Green In Bed Ch 02

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4.

It was several days before young Garen approached Tura again. Due to nerves or embarrassment or both, the lad had mostly avoided her ever since that evening in the bathhouse.

Tura let out a small sigh, thinking back to their brief moment of intimacy in the steaming waters. It hadn't been unpleasant - for an inexperienced youth, Garen seemed to have at least some measure of intuition when it came to the female form. He was decent enough with his hands, his lips, and his tongue. Frantic, certainly, but not at all poor. The delights he took from tasting her tits revealed a glimmer of promise in the lad that Tura had been all too willing to explore. But then came his premature spilling. And after that, Garen's very swift exit.

Tura was not surprised. Garen had experienced the touch of a woman for the very first time that day. It was no wonder he spilled so quickly - and so much! Thus his facade of the cold, commanding duke had been shattered, if only for a moment. But it was enough to bruise his ego - and throw a wet blanket over his pursuit of pleasure.

The lad had who knows how many indecent fantasies about me swimming in his head but he hardly knew his own body...

Tura pitied the young duke more than anything. Humans - especially human nobles - had strange reservations about sex. To be shy and embarrassed about natural bodily reactions was alien to the she-orc. But humans were her masters, so she simply lived with their peculiarities. Even if such a peculiarity was a teenage heir with designs on her body.

The She-Orc had mulled over such thoughts in the days since the bathhouse. She mainly blamed herself - perhaps if she'd been a touch more tender, the evening would have gone smoothly. But still... several days of hiding was

excessive.

Tura found herself frowning as she went about her cleaning duties. To her own surprise, she felt frustrated. At

what

, she wasn't quite sure. At herself? At Garen? At the situation? She only knew that the result of that fateful evening had been... disappointing.

Maybe the lad and I will try again

, Tura wondered silently, brushing dust from the bookshelves that lined the walls of the Corvas private library.

So long as I didn't scare him off me entirely...

Then she heard the library double doors swing open, followed by the familiar sound of steady footfalls approaching her from behind. The young duke had regained his courage, it seemed. Tura didn't know whether to be pleased, impressed, or concerned.

The she-orc turned to face the new arrival. Just as she expected, Garen Corvas stood before her. As always, he was sharply dressed in his dark doublet, fitted well to his lean body. A deep green short cape was set upon his right shoulder, fastened with a brooch pin of gleaming silver. The young duke held an air of nobility, even more now than what Tura had seen before. And his eyes, sharp and cunning as they were, were set upon her person with clear interest.

Looks like he found his nerve again

, Tura thought. The she-orc was wise to keep the smirk off of her face.

"Miss Tura." Garen greeted her, offering a short nod. Just as the last time, he deliberately drew his gaze over her form. In her years of service to human nobility, Tura had become well aware of the unique draw a maid's outfit had. She didn't necessarily

understand

it, but she knew well that it appealed to human men.

Tura pursed her lips. Breathing in, she smoothed out her skirt and stepped forward, presenting herself as available to any and all tasks he might have of her. And from the look in Garen's eyes, she knew he had one particular request in mind.

"Master Garen." Tura gave a bow of her head... and a short curtsy. She drew her eyes up just in time to catch a

look

flash across Garen's stone-like features. Again, she fought down a smirk. "We haven't spoken in a while. Have you been avoiding me?"

Tura wasn't

angry

that Garen had commanded the pleasures of the flesh from her, not truly. In fact, she had been rather surprised when such demands never came from the Duke and Duchess in her first years of employment for them. For orcs, sexual servitude was as enduring a norm as tribal chants and clan tattoos. It was just a matter of fact. The humans, though... they liked to style themselves as more "civilized".

But that didn't stop Garen.

There was a tiny quirk at the corner of Tura's mouth as she watched the young duke shift on his feet at her words. The faintest pink colored his cheeks then, but his face remained as cold and calm as ever.

"Not at all." The teenager answered after a short silence. The blush faded quickly and the lad seemed to stand up straighter. "I've simply been...

engrossed

in my studies."

Tura had to admire his determination - the delights of a woman were worth more to him than his ego.

