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W ednesday evening, Ulgan calls me to see if I’m free to have dinner at his place on Friday. After accepting his invitation, I daydream about what that evening could bring. Will this be the time that we become more intimate? It’s been awhile since I’ve had sex with anyone other than my dildo, Alfred.

Sharing my body with someone wasn’t something that I’d enjoyed before, feeling self conscious of every little stretch mark or roll of my stomach. I’m in a much better place now with my body, thankfully, but I can’t help but feel uneasy about being naked in front of someone new. Ulgan, has made it abundantly clear that he appreciates my body through his words and touch, but will he want to take the next step in our relationship?

There’s no more time for me to worry, because just like that, it’s Thursday and my students have their art night. It’s a huge success, and it makes my heart soar to see each of my students proudly share their creations with their families. Then, before I know it, it’s Friday night and my entire day at work has flown by.

Checking myself out in the mirror, I do a quick fluff of my hair, loving how the big curls turned out. I keep my outfit simple with a sleeveless black dress and cute forest green cardigan. As a chronic overplanner, I made sure to wear my sexiest deep maroon bra and panty set, just in case he decides to have me for dessert. The set cost as much as my car payment, but Rue convinced me that I needed the almost sheer lingerie.

Applying my favorite perfume, I do a final once over and grab my bag before heading out the door. Ulgan lives in the apartment right above the bakery, and I get there in no time. A walkway behind the bakery leads to a staircase that stops just outside his front door. My heart flutters as I knock on the heavy wood.

The door opens, and Ulgan instantly pulls me into his arms. I giggle as he peppers my cheeks with little kisses. He pulls back and gives me one of his adorable grins. “You look incredible tonight,” he says, looking over every inch of me slowly, heat in his eyes.

I move out of his grasp and give him a little twirl. “Oh, this old thing? You clean up pretty well yourself, Mr. Durzum.”

Ulgan looks sexy as hell in a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to put his muscular tattooed arms on display. His hair is out of its signature bun and hangs down to his shoulders. Ulgan does his own playful twirl so I can get an eyeful of him. The black jeans he’s got on hug his ass just right, and I want nothing more than to grab it. The more I look, the more evident it is that my sweet orc is sporting a large bulge in the front of his pants.

“My eyes are up here, Sunshine,” he says, his voice raspy and filled with need.

My cheeks are on fire, but honestly, I couldn’t care less that I’ve been caught checking him out. Ulgan doesn’t realize how much of a catch he is, so I’ve decided to show him just how badly I want him.

Getting closer to him, I place my hand on the back of his neck and pull him to me for a kiss. His arms wrap around me as we get lost in each other before pulling apart to catch our breath. “You are an amazing man, Ulgan. It also doesn’t hurt that you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met.”

He pulls away a bit and searches my face, as if looking to see if there was a lie anywhere in the comment. Suddenly, his eyes fill with happiness. It’s impossible for me to hide how I feel about him. Is this moving quickly? Absolutely. Does this feel like it was meant to be? Definitely.

Is a small part of me panicking at how much I like him? The jury’s still out on that one.

Suddenly, the apartment fills with a thick layer of smoke. “Oh shit, the lasagna!” he shouts, letting go of me and running to the kitchen. I have to place my hand over my mouth to stifle the laugh threatening to escape.

After a few stressful minutes, the formerly on-fire lasagna is now drenched in water and sitting in his sink. The two of us are in tears laughing as we open all of the windows to get rid of the smoke.

“Well, this night certainly didn’t go as planned,” he says, coming to sit next to me on his couch.

I finally got the chance to look around his apartment. It screams Ulgan. Cookbooks cover the shelves of what looks like a handmade bookcase. Huge oversized furniture to fit his larger size peppers the space, and framed photos of him, his family, and friends cover the walls. It’s clear in the photos that he’s loved very much by those around him, and it isn’t hard to understand why.

