The Ruby Empire

Kurz the Orc

Male Monster x Female Reader

Your family hires extra help during planting season and harvest. Your father always hires the strongest hands he can find. Recently, he's taken to hiring orcs because of their sheer strength and their stamina. He acts like the idea was all his, but really, you were the one who kept insisting to him to hire more orc hands. You had seen the orcs who came into the village and had heard stories of their conquests and battles. You knew they would be perfect. Your father never listened to you, or at least never admitted to doing so.

Right now, your farm is housing five orcs who have been helping on the farm. As always, it's your job to take care of them. As your father puts it, if they aren't taken care of then they won't take care of the farm. Not that you mind, it's better than most jobs you've been given. The orcs drink more than eat, but that doesn't mean they don't eat their fair share. Cooking and tending to them is more work than you ever expected.

You feel more comfortable with the orcs than the usual fieldhands. The fieldhands had a way of talking to you that both raised the fires of hell inside you and made you recoil into the shadows never to be seen. All your life you were made to feel like shit for your stature. Both short and fat, you had been called many a name. The fieldhands had names too, both hurtful and degrading. They could call you fat in one breath then grope your ass the next second, well, more than not they would happen at the same time. The orcs were more like to bite your hand off to get at their food and ale than talk to you. The most the orcs said to you was that they were going to get you a box to stand on so they could find you. That seemed cuter than prodding.

The biggest of the five was the leader. He was the only one who talked to you on a regular basis. He was also the only one whose name you knew. He told you and your father off the bat to come to him and him alone with any complaints or instructions for the orc crew. His name was Kurz. He was huge too, he stood at least a foot taller than the other orcs. He had thick hair that trailed down his back in massive locks covered by cords and trinkets. His skin was mottled green and gray, and he took every chance he had to show it off. He was more naked than clothed you felt like.

One night, you noticed four of orcs leaving the farm. You lean towards the window, hearing then guffaw and bray as they make their way up the hill towards the village. As you're getting ready to go and see why they were heading out there is a knock at your door.

Answering, you see Kurz standing there. You frown slightly as you open the door, leaving just enough space open to be seen. "I assume you're here to tell me why your men are leaving?"

"They got paid today so they're on their way out to celebrate," Kurz replies. He's shirtless again, broad chest and hairy chest exposed. You roll your eyes at this.

"And aren't you going with them?" You ask, hand firmly on the doorknob.

Kurz smirks. "Not when I can invite the lovely farmer to dinner alone."

You sigh, "I don't care what you do." You then shut the door.

He knocks on your door again.

"What?" You scoff as you open the door again, this time a small crack just so you can peer up at him.

"Aren't you hungry?" He asks.

You swallow back a painful lump, wondering if this was going to lead to more teasing. "No," you huff. "I've already eaten."

"Too bad," Kurz murmurs. "Maybe another night then."

You open the door a little more but he's already turning and walking away. You squint your eyes, watching him as he heads back to the orc's quarters. You scoff and shake your head before going back into the house.