Orc Boyfriend: Bryok (complete)

I have been conflicted for some time now and with barely anyone to talk to. With everything happening in the Empire these days, not to mention in my own backyard, all these turmoils have become a cauldron bubbling over. Right now, supporting Arlan has been my main goal. He has always been like a little brother to me and now that Arjun has placed so much on his shoulders, he’s struggling. 

There are those who think my main asset is to marry, my council thinks so, the other houses around me think so. It’s all a mess, I can assure that for certain. People seem to think the only way to get ahead in this world is to marry, murder, or manipulate, the three M’s. Well, I’m not letting those people get to me or my hard earned place in this world. The House of Mainer, as well as Merrypot Hold and the Lostside orchards, will remain firmly in my hands, or at least, in the hands of my son.

It is because of all this and some sound advice from Arlan that I am traveling to Rakshasa Country, to meet with King Dhaval and seek his counsel. Although I know I have much to discuss with the King, it is his mother whose advice I seek. Queen Mythri has become something of a living mythological being in the Empire, not only known as a Goddess of love and peace, she is a hero of litigation and reform. It was her views on education that have shaped the Empire and created this new generation of intelligent and bright youth who are becoming leaders and changers. I have admired Mythri since I was young and read her papers on the importance of equal education for all in the Empire. Back when she was young and first married to Amit, she was called a whore, an idiot, and an attention seeker. My father had attempted to throw away her letters calling for change and action, and I stole them away to read under my covers. I think it was Mythri who changed a lot of women’s lives when they were young.

Rakshasa Country is bright and sprawling, filled with enchanting scents and beautiful people. It is no wonder this place has become the center of the universe as far as our world is concerned. As we are coming into the palace there is a great procession ahead of us. We pass by what looks like a legion of Orcs with others mingled amongst them. The Rakshasa Guard are taking them in and greeting them.

“They’re so big,” Abel says in awe. 

I pet the top of his head. “Orcs are known to be extremely strong warriors. I wonder if Dhaval has called them in to join his army.”

“I thought Orcs only stayed amongst their tribes?” Abel looks up at me with those big green eyes of his, the eyes of his father.

“They do, but-” I sigh as I look at the Orcs in line. “But the world is changing, Abel.”

We are greeted right away by Mythri and her sister Chiyo. I am near tears at being met by both of them, sure I have had meetings with Mythri before, but that was all dishonest, political bullshit. This time I am meeting with her as a friend, and with Chiyo on top of it! I am awestruck.

“I have to apologize, Lady Bianca,” Mythri replies. “Dhaval has been in the Polar tending to Czarina Mila,” she gives me a sympathetic smile. “I hope you understand, he sends his apologies.”

“I am not bothered,” I grin at her. “To be honest, my true intentions were to talk to you. And with your sister here, all the better.”

“Oh,” Mythri gasps. “Well, I’ll try to be as much help as I possibly can.”

Chiyo kneels down to Abel’s level and holds her hand out to him. “Did you come to bring us a new warrior?”

Abel giggles and looks up at me. “Mama said she wanted me to see outside of Ophirin.”

Chiyo smiles and shakes his hand. “Well if you change your mind, we’re training a bunch of new recruits.”

“The Orcs?” I ask. “We noticed them coming in.”

“Sad, isn’t it?” Mythri’s shoulders slouch. “They’re refugees coming in from Obresh.”

I furrow my brow as I look at her. “It has gotten that bad?”

Mythri shakes her head solemnly. “Not yet, but some of the Orcs there do not take kindly to the hold Sanguis has on Obresh. They would rather escape now than wait to see what he has in store.” We started walking into the palace. “It was actually Arlan’s idea that Dhaval take in refugees.”

“Was it?” I gasp.

“An enemy of our enemy is our ally,” Chiyo replies. “The Orcs are exactly Sanguis’ type of warriors, but Sanguis is far from the Orcs’ type of leader. They’re much more peaceful than harsh stereotypes perceive. Besides, in their minds, they only have one leader and they must earn their position.”

“Then why would they trust Dhaval?” I ask. “I mean, I know why Arlan and I have sided with him, but Orcs are another story.”

