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[enigma-im]

Changes (Turn and Face the Stranger)

Rating: Mature Relationship: Orc X Female!Human Warning: Strong Language, Near death, Robin Hood rip-off

Word Count: 3,821

Captured by a very handsome Orc, Alice has to convince him of her cause before her day to hang. Can she swing this big oof to her side before it's too late?

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"commander Irek Fells," he greets with the deepest voice I ever heard," Is this Alice Belmond?" I stare up at the large man, seeing him tower over everyone with his broad chest, thick arms, and great stature. His face seems to be stuck in a permeant scowl like he never smiled a day in his life. A deep scar splits the right side of his face over his eye down to his jaw. His tusks are banded with gold at the base. He is a terrifying man, and the effect he has on all the guards around is evident.

"Y-yes," the captain clears his throat," Yes. Alice Belmond the woman who has successfully robbed three of our deliveries to the capital. Each guarded with our toughest men but she bested 'em on every turn."

While the captain boasted my efforts I watch as the orc's jaw ticks as he grinds his teeth, his brow furrowed into his eyes. Even in a casual conversation such as this he looks pissed as hell. The others standing behind seemed to be rattling in their boots. Which is understandable, this behemoth of a man could take on all of them with his hands behind his back. Crush their skulls with just his thighs.

As I gawk at him he catches my eye. He sneers before crouching down to my level-which is a feat in itself- and gets into my face.

"You have committed crimes against the king and the capital, what do you say in your defense, human?"

I stare into his eyes with my own open wide and my mouth slightly parted. This close I could feel his hot breath on my cheeks. I can see the puckered scar over his eye. My heart beats wildly in my chest; my palms are sweaty, shoulders stiff, and butterflies in my stomach. I feel words escape me, falling off the tip of my tongue. I have to say something, so I spew out the first thing I can.

"fuck, you're hot."

Well, that was an awful thing to say.

--

Captured, thrown into the carriage like a dog. I guess big scary commander Fells doesn't like compliments. It's not my fault really, I have that rare condition called 'no filter from brain to mouth'. It's truly fatal, with no cure in sight. It's really his fault for being so damn sexy in front of me, with my condition I was doomed from the start.

I huff, blowing the hair out of my face. I wince as the carriage rocks a bit too hard on a rock, my hands tugging on the chains. They couldn't at least invest in some leather to wrap around these things? The person who made these never had to be in them I guess.

I sit up to look out the window, watching as we pass the gates into the castle. I roll my eyes at the grand façade that is the royal guards. A bunch of goody-goodies, never had to work more than lifting a sword in their life. Which is why it was so easy to rob them blind. Well, not this time I suppose, but I blame the commander. He isn't like the rest of them, first off being an orc. Sure there are a few amongst the soldiers that aren't afflicted with the human genome, but he is almost a whole different game altogether. For starters being so damn gorgeous. I snort before falling back on my ass to await the dribble that will be the next few hours.

"Where is the rest of your group," an angry human demands for the umpteenth time. I wiggle back and forth on my chair, checking out the rest of the room with way more interest than I give this conversation.

"Pass," I tease, rocking back on two legs of the chair. The man growls, like some sort of caveman. These guys can't even bother with a please or thank you. So rude.

"Do you even understand what kind of trouble you are in," the guy tries to bait," You are in the middle of being sentenced. The death penalty has been out on you for going on a year. You are just rat food waiting to happen, so just spill it and maybe we will make it quick."

I snort, "Fat chance."

He punches the table, storming off like a child. The door slams behind him and I'm left to my own devices once more. I'm not too worried about these losers. In a week, my group would have made a plan and be in the middle of busting me out of this 2-star hotel. I bounce on the two legs, glancing around without a care. There is nothing these guys can do to shake me.

The door is swung open again, I turn to greet the poor fool who is tasked with me.

"Alice Belmond," Commander Fells greets. I'm caught off guard for the second time today as I fall onto my back. The chair had slipped out from beneath me as I push against the table too hard. Irek huffs as I groan in pain.

"I swear I'm more graceful than this," I grumble as I try to wiggle myself forward.

"I'm sure," he answers as he grabs the back of my chair and lifts me up. I catch a whiff of his earthy scent, good god what this man could do to me.

I'm righted and only mildly embarrassed. Commander Fells sits across from me, his rough hands sitting clasped on top of the table. Those are working hands, not like the last guy who was here. Such prissy little mama's boy hands.

"Where is your group hiding," he cuts to the chase.

