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Jewel Of The North Chapter 15

Woo, it's been several long minutes since I was able to get back to this, but I'm here, with an update. As always, I had- MOST of this already planned out. And I hate it how I can get ALMOST to the end, my brain knows the endgame and suddenly my muse is like "Thank you- next." And I'm like NO, NO, NO! PleAsE lEt mE FiNiSh! And my muse gives me the bird as it walks away. Damn fickle muse.

My goal is to get this off my plate, and FINALLY finish Zorroku and Peaches update. Get to Anastascia and Talisman before Kinktober is here. And because of shit hitting the fan in my personal life, I'm going to cling to Kinktober to get me through these dark times ahead. (My daughter has a bone tumor, now we are testing to see if it's cancerous and go from there.)

So, enjoy the update. Hopefully I can get to the one last chapter and finish this. HOPEFULLY. (Dear God PLEASE)

Chapter 15

“Well if it’s not my favorite customers!” Jim greeted happily as your family returned to the dealership. 

“Did you come back for that camper?” He asked hopefully. 

“We did. I couldn’t stop thinking about it actually. And now that we’re not under such a tight time crunch, could we check it out?” You asked. 

“Absolutely, let me grab the keys.” He answered as he got the keys and then opened it up and let all the sliders out. It was a gorgeous RV that had gotten super fine and sophisticated customizations. And while it was it’s own vehicle, it was an epic one. It was as if someone took a mini semi, and then married it with an RV and a camper, all in one. It was huge. It was extra wide, extra long. And because it was both the semi and a camper trailer, it had more than enough room for the five of you to be very comfortable. 

“This was someone’s home before they bought a house up here with a truck. And we haven’t sold it because no one else can seem to justify paying so much for something that to anyone else would be a recreational vehicle.” He explained. 

“I understand that.” You noted as you checked out the appliances, and the fridge, sniffing deeply to see if anything had ever been left in here to rot. And looking for little details to see how well it had been cared for. Whoever had customized this and redid it, took their time and really put their heart and soul into it. It was the perfect, home away from home. Most likely another wealthy person. But also, someone who could probably afford to hire a driver. 

“So what endorsements do you need to drive it?” You asked him. 

“None. It’s considered an RV. Anyone who has ever driven a truck, and a trailer, or another RV could drive this.” He answered. 

“No way.” You and Noah both seemed to playfully scoff. 

“I’m serious. It’s not considered a semi. It’s classed as an RV.” Jim insisted. 

“Even if it was a full semi, I have that endorsement.” Noah assured you. 

“Well, because it’s it’s own vehicle, it means, we can leave your truck here, for when we come back next spring and just take the dully with the horse trailer.” You offered to Noah. 

“Yeah, and that way, we’d still have the truck to take to the stores and stuff, because getting this out on the road and to gas stations will be a pain in the ass. But once we get it parked in various spaces and get it hooked up, it’ll be ok.” Noah reassured you as he stepped down into the driver’s seat to become familiar with the controls and stuff as you continued to walk through and get used to the space and storage and stuff before you came back to see the kids already in the bedroom part that was put into a smaller room with two twin beds in a bunk bed set up, or the larger room with a full bed. 

“And there’s a king size bed in the trailer. Although, most parks, you’ll need two side by side spaces to get it all together, unless a place has two hook ups, one in front of the other.” Jim explained. 

“Ok, how are the beds guys?” You asked them. 

“Eh, they’re ok. Rutted out right here though.” Zane said as his rear seemed to find a space in the middle of the bed that you imagined the previous owners probably used for sex. So new mattresses would be in order. And…decent bedding too, you realized as you touched the bedding and crinkled your nose that it was the cheap, microfiber crap. Microfiber bedding was “soft” but didn’t breathe for crap and didn’t hold up past a few washings. So you were doing some quick math in your head of what else you’d need to do to get this ready for travel. 

“Let’s look at the trailer.” You insisted before you did and could see that it was the trailer that had all the luxury and all the real “upgrades.” It was basically one big bedroom and a living room with a small kitchenette and a decent sized shower, whereas the one on the RV part was ok. Not great but ok. Clean and functional and that’s what mattered. The one in the trailer? Actual tile. And a bench. Great for shaving and especially shower sex probably- if you and Noah could fit into it together. 

“Wow, this is really nice.” Noah noted once he joined you in the camper. 

“Yeah, it is.” You nodded. 

“Jim was telling me that when we park the RV, we will need either two spots in front of each other, or side by side. 

“Well, actually, did you see how there’s a way to connect the two if they’re in front of each other, and we have a way to make a hallway that connects that to this?” Noah pointed out as he motioned to it. 

“Ooh, no I didn’t.” You noted as you came over to see it. 

“Can we look under it to see the frame?” Skylar asked hopefully before she pulled out her trusty flashlight she always used to inspect things. 

“We’ve already been over it and inspected it.” Jim tried to reassure her. 

“Yeah, but another set of eyes wouldn’t be a bad thing.” Noah insisted before Skylar beamed happily before she and him went out and did just that as she chose to look under the RV first as she started lowly murmuring to Noah to make sure he saw what she could find. 

“Her uncle is a mechanic.” You excused to Jim as you got a picture of Skylar’s legs sticking out with Noah’s under the vehicle, because it was really cute before you got your notebook out to write down what you were hearing from Noah and Skylar. 

“I see.” Jim nodded as he just stood by and you could tell he was a little nervous before you poked around in the vehicle’s crash history, what work it had gotten done, what maintenance it had gotten done, and the fact that it was sporting brand new tires, you wondered if the older ones had gotten dry rot before Noah started asking questions before Jim had to go and get the mechanic who checked it over before Skylar and Noah were beginning to speak mechanic as you barely were able to keep up mentally with the discussion before Skylar found things that the other mechanic hadn’t caught before Noah used that, to let her find every, tiny, little, thing as Noah was beginning to throw out numbers of how much it would take to fix that, and you grinned when you got your notebook out and put the estimates with everything. 

“So how much were you wanting for this?” You asked Jim. 

“Well, we were asking…” He began to list off what the vehicle was worth and all the money, the previous hosts dumped into it. 

“Yeah, but if it needs this much in repairs…” You began as you listed off everything it would need to be really roadworthy and mechanically sound as you did your best to continue to write it out what Noah and Skylar were finding under the vehicle and then once they got through that, popped the hood and continued to look it over with the mechanic. 

“Girl, how old are you?” Bud asked Skylar. 

“Eight. But I’ve been helping my uncles and grandpas with stuff since I was old enough to walk.” She answered happily. 

“And she’s been really the god’s send with helping me with my plane.” Noah praised. 

“Let’s check out the trailer.” Noah urged before they went around to the back as you continued to write down every little thing before they seemed to be done as you helped brush Skylar and Noah off before you handed him the notebook to look over before he added more things that he saw without saying anything. 

“Let’s go inside and talk.” Noah urged you as you readily passed the power brick from your purse to the kids, so that their devices wouldn’t die as you went inside and negotiated, for either the dealership to fix various things, or for the price to be dropped so that it could be handled elsewhere. 

You were simply happy to sit there and help Noah negotiate for it. And help bank on the fact that only you guys would be able to buy such a vehicle, but even when Noah had a whole plane to repair and therefore didn’t have the extra money, especially when a simple camper, that was a fraction of the price, was also available for your family. 

You guys ended up getting it for way less than you feared it would be. And the dealership still made enough money off of it, that it was still worth while for them too before Noah drove it all out of there and to his house and into his own garage to begin working on what needed to be worked on as you got your cleaning supplies ot really dig down and give it another thorough deep clean as you gagged to see how filthy the mattresses really were under that pretty bedding. Someone had obviously gotten drunk or at least very sick, in these beds  before. You could smell vomit and diarreah on them. They had sprayed air fresheners in the RV to cover up this odor. And there was no way you could clean this out of them. So you hauled them out of the RV. 

“What’s wrong?” Noah asked as he watched you push the mattress out of the RV. 

“The mattresses are beyond cleaning and saving. These are so gross. Someone must have gotten very sick on these and they tried to turn them over to cover it up.” You noted. 

“Those better not be bed bugs.” You worried before you went back inside and outright hunted for them, but now that you had the mattress pulled out and really looking, you found the faint aroma of the fumigation. 

“Is that…?” Noah asked as he came over to the edges of the mattress and scratched at something crusted to the mattress.

“Oh gods!” You yelled before you dropped it on the ground.

“Babe?” Noah asked. 

“This thing had bed bugs. I’m just seeing a few dead corpses. But this thing had bed bugs. That’s what Jim was nervous about. He was worried we would find them. OK. Should we fumigate again? Just to be sure?” You asked. 

“Absolutely. Let me get that taken care of.” Noah offered before he immediately got his phone up and called the local pest control and arranged for them to come and treat it again before he found out that they had treated it once before, it had been an issue that the previous owners were ashamed to admit that they could never seem to get them all out, that they would get it treated, then stay somewhere and get them again. And they had thought they treated it really good last time, but offered to come and treat again, just to make doubly sure. 

“They’ll be here day after tomorrow.” He offered. 

“Thank you.” You thanked him as you could do little but look and search for anything else in there. 

“Find anything?” He asked. 

“Thankfully, nothing living, just the occasional corpse in the cracks.” You answered. 

“I’m gonna need a good vacuum.” You noted as you felt like pulling apart the pieces of furniture to see if any were trying to hide elsewhere. 

After getting it fumigated again, thoroughly deep cleaned and new mattresses put in, that had to literally be flown in, you began trying to pack it up to get ready to go on the road. 

Which worked out because Noah needed to take another few days of Ukluk and Nago flying Noah back to his plane to help do some repairs just to get it flyable again which Skylar was exceedingly happy to try to help.

Sakura, Zane and yourself did as much as you could to help too. Both with the plane, and the RV and trying to make sure you packed everything you needed from Noah's house that they wanted to keep with them through the winter. 

Then Noah was finally able to get the plane just to the point that it could start and take off and then land on a tarmac in Fair Banks. And once at the hanger, more work could be done there. To get it at least passable so it could fly to the Great Lakes. Where you and Noah had agreed to rent a space at a local airplane hangar. So Noah could park it there and work even more on it there and do it for much cheaper than he could up in the Arctic Tundra where he had to pay a premium for parts just to get mailed. 

It took a day for Noah to fly down there and park his plane and begin the process of ordering parts and stuff to repair it. He readily made friends with the other pilots, most of which just had small bush planes as they were sympathetic of the crash and gave him a ride to the local airport so he could fly back home to the Arctic Tundra so he could help you pack and drive him and his family and his animals down to the Great Lakes. Since you had been spending all that time getting all the horses’ paperwork prepared and the vet and get them ready for the journey. And get all the cats and get them to the vet and ready for the journey. and of course the dogs as well.  Sakura was happy to start packing too before you had to go and pick Noah up from the airport again. 

“So? How were your flights?” You asked him. 

“Long. How were things at home?” He asked. 

“Busy, the vet I think made his year getting all of the animals ready for the trip. By the way, do you want to pack all of your clothes or do you want to pack just some of them since we will be back up here next summer? Also, what do you want to do about the contents of your freezer?” You asked him.  

“We can either split it between Neena’s parents and mine or whatever, or we can try to bring it with us.” Noah offered. 

“Yeah, no. I don’t want to have to worry about spoiled rotting meat on a cross country trip because that frrzer is only so big in the RV. Let’s give it to the people who are staying up here and we can always bring in more food when we come back, I don’t want anything to go to waste or rotting while we are gone." You answered. 

“Yeah I didn’t want that either.” Noah readily admitted. 

“So, did you want to drive the RV or the horse trailer?" You asked since you had had to drive it to various places to get stuff for it already. 

"Don't care, I can do either one." He offered. 

"Well we can always trade off." You shrugged. 

"Which one would you prefer to drive?" He asked.

"Honestly, I don't care, I'll take whichever one you don't want." You answered. 

"Well, How about you take the RV, I'll take the horses, since they can move while in transit and sway the horse trailer. The RV should be pretty constant." He suggested. 

"Ok." You nodded with a smile. Noah was still, always so thoughtful. 

It took another few days to get everything packed up that needed to be packed up since all Noah and Sakura really needed were their clothes and other sentimental items they didn’t want to live without over the winter since most of everything else didn’t need to be moved as Noah and yourself and all the kids pitched in to winterize Noah’s house and his barn.

Then the fateful day came where you said your goodbyes and made plans for Noah’s family and even Neena’s family to come down for the next high holiday that your family and theirs would be making into one big gosbe to join both the Great Lakes Family and the Arctic Tundra one to converge at your yourse, flying commercially of course for an official, really big, gosbe with all of Noah’s family and yours. 

You went from camp ground to camp ground and even national park to national park. And despite the initial cost of the RV, it really was so much cheaper than staying in hotels and eating out for every meal. Because with the RV, you could camp it in, get showers, do laundry either in the small on board washer and dryer or stop at laundromats for the bigger items like bedding. You could get the horses out regularly, and ride them and the dogs and cats could use the bathroom regularly and the chickens were content in their little coop. And it would give you practically two weeks before school started and with the gradual traveling from the Arctic Tundra to the Great Lakes, you all could gradually get used to the time change. And it was actually, really nice. And it made a lot if really good memories. It really made a national parks pass to stay in all the national parks from June Neau to the Great Lakes worth every penny.

Two weeks later in the late afternoon, early evening, you, very tiredly pulled into your driveway at home, putting in your code to open the gate and led the way in, Noah and the horse trailer behind you as Sakura gasped when she saw your house. 

“This is my house?” Sakura asked in excited awe when she laid her eyes on it. 

“Yup, this is your house Sweetie, but we gotta get the horses into the barn.” You told her as you parked the RV, as Noah drove down to the barn to unload the horses into the barn. 

Your mother had already gotten the barn doors open and helped Noah back up the horse trailer to the barn as your horses were eager to see who was new to the barn as your mom had already gotten new stalls ready for the new horses. 

Your parents were eager to meet their new granddaughter and of course see Noah in person as they already had dinner ready and waiting on you in the house as soon as you could get the horses unloaded and the dogs of course beginning to mark their territory and meet all the other dogs who were excited to see you and the kids again and eager to meet Sakura and Noah as your parents warmly and eagerly hugged Sakura first and then Noah. 

And once the horses were squared away, you brought your family back into the house and had them drop their bags at the door and led the way to the kitchen that was open to the dining room as Sakura and Noah were both taking in the sight of the very nice house you had. Noah was trying to keep his awe down and not completely gawk at his surroundings. 

His sister Alorna may have been onto something, this felt like a mansion. It was huge and very high end materials and was overall very luxurious and he was getting overwhelmed by just the foyer and the chandelier in said foyer. Which was the fanciest crystal thing he had ever seen and then the kitchen was straight out of a magazine, and the feast that your dad had prepared was delicious and immaculate and somehow very familiar as Noah could see and taste where you had gotten your culinary upbringing from. 

“Hey, it’s just a home right? Just a really nice one.” You reminded in a soft whispered murmur to Noah as you noticed he was just staring at everything around him wide eyed as you reached over and held his hand as you walked him down the buffet line that was on the kitchen counter as you both were piling on food onto your plates. 

“Yup, just a super nice, luxurious, super spacious house.” Noah whispered back. 

“That you should feel comfortable in, you’re not just a guest, this is your house too.” You reminded him with a reassuring but tired smile as you then got a beer from the liquor refrigerator and Noah was frankly impressed that you had a refrigerator in your kitchen that was completely dedicated to bottles of beer and wine and was full of it too which Noah nearly cried opening and made the cutest little whimpering noise that was a noncoherent string of half words of awe and amazement and appreciation to the sheer variety of what was before him.  

“We didn’t know exactly what you’d want to drink so we got a bit of everything.” Your mom, Stacia offered sweetly. 

“Uh...everything? I will happily try...anything..ev..every...everything.” Noah stuttered as his brain was short circuiting which cracked you and your family up. 

“Well how Zara likes to keep things organized is we have the lightest beers on the top shelf, the pilsners, the ales, then we have the medium bodied beers, the lagers and some porters in the middle and the heavier, stouts and things at the bottom and the freezer has frozen glass steins to pour it into.” Your mom explained as she gestured to the many levels and opened the freezer and Noah looked like he was going to cry which got your dad to bark a laugh and pat Noah on the back and wrap his arm around his shoulders and give it a good squeeze from the side. 

“I know, it’s a thing of beauty, just wait till you see the kegs in the gameroom in the basement.” Your dad offered teasingly to Noah. 

