Green In Bed Ch 01

All characters are 18+.

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Synopsis:

The teenage son of a wealthy noble family desires their household's she-orc housekeeper. Now, at the cusp of manhood, Garen Corvas makes his move. But the fierce and beautiful Tura won't suffer a green boy in her bed, master or no. If she's going to enjoy herself, she must teach him the delights of a woman's body.

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1.

He was watching her again. As he did the day before. As he did for the last five years.

Tura could feel the boy's eyes on her. Raking over her body. She blamed the housekeeper's uniform.

Five years of service and neither the Duke or Duchess thought it prudent to have a uniform made to fit Tura's larger, orcish frame.

As it was, the blouse, the skirt, and the stockings were all quite snug.

Tura had gotten used to it, just as she had gotten used to the Duke's son's boundless curiosity for her.

At first she thought he was simply fascinated by his parents' new servant, the poor she-orc whose contract of servitude they purchased. Why wouldn't he be curious? Orcs didn't normally mix with humans, especially not with the wealthy nobility. Hells, she could very well have been the first non-human he had seen who wasn't a prissy elf.

But as her time in his family's service turned from months to years, and the Duke's son grew from a boy into a teenager, it became clear to Tura that his fascination with her had grown into something much less innocent.

Or maybe he had always been a horny little fucker.

Either way, Tura found to her own shock that she didn't

hate

the attention.

It was a strange thing, she found. To be wanted. To be desired. She knew the look in the boy's eyes well enough. Lust. Hunger. It was an odd thing to see from a human. Hells, it was an odd thing to see from a boy so young.

Eighteen years old was the Duke's son.

And he's already fantasizing about throwing me onto his bed and having his way...

Tura had known of his attraction ever since she'd caught him spying on her while she bathed. It had been her own fault, really, choosing to cleanse herself in the river beside his family's estate rather than draw water for a normal bath. She could only imagine what a shock it must have been for the lad, seeing damn near every inch of her undraped form. Eyes from a teenager on the very cusp of manhood, drinking in the sight of her green body glistening in the midday sun, water dripping down her teats, down her flat, muscled stomach, over the mound of her womanhood and her thick, firm thighs.

She'd given him a show most boys only dreamed of. And she was

exotic

. A she-orc who was

all woman

. But at the same time so vastly different from the elven waifs and human maidens he was used to. It was no wonder he'd developed his little...

fascination

.

Years of spying and admiring from. It was only a matter of time before young Garen Corvas decided he wanted to do more than look.

But until then... Tura was more than willing to tease.

She allowed Garen to look, pretending she didn't notice him ogling her in her size-too-small uniform. Pretending she didn't feel his eyes drawing up her stocking-covered legs, admiring the sliver of green thigh left bare between the welt and the hem of her skirt. Pretending she couldn't see him enthralled by her big tits, silently cheering against her blouse's valiant attempt to contain her proud bosom.

Tura simply hummed a quiet tune, dusting the shelves of the Corvas family library, going about her duties like normal - aside from small, harmless things. Like turning her body just so, giving young Garen a nice view of her profile, showing the significant outward swells of her breasts and buttocks. Or leaning down at the waist to dust near the floor, letting her already short skirt ride just a little higher on her thighs -

almost

exposing her lacy underthings.

The she-orc fought down a smirk, thinking she almost heard the boy choke as his heart leapt into his throat.

Tura

liked

being admired, something she had learned about herself thanks to the antics of the Duke's teenage son. But so too did she have the ingrained orcish pride. Garen Corvas was a cute lad. But staring was still rude, no matter the culture.

It was time to pop his little voyeur fantasy.

"Did your mother task you with following me around?" Tura spoke loud and clear. It was a pointed question. One that couldn't have been directed at anyone else but Garen.

For a time there was silence, her words hanging there. Out of the corner of her eyes, Tura saw the boy stiffen on the spot, shocked that she'd been aware of his presence. It took a short while for the realization that he had been caught to settle in. He

didn't

scurry off, Tura noted with a small sense of satisfaction.

The boy isn't a coward, I can say that for him...

Then she heard the sound of footsteps.

Approaching

her.

