The Ruby Empire

Max the Orc

Female Reader x Male Monster

For a while now you've been watching him, he comes into the village with his load of kills and sells them all to the highest bidder. Once he has his gold he drinks all night and sleeps all the next day, coming out during the evening only to eat and then be on his way. Nonetheless, you've taken a shine to him and now you know exactly what you want.

He's big a mean looking, always an angry scowl on his face. One eye is permanently shut, a long, gnarled scar going down from the forehead to his chin. You heard several stories about how he lost that eye. Some day to a misfortunate knight who crossed his path, others say a monster more hideous than him. There are too many tales to know the truth. As many scars as he bares it really doesn't matter anyway. All you wanna do is climb him like a tree.

You know your taste doesn't make much sense, wanting to bed one of the most fearsome orcs in the village. Yet you have this craving for him, ever since the first time, you saw him. Big and hulking, his hands could crush you without trying. His broad chest was hairy, his belly hard and pooched and stuck over the top of the belt. You knew he could rip in half in more ways than one, but still, you wanted him. No one else compared.

The next time he is in the village you follow him to the bar and slip up beside him, ordering a drink. You sit in silence, catching him from the corner of your eye as he downs pint after pint like he's drinking tiny cups of tea. Your heart hammers and you bite your lip as you watch the muscles in his arms bulge.

You tap his arm, touching him finally. "Excuse me," you voice squeaks.

He glares down at you and snorts, his nostrils flaring. You smile up nervously at him, trailing your fingers along your exposed cleavage. "Sorry to be a bother, but I am awfully curious about something."

He doesn't look at you at all, he turns away and grunts. "The fuck is it?" He downs another pint and you have to gather up your courage again.

"Your eye," you say, "I don't believe the stories people have been telling. I wanted to hear the truth, straight from the horse's' mouth."

He slams his cup down and you jump slightly. "You want to know the truth," he scoffs. "I don't pay for pleasure. I can find that for free elsewhere."

"Pleasure?" You snap at him. "I am not-" you feel heat rise up your throat and to the tips of your ears. "I was asking you a genuine question!"

He scoffs, "I know you see the gold on my hip. I'm not stupid."

"I'm telling you the truth," you insist, "I just want to know about your eye. I don't want your money at all!"

"Sure, sure, little girl. Prettier creatures than you have tried to satisfy me and failed. I'm not paying for poor results." He attempts to stand and move away from you but you rear back and punch him in the kidney.

The whole room stand still, every single patron in the bar holds their breath. You're unable to move, stunned by your own actions. You pull your hand back and stare up at him, slack jawed and wide eyed, waiting for his own blow.

Instead, he smiles, he throws his head back and laughs loudly. "You know how to make a fist!"

The whole bar sits in stunned silence as he roars with laughter. Picking you up and carrying you to an empty booth. "That deserves a beer, I haven't laughed like that in ages."

You're still a bit shaken, but you smile and take the drink he purchases you. "Will you take me seriously now?" You ask him.

He chortles and nods, leaning on his elbow as he looks at you, a smile still on his face that makes you bite your lip. "I'll answer, girl," he smirks. "Perhaps the company will do me good this evening."