“She has kegs?” Noah asked in awe. 

“Yeah, they are wonderful things. She had me pick them up and install them earlier today, special, just for you. Because she wants everyone around her to be well fed, well watered and taken care of. She is aggressively hospitable. I blame that southern bell of a mother in law she has or had rather.” Your dad teased. 

“Yes I am.” You crooned as you sat down at the table before Noah got his selection and walked over to the table to sit next to you. 

“Although Andrew’s mother Nancy, that woman can cook me under the table, but she focuses on quantity, my family prides itself more on quality, for instance, I would wager you spent what, five hours caramalizing these onions?” You posed to your dad. 

“Nah, just four.” He waived off with a appreciative grin. 

“Oh don’t sit there Noah, sit here, this is your place now.” Your dad insisted as he moved Noah to sit at the head of the table as a sign of respect as he sat on one side and you sat on the other side but still said prayer, thanking the gods for your safe arrival home and your new complete family, which was very touching and appreciated.  

“So? How was everything? How was your trip?” Your mom innocently asked. 

“Horrible at first, then morphed into OK, then good.” You started laughing which got your family to start laughing with you before Noah and yourself told your parents about how everything seemed to go wrong from the storms on the cruise, to the objectification Noah and Sakura got for being ice orcs, to Zane getting recognized and practically swarmed on the cruise because he was ‘a celebrity’. To the plane crash to the loss of the rest of Noah’s flying season, then to your driver license expiring and all of your check cards expiring except for a couple of credit cards who were already almost at their max limits thanks to the cruise and how getting money up there was a nightmare and how you had to out yourself to a few bank branches who you were sure were going to use all winter to tell everyone there at that bank branches how a millionaire was now banking there and what rumors you would find when you got back there in the spring to how the truck nearly overheated and died on the highway from pulling the horse trailer even though it was technically brand new and shouldn’t have had any issues. 

But then you got the RV, so it was rather just a two week long camping trip, going from state park to state park all the way from there to here for the horse’s sake and riding a few trails to let the horses stretch their legs so standing in the trailer wasn’t so hard on them or hard for the other animals either because finding hay along the way was a little tricky and when you could find it, you loaded up on it and it would often be you’d be on your last bale of hay before you would find more along the way. But feed stores were relatively easy and getting to laundromats so you could wash all the clothes and bedding and how the kids traded off between the RV and Noah’s truck so all the kids got one on one time and attention and everyone got to know each other really well. Along with everything in between, you were so grateful to finally be home and very much looking forward to sleeping in your own bed tonight and getting a decent shower. 

But what became clearly evident was how together, Noah and yourself and the family managed to roll with the punches and take each problem as it arose, together and how each problem only made you grow closer as a family, and learn to depend on each other. Which was awesome which made your parents glad to hear that effort was being put forth on both sides and despite a rocky start and admittedly some of the worst of circumstances, things were still going well. And thanks to the long drive from the Arctic Tundra to the Great Lakes, your kids and yourselves had a chance to get reacclimated to the time zone change really gradually which was nice. 

After dinner your parents helped unpack and unload the RV and then left your family in peace so you and your children could give Noah and Sakura ‘the grand tour’ of the house. Sakura had instantly fallen in love with a cockatoo that had been a pet for one of your adopted grandparents and the moment when she had come into the house the parrot had immediately flown over to her as she happily let it rest on her shoulder as that bird had always been rather stand offish to you and your family but with Sakura, something about her seemed to click with the bird as the bird kept kissing her cheeks and saying ‘I love you’ and ‘pretty girl’ over and over again and wanting bits of dinner as she happily fed it little scraps as she surprised both Noah and yourself as all the birds seemed to flock to her. 

“Well she always was the chicken whisperer in the past.” Noah tried to shrug off as Sakura happily got to find and explore her new room. 

“Can Ollie’s cage be put into my room?” Sakura asked hopefully. 

“I don’t mind.” You put to Noah. 

“If you want it to be.” Noah agreed before you and Noah relocated the bird and it’s cage to Sakura’s room and got a spot for it as Sakura’s dogs didn’t seem to mind the bird’s place in Sakura’s room since they took up position on the dog beds in Sakura’s room, complete with a dog door just in case they needed to leave to relieve themselves. Since you had doggy doors that led to a fenced in portion of the yard that the dogs could take themselves out to relieve themselves as needed which your dogs seemed to show Noah’s dog’s how to do and what to do in that department as the rest of the “pack” accepted Noah’s dogs pretty well. 

Noah’s cats and your cats of course kept their distance from each other but Noah’s cats were happy to have a cat tree and some perches and happy to see so many litter boxes available to use and of course some really good wet and dry cat food to eat. 

Then Zane got to show off his snake collection to Sakura and Noah. Noah did his best to act cool about it even though he had never even held a snake before, much less seen one in real life, and now he was holding one, one of the tamest and sweetest ones in Zane’s collection, he was stiff with nervousness but still trying to remain calm as it wasn’t so bad as he thought it was going to be. 

“They’re so soft!” Sakura cooed excitedly as she held hers and pet hers softly. 

“They are.” Noah had to admit before he handed it back to Zane to put away. 

You got the kids to get showers before bed and walked Sakura through how to work her shower and stuff since she had her own bathroom for her bedroom. 

You were delighted when she loved everything in her bedroom and bathroom before you helped put the kids to bed. 

Then you led Noah to your bedroom, the last stop on the grand tour as Noah softly gasped when he saw it. It was gorgeous and smelled amazing and again, right out of a magazine as you readily put your dirty clothes into the washing machine that was in your bathroom and asked for Noah’s clothes too so you could start that while you got a shower with him l. 

You giddily got him into your bathroom and into your shower that was the most epic shower Noah had ever been in. You waked him through how to work it and washed happily got to finally have sex with Noah in your shower as he sat on your bench and let you ride him as hard as you wanted to.

Once you were done, you got the now clean but wet clothes out of the washer and into the dryer and let him get changed into some underwear and pajamas you had gotten for him. You already had ready for him in his new dresser that you had put into your bedroom for him. 

Noah sunk into your almost excessively soft bed with you. 

“Oooh.” Noah cooed appreciatively as he climbed into bed and got comfortable, feeling like he was sinking into a soft pillowy cloud. 

“And if you don’t like your pillow there’s a few more to choose from in that closet over there.” You pointed out your linen closet in your room as you got into bed and took your meds and then cuddled into his side. 

Noah touched his lamp to turn it off and practically melted into the bed with you and was happy that because it was still August in the Great Lakes, it was still hot and you thankfully had the air conditioning up so he could rest comfortably before you both succumbed to sleep. 

Noah woke up just as the sun was beginning to rise as he looked down at you sleeping blissfully still in his arms and just that made him smile happily before he peeked around the room, appreciating the soft pastel turquoise walls with punches of royal blue and royal purple throughout the room as he tried to bat away the feelings of guilt and self doubt that he belonged there. He wondered if that’s how you had felt in his home at first, a guest, too scared to call it home yet. But this was still his first night, and first morning waking up like this. First of hopefully many more before he looked back down to you, still resting in his arms, your back to his front as he spooned you. He had realized that over the last few weeks, home was wherever you were, whether in an RV, or his house or now this house. And if this house was your home and you were his home, then yes, this was his home too, just...one he wasn’t used to yet. And it was clear that to you it was important that he felt comfortable and worthy of ‘such a setting’ for the jewel you were adamant he was. 

But if you thought he was worthy, then by the gods, he was going to do his best to live up to it. 

Noah fell back asleep for a couple more hours before you stirred awake, waking him up in the process and morning sex without having to worry about noise or movement because every movement could be felt in the RV, so sex had to be sneaky for the last two weeks. 

But here and now, it could be enjoyed in all of its vigorous glory as Noah happily pumped you full again but that was only after he had eaten you out and after you had returned the favor. Noah felt like he was in heaven in such a wonderfully soft bed with the woman of his dreams with her mouth full of his cock and his balls being stroked and tantalizing scratched in her hands as his own hands were in her silky soft hair and the hard growling grunt of his climax was especially sexy. 

After you were both decently sated you went down to the kitchen to make breakfast while you went down the line and filled all the dog’s bowls full of food for their breakfast as well as all the cats as you went around and checked on all the other birds to make sure they had enough food and water too. 

You refocused on making breakfast for your family as Noah was already getting acquainted with the restaurant sized walk in refrigerator you had and found thick cut bacon and ham steaks, and cubed steaks that were practically begging to be floured and fried to have chicken fried steak and gravy, which you felt definitely needed biscuits to go with it. You got those ready along with some eggs and hashbrowns and just as the bacon was starting to sizzle, all three of the kids made it down the stairs, all of them looking still half asleep. 

“Oh thank the gods, you guys started breakfast.” Zane murmured as he got up into the breakfast bar and folded his arms and laid his head on his arms, still tired as Skylar did the same but Sakura was having Ollie sit on a perch with the other birds in the “menagerie” and once everyone was served breakfast at the breakfast bar, then you all got dressed. 

The, right on time, Zane got his rat shipment in so he could feed his snakes who had built up quite the appetite since his friend had come to the house to feed them two weeks prior. 

After breakfast, you showed off your spa to Noah and Sakura and then Sakura was happy to meet your flock of chickens.

Noah especially was practically drooling over ‘the man cave’ which was your outbuilding and your other garage that had your other vehicles that you had accumulated since all of your adopted grandparent’s death and when Noah saw your motorcycle collection he nearly fell to his knees, and then the four wheelers and other ‘toys’ you had. 

“Too much?” You asked teasingly with a giggle. 

“Yeah?” Noah admitted, feeling overwhelmed. 

“Well, when the plane is fixed and things settle and we get used to things and find our new normal, then we’ll work on simplifying then ok?” You offered. 

“Ok.” Noah nodded.

You took Noah to your local branches of your banks and got him on your accounts and got Noah’s signatures into their systems and everything squared away before you all got fully settled in, with the last thing being, to add the other sacred sculptures onto the walls so that all of the gods your whole family worshipped were now represented before you all offered up prayers of thanks for all of you getting home, safe and sound. 

Then you took your family to the school to finish Sakura’s enrollment and had your kids help show her the school and meet her teacher who was very sweet and welcoming of Sakura. She wanted to know about Sakura and her culture from Sakura and Noah so she could mindful of that in class. 

And after that, you went to the post office to get all of Noah’s and Sakura’s mail changed to your address and of course receive a whole huge box full of mail again before you grabbed lunch on your way out. 

You felt like you spent all  late afternoon and evening going through all of the mail. It was a task in itself, as you almost spitefully laughed when you found the replacement cards you had needed back in the Arctic Tundra as you went through activating the new cards before your family made dinner together. 

You still had a few days before school and that meant back to school shopping the next day, and clothes shopping and buying special wearable cold packs for Noah and Sakura so they could tolerate the heat easier since August was still high heat in the Great Lakes region. 

To say Sakura got a lot of attention the first day of school, was an understatement. Being the only ice orc any had seen in their lives in the area before. But Sakura was happy to make so many friends and instantly being somewhat popular and thanks to those wearable ice packs and a special cooler, filled with a small square of dry ice, to keep the other cold ones in so she could change them out periodically was a lifesaver for Sakura, especially when the classroom was a little stuffy for her liking. 

You eased back into work yourself, only seeing a few clients a day to let yourself get back into the swing of things. Noah took the new truck and went to the airplane hanger and began to do some more assessments of his plane and what it needed and began working on it and bringing it up to code as his new equipment began to arrive. 

Granted this was not the ‘construction’ he thought he would be doing at the moment, but it was still work that needed to be done and ordering new parts and having the shipping and waiting periods to be so small, was a pleasant surprise. 

And of course having Skylar chomping at the bit to be helping him fix his plane and help put it back together when she wasn’t in school, or martial arts classes and Zane wasn’t in ballet classes which Sakura was much more interested in Zane’s dance class than she was in Skylar's martial arts class. You readily got her signed up and in a beginner’s dance class, she was really happy to be in something new. 

And slowly but surely, things fell into a new rhythm, a new normal. And just as everyone got to learn their stride, then was the next high holiday that was also being turned into a giant gosbe, where your family, complete with your late inlaws, together with all of your siblings and their families and even Natasha’s mother, Olga was coming to give her blessing which you appreciated. 

But you knew it was going to be the biggest “full house” you were ever going to have. You had every guest room assigned to who was going to be sleeping where, as even your parents and late inlaws helped you place different members of Noah’s family and Neena’s family that overflowed from your house, into theirs.

You went into a big box store and had practically bought out the store in ingredients so that everyone could have their ingredients to cook all their dishes that they were making for what you knew was going to be a gosbe to end all gosbes.

Once everyone was landed then it was an ordeal making sure everyone had their own rental cars so that they had their own independent modes of transportation to get to your house. 

You felt like Noah and your family and yourself practically led a caravan to your house where everyone from your side of the family was eagerly waiting to meet Noah’s family. Every parking space both for your own driveway and for your business was filled with vehicles as you had already gotten a competition BBQ joint to come in and cater all the food for tonight’s dinner, roasting several hogs and dozens of chickens and brisket and steaks and all the sides and fixins since everyone was no doubt tired and jet lagged and nervous and excited. 

The moment Ukluk came through the door though, your father greeted Ukluk like the long lost brother the two had always been. 

“Ukluk!” Your father boomed as he came forward and practically ran into Ukluk giving him a big bear hug. 

“Grusta!” Ukluk cheered as he did the same. And while Ukluk was bigger than your dad, they both hugged each other tightly and started crying at being reunited in person. 

“Gods you got old and fat!” They both cried and but smiled so bright and happily at each other before your dad introduced your side of the family to Ukluk and his family and Neena’s family while Ukluk introduced his side of the family and Neena’s family to everyone else too as you literally had everyone put name tags on so everyone could get each other’s names right but Olga needed no such measures as she practically knew each person by name before they could introduce themselves to her. She seemed to be so relieved that what she had seen in her peering years prior was coming true. She very graciously welcomed them into the home and thanked them for bringing love and kindness, respect and dignity into the home. 

Your dad and Ukluk went to the kitchen to see the feast that was laid out there as your dad and Ukluk gently argued about who should say the prayers before Ulga interrupted them and pulled the ‘I’m a High Priestess, if anyone is going to give a prayer of thanks and blessing it’s me’ card which got your dad and Ukluk and everyone else to agree as everyone gathered around in the kitchen and closed their eyes and bowed their heads while the families huddled close and held hands. 

“To Aura…” Olga began before she peeked at the list that had all the gods and goddesses both your family, Noah’s family, Neena’s family and Andy’s family believed in before she closed her eyes and concentrated again, letting the god’s holy spirit flow through her and help her choose the right words. 

“Thank you all, for helping two lost parts of your family find each other again and make each other whole when they had felt so lost and broken before. Thank you for giving your blessing and letting it be so acutely felt, that our family is now whole, happy and where they should be at this time. And while these lost pieces have picked up other families, we are all here, and united now. Our family is now complete. Please, let every single member of this family feel peace, serenity and security, knowing that Sakura, Skylar and Xander now have both of their parents. Who love each other and their children very much. Thank you for blessing them and their family. And thank you for allowing those blessings to radiate to everyone else. Please, do not forget Anarra’s family, since we know that she is with you in the afterlife. She is no longer in pain and no longer worries for Noatak or Sakura for she knows that Zara will love her daughter just as much as she did, will protect her just as much as her own, will train her just as much as Anarra wanted to and will embrace her culture and heritage with arms wide open, without judgment and respect and dignify Noatak and Sakura’s culture and heritage and make it her own. As will Skylar and Xander since they are Sakura’s siblings both literally and figuratively but especially spiritually. Anarra is at peace and happy that Sakura and Noatak are where they should be. And please, do not forget Andrew and his family either, please let Andrew’s family who remains, to find peace, comfort and serenity as well. Knowing that Noatak will do his best love and care for his family the way they deserve. And be comforted that Noatak and Sakura will also respect and dignify Zara’s, Skylar’s and Xander’s culture and traditions. And welcome those with open arms and without judgement. For he knows that Noah will love his children as his own, protect them as his own, train them as his own and care for them as his own, just as much as Zara will continue to do as well." Ulga prayed, her voice almost a beautiful song. As the acoustics in the kitchen seems to amplify her voice. 

"He too, is happy and at peace, knowing that Zara and his children are loved and cared for in ways he could only dream of. He is so proud of his children for protecting each other and their mother from the wolves and vultures that would come to feast on the material possessions that the gods sent to Zara to take care of her in his place when he was suddenly taken away. And the gods know that Zara, Skylar and Xander will teach Noatak and Sakura and their families these same lessons and defenses to protect Sakura and Noatak from the wolves and vultures in the future." Ulga perceived. 

