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Hiiii 😭New in blog!

Do you have any tips/source in writing orcs?

Bc planning to do some bc got the spark your fics an inspiration 😩😩🙌

Halllooo! Welcome! 🥰 I started answering this question and it got so long 😭 I could honestly write an essay on this, there's so much to think about. So my candid thoughts are below 👇🏽

As far as pop culture goes: I generally like Durotan in the warcraft movie as my favorite Orc "look". I'm not too inspired by Tolkien's Orcs personally, but technically the DnD Orcs are based on that description. I started out basing my Orcs and half Orcs on the DnD races and elder scrolls online (orsimer are an orc like race) and then it grew into developing my own lore.

The DnD community is great because there are a lot of OCs to consider for reference and spin off games and lore, though (not saying you would, just for those who need to be reminded) you shouldn't steal other people's OCs. You can browse OCs on toyhouse and Pinterest, as well. Warhammer, Magic, and Warframe also have orc type characters to look at for character design ideas. Tolkien originally developed his Orcs from old English monsters, so that would be an interesting rabbit hole to jump down for inspiration.

Aside from the aesthetics there is a big pitfall to look out for when writing Orcs specifically:

Orcs started out as a villain race, but I find that extremely reductive. Orcs deserve culture, art, motives, and a spectrum of personalities. Tolkien's Orcs have been criticized as well as DnD rules about Orcs. I'm not going to do a deep dive into that because there is a lot to parse through. You can look it up if it interests you. There is far, far more discussion on it than I'm going to get into right now.

But my ultra, ultra simplified take away from what I've read is it's important to acknowledge the personhood of any character you write. And that's true for any writing really. Not to say you can't write an orc as a villain, but, for example, there is difference between writing a mindless killing machine and a villain with a personality, motive, strengths and weaknesses, and backstory if that makes sense.

If they are a mindless killing machine, there should be a reason other than Orc=bad. What happened to them to make them that way? Is there a societal expectation that they are trying to live up to? Do they have an internal struggle about it or do they feel justified for their violence? Are they under a spell or brainwashed? Why is that?

Villains are tricky because you want a satisfying ending, the villain may be complex, but they have to reach a point of no return where the hero has to act. So what was it that sent them off the edge? Vanity? Greed? Revenge? Etc.

Separate from Orcs it is a good way to look at all monster writing. As the counterpart to "born sexy yesterday" I think "born evil yesterday" is also kinda blah.

I'm not at all going to say I am great at this, it's often hard to create full, complex characters in short fiction but it's something to strive for. I'm sure I have characters on this blog I could have developed better, but I try to keep it in the back of my mind the more I learn about writing.

It's the same for an Orc hero. Orcs aren't dumb, malleable studs. I personally like expanding on Orcs canon skills (strength, loyalty, stamina, leadership) and flesh them out. Saber is strong, but he's also nimble and charming. Reven is big and can be scary, but is skilled in style and fashion, as well as being steadfast and loyal. Cedar is a warrior but studious and kind. Golmad loves weapons and is a leader but also gentle and good humored.

For visual ideas, I look at a lot of different styles and cultures, but it usually has a lot to do with the environment. I like to look at ye olde hairstyle and clothing ideas relevant to the place the Orcs are from, if that makes sense? Like if they lived in the artic you'd look for cultures that live in cold weather and draw inspiration from the materials they would have at hand for processing, sewing, and decorating.

In general, I tend to lean on more traditional depictions of mountain Orcs, but jazzed up? I don't like ripped, careless dirty rags, but clean, utilitarian and neatly cut leather and furs, as they are big hunters there rather than farmers. If they live in a village or town they'd wear whatever is in fashion, cotton or linen. Where are they from, their social class, and what types of clothes would be best for that environment are good questions to ask when developing costumes, next their personality. Whether they are vain, utilitarian, or cocky and like to roll around with their shirt off. 😸 I think keeping the environment and personality at the forefront of your mind, you won't fall into cliche traps. There's nothing wrong with having dirty ripped clothes but if it doesn't make any sense in the context of the world you're building it flattens the character. The assumption that Orcs are filthy or unskilled at tailoring by nature doesn't work for me.

Idk without going on too long, I hope some of that helps?

#sweet asks #sweet anons #orc lore #orc headcanons #orc boyfriend #monster romance

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flowersandbigteeth · 2 days

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Working at a fast food place in a blizzard and all I want is some big yandere monster who has a tracker on my phone to notice and get worried for me and come immjdetaly to steal me from my work and tie me up saying he'll make sure I never have to work again cause he'll handle me

Sfw or nsfw

I liked this idea a lot, idk where the idea for a blizzard came from, but I like how you think ^_^'

Word Count: 2.5k

Monster (Rahl) x gn reader

W: sfw monster fluff, kidnapping, tying up

Rahl examined the tracking app he’d installed on his phone and let out a low growl. The little icon, a picture of you he’d stolen from your Instagram account placed you at the Popeye’s where you worked. Tracking you had become sort of an obsession of his, ever since he showed up there to order a family meal of fried chicken one afternoon.

You’d smiled at him when you asked for his order. That was the first thing that got his two hearts thumping. No one ever smiled at him. At eight feet tall and a mouth full of large, sharp teeth most people ran from him. He’d had the police called on him more times than he could count just for existing in public.