Tura kept an even face and calm eyes, turning to face the heir to the House of Corvas.

Garen had grown well into his teens, she noted. Regal looks inherited from both of his parents gave him a chiseled face of masculine beauty. Strong jaw, sharp cheekbones, full lips, and intense blue eyes made him into a striking vision. That, coupled with his lean build and the shining waves of midnight black hair that reached down to his shoulders ensured he would never go without admirers.

But at the ripe age of eighteen, Garen was shorter than Tura by some inches, the top of his head coming only to her lips.

The lad looked up at Tura, more curious than ashamed. He narrowed his eyes.

"What?" He was not playing at innocence as far as she could tell.

"Your mother." Tura repeated, clasping her the feather duster with both hands before her lap. "Is she afraid I'll steal something?"

Garen stared at her for a moment. His lips curled into a frown - then, an instant later, twisted into a grin. He snorted, letting out a dry laugh.

"Orcs despise thievery." He stated as if it were obvious. A smirk spread across his youthful, handsome face. "Goblins are the ones that steal. Or so I've read."

Tura pursed her lips, lifting her chin. She feigned a pondering look.

"Hmm. You know this from your human books?" She asked, gesturing to the shelves and shelves of tomes that surrounded them both, pointing with the feather duster.

"I do." Garen answered quickly with the absolute certainty only a teenage boy could have.

A giggle bubbled up in her throat but Tura fought it back down. The lad's overconfidence was cute in an endearing way. It likely had to do with his looks - and his very clear desire for her, Tura felt. She knew it wouldn't be nearly as charming if he was fat or timid. Here he was, a teenage boy staring down a she-orc that stood a head taller. Even misplaced confidence was better than a weak spirit.

And even without a clan, my orcish sensibilities remain deep in my heart.

"Did your books also tell you of the orc exiles?" Tura crossed her arms, her eyes hardening as she looked down at the young human noble. It was feigned severity, meant to test Garen's nerve. To see if he would stand under her scrutiny like the man he would become... or wilt like the boy he was. "The ones cast from their clans to fend for themselves. Plenty of them resorted to thievery just to survive."

Garen shrugged, unperturbed by the sudden hardness in Tura's voice.

"Others sold themselves into indentured servitude. Others like yourself." The boy's face remained as stone, but his eyes continued to admire. "I am aware of their struggles. But you are no thief."

He drew his gaze up and down her body, uncaring that she could see him doing so. The disregard for manners was a shock, especially from him. Tura had witnessed many of the long hours spent by his parents hammering the proper etiquette into his young mind. But there was a glint in his eyes then, a taste of the daring nature that had always been there.

Tura was admittedly impressed. But only just so. Young Garen had nerves that were firm and sharp as steel. So did other men. Especially younger men. Cold reality had a habit of deflating such high - and

inflated

- spirits.

The she-orc shifted her weight from one leg to the other. Her hips, wide as they were, swayed with her body. Garen, as she expected, observed and

admired

. Tura never quite understood the fascination men had with wide hips. Aside from the primal signal that a woman could carry and birth children with greater ability, of course.

"Is that right?" She asked him, raising one brow.

Garen drew his eyes back up to her face. He blinked, this time showing the tiniest bit of awareness that he'd been caught. Though his cheeks did not redden, he averted her eyes for a short moment. The young lad regained his nerve in short order, clasping his hands behind his back as he puffed out his chest a little.

Again, Tura fought down a pleased laugh. She never expected a human boy to be so cocksure. Even beyond the novelty, Tura found his bluster to be...

fun

.

"My parents wouldn't have bought your contract if they thought you would steal from us." The Corvas lad told her, the fiery confidence of youth spilling back into his voice. He leveled his bright blue eyes at hers, his gaze unwavering. "They wouldn't have given you a second look if

I

hadn't told them to buy you."

The teenager's words hung in the air between them. Tura blinked, very nearly stepping back as if struck across the face. Garen continued to stare at her, his lips curling into a smile of sharp satisfaction.

He could very well have been lying. Creating a fiction to put her off balance. But... Garen

had

been there at the market with his parents when they purchased Tura's service contract. They had looked through the whole line of ready-for-hire servants before they came back to her. It was very possible, the she-orc realized, that the boy standing before her was the

sole

reason she ever came into the service of House Corvas.

