Elf-Orc Boyfriend: Kuno (complete)

Your hometown holds an annual pub crawl that has become a little bit famous thanks to social media. The town was founded by Orcs ages ago, and as such, a large number of pubs have always been the norm. The crawl started when your grandfather was a young man, and others like him charted it meticulously. Back in those days it was seen as a triathlon, a feat of strength and a test of endurance. Even for the Orcs it was seen as a challenge, and one they took very seriously. As the years went on it became less intense, and more of a ‘just get to the end’ sort of thing. 

Nowadays it was a chance for pubs to try out their new brews, snack foods, and for the entire town to make a quick buck on all the tourists coming in. Even though your grandfather had been one of the founding members of the crawl, you had never joined in on it. It seemed that every year since you came of age, you had to go away or were indisposed. 

The last few years you had been struggling to save a relationship as sunk like the Titanic. You planned trips and special things for your now-ex that were all for naught. You broke up a few months ago, and moved back home where you felt safe. Right now, the pub crawl felt like the perfect opportunity to let loose.

You were over at your best friend’s place while she got ready. She lived in a huge house, usually by herself; most of her family was either travelling or had moved away, so you had been staying with her in one of the empty rooms.

Elva was half orc and half elf, but wholly and utterly beautiful like the rest of her family. She was tall and shapely, but also muscular. Back in school she was the girl everyone wanted to get with or wanted to be. The two of you had been friends since you were babies, and you always felt lucky to be friends with someone like her. Her father was an elf who had moved to town in order to start a restaurant, and fell in love with Elva’s mother, an Orc, at first sight. 

“I’ll be ready soon!” Elva dashes out of the bathroom naked while you were looking through a stack of old comics.

“Take your time.” You placed the comics aside and went to check your makeup in the mirror. You hadn’t really done much, just enough to feel good about yourself and look less like a cave person.

“Oh yeah!” Elva stuck her head out of the closet. “My brother said he’d try to meet up with us during the crawl.”

You turn suddenly towards Elva with a stunned look in your eye. “Kuno?” You gasp. “Kuno is in town?”

Elva is adjusting her boobs in the cups of her bra. “Yup! He got in last night but he was staying at a hotel near the airport.” She frowns at the bra and arranges it before slapping on a shirt. 

“I haven’t seen him in ages-” you mumble in shock. 

“That’s what he said. He’s really excited to see you,” Elva yells from inside her closet.

You sit back down for a moment as your heart sputters and jerks in your chest. Back in school, you and Kuno had been something of an item. But since Elva was your best friend, the two of you had kept it secret. You stole kisses during sleepovers, met in dark hallways to talk, hid in the gym to make out. 

At the time, Kuno was getting ready to go to college and wanted to keep the relationship going, but doing so meant that you would have to go public with it. You were terrified about possibly losing your best friend, so you decided to break up with Kuno. You didn’t hear much from him after that, only secondhand stories from Elva and her family. 

It was something you always regretted, and you hated how you had treated Kuno. He had been the perfect boyfriend, always so sweet and caring, and like Elva, he was beautiful. Tall and athletic, his frame was lean and trim. His skin was a pale bluish green and his eyes were a vibrant violet. It’s been years since the breakup, and surely he hasn’t held a grudge. But your guilt remains as a cold lump in your gut.

You and Elva leave the house to start the crawl at the first pub, the Dancing Otter, where things are already getting into full swing. Elva gets your drinks right away, and you start chugging down the specialty brew.

“What’s that look for?” Elva asks. “You look downright timid.”

“Do I?” you huff.

“Is it because I said Kuno was going to meet up with us?” Elva tilts her head down. “You nervous about seeing him again?”

“What?” You force a laugh. “Nervous? Why would I be nervous? I am so not nervous. I am just not… that!” You’re not convincing anyone, including yourself.

Elva arches a perfectly sculpted brow. “I’m not an idiot. I knew about you two.” She takes a swig of her beer and finishes it off.

“What?” You yelp.

“You two were so obvious,” she huffs. “I just didn’t say anything because I thought it would make you two feel bad.”

“I didn’t say anything because I thought it would make you feel bad!” you gasp.

Elva scoffs. “Do you know how many ‘friend’s sisters’ I had gone through in high school?” She giggles. “I had no room to talk.”

You stare blankly for a moment. “So you knew?”

Elva nods, then sighs. “I knew, but then Kuno called me when he went to college. He was crying and heartbroken about your breakup.”