People were used to the pretty Fairyfolk, the fairies, the sirens, even the orcs were better received than him. He was large and thick, covered in white feathers, tipped in dark blue, and with massive sharp claws that generally put people off. The only thing remotely human about him was his deep blue face, that was partly hidden by a stray clump of feathers he could never get to sit right. He looked like a horror from a nightmare and maybe he was.

“Have a wonderful day and stay warm,” you’d chirped at him with a wink when you handed him his bag of food. The words falling from your plush lips were like heaven. Your small smile was like the sun rising. He wanted more. He needed more. His life was so lonely, but you were sweet and beautiful. You could be the companion he desperately craved.

That’s why he’d started following you. In that one small interaction you’d given him so much warmth and he was hooked. He’d placed a tracker on your car and watched you go about your daily business with rapt attention. He loved learning even the most mundane things about you. He knew your favorite coffee order, your favorite color, as well as a million other little details he’d gleaned from stalking you. He hated that you worked with the public. Your smile should be his alone. It would be his alone.

Glancing outside he found snow falling in a white sheet and growled. There was a blizzard coming and your boss had insisted that the day crew show up to work, despite there being no customers. No one was buying chicken in the middle of a blizzard.

The cold didn’t bother Rahl with his thick, downy undercoat, so it was no chore to make his way through the blinding white, using his phone’s GPS to guide him to you. When he reached the store, he suddenly felt nervous. He hadn’t come up with a plan. He stood outside of the small building for a moment collecting himself and trying to decide what to do.

Inside it was warm and dry. Since the manager hadn’t bothered to come in himself, of course, you and your coworkers were making it as comfortable as possible. You’d cranked up the heat and someone put the “CLOSED” sign up, just in case. You were all lounging in the booths playing with your phones, waiting for the shift to end, though none of you were sure how you were going to get home in the mess building outside.

“Maybe we should just go,” your coworker Amber said, “I mean, no one is going to notice if we aren’t here. If we stay too much longer we’re going to be trapped here.”

The rest of the crew nodded in agreement. $8.00 per hour wasn’t going to pay for a tow truck to get your cars back home and if you all left at once, your manager couldn’t fire all of you. He’d have no staff left. It was either leave while it was still possible or be trapped, probably overnight.

Outside, Rahl, hidden in white snow, was considering his strategy. He just needed an opportunity to get you alone. While he thought, he carefully tied the thick paracord he’d brought along with him into slipknots.

“You guys go, I’ll close up,” you said. As the most senior staff member and the only one with keys, you took it on your shoulders to carry burdens like this, even though you didn’t get paid any more for it.

Your coworkers gave you relieved smiles and hurried to grab their things and hustle home. Alone in the restaurant, you sighed while you shut off the fryer and the ovens, hoping you’d make it out before it became impossible to drive. The sound of the door opening and closing startled you, but you assumed it was one of your coworkers who’d forgotten something, so you went back to shutting the lights off without thinking.

Only, as your ears strained to hear the sound of the door opening and closing again as they left, you heard something different. Dull, heavy footsteps echoed through the empty building. THUNK. THUNK. THUNK.

A chill passed through you, but you assured yourself it was just the heavy steps of one of the guys stomping snow off of their non-slip shoes.

“Hey, Mick…that you? I’m about to lock the doors!”

Silence. You creeped past the food window into the dark dining room. The sun was completely blocked out by the snow, so it was pitch black.

“Mick?” you asked the darkness, your voice just a whimper.

You tried to shake the cold terror that was creeping up your spine away. Mick must have left and you just didn’t hear the door close. You squinted your eyes, trying to make out anything in the darkness, but you only saw shadowy shapes.

“You’re just freaking out over nothing,” you whispered to yourself.

You scrambled to lock the front door and then turned to head to the back and get your things, so you could go out of the back.

A moment later you let out a terrified screech as thick, clawed hands clamped down on your arms like a vice.

“Help! HELP!” you screamed, hoping one of your coworkers was nearby enough to hear you.

Whatever had you pulled you into its warm feathery chest and wasn’t letting go, no matter how you thrashed and howled for mercy.

“Sh. Sh. Sh. Don’t worry little mate,” a scratchy voice reminding you of dry stalks of wheat rubbing together told you, “I won’t hurt you.”

“LEMME GO!” you yelled even louder.

“Afraid I can't do that, little one,” he almost hissed, “I’ve chosen you.”

“Ch-chosen…me…?” you murmured, confused, your heart beating so fast you could hardly catch your breath to speak, “ch-chosen me for what?”

“You’re my lovely little mate,” he purred.

You’d heard that word before from other Fairyfolk you knew, but it never had much meaning to you…until now.

“I’m…I’m…not…” you gasped for air, hyperventilating from fear, “I’m n-not your m-mate!”

Suddenly you were being held aloft, tucked in the crook of the creature's arm, while the other wrapped tight bands around your wrists and pulled them taught. Then he did your ankles next, not tight enough to hurt you, but you were caught. If you’d been calm enough to notice, you’d have realized his feathers were very soft and he smelled like vanilla.

Happy that you were secured and weren’t going to swat at him, he pet you in the darkness, long claws just barely scraping through your hair.