"And once Zara returns to the Arctic Tundra next summer, she and Noah will take care of the wolves and vultures for good. And Sakura and Noatak and their immediate family and extended family will know peace, serenity and success. They will be a family- having two homes, one here, and one in the Arctic Tundra, but one family to bring from to the other so that both of them may be happy and fulfilled, having occupations that they not only enjoy, but were meant to do. Let them find peace, happiness and success in those ventures as well. We know Anarra and Andrew are so proud of Noatak and Zara for sticking it out and becoming stronger and waiting for their perfect second mate to find them and not to fall victim to loneliness or desperation before it was the right time for them to find the answers to their own prayers." Ulga stressed. 

"Thank you so much for bringing this family together, and their extended families together and continue to bless their immediate family and their large, extended family. In all this we pray and give humble thanks. And all of us appreciate all of you for giving Zara- who has always been the most gracious and generous of your loyal servants- the tools and education so that she may use those generous gifts best and use them to build herself, her immediate family and her large extended family up. Because only Zara would look at such generous gifts and only see how she can use them to help others, instead of hoarding them to herself. Which is why you have blessed such a magnificent jewel of a person with such a wonderful and beautiful setting and allowing her to find the perfect jewel of the north in Noatak to join her in both the setting she has made for herself, and the setting that Noatak has made for themselves. And together, the two jewels together with their children, who will be the biggest and brightest jewels of the future to shine brightly, reflecting the light you shine on them. In all this we pray- Amen.” Olga prayed as everyone was trying to keep their appreciative weeping as quiet as possible before they too, echoed ‘Amen’. 

“Thank you Mama Olga.” You thanked her as you hugged her tight. 

“Marry him quick while they are here, wear your best priestess dress as your wedding dress, and when you return to the Arctic Tundra, you will have a fourth on the way and give Noah the one thing Neena didn’t give him- a son. I will perform the wedding myself after the gosbe tomorrow. The marriage license is already ready in my purse.” She whispered in your ear as others were going down the buffet line and getting their plates piled high with food as you were grateful that there were stacks and stacks of each thing so that everyone could get as much as they wanted from each dish. 

“My Zanochka Volchietsa, you have risen again and you will continue to rise to new heights.” Olga praised as she held your face in her hands and wiped your tears away with her thumbs.

“I told you that if you built this home- your family will come, and look, they all have. They are all here. And they love you and your family wholeheartedly. Do not fear that anyone in here will do you harm or hold back because no one in here will ever take advantage of you. You are safe and surrounded by family.  Enjoy it.” She encouraged you before she went to your ear. 

“Really?” You whispered as your smile shamed the sun it was so bright. 

“Really, think of this as your rehearsal dinner.” She advised. 

“Ok,” You nodded. 

After the prayer, your father went down the line and announced what each thing was in the buffet line since all of it was being served from buffet that was being held in chafing dishes in wire racks with the little torches under them to keep the food warm as your father took the aluminum foil lids off of each thing down your kitchen counter as everyone eagerly grabbed a plate and started piling it high with food. 

Then your dad showed Ukluk the beer fridge and laughed when Ukluk put his plate on the counter and actually got on his knees. 

“Thank all the gods for bringing my son and our family to paradise,” Ukluk sarcastically began to pray on his knees in front of the fridge which got everyone to erupt into laughter as Ukluk got back onto his feet and picked his favorite one before nearly crying again at seeing the frozen glass steins in the freezer and picked one before he and your father sat at the foot of the table as Noah’s brothers and brothers in law also nearly cried at seeing the beer fridge too while even the cater-ers were invited to grab a beer and enjoy the feast they had made with you and your family. 

You were so grateful that you had gotten such a huge and long formal dining table as every adult had a place to sit at it while all the kids had another table just for them that seemed to be just as long and just as full as Sakura sat in between Skylar and Xander. 

Olga sat at the head of the table while you and Noah sat to her right and Natasha and Gavin sat to her left as Olga talked to her daughter in Siberian about what was going to happen tomorrow as Natasha’s eyes went wide as she looked from her mother to you as your brother barely caught a few words. 

“Marriage?” Gavin began to say before Olga, Natasha and yourself shushed him. 

“It’s a surprise.” Natasha whispered. 

“Wait what?” Noah asked as he looked to you once his ears perked to that word. 

“A gosbe is a wooing marriage feast, Olga offered to make it an “official marriage feast” tomorrow while your family is here, but I want it to be a surprise. I’m going to wear one of my priestess gowns. You could wear your regalia if you’d like to, make it a mixture of both cultures.” You whispered to him. 

“Ok, they’re in for the surprise of their lives then.” Noah grinned happily, elated that you wanted him in his Frozen Tundra Clan regalia. 

“And I can get my IUD out when I go to the OBGYN in a couple of weeks and we can get another bun in the oven if you want to.” You murmured in his ear.

“Don’t tempt me beyond what I can bear, I don’t want to kick everyone out so I can feast on you on this table again.” Noah practically purred in your ear. 

“Later. Eat, you’ll need your strength.” You purred right back before you both chowed down on your dinner. 

“So, tomorrow?” Noah asked Olga. 

“Yes, the reason I was late today was because I was getting the document from my temple before I left.” She answered. 

“And I’m not…?" Noah began to ask. 

“No you’re not rushing. It’s time. Besides, when you see your homeland again, you will be coming back with more than you left with. Take care of her, for she will carry for you a blessing to really cement your family together.” Olga hinted as you smiled cheekily at Noah who blinked in surprise. 

“If you’re ready, that is.” You hinted. 

“Been ready.” Noah readily and adamantly nodded once the weight of her words finally seemed to sink in. 

“Good, me too.” You smiled.

[monstersflashlight]

Commission for @ilove-hatethecw

A/N: Thank you so much for commissioning! Means a lot and this was such a sweet story to write. Hope you like it! <3

Request: An orc x human, where the reader is a human princess who married the orc in an arranged political marriage. The orc is rather distant because he believes that the reader wouldn’t want him romantically or physically because he’s so large and thinks that she finds him brutish. But she actually is really really attracted to him. Maybe add some breeding and size kink in there.

The princess desire

Orc x fem!reader || size kink, breeding, really fluffy (but filthy)

When the senate told your dad you were to marry the orc king for political reasons, you were resigned. Not ready to marry yet, enjoying your freedom way too much for a marriage with an unknown orc. But a part of you, the part that awoke at night when you were alone with your thoughts and fantasies… that part was more than happy.

As an avid romance reader, you were more than familiar with orc romances. You knew of them, but had never seen one in person. But good goddess did you want to. You had a thousand of fantasies involving orcs, and knowing you were to marry to one? That was more than enough to make you shake with anticipation.

You saw him before he saw you, big and beefy and completely and utterly hot. He filled all your fantasies and a bit more, you didn’t know how good he could look, how attracted you’d really feel to your husband to be until that moment. And your needy clit made you very aware of your husband. But when the reality of marriage came to be, you weren’t expecting it.

It wasn’t reciprocal. Your husband didn’t touch you, you talked a lot after the wedding. You shared meals and conversations, and you became really good friends, but he didn’t seek you out… sexually. He didn’t sleep with you. He didn’t want you as his wife… And that hurt. That hurt a whole lot. But after the sadness, the anger arose.

You were having a nice tea and biscuits when you broke down and asked: “Why wouldn’t you fuck me? It’s because I’m human?” You tried not to sound self-conscious, but you failed, a spark of hurt still shining through your anger.

He bit on the pastries he was eating, coughing as he let out a choked: “What?” He looked dumbfounded, like he wasn’t expecting that from you.

“You don’t like humans? You don’t find me attractive?” You pressed, tears filling your eyes as you tried to stop them from falling down your face.

You didn’t want to be pushy, but you really needed to know if your husband didn’t like you at all in that way. You knew it was a political affair, but you wanted more. You liked him, you liked him a whole lot… You loved him. And you wanted him to want you back, in every way it mattered.

He looked so confused that in any other circumstances you would have found him adorable. “What?! No. Yes,” he stuttered, looking at you like deer caught in headlights. “Yes, I find you very attractive,” he finally confessed, his face deep green as he blushed.

You tried to make it make sense in your brain, not understanding why he hadn’t acted on that then. “Then why aren’t we fucking like rabbits?” You asked, confusion bleeding into your tone.

“What? I- I thought you didn’t want that. I thought… I though you didn’t like me that way. You… You are cute and little and human and… I’m harsh and rough and brutish, too big for you. Too ugly.” Your heart broke a tiny bit at his words, suddenly understanding that the problem was never you. He was insecure and you didn’t realize soon enough.

Your protective instincts arose instantly. “Who said that?”

“I- Nobody.” His insecurities were more clear than ever.

You softened your tone to ask him: “Then why would you think that?”

“I don’t know… You are just so pretty and so great and I love you so much.” He realized a second too late what he just said, covering his mouth and his tusks with a big hand, his eyes as big as plates as he looked at you waiting for a reaction.

Your brain was short-circuiting at his words, not fully believing him. “You love me?” You asked, insecurity showing more than you’d like.

He thought about it for a couple seconds, your heart racing as fast as it could. “I do,” he finally answered, making the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

“Great. Because I love you, too,” you confessed back, surprising both of you. You weren’t planning on telling him like that, but it was out in the world now. And then everything was clear, and you needed one thing more than you needed air. “Now, are you going to fuck me or what?” You have enough time to pull your dress over your head before he’s over you, grabbing you by the waist and throwing you over his shoulder.

He walked to your room in long strides as you groped his ass, and he grunted. “You are playing with fire, little bride.” You did it again, smacking his hard ass as seeing it jiggle as you giggled.

“I want to get burned,” you teased him in return as you got closer to your room.

He threw you over the bed and undressed as you bounced up and down the mattress. He unwrapped his body like it was the best gift of your life and you licked your lips as he approached you like you were nothing more than prey to him. Your pussy getting instantly wet.

You licked your lips again, checking him out completely, his dick hard and huge hanging between his legs like an offering for you. “Fuck me, husband.”

He crawled over your body like he was savoring every second of it, his nostrils flaring as he smelled your desire in the air, groaning. “You don’t know what you do to me, do you?” He asked, his face dark green and his tusks gleaming under the sun coming from the window.

You reached down and jerked his dark green dick. “I have an idea.” You chuckled, his dick twitched in your hands as he grunted, kissing down your neck.

He ravished your boobs as you groaned, his tusks feeling dangerous against your tender skin, making everything more intense. He traveled down your body, kissing and licking your skin as he told you how pretty you were, how soft and wonderful. How much he wanted to be buried inside of you until you were leaking cum, a blabbering mess under him.

When he reached your pussy, you groaned as his tusks framed your pussy and his tongue found your clit. He didn’t know what he was doing, but he found the points that made you squirm and cry out fast as lightning. He ate you out like the best meal he had, grunting and caressing as his hands found your ass and pulled you to him, trying to get as much as you as possible. It was like being consumed in the best possible way.

You were so focused on the pleasure he was giving you that your orgasm caught you off guard, screaming his name as he drank out of you.

When you returned to your body, he was over you, his big body pressing down on you like a warm blanket, his dick asking for permission right at your entrance. “Are you ready, bride?”

“Fuck me like you mean it, orc.” Your last word was just a way to remind him you knew who he was, what he was, and it still turned you on incredibly. Turned you on so much that when he pressed against you, his dick slipped inside almost instantly. You both groaned at the intrusion, so good, so big, so wonderful.

He started at a slow pace, rocking his hips against you, but it soon wasn’t enough. You kept asking him to go faster, harder, and when he looked at you worryingly, you couldn’t do anything else but to kiss him until he forgot about his insecurities. You kissed him to consume him, to convince him you were in love with every part of him, orcish features and all.

He let go of his inhibitions little by little, going faster and harder until he set a punishing pace that made you see starts as he grunted against your parted mouth.

“I’m gonna breed you. I’m gonna fill you so much and so deep you would be feeling me for hours,” his words sounded like a promise and it made you shake under him, your body convulsing as you came around his shaft.

You cried out his name as your release made him lose himself in you, pumping you full of cum as he reached for your mouth once again, kissing you so passionately you felt your heart getting bigger because of how much you loved him.

You broke the kiss to whisper against his lips: “I love you, my orc husband.” He smiled down at you, his face dark green with the prettiest blush.

“I love you, my human bride,” he answered, kissing you again.

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[rs-hawk]

A ftm Orc Husband who finger fucks you in front of the rest of their village at your wedding reception. You knew that sex in front of the village after marriage was common, but you had no idea what exactly he would do to you. You were dressed in the traditional white dress of your human world, veil and all. After the first kiss, just as the reception is about to start, your husband is sat in the middle of the room. You’re pulled into his lap, his large hands forcing your legs apart as soon as you’re sitting.

You blush slightly as his fat fingers tease you through your panties, which only lasts for a second before he rips them off. The other Orcs cheer as your husband spreads your dripping pussy lips for them. You press yourself against your Orc Husband’s chest, your back hard against him as he uses his other hand to hold you in place. You whimper softly as he teases your little clit, making you twitch and tighten around empty air. The Orcs laugh at how desperate you are. With your face burning, you start to ask your new husband if this can be done, but then he forces one of those thick, long fingers inside of you.

You yelp and jerk back, forcing your husband to grip your throat. His hand completely covers your throat, that slight pressure reminding you who and what you belong to now.

“Careful, my wife. I don’t want to break you yet,” he chuckles in your ear as he crams his finger inside of you up to the knuckle. It’s bigger than any cock or toy you’ve taken, making you tear up. Your husband chuckles as he sees this, licking the tears from the corners of your eyes.

He fingers you roughly, bouncing you up and down on his finger, then two fingers, nearly ripping you. You’re soaked, your juices dripping down his hand. You can feel how wet he’s getting under you too, and after he leaves you gaping, you’re pushed to the floor, your face shoved into his Orc cunt. You lick and tongue fuck him as best as you can on your hands and knees with him still fingering your poor little pussy, still fully on display for his village. He grabs you by your hair, forcing his Orc t-dick down your throat. By the time your reception actually starts, you’re completely covered in his juices and cum, as well as yours, with your little human pussy stretched and sore.

[werecreature-addicted]

Always thinking about whatever monster is capable of using their claws to tear a hole through your stockings where your wet heat is, werewolf or otherwise: They're too impatient

werewolves are of course very good, but many monsters have sharp claws and big tounges to fuck you with.

Imagine, a seven-foot-tall Orc husband who wants nothing more than to spend all day with you in bed making you cum until you go limp and pass out from pleasure. and depending on your boundaries, maybe a little after that too.

But nooooo you can't stay in bed getting fucked all day. you have to "do housework" and "run errands". or whatever. Your orc husband does understand that if you spend your time on his dick instead of doing dishes and buying groceries it will make his life worse, but it's hard to care about stuff like food when he's thinking with his cock.

He follows you around as you jump between tasks trying to find a large enough window of free time for a quicky. He thinks you're so cute when you act like his little housewife it only makes him want to fuck you more. but you stay too busy to take a quick load of Orc cum.

By the time you finally consider your work done for the day, he's on edge and his nerves are shot, he feels like he's going to burst just looking at you. you try to sit down on the couch but half a second later you're snapped up and thrown over his shoulder. It's finally his time to have some fun.

He tosses you on your shared bed on your hands and knees, spreading your legs wide apart, and slashes at your clothes with his long talon-like nails. He presses his mouth to your exposed cunt and moans at your taste, he pushes the remaining scraps of your clothes away while keeping his mouth on you, unwilling to let go of your sweet pussy for even a second now that he has you where he wants you.

He's happy like that making out with your pussy, gripping onto your hips with one hand and jerking off his poor ignore cock with the other. He growls to himself as he listens to your pretty moans of pleasure as you buck your hips back against his face, trying to fuck yourself back on his thick tongue, groaning in satisfaction when you cum, gushing on his mouth, dripping down his chin. Then he swaps his tongue out for his fingers, dipping his mouth a little lower to suck on your clit.

You whimper and protest weakly the feeling was too much this soon after your first orgasm, which just makes him laugh to himself. "would you prefer if I just fucked you right now without stretching you out?" he asks teasingly. That shut you up. Silly little thing, you didn't really think you'd get away with only one orgasm after teasing him all day, did you?

[floatyflowers]

Hey girl! Do you have any plans for a part 3 for the dark Sauron x Celebrimbor's daughter?