"What did you say?" Tura demanded in a quiet voice. Too quiet for a she-orc.

But Garen ignored her, continuing as he began to circle her.

"And it would be foolish for you to steal from us anyway. We're miles from the nearest town. Where would you go? Who would you sell to?" He came to a stop right where he began, right in front of her. He brought a hand up to his chin, feigning deep thought. "It's a dumb plan. And you don't look like a dumb orc."

It was a nothing compliment accompanied by a daring look in his blue eyes. Tura breathed in, the youthful charm of the Corvas boy turning into something much more vexing. The teenager had far,

far

more nerve than she had guessed.

The she-orc was quite unsettled... but so too was she

captivated.

You are not like other boys... not at all...

"And just what do I look like, young duke?" Tura questioned him, the edge returning to her voice.

Garen Corvas pursed his lips, pondering her words. He lifted his chin, his eyes becoming like steel. Pointedly, he drank her in, her legs, her hips, her tummy, her bust, then finally her face.

"You look like my servant." He finally answered her.

Then he turned and departed the library. Leaving the orcish housekeeper alone to wrestle with the implications.

Once more, the teenager's nerve shocked Tura. But she was

not

insulted, the she-orc discovered. The lad had only spoken the truth.

She was his servant. The contract was binding. She was bound to do as he commanded.

Whatever

he commanded.

And the look in his eyes... the interest, the

hunger

... told Tura that Garen finally understood what that truly

meant.

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2.

"Miss Tura, are you busy at the moment?"

Tura took in a quiet breath. She had been expecting something like this. Ever since that peculiar discussion she had with young Garen some days before, the she-orc had been waiting for the Duke's son to make his first move.

Years of him watching her, admiring her,

desiring

her. It was always going to lead to this, Tura realized.

The she-orc clutched her feather duster with both hands, turning from the bronze bust of a Corvas ancestor to face the bloodline's newest progeny.

The teenager remained as he always was. Tall for his age, fair-skinned, lean and slender. Garen was a handsome youth with a clear, fresh face. But his eyes... they were sharp, piercing. They saw Tura. And they

wanted

her.

The human lad drew his gaze up and down her body. Openly admiring her. Not at all like before, when he upheld the facade of politeness and good behavior. It wasn't quite

unnerving

- Tura didn't feel unsafe in the presence of the lustful teenager. She'd known him since he was a little boy. But Garen's deep interest in her made Tura feel... wary.

Nevertheless, she was a servant of House Corvas. She would acquiesce to his commands. Whatever they were.

"No, not busy. I am just finishing up my afternoon duties." She idly brushed at the bronze bust with her feather duster, making a small show of it. She met his eyes then, the faintest innocent smile playing at her lips. "Is there something you need of me, young duke?"

For the briefest moment, Garen's hard gaze faltered. For a split second, Tura caught a nervous look flash across his sharp features. It was there and gone in an instant, but Tura caught it. An uncommon look for the young noble. Garen was normally so collected and sure of himself. But something was making him waver -

she

was making him waver. Tura kept her own expression calm and serene, not allowing her smile to grow.

Garen stepped closer, once more imbued with surety and confidence. The teenager stood straight, making himself as tall and proud as he could - though this still left him some inches shorter than his She-Orc housekeeper. But if the height difference bothered him, he didn't show it. The look on his comely face was that of a young man who knew he was in charge - and thanks to the wording of her servant contract, Garen Corvas absolutely

was

.

"Your presence is requested in the bathhouse, Miss Tura." The young duke spoke clear and concise, affecting a commanding tone that was perhaps an octave deeper than normal.

Again, Tura fought back a smile. She couldn't help but admire the lad's nerve. No hesitation in his voice. No shame on his face. Garen had realized just what being her master meant. And for a lad on the cusp of manhood, it was inevitable that he would take advantage.

"Hmm" Tura pursed her lips, drawing her tongue along one of her modest tusks. "And who is requesting my presence, if I may ask?"