“Calm down, little one, before you hurt yourself,” he pouted, “just breathe…In…out…in…out”

With nowhere else to go, pinned firmly in his grasp, you could only follow directions, forcing your breathing to match his words.

“That’s it,” he cooed with a smile hovering on his voice, “It’s all going to be okay now. I’ll take care of you…”

“T-take c-care of me? What’s that s-supposed to mean?” you mumbled, your breath slowly picking up. Your mind drummed up a hundred horrible scenarios.

He chuckled.

“I’m going to keep you safe and warm in my den,” he said as he made his way to the exit with large, heavy steps.

Once you were outside, you could see slightly better and you took in his face.

“I remember you…” you said, suddenly recognizing him, “you came into the store before…”

“I’m happy you remembered me,” he preened.

Around you snow fell in a thick white sheet, but the monster was like a living furnace. You were quite warm and cozy in his arms.

“Well you’re pretty memorable…What’s your name?” you asked, which made him even happier.

“Rahl,” he said cheerfully, navigating confidently through the rising wind.

As the blizzard started in earnest, you had to tuck your face into his chest to keep your nose from freezing. He cupped your head and body with his arm, protecting you from the driving snow. You had no idea where he was taking you, the snow falling too thick to make out any landmarks so you just squeezed your eyes shut and tried to force yourself to wake up from this dream.

This can’t be real. This can’t be real. You kept repeating the words to yourself, wishing they were true, but no matter how many times you said it, you could feel his downy feathers against your skin and hear his…two hearts(?)...In his chest. Finally after what felt like the longest walk of your life, the wind stopped blowing on you and everything was quiet.

“Wake up little mate,” he said in a sing-song voice, “we’re home!”

You lifted your eyes to look around the monster's den, only it wasn’t at all what you expected. No piles of bones on the floor or bits of skin curing on stretchers. It was actually…very nice. Everything was quite a bit bigger than what you were used to, but he had all the things a normal human would have…a television, a comfortable looking couch…even pictures hanging on the walls…of you.

“Have you been following me?” you squeaked rhetorically. It was obvious he had. The pictures of you were all candid shots taken from far away and images printed from your social media accounts.

Rahl answered anyway while he loosened the paracord bindings from your hands and ankles, tossing them on the coffee table. .

“I had to be sure you were safe,” he said, nestling you on the couch and wrapping you with a soft blanket like a little burrito, “sit here. I’ll start dinner.”

You blinked at his broad back as he made his way to the kitchen. His raspy voice floated back to you as he sang some popular song to himself while he cooked. Soon the room filled with the smell of cumin and cayenne pepper. It occurred to you that you could run, but there was a blizzard outside and you were only dressed in the t-shirt and pants that made up your work uniform. If you left the comfort of his home and walked blindly into the storm, it was likely you’d get lost and die of hypothermia before anyone would find you.

Rahl emerged with two big bowls of chili filled to the brim, carefully handing you one of them and a spoon. You looked down to see he’d made it just as you liked it, with a large hunk of cornbread off to the side and a dollop of sour cream on top.

“How did you know…” you asked, your voice dying in your throat. Rahl must have been stalking you closely to have picked up on such a random preference.

He stirred his chili and pulled a cheesy spoonful to his mouth, savoring it before he spoke.

“I know everything about you (Y/N),” he said, his bright blue eyes glinting in the soft light of his home, “I wanted everything to be perfect for you when you finally came home.”

You took a few more spoonfuls of the delicious chili before you responded.

“It’s really good,” you said, looking into your bowl…the chili was very convincing. The flavors were perfect with just enough spicy heat to warm you up without burning your tongue.

Shaking that away you leveled Rahl with your best no-nonsense glare.

“You can’t just kidnap me! It’s not right,” you informed him firmly, “I have a life!”

Rahl chortled and his long, blood red tongue swept out to lick chili off of the corner of his mouth, the gesture suddenly shooting tingles down your spine.

“And I can provide a better life,” he countered, “you never have to work at a fast food restaurant again, for one. And taking care of you makes me happy. I want to give you everything…and all I ask is your companionship.”

He set his bowl down and carefully extracted yours from your hands, placing it on the coffee table. Curling his big body over yours, he cupped your cheek in his hand. He marveled at how much smaller you were than him. A tiny little creature that needed his protection.

“You are a rare and beautiful soul, floating in a murky sea of mediocrity. I want to take you away from all that…create a world for you where you can thrive. I don’t expect you to fall in love me with just one bowl of chili, but if you just give me a chance, I can show you real happiness. The two of us, together.”

His words, in his husky voice, were so tempting. You’d been single for a long time, struggling to make ends meet. You slept in a walk-in closet you rented in a house meant for 3 that housed 8. Your car barely ran, you’d bought it from some guy on the internet who was just going to junk it if you hadn’t offered him a couple hundred dollars to take it off of his hands. You’d slept in it for two months after that before you could afford the walk-in closet. There were days where you didn’t eat at all or if you did it was stolen from the Popeye’s where you worked.

“But we hardly know each other,” you mumbled, trying to convince yourself he was lying, trying to trick you into a false sense of security.

His large hand drifted down your cheek, then gingerly along the delicate curve of your neck to your arm, finally resting on the hand folded on your lap, leaving the skin tingling in his wake. He pulled your small fingers to his lips, giving them a soft kiss. Your cheeks burned and you took in a sharp breath.

