I pace up and down in our bedroom. Igor has been gone for hours and he didn't even come back for dinner. This feels like a big fight. My heart is a little shrunken raisin from the hurt. He can't even have a healthy argument.

All of this because he doesn't see Wolfie like I do. She won't harm me, and I can tell there is so much more she wants to say. I don't know but I feel a connection to her that I can't explain, and I feel safe with her.

Something Igor doesn't understand because he thinks I'm just a weak human who can't think for themselves or keep themselves safe.

But if its anyone who is immature between us, its him. he is always running away when the going gets tough.

I hear movement from outside and someone knocks on the door.

"Aria." He calls. He can't get in this time because I locked the door. We don't normally use the locks here, but I had locked hours ago when I thought I'd lock him out when he came back. But now I am split, I want to see that he's okay and I am furious; both in equal measure.

"Who is it?" I say.

"Aria, open the door, please."

"Why should I? And where have you been?"

"Dove, please just open for me and let's talk." He pauses. "I'm sorry, okay?"

That tugs at my heart. I want to tell him to go back to wherever he came from, but I find my feet moving and opening the door for him. I stand at the door, not allowing him to come in. I can't see his expression; I can just see his form. Majestic, foreboding and oozing power.

"You left, again." I am glad my voice doesn't communicate any softness.

He takes half a step closer. "I'm sorry. Let me come in and let's talk."

I fold my arms because my intention is to make him explain himself before he comes in. but I also feel the cold. I had the heater on inside, but the cold is brutal outside.

"You are going to get sick, Aria." I hear the concern in his voice as he speaks in a low volume, soft.

"So now you care about me? where have you been, Igor?" I push back.

"I went to the river then the hill."

So, he has been watching me pace up and down all this time? the hill provides the perfect watching spot of the window. I always forget when I am here that there is that little spot. I move and I go to the bed.

I sit at the edge, and he closes the door after himself. I see his face now. He comes closer in careful steps.

"I'm sorry, dove. I shouldn't have walked away."

"Why did you do that, Igor? And after I've told you before that I don't like it when you do that." I don't intend on making this easy for him.

He kneels down before me. We are eye level, even though the bed has a big of elevation he is still very tall. He takes my hands in his. He's a little cold.

It breaks my heart thinking he has been out there in the cold, getting bitten by the cruel wind. He exhales slowly.

"I've never been great with not getting my way and...talking. And...I don't know how to handle this situation. I was just trying to protect you, Aria." He says.

"But I wasn't in immediate danger, and it just feels like you don't trust me to do anything by myself."

"That isn't it at all, Aria. It's not you I don't trust, its everyone else." He takes a breath. "You are mine, Aria and that means mine to look after and protect." I feel the devotion coming from his words and it calms my storm inside. He is just being overprotective.

"What are you going to do if she comes back tomorrow? Are you not going to let me see her?" I frown because I get that he wants to be protective and, in a way, I understand his deep need to cover me, but I don't know if I want to chase away this wolf too.

There's just something about it I feel is important to me and I don't know what to do with that too.

He is silent for a minute as he just gazes at me. "I don't know how to stop myself from worrying about your safety." He says. It's not an answer, but it is.

With a painful heart I attempt to pull my hands away from his so I can sleep, but he doesn't let me. He locks me in with one of his arms while the other doesn't let me go.

"Igor, I want to sleep."

"We are not sleeping until we are okay, Dove." He says.

"There isn't more to say. You are still going to act like a brute tomorrow and chase her away again."

"I won't chase the animal away, but I can't leave you alone with it either."

"So, there is no resolution." I say.

"Must you be so close to it? can't you...communicate a good ten feet away from each other?" he says, and I can't help the smile that comes to my face, he grins a little too.

"So, you're jealous of the wolf? Are you afraid I will run away with her?" I tease. Him being jealous would make a lot of sense.

"I am not jealous of an animal who can't even talk." His face is straight. But I see it, he is jealous.

"You should know that I am not in love with that wolf, that belongs to you." I say and I realize when I see his facial expression change what I've just confessed. Did I just tell him I love him? what if he doesn't feel the same? Do orcs say 'I love you's?

"You are in love with me?" he asks like he's not sure.

I collect myself. "Yes. Do you have a problem with that, orc?"

He quips an eyebrow before he chuckles. "Are you going to beat me up if I say I do?" he jokes.

"Possible." I say. He chuckles lightly.

He captures me with an intense gaze after. "I love you too, Aria."

His words hang in the air, and I breathe them in as I stare at this male orc that is mine, all mine. All his bruteness, his strength, his devotion, all his kindness, all his passion, all of it mine. And I am his in equal measure.

I lean in and I kiss him when I feel like I am going to burst from emotion. His skin is returning to its usual temperature. He returns my kiss with his intense one and I am lost in our sea of passion and so much lust.

My center pulsates as his hand move to feel me, like he needs to feel me for his own survival. He lifts me a little and takes me out of my dress. He throws it to the side. I am left naked, and my nipples point to him, and they are standing to attention and erect, ready for what only he can do to them.

His hungry gaze makes me clench on air. There are no words spoken as he kisses my collarbone while kneading my nipple with one hand and caressing my inner thighs with the other. He's not quite touching me where I need him most yet. It's the buildup.

He plays with my body like an artist would dance his fingers over the keys, touching all the right places, playing the instrument that is my body to his liking; I am completely at his mercy.

He grazes me with his tusks and teeth, marking my already marked body. My body looks like the body of a claimed woman. He is always leaving his marks on me. and I love when I see new ones.

He lays me back to the bed and spreads my legs wide. With his hands he secures them, making sure I won't be going anywhere. He lowers his head, and he feasts on me, he feasts on what's his. He circles my nub and I fist his hair with my hand.