"I feared that I had offended you with a poor showing in the bathhouse, young duke." She laid it on a little thick with the apologetic tone - but it was clear to both that it was a tease.

"Preposterous." Garen snorted, his brow furrowing. "Why would you think that?"

Tura allowed a tiny smile then, as innocent as she could manage.

"You made

such

a hasty exit that evening, my duke." Tura sighed, her words coming soft and sweet and teasing. But only just enough to rib the lad. "I had no idea if you enjoyed yourself or not."

Garen breathed in, suddenly finding the books on the shelves much more interesting than the she-orc wrapped snug in her maid uniform. Again he shifted on his feet, stewing in awkward discomfort of embarrassing - and very recent - memories. Tura watched him closely, taking careful note of how he responded to her teasing. A less mature youth might have reacted petulantly, responding with insults and barbs of his own. Had he been the boorish sort, he might have reacted with anger - or even a fist.

But Tura knew Garen well. She would never face that from him. Garen Corvas was a well-tempered young man - mostly, anyway.

"Right." The young duke coughed, turning to face his favorite she-orc maid once again. "Well... I apologize for causing any alarm. Your performance was... more than acceptable."

It was Tura's turn to snort.

You're damn right it was, lad.

It may have been written on her face, but the she-orc wisely kept those words to herself.

Instead, she replied with a cool and respectful, "It was my pleasure to be of service, young duke."

"The pleasure was all mine, Miss Tura." Garen answered graciously.

A number of teasing responses fluttered through Tura's head at the younger man's words. But the loyal housekeeper kept her silence. She had teased the lad enough. But the smile remained on her face and her eyes glittered with humor. Enough so that Garen's cheeks colored pink once more.

The lad began to pace slowly, clasping his hands behind his back. Ever formal, ever noble. For Tura, it was a small delight to watch him move about with such purpose. She was most fortunate, she reminded herself, to be in the employ of a family with such a cute and handsome heir.

"Are you familiar with orcish tribal customs?" He turned and asked her, breaking the silence.

Tura blinked. The question had come out of nowhere.

"More than anyone in the Corvas estate, I'd wager." The she-orc answered honestly. "Why?"

This time, it was Garen's turn for his eyes to glitter. Pools of deep blue, shining with

intent.

His fair skin and his jet black hair only made them stand out that much more.

"They've become the most recent subject of my studies." He told her, a faint grin upon his handsome face. "My tutor has instructed me to learn more about them on my own time. I will inherit the title of duke one day. Rule my father's estate, govern these lands. And upon these lands dwell quite a few orcish tribes. I'm told I ought to learn more about my subjects."

Tura nodded, beginning to understand. Of course, it was just a cover for his true desires. She was simply waiting for the lad to get to the point. And get to the point he did.

"I was wondering if you would assist me, Miss Tura." Garen inquired, in a much more clipped tone of voice. "This evening. Privately. In my bedchambers."

The she-orc picked up the faintest hint of nervousness in his voice. Again, she couldn't help but respect his nerve.

Bold, young duke. Very bold.

This time, Tura did

not

keep the smirk off of her face.

"Is this an invitation or a command?"

"Both."

Tura almost laughed at the immediacy of the lad's reply. Quickly, she glanced towards the library doors, checking to see if anyone else had approached without her noticing. There was no one, at least none that she could see. She and Garen were alone.

She turned her eyes back onto the bold and lusty youth, the son of the Duke who owned her contract. Such nerve and daring for a teenager, she knew. But still less shocking than his lecherous nature.

Tura pretended to ponder his invitation. As if she truly had a choice.

As if my answer would be anything else.

"In that case..." She touched her finger to her lips, letting her words hang in the air. There was heat in the lad's eyes then and they sent Tura's belly fluttering. Her smile grew and her eyes surely glimmered brighter. "How can I say no? This will last longer than our time in the bathhouse, I assume?"

One last tease. Tura couldn't help herself.

To his credit, Garen took it in stride. He'd already gotten what he wanted, after all.

"There will be no sudden interruptions tonight." The young duke told her. He stepped back, heading towards the doors. As he departed, Tura caught a daring smirk curling at his lips... and his blue eyes

blazing

with desire. "That I

promise.

"

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5.