"Damn, no foreplay? I knew something had to be wrong with you," I tease. His jaw clenches minutely

"Where is your cargo kept," he asks.

"At your mom's house, I haven't seen her in a while. Does she miss me," I prod. He takes a breath before continuing,

"Who is giving you information on our routes," he doesn't move a tick this time. I want to copy his posture, all straight and no bullshit. If only my hands were free, perhaps a bargaining chip?

"Release my hands and I'll tell you," I offer with a playful grin.

"Alright," he answers as he stands. I'm startled, staring up at him skeptically. This is some sort of trick, I'm sure of it. Maybe some good cop, bad cop shenanigans. He pulls a set of keys from his belt, holding my chains to unlock them. The cuffs fall with a loud bang to the dirt floor. I slowly bring my arms forward, watching him closely as he sits across from me.

He cocks a brow, "Think you can fight me to the door?". I'm almost caught off guard by the joke, I can't even bother to fight back the smile. He won't even offer one in return though. He is back in his original position, all business and no bullshit.

"Dekon Woodsmith," I offer in good faith. I couldn't give a damn who they find to be the dirty rat of the kingdom, I have at least 5 more. The king isn't well-liked and most people are more than eager to join a cause that can help their families that are hurt most by it. Besides, Dekon has his own informants to help him in case of this exact situation. I just got to give him some extra sweets as an apology.

"Where is your team," he asks next. I huff at the lack of reaction to my answer. Just straight business.

I lean forward on my hands, "Are you always business, you ever had a vacation?"

"Where is your group hiding," he asks instead. I roll my eyes and lean back into my chair.

"A nice spa day would do you some good. I'm sure there is some big muscle lady who can work those knots out in no time," I tease.

"Why have you betrayed your kingdom," he asks next. I chuckle at such a ridiculous question. Who is this guy?

I cross my arms, "my kingdom? What a ridiculous thing! This isn't MY kingdom, he isn't my king. What a load of shit."

"Watch your tone," he threatens," you must be loyal to our king."

"Loyal, to him? What another crock of shit," I turn and spit," That man is but a rich child given the powers of a god. What has he done for me? For his people? I spent all last week helping HIS people and I don't get any respect. Perhaps if I sit around doing fuck all I too can get a line of men ready to do my dirty work. Get bent."

I can't even bother to look at him for such a dumb demand. Loyal to the king, what a fuckin tool. Ireks tries to get more but understands the conversation is over as I stonewall him. He leaves the room shortly, and another guard funnels in to chain me up and escort me out.

As I pass by the Commander I give a snide comment," Perhaps your loyalties blind you for only a fool would worship a selfish creature like him."

-- I toss a ball I found at the wall for the millionth time. Perhaps I should have made our check-in dates sooner than a week. I'm so bored here! I need some excitement, some drama. Maybe a little bit of that hunky commander. Just to see, I don't need him to speak. When he talks it's all ruined…well, almost.

The rubber ball hits the stone wall. Thunk, thunk, thunk. Dear god end this suffering!

The rusted-over door at the end of the hall screeched open. Good god, they need some maintenance in here. 1/10 stars for this abode. Steps echo down until it stops at my gate. I turn to the side to get a proper look at my guest.

"Commander Irek Fells," I forgo catching the ball for raising my arms in the air," Welcome to my humble home away from home!"

"I have questions for you," he grumbles, clearly not entertained by my antics. I sit up in my bed, resting my forearms on my knees.

"Only if I can ask you a few questions," I shoot back. He rolls his eyes, turning to pace the space in front of my prison.

With a wave of his hand, he answers, "As you wish."

"No shit," I asked genuinely surprised," Oh man, um… Do you have a girlfriend?"

He tosses a look at me, an interesting smirk just peaking at the ends of his lips. "Pass," he answers," Where are you from?"

I mope for a moment, resting my chin in my palm. "No fun, I didn't know we could just veto questions."

He shrugs, "You started it."

"alright wise guy, I'm Exeter. A little fishing town by Paddlefoot," I answer.

"I know of it, you're pretty far from home then."

"There is this amazing thing called 'carriages', they can take you from one place to another," I poke back.

He shakes his head, "What started you on this line of thievery if you are from a fishing town, not a family trade I hope?"

"Uh-uh, it's my turn, big guy," I wag my finger at him," What do you do for fun?"

"Whittling. My question is the same, what started you on this line of thievery?"

Whittling, how cute.

"I knew a guy who knew a guy who was screwed over by a king. What do you whittle?"

"Animals, fish mostly. How was the man 'screwed over'?"

