Vanessa
It took me forever to fall asleep, and when it finally came it was a hazy dreamstate, not the deep and restful slumber that my body craved. I dreamt I was eleven years old, in the exam chair at Pigeonpond Orthodontic getting my braces applied. The orthodontist, a hulking half-yeti woman, couldn’t get the braces applied on account of my teeth falling out one after another like tiny hard candies. She shone a bright light in my eyes, moving it closer and closer, trying to get a better view of my gaping mouth. The light was bright, impossibly bright.
My eyes snapped open. The overhead light in my room was on, glaring uncomfortably in my face. I heard the rumble of the forced air begin to move through the house. The power was back!
I glanced at my watch, and saw that it was just after one in the morning. I stood to shut off the light in my room, and realized that I was still feeling the effects of the wine. Well, it was better than the inevitable hangover, I thought. I stumbled to the switch and shut the light off, then saw a bright sliver of light spilling under the door. I pulled a robe over my t-shirt and underwear and tread into the hall. I worked my way towards the front of the house, turning off lights as I went.
Tom was still asleep in the living room, curled up on the couch with a loose knit blanket pulled over him. He looked cold, and I smiled before flicking out the living room lights. I thought about nudging the thermostat down, but decided that would be too cruel.
The stairs creaked behind me. Torwood was standing above me, again naked but for those loose linen pants.
“Torwood. The power is back on,”
I said stupidly.
“Yes. I am concerned that the stove was left on,”
he replied.
Oh. Good thought, Torwood. I followed him to the kitchen where the stove was in fact not on.
“Well. Better to be safe,” he said.
We stood in the kitchen just looking at each other.
“I think we should talk,”
I said to him, my voice hushed. I wasn’t sure we would have a chance tomorrow, with the whirlwind my brother was sure to spin up as soon as he awoke.
“Yes. I agree,”
he replied.
“Uhm,”
I stumbled. I toyed with the strings on my hoodie, not sure how to begin this. “Well I want to say I’m sorry about Tom. He’s not...I mean you know him. He’s not a bad person, but he hates this town, and he’s following orders from my dad, who wants nothing to do with this place. Tom wants things dealt with as quickly and painlessly as possible, so he can get gone.”
Torwood took a deep breath. “Is that what you want, Vanessa? To be gone?”
Shit. I turned away from him and pressed my palms against the cold tile of the counter. A few days ago I could have easily said yes. But things had changed so fast. My life in the city felt like the dream now, here in Pigeonpond it felt like my heart had started beating again.
“No,”
I said finally. The alcohol in my system made it a bit easier to admit this truth.
“What do you want?”
he asked. I heard him move behind me, stepping forward. I turned again and he was right there. His scent filled my nose, and I wanted to press my face into him again, to feel his wide forearms around me.
But something held me at bay. I kept my gaze turned down.
“What happened the other night?”
I asked. “When I came to your room. What was the promise you made Tom? I want you, Torwood. Don’t you want me too?”
I knew I would cringe at my words in the morning, but they felt essential now.
His body stiffened, and he took a small step back and away. He was lost in thought for what felt like an eon.
Then he began to speak, with a careful cadence that sounded like he had rehearsed the words in his head many times before.
“Thomas was once my closest friend. I never had an easy time with others, especially with humans, and it was only thanks to his friendship that I was able to make it through our school years. Before I go on, I must express that my friendship with your brother was real, and I owe him greatly for it.”
I knew it was true. Torwood and Tom were thick as thieves in middle and high school. Tom was always very popular, and I saw firsthand how he used that popularity to shield the gangly, quiet Torwood.
“It was known that you were off-limits to any of Tom’s friends, and I always swallowed my feelings when I was around you. That is, until that night on the train tracks. You ran away with my heart on that night, Vanessa. And then, later that summer when Tom discovered us in the park, it was the greatest shame I had ever experienced. Tom made me swear never to touch you again, and he, well...he made my life quite difficult afterwards. When your family moved away, it hurts me greatly to say but I was relieved. I have been trying to be a better man, Vanessa. A man who doesn’t betray his best friend.”