Mythri shows Abel and I to our room. “Right now, it is not so much about who they follow into war as what they are fighting war for.”

Abel runs into the room and jumps onto the bed first thing.

I notice how Mythri is eyeing him and her lips press into a firm line. I hope she does not see what is so obvious to me.

“In any case,” I quickly step before her, “I would like Abel to take a quick nap. But I would love to talk with you and Chiyo more.”

Mythri nods. “Amit and Himank will be meeting with the Orc leaders this afternoon. I’ll be throwing a banquet to welcome everyone, I would love for you and Abel to join us.”

“Perhaps you could build relations with the Orcs there,” Chiyo suggests. “Surely there is room in your House to take some in.”

I smirk at her. “There is always call for strong men to work the Lostside Orchards.” I then bid them farewell until later and tuck Abel in for a nap. 

That evening Abel and I attend the banquet to welcome in the refugees from Obresh. There is a celebration happening outside, but the feast we join is filled with the Orc tribesmen and the leaders who escaped. I have rarely been around Orcs, but I can see the appeal some people have towards them. They are fortresses of strong muscles, powerful bodies, and rugged exteriors. All my husbands were never this viriel, and I find it quite alluring. I had been widowed since Abel was born, and without a good lover far beyond that. I had heard rumors that Orcs put satisfaction of their partner above all when mating, I could get on board with that. I was still young, I still had time to catch myself a deserving husband.

“Lady Bianca,” Chiyo grabs my hand. “I would like you to meet someone.”

I turn to check on Abel who is playing with Prince Chirayu and Princess Davya, who are throwing food so he can catch it in his mouth. “Of course.”

Chiyo pulls me close, looping her arm with mine. “Abel is a handsome boy. Does he resemble his father?”

“I hope not,” I growl under my breath as a twinge of fear makes me cold.

Chiyo brings me up to a massive Orc who has long, dark curls and tusks capped in gold. “This is Bryok, he’s the son of Leader Max who helped found Obresh.”

Bryok turns and arches his thick brow at me. His features are finer than the other Orcs. Where he has a sharp chin and strong cheekbones, the others features are more rugged and masculine. His nose is perfect and his eyes are a shimmering deep blue. 

“There are far too many beautiful women here,” he says with deep, gravelly voice. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

My face is hot and my heart is beating around inside my chest like a scared bird. “Same to you, Lord Bryok.”

Byrok takes my hand in his passive mitt and kisses my knuckles, bending low to do so. “Just Bryok, none of this Lord business,” he snarls.

“Then by all means,” I lay my hand on my chest, “call me Bianca.”

He smirks. “Bianca, my, fancy name. But I suppose it suits.” He tilts his head to the side and I see in the light, his hair is more auburn than dark.

“Mama!” Abel runs into my side and grabs a hold of me. He then gasps as he looks up at Bryok. “Whoa!”

A look comes over Bryok’s eyes like he’s disappointed but then he laughs and smiles down at Abel. “Handsome lad you got there.”

I pet the top of Abel’s head. “Isn’t he?”

“He must resemble you more than your husband then!” Bryok laughs.

“No husband,” I answer cooly. “And I would hope Abel turns out to be half as lovely as you.”

Bryok’s cheeks darken and he rubs the back of his head. “Well then, you’ve gone and done it, Bianca.”

Abel then tugs at my dress again. “Mama,” he whispers. “Can I go with Davya and Chirayu? They’re going to take me outside for fireworks.”

I kneel down to his level. “You are not allowed to touch one match, young man! Not one match! No fire will come near your hands. Understand me?”

Abel nods and furrows his brow seriously. “Yes, Mama.”

“I have spies, I’ll know if you lie to me!” I kiss his forehead. “Now go on. I know you enjoy those loud things.”

Abel runs off, joining the others to go outside.

“Is he your only child?” Bryok pours a drink and offers it to me. 

“Yes,” I sigh. “Thankfully.”

Bryok sips his drink. “Do you not wish for more?”

I frown and cast my glance aside. “Not without a proper husband. I always said if my husband wasn’t worth his salt, then I would have no child.”

