Go to bed and cry it out

When you walked away from the stables everything was silent.
When you had dinner everything was silent.
And now that you're lying in bed everything is silent.

You look up at the wooden ceiling, wondering what you're going to do next. No one ever really said anything. The sheriff might arrest you. Farah might be more terrified of you than the kobolds. Claire may never dare to utter a word in your presence again. Emily has most likely gone back to the shed to sleep for the night. Despite being a dumb shitty shed in the middle of nowhere, she probably feels more safe sleeping there than here with you.
But this is what you wanted right? The big bad orc has now the town quivering in fear of her ruthlessness. This was the goal, was it not? Then why are you so dissatisfied?
The answer is obvious, but it's just not pleasant to think about. The thing you thought you wanted for so long, is not really something you wanted after all. What good is fear? What's the point in power? Why survive?

You're lost.

You silently weep. Stress is both pressing and relieving. You don't know what to do. You don't know if there is anything you want to do. Life is inherently awful, so why bother?
The conversations you've had with the girls of this outpost rings in your head. They thought for sure that they could win you over. They never let up with their ideals. They thought that you could change. Boy, did you prove them wrong.

A creak is heard. You look to your right, and see Emily in a nightgown looking at you with sympathy smeared over her face.

"You ready for bed?" she asks hesitantly.

You nod as you try to subtly wipe away your tears, even though you know that she has already seen that you're crying. She lies down next to you. She slowly inches closer to you until she is completely snuggled up to you. You move your hand over and under her, and bend your arm to grab hold of her shoulder.

"How's your stomach?" you ask.

"It's fine. It doesn't hurt that much anymore. It's just a scratch really. Worried about the resident with medical expertise again?" she teases.

"I'm worried about the girl in my arm." you admit.

She lifts herself up by her elbow and you look directly into her eyes. There are tears in them. She is exuding a bright smile in your direction. Her lip is quivering a bit. You put your hand around her cheek using your thumb to wipe away a couple of tears.

"You... you..." she sniffles: "I can't believe it."

"Yeah..." you hum: "I... I don't wanna be... I want to change."

"You already have." Emily smiles broadly, as she places her head on your right shoulder, hugging you tightly. You hold each other like that for a couple of minutes. You enjoy her warmth, the thin fabric of her gown pressed into your chest, as a catharsis of a kind gentle courses through you. Her round fuzzy ears tickles against your throat. Her delicate hands thrown around your neck, as she nuzzles her face into your shoulder.

Eventually she looks up into your eyes.

"I never did thank you for saving me from that guy." she smiles goofily at you.

"I never thanked you for a lot of things." you reply.

She responds by moving her head closer to yours. Her hazel eyes deeply penetrating yours. You move your hand to the back of her head, running your strong fingers through her shoulder-length hair. You both close your eyes in anticipation, and you can't help breathing slightly frenzied as your lips connect.
Once apart, Emily's cheeks flushes incarnadine, while a small laughter leaks from her lips. What has just happened between the two of you is something that changes everything. Maybe you should slow down. Maybe you should consider things. Maybe you should sleep on these feelings and decide whether or not you're actually feeling these things or if certain events have just provoked a momentary lapse of judgment.

You're both naked in the matter of seconds. Her fairly fit stomach tightly packs into her smallish suntanned frame with her heavy breasts drooping slightly above it. Her quivering untrimmed sex looks slightly damp in anticipation of what's to come. After you lay her down on the bed she takes a good look at your body. You are a lot bigger than her in stature. Your muscled body upholds your firm if smaller breasts. Your long black hair cascades down to your elbows. Your green erect cock reaches impressively into an upright position as it twitches slightly under the excitement. Underneath there is an equally ready vulva, even though it is probably not going to see any action tonight.

"Uhm... I'm not really... experienced in this." Emily timidly stammers: "I haven't exactly done it before."

You nod slightly. "That's okay, I have." you reassure her: "Just enjoy it, and I'll do the work."

"I'm a bit nervous." she hesitates: "It's... uh... it's quite big."

"Hmmm... It's fairly average for an orc. Probably a bit on the larger side, but not by much." you mutter quietly: "I'll go slow. I don't want to hurt you."

"I know you don't." she smiles: "Go ahead, Jess."

Trying to match her smile with your own, you slowly lower yourself, prodding her labia with the tip of your penis. You look at her face for a final affirmation of what you're about to do. She bites her lower lip, in what you guess is both arousal and nervousness. With a slight nod, you gradually bring yourself inside her.
She shoots her head backwards, completely halting her breathing for a while before she finally raggedly breathes in a slightly rushed but otherwise stable rhythm. She looks cutely, almost submissively at you. Her expression is that of a person who doesn't know what to do or what to say, so you take charge.