I exhaled slowly. Torwood turned, unable to face me, seating himself at the kitchen table and boring a hole into the table with his gaze.
“When I moved in with Shirley, I wanted only for you to come back. I knew that I should have stayed away, should have refused her offer, but I could not. When you showed up at my door several days ago, I was...overcome. I was in no way prepared to see your face, or hear your voice again. I wanted to apologize for everything, for not seeing you again before you left, and for not trying to contact you. But all I could hear was the pounding of my own heart, drowning out all words.”
“I am a dishonorable man, Vanessa. I could not honor my promise to my friend, and I could not make up for the pain I caused you.”
Torwood took a shuddering breath. “You asked if I want you? No man has ever wanted anything more. But now you see that I am no creature who is worthy of you. I should not disrupt your life any further.”
I reached out a hand to touch Torwood’s shoulder, but he stood suddenly. Without another word, he strode out of the kitchen. I was left standing there, feeling like he had slammed a door in my face once again.
This was ridiculous. Torwood was the kindest, most respectful man I had ever met. He had been beating himself up for ten years over what, a broken teenage promise?
Oh god, but I wasn’t much better. I had known for ten years that I still felt love for Torwood despite the hurt he’d caused me, but I had never reached out either. My mask had fooled even me, and if it wasn’t for Torwood and this trip I may have never known the truth. The lunacy of it all struck me. I knew exactly what I wanted, and I knew exactly how to get it.
***
I ran down the hall after Torwood. He had begun to ascend the stairs, and I reached through the balusters to grab the hem of his pants. He looked down at me, and I up at him.
“I don’t care that you broke a promise, Torwood. You don’t owe Tom anything. He was wrong then, and he’s wrong now. I want you, Torwood.”
He hesitated, looking down at me.
“Vanessa, I...I don’t know if we should do this.”
“Why?”
His eyes were on fire. “Because once we start, I won’t be able to hold back.”
My breath caught. I was going to fuck this man until it killed one or both of us.
I moved quickly around the railing and approached him from below. He was impossibly tall above me, a single candle casting shadows on his well-defined muscles. I placed a hand on his abdomen, and felt his breath quicken. The shadow of his cock against his pants grew longer, and I pushed harder against him. He leaned back, hands contacting the stairs, until his back contacted the stairs. I was almost on all fours, and began to crawl up him, past his stomach, his chest, until finally my face was above his.
I saw his gaze dart over to my brother, whose sleeping form I could almost see on the living room couch, not fifteen feet away. My brother who had caused this gentle giant so much pain, just so that he could play the protective older sibling.
“He’s not here,”
I said. “It’s only me.”
I kissed Torwood deeply. His body was stiff, almost thrumming with tension. As I held my lips to his I felt him soften, yield to me, begin to touch me, slowly at first. And then, all of a sudden, not slowly at all. His hands were all over me, tugging up the hem of my hoodie, working their way under the waistline of my sweatpants, kneading my ass, caressing my back. He kissed me all over, moving from my face to my neck, causing me to whimper in pleasure. He moaned in appreciation as I pushed my leg back, my lower thigh contacting his manhood. I pulled back and reached down his body, wrenching down his pants, hungry for my first real look at his cock.
It was, like the rest of him, a thing of beauty and power, with proud ridges bracing over its width and a green tip that turned almost pink around the rim. To my surprise he was well-groomed, the base of his cock to his heavy balls trim and tidy. His cockhead was already wet, with beads of cum pearlescent in the candlelight.
I slid down him, stripping my pants as I went. I wanted him to feel how wet I was as I moved down his left side, lower and lower until my hand finally enclosed around him. His penis jumped in my fingers, and I was amazed at how heavy and full it felt. I withdrew my hand briefly and pressed two fingers to myself. They came away soaking wet, and I returned my hand to his length. I began to stroke him up and down, circling a thumb around his head and mixing the moisture of my pussy with his precum.
Torwood groaned and shuddered, then grabbed me firmly. One of his hands removed my grip from his cock, while the other clutched my thigh.