“Was Abel’s father the only one?” Bryok asks with a low voice.

There is a pain deep in my chest and I feel close to tears. “He was-” I whisper with guilt in my voice.

“I am sorry,” Bryok murmurs. “I dreaded leaving my parents behind in Obresh. I wanted to bring them with me.” He gives me a smile. “You are building a strong foundation for Abel. A mother like you, and mine, are what makes good men in this world.”

I blink my eyes rapidly to keep from crying. “What is your mother like?”

“She’s a five foot tall viper,” he laughs. “She’s human, like you,” he replies. 

“Oh,” I look up at him. “You’re half-orc then.”

Bryok nods. “If you were wondering why I was so ‘lovely’,” he laughs.

I smirk up at him. “Perhaps a little, but mostly I was admiring it too much to have a decent thought.”

Bryok’s cheeks darken again. “You’re dangerous.”

I giggle and sip my drink. “I may not be a viper, but I am.”

That evening, after playing with the young royals and the Orc children, Abel is in a sleep so deep that I am able to enjoy some quiet time. I sit up reading but my mind keeps drifting to Bryok. He was certainly handsome and charming, and I loved the way his cheeks blushed when I spoke. He must be a bit younger than me, but still, wouldn’t an Orc leader make a better marriage than someone like the Lords back in Ophirin hounding me?

The next day I have my meeting with Chiyo and Mythri, we sit in a beautiful room just before the garden, so there is natural sun all over us and the scent of blossoms in the air. I explain to them my woes and my fears in Ophirin and how Arlan is trying to carry much of the burden for himself while Alexander gets used to his new seat of power. Lords Hugo Vaylan and Benjicot Osden have been in contact with me, wanting to forge a marriage alliance with me. It was their intent to intimidate House Brachuss, who had no gained power within Ophirin. Out of fear, I have not made their plans known to Arlan, he is still extremely angry and capable of lashing out in ways harmful to the fledgling Ophirin. That is why I wanted to meet with Dhaval, to ask for his help and to warn them ahead of Arlan.

“And it isn’t just them,” I scoff. “The marriage offers have been coming from my own high counsel within Merrypot. They think I have to marry to secure my position and it is driving me crazy. All these old men thinking they know what’s best and whats right for my House is a dick somewhere in it.”

Chiyo snorts and splatters her tea as she drinks. She laughs and wipes her face while Mythri nods along.

“A lot of men think that way. Has Arlan been so adamant?” Mythri asks. “I would like to think my cousin is at least understanding.”

“Arlan has been wonderful. I helped raise that boy,” I scoff.

Chiyo and Mythri cast wary glances to one another.

“What?” I scoff. “What is that look for?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mythri gasps. “It’s nothing, really.”

“I saw it yesterday too,” I huff. “I saw it when you looked at Abel. I saw it again when I mentioned Arlan. Go on, tell me what you think.”

“It’s just that-” Mythri speaks slow as she tries to remain tact.

“Abel looks like an exact copy of Arlan,” Chiyo says bluntly. “It is very hard to ignore, Lady Bianca. Is Arlan his father?”

“No! He’s-” I gasp but I feel the ghost leave me. I let out a long sigh and my shoulders slouch. I then start sobbing uncontrollably into my palms. Mythri and Chiyo sit beside me, comforting me and rubbing my back. 

“It isn’t Arlan!” I cry. “Arlan is like my own brother, I adore him greatly.” I wipe my face and shake my head. “Abel is Armand’s, Arlan’s father.”

“Armand?” Mythri gasps. “Did he know?”

“How could he?” I sob again. “In Ophirin the Goddess Irina looks at bastards as blights! Armand was so devout, if he had known, and if it had ever been made public, it would have ruined us both!”

Mythri frowns horribly. “A Goddess doesn’t get to dictate what the lives of children mean! Abel is beautiful and kind, he is not a blight.”