One photo catches my attention in particular. It’s an older photograph, aged with time, of two small orc children, one boy and one girl. Both of them have similar lopsided toothy grins, and their joy is infectious. They hold up a fish between the two of them that they must’ve just caught.

This must be Ulgan and his sister. It had to have been fun to have a sibling to grow up with. I was always envious of classmates who had siblings when I was a kid. Siblings are like a built in best friend that you sometimes want to punch in the face.

“I’m sorry about dinner. Let me check the fridge to see what I can whip up.” He goes to stand, and I grab his arm to stop him.

“How about you let me make dinner for you? My cooking skills aren’t at your level, but I’ve been told that I make a mean grilled cheese.”

He chuckles. “Grilled cheese is always a good time. How can I help?”

“How about you show me where you keep everything and then you can keep me company?”

“Yes, ma’am!” He salutes me, taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen. We work in companionable silence as I whip up the grilled cheeses. Every now and then I catch him staring at me with a goofy smile on his face. Does he notice how normal this feels? Us spending a quiet night in, chatting, and making dinner together?

We eat our grilled cheeses with a caprese salad that he’d already prepared. This guy already knows that cheese is the way to my heart.

After dinner, we move back to the couch where we watch a corny romcom. Throughout the movie we get closer to each other until he’s stretched out on the couch with his head in my lap. He gives a satisfied moan as I massage his scalp and play with his soft dark hair, a stark contrast against my fair skin. His head nestled against my soft stomach brings me a sense of contentment. I can picture us, years from now doing this very thing.

He gently pulls my hand in front of his face and begins to place kisses to each of my fingers and my palm. I sigh, loving the attention. The movie forgotten, he carefully turns to look at me, cupping my face and pulling me down for a kiss. Our kiss starts out soft and lazy, but something shifts once I open my lips as an invitation for more. Ulgan doesn't hesitate as his tongue caresses mine, sipping from my mouth.

He pulls away briefly so he can sit up, and I quickly find myself straddling his legs. Those large hands grip my waist and pull me closer. The thick outline of his cock now presses just right against my core.

He looks to me for an okay before moving forward. I love a consent king, but I’m going to burst into flames if we don't do something. “Ulgan, touch me,” I urge him, needing to feel his hands on me.

He tugs me down by the nape of my neck, lightly fisting his hand in my hair. We kiss passionately for what seems like hours, coming up for breath before picking right back up again. Ulgan kisses his way down my collarbone toward my sensitive breasts. I take off my cardigan and toss it on the floor behind me. His fingers grip the edge of my dress and pull it over my head before it joins the cardigan.

His eyes darken with desire as he takes in my lingerie. “Can you feel how hard you make me?” he asks, placing my hand against his cock, still trapped in his pants.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, Ulgan.” A whine leaves me. I need to see him, and I need to see him now .

My fingers make quick work of the buttons on his shirt, and he helps me pull his arms out of the sleeves. Flinging it over my shoulder, my attention is focused on the now deeply offensive pair of pants that stand between me and what I want. “Pants. Off. Now.”

He throws his head back and roars with laughter. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

Ulgan lifts me off of his lap and places me on the couch. He shucks off his pants and is now standing before me in the most sinful pair of black boxer briefs in existence. The outline of his cock has me almost passing out, its thickness alone making my pussy weep. I don’t want to sound like a cliché from one of my romance novels, but holy fuck, how is that thing going to fit? Can you die from too large of a dick?

Death by dick would be a hilarious epitaph on my gravestone.

Pushing him back onto the couch, I take my rightful place straddling his lap. Even with the little amount of fabric still in the way, I grind my hips down on him, giving us the pressure that we both crave. His hands return to my hips, guiding them harder on him. Grinding against this man is so fucking hot, and no one can convince me otherwise. His tusks graze my breasts, leaving behind light red marks. As he places kisses along each curve, he releases a grunt of frustration that the bra is in the way. I slide my arms out of each strap and reach around behind my back to unclasp it. Finally, my breasts are free from their torture device. Ulgan’s eyes intently look over my chest in appreciation.

