Page 18 of The Orc Who Hated Christmas

“My father was an orc.” Graal shrugged. “But I’ve never met him.”

“Oh.” Cas wanted to ask more questions. But the tightness in Graal’s shoulders caused him to hold his tongue.

For several moments, they walked silently as the markets buzzed around them. A brass band played a Christmas melody. Cas cast for a new topic.

But Graal spoke first. “Growing up, I lived with my mother and her husband, Jordan. I was born before they met and married.” Graal’s voice remained steady, eyes forward, gait constant. “Jordan and my mother had a son together. I don’t see them anymore.”

Cas heard the tension vibrating beneath the words. Graal left out a lot of details, but Cas would bet they contained a wealth of suffering.

Cas’s chest clenched at the unsaid words. He wanted to comfort Graal and tell him that he did not deserve to be treated poorly by his family. But Graal hadn’t told him he had been.

So instead, Cas reached out and slid his hand into Graal’s, his slender fingers interlacing with Graal’s thick ones. Cas squeezed in what he hoped was a comforting manner.

Graal turned to him. His throat bobbed.

They wandered through the markets, hands entwined. Cas pointed out what the different stores sold. They didn’t buy anything. Cas had spent all his money on materials tomake his Christmas outfits. And Graal, although curious, didn’t seem keen to buy anything. So they just walked, taking in the ambience.

He kept glancing at Graal, admiring him, his thick body, his soft-looking black hair, and his pointed ears. Cas wanted to tease the tip of his ear between his teeth.

What sound would that elicit from the orc?

Cas jerked his gaze away. “That man is a master woodworker, and he makes wooden Christmas figures. But they are pretty expensive. We have a few figures that have been passed down through the family. They sit on the mantel in our apartment.”

As they moved through the crowds, bodies brushing together, the arousal steadily built inside Cas. His gaze flirted with the sizeable bulge in Graal’s pants.

He bit his lip. It definitely looked like Graal was big all over. His arsehole clenched and his mouth watered at the thought of getting his hands or lips on Graal’s dick. He wanted to beg Graal to slip away with him behind a stall and have his way with Cas.

Cas blew out a breath. He had always appreciated a large cock. It was by no means necessary for enjoyable sex. He’d experienced many cocks of varying sizes. He himself would no doubt be significantly smaller than Graal. Still, the fantasies kept spinning in his head, and heat thrummed through Cas’s blood.

Keep calm. Just enjoy the pretty glittery Christmas markets rather than focus on what Graal packs in his trousers.

How long would his dick be? How thick? Would Cas gag as he tried to swallow the wide girth? Would Graal’s dick stretch his hole to that delicious point where pain and pleasure blurred? Would Graal tease his puckered hole with the tip of his cock that might be bigger than any Cas had ever known?

Fuck me dead now!

Cas blew out a breath, trying to get a hold of himself. The two of them were just enjoying a festive stroll. No need to be a perverted creep with his mind in the gutter.

“And there is the master glass blower, selling his different decorations.” This is what Cas should be doing, showing Graal the glass baubles.

He spotted several dangling green balls.

How big were Graal’s green balls? Would they be heavy? Filled with so much seed that Cas wouldn’t be able to swallow it all? Would it dribble from Cas’s mouth, spilling over his throat and chest? Or would his semen fill Cas’s belly before pouring out of his hole and sliding thickly down his inner thighs?

Cas shivered.

Sweet fucking Christmas tree! Where is my head? Why can’t I think of nothing but Graal fucking me?

“Are you cold?” Graal asked.

“What?”

“You shivered. Are you cold? Here, take my coat.” Graal took off his coat. Then he paused, glancing at Cas’s wings. “Oh. Your wings.”

Without thinking, Cas folded his wings down against his back.

Graal draped the coat over Cas’s shoulders, patting it into place. His brows furrowed. “Sorry it’s not as nice as your clothes.”

“It’s perfect. Thank you,” Cas whispered, wrapping the oversized coat around him. It came down to below his knees. Two of Cas could fit in here.