You now feel even more guilty than before.

“He’s not mad, by the way,” Elva murmurs. “He got over it once school started and realized it would have been selfish to try and keep up the whole thing long distance. Especially with his new job and all. It would have ended up much worse had you tried to hold on.”

“Oh,” you say softly. 

Just then, the organizer of the pub crawl starts talking over the intercom system. Their grating voice is only amplified to a much more annoying register by the shitty speaker system of the bar.

“Come on,” Elva tugs your arm. “Let’s go ahead and get to the next one. They have that golden ale I like so much.”

You walk from the pub, joining a small trickle of people who have already taken to the next leg of the crawl. The next pub is the Cackling Witch’s Spitoon, which is well-known for its microbrews and rotating specialties. Elva goes ahead to the front of the bar and starts flagging down a bartender for drinks.

You go to find a place to sit down, knowing an empty seat will be far and few between this evening. You sit down at a small table where there is a bowl of pistachios, and start eating them as you wait for Elva. As you crack a shell, someone slips their hands over your eyes.

“Guess who?” The voice is far too sultry to be human, let alone mortal.

“What?” You grab hold of his thick wrist. “Who is this?”

“That’s not the game,” he chuckles. “You have to guess.” His rich, deep voice makes the hair on the nape of your neck stand on end. 

“You sound nice.” You lick the salt from your lip. “Must be death.”

He laughs. “You’re still funny.” He then presses his nose to your hair. “Your hair smells good too, you know I always liked that.”

“Kuno?” You yelp.

“You got it!” He lifts his huge hands from your face and turns your chair around. “Long time no see, sweetpea,” he says with a grin. His tusks jut from his bottom lip as he smiles at you. He looks the same, and yet so different. He’s filled out more, and his hair has gotten more silver streaks in it, making it look peppered. He’s grown it out too, and his ponytail nearly sweeps down his back.

“Come on, stand up!” Kuno spreads his arms out wide. “Let me give you a hug!”

You get to your feet and Kuno’s strong arms lock around you in a tight embrace. Your face smashes into his shoulder and you breathe in his scent. It hasn’t changed at all, and you’re flooded with memories from high school.

“You have no idea how excited I was when Elva said you’d be home this year for the crawl!” He takes a seat at the table with you. “So how are you?”

“I’m okay; I just moved back.” You fidget in your seat, not used to how beautiful Kuno is anymore. 

Kuno’s honey colored eyes widen. “Really? Why?”

You huff. “Messy breakup,” you grumble.

“Oh no, another one?” He smiles as he teases. “I’m sorry to hear that, sweetpea. You ok?”

You nod. “It needed to happen. We’d just been together so long it felt like that’s how it had to always be,” you say. “But it wasn’t supposed to.” You give Kuno a half smile. “So I’m home, and I’m actually enjoying it.” You reach out and touch his arm. “What about you? How are you doing? Dating any supermodels from your photoshoots?” You ask.

“What, me?” Kuno scoffs. “Oh god, no, I’m not good-looking enough to date them!” He throws his head back with a laugh.

“Fucking liar!” Elva says as she slams down steins of beer on the table. “You know exactly how good-looking you are, don’t even try to hide that bullshit.”

“Ah, my beloved kin.” Kuno replies as he takes a stein.

“Did I ruin a moment?” Elva smirks.

“Not yet, but I’m sure some time this evening you will,” Kuno scoffs. He then winks at you. “Unless you want her to, that is.”

“No!” you blurt out anxiously, and then start to laugh. “I mean, well, nothing to ruin!” The pub starts to fill with people from the crawl. As it begins to get packed, Kuno helps you get out of the crowd and leads you onto the street to head to the next location.

At the next pub, Kuno goes to get the drinks and an appetizer. As he wades through the crowd, Elva grabs you and pulls you close to whisper into your ear.

“You say the word and I’ll get lost,” she says.

“What?” You look her over.

She nods towards the direction Kuno left. “Just let me know if you need me to scram or anything.” She winks at you. “I’d be more than happy to give you some alone time.”

“No, really, you don’t have to do that. I doubt there is anything left between Kuno and me,” you reply.

“Don’t be too sure about that.” She pops her lips. “Besides, weren’t you just telling me how you wanted to get dicked down so your ex isn’t the last person you slept with?”

You grimace, feeling awkward that you had blurted that out to her one evening in a moment of frustration. “No, Kuno and I aren’t like that anymore.”