“You’re perfection,” he moans under his breath. Collecting the bra from my hand, he tosses it to the ground.

In an instant his lips are wrapped around one of my dusky pink nipples, his wide tongue switching between circling the bud and lightly sucking. Our hips continue to grind together, the friction bringing me closer and closer to that delicious feeling that I’m chasing. He releases my nipple with a pop, and lavishes attention to the other.

A moan escapes me. “That feels so good.”

Our hips frantically move, chasing release. “Oh, right there. Don’t you dare stop,” I demand.

“Never, love,” he practically growls.

Within seconds I’m coming, shaking violently. A few more thrusts against my covered core and Ulgan is shouting my name. I collapse on top of him, trying to catch my breath. Our pants fill the apartment, both completely spent.

He cradles me to his body, and I can feel his heart beating rapidly. Nestled in the crook of his neck, I breathe in his masculine scent that’s so uniquely him. This scent needs to be a candle or something.

“I need to taste you,” he says. “Would you like that?”

My voice is apparently unable to work, all I can do is nod my head enthusiastically. He gets up with me still on his lap and we swap places. I lean against the back of the sofa while Ulgan positions himself on his knees in between my legs. Slowly, he works my panties down my legs until I’m bare before him.

Seeing him like this makes me ache all over again.

“Spread your legs wider for me, Sunshine. I need to see how wet that pretty pussy is for me.”

Fuck, I’m going to spontaneously combust. Ulgan being a dirty talker was not on my bingo card.

“Look at you, love. You’re positively soaking. Is this all for me?” He slowly runs his hands up and down my inner thighs, each time getting closer to where I really need him.

“Yes, it’s all for you,” my breathy reply leaves my lips. He hasn’t even done anything and I’m already panting.

“You’re such a good mate, getting all wet for me,” he says, his voice sounding gravelly and dripping with sexiness. “I wonder if you taste as heavenly as you smell? Should I find out?”

Did he just say mate ?

Before I can reply or question it, his rough tongue flattens against my pussy and licks straight through. A cry bursts from me and I feel the rumble of his chuckle against my core.

“Mmm, you are so fucking delicious.” He continues lapping at me, groaning with satisfaction with each swipe, his hands continuing to hold my thighs a part.

“Ulgan! Oh, your mouth feels incredible. Keep going!”

After several minutes of this exquisite torture, he hasn’t paid attention to my clit, and I can’t wait any longer.

“Baby, I need you to suck my clit. Please!” I have no issue asking for what I need.

Ulgan immediately begins to alternate between circling it and rougher flicks. I climb closer and closer to the edge, but when he finally pulls the flesh between his lips, I shatter.

One of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had rips through me, and my entire body shakes as I shout his name in ecstasy. My thighs clamp down on either side of his head as he continues to slowly sip at my core, helping me through the orgasm and drinking down my cum.

Ulgan places light kisses on each of my inner thighs and raises himself up. His lower jaw is covered in my wetness, which he wipes off with the back of his hand. He slowly kisses his way up my body before capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. I can taste myself on him, and it’s so damn hot.

Placing my hands on his chest, I softly push him away so that we are looking at each other. “Ulgan, that was freaking amazing.”

He chuckles. “I’m glad you enjoyed that. I know I certainly did.” He leans down, kissing my neck and running his tongue over my pulse.

“Can I taste you?” I ask, rubbing my hand over his insanely still growing bulge.

“Ada, you don’t have to,” he says sweetly.

“Ulgan, I need to taste you,” I whine, knowing that I need to have him in my mouth.

“Goddess help me, you’re incredible,” he says breathlessly. “Who am I to deny a beautiful woman what she wants?”