Part 2

The moment you held your daughter in your arms, you could feel a heavy weight being lifted off of your shoulders.

But worry returns as soon as you remember that Sauron is standing beside you, staring down at you and his newborn daughter.

"Have you chosen a name for her?" Annatar asks, moving his finger towards the baby before gently patting her right cheek.

"Amatírë" you reply with the chosen elven name.

"Perfection" Sauron states the meaning of the name, with a small smirk.

"I need to see my father now" you argue sternly, trying to get up from bed.

The Maia grabs you by the shoulder to keep you in your place.

"I believe it's better that you rest, as Celebrimbor is not in his right state of mind, my dear" 

You believe Sauron immediately, thinking that the rings made your father lose his sanity, not knowing that it is Sauron who is deceiving you.

"Eregion is under attack, I need to do something, I can't let my people suffer!"

"Your father has put me in charge of Eregion, you don't believe I would harm our daughter's homeland, do you?"

You know that those words are only spoken with deceit, ready to show his true colours if you dare to argue.

"No, a father only wishes the best for his child" you repeat the same words your father once said to you.

Sauron smiles, his finger slowly and gently tracing his daughter's cheek.

Amatírë slowly opens her eyes to reveal the same golden eyes, similar to those that belonged to her father in his original form.

The only difference is the innocent light in your daughter's eyes.

"She is beautiful and pure like her mother." 

Those are the only truthful words Sauron has spoken with his eyes filled with something else.

A glimpse of nostalgia for how he was once pure and innocent like his daughter before Morgoth corrupted him using torturous tendancies.

°°°°°°°

You have been wandering for days after you left you homeland when you saw the dead body of your father with a spear in his stomach.

Your daughter is protectively slinged around your chest, you feel pain and exhaustion but you kept being strong for Amarítë. 

Also your elven ears are hidden under your hair in fear that someone might discover your identity.

As for Amarítë's ears, the back of her head is hidden under a cloth.

Once you reach the gates of Númenor, the guards brings you to the son of Ar-Pharazôn, Kemen.

"What do we have here?" 

You stay silent as the young man examines you from head to toe, realising that you look noble, and your features are flawless and divine.

Not like any human woman he has seen before in his life.

"I came to seek refuge from the king of Númenor as my home was destroyed by the Orcs, and I have heard that Ar-Pharazôn is Just and kind"

This is a clear lie, but you need to pass and sweetened words is going to do that for you.

"Are you perhaps married?" 

You acknowledge the way Kemen is staring at you, which made your skin crawl in disgust. 

"My husband has been slaughtered by the Orcs, my lord." You lie.

"Then my father would never refuse to help those who are truly in need."

You smile warily and place your hands on your daughter's back, as Kemen leads you into Númenor.

How sad that you don't know that Númenor is Sauron's next destination.

[angelpregdreams]

a fruitful union (1)

content: fpreg, half-elf/half-orc offspring, hard labor, hard birth, praise

wc: 4145

When Eirian Estainfae had been told of her fate as the bride to feared Orc chieftain, Rhesh Kharr, she sat in shock for several days. At no point in her life had she considered her future husband would be anyone other than an Elf - let alone an Orc. 

She had never imagined it would be Rhesh Kharr, even in her wildest dreams. 

The night before her wedding to the Orc chieftain, Eirian’s mother came to her chambers, sending the servants away as soon as she entered. Myfiria was nearing her third millennium but still radiated grace and beauty. It was something Eirian always admired about her mother, something she always prayed she acquired from her.

With how she had been feeling lately, she doubted her own grace very much.

“My darling,” Myfiria cooed at her daughter, smoothing her hair away from her face. Eirian couldn’t help but feel tears burn her eyes once she looked up at her mother. “Oh, cry if you must, my dear. But cry here, in my arms, and not again from this night onward.” Her hand tucked a stray hair behind her daughter’s pointed ear, then slowly drew her fingers up under Eirian’s chin - keeping her eyes upwards, “do you hear me? Do not cry in front of them.”

Eirian sobbed, remaining in Myfiria’s arms until the sun rose. By then neither of them had any more tears to shed, simply comfort in silence. 

After her mother left, Eirian sat in her bed to wait for her maids to come in to dress her, bare of all clothing, and her long black hair hanging down her back, loose and slightly tangled. She began to lose track of time after that, her chest aching and her mind moving too slow for her body. One moment she was in her childhood bed chambers, and the next she stood in an opulent war tent, listening as her…husband explained…something she hadn’t caught the start of.

“...-thers, they will not bother you either, so you are free to go about the camp as you wish.” Rhesh finished saying, using the common language. His back was turned towards her, and Eirian finally noticed that he had removed his tunic, the broad expanse of his back exposed her eyes. 

After a beat, she cleared her throat slightly and stepped towards him, replying in the common tongue as a courtesy in return. “I appreciate that-” Eirian stumbled over her next word, at a loss of what to call him, before the silence grew a second too long, “husband.”

A muscle in his shoulder twitched and she rose her eyes from it before the motion captivated her again, as he turned to stare at her. Rhesh lingered in silence after that, his hard stare pinning her in place, but she didn’t look away. After a moment, Eirian noticed his brow quirk slightly, then his face returned to a blank mask. 

“...You look troubled, wife.” Rhesh replied, his eyes roving over her form, not even attempting to hide his lingering gaze. He then turned towards her fully and Eirian felt her cheeks burn. 

His cock pressed against the seam of his trousers and took no effort to hide it. Unabashed, he took two steps closer to her, and lifted up a hand to her cheek. His thumb brushed over her skin and Eirian stilled completely - except for her heart beating rapidly against her breast. His hardened, dark grey eyes searched over her face, looking for…something she couldn’t figure out. 

“I won’t hurt you,” he finally said, dropping his hand and walking away from her, barely brushing against her as he did so. Rhesh left the tent without another word. 

For the following week, he did as he promised. He didn’t hurt her. He spoke to her every day, common things. About how the food was, how comfortable her cot was, if anyone was bothering her. It was charming, and the start of a very tentative romance. 

He gave her time, and she felt like she could never repay him for it. His kindness showed through, but only for her. Every interaction she saw Rhesh have with the others in his warband, he was rough and near-cruel and it never stopped making her stomach turn. But then he would sit across from her for dinner and ask her about what she studied. 

As the days passed, Eirian began to speak more and more, opening up to her husband. Both emotionally and physically. 

Rhesh expressed his worries about their need to please both of their people and the reality of now being split between two nations. She listened, inputting her opinion, the stress of the last few elven councils she had attended. 

When Eirian began to speak about her sadness, Rhesh placed a large hand on her thigh, squeezing gently but not pushing beyond that. That was the moment Eirian realized that she began to fall for the massive Orc. 

From there, their touches were casual occurrences. She would reach for his arm while walking near him through camp. He would slip a hand around her waist while guiding her through the entrance of their tent. It was innocent, it was gentle. 

Surprising both of them, Eirian made the first move. She was in the bath, a tub set up in the middle of their tent while he was out on a patrol. Except Rhesh returned sooner than she expected, leading to him walking in on her, naked, wet, and flushed pink in the hot water. Her eyes caught his, and she swallowed her nerves, beckoning him to join her in the bath. 

Rhesh raised a brow, silently asking if she was sure - to which, Eirian gave him a slight smile and nodded. 

His armor was removed, something dropped from his body with every step towards the bathtub, but his eyes never left her form. When he stood at the side of the tub, he was fully nude and Eirian couldn’t pull her eyes away from his massive erection. There was no hiding it, and it made her belly twist in excitement at his unabashed nature regarding his attraction to her. Knowing he was turned on by her, and her alone, it made her crave him just the same. 

The bath was tight with the two of them in it, but when Rhesh pulled Eirian onto his lap, straddling his hips, did they fit in it more comfortably. Eirian was a blushing mess, but she couldn’t help herself, and grinded her hips down against his throbbing member. His growl was encouraging and, if that wasn’t enough, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down, his lips finding hers passionately. 

Eirian wasn’t a virgin when she met Rhesh but the amount of time it took to adjust to him was far longer than either of them expected. By the time she was comfortable, Rhesh swiftly set a quick pace, bouncing her up and down on his thick cock as she dug her nails into his muscled shoulders. Neither of them were quiet, his grunts and her whines were heard through the camp, but no one would comment on it later. 

When Rhesh pounded upwards, pulling her downwards at the same time, he rocked his hips against hers - then Eirian felt the warmth of his cum spill into her belly. She couldn’t help but whine, having sensed her own orgasm quickly approaching but when he stilled to cum in her, Eirian wiggled her hips needily. 

He grumbled into a chuckle, releasing her hip and reaching down to her clit, flicking over her sex swollen nub only a few times before she finally orgasmed. Her cunt clenched around his softening member and he groaned in approval, rocking his hips up to urge her orgasm to linger. 

From then on, their relationship shifted. 

They were friends, and now lovers - the two of them falling into a working marriage as a bridge between their people. 

However, the biggest bridge came when Eirian’s belly began to swell outward. Rhesh commented on it first, holding his hands over her lower abdomen and rubbing the slight pouch developing over her middle. As he did so, Eirian had the sudden realization, she had not bled in a while. No one ever confirmed the pregnancy, in fact, the two of them decided to keep their first child between them for as long as possible. A small act of rebellion against those that arranged their marriage without them. 

The problem came when Eirian was reminded she was quickly swelling with a half-orc child, and hiding her growing belly was harder as months dragged on. Someone finally caught a glance of Eirian and Rhesh together by a river, the two of them lost in each other, and not realizing a servant now had spread the word of her pregnancy throughout camp. From his war camp, it was quickly spread back to their home countries, and from there - a mess of missives and letters making demands of their unborn child. 

Pregnant and worried for her baby, Eirian cried one evening, the first time since the night before her wedding. Her hands were splayed over the expanse of her large middle, their child nearing full term now, at least with a normal Orc pregnancy. Elven pregnancies lasted longer, but considering the weight around Eirian’s hips, she realized this would not be like a normal Elven pregnancy. 

Silently, Rhesh came to her side and brushed the tears from her eyes, gently lifting her into his lap. He cradled her and held a hand over her belly, his thumb rubbing over her popped out belly button over her dress. There were no words spoken between the two, just her quiet tears and his silent support. 

The conversation about their first born needed to be addressed but for the night, the couple simply found solace in each other. From then on, it quickly became the two of them versus their own people to try and protect their future children. 

Eirian’s belly continued to grow, albeit slower than a normal Orc pregnancy, but just as big. Rhesh became concerned as the days drew on, his eyes and hands never straying from her swollen form in one way or another. His worry became palpable, the entire camp felt the pressure under his harsh orders. Everything had to be right, and Eirian had to be protected. 

Neither of them said it outloud, but they both knew that the Orc elders and the Elven council would be above subterfuge to identify the babe. Eirian knew that her uncle would pull no punches with this alliance, including swiping her first born if it meant he could manipulate the child of their union. 

Rhesh kept his camp in one spot for several weeks, not wanting to be on the road when Eirian began to labor. He wanted his camp set up so their tent was deep in the middle, making sure his men and personal guard were between them and those that posed a threat to his wife and unborn child. It made his men nervous but he was quickly becoming steadfast in his care, ignoring their comments of disapproval. 

After a long day, Rhesh finally came back to their tent. He had been out on a patrol, and after being waylaid by a group of river bandits, finally able to come back to Eirian’s side. She sat draped over their plush chair, specifically bought for her by her husband quickly after her pregnancy showed itself. Her legs were stretched out in front of her, her head tossed back over the chair, her dark hair messily thrown over one of the arms. Eirian rubbed her distended abdomen with both hands, a focused look upon her features. 

Her eyes fluttered open and she gave him a lingering look, one that told him everything he needed to know. 

“Our babe is ready?” Rhesh asked her, coming to her side immediately. He knelt beside the chair and took her small hand into his larger one. “Are you well, Eiri?”

Eirian released a long breath, continuously rubbing her stomach with her left hand. Rhesh squeezed her right, bringing it to his lips to gently press a kiss in her palm. She gave him a reassuring smile, “labor is taking a toll on me, I fear.” Her body tensed and she squeezed his hand tightly, attempting to control her breathing as she continued to speak through the pain, “it’s been…all day, I hadn’t expected…you…to be gone so long.”

The Orc held her hand, shaking his head, “I hadn’t either, forgive me. Do I-” he paused for a moment, letting her ride out the pain before continuing, “shall I get someone?” 

“No, no, please no.” Eirian shook her head, teary eyes boring up at him. “Do not leave me again. I just want us.”

Rhesh nodded, brushing away hair that stuck to her sweaty forehead. She pressed her head into his hand, giving him a tired smile. 

“The little one sits low, I think it’s almost time.” Eirian said, grunting and shifting in her seat. Her thighs were sitting wide apart, her massive belly jutted upward, the pressure on her hips intense and unable to be ignored. She groaned and tossed her head back, belly tensing as a contraction took over her again. 

“Fuck!!” She cried, the pain lingering for longer than before. Wiggling her hips slightly, she gestured for him to help lift her dress up. Rhesh complied quickly, shoving the fabric up her legs and pushed it over her hips and massive belly. Her taut skin was splattered with stretch marks, the soft pink flesh between her legs was darker, and swollen. Eirian spread her legs apart farther, gasping in slight relief as she was able to shift into an open position, the head of their babe sitting deep in her body. Rhesh grabbed on her legs and placed her foot on his shoulder, allowing her to push against it as she needed. 

Eirian gave him a grateful look, not pausing her focus as she felt another pain take over her lithe frame. On his shoulder, her foot trembled, her strength pressing against his and it was no match, even as she labored. 

“Breathe, Eiri,” Rhesh murmured, reaching up and caressing her thigh, “listen to your body.”

She made a noise of acknowledgement, a soft huff as she tugged the dress she wore up and over the rest of her body. Fully nude now, Eirian tossed her head forward and looked at her husband, whispering her discomfort, “...there’s so much…pressure…”

Rhesh nodded, sensing the strain on her body as she heaved heavy breaths, thighs now fully spread open to reveal her slit to him. Her foot on his shoulder dug into him, Eirian grunting as the pressure shifted even lower into her core, the weight of it causing her to rock her hips forward slightly and groan out, “fuck..fucking…pressure!” 

“Keep breathing,” he reminded her. In response, she gasped out a deep breath, eyes screwed shut in pain. “Good, good, again.”

Eirian continued to follow his instruction, even as a few minutes passed and several pains came and went. Her body began to arch with each pain, the tightness of her muscles around her middle making the movement nearly impossible to avoid. The foot not on Rhesh’s shoulder now draped over the arm of the chair, fully apart enough for her body to finally give her the urge to push with her next pain. The pressure between her thighs was too much to ignore and Eirian finally gave a grunt and pushed, her body wound tight and tense as her body began to strain. 

“Good push, Eiri,” Rhesh cooed up at her, reaching up to rub her other thigh, his fingers trailing over to her swollen womanhood, feeling every tremble in her muscles along the trail. “Good girl, good push.”

In the chair, Eirian groaned and pushed with her body, the pains now never letting up and the child sitting so deep in her core that she felt if she moved forward it would push the child back into her womb. “Nughhhh…” She moaned, pushing down hard. “Ah!”

For several long minutes, Eirian continued to push, making little progress, but still progressing. Rhesh watched her pussy turn a darker red and began to bulge outward. But as the next half an hour passed, that was the most progress she was able to make. His fingers rubbed the bulging folds softly, urging her to push as the next pain came and went and again very little progress was made. 

“It’s…it’s too big…fuck…” Eirian breathed, releasing her push with a whine. 

She brought up a very valid concern Rhesh had remained silent about for most of her pregnancy. The genuine fear of her body not able to deliver his child, their different sizes painfully clear to notice. If she wasn’t able to do this, if his child was too big and this hurt her…killed her?

Before he could consider his word to express his worry, Eirian began to push again, her body naturally trying to urge the massive child from her womanhood. 

She groaned and it quickly turned into a shout, crying out as she strained and pushed. Her pussy bulged out even more, and Rhesh cupped her lips, the head poking out just a sliver before sliding back in when she relaxed her body.

“Yes!” Rhesh encouraged, “I saw it, I saw our child, Eiri.”

After her mind was able to register his words, Eirian was able to release a breathy laugh, and immediately moaned as another pain began to build. In his hand, her folds pushed against his palm, the skin parting as the head was brought to just visible. This time remaining closer to her opening, the sliver of the head just in sight now and staying there.

