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Kirilka the Orc: Part Two

𝔉𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔢 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔵 𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔒𝔯𝔠

ℜ𝔬𝔶𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔶 - 𝔄𝔭𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔶 - ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔶 𝔅𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - 𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔠𝔢𝔡 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔵𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔶 - 𝔄𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔬 ℜ𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢

“What’s going on?” You asked one of the maids as they strolled by.

She looked around, also a curious glint in her eye. “I’m not sure, my lady. All I know is that his majesty wanted a crowd tonight.”

You pouted. “A crowd? And he never told me?” You huffed, shrugging off the initial irritation and made your way to the dining hall.

As you made your way to the head table, Tashka was there. She looked bright and glowing, as did Pasha by her side. Both were beaming ear to ear, happily greeting everyone who came in.

“You made it! Wonderful,” Tashak said dreamily.

“Why would I miss a good meal?” You chuckled. “But what’s this? I wasn’t expecting such a -” Looking out over the crowd, the dining hall was fit more for a ball than a simple dinner. “Party!” You exclaimed.

“It’s a surprise. Go on, sit down. I’ve asked for the wedding wine to be served.” Pasha was radiant, you’d only seen his eyes this alight during his first ballet performance, during his wedding, and then when the baby was born.

You took your seat, beside Pasha, folding a napkin in your lap when a shadow was cast over you. You ignored it, focusing too hard upon the napkin as Kirilka sat down.

“Large crowd,” he murmured.

In silence you nodded, continuing to look down at your lap, your hands, anything but him. Looking at him would be too much right now and you had spent the whole day trying to push him from your head.

“And the wedding wine, they must have something big planned.” he was still trying to catch your attention.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You looked up, but kept avoiding glancing his way.

“The wine should be good.”

You pursed your lips, then nodded. “It was at the wedding.”

A low chuckle resonated in your ear, tickling your brain. “You’re not suddenly scared of me, are you?”

“No!” You huffed.

“Then why won’t you look at me?”

He sounded smug, full of himself. What you wouldn’t do to wipe that smile off his face. You were certain he was smirking. “I’m trying to see who all is coming.”

“The same old crowd that always shows up.”

You looked at him, but only to shut him up. You were then struck by his appearance. His hair was down! Not tied up in a tight braid. The long, red waves curled and flowed down his shoulder, his back. Somehow, his hair was even prettier than Tashka’s!

“What? Something on my face?” He said, rubbing his chin.

Furrowing your brow and shrugging, trying to play it off. “I’ve never seen you with your hair down.”

Kirilka laughed. “Tashka told me my hair looks better when it's down. That I look less severe.” He took your glass and his, offering them to be filled as the wine came around.

Maybe that was true. With his hair down he didn’t look so tight, so unapproachable. Wine was held before you and you took the glass. “Thank you.”

“Does everyone have wine?” You heard your brother whispering. “Attention? Attention everyone!” He was holding the baby in one arm, a wine glass held high in the other. “May I have your attention please?” The room quieted and all focused at the head of the table. “Thank you all for joining us tonight. I know this is a bit abrupt and many of you weren’t expecting such an event tonight, but Tashka and I have wonderful news to share.” He then turned to you and Kirilka. “Rise.”

You looked at him then at Kirilka before standing. The baby was placed into your arms where her look of discontent vanished and she relaxed in her bundle.

“We have a name for our daughter! And we are blessing her godparents as the first to hear it,” Tashka announced. She waved Kirilka to her side while Pasha leaned to your ear.

“It’s Kiri,” he said to me. “Her name is Kiri.”

Like her uncle, you thought. You looked down at little Kiri and realized the name suited her. Once she came into her red curls, she would look like a little rose.

Kirilka had tears in his eyes as he came back to your side, sniffling as he touched Kiri’s head.

Pasha raised his glass again to announce her name to the world. “Everyone! Meet your crown princess, Kiri! Named for her late grandmother’s roses that have been throughout our lives!”

Roses? You looked up to Kirilka. He was a rose?