Swapping places with him on the couch, it’s my turn to kneel before him. Leaning down, I place a kiss onto his cock through his underwear. He sucks in a sharp breath, cock twitching. Placing my fingers into the waistband of his briefs, I slowly wiggle them down as Ulgan raises his hips to help me finally get them off.

His thick cock bobs in front of my face. It’s a lighter shade of green from the rest of him, with thick veins running down the entire length and ridges that look like a damn sex toy. His knot is on full display, a large swell at the base. A small amount of cum drips down the side, begging for me to lick it.

It takes me a second to get over how desperate I am to finally taste him. Slowly wrapping my fingers as far around his length as I can, I lower my lips to the leaking tip and begin lapping my tongue, collecting his precum. The taste of cinnamon hits my taste buds and I pull back. Does orc cum taste like cinnamon? Raising my head to ask Ulgan, I stop short when I see his head resting against the back of the couch, a look of pure bliss on his face.

My question can wait for later.

Going back to work, wrapping my mouth around him, my tongue massages the little ridges that run on either side of his cock. I know these are going to feel so freaking amazing inside of me. Ulgan’s moans of satisfaction get louder the closer he gets to coming.

My hands work in tandem with my mouth, alternating between licking and sucking.

“You suck me so beautifully,” he pants. “Your mouth is pure heaven. Be a good little mate and keep sucking me.”

There it was again, him calling me mate . Was it just an accident in the heat of the moment?

I don’t have any more time to think about it. His breath quickens. He gently fists my hair, and cums. I try to drink down as much as I can, but some escapes my mouth and runs down my chin.

Licking up the last of his cum off of his cock, I release him with a pop. I collect the cum from my chin with my index finger and playfully lick it off while locking eyes with Ulgan. I could get used to this whole flavored cum thing.

Ulgan places his hands under my arms and pulls me to lay on top of him on the couch. Rubbing my back in comforting circles he says, “Remind me to ruin dinner more often, if this is how the night will end.”

I chuckle, snuggling in closer. “That was incredible.” I hesitate. “Did you call me ‘mate’ while we were…?”

“Um, yeah I guess I did.” Ulgan moves me off his lap and stands from the couch. “Ada, I need to talk to you about something.” He begins nervously pacing the living room, wringing his hands.

My back straightens, fear overtaking me. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop. Let’s get cleaned up and talk.”

After getting dressed, he hands me a glass of water and we go to sit at his dining room table. Why does it feel like there’s something big that I’ve missed?

“Ada, how much do you know about orcs?”

“Well, I know a bit, but I wouldn’t call myself an expert,” I say, giving a nervous laugh. My romance book research and late night online searches probably don’t count for much.

“Orcs aren’t like humans. Not to state the obvious. But we aren’t just physically different from humans, we’re also different in the way that we find partners. Humans date as many people as they’d like, possibly settle down, or settle down with various people throughout their lives. Orcs…we can’t do that. We are biologically made to find our one true fated mate.”

“Okay…That much I do know.” Where is he going with this? Did he find his fated mate and doesn’t want to see me anymore?

“Once an orc meets their fated mate, they’ll do anything to win them over. Primal urges from our ancestors start kicking in. Their mate will be the one and only love of their life for as long as they both live,” he shares, his tone growing serious. “No one else will do, but their mate.”

“How does an orc know that they’ve found their mate?” This was the one thing I never thought about, but should have.

“To start with, there’s the scenting,” he says. “Our mates give off an almost addicting scent that’s uniquely appealing to each orc. We also sense the bond on a soul-deep level. It’s like the final puzzle piece has fallen into place. Your mate fills your every thought, and you only feel whole when you’re with them. A mating bond is permanent and once it’s accepted, it’s forever. That kind of love is something young orcs dream of finding.” His eyes gleam with unshed tears.

“Ulgan, why are you telling me this?” I ask, my stomach twisting in knots. “Have you met your fated mate?”

“Sunshine, you’re my mate.”