I moan and I grind my hips as best I can. He just growls as he licks and sucks me. His long tongue finds its way inside me, and he penetrates me with it. His tongue always feels so good as it penetrates and caresses me softly.

I pull him to my cunt, needing him to see what he does to me. I see his smile before he moves to focus on my nub, and I come undone with a long moan.

My head hits the bed as I clench and see heaven. He lets my legs go and his body covers mine as he looms over me, both his hands on either side of me. He has a small smirk on his face.

I've learned that Igor really, really loves making me cum. He almost can't keep his hands from me as much as I don't want him to. Evidence of this is that when we aren't doing anything substantial, most of the time he spends with his head between my legs, and it seems I never have enough, not when it comes to him and what he gives me.

He kisses me sweetly, gently, giving me more of his devotion. I taste like a satisfied woman on his lips, and I am indeed. I pull from the kiss.

"My turn." I say.

He smiles. "But I wasn't done showing you how much I love you."

"I want to taste what's mine too, orc. Don't be stingy. I'm thirsty too."

He chuckles. That is the word we use when we want to play in each other's secret place. Its like we have our own way of communicating that we understand, our own world where its only us.

He kisses my lips one last time before he removes his clothes and gets on the bed, and he lies back. He opens his legs to give me a place to situate myself. I kiss up from his thighs until I kiss his balls and I suck them into my mouth.

I don't touch his cock yet, and I see it twitch as I tease his balls with my mouth and my hands explore his abs and I run my hands and nails on his. He purrs for me and lets out a growl. I lick from the middle of his balls, and I lick his cock.

I take the giant in my one hand and the hand doesn't cover it. My tongue gets to his precum, and I make an appreciative noise; I love his taste.

I spit on him, and I suck him hard like he likes. Before long I am working his shaft with my mouth and both my hands, twisting, circling up and down as I trying to give him what he likes. I love his growl when I do this to him.

Igor doesn't even have to say anything, his purrs and growls tell you all you need to know.

"Aria, come here." He says in strain. He taps my shoulder. I frown a little because I was hoping he cums in my mouth, I really am thirsty. But I climb on him, and I straddle him. My hands land on either side of his head and I look down at him. Our faces are close and my body tingles in anticipation.

"I want my seed inside of you today."

I breathe out. I want to jump and touch the roof. I have been wanting to go beyond his fingers for some time now, but he was insisting on preparing me. I had resigned to wait until he was ready and felt it was safe. I reasoned that maybe he knew something I didn't. And as someone who wasn't that experienced, I was trusting him.

"You mean it? You will take me?" I can't contain the excitement from my voice.

He chuckles lightly. His hands move and I feel his head on my wetness. I think I just got wetter at the anticipation.

He starts rubbing me. "I think we can try. I just need to be inside you. But if it's too much for you we will stop, okay?"

I nod. he shakes his head with a smile. He knows I'm not going to do that.

"I mean it, dove. Just say the word."

"Okay." I say.

"I'm going to need you to cum for me one more time, can you do that for me?" his voice is that deep timbre that destroys all my inhibitions and leaves me a lump of wanton flesh.

"It's all yours, Igor." I grind on his length as he uses his head to assault my nub. I am shaking and cumming and calling his name not long after.

"You are so beautiful when you come undone for me, sweet Aria. Do you know how much it drives me insane?" he asks as I make all kinds of noises and I gyrate my body on him, my head on his chest.

I feel his hard cock in my entrance, and I want to shake my derrière to encourage him. I steady myself on my hands on either side of his face.

This is it.

"You ready?" he asks, and I nod enthusiastically. He chuckles. He starts pushing in and my mouth opens.

That is big and he stops, and I try to breathe. "You okay?"

I nod. "Keep going. It's not painful, just bigger than I'm used to but ego its good. Its good. Fill me up." My cunt clenches around him and he growls that slow, low growl that sounds like a feral animal is about to devour you whole.

"You feel better than a dream." He pushes inside and he slides in. It feels so rewarding as he fills me to the brim.

"You were made for me."

I keep clenching when he has me full. A tear slides down my face. The fit is maddening.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

"No, Igor, it's so good."

He starts pulling out and I groan. He slides in again. This feels nothing like his fingers. Its so much better. Although it's a big stretch but it is so welcome. He slides in and out of me. it feels like I just died and went to heaven. I never thought being with a man could feel like this.

"Igor, I love your cock." I smile when I see his smile. I bite my lips before lean down. I dart my tongue and I lick his face. I know he likes it when I do that.

"You are killing me." his stroke gets faster, and he breathes harder. I kiss him and I suck him as I clench repeatedly while he brutalizes me.

"Igor, you make me feel so good. I'm going to cum. I want to cum for you.."

"Cum on my cock, dove. I'll hold on for you."

I detonate around him, and he holds me in place, not stopping or slowing down. My legs shake as I don't stop cumming as keeps hitting the same angle. My body gushes for him and he still doesn't stop.

"Igor, its too much. Oh, goddess, it's too much."

"Take it like a good girl and keep cumming for me. I will reward you if you keep giving it to me." He talks to me like he is comforting me, but I drool on him as my eyes are unfocused. His stroke gets faster, and I know he is going to his own finish line.

"You are so beautiful, and you are all mine." I feel him gets jerky and then he gives me one last pump and then stops inside me and then I feel it. liquid coating my insides. But it is so much. He pulls his cock out little by little as I feel it full inside me. its so much of it. I am pumped full, full to the brim.

"Igor, that's a lot." I say feeling beyond satisfied and rewarded.

"It's all for you." He holds me in place with his hands and holds me hostage in his gaze.

"I love you, Aria." He says in the most tender voice I've ever heard from him.

"I love you, Igor."

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***Episode came early because I want to laze around tomorrow and chill.