Green in Bed - 2 (Patreon)

“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…

-  -  -

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.”

She reached up to her collar and began undoing the small buttons of her maid uniform. One by one, she went through them, leading down to her belly. Each button loosened her snug, black and white dress just a little more. Finally, the blouse and skirt fell away from her body, freeing her tall but shapely form from their fabric confines. She removed her black stockings next, slowly sliding them down her long, toned legs. She bundled them up and tossed them onto her pile of clothes - a messy mound of fabric compared to Garen’s neatly folded bundle.

The steamy air bathed Tura’s bare skin, caressing her wide hips, her muscled stomach, her full breasts. But again, the she-orc felt a chill. A faint tremble that wavered through her body, just under the skin.

Garen had his eyes on her the whole time, viewing her disrobing in silence. But the she-orc was not unnerved in the slightest. She knew he’d spied her undressing many times before. But now… now Garen’s desire was clear, out in the open.

He was without shame as he drank in her nudity. And in his eyes, Tura could see the primal hunger of man. The hunger that had been building and building ever since she came to work for his family. The very same look she had caught from him the other day.

The teenager desired her, her body, and was willing to take advantage of his power over her to get it. But rather than feel angry or disgusted… Tura instead felt a dark thrill.

The she-orc looked into the young human’s eyes. Without breaking gaze, Tura stepped forth and eased herself into the hot spring. She dipped her feet in first, slowly sinking her body into the steaming waters. Pleasant heat engulfed her inch by inch, soreness and discomfort sloshing away as she sank further into the warmth of the pool.

A soft sigh left her lips, turning into a pleased coo. The pool was shallow, so she had to bend her knees and lean back to submerge her upper torso and head into the waters. For a short moment, her whole body was engulfed in that delightful warmth. Then she came back up, the once warm air now cool upon her drenched body.

Tura sighed again, feeling the water pour down her body. Over her breasts and down her muscled tummy. Her toned, green body glistening against the candlelight of the bathhouse. Tura smirked as she caught Garen’s expression. Not quite stunned, but his eyes had certainly brightened up. Whether he was a boy, a teenager, or an old man, a dripping pair of tits would always stoke the fire he had deep inside.

“Feels good.” She told him, humming as she ran her hands down her neck.

The she-orcs smirk grew as she saw the teenager swallow. But a moment later, she too saw his resolve harden. With shocking nerve for a boy his age, Garen Corvas waded closer.

Even without her heels, their height difference was apparent. The shallow end of the hot spring was waist deep… for Garen. For Tura, it was nearly the same, but for the inch or so revealed of her mons. At her spot in the pool, the water only reached midway up her hip.

Garen drank in all that was offered. His face was calm, stony, but Tura knew he was most pleased with what he saw.

He wouldn’t have been watching me for so long if he didn’t.