Garen paced the length of his bedchamber. From one side to the other, passing the looming wooden frame of his bed again and again. Every so often, he'd eye the cushions and the dark silk sheets, noting the sharp neatness of their dressing. Knowing that a mess would be made of them very soon.

Bed.

The word echoed in the teenager's mind. Garen had been born in a bed - it was likely he was conceived in one, too - and now he would become a man in one.

The bathhouse had been a fluke - and a poor showing on his part. Tonight was the true test of his mettle. Because knowing a woman's touch was not the same as knowing a woman. Come the morning, Garen would have the enlightenment he so craved.

The heir to House Corvas breathed in deep. He shook his arms, trying to dispel himself of jitters. He was to be a duke and such anxiety was unbecoming. He would not have a repeat blunder from his first bout.

He had finally known the touch of a woman that evening in the bathhouse, but his nerves had gotten to him and he'd fled the moment he spilled. The rush of sensation had been overwhelming, so enrapturing to his body that for a moment he had taken leave of his wits. But his reaction had been shameful all the same. He'd already known ecstasy from his own hands. But it was Tura's touch that had sent him truly over the edge.

Garen had been unprepared. That was the bitter truth of it. The excitement had been too much. Even worse was the shame of spilling before he had even dipped inside her.

The teenager frowned, feeling heat rise in his cheeks and ears. Silently he chided himself. All alone in his room and he somehow felt embarrassment. He forced those feelings away, putting his mind on better things. More important things.

He was a duke's son. He carried the name of Corvas. He was not some trembling pup. He would overcome this trial and conquer the allure of the fairer sex. He would tame his wild, green beauty just as his ancestors did, those brave knights of the Corvas line.

But then there was a knock at his bedroom door and Garen Corvas suddenly found his nerve made unsteady again.

She's here.

The young duke breathed in, slow and deep. He calmed himself, seeking still waters in his mind. Quickly, he checked himself, making sure his appearance was not too unkempt. He wore a loose tunic of soft white cotton and dark brown trousers. Casual, at ease - and easy to remove. Garen looked himself over for only a moment longer, running a hand through his black hair. Then he found his courage and made for the door.

He opened it and blinked, briefly stunned. The green vixen had found another way to surprise him.

Tura was almost completely covered, her taller form draped with a dark, flowing robe. A deep purple it was, almost black, and it was a shock against the rich, lovely green of her face and neck. But though it covered nearly her whole body, Garen knew that she was naked underneath. The she-orc had allowed her robe to part, but only just so. Enough to expose a thin sliver of green all the way down to her navel. Not much, but more than enough to entice Garen's eager eyes.

When the teenager finally found the sense to look at Tura's face, he found her smirking down at him. Her bright eyes glittered with faint teasing... and

wicked

promise.

Garen swallowed. Then he found his voice.

"Miss Tura. You're early." He spoke formally, his words clipped and firm.

He stood up straighter, putting strength into his posture - but still the she-orc had some inches on him. She was much,

much

more woman than a human or elf could offer him.

Tura's smirk grew, delighting in his rapt attention.

"It's good to be punctual." She said, sweet words pouring from sensual lips. "And I take my duties

very

seriously."

"Of course you do. Your contract is binding after all." Garen's response was smooth and sharp - though he had no idea where his sudden courage came from. Tura's eyes flashed bright with...

something.

And it sent the teenager's gut coiling like a snake. The human noble stepped aside. "Do come in."

Tura entered with her head held high, striding forth with surprising grace for a she-orc. The stunning lines of her comely face were still and serene. She was calm, undaunted by the task she was about to perform - undaunted by

him.

She held her robe closed with both hands - but that did not last. Garen closed his bedroom door and locked it. The moment he turned to face his lovely guest, he found her already disrobing. He had turned just in time to see the dark silk flow down her back, revealing an immaculate body of enticing green.

Garen's breath caught in his throat, his young eyes sweeping over Tura's figure. He had already seen her naked, already enjoyed the delight of seeing her skin glisten in the waters of the bathhouse. Hells below, he'd seen the glory of her body many times before that, spying on her bathing countless times as a mischievous youth. But it didn't matter if he'd seen her body a dozen times or even a hundred - Tura remained as intoxicating a vision as she did the first time.