It was a teasing play, acting coy to make the lad squirm a bit at his own impropriety. But Garen was unwavering in his desire. She could see it in his eyes, the conviction he possessed. Dauntless it was, like good, tempered steel. Garen Corvas wanted her, so he was going to have her.

It was flattering... in a depraved sort of way.

"I am." Garen answered firmly and without shame. Again, Tura had to admire his nerve. "There is... an issue that I've found troublesome. I desire your assistance."

"In the bathhouse?" Tura raised a brow, this time allowing herself a smirk.

"Yes."

Neither spoke for a moment. Silence settled between them. Young Garen Corvas lifted his chin, awaiting her answer. There was only one that Tura could give him, considering the contract she had signed and sold. But the moment she told him "yes"... that was the moment that her life would change. Again.

There was a fluttering inside her tummy then. Tura swallowed, glancing at the main stairway. Perhaps hoping that either of his parents would walk in at any moment. To interrupt their son's naughty plans and spare Tura from becoming the plaything of a teenage boy.

Because that would be terrible... wouldn't it?

"Interesting." Tura finally spoke. She met Garen's eyes, making her voice as firm and unwavering as his. She was an orc, not a wilting flower. "Do you desire my assistance at this very moment?"

This time it was Garen's turn to avert his gaze. His jaw tightened as he glanced to either side - perhaps he too feared an intrusion from his parents. The lad breathed in through his nose, stepping back.

"Ten minutes. Assess your work here then meet me at the bathhouse." A simple and clear command.

Then he turned and left before she could answer. Not that her answer was necessary.

She was his servant and she could not deny him.

"As you say, young duke." Tura said quietly, her eyes fixed on the teen's back as he disappeared into the next hall.

Alone in the mansion's foyer, the she-orc then dwelled on her future - ten minutes from then, to be specific. After that, everything was going to change. She knew exactly what awaited her in that bathhouse. A young man full of lust. And all the things he wished to do to her.

She had served the Corvas family for years. She had helped raise their son. And soon she was going to guide him into manhood in the most physical way a woman could. She would cease to be just a simple housekeeper after today. She'd be a

woman.

More than that, she'd be a woman at his beck and call.

A plaything. A whore.

No. Whore's get paid. I must serve. The contract is binding.

The fluttering returned, higher in intensity. Tura took a deep breath.

This would be how she returned the favor, Tura realized. Garen was the one who convinced his parents to buy her contract. The she-orc knew well that she was more fortunate than many other indentured servants. She lived in a nice estate, served kind and patient nobles, and ate warm meals every day. And she owed all of that to Garen Corvas.

Beyond the binding of her contract, she was in his debt regardless. So if she had to join the teenager in bed or in the bath, then so be it.

At least he's a cute one... as far as humans go...

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Ten minutes later, Tura entered the bathhouse.

Steam was heavy in the air, the atmosphere thick and warm. But the clouds were thin enough that Tura could still see. And she saw the duke's son.

Naked.

Waist deep he was in the shallow half of the hot spring, but very clearly naked. A short distance away, folded neatly at the edge of the pool, were his clothes. He didn't smile as his eyes fell upon her, but Tura could make out a fleeting look of satisfaction.

"Right on time." He said. His voice then grew firm. "Strip down and join me."

Tura closed the door shut behind her, locking it. Collecting her nerves, she slowly strode further into the steamy room. Warm clouds of mist swirled around her as she moved closer to the hot spring, her uniform heels clicking against the stone floor. The whole while, Tura's eyes were fixed upon her future - the naked human boy wading in the steaming water.

The she-orc came to a stop at the pool's edge, her hands clasped obediently behind her back. But there too was a flare of resistance in her heart. Not that she desired to fight Garen - that was simply not an option thanks to her contract. But he was a teenage boy. She wouldn't allow his conquest to be quite so easy.

"What exactly do you require my assistance with, young duke?" She asked him, putting on a facade of innocence.

"I'll answer your questions once you've stripped down and joined me in the water." He replied without missing a beat.

Tura breathed in deep. Even with the air warmed thanks to the steam, the she-orc felt a chill. A shiver rolled down her back. Her smooth, green skin prickled with goosebumps. She didn't quite know if it was thanks to nervousness or excitement... or both.

"Of course." She gave a short nod. "As you say."