The evening continued with celebration. The princess had a name, there was much cause for all the kingdom to sing and dance. Even when Pasha and Tashka took Kiri to bed, everyone was still celebrating. I watched from the table, enjoying the food and nursing my wine while I enjoyed the revelry.

Kirilka, the rose, approached the table and leaned over it towards me. “Would you like to dance?”

You snorted, turning it into a chuckle. “Oh, no thanks! I can’t dance.”

His brow arched and a smile came to his lips. “I didn’t ask if you could, I asked if you wanted to.”

You sputtered over your words. “Well I mean…sure I would, but not with this-” you laughed. “Not with this leg, Kirilka!”

Kirilka stood back, then slapped his hand against his thigh. “I have enough leg for the both of us. Come, dance with me.”

“Well, I could but-” As you stood, Kirilka reached over the table, picking you up. He didn’t wait to dance, he already had you spinning in the air, as if you were the weight of a feather.

“Kirilka!” You shouted. He had you held above, twirling you, swooping you into a dip before whisking you around the dance floor.

You had always wanted to dance like your brother. When it was found you couldn’t, Pasha joined the ballet in your stead, training to dance in your place. Now, you were dancing like he was, spinning, laughing, excited.

It was like hours were spent on the dancefloor, hours you had missed through all these years. You were dizzy and elated, even as the music slowed.

“How about some fresh air?” Kirilka motioned to the door leading to the garden.

His words from earlier came back, even though you had been pushing them away all day. But you thought very little about them now. Instead, you nodded and took his hand to lead you. Outside the air was crisp, and everything was quiet. Celebrations had calmed, only the drunk and hungry remained. But out here it was as if night was continuing as always.

“You seem to be eager to spend time with me,” you tease.

“Ever since you put me in my place that day, I have not been able to wipe you from my mind. So, I thought, if she is in my head, I might as well bring her close to my body.” He said this so easily.

Did an arrow hit you, or did his words actually hold power? It certainly felt like an arrow to the chest, but there was no wound, no blood. It didn’t hurt at all, it struck you.

“So, why are you here?” Kirilka asked. He stalled, leaning against the wall.

You kept puttering forward. “For the air.” You stood before your comfrey. Once it had been one plant, now it was taking over an entire corner of the garden.

“You know, I’m not much of a fan of roses. Not like my mother was. I prefer the earthy things. The wild flowers, the small things that grow in the shadows of the trees. I always found the beauty in the small wild bouquets Tashka would bring home.”

You glanced back at him, trying not to be too taken with his smile. “Are you calling me a weed?”

“I’m calling you strong.” He motioned down to the comfrey around you. “Roses need lots of care and attention to grow. But this plant took over, easily.”

“I needed a lot of care and attention to grow, you know?” You scoffed at him. “Maybe I’m a rose in reality.”

Kirilka’s fingers brushed against your cheek, tucking back a strand of hair behind your ear. His palm then cupped along your jaw, his thumb brushed under your eye. “I like thorns.”

You held your breath, there was another arrow.

“You’re a doctor,” he then whispered. “You can fix me up when we’re done.”

Your lips parted then as you took in that surprised breath.

“You can teach me all about anatomy.” he grinned. “But I know quite a bit.”

Clearing your throat you tried to regain your senses. “Y-you’re being very bold for someone who d-doesn’t even know what I am thinking.”

“What are you thinking?”

Swallow down your heart, keep your shoulders squared. Be strong! You told this to yourself and yet, still, you wound up in his bed, pressed against the sheets, your dress pulled up to your navel while Kirilka’s head bobbed between your thighs.

His tongue was warm, his tusks were cool against your skin. His strong hands kneaded onto your thighs, slowly moving up to your plump belly. He lifted his head, glaring at the dress covering the rest of you.

“I’ve gotten a taste,” he snarled. “Let me have the rest.” He tugged at the dress, trying to push it off then pull it down.

“Wait! Easy!” You fussed at him, trying still to collect your thoughts. You didn’t know how you got here from the garden except that it was willing. “This is my favorite dress, you brute!” You sat up, undoing the box at the front then unbuttoning the hidden buttons. “I do not know when I’ll be back across the strait to buy another one!”