"Okay, when you're ready I'm going to move it a bit." you calmly state.

"No, don't go any further!" she hurriedly begs.

"I'm not." you reassure once again: "I'm just gonna rock back and forth a bit."

Emily grabs your hand with both of hers and brings it back to her cheek. As you cup her delicate face, she intertwines her fingers with yours. You move your thumb to her lips, and she opens her mouth. You stick your rugged thumb into her mouth and she purses her lips around it.

"You ready?" you ask.

She nods, and with that you gently piston your hips. Emily's breathing quickens once again, but it never reaches complete inability. Her breathing gradually becomes more auditory, as small moans claw their way around your thumb and out of her lips. Emily gently bites into your extremity, as your jolts slowly pick up speed.

"Tell me if it begins to hurt, okay?" you gently request. She nods and at the same time has begun to move her hips with you. Taking this as a sign to go a bit deeper, you grant her subconscious wish. Even then her hips continues to rhythmically and passionately shake into yours, loud slapping noises ring out into the wooden room as your thighs clash in a fierce battle of pleasure. Her ringtail getting constantly squashed between her body and the bedding.

"All le vai." Emily slurs her words against your thumb.

"Are you sure? It might hurt." you ask, an ounce of concern taking shape in your tone.

"I want all of you... please." she pleads.

"Okay, but tell me as soon as it hurts." you gently order.

She nods in understanding and you move further into her. She bites down hard on your thumb due to the sheer pressure as you reach into her depths. It hurts a bit, but you bear the pain. She winces and whines a bit in pain. She takes a deep breath and holds it completely until your torsos kiss.

"Okay Emily, deep slow breaths, okay?" you guide her as you take your thumb out of her mouth.

She follows your command, and after a little while she regains control of her breath. After a few whiles more, she wraps her arms around your neck and leads your face to hers, and you kiss her again, this time being completely inside her. The kiss is frail and chaste. It signals inexperience and uncertainty, but it also signals trust and appreciation. It's not a kiss driven by wild desire and lust but by something else. Something hard to describe. A sense of protectiveness and hope. Maybe this is... no, probably not... but maybe.
Your lips part.

"Sorry, if I am bad at this. Today is my first time kissing." she confesses as her cheeks reddens slightly.

"Mine too." you admit quietly.

"I guess orcs don't kiss when making love, huh?" she asks.

"Probably not." you shrug.

"...'Probably'?" she reiterates.

"I wouldn't know. I've never bedded one." you reply.

"Then who did yo-" her question is interrupted by you putting your index finger on her lips.

"Shhh..." you quiet her: "That's a question for another time. Tonight is about you."

"Okay." she says breathily.

"Do you think you can handle if I move a bit again?"

"Yes..." she trails off.

You lie on top of her as you arch your firm green butt a bit into the air, before gently lowering yourself again. Emily still has her arms around your neck, as you gently sink in and out of her. Her moaning is starting to sound more like panting, and her eyes close reflexively in a surge of what you hope is over-stimuli rather than pain. It might be a bit of both, and she is bearing it to experience pleasure and intimacy. You silently hope that she isn't overreaching her limit for your sake, but as her panting and moaning quickens you know that isn't the case.

"Oh god, Jess. I'm feeling it. I'm getting close." she frantically slurs.

You are as well, but you'd like it if she reaches there first, so while still holding yourself up with your left forearm, your right hand snakes down to the point of penetration, and you start to gently massage her clit in time with your thrusts. Emily's fingers dig into your shoulders as her moaning gets loud to the point of piercing. You pray in your head that Claire is already asleep and isn't woken up by this noise. With that in mind, you decide to quicken up the process. Not wanting to hurt her, you keep the rhythm of the thrusts, but you speed up the rubbing.
In a final scream of satisfaction, Emily arches her back like she got hit by a bullet in her shoulder, and she twitches around your deeply-seated member. Emily finally arrives. Feeling like you're getting there as well, you carefully pull out and jerk yourself quickly to completion. You don't want to risk impregnating her, but you don't want to cum on her without her realizing it. Emily is fortunately not so far gone to have lost spatial awareness, and she quickly realizes what you're doing. She just gives you smile, silently approving of what is about to happen. She looks at you sweetly and lovingly as you paint her stomach white.

Next to the bed you find the loincloths you wore when you were exiled from the orc camp, and you use it to wipe away your ejaculate from Emily's midriff. Emily gives you a goofy smile.

"That was fun." she states, her breathing completely back to normal: "Did you like it?"

"I did." you affirm as you both get under the bedclothing.

"So where does this leave us?" she asks as she presses herself into your embrace.

"I don't know." you answer honestly as you gently spoon her, your dick sandwiched between her ample butt cheeks. You put your arm around her torso.

"Want to find out?"

"Yeah."