The babe came down into a wide, wide crown, very slowly. Eirian whimpered and cried out with every push and urging down her body strained to do, fluid dripping out of her swollen folds with each time. The foot on his shoulder, lifted off, her hand coming up to grip the back of her thigh and lift it up and apart from the other. As her cries and grunts elevated in volume, Rhesh rubbed her skin as gently as he could to ease the pain but it didn’t matter, her pussy was burning. 

Eirian’s pushes lasted longer, and as the next pain began, she began to push down just barely and the head finally lurched free from her tight womanhood in a messy gush of her fluid. In surprise she cried out and reached a hand down over Rhesh’s, the both of them holding their baby’s head. Tears fell over her cheeks as she felt around the head and felt for the cord, remembering that small part of childbirth in the back of her head from her mother. No cord was present and she felt her body relax slightly, some of the worry and paranoia leaving her as she went through the action. 

The rest should be easier. At least, Eirian prayed the rest of it would be easier. 

With how far the babe had spread her entrance open, she knew the shoulders would be an issue if she couldn’t get them out with the help of her body. Waiting for the next pain, she felt the little one in her jolt, the sensation making her hips buck as she jutted them into both Rhesh and her hand. The babe nestled at her entrance even more at the action.

Between her legs, Rhesh smiled up at her with awe, the sight of his small, perfect, Elven wife in the middle of birth was just something he would cherish forever. She grunted and groaned and sweated and cried, but to him, right now - she was perfect. 

Eirian looked at him with watery eyes and gave him the smallest smile she could, the pain making it the only thing she could focus on in the moment, but she still cherished him and his care. 

Their baby, however, seemed more than a little eager, now that the head had been introduced to the world. 

“Ah - oh, fuck!” Eirian cried, grunting and pushing down as she felt the baby shift in her body again, the shoulders rubbing against her entrance. Her noises got louder as she strained and bore down with all of her might. Her husband offered soft cheers of encouragement but she was far too lost in her own world. 

As the more pushes she did, Eirian’s strength began to fade quickly. Her last push was almost half-hearted, the grunts turning into whines again, the pain and the pressure making everything that wasn’t the baby - hard to focus on. 

Rhesh tried to ground her, and her body continued its natural urges to push, but Eirian sobbed and shook her head. “I c- I can’t…” She whimpered, eyes wide and directed at her husband, the look of fear crossing her features made him wish he could take this from her. “Rhesh,” she begged, “please…don’t make me…”

“You must.” Rhesh returned firmly, the hand next to hers near the babe’s head brushed their fingers together,  just slightly in comfort. “You know you must, Eirian. The babe is almost here, feel…” 

He guided her hand to fully cup the head of their child, it barely fit in the palm of her hand, the head huge and impossibly wide. Her breath caught in her throat, realizing that they were so close to meeting their child and that she had already pushed out something so massive. Their eyes met and she continued to cry, but nodded barely, once. 

Grinning, he nodded back at her, pride bursting from his chest as she readied herself to push again. Eirian’s hand still rested on the baby’s head, supporting it as she leaned her body forward towards the edge of the chair to push with as much of her might she could still muster. 

The first one was painful, Eirian screaming as she pushed. The only payoff being a slight gush of amniotic fluid dribbling around the head, spilling out of her straining womanhood, and around their fingers. As she took a breath and began to push again, her entire body shifted. Several things happened at once. Her body lurched as far forward in the chair it could, her knees coming up as close to her shoulders as she could bring them, and then one of the baby’s shoulders slipped free. 

Rhesh cheered, urging her to push one last time, their child almost free of her body. 

Eirian didn’t hear him, her entire focus now on her final push. Her cries went silent, her mouth just open and eyes screwed shut. Her pussy was pink, pulled tight around the huge half-orc baby that hung out of her. The weight of it put more pressure around her entrance as it pulled downward into Rhesh’s other hand. With her own hand, she felt the shoulder that popped out, and reached down to wrap her fingers under it’s armpit. As she began to lose steam at the end of her push, Eirian kept going, her hand now helping her as she pulled and pushed the huge child out of her.

A splatter of fluid gushed out of her as the babe came out, and Rhesh helped keep the child in their arms in the mess, guiding the child to rest on Eirian’s chest. 

Instinctively, she rubbed the child’s back - a girl, Rhesh said - and cooed, tears spilling over her cheeks as she stared at the little one in her arms. 

The cry that errupted from their daughter’s lungs was shrill and it made both of them laugh in relief and pride. Rhesh came up closer to the two of them now, rubbing the head of their little girl. 

“She’s loud and looks healthy,” Rhesh mumbled without attempting to hide his proud tone, “mama did a wonderful job.”

Eirian still cried, but sniffed, unable to take her eyes off the babe, her fingers trailing over her daughter’s features. Every part of the girl was perfect to her already, the pale green skin, the wide doe-eyes, and the obvious Elven ears. A beautiful combination of both parents. She would be beautiful and strong. 

A sudden stake of fear pierced her heart, coming back to the reality that their first born was a girl. Both of their people needed a male heir to secure the alliance for the foreseeable future, meaning she would have to go through this again. At least twice. 

Eirian swallowed, glancing back down at her perfect daughter, Rhesh’s hands caressing both her and the child lovingly. The worry of the future still nagged at her but she smiled, reaching out to cup his cheek - fully intent on cherishing this moment as long as she could.

[biteofcherry]

Scaretale

It was a place the elders would warn you about. Devalued by superstitions and old wives tales. But they always feared all that simply isn't a conservative, proper way to find yourself a good husband. You saw it as it was - a place to meet and mingle. Perhaps an adventurous night that becomes a precious blushing story as you settle in the proper life as the society wants it. Or maybe, as you secretly hoped, it would bring you love you deserve. Which is why you took a deep breath and stepped over the threshold. Into the all-monsters-welcome club. But there's always a grain of truth to the tales... Especially scaretales.

All coming soon!!! - between October 25th and November 11th

All the better to eat you - werewolf Steve x reader

To the victor go the spoils - minotaur Ari x reader

Don't need your name to own you - dark fae Ransom x reader

Viper's snare - naga Lloyd x reader

Relish your scream - vampire Bucky x reader

Forage and grind - orc Curtis x reader

What crawls beneath your skin - demon Nick x reader

Author's Note: These stories are set for Halloween season, so expect a darker vibe. A twist on real monsters, not men dressed as monsters. Most of the fics will brush or directly include dub-con, following the "careful what you wish for" trope.

Oh, and some of the results of the monster-y polls didn't spark my muse, so I switched those monsters. Writer's privilege 😎

[deus-sema]

So, we know that there was absolutely nothing romantic about the Elrond/Galadriel kiss. But the Orcs don't. For them, that would have been akin to watching two famous celebrities kiss in public. No matter what universe it is, almost every creature has some inclination towards drama and gossip. Orcs are no exception.

The news of Elrond and Galadriel's kiss will spread like wildfire between the Orc legions and the surviving Orcs will take the gossip back home. Soon, all of them will discover the joys of not only shipping but the most tempting kind of shipping ever: RPF.

Rumours will birth theories. Theories will birth variations of the same story. It won't be long before 'Elrondriel' will become a rage among all Uruk. All of their forums will be filled with discussions about Elrond and Galadriel. Some devoted stalkers will find out all information that there is about the two of them. At first, they'll be angry to find out that Galadriel is married but later celebrate upon finding out that Galadriel's husband is dead. Some Orcs will decide that even if Celeborn is not dead, they will find him and kill him to clear the path for Elrond.

It won't stop at mere gossip for they will weave fanfics about Elrondriel. From the fluffiest fluff to the dirtiest smut, there will be all kinds of Elrondriel fics floating around Mordor. Fanarts will be commissioned and, of course, many will be NSFW. Every month there will be a week dedicated especially to Elrondriel.

Of course, like every fandom, things won't always be smooth for this one. Nasty fanwars would often breakout between Elrond solos and Galadriel solos. They would accuse each other of caring for only one half of the ship and not the other. Galadriel solos will accuse Elrond for not taking a stand for his love and murdering Celeborn at the first chance. Elrond solos will accuse Galadriel of not murdering him herself to elope with Elrond.

Little do these Elrondriels know that their days of peace are short lived. For they are about to meet that one inevitable foe who is the bane of every shipper's existence. An Anti. It is not just any anti. It is The Anti. One Anti To Rule Them All.

When Sauron takes over and hears rumours of this ship, he would brush it aside at first without knowing what it is about, confident that soon this crackship with be forgotten when he introduces the ultimate ship with its rich lore to them: Saurondriel. But the Orcs would refuse to back down and accept any other ship but Elrondriel. One day, some fanfics would make their way to Sauron's hands and he would be incensed upon reading them.

Tyrant that he is, Sauron would order all Elrondriel fanfics and fanart to be burnt and deleted from existence. Anyone in Mordor who is caught writing or drawing or even uttering Elrond and Galadriel's names in the same sentence would be made to write ten Saurondriel one shots and tortured. If Sauron likes their fics and they are without any grammatical errors then he might spare their lives. Let no one say the Lord Of Mordor isn't a benevolent ruler.

But Sauron's censorship policy wouldn't be able to destroy the spirit of Elrondriel that burns within the Orcs' hearts. Fanfics would be written in secret. Fanarts would be made but hidden from Sauron's or the Nazgûls' sights. Orcs would tell their children stories of Elrondriel.

Then, after Sauron gets defeated in the Battle Of The Last Alliance, Elrondriel shall witness a renaissance. Smut will overflow. Fix-its fics will pile up. Edits will be made. Until.....the Return of the Anti.

[stuckyslut8]

the wicked witch - II

Pairing : orc ari levinson x witch reader.

A/N : this is quite short but a smutty drabble, there's more coming.

Warning : 18+ smut, fluff, rough fucking, breeding kink, dirty talk , degradation , monsterfucking, overstimulation. Some typos.

Part 1

"fuck ! fuck, just like that little witch ,you're taking me so good." ari moaned praises as he took you for the fifth time since this morning and it wasn't even evening yet. "that's it cum for me sweet girl, this pussy was made just for me." he cooed as you came again, you'd lost count of how many times he'd made you cum, but you were pretty sure it was the most you had cum in your whole life.

when he was sure you were too fucked to speak , ari released his hot cum in you, making your pussy clench, "fuck gripping me so tight, little witch, don't wanna let go till you've milked my balls dry, do you?"

you gave his arms a little slap, " shut up!" you said panting, you were still out of breath but he seemed perfectly fine. "another round?" he asked cockily, as his cock got hard while still inside you, "uhm, i don't know ari-"

"tsk, tsk- thaat wasn't a question little witch" he said as he started fucking into you again, making you cry in pleasure you were too overstimulated at this point making you cum as soon as he gave a couple more thrusts, "fuck look at you, cumming for me like the good slut you are, you know that's good the more you come the more chances of you taking my seed, that's what the orcs say."

he was slowing down his thrusts again, teasing you, more like torturing for his own amusement, "fuck harder ari, just fuck me harder please." you begged him.

"really? and why should i listen to you little witch? you came to me , begging for me to fuck you, to knock you up, i can do whatever i want with you, keep you here as my orc wife forever, " he said speeding up his thrusts, much to the contradiction of his words, " and you won't say no, infact i think by the time we're done, you'll beg me to keep you here, isn't that right little witch?" he asked throwing you legs over his shoulder, hitting your g spot from a different angle now, even deeper.

"aagh! what- fuck -what're you talking about? " you say trying to sound innocent.

"oh come on , you think i haven't noticed, you doing every little thing, playing the perfect little mate, it's like you read the rulebook of being an orc's good little wife." Ari didn't give you time to reply as he made you come one final time before filling you up again. he flipped you both around with his cock still deep in you, making you lay on his chest ,letting you both catch a breath.

To say you've grown fond of your big beefy orc is an understatement, you're in way too deep , you don't know if you could ever spend a day without him now, without his kisses every time you do something for him with your magic, you've never had someone appreciate your simple tricks so much, the way his hand always lingered on you, whenever you'd go to the town market, you've never been held so pridefully, possessively held by someone who is not ashamed or afraid to be seen with you.

you began thinking about his words as he got out of the bed to clean himself up and get a cloth to clean you.

"ran out of words or out of breath from my cock little witch?" he commented as he pressed the wet cloth along your thighs.

you let out a nervous chuckle in response, " i don't know ari...were you serious about what you said?"

"what about knocking you up ? of course-"

"don't play dumb." you cut him off. " the other thing."

"right ." he said in a more serious tone, sitting down on the bed next to you, "you're talking about the part where you want me to make you my little orc wife."

you blushed a little at his words, but tried to hide it, " no i'm talking about the part where you become my little witch husband."

"huh that wouldn't be so bad little witch." Ari brushed the stray hairs out of your face, pressing a warm kiss to your lips ,which you deepened by putting your arms around his neck.

"I love you Ari." You said the words that were at the tip of your tongue for so long, waiting to be spilled. Ari gave you his sweetest smile, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"I love you too little witch."

A/N : I'm proud to call this my masterpiece so far....should i make a prequel about prince steve and y/n 's relationship, cuz i have a feeling he's gonna make an appearance very soon.

Pls do reblog , it would mean a lot to me if we could get the orc ari fantasy around tumblr, it needs more attention, just like me ;)

[sansaorgana]

— DECEPTION (V)

DECEPTION MASTERLIST

PAIRING — Sauron x fem!Elf!Reader // Adar x fem!Elf!Reader

SUMMARY — You go back to Ostirith to complete the task given to you by Adar and even though you know that what you are about to do will cause doom, you still are not aware of its extent. In the meantime, you feel strong presence of Sauron nearby.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — This chapter is slightly shorter and the Reader is mostly alone in it (well, with Glûg) but I simply had to include it because it is important for the plot – of the show and of this fanifc. 😉 In return, I can spoil to you that in the next one, there will finally be a reunion between the old lovers! 😙

WARNINGS — forced/arranged marriage, Reader is NOT a good person – she is proud, greedy, fake and corrupted by Sauron, "love" triangle situationship, dead bodies (including Reader's father) – she must go back to Ostirith to complete the task and they are still there after being slaughtered by Adar's army

WORD COUNT — 4,660

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

DECEPTION (V)

Accompanied by the sounds of the battle nearby, you could hear your own heart ringing in your ears as you were running through the forest alongside Glûg. He kept an eye on you and you kept yours on him – none of you trusted each other fully but you hoped he would not turn against you at least for now, before the task his Lord Father cared so much about was finished.

When you began to see the ruins of Ostirith between the trees, you slowed down your pace, feeling a little calmer now; knowing that you were far away from danger.

“Do you happen to know why Lord Father wants to open the dam?” You asked the Orc. “It does not make sense to me why such a task is so important to him,” you added.

“We have been digging, Dark Lady…” Glûg explained, trying to avoid your eyes. “Digging tunnels…. Underneath,” he was visibly trying to hide something from you but when you gave him a concerned look, expecting more of his explanation, he glanced down, already feeling guilty for revealing too much.

You were standing on the edge of the stone bridge leading you to the fortress but you refused to take another step. He froze and turned around, waiting for you as you squeezed the hilt of the sword covered in the dirty rags.

“I must know, Orc,” you ordered him harshly and he tilted his head. “Uruk,” you fixed yourself. “I must know what I am about to do.”

“Create a home for the Uruks,” Glûg answered mysteriously. “A land where we do not have to hide from the sunlight.”

You furrowed your brows at his words. The Southlands turning into the realm of dust and ashes was what Sauron had been telling you about before. Was it possible that your lover and your husband shared similar goals? If so – it was only better for you.

You took a deep breath in and finally entered the stone bridge leading to the ruins of your home. Whatever you were about to do, you were sure it would serve Sauron’s purpose as well. And that was motivating enough.

You knew exactly what was the crevice Adar had mentioned. You had been born in this fortress and you had been raised in it, playing in every corner of it as a child. However, now, when it was all in ruins, it would take you some time to find it.

And finding yourself amongst those ruins, surrounded by the bodies of your friends… It was deeply unsettling to feel all this death. And it felt deeply wrong to leave them be just like that, without a proper funeral.

“We should hurry, my Lady,” Glûg tried to rush you.

“They deserve a burial,” you pointed out, looking down at the dead Elven bodies underneath the stones of the fallen towers and walls.

“They will be covered in ashes soon like all of the Southlands,” Glûg answered and you nodded at him. He was right, even though you still had no idea how this whole thing would work and how opening the dam could cause the Southlands to be covered in ashes.

“I want to find my father first… Then we can finish our task,” you informed him and he was visibly frustrated with you but he would not dare to scold you, so he groaned a little and began to look through the bodies, hoping to help you.