Kirilka licked his tusk, focused on their mark while you took off your dress. You were sure you looked silly sitting there all squishy and soft. Reflexively you covered your bosom, glancing back up at him. He had just had his tongue inside you, yet you were still shy.

Reaching out, he took your arm and removed it from your chest. You had scars on your body from procedures in youth. You looked away, closing your eyes even so you didn’t have to see the look in his eyes change. You were instantly pressed into the bed again as Kirilka littered your body in kisses. His mouth was over your breast, warm, wet, a sharpness as he bit.

The reaction that gave you was a bit bigger than you meant it to be. Your voice was loud, your body responsive as nerves and hormones responded in kind. It was joy wrapped in relief, coated in excitement sprinkled with a little fear then dipped in a thick coating of lust.

His snarl tickled along your skin. “You're sensitive here, huh?”

You pressed your lips tight together and shook your head.

Still smiling, he reached down with both hands, grabbing your breasts and teasing the nipples. His touch was light, but that bodily response was still quite vivid. You held yourself together until he pinched. You cried out again. How could you not when it was almost as good as touching your clit.

“You’re even more fun than I thought.” Kirilka rose up slightly. Something hard touched your belly, then slid up between your bosom. The tip of his cock pressed to your lips.

You pushed your palm against it. “What are you doing?”

“Justa little teasing.” He grabbed your breasts, squeezing them together around his shaft. He moved slowly, his tip pulled back and pressed to your lips again.

You pouted, impatient now that you were aroused. He got to have his jollys, meanwhile you were getting used like a- His fingers pinched again, using your nipples to close the wedge around his cock. You opened your mouth to gasp and his tip pressed to your tongue.

“There, see?” Kirilka chuckled. “Good for us both eh? A bit of teasing?”

His taste was earthy, but he was warm flesh all the same.

“You don’t want teasing?” Kirilka snarled.

You huffed, trying to speak but your nipples enjoyment was breaking your train of thought. “I’d like to know if you’re all talk or not!”

His grin grew, becoming something a little dark. “Oh. I see.” He pulled back, releasing your breasts but then grabbing a hold of your thighs. He pulled them apart then angled you up slightly. The cool air against your loins told you how wet you were.

“I’m not very good with my words.”

Liar, you thought.

“But I am very good with my body.” His fingers touched you, opening you. They slid inside and stirred you up enough to make your head begin spinning. “I believe I have the best cock you’ll ever have the pleasure of studying, Doctor.”

You couldn’t quite get your words out. You wanted him to be quiet and just go. But he was teasing, tormenting. Maybe that was his foreplay, maybe you liked it more than you would ever let on.

Kirilka was inside. Thick, warm, orc cock took over your thoughts. He did, indeed, feel incredible. Better than touching, better than fingers. No. This was the real deal.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Kirilka snarled. “Shit!” Suddenly he was fighting for his life. “You’re so fucking sweet!” He pulsed inside you, finding himself deep inside, lost in your warmth.

You’re not sure how long he was inside you. His stamina was good, but it was his recovery time that was better. He was all over you, loving you, worshiping you. He was nothing but simpering comments every time he came. How he could still speak was beyond you. You were still recovering from one climax and then he went in for another.

By morning, Kirilka was cuddled to your breast, his warm body a hairy blanket keeping you warm. His skin was soft, so was his beautiful hair.

“That sun is so bright,” he growled.

“Oh, you’re alive,” you murmured.

He sat up and went to the windows to draw the blinds. “I’m used to light sleep and early mornings.” he turned around and you admired his body for the first time. That’s when you noticed he had a prosthetic leg from mid shin down.

Kirilka smiled at you. “Didn’t notice eh? Really it ain’t important.” He sat down on the bed beside you. “Lots of accidents happen on farms.”

“They do.” What a stupid thing to say! You couldn’t really think right now anyways.

He chuckled. “I’m sure you’ve tended to a few farmers in your work.”

You nodded. “I’ll have my hands full with just one.”

He was still but a smile grew upon his face.

You touched his cheek, gently tucking his hair behind his ear. “If he ever lets me get out of bed.”

𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖔𝖓!

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