“Then let’s get to know each other,” he purred, pressing your palm to his cheek.

It was smooth, but firm and you were finally calm enough to scent the sweet fragrance of vanilla wafting up from his skin.

“Let's not be strangers anymore.”

You were suddenly aware of how close he was, a loose feather brushing your forehead. Your heartbeat kicked up, leaving you breathless. This close you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. His lips were full with a delicate curve forming his cupid’s bow and his eyes gleamed with an unnatural blue light, framed by fluffy white lashes. And he was just so BIG. He towered over you, his feathered shoulders taking up your whole field of view. How you hadn’t noticed him stalking you, you had no idea.

Your eyes instinctively dropped to his lips, so close you could feel the heat emanating from them. Bathed in his sweet, vanilla scent you found yourself tipping forward until your mouth just barely grazed his. You could hear each thud of your pounding heart in your ears. The two of you shared a breath for a moment, before his smooth lips pressed against yours in earnest.

A lot can be learned from a kiss. Rahl’s mouth moved over yours gently. He let you explore at your own pace, holding himself back from grabbing you and pressing you to him. He wanted you to feel comfortable with him. He never wanted you to feel frightened. It was incredibly difficult with your soft skin so close to his. He had to pull away before he was lost to his own passion, preening a bit when your head followed his for just a moment. You quickly caught yourself, sinking back into the couch, your cheeks on fire.

“Here, let’s eat before it gets cold,” he reminded you of the chili you’d completely forgotten about, setting the bowl in your slightly shaking hands, “do you want to watch a movie? I downloaded all of your favorites.”

You nodded weakly, willing your heartbeat to slow, as Rahl brought up a list of movies for you to pick from. You chose a horror movie you’d seen a thousand times and to Rahl’s delight, you snuggled up next to him, finishing your bowl. Suddenly you felt like a couple, like you’d known each other your whole lives. As far as Rahl was concerned this was a dream come true and he quickly abandoned the rest of his dinner to throw an arm around you, holding you close until you drifted off to sleep.

#monster x girl #monster oc #monster boyfriend #monster lover #monster romance #monster x human #monster fluff #romance fluff #romance #monster bf #yandere male #yandere headcanons #yandere fluff #yandere x reader #fluff

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flowersandbigteeth · 2 days

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A portrait I made of Arcien Yu'Yden as a study! I wanted to practise how to draw their features and, after several failed attempts, I think I'm happy with this one~ (They're my morally questionable drow/tiefling wizard!)

#not my art #not my oc #art reblog

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flowersandbigteeth · 2 days

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Accounts with no pfp freak me out. not because i think they are bots but because they give off a menacing aura. 😂 WHO ARE YOU REALLY GEOMETRIC SHAPE? 😨

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flowersandbigteeth · 2 days

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Are requests open?

Yes! I get a lot of requests, so I can't respond to them all right away, but I try my best! I keep my status updated Here

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flowersandbigteeth · 2 days

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I figured out how I wanted him to look for sure so here <3

#not my art #not my oc #art reblog #dragon

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My masterlists are getting kind of long, so I'm thinking of making a carrd site for them? I'm not sure if that would be okay for mobile users? Any insights are welcome.

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flowersandbigteeth · 2 days

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Top 3 cutest baby monsters and why

This is such a a cute ask, especially for the mood I'm in 😭

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1. Naga- because they are little wriggly noodles! Little chonky noodles with chubby cheeks 😍 While they are a little further along than human babies when they are born, they have to learn to stand up on their tails, so until they get the core strength and coordination, they scoot around like little caterpillars. They also have to learn how to pick things up with their tails, so they love a playpen filled with balls or soft toys. They are shy babies, instinctually aware that they are helpless. They are comfortable with their close family, but don't particularly like strangers or extended family members who get in their face. It takes some time to develop their venom but they will bite you with their baby fangs if you frighten them.

2. Werebears- because they look like little cubs before their bodies fill out. They like playing in the grass or climbing small boulders from only a few months old. They are outgoing, curious, and surprisingly quick for those little legs. They are more likely to engage a stranger and want to be doing whatever their parents happen to be doing. They love their siblings and are friendly with other little ones, but they don't always know their own strength. Parents have to carefully supervise them so they don't get in over their heads.

3. Mothpeople- because they are little voids with big red eyes peeking out from their baby down. They are more shy as babies and tend to cling to their mothers. They like the dark, so before they can control their emotions, bright lights, even regular home lights, will send them into a crying fit. They also don't like being left with strangers and will fluff up their wings and hide until you earn their trust. You will most likely find them playing quiet games that they make up or sharing their baby babble with imaginary friends. There's no science on it, but imaginary friends are so common among mothbabies that the legend is they can speak with spirits. Most mothpeople don't remember their baby friend, however.

Bonus! I think Gorgons would make cute babies. Especially since most babies aren't entirely aware of what limbs go where and what they do, so a gorgon born with snakes for hair would have to be swaddled up in a very specific way so they don't fuss. While they won't turn their immediate family members to stone, gorgon babies that end up in public are generally blind folded with something soft until they have control over opening and closing their eyes. When they grow up, they can swap that out for sunglasses. Adolescent Gorgons LOVE experimenting with different colors and frames. While being blindfolded sounds a little sad, gorgon babies sharpen their other senses through this period of their life. They like music and the voices of people. If one was on your lap, they would want to press their head against you to listen to your heartbeat. They also like to be cuddled and to explore their world with their chubby little hands, so you need to stock lots of sensory toys and activities.