While he was digging through the bodies carelessly, you paced slowly and gently around the courtyard and you froze at the sight of the holy trees. The same ones you had gotten married under. They were crushed with the towers now but some branches kept bravely sticking out and there were still leaves on them.

You approached the trees and gently caressed the branches you could reach, picking a few leaves along the way. You hid them away inside your sleeve and that was when you looked down and spotted your father’s body.

“I have found him!” You informed Glûg and he froze in the middle of his own search, nodding his head and moving away slightly as if he wanted to give you space.

You crouched down and looked up and down your father’s form. You tried to think of some words to tell him but you could not think of any. The emptiness in your mind and heart at that moment confused you but it also gave you power to carry on with your task.

You straightened your back and stood up, taking a deep breath in before turning around and finding Glûg’s eyes.

“Let us go now,” you ordered and this time you led the way as he followed you closely.

You circled around the area where the crevice should be, toying a little with impatient Glûg. You knew that the Uruks were dying at the moment during the battle and you wondered how your husband was doing. But it did not truly matter – what you were about to do was a thing that Sauron himself had wanted as well. And for him, you would burn the whole Middle-earth to the ground. For him… and for the way he was making you feel.

“Stay in the shadow,” you addressed the Orc and pushed him away slightly to make him stand under a big tree nearby. He nodded and hid from the sunlight, watching you with his small and curious eyes as you dropped the dirty rags off of the hilt and stared at the item.

Adar had mentioned using your blood to extend the sword. Blood magic was extremely powerful and dark – in fact, it was forbidden. It was giving you a thrill that you would do something of this sort. But for Sauron and his schemes you would bleed out completely… just to make him happy.

You dug the sharp edge of the hilt into the skin of your forearm and watched the blood slowly leak out of the fresh wound, streaming down your hands and covering the hilt. And right in front of your eyes, the sword was extending itself until it finally reached its full form. You gasped at the sight since it was beautiful as you lifted your hand up and squinted your eyes at the rays of sunshine reflecting themselves in the blade.

In the reflection of it, you saw the world around you but in a different, darker form. Covered in dust and ashes as if it was showing you the future, which was terrifying but also beautiful in a way. Surely it would mean something to be the person who would push the final button of bringing the Southlands into their doom.

With a pounding heart, you inserted the sword into the crevice and turned it. At first, nothing happened, but after a short while, you could feel the ground underneath your feet trembling as the stones moved, starting the mechanism to open the dam.

“My Lady!” Glûg called out for you and you removed the sword from the crevice before hurrying to his side. You both had to get out of there as fast as possible.

And so you ran ahead of you, trying to leave Ostirith before the bridge would crumble down and cut your way out of the ruins. When you were on it, it was tumbling down already. With your Elven skills, you managed to make a swift and long jump to safety but Glûg behind you stopped, feeling insecure about the chasm on his way.

You hesitated for a short moment as his eyes filled with fear when they reached you. There was so much anxiety and pleading in them that for a moment you managed to feel true compassion towards this filthy creature.

You rolled your eyes and extended your hand as much as you could, helping him to make his jump, seconds before the bridge crumbled down completely.

“Th-thank you, my Lady,” he breathed out when you let go of his arm once you both were standing on the safe and solid ground.

You only nodded at him and you two ran into the woods, stumbling on the way because of the ground shaking underneath your feet. The enormous power of the water released from the dam was now flowing deep within the ground, through all the tunnels that were made by the Orcs for reasons that were still unknown to you but you could feel the very foundations of the earth being shaken.

You were standing on the hill and watching the Southlands from above when it happened. Orodruin – the mountain standing proudly and sticking out the most out of all the peaks nearby as if it was watching over the realm; known for being a volcano as well; that some said had been created by Morgoth in the First Age – erupted.

You stood there in complete shock, squeezing the hilt of the sword, finding it hard to believe what was happening in front of your eyes. All the ash and fire coming your way was not about to harm you because you were an Elf, so you just stood there and watched the wave of darkness coming towards you to take over the Southlands as Glûg hid behind the bushes, trying to pull you down with him.

However, you stood there still and ignored him for a moment. You closed your eyes and felt the wave crashing over you. And when you opened your eyes again, the land around you looked completely different than it had before.

“I have brought doom to my land,” you said out loud. “I, daughter of the Lord and Lady Guardian of the Southlands, am the very death of my realm.”

Glûg stood up, looking around with curiosity and widened eyes. He seemed to be as shocked as happy and you cracked a smile at that, trying to look kind and… generous. 

“You have a home now, Uruk,” you told him. “A place where you do not have to hide.”

“M-my Lady…” Glûg bowed his head in front of you and you knew that if Adar was there, he would scold him for that gesture but you were not going to do that.

You stood there, staring at him in an almost challenging way. What you had just done… There was no way back from it. You had sealed your fate and even though it was scary, it was also exciting in a way. It surely made you feel powerful and in control.

“We should go…” Glûg pointed at the path and you nodded at him, following him deeper into the woods.

He led you to the abandoned hut in the middle of the forest. You walked inside and looked around, confused.

“You wait here, Dark Lady. I will go and find out what is happening in the village,” he informed you and you stared at him for a moment, not sure if you should believe or trust him.

“Alright then. But if you abandon me here, I shall find you and–”

“M-my Lady, I would n-never,” his voice stuttered a little as he bowed down again before leaving you.

You sighed and sat down on the floor, resting your back on the wall behind you. It seemed like Glûg was perceiving you differently now, after witnessing the act of complete destruction coming from you. It was good. Very good.

Now, when you had a silent moment for yourself, you looked at the dried up blood on your forearm and you caressed the wound with your fingertips. And then you felt it… Him.

You gasped, letting go of the sword and placing your hands flat on the wooden floor as if you could feel Sauron’s energy reaching you through the ground. 

“M-my love?” You whispered, trying to get to him somehow. You pressed your ear to the ground, desperately. “I can feel you, my love. Sauron. You are here. You are back. You are nearby,” you kept repeating as if you were in a frenzy, scratching the wooden floor with your fingernails. “You are here…”

This very new wave of energy crashing over you was so overwhelming that you were out of breath. After the centuries of loneliness and yearning, now you were certain that Sauron was not only back but he was also nearby. You cried happy tears and as they streamed down your cheeks, you gathered strength and courage to keep on fighting and scheming.

“Come and find me, my love, come and find me,” you kept whispering over and over, losing the sense of time and place.

And that was how Glûg found you many minutes later, entering the hut and tilting his head at you. You sniffled your tears back and straightened your back but he chose to ask no questions, perhaps thinking that it was some sort of sorcery that you had been performing.

“And?” You asked.

“Most of the army is hiding in the forests, waiting for the Lord Father’s return. He was taken as a prisoner alongside other Uruks by the Númenórean cavalry,” Glûg explained, visibly worried a little and you furrowed your brows at the news. Adar being taken prisoner could mean he was dead now. And what were you supposed to do? 

Search for Sauron, obviously… But how? Where to start? You were lost.

“We shall join them then,” you grabbed the sword and stood up.

“No, my Lady,” Glûg protested. “It is not safe. Too close to the village. We should wait here.”

“I am no coward,” you told him and held your chin up. He did not have to know that the very reason of your courage was coming from the overwhelming comeback of Sauron’s presence.

“My Lady, I am supposed to watch over you. That was the task given to me by the Lord Father,” Glûg insisted, watching you with curiosity.

“I am Adar’s wife and when he is taken away from his children, I shall not abandon them,” you pointed out and walked out of the hut.

Glûg had no choice but to lead you back to his brothers and sisters that were hiding in the woods and waiting for either Adar’s return or the news about his death. You, on the other hand, began your mission to gain their trust and respect in case Sauron needed his army sooner than you had been expecting.

It was difficult to say what time of the day it was when you finally joined the Orcs in the woods. The skies were orange now as the volcano kept burning and filling the Southlands with more ashes and more dust. Your surroundings – the green, green grass of your home – presented itself like hell now.

The Orcs went silent when they spotted Glûg leading you to them. There were warriors holding onto their weapons tightly as female Orcs were pulling their crying babies closer. You felt deeply unsafe being surrounded by them without your husband to protect you and with the image of what they had done all those centuries ago to your lover.

“Our Dark Lady,” Glûg started, “was the one to open the dam and awake the mountain.”

Long silence occurred and you found yourself in the middle of the circle, surrounded by the Orcs from all sides. You tried your best to hide your nervousness as you rested your wrist lazily upon the hilt of the sword.

“Uruks!” You addressed them and, thankfully, your voice did not tremble because of the courage you found in the knowledge of your lover’s return and being nearby. “Your Lord Father – my husband – is taken away by our enemies. He is, however, strong and cunning. I truly believe he is coming back for us… To us,” you nodded at them, trying to assure them with a hint of worry and compassion. “After fulfilling the task he had given me and creating a home for you, I could have remained hidden away as Glûg here suggested,” you nodded at him, “to protect me. But how could I abandon my husband’s children in such an hour? Their army might have attacked us and the losses might have been many but it is the day of our victory!” You exclaimed, making an attempt to excite them. “Look around! Look at the ashes, the dust, the black clouds blocking out the deadly rays of sunshine. Cast off your cloaks and your helms. You can be safe now, you can be free; no longer burdened by the day... In a land that no human or Elf will ever call their home. It is yours now and I have given it to you,” you blinked your eyes a few times as if you were batting eyelashes at your lover and they cheered.

“Dark Lady!” Some of them chanted and you smirked.

“They want to go to battle,” Glûg whispered to you and you nodded at him, raising your hand up to silence the Orcs’ chanting because there was more to say.

“We shall wait here for your Lord Father’s return because I do believe my husband would never abandon us. If he does not come back, however, we shall attack the Númenóreans remaining in the village to remind them that this is our home!” You pointed at the path leading to Tirharad and the Orcs around you hummed as they nodded their heads. “For now, we shall wait and rest after the battle. You deserve it, Uruks,” you reminded them and they took a few steps back to let you pass as you walked away and sat on the tree that had recently fallen over.

You sighed and kept caressing the blade of the new sword, feeling the prying eyes of many Orcs upon you as they whispered between each other. It was not your intention to take them over just yet because that would be suspicious and you knew that despite them being grateful for your sacrifice, they were not stupid. They knew you had only been following Adar’s orders and they did not trust you fully just yet. However, in case of his death, they would become leaderless and you just knew that would be the moment when your lover would step in. But you would have to be the one leading this army to him and convincing them that he was worthy to follow.

As you were sitting there and wondering, trying to reach out to Sauron somehow with your silent pleas, one of the Orcs approached you carefully. You looked up and squeezed the hilt of the sword in case he came to attack you, which was quite a possibility as well.

“My Lady?” He asked and bowed his head as low as he could.

“What is it, Uruk?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“In case Lord Father is dead–”

“Let us not–” you winced and looked away, pretending to be in pain at the mention of such a scenario. “He is not, I just know it. It is too early to discuss such matters,” you insisted and he nodded.

“But, just in case, we wanted to know…” He looked back at some of his friends standing behind him as they nodded at him, encouragingly. “Would you lead us?” He asked and you kept staring at him, surprised.

“It is not a good idea,” you sighed humbly. “A leader should be someone that the army would follow. Do you truly believe that your brothers and sisters would follow me?” You asked.

“We would make sure,” one of his friends stepped in. “My Lady…” He bowed down. “You gave us home and you are the wife of our Lord Father. We would follow you and we would convince others to do so as well. Our kin should be united no matter what happens and after Lord Father’s death… You are the only one now who could do it because you are his spouse,” he explained and you wondered if this group was the most loyal to Adar or were they just the most stupid ones to come to you like that.

“I shall lead you,” you promised them, “...if I must,” you added and they nodded at you before walking away, visibly relieved.

You shook your head as you watched them walk away and you yawned. Despite being an Elf, you were getting tired, too, sometimes. Especially after a night and day so eventful. The battle, the sudden and unexpected attack of the Númenórean cavalry, the eruption of Orodruin… Your body was begging for the rest now, when it was finally all over.

But when you looked around, you could not feel safe around those creatures enough to just close your eyes and fall asleep, even though they seemed to be busy with their own errands and many of them were taking naps as well.

However, your eyelids were growing heavier and your senses were going weaker. You had no choice but to drift off on the grass, holding onto the sword with your back pressed to the fallen tree.

You felt someone nudging you softly, which caused you to stir in your sleep but you ignored the interruption and just tried to move away from the touch. The hand, however, kept shaking your arm slowly, which finally forced you to open your eyes. And when you did, you saw Adar’s face as he was crouching down in front of you with Glûg, a few other Orcs and a human who had been loyal to your husband for a long while now – Waldreg. They all were standing behind him, looking down at you.

In an instant, you were brought back to reality and remembered everything that had happened recently. And at the sight of your husband, your heart truly filled with joy because it was so much better to have him by your side than to be surrounded by nobody but the Orcs.

“Adar!” You sighed with relief and surprised him by throwing your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you in a hug. “You are back.”

“The Númenóreans retreated,” he explained calmly and moved away slightly to take a better look at your face. His rough hand caressed your cheek and brushed away all the hairs that covered that side of your face. “You have completed the task,” he pointed out and glanced at the sword next to you, moving his hand down to caress the wound on your forearm.

“Have you doubted me?” You teased with a smirk and Adar cracked a smile before moving up and helping you to stand up.

You squeezed his hand tighter, allowing him to pull you up. Then, you reached for the weapon that had been lying next to you for the past few hours and you offered it to him.

“This sword belongs to you, I believe,” you said.

Adar looked at it in silence and visibly hesitated, thinking intensely about something.

“You keep it, my Lady,” he finally laid his cold eyes upon you. They were filled with admiration now as you realised that perhaps a huge part of his army still doubted you but not him. Not as much as before, at least.

“A-are you sure, my Lord?” You asked.

“You have earned it,” Adar caressed your cheek again. “Do you know how to use it?”

“Barely,” you admitted. You had received some basic training on how to wield a sword but it had never been the most important part of your studies.

You had sometimes watched Sauron train with his own blade but he had been always saying that you were far too delicate to learn that yourself. 

“Perhaps you can teach me, husband?” You asked Adar as your eyes sparkled at the thought of finally being able to protect yourself at least a tiny bit.

“I can,” Adar nodded with a smile as he kept staring at you with admiration. It was Glûg clearing his throat that finally made him take a deep breath in and turn around to face his children. “I have returned and our enemies departed,” he said. “Your Dark Lady’s efforts have ensured that it is our land now… Our home,” he put his arm around you as he addressed his children and they cheered for the both of you.

“Hail Adar and (Y/N), Lord and Lady of the Southlands!” Waldreg shouted immediately, trying to prove his loyalty once more. He was a filthy creature, in many ways disgusting you even more than the Orcs around him. But he could still be useful one day, therefore you decided to ignore his presence most of the time.

“Hail Adar and (Y/N), Lord and Lady of the Southlands!” All the Orcs shouted as a shiver went down your spine at the sound of it.

Being in Sauron’s bed had been making you feel special and powerful before but this was the very first time you felt that you had actual power over anything real. There was an army of dangerous creatures cheering your name – now more confidently than before because now your reign was solidified by your husband’s presence, but still… It was making you feel as if nothing was impossible.

On the other hand, you also felt a little unsettled. You had always dreamt of power that Sauron had been promising you because you had never had any taste of it in your life. And now, when you were presented with a hint of it, you realised what a burden and responsibility it also was. Standing next to Adar in front of his children already felt special enough and it violated some of your privilege of being an unknown and free woman – because now you were a leader. 

Suddenly, the idea of ruling the whole Middle-earth scared you because it would be what you felt at the moment – only intensified hundreds of times more. It was the very first time when you felt fear instead of excitement at the thought of becoming Sauron’s Queen.

Those thoughts, however, disappeared as quickly as they showed up. Power might have been scary but it was intoxicating as well. And it would surely feel wonderful to be worshipped by more than just the Orcs. To hear your name being chanted by all the beings of Middle-earth – those much more graceful and pure as well.

Adar felt your uneasiness and pulled you a little bit closer, reassuringly squeezing your arm as the Orcs kept shouting Hail Adar and (Y/N), Lord and Lady of the Southlands!

“No…” Adar interrupted them finally as he raised his hand and they all went silent at his word. You looked up at him, wondering what he would say now. “That is the name of a place that no longer exists,” he reminded everyone.

“What should we call it instead, Lord Father?” Waldreg asked him.