“I know that!” I blow my nose loudly. “I know that now,” I whimper. “But back when I realized he was conceived I thought I was-” I shudder and Chiyo wraps her strong arms around me. “I loved Armand, I always have-” I whimper as I cling to her back. “Ever since we were young I loved him. But we both were married to others-” I sob into Chiyo’s shoulder. “Armand was your father’s nephew, that is...that is why I came to you. Abel is of your blood.”

“You wanted us to guard him didn’t you?” Mythri gasps. “In case anyone discovered his lineage.”

I nod as I pull away from Chiyo. “Everyday he looks more and more like Armand and Arlan. Like you said, he and Arlan could be duplicates.” I hiccup from crying so much. “I wanted to make sure he’d be with family and taken care of.”

“You don’t think Arlan would ever do anything to you,” Chiyo shakes her head. “Is he devoted to Irina as well?”

“No but-” I rub my eyes and hiccup again. “I am not so sure. I am so scared.”

“Abel is our family,” Mythri replies. “He is darling and we will take care of him if it comes to that. But I suggest you speak to Arlan first. If you want to, we can hold a meeting here so you can be safe.”

I nod and take a deep breath. “I would greatly appreciate the offer.”

As I leave the meeting I feel a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I walk down the hall and I see Bryok leaning out a window. He rises and looks at me and my heart begins to flutter again. 

“Are you ok?” He approaches me. “You look upset.”

I shake my head. “I am fine now,” I sniffle. “Really.”

Bryok brushes his thumb under my eye. “You’ve been crying.” His hand is so big and warm, but his touch is so gentle. 

“I have,” I nod. 

Bryok gives me a smile. “What can I do to make those tears seem distant?” 

His words are an arrow through my heart. “I know we met only a short time ago, but I could I have a kiss?”

“A bold request.” Bryok slips his fingers under my chin. “My a clandestine one.” He dips down and I close my eyes. His tusks touch my cheek first and then his soft lips. The kiss is all too brief but it has wrought it’s damage upon me.

“There,” Bryok’s low growl rumbles in my ear. “Any better?”

I swoon a bit, feeling much younger than my years should allow. “It solved nothing,” I clear my throat. “But it certainly made me feel better.”

Bryok grinned. “Then perhaps you would allow me the honor of doing it more often?”

My heart rattles and I feel knocked off my feet. “Wasn’t one enough?” I ask him, eager to take him up on his offer.

“It isn’t even a start.” Bryok brushes his knuckles against my cheek and then strokes his fingers through my hair. “I don’t mind waiting until I’ve earned the rest.”

I cough and giggle. “Well then, what would you say to dinner?”

“I never turn down a meal.” He slaps his palm to his belly. “Obviously.”

I giggle and smile up at him. “I was just about to go to my chambers and have a meal with my son. I’m sure he’d love to have you join us, he’s been fascinated with the Orcs since we arrived.”

“You’re raising him on your own?” Bryok asks as we walk down the halls.

I let out a sorrowful breath and nod my head. “As much as I can. His father died before he was born, I’m all he knows.”

Bryok smiles at me. “My father used to take in the children of Obresh who had lost their way, or who needed guidance. He raised many children, not just me. He was father to everyone in Obresh, but he always made time for me and my siblings.”

“Sounds like you had a big family,” I chuckle. “The Mainers have always been small families,” I sigh. “Never more than two children, often just one. Fear of usurping of something, I don’t know.”

“Would you want to end that tradition?” Bryok asks with a smirk.

I give him a playful shove. “I am not the young woman I was. If I am to have more, it would have to be soon. Is that what you want? A big family?”

“I wouldn’t mind it,” Bryok chuckles. “I don’t know how to handle anything else.”

“Mama!” Abel waves at me from the end of the hall where he’s standing with Chirayu and a few Orc children.

I wave back to him. “Come along, Abel, it’s time to eat! You can play with your new friends tomorrow.”

Abel hugs one of the Orc children, handing them his toy boat and rushes up to me. He’s filthy from tip to toe, his curly hair is tangled and wild, his clothes are covered in dirt, and his face is smudged all over. He glances up to Bryok and waves. “Hello.”

“Hello, young man,” Bryok chuckles. “You look like you’ve had fun today.”

