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[suvidrache]

Hord NSFW Alphabet

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Word Count: 605 | Read it on AO3 | Tag List

A: Aftercare - What they're like after sex?

Considering there isn't much in Stone Aged Europe. He doesn't do much. You can take care of yourself. (He doesn't know what you need or want.)

B: Body Part - Their favorite part of themselves/you?

Everything about himself. He's the best there is. If he had to pick a part, his face. He prefers your legs. No further explanation.

C: Cum - Taste, texture, etc?

It's a slightly white color, and slightly salty.

D: Dirty Secret

If he's in the mood and you aren't around, he'll get himself off while thinking about you.

E: Experience - How much experience do they have?

He has none. You're his first time. However, he is insecure about not having done it with anyone previously because no experience means he may not be the best at it.

F: Favorite Position

Missionary and doggy style.

G: Goofy - How are they: serious, funny, etc?

He's serious, there isn't really anything to be joking about or laughing.

H: Hair - Shaved, not shaved, color?

Not shaved, a darker red than the hair on his head. He may trim it occasionally, but only if he feels like it.

I: Intimacy - How are they romantically?

He's not very romantic. He doesn’t know much about this whole relationship thing. As time progresses, he gets better.

J: Jack Off - How often do they masturbate?

If you aren't around to help him out, then he'll do it occasionally.

K: Kink - Their kinks?

Praising him, due to lack of experience there isn't much else known. You'll have to find out!

L: Location - Favorite place(s) to do it?

The shelter, because anywhere else and there's a chance you’ll both get caught and he wouldn't want that.

M: Motivation - What gets them into it?

You make suggestive remarks and tease him. Although, he doesn't like it if you tease him too much.

N: No - Will not do/turns them off?

He won't do anything that hurts one another, anything that gets you both caught.

O: Oral - Giving, receiving, skill?

He prefers receiving, and as time goes on he begins to give more. He isn't very skilled, but he gets better with time.

P: Pace - Fast, rough, slow, etc?

He starts off slow and hard as he's still learning, but he begins to pick up pace and you tell him to.

Q: Quickie - How often?

Unless he's busy, he's ready to go at any time.

R: Risk - Willing to take risks/experiment?

Unlikely.

S: Stamina - How long/many rounds can they go?

2-3 for about 45 minutes.

T: Toys - Do they have any/will they use them?

No. This is Stone Age Europe.

U: Unfair - How much do they tease?

He teases you quite a bit because you like him, your face reacts to what he says, and he knows it sometimes leaves you unable to think of a comeback.

V: Volume - How loud are they?

He isn't very loud, but he isn't quiet either. You're going to know how you make him feel.

W: Wild Card - Something random?

He may act like he could care less about you. However, he cares very deeply and begins to regret some of the things that he has said about you.

X: X-Ray - Size, appearance, etc?

He's about 7½ inches, some noticeable blue-green veins, and only some stand out, uncut with a slight upwards curve.

Y: Yearning - How high is their sex drive?

Only slightly high, he would do you every day of the week if he could.

Z: ZZZ - How quickly do they fall asleep?

He falls asleep as soon as you do, or right before you do.

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To The Mountains

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Word Count: 2,426 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

Warning mentions: injuries, near-death, sex, and drugging.

Hord had plans. He was the best there was at what he did. He had helped Tenris capture a bear. He wasn't sure what Tenris' plans were or what he intended to do with the bear. He only knew he needed a bear and Hord got him exactly that: a baby bear. It wasn't very hard capturing it, as he was great at things like that. Clan law forbade the killing of hunters - animals such as bears, wolves, orcas, etc. To assist Tenris was to break clan law.

The bear had a demon placed inside it by Tenris. The bear stripped Torak of his father and many other unnamed people of their life.

Hord had felt guilty about what had happened. As things progressively got worse, his anxiety only increased. 

When Torak came to the Raven Clan Hord didn't hesitate to take credit for bringing Torak in. Despite Oslak having been the one to have caught him. Torak was ordered to be executed, Torak asked for a trial by combat, and Hord jumped at the chance to win a fight against him. To show his entire clan just how good he really was. Hord was nineteen and Torak was twelve. Torak won the fight, which greatly upset Hord. He deserved to have won, not lost, especially to a boy.

Even the mention of the bear bothered Hord. He chewed at the edges of his fingers and his nails. Nervous about what other damage had been caused - damage he helped to cause. 

When Torak and Hord's sister, Renn, took off before anything could be decided. Hord didn't hesitate to take off after them. He wanted to be the one to make amends. The one who saved the world. A man. The thought of losing to a boy and even worse, not even saving the world drove him to hunger, to turning his fingers to sores from the number of times he bit at them, and to lack of sleep.

Fin-Kedinn had nearly lost his life to the bear. Hord already made plans to take over as clan leader, despite Fin-Kedinn still being alive. Hord was desperate to be first and scared he would only be second. Hord wanted nothing to do with his sister after she betrayed the clan and ran away with Torak. Fin-Kedinn had thought she was dead and didn't speak for days. 

