My Orc Santa Claus (Eastshore Isle #5)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

Nikki

“Emmy! Are you going to use your number line tonight?”

The little girl—the last of the students rushing out the door of the classroom—stopped to give me A Look. Eight-year-olds should not be allowed to look so exasperated and world-weary all at once.

But I’d been her teacher for four months now, so I merely raised a brow. “Girlfriend, I know you can do triple-digit subtraction.” That was today’s math homework. “And I know you can do it without a number line, right?”

Emmy’s expression eased into what I had cataloged as Scowl Number Three, the one she wore when she knew I was right, but only about math.

“If you can’t do these math facts in your head, you’re going to struggle with multiplication in the spring. I know you want to skip ahead to the reading, but just try tonight’s math without the number line, okay?”

The little girl sighed and rolled her eyes—like a big eye roll, one of those where you’re pretty sure she just saw the back of her own head—but then shrugged.

I decided that was good enough and offered her a smile. “Thanks, Em. Friends?”

It was my way of asking how she was feeling, and if she needed anything. It usually resulted in a hug, and this afternoon was no different. The second grader threw herself against my chest hard enough to make me oof , but I squeezed the heck out of her.

“Love you, honeybug,” I whispered, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. I was short enough, and she was tall enough, so I didn’t have to bend too far. “Have a good evening! You’re going to play with Tova? Her mom’s appointment is right before your dad’s tomorrow, maybe you could hang out then too?”

Nodding happily, the little girl waved and ran out the door to get to the bus line. I propped my hip against the doorframe and watched her go with a happy little sigh.

“How’s she doing?”

Ro’s voice startled me, but I turned to face my friend with a rueful smile. “Emmy? She’s improving.”

The other teacher—Ro who taught the combined third and fourth grades here at Eastshore Elementary—peered after my student. “How can you tell if she doesn’t speak?”

I shrugged, knowing Ro was genuinely curious. One, because she was my friend, super empathetic, and easy to talk to. And two, because she would have Emmy in her class next year and was obviously hoping for some intel.

“She’s making friends. I mean, Tova is helping in that department, because that girl can make friends with a brick wall. I think Emmy doesn’t mind having someone like that to take charge. Remember at the beginning of the year, when she’d sit by herself and read during recess and lunch? ”

Snorting, Ro followed me into my classroom and helped me start stacking the chairs. “I’ve never met a second grader with her own e-reader.”

“I’ve never met a second grader who read Treasure Island on her own.” I mean, granted, this was technically my first official year as an independent teacher, but still. “Point is, now she sits at the table with the other girls, and she plays on the swings at recess. I still catch her reading during science, but socially, she’s way beyond where she was in August.”

I saw Ro glance over her shoulder at the doorway, which was framed in the holiday garland I’d hung last week. “And the other girls? They’re…cool with her?”

I knew what Ro was asking.

Look, when I was in school in the inner city, girls were getting bullied for not wearing the right hair accessories or having the same backpack they used the year before or in general being too nerdy because they preferred to sit and read instead of jumping rope or playing kickball.

Ask me how I know.

But now?

I dunno how to describe it. Maybe it’s years of gentler television, or inclusivity messages, or just better parenting. Maybe it’s because we’re on Eastshore Isle, and small towns are more welcoming or accepting or whatever.

All I know is that the kids in my class—and the kids in the classes I’d student-taught during my degree program—were…well…kinder. More accepting.

So I shrugged again. “The other girls are very cool with her. They don’t care that she doesn’t speak, or the fact she’s probably smarter than most of your kids. They accept her.”

Ro had straightened and folded her arms, and now she smirked at me. “She also towers over all of them and is green. ”

Well…kinda green.

Emmy Smith was an orc. Or rumor had it, half -orc. Her father was one of the first orcs to cross into our world ten years ago, and he’d been part of the group who recently moved here to Eastshore Isle to find a place to belong. Considering how fast Emmy was advancing socially, and the fact her father had recently been elected freaking mayor , I think it was obvious they’d found a place to belong.

