5. Nico

5

NICO

A night of passion without fucking was not exactly what I had in mind, but it was a start. And I was actually going to get to touch an orc cock – maybe – for the first time. I would at least get to see him naked, something I’d fantasized about for ages.

I followed him into the bedroom at the back of the house, tapping my foot impatiently as he slowly drew the blinds and fluffed up the pillows.

Once he was satisfied with the room’s appearance, he took his time getting undressed, taking care to fold his scratchy wool sweater over the quaint little rocking chair in the corner and hang his slacks – properly creased down the middle – on a wooden hanger in the closet.

His bed was bigger than any bed I’d ever seen before. Calling it king-size was doing it a disservice, and I had to wonder if he’d had it custom-made or if there was a furniture store that catered to orcs. Either way, it took up the bulk of the bedroom, which was not a small room. I couldn’t wait to hop on it and get busy.

“Do you have any condoms?” I asked, scanning over all the surfaces for some sign of sexual activity.

Cyrus chuckled. “Yes, but we won’t need those today. We won’t need them at all, actually, unless you think that orc diseases are transmittable to humans and vice versa?”

I shrugged. “I was just asking. What about lube?”

“In the nightstand drawer. I already told you, though, we won’t be doing that tonight.”

“I want to be prepared, is all. Who knows what a little touching might lead to?”

“I know, and it’s nothing. Not yet.”

I poked around in the stuff in Cyrus’ nightstand for a minute. The lube was exactly where he said it would be, but I left it since he told me we wouldn’t need it yet, and unfortunately, I believed him. There were also a few paperback books that were so worn, he must have read them dozens of times already, along with a travel-size packet of tissues, and a worryingly large tin of breath mints.

I took the tin out, popped it open, and grabbed one of the enormous white mints, crunching it between my teeth. It broke in half and a shock of minty pain washed over me. These were no ordinary mints, and once I could breathe through my nose again, I tossed them back in the drawer and closed it before turning around to see if Cyrus had succeeded in removing his clothes yet. What stood before me was a massive, grayish-green beast of a man.

My mouth fell open, hanging limply like it had broken hinges. His body was better looking than all the pictures or videos I’d seen, or even the wildest fantasies that I granted myself sometimes. I didn’t think it was even possible for real life to exceed my fantasies.

“You look…incredible. I’m sorry, I’m kind of at a loss for words.” I couldn’t stop staring. I was transfixed on him. “Do you work out?”

Cyrus shook his head. “ Most Orcs have bodies like this naturally. Even the laziest oafs out there have some solid muscles.”

“And your dick…will it grow when it’s, well, hard?”

Cyrus nodded. He seemed unbothered by my reaction, although he was probably only putting up with me to make me happy.

My eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets. My cock ached, straining against the zipper of my fly. I had to have him. I didn’t care how it happened, but I needed him right now .

“You may look,” Cyrus told me, “but no touching yet.”

“Please,” I whimpered. “You can’t show me all this and force me to keep my hands off of you.”

“Why don’t you get undressed and make yourself comfortable on the bed? I’ll look away if you’d prefer.”

“Oh, I don’t care about that.” I yanked my shirt over my head and fumbled with my jeans for so long, I was beginning to get embarrassed. “I’m usually better at this kind of thing,” I explained quickly.

Cyrus ignored me hopping around the room trying to pull my pants off, instead making his way to the nightstand. For a moment, I thought he was going to take out the lube so he could use it on me, but he pushed that aside and pulled out the tin of breath mints instead.

“Would you like one?” he asked, holding the open tin out.

“Uh, no thanks. I…already took one.”

“Have another if you’d like.”

I shook my head. “One was plenty.”

Each mint was about the size of half a dozen quarters stacked together, but in his fingers, they looked almost normal. I could still taste the burning pain of the one I ate on my tongue, and I wasn’t about to be fooled into eating another one.

“Why do you have those anyway?” I asked.

Cyrus closed the tin and put it back in the drawer. “Haven’t you never seen breath mints in someone’s house before?”

“Of course I have, but the kind you buy at the grocery store checkout, not those massive things. Do orcs really need special mints, too? Is your oral hygiene that bad?“

Cyrus took a moment to bite down on the mint, his expression unchanging as the flavor permeated his mouth. “Much like humans, I’m sure,” he said after swallowing most of the mint, “some orcs take poor care of their mouths. My parents instilled proper oral hygiene in me as a young lad, but even with care, it’s difficult having these spears always being exposed to the air.” He tugged on one of his lower teeth jutting out over his upper lip. “We tend to suffer from bad breath because of it.

“Then why not get them removed? There has to be surgery for that.”

“Would you elect to have two to four of your teeth removed even if they were perfectly healthy?”

“No, I guess not. But my teeth are different – they all fit in my mouth.”

Cyrus snorted. “Never mind. I can see that I have much more to teach you about orcs than I realized, my dear fellow.”

I bit down hard enough on my lower lip to make it sting, avoiding Cyrus’ gaze. “Yeah, I guess so.”

He took a step forward, closing the gap between us a little more. “Congratulations, you have passed my first test.”

“And what test is that?”

“To show even an ounce of empathy. I will not let a man touch me who can’t even be bothered to listen to what I have to say.”

My face brightened again and I looked up. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Cyrus took another long stride forward, his head towering over me as he looked down, his gaze softer than I expected. “That depends. You have some lofty dreams in that pretty little head of yours, but I think we can make one or two of them come true tonight.”

I was practically trembling with excitement. “I’ll do anything you tell me to – anything at all – if it means we get to have a little fun tonight.”

Cyrus let his finger trail down my chest, stopping a little higher than I would have liked, before backing away.

“Very well, come join me on the bed and we shall see where the night leads us.”

Was it all going to be worth the wait? I was about to find out, whether I was prepared or not.