When Torak had been brought back to the clan, it was decided that Torak would be the one to fulfill the prophecy. Hord followed after him as soon as he could. He wasn't going to fail. Not again. He was determined to be the savior of his people and to make amends for the creation he helped with.

It was quite easy for Hord to follow after Torak. Hord tried his best at fighting Torak, trying to fulfill the prophecy of giving the listener's blood to the mountain. Torak had managed to get free of Hord. Hord rose to follow after him yet again, but this time, he slipped. Hord fell right as the bear made its way up the mountain. An avalanche had fallen, and the snow had killed both Hord and the bear.

No one questioned it when Torak had returned and the fact that Hord was missing. They accepted it and knew there would be no finding him. That, unfortunately, he would be without death marks. All dead people needed death marks to prevent their souls from wandering. The snow would never thaw even in the summer. Even if they had managed to find the mountain, no matter how much digging they tried to do, they would still probably never find him. It wasn't worth the time or the effort.

Hord lay there in the snow. He wasn't expecting to be covered in it. He struggled, and he fought. He wasn't going down without a fight. He wasn't going to allow himself to be defeated. Hord had worked hard enough that he had managed to free his head from the snow. He sat resting and breathing in slowly. Some of the snow was stained red. The bear had hurt him.

Torak was gone, long gone by now, and the ringing in Hord's ears continued for some time. He never heard you approach. You had heard the avalanche and waited for it to cease before going to check for survivors. You lived alone, preferring to be alone rather than with your own clan. It was strange for someone to live alone, without a justifiable reason. However, your clan would always welcome you back home if you ever chose to return.

You walked slowly and carefully up the mountain, looking around, making sure no spot was left unchecked. It wasn't long before you saw some red. Hord had red hair, and he also wore clothes that had been dyed green.

You stepped closer, your hand touched your pouch. You wouldn't be surprised if whatever creature happened to be dead. His light blue eyes shifted to look at you.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked as you knelt, your hand slowly working at removing the snow from around his body.

Hord did not reply, and he slowly closed his eyes. You stopped digging and gently patted him on the face to keep him from falling asleep and possibly dying. You weren't sure how bad his injuries were, but you were going to keep him alive as long as you possibly could.

Hord said some things, and you looked at him with a blank expression. He mumbled some more and you raised an eyebrow. Hord rolled his eyes and slowly shook his head. You didn't understand what he was saying. The words he spoke were mumbled and unable to be distinguished - hearing loss. The avalanche had rendered him unable to hear… For how long? No one knew.

You had finished digging the snow out and your eyes slowly looked Hord over, checking to see just how bad his injuries were. He had a few broken bones, some injuries needing stitches, and a few minor scrapes. You grabbed his arm and wrapped it around your shoulders. You wouldn't be able to carry Hord, but together the two of you would make a slow and painful journey down the mountain. Occasionally, you would stop to take a break. Hord didn't know how much longer he could go on. The pain medicine did absolutely nothing to stop his pain. You couldn't give him anymore for fear of it being too much and taking him out. He needed to be alive.

Finally, by sundown, the both of you had made it to your camp. It was dark, and you made your way carefully into your shelter. You laid Hord down and started up a fire. You closed the door to the shelter to keep the warmth in. Hord was a very lucky man. Lucky to be alive, lucky to have no major injuries, and lucky he had been found when he did.

You worked carefully at cutting away Hord's clothes, sticking to the seam so they could be sewn up again. It was pointless as his clothes had been stained with his blood, but it was the only clothes available. You worked slowly and carefully, setting Hord's bones, sewing him up, feeding, and watering him. He was once a pretty big man, however, his starvation had led him to being smaller than he had once been.

He wouldn't be leaving your shelter, not for a long time. His injuries were far too bad and he probably wouldn't make it far - if at all, if he left. He had no tools and was weakened. He had brought nothing but a knife and axe with him during his trip. He needed nothing else, but those had both been lost during the avalanche.

Hord shifted slightly and let out a groan. He was hurting again.

"Where am I?"

"You're in my shelter. I'm Y/N."

"Where's my clan?"

"You're in the mountains. There are no Raven's here. There was a Wolf boy who did come from the avalanche."

He gasped. Pain, but also shock. How could he have lived? Surely, he would have been injured to the extent Hord had…

"Where?" He breathed out, trying his hardest to speak through the pain.

"He walked out and headed south."

"I need… I need to go after him."

"You're not going anywhere." You said, watching as he struggled to even sit up.

He managed, but his breathing was heavy, and his bandages were soaked. He hit the ground as soon as he stood.