Snorting, I began to clean the small desks in preparation for tomorrow’s parent-teacher conferences. “I think having so many Others in Eastshore is helping the human kids too. You know, diversity leads to inclusion, which leads to acceptance. That sorta thing.”

“Mmm-hmmm,” Ro hummed naughtily. “And you don’t mind that at all , do you?”

Dios mio , I could feel my cheeks flushing. I wiped harder. “It’s important for adults to experience diversity too, RoRo, and Eastshore is all the better for it.”

My friend burst into chuckles. “Girl, I’ve lived here for years, you don’t have to sell me on what a great little place this is to live. I’m just trying to see how hard I can get you to blush.”

Scowling, I straightened and sent her a glare.

In response, her smile grew. “Tonight’s the night, isn’t it? You’re going to get to chat with your new…friend.”

Whoops, no, turned out I could blush even harder.

I should have never told Ro about my evening plans.

Judging from the way she was snickering, she knew it.

“Okay, okay,” she finally relented, patting the air in front of her and turning toward the door. “I’m just kidding. I know it’s a big deal. I hope he’s everything you’re expecting, and the two of you can eventually make your own little half-monster babies and— ”

“What?” I blurted, lurching for her. “No!” I wasn’t sure why I’d stopped her. I just needed her to know this wasn’t that sort of situation. “The app is not about that sort of thing!”

Ro turned at the door, one hand on the frame, and winked lewdly. “Oh, I know, I’m just teasing. You two go have fun with your virtual smashing , and you’d better come at least twice.” She waved as she headed across the hall toward her own classroom. “I want to hear about it tomorrow, when you’re glowing!”

Dios mio .

I stood there, among the miniature desks, holding my wad of paper towels and cleaning spray, staring after my friend and blushing furiously.

It had taken a long time for me to feel comfortable in my new life, but once I was, I started…well, I guess experimenting was the wrong word, because I hadn’t actually experienced any of the experiences I wanted. But look, the internet is a pretty amazing thing, and I’d had my eyes opened to a lot of things I was interested in.

Cross-stitching.

Fancy grilled cheeses.

Goat yoga.

Monster cock.

Dominant monster cock.

Did you know there were certain websites where you could see monster porn? Did you know there were apps where you could connect with Others looking for a good time?

And yeah, I was certain most of the guys I’ve chatted with on MonsterSmash were humans just pretending to be Others—the first few stages of the app’s process didn’t involve video—it didn’t matter too much to me.

I was in it for the fantasy, and oh-em-gee the orgasms I experienced after one of these “monsters” texted dirty to me? Earth-shattering.

But tonight I was taking a step. Tonight, for the first time, I’d agreed to a phone call with one of the guys—the guy I’d been sexting with for two months—and he’d agreed to coach me through a very good time.

This morning, before I’d left, I’d plugged in my favorite vibrator and hidden my monster dildo under my pillow. And tomorrow was a teacher workday, which meant I could sleep in a bit.

Tonight was going to be amazing.

Yeah, I was blushing like a tomato. And yeah, knowing I was objectifying an entire species and getting off on a guy who was pretending to be a monster… But I mean, it was just for fun, right?

Just a way to relieve stress.

Just a fun way to MonsterSmash.

Yeah.

I hurried through the rest of my after-school tasks.

Nikki

I hurried through dinner. I mean, granted, it was ramen and an apple, but still.

I was subleasing a bedroom in an apartment from a couple, which isn’t ideal at all, but they both worked in food service, and that meant they were out late most evenings. They mostly left me alone, and I had a drawer in the fridge to myself and everything.

For the first time in my life, I had a decent salary and minimal living expenses, but I’d spent so damn long scraping by that I was used to minimalism, and I hadn’t yet branched out into decadence.

Although I’ll admit that I’d bought myself one of those fun chocolate Advent calendar things, as my way to get hyped about the coming holidays, and I turned on the lights on my roommates’ Christmas tree so I could admire their decorations while I ate.

So I was filled with a kind of warm glow that had nothing to do with the ramen I’d just wolfed down and everything to do with chocolate, warm fuzzy holiday feels, and the knowledge I was getting ready to climax so hard I would squirt.

This is a powerful vibe.