“You’re a mess!” I scoff. I use a handkerchief to wipe his face off. “What on earth have you been getting into?”

“I helped build something for the little Orc kids today,” Abel said. “I helped Chirayu fetch the wood because I didn’t want the kids to get hurt.”

My heart melts, he’s such a wonderful little boy. “What did you make?”

“Chirayu and Mr. Foluke showed me how to build playhouses from logs and sticks, so we built two for the younger Orc kids. They looked bored so I asked Chirayu if there was something we could do.”

Bryok grins down at Abel and pets the top of his head. “Where’d you learn to be so nice like that?”

“My Mama,” Abel replies.

I hug him tight. “You’re trying to get under my skin.” I take hold of his hand and when we get back to our chambers I help him wash up.

As we eat dinner, Abel goes on about building the playhouses. He also talks about how Foluke was going to show him the armory tomorrow. He then turns to Bryok and looks at him with his big, green eyes.

“What do Orcs fight with?” Abel asks. “Do you use swords too?”

Bryok chuckles. “Sometimes. I prefer an axe myself.”

“Whoa,” Abel says in awe. “Do you throw it?”

Bryok smirks at me when he sees my displeased expression. “I don’t think your mother likes us talking about weaponry.”

“She says she doesn’t want me turning out like the other men in our family,” Abel grumbles with a shrug. “She prefers me inventing things.”

“Ah, you’re a creator,” Bryok leans towards him. “What do you make?”

Abel looks to me. “All sorts of things.” He turns back to Bryok. “I once made a little spinning table for Mom’s jewelry.”

“It’s been very helpful,” I chuckle. “He likes to build things and find ways to make them better. He’s extremely smart, I don’t know where he gets it.”

As the evening wears on Abel falls asleep in front of the fire. Bryok and I go out onto the balcony to enjoy the fresh air and a drink.

“I always thought I was a Mama’s boy growing up,” Bryok chuckles. “But you’re Abel’s hero.”

“I try to be,” I chuckle. “I think he likes you.”

“I’m glad, I like him.” He then places his big hand on my knee. “I like you as well, Bianca.”

My heart flutters and I lean in close to him, pressing my chest against his body. “I would like you too if I wasn’t so smitten.”

Bryok chuckles and cups my cheek. “I’ll take smitten.”

I close my eyes and meet his kiss, wondering how I had gone so long without it. He tastes like the sweet mead I served him and I don’t want to taste anything else.

Bryok continues to make himself available to me, as well as Abel. We have meals together often and I have sat in several meetings with him and Amit and other leaders. He has good manners and a way of delegating that’s both emotional but tactful. Abel has grown fond of him as well and often asks for him when he’s not around. Bryok has shown him much about Orc culture and even gave Abel traditional Orc beads he fashioned onto a necklace. Abel refuses to take the gift off and it has become his most cherished possession.

One day as I am walking in the gardens I notice Bryok approach me. “Good afternoon, what’s with that serious face?” I tease.

Bryok stands before me and I feel a mix of fear and arousal at his harsh stance. 

“Bryok?” I gasp. He grabs me and hefts me over his shoulder. “Wait a second!” I gasp. “Bryok what are you-”

“Back home, the Reaping is a tradition where an Orc picks his mate.” His big hand squeezes my rear. “I have chosen you, Bianca.”

I am rendered speechless and as Bryok carries me to his chambers I am a garbled mix of emotions. He lays me down in his bed and his kisses are hot and intense. I find myself unable to say no as my desire for him has gone out of my control.

“We shouldn’t-” I mewl as he rips off my corset.

Bryok growls. “Take me as yours and I will do all I can to honor you.”

I whimper and push him back. “Before that,” I pant. “There is something you must know.” I pet my hand down his bare chest and lay a kiss on his neck. “Abel he is-”

“He’ll be my son,” Bryok snarls. “I will adopt him and raise him as my own.”

“But-” I gasp and Bryok lays his fingers on my lips. “Your past will not harm me,” he whispers. “No matter what you have done, our future is all that matters.”