"Good old fashion taxes and beatings," I give a solute in mock respect," Why did you join the royal guard?"

"Had to. What do you do with the stolen goods?"

I smirk at the question," Donations", I wait for his reply to that.

He is just as confused as I hoped he would be," Donations?"

" To the screwed-over friends I make," I cock my head to the side, eagerly awaiting his retort.

"People screwed over by the king," he asks, finally stopping his pacing.

"Bingo."

He rolls his eyes," filthy little gutter rats. The king has nothing to do with your screwed-up little lives."

"says the orc living in wealth," I snort. His jaw ticks again, that wonderful bit of anger. "You are looking a little peeved there big guy. It does nothing good for your beautiful complexation. Try smiling a bit more."

He throws a snarl at me before walking out. I jump up to the bars, calling down to him as I reach an arm out, "Hey, it's my turn!"

The door slams with a wack and a screech. I drop my arm with a fake pout, " I guess not."

-- Today's the day I get out. There isn't much I can do with all this pent-up energy, just eager to get out of this stuffy place. The few times I've been thrown in here have been 'swell' but I can admit I will miss my little talks with Commander Sexy. Such a waste to have such a beautiful specimen wasted in this place. I was hoping to pick at his resolve and tie him to my cause but he is just damn stubborn. No matter, I'm sure our paths will cross again someday.

I bounce that damned ball against the wall again, waiting for my cue. Sunset becomes dark, and dark becomes way too late. I sit up in bed looking around. Maybe I'm too early? I stand up and look out the poor excuse of a window for any sign of my gang.

"Where are those idiots," I mumble to myself. My investigation is cut short by the damn squeaky door opening. I quickly lay back down, bouncing the ball as I await my favorite person. Even if it's a bad time, I'm always glad to catch those jeweled tusks.

I hear a group of people and the ringing of chains hitting the rocks on the ground. A cacophony of insults and cursing as a large group is tossed into a cage. I jump up, running for the bars to check what is going on. Before I can get a good look Commander Ireks blocks my view.

"Good evening," He greets with a triumphant grin. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what happened. For the first time since I've been here, I'm actually worried.

"You son of a bitch," I reach out to grab his shirt. He backs away with a chuckle.

"What? No handsome today," he teases. I don't like this look for him.

"I'm not finding you that appealing at the moment," I swing for another go at his shirt.

He laughs," Caught your escape plan, a bunch of bumbling idiots if you ask me."

"fuck you," I snarl," they are MY bumbling idiots!"

Irek's smile is so wide as he begins to walk away. I'm sure he feels like a million bucks right now, that won't do one bit.

"You know he is killing families," I shout," killing them on the streets like dogs!"

He pauses, glancing over his shoulder.

"He doesn't give a damn about his people if they can't fund his damn parties. How often do you hear noises from his room? A maid or two going missing, huh? Put it together you damn orc! He isn't worth this bloodshed," I nearly plead with him to pay attention. To actually get this through his head.

He grinds his teeth, glaring at me. I challenge him back, chin raised and ready for a fight. He doesn't give me the satisfaction, turning and walking away.

"That's right you run you coward," I bark out. My gang follows suit, yelling profanities and insults.

That son of a bitch

-- Today is the day. Not like before, today is the day I get sentenced. I can already feel the noose on my neck like an accursed necklace. When the guards come to grab me I can only put on a brave face. I'm paraded past my group still in their cell. They all try to reach out, shouting words of comfort to me.

The light is blinding as I'm in the summer heat. A group of wealthy aristocrats surround me as I'm marched to the platform ahead. Insults, curses, and even fruit are thrown at me. I just stand tall and walk ahead.

I slowly walk up the steps, meeting Commander Irek Fells with a stare that could kill a lesser man. He meets me with indifference. That bastard.

The hooded man guides me ahead, the noose hanging in front of me like death herself. I let out a shaky breath. It draped over my neck and I realize how utterly fucked I am. I have no tricks, no illusions, no one to save my hide. I look up at the king sitting up on his balcony like some sort of false god. I'm screwed.

Commander Ireks steps in front of me to give me my final words. I beat him to it with a snarl.

"Betray your people, to save your king. Little ass backward if you ask me," I spit. He says nothing as he steps beside me and turns to his king who begins to address his people.

