She scratches my back. “Of course, I’m staying.”

“Do you want more orc sons? I’m not on anything, which means we’re breeding. Are you sure?”

“I am. I want you and another son.”

And then I sink inside of her and we both cry out in pleasure, loving the feel neither of us have experienced in a year. I move all the way, filling her balls deep. And then I pause with my forehead on hers, letting her get used to the invasion.

She kicks me in the ass. “More. Don’t hold back.”

I love this female. This is what I remember about her—her boldness and sexual stamina. I hold onto the headboard and her leg and soon I’m snorting and groaning, fucking her hard. This is what she wants and I’m giving it to her. She cries out, her voice rising. And then I manage to reach a hand between us and thrum on her clit.

In a moment she’s clamping down on me and screaming out another release.

And I feel my own end moving up my spine. “I’m about to cum,” I rasp. I move both my hands on either side of her torse and bury my release inside of her. The pleasure is so intense and hits me so hard I think I black out for a moment. There’s so much seed it’s leaking down the inside of her thighs.

Finally, I blink awake and feel my cock twitch inside of her. “Again,” I say, like last time.

She laughs. “I swear you went seventeen times last time.”

“This time, eighteen,” I vow. “I’m not always going to be that much. It’s just that when we first met I was a virgin. And this time I haven’t seen you in over a year and I need you.”

She nods. “Let’s do it.”

The first three times are on our bed. Then we run to the front room naked, for more pizza. So I take her on the table. Then we use the shower and I cum inside of here there. We sleep for awhile and when she rises I take her two more times in a row. The next day I spent time helping her to express her extra breast milk. Then we have sex again and I cum in her two more times in a row. She holds up very well, only complaining of a small amount of soreness, but still eagerly wanting more of my large, green cock. She’s amazing.

“Eighteen,” I finally groan that afternoon, as I cum for the last time on her chest. It sprays on her breasts, dripping from her nipples and landing on her chin and nose. And she doesn’t seem to mind in the least. I almost die from pleasure as I watch her use a finger to wipe some from her chin and lick it with her tongue, smiling at the taste.

“I love you,” she pants.

“I love you too female, until days turn into time.”

I spent a few moments, rubbing my seed into her skin on her stomach. Then I rise and prepare a wet washcloth and wipe her clean. And then pass out in her welcoming embrace, this time without ridiculous mumbled words of kidnapping—only words of love are between us.

And we sleep in each other’s arms in the home we’ve created, together.

Epilogue

Drew

Five years later…

“Mom, mom, help me with this.”

I smile and help Bran with his backpack.

Then I stand back and take pictures of my boys on their first day of orc kindergarten and preschool. Their horns are a little taller now and they’ve started growing tiny tusks and they look so very adorable standing together. Our younger son, Friant, is starting preschool today too and stands next to them.

My three boys.

How did I get so lucky?

Our commune has grown enough that we’ve upgraded from only homeschooling to a little school on the edge of the commune. And we’ve hired actual teachers. Well, the teachers are Brides who were once teachers or worked in education in the outside world prior to falling in love with an orc and deciding to move to the commune. The classes are very small at the school. It’s nice to see our little community growing enough for a school and library that holds books written in ancient orc.

Rogan and Miranda stand nearby with many other parents, ready to see their grandchildren and son’s first day of school. Seventeen-year-old Even is entering the small high school room next door. It’s an exciting day for the whole community.

I feel a bit like the growth in the commune—more women giving marriage with orcs a try and wanting to move to the commune—is because five years ago I wrote an adventure fantasy romance book about an orc and the human female he falls in love with. It isn’t our exact life, but it is based upon real orc lore. I sent it to my agent and she eagerly shopped it around and sold it to a major New York publisher. And now I’m still writing a new series that’s selling better than anything I’ve ever written before. I’ve even recently learned that Netflix wants to turn it into a series. This is wonderful because the whole purpose of the book is to show everyone the real lives of orcs. In my author bio I show a picture of me with Whelan and our sons, letting everyone know I’m authentically writing this story and showing them how proud I am of my family.

I love posting pictures of my life on the commune and readers love that I share.

Because of this, all orcs and orc communes have become more interesting to humans. We live in Maine closest to human civilization, so our commune has grown the most. But it’s a nice amount of growth—not too much and not too little. It’s lively with more women and happy, formerly single orcs who have found their Brides.

Finally, school starts and the pictures and hugs end. My big boys walk inside their classroom and I stand outside and watch the door close behind them with tears in my eyes. “My babies.”

Whelan gives me a hug and we climb into our utility cart and drive together, back across the busy commune to our own cabin. We park out front and I step out and can’t believe how quiet it suddenly is. “They’re gone.”

Whelan grins. “I know.”

He pulls me inside and shuts the door behind us. Then he pushes me back against the door and reaches down to lift both my legs off the floor and around his hips.

“Ooh, great idea,” I purr. How perfect that I’m wearing a skirt today. You’d think I’d planned this, but I didn’t.

He tears off my panties and tosses them over his shoulder.

“I want one more,” I tell him.

We have unprotected sex all the time but we’ve been able to take a break between babies because orcs can take an herbal combination that only they know about that causes the seed of orc males to not cause pregnancy, but when it’s stopped the potency immediately resumes. He’s been taking it diligently since the birth of our third son, which I appreciate. But now I want him to throw it out.

“Another son?” he smiles. “Are you certain?”

Our cabin has grown. Whelan added on another room so he and I would both have room to work from home. And he added an extra bedroom. All the rooms are small, but we make do. “Yes, one more son. I want a baby in our life again. He can share a room with Friant. It will be perfect. Do you want this too?”

“I’m always ready to breed my Bride.” He notches his hard cock at my wet core. “You’re ready?” he asks like he always does because of his girth.

“Ready…please,” I pant.

And then he sinks inside of me and we both moan with pleasure.

I love this man so much. Picking him up in a hotel bar was the smartest move I ever made. Moving across the country to track him down was the second smartest moment.

I hope you enjoyed Whelan and Drew’s HEA! Want another story of mine with similar feels? Try His Human Nanny!

My indentured servitude is almost over and freedom is a heartbeat away!

Until some alien guy buys me because he needs a nanny, quick. What? I’m not even good with kids. I’ve never changed a diaper in my life. But the beings at the employment agency won’t listen. “Hew-mans are hot right now. Everyone wants a hew-man nanny.” Great. And since there isn’t another human available…I’m hired on the spot.