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Your dragon knight starts a coup

I've had this in my head for many weeks and I finally scribbled it down ^_^' I just wanted some breeding kink fun 😇

General Plot: You are a princess who is about to be married off to a neighboring king, only your guardian knight has his own plans

Dragon (Severin) x princess reader

Word Count: 4.5k

W: heavy breeding kink, nsfw smut, p in v sex, virgin reader, dragon boyfriend, soft yandere behaviors, Y/N

part 2 and More NSFW fics

THWACK!

“You’re dead,” your guardian knight said as he bopped you on the head with his practice sword.

“Ow, Severin!” you pouted, rubbing the spot, “Did you have to hit me so hard?”

He tossed his sword from one large hand to the other.

“I had to get your attention somehow, you’ve been somewhere else all day. If you don’t focus on your swordsmanship you won't be able to protect yourself when you enter King Alaine’s court,” he said, curtly. “It’s dangerous territory. You will have many enemies and few friends.”

You leaned on your own practice sword, lost in thought again. Your father decided to marry you off to the King of Khorene. He was much older than you and known for his harem of young beauties. Your marriage was purely political. You’d only seen him once, from far away and you knew nothing about Khorene except what was written in books.

You would be expected to live in his castle, essentially as a hostage to ensure the two countries didn’t go to war. You were also expected to have a child, which you knew was impossible. It was an open secret that Alaine had lost his fertility years ago. It was only a matter of time before he would choose some random to impregnate you to secure his heir to the throne, though he would still expect you to serve him in bed. The whole thing left the taste of bile in your mouth.

“You’re gone again,” Severin muttered.

You turned your attention to your handsome guardian knight. Your father couldn’t have chosen a better protector. He was a nine foot tall dragon with golden skin and long caramel hair that held loose curls stopping at the neat beard he kept cut close to his skin. Curved gold horns wrapped back around his ears and his eyes were a lovely jade green that glowed in the dimming light. He was strong, capable, and discreet.

You quite liked him though you had no idea how he felt about you. You could never tell if someone really liked you or if they were just hoping to gain your favor. Severin had guarded you for many years, but you still assumed he was only friendly because it was his job. That was the case with most of the staff.

“Can I ask a favor of you, Severin?” you asked suddenly.

Your heart pattered in your chest and your hands became sweaty, clutching your practice sword.

He shrugged.

“You can ask anything of me, it wouldn’t be a favor. It’s my duty,” he said.

You bit your lip.

“Well…don’t…do it if you don’t want to…I just…I’m not sure who else to ask,” you said, your words coming out breathy and rushed.

He tipped his head at you, his brow drawing.

“It’s just…I’m sure you know…everyone knows…I don’t have much experience. I…don’t want my first kiss to be with a stranger,” you admitted.

You’d been suffering with these thoughts for days. You would be expected to be intimate with the King, but you’d always been sheltered in the castle. Your father guarded your purity like a treasured jewel. You’d never kissed or touched anyone else intimately. Anyone caught flirting with you was promptly removed. Setting your eyes on Severin, you took a few steps forward.

“Would you…help me practice?” you asked.

Severin’s cheeks suddenly darkened and the usually confident dragon’s mouth opened and closed a few times as if he was unsure what to say.

“I don’t think that would be appropriate, princess,” he finally said.

You frowned and took a step back, disappointed. You’d always had a crush on Severin. He was handsome, steadfast, and noble. If you had to kiss anyone, you’d choose him without a thought, but you knew it was unlikely he thought more of you than his annoying charge. Guarding the princess was a high status job, but it wasn’t glorifying. You’d heard him complaining to his guard friends one evening that your father had removed him from his post as head of the guard to watch you and how boring it was. You were sure he’d rather be in battle with the rest of them, not glaring at servants who accidently stepped on the hem of your dress.

“I guess you’re right,” you murmured, resting your chin in your hand, “do you think one of the stablehands would practice with me or perhaps one of the kitchen staff?”

“No!” he snapped, a spurt of fire shooting out of his mouth with the word.

Your eyebrows went up and you shuddered a little, afraid. He’d never spoken to you so forcefully.

“Apologies, princess,” he said, quickly, “but don’t…don’t bother the stable boys. If you must do this, I’ll assist you, but it has to be a secret. You can’t tell anyone and no one can witness it. We’ll do it this evening before bed, send your handmaid away for the night and I will come to your room.”

You blinked at him, a little ashamed that he felt he had to do it when he obviously didn’t want to, but part of you was thrilled. He rubbed his eyes as if he was tired.

“Do you think you can focus on your practice now?” he finally asked.

You nodded more eagerly than you meant to, trying to smother the delighted smile on your lips.

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Severin paced outside of your bedroom door waiting for your maid to finish bathing and preparing you for bed. What he was about to do could end with his head lobbed off if anyone found out. Kissing, touching, or even looking too long at the princess was a crime punished with maiming or death.