The king rambles on about what a great job HE did, not his guards. The crowd eats it up like starving animals. I barely notice my hand being nudged as I try to block out these childish ramblings. I look down and see Ireks poking my hand with a wooden item. I grab it, him stepping a little ahead to block my hand. I start down at a weird angle to a whittled fish. It's cute, even painted like a salmon. Confused I look up to Commander Ireks who is still listening to the king, a small snarl trying to be hidden but his nose still curls.

Huh? Oh. OH!

A rush of hope and adrenaline fuels my blood. I dare say I'm giddy. That big lug, I definitely never doubted him. Nope, not one bit… ok maybe I tossed him aside in my mind like week-old fish. I mean, who could see this coming? Sure as hell not me. Don't get me wrong, I'm persuasive but he is stubborn.

I fight back the smile and admiration daring to cross my face. I sure hope he has a dynamite plan because I'm neck-deep in 'super fucked' right now. I have to look down as to not give anything away. I'm going to live! If it doesn't go well though, I will most certainly die. What a day to be alive.

The king finishes his speech with a roar of applause. I bite my cheek as tension consumes me. Handsome better be on my side or this fish is a cruel last moments gift. I hear the crowd go quiet as all attention is now on the gallows, the executioner making final adjustments. My heart is beating out my chest as I see him close the gap to the lever. Oh heaven, where art thou?

Ireks makes his way to the front of the gallows, ready to address the crowd. He unsheathes his sword and points it to the sky. The crowd murmurs with excitement. He lowers his sword to point at the king, a display the king meets with a confused distasteful look.

"A false god, a spoiled child," Ireks shouts to the king," You have shown your true colors behind your fancy doors"

The king stands," I don't find this charming, Ireks."

Ireks continues," You have lied to us all, flaunted your wealth as if you are untouchable."

The king points to the executioner," Begin the execution and guards, cease this Orc." I panic as the executioner lunges for the lever, it cracking slightly at the weight. He tries to pull it be it wedged just below the deck. The guards don't dare move.

"You may ask, what is a peasant to a king," Ireks says," but I say what's a king to a mob?"

The executioner clears the blockage and pulls the lever with a snarl toward me. My feet give way to the collapsing floor, weightless as I wait for the tight restriction of the rope. With a quick flourish, Ireks cuts the rope as my feet go past the wood support. I can barely scream as I fall past the floor and onto a less-than-comfy hay-covered carriage.

All hell breaks loose as I'm jerked around an open carriage being pulled by two horses. I can barely sit upright as we torpedo through town. I hear people shouting and screaming, clangs of metal as guards fight. I just get onto my belly as we pass out the gates. I look ahead to my saviors, a well-armored orc and one of my bumbling idiots.

"Trevor," I shout in glee. He turns and gives me a solute before focusing back on his task. I give a hearty laugh as I roll back onto my back.

The cart shakes as new weight is added to the back, I quickly look to my feet at the new guest. Ireks, pants as he settles into the back. His armor is in shambles, some parts missing and others greatly dented. He cradles his arm as he watches the kingdom get farther and farther away.

"You beautiful son of a bitch," I exclaim as I sit up. He turns to me with a tired grin.

"I've been called better things," he jokes. He slides over and helps remove the bindings and noose. I can't stop myself from jumping on him and kissing that big dumb face. He startles at the assault, wincing as I crush his wounded arm to his chest. Though he still finds the strength to hold me even closer and enjoy himself for what seems like the first time in his life.

"I believe you are the person I need to thank for saving my life," I rest my forehead against his. The eventful day takes its toll on us both as we finally take a breath.

"You have no idea how both difficult and easy it was to start a riot like that," He closes his eyes," I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. For right now, I earned a much-needed rest."

"That you did," I say as I guide him down to my lap. He rests his head on my thighs, being lulled by the rocking of the carriage. I lean against the wall and find myself just watching the sun over the field.

"I hope you know that there is no getting away from me now," I tease as I flick his ear. He grunts, cozying up to my stomach.

"so be it," He grumbles back. I smile and watch the passing landscape.

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Hello! It's been a while. This story is for reaching 2k followers! that's amazing, especially since I haven't written anything since 2021. I'm not back, this is just a Thank You story. Sorry, I couldn't get an NSFW one. Work has been ongoing. Either way, hope you enjoyed it!

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[mini-zorayas]

Art of my orsimer Dragonborn for the ‘Sun-Kissed’ prompt for the TES pinup challenge! This is such a fun idea for an art challenge that I had to attempt something :)

[orcposts]

do not go gentle into that good night

[ponydora]

The catgirl hasn't even shown up yet and she's all over my dash; but this awesome young orc woman is being overlooked?