“Sure, sure, sweetpea.” She then smiles innocently as Kuno returns to the table with stuffed dumplings and beer.

“Oh, look at the time!” Elva grabs her beer and a dumpling. “I have to get going.”

You glare at Elva. “What do you mean? This is only the third pub!”

“Yeah, it’s time for me to find someone to have a drunk makeout with.” She waves at you. “You two have fun now!” She scampers off into the growing crowd, and you and Kuno sit there in silence for a moment.

“Man, if I only had half the balls she did,” Kuno laughs as he drinks.

“I know,” you grumble before shoving a dumpling in your mouth.

“Oh well,” he shrugs, “gives us a chance to catch up.”

You smile at him, feeling silly for being so nervous. “Yeah, that’ll be nice.” You lean forward on the table. “So how are you enjoying work? Being a big-shot photographer must be nice.”

“Eh,” his lip curls, “it’s ok. Gets kind of boring after a while. I miss home. I never thought I’d get homesick, and yet I am constantly. But when I’m at home I miss work.” He laughs and shakes his head. “Being an adult sucks.” He motions his glass at you. “What about you? You still doing that advice column?”

You shake your head. “Ex was an editor at that magazine,” you sigh. “So I quit. Been mainly doing freelance work.”

“Oh damn,” Kuno sets his glass down. “I know some editors from my work, want me to see if I can get you an interview with any of them?”

Your heart skips a beat. “You don’t have to do that. I’m fine right now.”

“Yeah, but imagine getting a job at some big-shot magazine. You’d really be sticking it to your ex then,” he chuckles.

You roll your eyes. “That would be nice. But really, I’m doing fine right now and I’m enjoying going slow.” You gulp down your beer and sigh. “The only thing I want to stick to my ex is that I’m banging someone else.”

Kuno’s expression shifts and he looks scared. “You’re… you’re seeing someone else?”

“No,” you huff. “I mean I-” you lean back in your chair. “I mean I want to find someone else. I’ve not dated anyone, let alone banged, in months!”

“Oh, good.” Kuno sighs and relaxes in his seat.

“‘Oh, good’?” You stare him down.

Kuno’s cheeks darken and he smiles softly. “Well yeah,” he rubs the back of his neck. “You’ve always been my maybe girl, sweetpea.” He looks up at you with puppy dog eyes. “I always kind of hoped we’d reconnect eventually.”

Your heart has stopped beating altogether from how many skips it’s taken. “Oh, wow,” you murmur. “Kuno, that’s uhm… that’s actually kind of the pick-me-up I needed.” You giggle like a schoolgirl.

Kuno leans in and presses his lips to your ear. “Remember that night in the bathroom?” He whispers. “You had come to spend the night after Halloween, and Elva passed out watching Buffy reruns?”

Your cheeks grow hot from just his lips on your ear. “Uh huh,” you nod.

“Remember how the cold tile felt on your skin?” His deep voice rumbles through every nerve in your body.

“I remember your tongue more than anything.” You move closer to him, placing your hand on his thick thigh.

Kuno chuckles and places a kiss on your temple. “I shouldn’t tease you in public like this,” he murmurs. 

“It’s ok.” You rub your palm up his leg. “It’s nice talking about old memories with you. They’re some of my favorites.”

Kuno smirks as you tilt your chin up. You kiss, and the feeling is still the same. The way his tusks brush against your cheek and he slips his fingers under your chin. He moans softly as your lips part, and he withdraws to place the same small kiss on the tip of your nose.

“You like that, sweetpea?” he whispers.

You gulp down a breath. “Of course I do.”

He kisses you again and tangles his fingers in your hair, grabbing the nape of your neck and pulling you closer. He moans and ducks his head, burying it against your hair and neck. He chuckles darkly. 

“I’m getting too excited, I feel like an idiot kid again.” He kisses your neck.

You stroke up and feel the bulge in his pants. He growls low in your ear as you squeeze his erection, and he bites you.

You moan and slide your hand up his chest. “Don’t do that!” You push him back to see his hungry grin. 

“Forgive me, but you started it.” He finishes his beer then gives you the eye. “Let’s get out of here, find somewhere more quiet.”

You grab hold of his hand and follow him out the door. You leave the crawl altogether and go to his car in the parking lot. As soon as the doors are closed you’re making out like high schoolers all over again. 