The King didn’t love you. You were a convenient pawn and your purity was a bargaining chip. Kings and princes wanted untainted virgins as trophies. They would fuck their way through galleries of women, but if the princess so much as held hands with some childhood sweetheart, her value plummeted. He’d been tasked by the king himself to preserve your honor by any means necessary, which was why what he was about to do was dreadfully ironic.

Despite the dangers, Severin thought it was the right thing to do. You were a princess, yes, but you were a thinking, feeling being. He thought you deserved to have your first kiss on your terms, not sold off to the highest bidder like a trinket. Deep down it thrilled him that you had chosen him.

He adored you. Ever since he’d been assigned to you when you’d turned eighteen, he’d admired your sweet, if not naive, personality. Unlike most of the member’s of your father’s court, you didn’t plot or scheme, you were kind and sensitive to your staff, and spent most of your time quietly reading books. You didn’t deserve the life your father had lined up for you, in some strange place constantly looking over your shoulder while some disgusting lech pawed at you.

Some nights while he stood guard outside your door he daydreamed about stealing you away. Taking you to a small cabin in the woods where no one could find you and let you live out a simple life, free of the machinations of the wealthy and influential. He knew it wasn’t possible. You were the king’s jewel, he’d go to the ends of the Earth to find you so he could use you.

“Greetings Severin,” his fellow guard Simon said, approaching him as he stood at his post outside your door. “Did I get the schedule wrong? I thought it was my shift tonight.”

Severin gave him a harsh look.

“I’m taking your shift,” he said, curtly.

His fellow dragon drew his brow.

“Why would you-?” he started to ask, then suddenly he nodded, the reality of what he planned to do dawning on him. Severin’s feelings for you were no secret amongst the guard. The dragons of the kingdom were a tight, wise bunch. They considered each other brothers and there were few secrets among them. Though you never saw it, the dragons all knew where the bodies were buried of those in the court who dared insult you in front of him.

“Severin…I can see your thoughts on your forehead. I know you love her…but…are you sure what you are doing is right?”

Smoke rolled out of Severin’s nostrils, but Simon held up his hands.

“I don’t doubt your honor…only. I made the same vow as you, to protect the princess’s interests. Have you thought through the consequences…”

Severin growled.

“I am only thinking of her well being,” he argued. “She doesn’t deserve to be sold. Shouldn’t she have some control of her life?”

Simon nodded, leaning back against the opposite wall.

“Do any of us have control over our lives?” he asked. “When our forefathers signed the contract to swear our clan’s fealty to the crown, we lost our agency. It is our duty to follow the king as promised.”

“Perhaps our forefathers signed away our rights too hastily,” Severin snapped. “Isn’t it more accurately our duty to protect the royal family? Not just the king. We are to protect (Y/N) as well.”

“These interests are conflicting,” Simon said, thoughtfully.

“They don’t have to be,” Severin said.

Simon looked at him for a long time.

“What do you propose?” he asked.

Severin tightened his jaws before answering. The idea had just been a daydream for a long time, but now, speaking frankly with his brother it seemed more and more realistic.

“What if we simplified our duty to the crown?” he murmured. “Our priority should be the next generation, don’t you think?”

“What you speak could be perceived as traitorous,” Simon reminded him and was silent for a moment, thinking.

“However…there is no shortage of resentment in the ranks for our current ruler. We all know he’s stingy and cruel, but the princess is well loved. If the King were…no longer an obstacle and our families were linked…”

“Dragons could rule as we once did,” Severin said, finishing his sentence.

“It is in the princess’s best interest,” Simon said, a crafty smile spreading on his lips. “I believe the rest of the guard and those of us who serve as generals would agree. You are respected, Severin, and your love for the princess is no secret to us. If you were to capture her our brothers would stand behind your rule.”

“Then I’ll do what I must,” Severin vowed.

Simon laughed.

“Always so dutiful,” he snorted. “You speak as if this is a hardship. You and I both know it’s not, brother. Since I have the night off, I’ll organize the others. When the time comes to take action, we will be ready. I’ll send someone to guard the door so you are not disturbed.”

He glanced back once before he continued down the hall.

“And find something better to wear,” he said over his shoulder, laughing, “don’t disappoint our future Queen on your first night.”

—

Your heart fluttered while your maid helped you out of the bath. You couldn’t stop dreaming about what your kiss might be like. Severin was so big and strong! You had no idea what to expect. Would he be fierce or gentle? It was impossible to decide which you would prefer.

“Are you well princess?” Daisy asked, placing a cool hand on your forehead. “You seem dazed. Should I summon the doctor?”

“No!” you said more loudly than you meant to and your maid’s mouth fell open.

You never spoke harshly to your staff and she was surprised by your uncharacteristic outburst.

“I’m sorry, Daisy,” you apologized quickly, “I’m only nervous about my marriage.”

She looked at you sympathetically and helped you into your nightgown.

“The King of Khorene is an ideal match, your radiance,” she said as she fussed with your hair. “You should feel fortunate your father paired you with someone so wealthy and important. I can’t wait to get to Khorene! I’m told they have the best festivals!”

When you returned to your bedroom you dug through your jewelry box to find a pair of diamond earrings. Your father had given you countless pieces of jewelry. He didn’t care what you liked, only that you presented a certain level of opulence when appearing in public. You would not miss this set. Daisy usually slept in the small room just off of your bedroom, in case you called for her in the night and you needed her gone for your plan to come together.

