The Lovers Orc

Okay this is my first Dream Story.

The Lovers Orc

I was a warrior for the kingdom; I went around the place defeating the nasty monsters that needed killing for the safety of the land. In the morning I would kit myself up in the armour the befitted a man of my job, in truth it was something my wife nicked from the knights armoury pretending to be a prostitute for one of the head knights. Of course it didn’t go further than that, or so my wife says, and I believe her just as I believed her the hundred other times that she has said the same thing. All different men I have found in the house when I have come home early, I trust my wife completely and she loves me dearly even though we have the occasional row and i get thrown out of my own house. Usually someone different comes in then, but I don’t think they have replaced me; they are just there for moral comfort.

Each morning I also put the axes on in my Holts and get a kiss from my wife, though not always as sometimes she is angry that I was so lacklustre in the bedroom on the previous night so she can’t stand the look of me. I go out in the wild wilderness of the land I called home and defeated any monsters I could that were threatening the villages nearby, I didn’t usually get thanked for my work as everyone kept saying that the orcs were alright now a days and that I was raving lunatic axe wielding maniac that needed chopping. I kept on doing it for the love of the job, and if I didn’t who else would do it? The knights had certainly stopped, and I believe that the townsfolk were only saying what they said because they were under duress from the orcs.

This all happened like clockwork every day for the past five years, I was happy with my lot. A beautiful wife that loved me dearly, a job that I loved and protected the world, and food in my belly, what more could a man ask for? Well that all came tumbling down when one day I went hunting I met an Orc woman, which I fell madly in love with. I don’t know why I fell in love with her, she didn’t seem any different from the many other orcs that I saw maybe I was going insane like the man in the village said I had. But I didn’t really care in that moment I just wanted the fine specimen or Orc kind to be in my bed and with me forever. Things didn’t start off great as she recognised me as a killer of her kind and ran away from me, but when I put down the axes and ran towards her and explained my love to her it kind of went up a bit.

At first it started off slowly with me talking, I didn’t know what to talk about at first because i didn’t really want to talk about my daily hunting of her kind and my enjoyment of them. But we came upon something we both liked in the end, Art. We talked lots about art and then one day we ended it with a kiss, I had been waiting for that moment for so long and it didn’t disappoint me. It was so wonderful that i didn’t want it to end, but it eventually did and when I came back I was dancing in the air. And I didn’t mind that the next morning my wife didn’t give me a kiss on the lips. I loved every meeting after that until the inevitable meeting, the one where I had to take her to my bed.

She had been wanting it for awhile now and i always distracted her mind with beautiful pieces of art i saw that day, they were of course imaginary and came straight off the top of my head. But this time I could not distract her with these great paintings and her sex drive was enough that if she didn’t have it she would explode, of course I had a wife which I dearly loved did I want to sully my marriage for this Orc which i had spent my life fighting, or did I want to have a new relationship and talk about art all day? This was the conundrum I felt at that day and I chose the Orc, but I wonder if there is another reality where I chose things differently, it would probably pretty much the same just with a different species. As it is, I wake up every day do not get a kiss from my Orc wife because of my lacklustre skill in the bedroom and go out hunting humans. My life is perfect.