“Mordor,” Adar answered. Land of Shadow in the language of Quenya – the speech only you and him spoke amongst all the creatures gathered around you. He looked down to meet your gaze as if he waited for your approval and you saw all the Orcs staring at you intensely, waiting for your head to nod.

Perhaps you should think now if it was a name that Sauron would approve of but you did not. He still had not answered your calls and prayers to him and you felt his presence less prominent now as if he had left those lands already. Perhaps he had never been here and you had been haunted by nothing but an illusion.

You wanted to make this decision yourself because it was your homeland that had been transformed and it was you who had transformed it. And so you made that choice by nodding your head to agree on the new name, looking deep into your husband’s eyes.

The Orcs glanced at each other and just like that, they had a new chant to shout:

“Hail Adar and (Y/N), Lord and Lady of Mordor!” 

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Once long ago there was a very powerful shogun, and he married a beautiful woman. Together they were happy with no want for anything in their comfortable lives. Except for one thing.

A child.

Even though they tried for many years, they still went without children. One day the woman of the couple decided to take a long walk in the woods to try to forget about her troubles when she came across a mysterious healer.

"My lady, you seem quite troubled. Would you like to tell me?", the man offered.

"Why? You wouldn't even be able to help me. It's no use."

"Try me. I might surprise you."

"My husband is happy with life and we wish for nothing but a child however it seems that the gods do not seem to want to bless us with one."

"Oh. Is that all?", the healer laughed before reaching into the folds of his cloak and pulling out a small box which contained three seeds. *I have the exact solution. Take these flower seeds and plant them in your garden in a place only you'll know. One month from now on the night of the blue moon, three flowers will appear."

"What good will flowers do me?"

"They're blessed by the goddess of fertility," the man explained, "Of the three there will be three flowers. A white lotus, a red spider lily, and a black rose. If you eat the white lily you'll gain a son as pure and kind hearted as the heavens. If you eat the red spider lily you'll receive a son as fast and strong as the fiercest warrior. If you choose the black one you'll receive a son as smart as a hundred scholars! Eating any two of the three will result in twins with all the traits of both flowers!"

The woman was so pleased with her gift. It would be the solution to all her problems and she left with the seeds. However the healer gave her a grisly warning.

"These flowers are enchanted by magic no mortal body can handle so there's a limit to how much you can have without a blessing turning to a curse. Remember. You may only have up to TWO. Eating all three will have deadly consequences that even I don't know what could happen. Heed my warnings, My Lady. Or disaster will befall thee."

The woman promised to remember the warnings given to her and that night planted the seeds in a place only she knew about telling no one. A month later on the blue moon she went back out and found the three flowers the man spoke of. She had already decided to eat the lily and lotus, but at the last moment decided to eat all three. It was a blessing from the goddess of fertility after all. Nothing really bad could come from a blessing. And she wanted her children to have all the traits the flowers promised.

Against the healer's warnings, she swallowed the black rose petals right after the first two flowers. Sealing her fate by her foolish mistake.

Soon after the woman indeed fell with child. Twins. Both husband and wife were so happy and the entire countryside rejoiced with the news. Nothing truly was wrong and the woman forgot about the consequences of her actions. Until nine months later-

Her husband was called to battle, while away his wife delivered their children in the middle of the night. However the children born that night were not infants.

But horrible monsters from nightmares.

The woman screamed in fear and horror as the doctors looked on in shocked silence as the cursed infants cried out into the darkness. Both grotesque and disfigured. Monstrous and horrifying to look at.

One they say was born with horns like an oni and eight limbs like a slightly humified jurogumo. The other one was more horrible. Half it's body writhing and squirming like an upsidedown centipede and so many eyes that they were spinning in different directions at once. They cried but no one dared touch them or show them any empathy. Their own mother scrambled away and shrieked out in fear.

"Take them away!," she cried out, "Take them far away! I don't care what you do with them just take them far away and be rid of them! I'd rather have my husband think we suffered a loss than look upon these ugly things! No one shall tell him of this!"

One of the woman's most trusted servants placed the crying children in a chained basket and took them away that very same night. No one knew what became of them. They were never seen again. The maid never did return either. And the woman never told her husband what had happened. No one else who was there that night never dared repeat what they saw in fear of drawing the cursed creatures back to them.

However they say that they still roam the lands. And if you are unlucky enough, you shall be the next to run into such a horrible monster.

It was a quiet night when it happened. The birth of the fated one.

The sobs of the woman didn't even stop as she held her baby close to her crying her eyes out in sorrow despite healthy little girl in her arms. The father just sat there in silence staring at his wife and daughter.

"He can't..H-He can't!" Was all the sobbing woman could muster out between tears.

This wasn't supposed to happen. They had just a few more days and then it would've been summer. They wouldn't have had to worry about anything then. It would've been someone else's problem. Someone else's daughter to be fated to become the bride to the beast. But his child unexpectedly had been born this night in spring. If only she waited just a few more days. If only he had a son instead.

Then he wouldn't be loosing his child to the demon. 

It wasn't their fault really. The last few years of harsh drought and little rain caused hunger, famine, and most of all desperation. The many offerings and prayers to the gods seemed to be doing nothing! The local priest blessing the stubborn soil did nothing. It was still cracked, hard, and as barren as a rock. There seemed to be no hope in sight. The people were desperate loudly cursing whatever deities were responsible for this plague upon them and pleading to anyone who could hear them to end the suffering, the starving, the deaths caused by the drought. 

It was then their pleas were answered by the monster.

He showed up right out of the blue one day, as of he manifested out of the very air. He may have walked like a man, but he was a monster that would  devoir them all because of their desperation would be their destruction.

"I couldn't help but notice that you people seem to be on hard times." He hated how he smiled at them, like he was doing them a great service. "I can help you surely. All I ask is one thing in return."

He'd fertile the lands. Bring forth rain. End the suffering. All for the price of one life. He'll return in twenty years and request the hand of the first maiden to be born that spring. Without thinking about the consequences, they agreed and as mysterious as he arrived, the monster departed back into nothing.  

The creature kept his word. Rain storms came back to pour water into the ground. Soft soil nurtured new crops, and the hunger of many satiated. However the price was not forgotten. At least not by the local doctor and his wife. Now here they were staring down at the one who was going to be made to wed that monster in twenty years. Out of all the children born in the village, why must it be their child?! It wasn't fair! They never agreed to this! They had no say in it at all! But-

"W-What are we su-supposed to do?!"

"Hush woman. The others will hear you. Nobody will know about this. About her!"

"H-How? We can't just hide her! S-Someone will notice sooner or later."

"Then we'll make sure no one knows of her existence. Get up. We must make haste."

"For what?"

"We'll leave. No one will know about her if she's not here to be seen but we must go immediately. Tonight. We'll let one of the other families deal with the fate they brought upon themselves."

"Where will we go?"

"Somewhere. ANYWHERE! As long as it's far away from here."

Your parents fled in the middle of the night. Walking slowly due to your mother's condition but left either way. The small village left behind and forgotten about in return for giving their daughter the freedom she deserved. It wasn't easy to start all over in an entirely new place so far away, and they had to live on the streets for almost a year. But eventually a doctor would get clients and they were able to get a nice small home in a nice town far, far away from the dangers of demons and threats of never seeing their daughter again as you grew. 

You had a normal and happy life honestly. Going to school, exploring the nearby forest, making friends, and gaining a job at the nearby tavern once you were nineteen. Waiting tables, bringing orders, and helping to clean up at the end of the day. There was even a local man your age that took interest in you. Your parents encouraged you to accept his offers to court you, but you haven't decided if you liked him that way. 

However things were about to change. 

The winds churned and a faint storm rolled along the sky on your twentieth birthday. Exactly twenty years after the dreadful move long ago. 

The pub you worked at was alight with excitement. A group of hunters were in the middle of the large space. Laughing over the successful hunt they managed to bring in, celebrating by drinking ale and feasting. A few other patrons also were around the area minding their own business and eating away in the cozy warmth the tavern provided in the middle of the windy storm outside. You gathered up the plates from the hunters' table from their third round of food and just did your job of bringing it up to the bar to be taken away by another worker. Nothing out of the ordinary for you tonight- 

That was when the door opened up with such a loud sound that it startled everyone who was in the pub to stop talking and look over. Wind from outside swept throughout the building and made you blink from the sudden rush of air hitting your face. Candlelights flickered but thankfully didn't go out. 

Silence continued on around the gushed pubs and many of those faces turned from curious to horrified. 

A clattering tray fell to the floor from a fellow waitress's hands as she stared. Many eyes continued to stare at the thing that came in from the storm. The door slowly creaked closed again behind him allowing the wind to be closed off once more. No one moved. No one spoke. No one dare looked away.

...STEP. STEP. STEP. STEP.

His feet turned as he began walking around the massive group of men seated in front of him and towards the other side of the room. 

STEP. STEP. STEP. STEP.

Each step he took seemed to heavily echo through the bar entirely as the tallest figure they've ever seen slowly walked with heads turning to follow his movements. Walking, walking, and walking. You froze in your tracks as the tall form just slowly walked past you without a word or even looking your way or really at anyone for that matter. Going all the way to the farthest table in the far corner, silently pulling out the chair allowing the legs scraping against the floor to sound out, before he wordlessly sat down in it. Staring straight ahead at nothing. The silence was deafening with only the fire crackling in the fireplace, and the wind outside to make sound.

"I'd like a bowl of tonkotsu and onigiri with unsweetened green tea please."

His voice made you jump. It wasn't because he said it in a rude or threatening way, but because he still didn't look at anyone. Just kept staring into the void at nothing. It was incredibly eerie. In question you finally broke away from staring at him to look at your staring boss. The chef looked as stunned as the rest of everyone else in the tavern but eventually he turned to slowly walk back into the kitchen area. Maybe he had the right idea. Give the man the food and hope he leaves once he was done. 

You only turned back to watch along with everyone else as the faint sounds of food being made in the back carried on. What was the creepiest part of it was that whoever this man was, never stopped staring ahead. Didn't even move once the entire almost half hour you all were anxiously waiting for the food to be made. Like he turned to stone. Felt like eternity before the chef slowly came from the back, startling you with his footsteps. He went back to staring at the man as you slowly and shakily picked up the tray scooted towards you. It felt very heavy in your hands as you held it and slowly took step after step towards the table at the farthest corner of the building. Your very steps seemed to echo through the building itself as you approached closer and closer and closer. His eyes never looked up at you as you approached. Never moved an inch as you got close enough to place it down on the table. That's what you were gonna do. Just place it on the table and scoot it closer to him.

Until his hands reached out.

You completely froze as a hand reached out to grab the bowl of hot tonkotsu off the tray. A second hand grabbed the cup of tea next.

A third hand grabbed the small plate of rice balls. And a forth grabbed the chopsticks.

You stood still and frozen as the man finally moved. Four of his six arms reached out and grabbed the food from you while his other two remained sat neatly upon his lap. The entire time he still didn't look at you until the hot tonkotsu bowl and chopsticks were raised to his face, and finally his face reacted. Turning up to you with plum red eyes and a gently smile upon his lips.

"Thank you." 

You were too frozen in shock and slightly fear to respond..but the gentle smile on his face brought a bit of hope that no one would be harmed tonight. However you couldn't bring yourself to stare at the smile for long, too focused on the fangs between those lips and the two black horns protruding from the tops of his head and the pointed ears where two hanafuta earrings dangling from and swaying with his movements. 

Oni. 

This man..was an ONI. 

A spirit no one would dare mess with in fear of enduring it's wrath. Why on earth was there an oni in the middle of your town and in the tavern ordering food? You had no idea. Perhaps it was just passing through and got hungry. You just hoped that he wouldn't stay. Shaking you only bowed before slowly backing away a few steps as he continued to smile at you gently. Before he turned back to start quietly eating the food.

The entire time the entire plate remained silent and watchful as he ate. What felt like an eternity must've really been only maybe half an hour before his bowl and plate were emptied and the cup drank. Not wanting to offend him you tried to remain calm and polite as you approached him again and shakily began to pick up the dishes and place them back on the tray. His now smiling face stared at your work before you bowed to him again and turned to return the tray to the bar-

"I would like some momiji and daifuku with more tea please."

You paused mid step taking the tray back to the counter before whirling around wide eyed at the man who was still looking right at you with that small smile before you exchanged shocked glances with the chef. How did the Oni know that there was daifuku and momiji in the kitchen when your boss hadn't written it upon me sign behind the bar with the other food items for the day?!  After a moment your boss motioned for you to silently come over. You did and the same pattern repeated after he took away the tray. Only this time he wasn't looking into the void. Instead he just stared at you softly with a smile. 

It wasn't creepy or had you feeling anything bad though. It felt more like a customer politely waiting for service to be provided to him which technically it was since he ordered desserts, which arrived quickly and you took to him but it was so strange to be serving an oni sprit. The same thing played out. Everyone watched in silence as he ate what you served him silently as you waited to collect the dishes. You once again did again and this time when you turned-

"I'd like your name please."

Once more you paused wide eyed and turned to look at the smiling spirit staring at you... Everyone's shock reignited anew as silent looks were given to one another in question. What should you do?! He wanted what?! Your name?! Why did he want your name?! You didn't know what to do! Looking around it looked like no one else did either. Feeling your throat tighten you swallowed thickly before shakily replying.

"Y-Y/n."

"Thank you."

"What's your name?"

The words left your mouth before you could stop yourself. It surprised both yourself and the man who blinked before again smiling at you gently.

"Yoriichi."

"That's..a very nice name."

"Thank you. Yours is beautiful."

"Oh. T-Thank you."

You just turned back to get the remaining dishes to the bar as the man slowly took his time getting up, pushing in his chair, and reaching into his pockets for some yen to leave on the table and pay for his food. By the time you were done with the dishes and turned around, you found the man smiling down at you. Gosh..He was..tall.

"I'd like to walk you home please."

You were put on the spot right in front of everyone else staring at you with the man still smiling at you. He wanted to walk you home?! Why? Did he plan on robbing you?! He was an ONI spirit so was he looking to haunt you?! Your parents?!  You didn't know what to say. You wanted to say no..But would he be offended if you did? Would he become angry? What would happen if you made him angry? You didn't know what he'd do. He's..been pretty nice so far but no one did anything to make him angry. 

Deciding to bite the bullet, you gulped again before nodding. "A-Alright."

You felt like you were walking to your death sentence as everyone watched you silently make your way outside in the windy air with the spirit right behind you. The squeaky door closing behind you like a coffin lid behind closed. 

You stiffly walked your way down the street home with the wind blowing your hair back. You didn't look at him but you knew he was there. You felt his presence looming next to you and saw his many arms out of the corner of your eyes. You could run. Maybe if you were fast enough you could lose him and get home before he knew which house was yours. However you dreaded what might happen if you offended the spirit so you kept your mouth shut and walked. Maybe he was only doing this to return what polite service you gave him? You hoped so and hoped to not see him again after this. 

Five minutes of silent walking later and you felt relief full you as you came upon your front door. Hoping to end this as fast as possible, you turned to politely bow to him. "T-Thank you for walking me home."

"Your welcome. May I have your hand please?"

...You blinked. Looking up at him. "What?"

He still smiled softly at you. "May I have your hand please?"

"M-..My hand?" On instinct you clutched your hands together. Was he going to cut one of your hands off?! "I-..I d-dont think I taste good. The food at the tavern is much more tastier than I am, I promise you."

He simply chuckled.  "Not in harm." One of his hands extended out to you. "May I have your hand please?"

He wanted to...hold your hand?? Was that what he was asking? Why? What could he possibly want to do that for? You were so confused staring at him, then his still outstretched hand, then back to him. He remained unmoving other than the wind blowing his hand and earrings and clothing about. Why? His smile remained unwavering as he still smiled at you.. before you slowly looked back at his hand. Not in harm? Well at least he didn't want to hurt you. Maybe all he wanted was a grateful handshake. Either way it was better not to offend him.

"Y-Yes." 

You shakily reached out a hand until it touched his warm but calloused hands. Slowly the much larger hand closed around you before a second one came to be placed on top of yours.

"Thank you for accepting."

Accepting? You looked back up to him. "A-Accepting what?"

His only answer was to lean over and to your surprise kissed your forehead. 

"My hand..In marriage."