You sighed, rolled him over, and went to work fixing any of the injuries that may have opened again. He lay near the fire and you covered him with a blanket. He had no clothes and whether he was aware of that or not, you weren't sure. He was in no condition to be going anywhere. His clothes hung from the rafters of the shelter to dry out. You hadn't bothered to wash the blood from them. There was no point. They would be stained. Hord's temperature was still cold, but not nearly as bad as what he had when he first arrived.

He had woken up a little while later and you offered him some water. Ordinarily, you wouldn't have done it. You wouldn't have resorted to such measures. However, your hope was mainly to prevent him from being in any further pain. You also hoped he wouldn't run away while you slept. You had slipped something into his drink, something that was supposed to calm him down and help him to sleep better.

You walked over to your sleeping sack, got in, and went to sleep. When you had awoken, Hord had shifted closer to the door. He was tired, but he wasn't asleep. The medicine had not worked.

"How are you awake?" You asked.

He looked at you and his eyes narrowed. "Did you put something in my drink?" 

"Only to help you to sleep."

People with red hair sometimes needed more medicine than what was usually given for pain or to put people to sleep. You were soon realizing that as he grunted.

"Well, it didn't do much." 

"Do you need something?"

"Yeah, my body to quit hurting."

"Besides that."

You finished making some pain medicine for him, this batch slightly stronger than the last dose you had given him.

He sighed and winced as he sat up. 

"Yeah, I need to use the midden (bathroom)."

You handed him the bowl to drink from and some pain medicine. He took it and waited for your help. He was eating better than he had been since meeting you. However, he didn't eat much. He was still thin, and the pain was unbearable for him. You helped him up and to the midden.

It would be many moons (months) before he could even put a slight amount of weight on his leg. He could walk, but not far. He couldn't help with hunting, which saddened him, but he tried to keep his anger and tone in check.

Throughout many more moons, the both of you had slowly become closer and closer to one another. Hord's injuries had finally healed and occasionally they would hurt, but not nearly as bad as before.

Hord could have walked away and left you behind in the mountains. He could have gone home, but he didn't. He chose to stay. He had given up trying to go after Torak. There was no point, and he didn't want to return to his clan with a loss. He didn't want to return as a failure and return to a clan that didn't even care to come and look for his body. It was hard finding the mountain, but he didn't know that. Eventually, the both of you became a couple (mates). He chose to live wherever it is that you wanted to go and to live.

The mountains had never been a place he had lived in or visited before. It was new to him. He did take some time to learn the customs of the mountains and how to do things the way that you did.

You sat in the camp looking at the fire, occasionally poking at the fire to stop it from dying. Hord had returned to camp, empty-handed. He hadn't been out hunting. It was too late in the day and you both had already eaten. 

Hord sat down next to you and you laid your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you. The sun slipped beneath the horizon and the moon began to rise as the night came closer.

You stood up and walked into your shelter, and Hord followed after you. Hord closed the door to the shelter and placed his axe against the door. If it fell, you would both be alerted to the sound, and it also served as a door stopper.

You turned towards Hord in the faint light. His hair was nearly black, and his light blue eyes stared into yours. He placed a hand gently on your face.

"Y/N, do you want to mate (have sex)?"

"Yes, I do."

His lips met yours and your hands slipped beneath his jerkin (shirt). His hands worked at untying his belt and he dropped it somewhere in the shelter. It didn't matter where, he would worry about finding it in the morning.

You both took a moment to breathe and remove the remainder of each other's clothes. You laid down and Hord moved between your legs. Your hand reached out and slowly began to stroke him. His fingers worked to rub/stroke you. You bit your lip as Hord continued his actions, going faster and harder with each movement. You tried to move away as you felt a strange feeling. His hand grasped your hip, and you soon came. He followed along afterward. He grasped his length and slowly slid himself into you, his hands firmly grasping your hips.

"Are you ready?" He breathed out.

"Yes, I am," you said after a moment. 

It was the first time you and Hord had ever had sex. He didn't entirely know what he was doing, but he could only hope he was doing a good job.

He moved his hips back slowly, stopping before his tip left you. Then he slid himself in again. Then out. Then in. Starting slowly before picking up speed. His hands never left your hips. Your hand touched his chest and your other hand worked at rubbing/stroking yourself.

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Hord NSFW Headcanons

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Word Count: 158 | Read it on AO3 | Tag List

Hord is a selfish man. He is the best and deserves the best.

He doesn't partake in sex very much at the beginning of the relationship. He doesn't see any particular reason for it. After a few months, he prefers receiving rather than giving.

It isn't until later in the relationship that he begins to give more.

He's never had a previous partner. He preferred getting what he wanted in life instead of focusing on a relationship.

He was used to being the best that there was. He didn't know what it was like to be loved and cared for. He wasn't the best partner in the beginning, but he was learning and changing.

He didn't know much about sex, but he wouldn't admit that. Your gentle suggestions helped him be a better partner in the sack.

As he learned that he enjoyed being with you, he would be more open to having sex whenever he wasn't busy.

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