[m0nomercy]

orc barbarian miku!!!!!

see you tomorrow for druid o7

[seahagart]

Drífa went from no friends to more than 1, so she is pretty happy

[xcharisityx]

Waking up to the sound of deep grunts and resounding moans coming from your monster s/o who is feverishly feasting on your wet pussy. Pleasure warms your body, as you feel slick gushing out of your cunt, making you moan audibly. Once they realize, you've woken up, they begin to babble excuses as to why they needed to taste you.

“You were moaning in your sleep, and y-you smelled soo fucking good. I-I couldn't stand seeing you like that! Mmm- wanted to help you.”

[jinglebellrockstars]

[dunmeshistash]

Dungeon Meshi - Orcs

[asparklethatisblue]

Leed and her warg puppies.

I think character design wise she's mz favourite in the manga and I can't wait to see her animated! ;3;

[injuries-in-dust]

I don't know why, but I like the idea of humans being to aliens, what cats are to humans...

Alien1: hey, when did you hire a human?

Alien 2: we didn't. They just wandered aboard one day, saying they wanted to "hitch a ride." Then they never left. I think they like it here.

Alien 1: the human distribution system has chosen.

***

Alien stares at the human, who has climbed up a very high shelving unit.

Alien: Human, get down before you hurt yourself.

The humans response is to climb higher.

***

Alien is secretly filming their human, who is spaced out and just staring at nothing.

Alien (whispering): I think the human is about to intercept the brain cell. (Laughter) don't worry human, if it tingles that means it's working.

[skritzzy]

I feel like any aliens that were prey at some point in evolution would have an odd fear of humans. Mostly cause they look like predators, act a bit like predators, and ARE predators. One perfect example is when we're focused on something like a mosquito that's been bugging us for a long time and we are just done.

Alien: "What. What..?"

Human: *HUNTING down a mosquito it saw*

Alien: ".... yeah I am really uncomfortable...."

Human: *quiet footsteps, pupils dialated, intense focus,*

Alien: *WAR FLASHBACKS*

Human: "Found you." *absolutely desimates the mosquito, squashing it into a million pieces as it's guts and various body parts liquidize into blood of the bloodthirsty, now stained on the palm of the human. A living being now reduced to a useless corpse as the human wipes the remains on their pants*

Alien: "I feel like I've just gained trauma."

[captain-ultimat-doggo]

Humans entering space and realizing we are so small. We are mice compared to these giant races with their advanced machinery and technologies and experiences beyond us- except that we're humans. And our engineers dive into the new tech and once we learn the principles we also soon realize how Inefficient everything is. Their "microchips" are the size of cars, their storage drives are basically buildings, and they somehow store less data than ours. So, human companies take advantage, and tech starts rolling out. Massive and there's a lot of wasted space so that it can be managed with larger hands/pincers/claws/tentacles, but also so much more efficient than anything the galaxy has seen before.

Human technicians start hopping ships and upkeeping the general maintenance, the stuff that most aliens put off or don't notice because they never access the crevices of their ships. As human companies become more popular and lead the tech world in everything from warp cores to game stations ("it's so compact! How are the graphics so good?" Says a 60' tall grimbleback, holding a new VR headset that has all of its components included because it's so BIG by our tech standards), soon many things have accessibility ports for humans to be able to use as well. This means that these shiprats hoping ship to ship cause such a huge improvement in everything running smoothly, and there's a huge downtick in pests on ships because those "pests" are not only big enough and aggressive enough to bite a pitbull or a person in half, they're invasive to so many planets and humans hate nothing more than dog killing planet overrunning monsters.

All the while, from the Aliens perspective, humans are an elusive race that don't fraternize much with them. You almost never see a human as most places aren't exactly safe for the little things to run around in. They do export so much stuff though, and the custodial staff at the Central Galactic Outpost insists that there's more humans around than any other race if you just know where to look.

And sure it's somewhat known that some of the little daredevils hop ships and help out in exchange for room and board, usually without permission, but that can't be that common, can it?

Maybe your ship is running better this cycle ever since you stopped at the last station, that just means that tuneup was better than you thought. And maybe for some reason that program you were working on last night is finished when you wake up, but you're so tired maybe you finished it before you passed out. Somehow that faulty light in the galley has fixed itself as well, which is odd, but maybe the Engineer finally got to it. You'd know if there was someone else on your ship.

Right?

... You leave a little bowl of berries out as a thank you, just in case. You're not sure what humans like but you've heard they have a sweet tooth.

[orcposts]

going into work at the glue factory!