[ofallthingsnasty]

Idk if your still doing yandere monsters

But a big strong tall orc who seen the horrors of war and is seen as heartless by his people finds chubby reader lost in the woods after her husband abdoned her and grows obsessed soon they go from being scared in the woods to being scared as a orc bigger and stronger in everyway carries them everywhere and constantly showing them off and making sure his captive is dressed in the finest pelts and spoiled but constantly punished to make sure their a perfect little soft mate

your brain, anon.... i want it... this is so juicy 🤤 i really want to write a little one-shot for this and i will!! one day haha -- until then, have some rambles

tags: yandere, heavy dubcon, exhibitionism, minors dni, kind of kidnapping?, f!reader word count: 0.8k

That thought is so cute... Just this is big, burly and scary orc treating you like his most prized possession (well, you kind of are), both gentle and patronizing. To go from being absolutely distraught and scared, all alone in the wilderness, to being saved and cared for by this huge man who looks like he has taken more than dozen lives yet cooes down at you as though you’re a little lap dog - how dizzying that must be. Your poor little head will spin during these first few days, for sure. He is so patient at first, as well - listens to your tearful words and decides then and there that that poor excuse of a human being didn’t deserve you in the first place, that you are way too precious to be treated with so little respect. He’s getting in on the years, craves a little stability, someone to hold - and you are just so cute and helpless, perfect to keep. (And he deserves this, he thinks. He found you out there and saved your life, it’s what you owe him.) He’s never mean but he can get quite stern with you. If you request to be let go, to go back to your family to lick your wounds, he’ll explain to you that he basically owns you now - and that it’d be terribly ungrateful to run from your savior like that. He doesn’t force you to do things you don’t want to do - he can wait to split you open on his cock, he doesn’t mind. You still need to recover from that terrible injustice your former husband did to you - but he’ll make sure to fuck you on his fingers, to have you ride his strong thighs until you cum, again and again. He enjoys seeing your face contort into absolute bliss, to feel how you let go.  And when you finally let him fuck you, it’s all the sweeter. He’s gentle with you at first, knows how big he is compared to you but he’ll train you to take him fully and without any trouble in no time. He loves to just pound into you, to watch your helpless little face and your tits bounce with every thrust, loves to show you that he owns you now. 

He isn’t afraid to do it in public, either. You better lose all of your inhibitions quickly because he’ll have you on his lap during nights with his friends, bends you over the table during lunch. No one will even bat an eye when you suddenly cum right in front of them or when he empties himself in you. The nights he spends with his friends will become more than just treasured memories when you cockwarm him, yelping and sputtering at every jolt of laughter that runs through him. He isn’t the type to take out his anger on you, ever - but you will get punished when the need arrises. He’ll keep it short and simple. Often a spanking is sufficient for him, especially when he gets to make sure your skin runs hot from the hits and you get all teary-eyed and stuttery. It’s just too precious to him, his little wife weepy and apologetic - and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t fuck you afterwards, mouth full of condescending praise and proclamations of love. He needs to keep you in check but it’s all part of the fun for him - so if you’re a little feisty, he’ll enjoy that, too. It just means that he gets to laugh at your sharp words and useless slaps against his chest - and then make you eat your actions with the palm of his hand. You’ll never want for anything - as condescending as he can be, he acknowledges you’re your own person, that you have interests and needs. Whatever it is you like to do, you’ll get all the supplies for it and then some. He loves the way your eyes light up when he presents you with an expensive gift, the way you bite your lip shyly while accepting it. He loves to drape you in jewelry, as well. Seeing you wear nothing but delicately crafted necklaces and rings and bracelets appeals to something deep within him that wants to provide for you, that preens at the thought of him being able to dress you in luxurious items - he’s your husband now and he loves to spoil you.

All in all, he may not be the easiest to be with because he keeps treating you like a pet but it’s simple to figure him out and satisfy. Never sadistic, too - when you’re good, you’re good - but a little on the rougher side. You’ll be provided for for the rest of your life - at the teeny, tiny cost of being fucked raw every single day and cooed at like some lap dog.

[teratosfavouritesnack]

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First of all let me introduce myself and my blog.

Hiii, fellow monster lovers and welcome! I'm Näckros and this is my monster friendly (too friendly) side blog where I post any cute or filthy thought that crosses my mind. English is not my first language so if I make any mistakes please tell me so I can improve. I'm a porn with plot type of gal, which means that I tend to set the mood of the story before I get into the smut stuff, so (were)bear that in mind! And on that note, THIS IS A 18+ BLOG SO MINORS, BEGONE 💋

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Cold Hands -> vampire boyfriend x afab!human

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Accidental Summoning -> demon-like creature x afab!human

Bouncer in Love -> [part 2] - [part 3 coming soon] werebear bouncer x afab!human

Death in Childbirth -> dragon husband x afab!human

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Period Tracker -> werewolf boyfriend x afab!human

The Lover -> [part.2 coming soon] unknown monster x afab!human

First Date with BFF -> werewolf x human

Ready For His Cock -> minotaur boyfriend x afab!human

Big Bad Wolf -> werewolf boyfriend x human

Well-Fed Cat -> cat hybrid boyfriend x afab!human

Tests Subjects -> werebear x human [longer fic coming soon]

Prankster -> [part 2] ghost x afab!human

Pouncing Panther -> werepanther husband x human

Dirty Hobby -> roommate!werewolf x afab!human

Wet for the Doctor -> gyno!lizard man x afab!human [longer fic]

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Companionship in the Labyrinth -> minotaur x afab!human

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Helping Hand -> centaur x human

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The eldest daughter who wasn't wanted

Sully family x oldest daughter reader

(I am rewriting this story)

y/n sully is the oldest daughter of the Sully's twin sister of Neteyam. Even though y/n was a na'vi she came out smaller than a normal Navi baby and her skin was a sky demon tan color. She was given away a week after birth. After 16 years the Sully's reunited with y/n but y/n has a new family and doesn't consider the Sully's her family besides Mo'at.

(art isn't mine unless I say it is. The names I picked out.

I've been wanting to do this story for a while and I finally got the push I needed for it, this is just one of my avatar stories)

y/n and clan / prologue

Y/n (16 years old)

The eldest daughter of the Sully's twin sister of Neteyam.

Belongs to the Dushnikh clan a terrifying, strong but caring clan.

The Dushnikh clan is a clan of the tallest, green orcish Navis

The clan is located in a swampy area.

(The clan and characters are my ocs but the name of the clan is from a Skyrim its a orc strong hold)

~prologue 16 years ago~

The battle had ended with hells gates a few months ago when neytiri had went into labor. After many hours of pain Neytiri had given birth to her children, a little  girl and a little boy named y/n and Neteyam, but y/n came out wrong, y/n was much smaller than a normal na'vi newborn she was human newborn size, her skin was a tannish color with light blue strips and she had five fingers, she did have na'vi ears, nose, kuru, and tail. Neytiri held the small new born looking up at Jake "Ma Jake.." she started Jake shock his head "don't worry my love" he replied at first they were happy to have both of the twins but soon some of the clan started talking "that baby is a demon!" "You need to get rid of it!" "Demon blood!" Neytiri and Jack did their best to ignore them.

~ a week later~

"My daughter don't do this! Please let her hear the great mother!" Mo'at begged as her daughter and son-in-law were about to give their daughter away.

"No mother. I am her mother I know what's best for her. We need to protect our family and clan" neytiri said as she gave her week old daughter to norm, while Neteyam cried from the wrapping of his mother's chest, Jake held kiri as he talked to Norm.

"She is family!" Mo'at hissed

Jack stepped between his mate and her mother

"Enough we made our choice" Jake hissed

Mo'at hissed back before grabbing the week old baby girl from norm "Fine I will take her somewhere where she can grow up in peace" Mo'at growled holding the baby closer to her chest

"Mother-" neytiri started but was cut off

"Enough! I am your mother and one of the elders! My choice over rules yours!" Mo'at hissed neytiri and Jack stepped back.

"I am her father give me my daughter" Jake said trying to grab y/n

Mo'at hissed again "No! I have spoken Jack Sully, the other elders agree with me, she deserves to live in peace"

"Mother where are you taking her? Let us come with you, I want to know that my daughter is safe" neytiri offers

Mo'at shock her head "No! Stay here, I will make sure she is safe" Mo'at said walking away with the baby.

~sometime later ~

Mo'at had sat in the hut with another larger elder sitting in front of her

"Mo'at my old friend, it's nice to see you but what's brought you to our home?" The elder in front Mo'at asked

"Leyra my old friend, as you know my daughter had her child a week ago. But my daughter has given up her daughter because she looks different." Mo'at said as she opened the baby carrier on her chest.

The elder na'vi gasped "These young ones always think they know what's best. Did you talk to her about her fate if she does this?" Leyra said as she looked at the small tan na'vi child staring back at her with an incorrect toothless smile.

Mo'at nodded as she looked down at the week old "yes but my daughter and her husband didn't listen.. they said they know what's best for their family."

Leyra and Mo'at turned when they heard the beads at the opening move to see another large female na'vi holding a small toddler

"My apologies mother and Mo'at" the female na'vi spoke with a bow Mo'at and Leyra smiled

"Zo'ile it has been to long, I see you have a small one" Mo'at said with a smile as the young na'vi walked over to her mother's friend.

Leyra smiled as her daughter sat beside her "Zo'ile I was about to call for you" Leyra said smiling at her daughter "Mo'at has brought her granddaughter to us, to be raised and cared for"

Zo'ile froze when her mother said those words before looking at Mo'at who held the small tan na'vi and her son At'ok standing by Mo'at smiling at the baby. Zo'ile reached out and Mo'at smiled before handing her the small baby.

"Her name is y/n" Mo'at said as she handed zo'ile the baby

Zo'ile smiled her heart had acked for the baby her son At'ok got into his mother's arms and stared at the baby as well "Tsmuke (sister)" At'ok said smiling zo'ile smiled before looking back at her mother and Mo'at "mother can she stay here I can raise her as my own, of course she'll know Mo'at as her grandmother as well. Please" zo'ile begged slightly.

Leyra and Mo'at smiled, Mo'at knew from then on her granddaughter would be loved and cared for from someone other than her. Leyra looked at her old friend

"Mo'at" she asked Mo'at smiled

"As long as you're ok with it my old friend" Mo'at replied

Leyra smiled "she'll be loved, cared for and excepted" Leyra said as they watched At'ok and y/n fell asleep in Zo'iles arms against her chest making her smile

(Something like this)

(Go look up artsofmetamoor! Love their avatar au)

Mo'at smiled sadly she didn't want to leave her first grandchild but her people really needed her and she knew y/n would have a better life here. "goodbye ma granddaughter I will come visit when I can, and thank you again leyra, zo'ile" Mo'at said getting up

leyra nodded and got up as well followed by zo'ile "of course my friend anything for you" she said hugging the smaller Forest na'vi.

Mo'at nodded and left the hut, zo'ile looked down at her children "mother why would neytiri give up her child?" Zo'ile asked Leyra shook her head

"Sometime na'vi forget the ways we were taught, they think they know best until eywa shows that you're wrong. Neytiri gave the child up because some sharp words spoken by her clan" Leyra said as she looked at her daughter, before walking away to grab crushed up herbs

"The day will come where we will have to tell her but until then, she will be raised the way of our people" leyra said gently rubbed the herd on the baby's head making her giggle in her sleep zo'ile smiled.

"Good night mother" zo'ile said as she walked out of the hut

"Good night ma daughter"

Zo'ile walked into her hut on to meet the chest of her mate Nawmrui.

"Ma Zo'ile are you and At'ok alright what took so long?" Nawmrui asked before his eyes widden at the sight of the smaller na'vi in his mate and childs arms.

"Ma Nawmrui, Mo'at had came by for a visit and she brought her granddaughter. Neytiri and her mate didn't want the baby, when I laid eyes on her I felt the great mother telling me to take her in as my own." Zo'ile said holding the baby's close

Nawmrui slowly got down on his knees to see the baby clearly, y/n had opened her sleepy eyes before giggle and reaching out for nawmrui gently placing her hand on his nose.

Nawmrui smiled "Oh great mother has blessed us with not one amazing child but now two. I am blessed" Nawmrui said as he got up and gently hugged his wife and his two children.

The next morning y/n had been introduced to the clan and they watched as y/ns kuru was connected to their spirit tree. The tree grew brighter and the clan was overjoyed to see the newest member of the Dushnikh clan

Nawmrui and zo'ile stared at their two children with nothing but love and care.

If the Sully's didn't want y/n the Dushnikh clan definitely did.

[rs-hawk]

I feel like FtM monsters are pretty rare, even in the admitely niche context of trans monsters

I love FtM monsters. My favorite FtM piece I’ve done is this piece about an Orc Husband! I’ve only done a handful here but I’ll definitely be doing more, including this post.

Átahsaiais

You had grown up hearing the stories about the cannibalistic demon who lived in the mountains. A giant as tall as three men, with the strength of ten. He would snatch you up and eat you, cooking you into a stew and using your bones as tooth picks. The stories made you shudder, but they never stopped you from exploring.

You decided to go hiking in those mountains, and a long hike turned into an overnight camping trip, where you took refuge in a cave. You giggled to yourself as you thought about how the stories talked about a young woman getting trapped in a cave and having to rely on a God to save her from Átahsaiais. As the memories of the way the stories sounded coming from your grandmother’s lips filled your head, you drifted off to sleep.

When you were woken up, it was still dark out, but there was a sort of pounding sound coming from outside. It sounded like foot steps. Suddenly, you were glad you had forgotten a flashlight. Crawling on your belly, trying to be quiet and remain out of sight, you approached the mouth of the cave. Just outside, you saw a monstrous sight.

A creature that was so tall that it was blocking much of the moonlight. Gray, stringy hair that fell in thick ropes down his knobby and cracked skin. You swallowed back a stunned cry as his head turned, catching you in his line of vision.

You were frozen in place, and while you knew if you scooted back you would be out of his reach, you couldn’t move. Átahsaiais. A true monster amongst monsters.

With a large hand, he swiftly pulled you out of the cave, his breath making you cringe and he brought you up to his face. “Human,” he said in a growl that send shivers down your spine. “Woman. Why are you here?”

You swallowed hard before babbling about your hike. How you stayed out too late. Started it too late in the day. You just wanted to get some sleep before going home. Fat tears rolled down your face as you choke back sobs and he just… laughed. He set you down, your knees trembling so badly you almost fall.

“You will be caught by much worse than me if you stay out here,” he said, his voice rough like the way boulders sound when they start to fall.

You were unsure, but the sound of a howl ripping through the air made you jump closer to him. He chuckled as he curled a large hand, nearly the size of your entire body, around your torso to guide you. Soon enough you’re in his home, now a warm and well lived in cottage. You expected something more… terrifying.

He sat you down, pushing a cup of hot water into your hands before he disappeared behind a curtain of beads, seashells, and gemstones. He grumbled out a good night and told you to sleep wherever you like out there as the swinging curtain slowed. You felt relieved but also oddly disappointed. He was supposed to be a man eating monster and, what? He saved you from wolves, brought you to his home, and then decided to go to bed and offered you to sleep as well?

After a little while, with the fire dying down, you decided to at least sneak a peek at what his room is like. You imagined it being decorated with the bones of his victims and enemies, but it wasn’t. Instead, where you expected skulls and bones, there were vines that hung from the ceiling, with blooming flowers. A small hole in the wall, functioning as a window, had a bird’s nest tucked away in it.

You couldn’t decide how you felt as you slipped deeper into the room. The sounds you heard as you did you attributed to the small hole once you saw it, until you saw Átahsaiais on his bed. Two of his large, rough fingers were pushing in and out of his dripping cunt as his other hand teased and played with his t-dick.

Your mouth watered as you watched the way his chest heaved, his thick, gray, porcupine quill like hair splayed around his head- his eyes clenched shut with his mouth slightly open. Of their own accord, your feet took you to his bed. That was when you hesitated, but a sharp intake of breath from him told you he was close, and you wanted to help so badly that you couldn’t explain it.

You crawled between his legs, finally admitting your presence to him. His fingers and hand faltered for a moment before you fixed your mouth around the tip of his t-dick, struggling a bit with how much thicker it is than a regular human cock.

“Little Human,” he grunted slightly, his hand twitching at the base of his t-dick before he slid it to the back of your head, encouraging you to take more of it down your throat.

When he came, you couldn’t help but moan in excitement. It felt so good to know you’d helped him. A wet spot had formed between your own legs, which clearly hadn’t gone unnoticed by him. In seconds, he had you pinned to his bed made of feathers and animal hides, his hands easily ripping off your pants before his fat tongue eases inside of you.

You see stars. His tongue itself was bigger a than a human’s cock, and the way he coaxed orgasm out of orgasm out of you made you realize why he was called a man eater.