I kiss him hard, dragging him down on top of me. His body is heavy but the weight is warm and welcome. I want him, oh goddess I want him. His rough fingers trail down my skin and rub to my folds. He touches me in ways no other man has. His dark snarls in my ear are whispers of praise and worship. The Goddess Irina has never heard such sweet words. To Bryok I am the only goddess in the world.

Bryok takes his fingers and licks them clean with a smug smile on his face. “You’re much more excited than I give you credit for.”

“I know I’m a bit older,” I huff. “But I still like to think that I am just as good as any young thing out there.”

Bryok kisses me. “I am glad Chiyo introduced me to such a fine woman,” he growls. “I care not what your age is, only that I am yours.”

I kiss him and tangle my fingers in his long, curly hair. “Your mother raised a smooth talker.”

Bryok laughs and his cock rubs against my thigh. “You bring out the best in me.”

I bite my lip, knowing I am insane for doing this. If I take on Bryok as my mate, my husband, what trouble will that cause? Who will I piss off? I then grin, realizing that Bryok is the best option after all. 

“Hurry,” I whimper. “Fill me.”

Bryok snarls and bites his lip. “With pleasure.” He rises up and I see his cock bob between his thighs. I suck in an excited breath as I gaze at the size of him. He strokes himself and then leans over to guide himself to my slit. His big hand slips under my lower back and rises my hips up.

I cry out as he enters me, he’s a stretch but I am aroused enough to take him. Bryok snarls and ruts, pushing in a little at a time, pulling back, and then slipping in again. Once he’s deep inside me he snarls and bucks his hips. 

“Oh wow-” I whimper.

“No pain, right?” Bryok pants.

I look up at him and nod. “Only the good kind.”

Bryok rocks his hips, moving himself in me and watching as he does. His great power flows through me, streaming in my blood and making it boil. I have never felt a man like this before, only in dreams have I ever felt this. Even with Armand it was never this strong.

Bryok snarls and grunts, rubbing himself deep inside me. I feel the hot surge in my core and I whimper out loud. 

“I’m going to cum,” Bryok snarls. 

I cry out and throw my head back. “Oh goddess!”

Bryok is moving faster and harder, rattling the bed against the wall. The heat flows through me like lava, burning everything in sight and destroying all that was there. He leaves his seed inside me, thick and warm. We make love again shortly after, and again and again.

I will wait for Arlan to arrive to marry Bryok, and from there, we will take his men to Ophirin and to Merrypot Hold with us. With any luck, we can convince his parents, Max and Maggie, to join us as well. But for now, the important thing is Abel.

“Abel,” I tell him one evening. “Bryok and I have agreed to marry.” I hold his hands tight. “But there is something Bryok wants to ask you.”

“Married?” Abel asks with a bright expression. “You really mean it, Mama?”

I nod. “Yes, but you need to hear him first.”

Abel turns to Bryok who takes hold of both his hands. “I love your mother very much, but you are what is most important to her. Our vows will mean nothing if you are not with us in this.” He smiles warmly. “I am asking you for permission and I am begging you to let me be your father.”

Tears roll down Abel’s cheek. “You’re going to take care of Mama?” He asks. “I know she’s lonely, she needs someone who will be good to her. You have to be that.”

Bryok grins. “Your mother has me wrapped around her finger.”

Abel nods. “But why would you want to be my dad?” 

My heart breaks with those words.

Brok grasps Abel’s shoulders. “Because I love you too and I will claim you until the end of my days. I will proudly announce that no blood can separate us and you, Abel, are my son.”

Abel thrusts his arms around Bryok, holding him fast. All his life, I know he has wished for a father, because I have as well. With Bryok, I feel that now both of our wishes have come true. I no longer have to fear for Abel’s place in this world because Bryok has just given it to him.

“Does that mean I’m an Orc now?” Abel gasps.

Bryok laughs, picking him up and then pulling me into his arms. “Close enough,” he says. “But one more question,” he smirks at Abel. “Do you want to be a big brother?”

Abel’s eyes go wide. “Yeah!” He bounces excitedly. 

“Well then, your mother and I will get to work on that.” Bryok grins at me. “Won’t we, love?”

My cheeks burn hot. “Now is the time.”