“Vanessa. I am going to die if I don’t taste you,”
he said. The pressure on my thigh became greater, and he dragged me back up him, straining towards my pussy like a man possessed.
Well, I wasn’t about to protest that. I positioned myself over his face, braced my knees against the stairs, and felt his mouth make contact with my dripping wet pussy.
Oh, god. His lips were huge and impossibly soft, engulfing my entire pussy with ease. He began to press forward with his tongue, sliding it deeper into my folds until finally it grazed lightly against my clit. I had to grip the bannister and clamp my palm over my mouth to keep from crying out. This only seemed to encourage him, as his hands tightened on my thighs and he pulled me even deeper against his mouth. He began mixing his lapping strokes against my clit with deeper probing movements that split me open on his tongue.
“Yesss,”
I hissed, and he seemed to get the hint. His tongue plunged into me, further than I believed possible, then further still. I gasped, and ground myself down onto his mouth, rubbing my clit furiously against his lips while his tongue found the throbbing swell of my G-spot. If he were a human man I would have been concerned that I was crushing him under me, but Torwood’s massive head and thick neck made me feel like I was the one trying to stay upright on a bucking bull.
“Oh fuck, Torwood. Keep...that. That,”
was all I could say. In the shape of his lips beneath my pussy, I thought I felt him smile. I could feel that I was going to cum very soon, and that it would be a big one. He held me tightly as I shuddered and moaned in ecstasy. Orgasmic waves rolled over me, shooting stars through my vision. I collapsed forward, and he withdrew his tongue, running it along my clit as it returned to his mouth, sending a cascade of clenching shivers through my body.
Limply, I slid back down until I was level with his face again. The bastard was grinning, just like he had when we were teenagers. Collecting myself, I kissed him again, loving the taste of my own sweetness on his lips. His hands moved up to my ass, and I knew that this was nowhere near over.
“My turn,”
I said, and made sure that his golden eyes were locked with mine. I sat up and skinned my sweatshirt and tee in one go, throwing them up the stairs and out of the way. I was naked now, grinding my pussy against his body as he reached up and brushed my nipples with his long fingers. Part of me wanted him to suck them, as I was almost certain I could reach another orgasm from the combination of his lips on me and the movement of my clit against his skin. Despite how nice that sounded, I could read on his face that he wanted more. And fuck, I needed more too.
Like our bodies knew precisely where to move, I pressed myself downwards and felt the tip of his cock enter me.
I gasped. He was, it went without saying, far bigger than any man I had been with before. His palms moved to my hips, but he didn’t press me further onto him, instead waiting while I adjusted to him. I curled my head into his chest and closed my eyes, just feeling the warmth of him inside me. Then, slowly, I slid further down his length. Each inch was excruciatingly pleasurable, like a need that had been unknown even to me was finally being filled.
Then, the first ridge. It came almost as a surprise, and I thought for a moment that I had reached my limit. Of course I had not. I was barely halfway down his cock, already as deep as I had ever felt. I looked back up at him, a whimper escaping my throat. His face was gentle, and he stroked my back as I lay on him.
“It is okay if this is as far as you can go,”
he said reassuringly.
As far as I could go? That sounded like a challenge to me. I grabbed his big hand and brought it to my face, placing the flesh below his thumb between my teeth. Then, biting down just hard enough, I pushed myself further, feeling my lips part to let the ridge pass. With a sudden slip it entered me, and I bit down with more force than I had meant. Torwood’s hand jerked slightly, but did not move. I looked up, wanting to know if I had hurt him.
“Are you alright?”
he asked me. His eyes were heavy with lust, not pain.
Of course. I almost bit his hand off, but it was me he was worried about. I took his hand playfully back in my mouth, and pushed myself down further. I was able to manage two more ridges before I truly bottomed out, my mind going white with the pleasure and pain of taking him in that way. Torwood moaned, and his claws dug into my thighs. At last I began a subtle up and down rhythm, and his cock throbbed inside me with every movement. It was almost too much, almost sent me spiraling into a second orgasm, but I was able to hold on.