He drank her in, committing every wondrous detail to memory. The clear strength in her back and shoulders, how her firm muscles never overtook her feminine beauty, it was marvelous for the teenager to behold. But even more alluring were her curves, the sensual lines of her back leading his eyes down to her hips, supple swells flaring outward - and sweeping further into the mouth-watering globes of her perfect ass. A full moon of delicious green, set upon a pair of long, lovely legs, so full and toned.

Garen swallowed, feeling his prick throb against the confines of his trousers, his tool now fat and twitching madly with need.

The she-orc gave a soft snort, casting a look over her shoulder - bright eyes smoldering and

daring

. She finally turned to face him... but Garen couldn't meet her eyes. Not when a magnificent set of green tits swept into view. Great teardrop swells hung under their own heft and weight, sitting proudly upon the she-orc's chest. Each was capped with round nipples of even darker green, set within areolae the size of silver crown coin.

Below those bountiful breasts was even more delectable sweetness. A flat and toned tummy, a delight of faint muscle lines and a navel that somehow seemed soft and lush. Leading his eyes down to the nexus of his desire, the slightly plump mound set between her full and supple thighs. Her womanhood, the prize that would make Garen a man, the silken lips that would be his final threshold. The hint of pink that he could see stoked the fire inside his young heart, making it

hammer

in his chest.

Finally, Tura's voice broke Garen from his enraptured state.

"I assume the purpose of this meeting is the same as the first?" She spoke, more of a statement than a question. She set her hands on her hips, the look on her face telling Garen she still expected an answer.

Garen sucked in a quick breath, tearing his eyes from the she-orc's breasts, forcing himself to meet her gaze.

"Correct." He grunted so that his voice wouldn't crack.

Another look flashed across Tura's face, glittering in her eyes. The corner of her lips curled upwards. But only just barely.

"Then I'm guessing you'd prefer not to waste any time." She said, her voice

almost

a purr.

She turned and crawled onto the bed - his bed - and Garen found himself enthralled by the movements of her body, the faint swaying of her breasts, the tiny ripples traveling through her soft flesh. Every inch of her was magnificent, her entire body a work of art. The wild emerald goddess that was his to conquer, to

tame

. Up on the bed she stood on her knees, looking down at him

expectantly

.

"Good guess." Garen damn near croaked. But his nerves did not fail him then. Nor would they for the rest of the evening. Tonight he was to become a man.

His body cried out, demanding to know the joy of Tura's body. The primal urge was strong, frothing within his boiling blood. So Garen obeyed. He moved towards the bed, advancing on the she-orc that would be his.

He removed his tunic first, quickly tugging the loose shirt over his head - he didn't want to take his eyes off of Tura any longer than necessary. He tossed it away to a far corner where it was immediately forgotten, unlacing his trousers next. Soon they were gone as well, his burgeoning cock spilling forth into the open air as he kicked the last of his clothing away.

The air was cool on his naked body... and yet Garen felt hot. His blood steamed in his veins, every inch of him thrumming with desire - his young mind clouded with dark, primal visions. His lean chest rose with deep and heavy breaths, a shiver rolling through him as he caught the she-orc's faint musk in the air. There was one thing that drove him on, taking dominion over his senses - Garen Corvas wanted to

fuck

.

Tura was gloriously naked, willing, and waiting for him. So the young duke went to her. The human noble and his orc concubine locked eyes, heat and desire meeting in their shared gaze. Tura turned away from him then, offering up her sensual back and plump-yet-firm backside. Garen groaned at the sight, an almost pained sound. She was driving him mad. And it had to be on purpose!

The teenager crawled up onto his bed, his cock twitching angrily, swaying down between his legs like a pendulum of meat. Garen knew he was a gifted youth and that his manhood fared more than well against men decades older. But would it please Tura, he wondered. She hadn't seemed disappointed with what she saw in the bathhouse.

There was only one way to find out. And with his swollen cockhead pointed right at Tura's succulent, green ass, Garen knew there was no going back. Garen came up from behind, his thick prick making first touch upon the soft swells of Tura's buttocks.