Chapter 3

Three

Osric

This human woman is breathtaking, entirely unlike anyone I’ve ever seen. Her hair is an odd color of light pinkish-purple and she has these icy gray eyes. My cock throbs in my sweatpants as we chat back and forth on the app.

Her name, Fairlie, is as unusual as she is. For a human woman, it’s an odd name, but it suits her somehow. She’s funny, honest, and kind. A part of me knows it's just her nature, but perhaps all the wine she mentioned drinking has lowered a barrier she usually keeps up. It’s intoxicating. I want to know more. No, I need to know more. I crave to uncover every detail, every thought that crosses her mind.

Whoever this person is, the one who broke her heart tonight, he’s a fool. How could anyone let go of a woman like this? If I had someone like Fairlie, I’d never let her out of my sight. She’d be mine in every way. I see her beneath me, my body covering hers, my cock buried deep inside her, a constant reminder of how much she is desired, how much she is needed. The thought alone makes me groan, heat pooling low in my belly.

But then reality sets in—a reality that’s far from the fantasies playing in my head. I’m an orc, one of the last of my kind after we were hunted to near extinction by humans who feared us. We were seen as a danger. I may be a trained warrior and look like one, but I’m gentle until provoked. I just want to find my woman, settle down, and fulfill my duty by making lots of orc babies.

I think Fairlie could be my woman.

I need to meet her in person though, to see if we hit it off as well as we have on the app. But she needs to sober up first. I want her to be clear-headed when we meet.

My heart beats faster as I type out my next message, my hands trembling slightly. This is it. I have to put myself out there if I want to find a mate, if I want to have offspring.

Me- Would you happen to be free tomorrow night for dinner and drinks?

There’s a moment of silence—just a moment, but it feels like an eternity—before her reply comes in.

Fairlie- Yes.

Relief surges through me. I quickly type out the details, knowing exactly where I want to take her.

Me- Meet me at The Drunken Goose at 7pm.

They have the best burgers in town, and the atmosphere is relaxed and comfortable. It’s a popular spot, always busy but never overwhelming. Fairlie will feel safe there, and safety is important when meeting a stranger—especially when it’s an orc like me.

Her next message comes through, and it’s all I can do to not grin.

Fairlie- It’s a date.

She adds a winking emoji, and my heart skips a beat. I rub my cock through my sweatpants, groaning at the pleasure that ripples through me. The thought of seeing her in person, of hearing her voice, is almost too much.

Me- Get some rest. I’ll talk to you in the morning.

Fairlie- smiley face with hearts emoji

The little green dot next to her name fades, signaling that she’s logged off. I hope she’s going to get some sleep, to rest off the effects of that wine.

Unable to resist, I enlarge her picture on the app, staring at her beautiful face as I lie back on my bed. I push my sweatpants down, freeing my aching cock and grip it, stroking slowly. The anticipation of what tomorrow might bring is enough to drive me wild. I imagine her with me, her voice soft and teasing in my ear, her body warm against mine.

Fairlie is on her knees before me, her soft, delicate hands wrapping around my length, her lips parting as she leans in closer. The thought alone sends a jolt of pleasure through me, my breath catching in my throat.

Her gaze meets mine, her eyes a piercing shade of gray, filled with longing, as her lips sensually envelop the tip of my cock. The warmth of her mouth, the way she’d take me in, slowly, teasingly, drives me to the edge. I can almost feel the wet heat of her tongue swirling around me, her hands sliding up and down my shaft as she tries to take more of me, her lips stretched wide to accommodate my size.

My fist tightens around my cock, and I begin to stroke faster, harder. The image of her, so vulnerable yet so willing, fuels the fire inside me. The way she moans around me, the vibrations pushing me closer and closer to release. The thought of her trying so hard to please me, to take all of me, even as I know it’s too much for her, is almost unbearable.

My hand moves urgently now, repeatedly bumping the large knot at the base of my cock. I groan, my body tensing, the pressure building to an unbearable point. I can’t hold back any longer. With a final stroke, my climax consumes me, my body trembling. I come hard, my seed spilling out in thick, hot streams all over me.

I gasp for breath, my chest heaving as I ride out the waves of pleasure that pulse through me. My cock twitches in my hand, still leaking as the last of my release dribbles out. For a moment, I just lie there, my body spent, my mind clouded with the afterglow of my fantasy. But reality quickly seeps back in, and I realize the mess I’ve made.

With a sigh, I force myself to sit up, my legs still trembling slightly from the intensity of my orgasm. I glance down at the sticky mess on my hand, stomach, and sheets, shaking my head. I stand, pull up my sweatpants, and head to the bathroom to clean up.

As I wash my hands and splash water on my face, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My reflection stares back at me, hope swirling in my eyes.

Tomorrow.

Will she like me when she meets me in person? Will she see past the orc exterior to the man beneath? Will she want the same things I do?

I dry my hands and grab a towel to clean up the bed. The scent of my release lingers in the air, a reminder of the primal need that burns within me. I want to find the one, build a life together, and start a family.

After I finish cleaning up, I plug my phone in to charge and crawl back into bed. I close my eyes, but sleep doesn’t come easily. My mind is too busy and full of thoughts about tomorrow. I picture her face again, those captivating eyes, that quirky smile, and I can’t help but pray that tomorrow goes well.

What if she’s the one? What if I’ve finally found my mate by some twist of fate? The thought fills me with excitement and fear.

I’m ready—more than ready—to start making babies, to do my part in continuing my lineage.

But finding the right woman, the one who can handle being with someone like me, who will accept me for who I am... that’s the real challenge.

As I lie there in the darkness, my heart pounds with anxiousness for our date. I need her to be the one. I need this to be the beginning of our story, one where we build a life together, full of love, passion, and children—orc babies with her eyes and my strength.