Seemingly unable to resist and longer, Torwood braced his elbows against the stair step beneath him, and with the renewed leverage began pumping into me. I stifled a cry, and my head dropped down again to his chest, letting him simply hold my lips and fuck me like a ragdoll. His grunts became throatier, and I felt like I would lose my mind as the big orc moaned my name.
“Vanessa, oh gods, Vanessa, I’m going to cum,”
he growled into my ear.
“Cum in me,”
was all I could manage. His orgasm was a volcano, his entire body tensing, his back arching, all the energy contained in his form coursing down and through his cock. My movements ceased, as all I could do was grab him and hold on while his hips bucked like a wild horse, driving him impossibly deep into me. I felt one more ridge pass inside me and I gasped, unaware that there had even been more of his cock to take. Torwood’s hot seed quickly filled me to the point of overflowing, coating his stomach and my inner thighs were in his cum. At last his body went slack beneath me, and he was left glowing in the aftershock of the most unbelievable orgasm I had ever witnessed.
“Holy...oh my fuck,”
I said. His eyes were closed, head resting back on the edge of a step, but a lazy smile crept across his face. I realized to my astonishment that he was still hard inside me, and had begun to shift his hips slowly up and down once again.
Needing no further encouragement, I placed my hands squarely on his chest, and decided that two orgasms was the bare minimum I would accept tonight. With the ridges of his cock pressed firmly against my front walls, I started riding him once again. I was pleasantly surprised to find that his cum had mixed with my own wetness, creating such an abundance of lubrication that I was now able to slip over his cock ridges with more ease. I began to bounce on him, crying out with the exhilaration of taking such a massive length over and over. Fully recovered now, Torwood worked his hands beneath my ass, squeezing it and using his considerable strength to help push me up and down.
A truly monumental orgasm began to build in me, originating deep inside my abdomen. I knew it would be a kind of orgasm I’d only had a few times before, a whole-body shaking, G-spot pulsing screamer. I clamped a hand over my mouth preemptively, and was delighted when Torwood freed one of his own hands and replaced mine with it. I leaned into him, and prepared for the avalanche that was bearing down on me.
Then, Torwood craned his neck up, and his lips brushed against my ear.
“I love you very fucking much, Vanessa Greywick.”
Oh my god, that did it. A wave of heat rolled out from the pit of my stomach and traveled to every end of my body, filling me with tingles. My vision became spotty, and I devoted all of my energy to muffling the scream that I projected into Torwood’s hands. My shaking legs gave out and I dropped down onto him, impaled on his cock, the motion only pushing me further into the depths of my ecstasy. The world went black. Everything was warmth, and wetness, and ragged breath. And Torwood. Beneath the smell of sex was the scent that was so impossibly him, the smell of his sweat, the smell of his hair, the permeating pheromones of his arousal.
I lay on top of him for an endless moment, and did not even question the realization that I was completely in love with him. That I had been for a long time, and would be for as long as I lived. Torwood was my safety. Torwood was my home.
***
Feeling like a wrung out dish towel, I finally pushed myself off of my orc. He had been stroking my hair and placing soft kisses on my forehead, and I knew unquestionably that if I didn’t act I would be fast asleep in seconds.
He gazed at me as I tried to find my pants and underwear, and regain some semblance of dignity and control after that world shattering orgasm.
“You are a thing of pure magic,”
he whispered, and I was smiling even before I fully registered his words.
“You cornball,”
I teased, grinning now. “You think just because you gave me two of the best orgasms I ever had, you can say things like that to me?”
He smiled back, and we quietly collected ourselves. I nervously peered once again at the dark shape of my brother, and he appeared to still be sleeping. If he’d indeed caught us, it seemed like he was planning to hold onto it until a later date.
“Well...goodnight,”
I said to Torwood as he began to move up the stairs.
“Wait. Vanessa,”
he said, and I looked back up again. He moved quickly, and pulled me in for a deep kiss. A real kiss, not one borne of naked lust, but a kiss that communicated a deeper kind of need. No, not a need. A promise. He held me in the promise for a long moment, then broke the kiss and moved away.
“I cannot wait to see you tomorrow,” he said.
I walked lazily back to my room, beaming like a teenager the whole time.