“I’m sure you’re right, Daisy, but I think I just need some time alone to come to terms with it all. Why don’t you take these and go to the tavern tonight?” you offered, giving her a conspiratorial smile. “Buy that bard you’ve been going on about some drinks, hm? Don’t even think about returning until morning! I want to hear all about how you seduced him at breakfast.”

“You’re so kind, your radiance,” she said, her eyes bright with excitement.

She gave you a half curtsey before skipping out to go find her man. When she was gone, you sat heavily on your bed, your heart pounding in your chest. The minutes seemed to pass like hours. You wondered if Severin would even show up. Perhaps he’d forgotten all together. Someone as handsome and strong as him probably had his choice of beautiful, experienced women. Maybe he thought it was all a joke.

You jumped at a soft knock at the door.

“You may enter,” you called and it opened slowly.

Your mouth fell open as Severin slipped quietly, for such a large dragon, into your room. He closed and locked the door behind him. He wasn’t wearing his usual armor, instead his chest was draped with a traditional white wrap that only covered one half of his body, revealing one sculpted pectoral and highlighting the shiny scales on his shoulders. The snug, soft pants he wore left nothing to the imagination. Your eyes drifted to the long shaft straining the fabric and his tree trunk thighs. Instead of wearing boots as he normally did, his clawed feet were bare. His long tail flicked back and forth behind him, lazily. You both stared at one another for a moment, before he cleared his throat and stepped in front of you.

“Are you sure you want to do this, your radiance?” he asked, looming over you.

You swallowed a lump in your throat and nodded.

His mouth twisted and he drew his brow, but slowly sat next to you on your bed. You slid towards him as his weight cratered the mattress. He didn’t lean in right away. Instead he lifted a large hand and gently touched your hair, then your cheek. His eyes moved all over you, taking in your face, your lips, and dropping lower to the chaste white nightgown you wore. Your cheeks heated under his careful inspection.

“If you changed your mind-” you started to say, but the words died in your throat as his thick, clawed thumb moved slowly over your bottom lip.

“This will change things between us,” he said softly. “Are you sure you can live with that? If you accept me, there’s no going back.”

You weren’t entirely sure what he meant, but you didn’t want to come across as naive by asking questions, so you nodded with a jerk of your chin. He seemed pleased by your answer. His eyes dropped back to your nightgown and he dragged a sharp claw down the center of the fabric, slicing it open with one smooth, even stroke.

“What are you…?” you started to ask, your cheeks heating.

“I want to see you first,” he murmured, parting the scraps of fabric so your breasts were bare to him.

Your nipples hardened in the cool air of your bedroom and his large hands cupped your breasts, feeling their weight. One part of you was frightened while the other part of you desperately wanted him to see you. You wanted his approval of your form. His thumbs circled your nipples, making your pussy quake and you trembled in his hands. His fingers dropped down the curve of your stomach and with another tear, your panties were slashed at the hips. He tugged the torn fabric away, pushing you back with one hand while nudging your legs open with the other. No one had ever seen your body like this but your maid and your heart rattled in your chest. Two fingers parted your lower lips. His head tilted, his eyes glittering as he examined your most secret place.

He glanced back up, carefully peeling the rest of the nightgown off of you, before he pushed you back on the bed so he was curled over your body.

“Severin,” you gasped. “What are you doing?”

You weren’t very experienced in these things, but you knew this was far more than a simple kiss. He leaned his head down, his nose brushing the place where your neck met your shoulder and inhaled your scent.

“I’m going to make you mine, princess,” he whispered into your skin.

Your heart was racing so fast you felt dizzy.

“But…but…what about King Alaine…my marriage! My father will kill you!” you protested, your voice just a squeak as his large hands drifted up your hips.

“Would you rather that King or me?” he asked, leaning back to pin you with his gaze.

One of his thick hands circled your throat, not hard enough to choke you, but just enough to keep you still beneath him while you thought about his words.

“Well…you, I guess…but…but that’s not possible,” you whispered.

He raised one of the scaly ridges above his eyes.

“You guess?” he asked, evenly. “You must be sure. Don’t think of how it’s to be accomplished. Only tell me what you wish.”

“Y-you! You! Of course!” you stammered.

The words came quickly, because they were the truth. He smiled at you revealing his large, sharp teeth.

“I’m going to breed you, princess,” he said, lowering his body over yours, so he was less than an inch from your nose. “When I’m sure my seed is planted in your womb, I’m going to place the crown of this kingdom on your head. You will be my Queen and we will rule this realm together.”

Only then did he dip his head and press his lips to yours. Colors bloomed behind your eyelids as you sucked in a sharp breath through your nose. His lips were warm and he smelled like smoke and leather. A hot hand cupped your cheek, gently and you leaned into it, slanting your head so he could deepen the kiss.

His long tongue snaked out, stroking your bottom lip until you opened for him, welcoming him inside. You couldn’t hold in your moan as it slid against yours. His mouth was so hot it was almost searing, but his taste and his scent made you want more and more. When he pulled back your thoughts were muddy and tangled.

“But this is treason Severin,” you muttered with what few brain cells were still functioning.