“Wait a second,” Kuno pants. He brushes your hair from your face and cups your cheek. “This isn’t going to be some fling to you, is it?” His thumb brushes across your bottom lip. “Because I intend to make you breakfast in the morning for a long time after this.”

You bite his thumb and watch the smirk grow on his lips. “I’ve wanted to make it up to you for a long time, Kuno. If it means a few dates and a few more memories to add to the collection, I’m in for it.”

Kuno kisses you, and you move in close. You stroke your hand down his stomach and open up his jeans, letting loose the beast straining to get out. You stroke his cock in your fist while he bites and kisses your neck. His lips move down as he tugs your shirt and bra up. He sucks your breasts, teasing each nipple. As he does the tip of his cock leaks and dribbles over your fingers.

“Still as messy as ever,” you moan.

“Do you realize how long it’s been since I’ve gotten this excited?” Kuno snarls between kisses.

“Probably about the same as me.” You smirk at him and dip down. You swirl your tongue around his tip before taking him into your mouth.

“Sweetpea, wait,” he moans. He throws his head back and sighs. “Oh, fuck. Oh, holy fuck.” He kneads his fingers into the nape of your neck as you rub your tongue up and down his shaft. You take him back in your mouth, sucking him hungrily. His pulse trembles on your tongue and you reach between your legs to quell the ache that’s growing there.

“That’s enough.” Kuno chuckles. “I can’t take it anymore.”

You lift your head and smirk up at him. “Should I move to the backseat? I doubt you’re in any state to drive.” You swirl your finger around his tip. “This is in the way.”

Kuno grins and kisses you. “Get your pants off and get back there.”

You squeal excitedly, doing just as he asks. You kick away your jeans and lay on the backseat. Kuno opens the door and pulls your hips towards him as he kneels.

“Wait!” You gasp. “Like this? Won’t people see?” 

Kuno’s tongue is on your slit and your back arches off the seat. You moan and cup your hand over your mouth. His tongue laps you up and slips inside. He then kisses your mound and belly before his lips suction over your clit. You chomp down hard on your lip as you try to keep quiet. You writhe on the seat as Kuno’s fingers slip inside you. It’s easy work for him, you’ve always been sensitive.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” you moan out loud. Your thighs clamp around his head and his tusks rub against your skin.

Kuno chuckles, rising up from between your legs. “You’re better than I remember.” He grabs your legs and rubs his cock to your slit. “Remember this?”

“Kuno,” you whimper. “Get in here and close the door.”

“Don’t have a fit,” he growls. “I’ll be quick, don’t worry.”

You huff and lift up your shirt. “Just hurry,” you mewl. “Give it to me.”

“Your wish is my command, sweetpea.” He guides his cock inside you, slipping in and taking your breath away. You remember how tightly he fit and how good that was. You had missed this overstuffed sensation more than you realized.

“That’s it,” Kuno rolls his hips. “That’s my girl again.”

You whine as he drives into you, in hard, powerful thrusts that shake the car as well as your soul. You cry out and dig your fingers into the seats. All these years were worth it for just this one moment.

“God, I’m not used to you anymore,” Kuno leans into the car, kissing you and moaning. He shudders and his jaw hangs open.

“Hurry,” you whimper. “I’m close.”

Kuno snarls, driving himself to go faster. You cry out with each movement, shuddering and spasming until you’re almost levitating. Kuno’s snarls choke off in his throat, and he grunts and sighs as his heat flows inside you.

You kiss and hold one another for as long as you can, but Kuno soon pulls up his pants, moves to the front seat, starts the car and drives you away. You giggle and swoon in the back seat.

“I haven’t felt this good in ages,” you sigh.

“I can tell,” Kuno chuckles. “I hope I can just walk to the front door.” He glances in the rearview mirror at you. “You alright?”

“I’ll be fine.” You start getting dressed again, then join him in the front seat. You kiss his cheek, then grab his hand. “I’m looking forward to getting back and taking a shower with you.”

He grabs your thigh and massages his fingers into it. “Me too. Then maybe we’ll take a bath and get clean,” he teases.

“What are you planning to make me for breakfast?” You look up at his lovely face.

“Waffles?” He steals another kiss. “Or maybe I’ll just eat you.”

“We have a lot to make up for,” you murmur. 

Kuno squeezes your hand. “I won’t let go this time, not so easily,” he whispers. “I won’t let my maybe become a dream, sweetpea. This is now or never for me.”

You take his hand and kiss his knuckles. “I’m ready.”