He smoothed your hair, his eyes moving over your face filled with sympathy. It was clear he knew something you didn’t.

“Don’t worry yourself with such troubling thoughts,” he purred. “I will protect you as I have since I became your knight. I only ask you to forgive me when I do what must be done. I’m doing it for us, (Y/N). I hope you believe me.”

You nodded, frightened but also relieved. Severin had never lied to you. Perhaps it was naive, but if whatever he planned kept you out of Alaine’s hands and tied to him, you wanted it.

He chased your thoughts away with another deep kiss. The tips of his claws scraped over your skin as he made himself familiar with your body. Gathering your wrists with one big hand, he pulled them over your head, pinning them into the pillow. He leaned back to examine you, his tail wrapping around one breast, then teasing your nipple.

You gasped, eyes rolling back in your head as it played with one and then the other. Soon after it made its way down your stomach to your aching clit. Your whole body sang for him as it pinched and rolled against the little bundle of nerves.

“Severin!” you wailed.

Your first orgasm came quickly, like a wave dragging you under. You could hardly breathe, your thoughts shattered to pieces as pleasure snaked up your spine and bloomed on the ends of your nerves. When you met his gaze, his slitted pupils were blown out and he was panting, just as you were. His free hand pulled his cock of his pants, giving it a few lazy strokes as you balked at his size. It was long and thick, dripping with a pre-cum.

“I need to rut a baby into you,” he muttered.

You weren’t sure if he was speaking to you or himself as he bared his fangs, fisting his shaft.

“Open your legs,” he growled and you hurried to follow his orders, spreading your thighs for his hungry eyes.

Severin was trying desperately to curb his dragon’s instinct to ravish his mate. You were not a dragon female and your dripping wet channel was small compared to his thick member. This was a dream come true and he wouldn’t spoil it by hurting you.

The reality that all the fantasies he’d entertained as he jerked himself off thinking of you were coming true made him half feral. The dragon inside him was roiling and gnashing its teeth, eager to dominate his female. Your sweet submission only magnified the urge to pump his cum into your womb and make you his forever.

“It will only pinch for a moment,” he gritted out, sliding the round head of his cock through the wetness coating your lips.

He teased your clit with it until you whimpered and begged, before lining himself up with your slit. Inching his way inside, he watched your face, careful he wasn’t hurting you with his girth.

You mewled underneath him, his cock stretching you to delirium. As he said, there was a slight pinch, before he bottomed out inside of you, taking you completely.

“Severin!” you cried and he released your hands, muffling your words with his lips hotly moving over yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on as he thrust slowly inside of you. Feeling full in a way you’d never felt before, you sobbed into his mouth as your eyelashes fluttered.

“You’re so tight,” he grunted into your lips.

Your hips bucked to meet his strokes as you got more confident and one ankle hooked around his thick body, urging him on.

“Harder,” you begged, making him chuckle at how eager you were for him.

His eyes flashed, his dragon creeping closer and closer to the surface the more you showed your affection.

“You want me to fill you up with my cum little princess?” he asked, his thumb finding its way to your clit and circling it until tears slipped down your cheeks. “Want me to put my baby in you?”

“Please, please,” you mewled, the dirty things Severin whispered to you scrambling your thoughts.

He dipped his head to pull your nipple into his mouth, licking it and nibbling it with his teeth until his hand grabbed it, squeezing and kneading it.

“You’re gonna be so pretty, tits plump with milk for our child,” he hummed, his hips slamming into you harder and harder with each stroke.

You could feel him losing control, his eyes glowing bright. The monster just under the surface was ready to claim you. You gasped watching your stomach distend each time he forced his massive cock inside of your soaked hole.

“I’m gonna breed you, precious,” he promised. “I’m gonna keep you pregnant with my babies.”

Your hands drifted to Severin’s horns, holding them tight as he had his way with you. Apparently, that felt good, because he let out an animal growl, his claws digging into your hips. He fucked you harder and faster, until you couldn’t catch your breath and an explosion of pleasure detonated in your cunt, rippling outwards across every nerve.

“Yesss,” you whimpered, wanting it all.

His strokes became ragged and wild until his own end rolled over him. He proudly emptied himself into your womb, pressing you into the pillows with a heavy kiss as he exploded. You panted together, both of your minds hazy. As your sense came back to you, worry creeped in. What had you done? Your father would be furious! He would kill Severin! A little whimper escaped your lips and Severin tipped your face to him.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his eyes full of concern.

“N-no,” you whispered. “I’m scared.”

He smiled at you.

“I promise you, princess,” he said, between soft kisses on your forehead and cheeks. “All will be well.”

“What if someone finds out?” you asked. “I know you should leave, but I want you to stay. Daisy will be back in the morning.”

“Give me a moment,” he said, wearily rising to his feet.

He shuffled to the door and peeked out.

“Don’t let the maid back in, send her to the others' quarters and send a page to tell Simon it’s done,” he said to someone before returning.

“I won’t leave you tonight,” he promised, climbing into your plush bed and pulling your back into his chest, “Or ever again. You’re mine now, precious.”

His tail wrapped around your wrist, a reminder that he wasn’t letting you go. Fear still fluttered in your chest, but you fell asleep to Severin’s even breaths brushing your ear too exhausted to worry any longer.

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