I’m not a nymphomaniac, no matter what Peter used to say. I’m just a gal who likes to feel good, and good sex can make me feel really good. That’s something he never understood—

You know what? I’m not thinking of him right now.

Pushing aside thoughts of my ex, I hurried through scrubbing the ramen pot and cleaning up the kitchen. Because I knew what was coming.

Heh.

Hopefully me .

We’d agreed to meet on the app at nine p.m., which is pretty late, but I figured that gave me ninety minutes with the apartment to myself, and I was hoping my new friend would let me be as loud as I wanted.

I’d connected with CallMeDaddy two months ago, and there’d been something about him—I mean, I was pretty sure he was a he , I guess I’d find out soon—that seemed different from the other fakers on the app. He was commanding, for one thing, and I liked how effortless that was for him, without insulting me.

I also liked how he asked my opinions on stuff, and we had normal conversations that didn’t have anything to do with the length of his cock or what he wanted to do with my mouth. On more than one night, I’d found myself staying up late typing out conversations about Mozart or politics or wombats—did you know they pooped in cubes? That’s the kind of stuff you have to know as an elementary school teacher.

Anyhow, point is, I’d really connected with a guy whose tag was CallMeDaddy, and after some careful discussions, we’d decided to take our connection to the next level: a verbal conversation through the app, so we didn’t have to exchange numbers.

Just in case he turned out to be a weirdo.

And in the last five years, I’d learned a lot about maintaining my anonymity, which is why Daddy knew me only as Turquoise, my name on the app.

I showered, and shaved, and yeah, maybe I spent some extra time with the lather, sliding my palm along smooth skin, thinking about what it would feel like to have Daddy touch me like that…

I wished I had a silk robe to wear. I felt like an evening like this deserved silk. Unfortunately, all I had was a blue terrycloth robe and cotton sheets on my single bed. Still, at quarter to nine, I was lying on my stomach, my feet kicking off the edge of the bed, my phone in front of me.

I opened MonsterSmash and began to randomly scroll.

Most of the user pics from the “Others” were obviously computer-generated, or pics I recognized from the internet. The humans on the site—both men and women—more often used their own photos, but my profile was just a picture of a turquoise stone.

Daddy’s picture was a close-up of a tusk and a tongue.

I’ll admit that I’d done some sleuthing, trying to find where he’d stolen that image from, but hadn’t been successful. If anything, that led to the delicious fantasy of talking to an actual orc.

When I’d signed up for MonsterSmash, I clicked I was interested in orcs, gargoyles, and minotaurs. It was pretty cool that you could choose your fantasy monster, and I knew the vampire and fae forums were packed. CallMeDaddy hadn’t told me how he identified, but since he’d chosen a profile pic with green skin, I always imagined him as an orc.

Which is fine with me.

My dildo was modeled after an orc’s cock, after all.

A notification popped up, and I felt my chest tighten.

You’re an eager little human, aren’t you?

Dios mio , it was him. He was here online. He was ready.

I swallowed, my fingers already flying over my phone screen.

Yes Daddy. I couldn’t wait.

He had obviously been waiting for my reply, because his popped up quickly.

Are you ready for tonight? Are you certain you’re still comfortable speaking with me, Turquoise?

Oh my gosh, I loved the way consent was so important to him, and he made certain I was comfortable.

I am MORE than ready. Been thinking about you all day.

He sent me a smiley face, which seemed incongruous.

That must have been awkward, because I can guess what you were thinking of.

By agreement—and the terms of the app, which was all about anonymity—we hadn’t exchanged info about our jobs, which is why he didn’t know how awkward it could be to get distracted by a bunch of elementary school kids.

But still, this was about the fantasy, for both of us. So I just typed,

Thinking about your thick green cock, and how it could make me feel.

Pressing my thighs together, I rolled over on my back, holding the phone up so I could wait for his reply. Was I being too bold? Yeah, probably. But I felt comfortable with this guy, and he already knew my kinks and fantasies—and clearly shared them—and it wasn’t like we were ever going to meet in real life, right?

The green phone icon on the MonsterSmash app lit up, and I froze.

He was calling me.

It was time.

Holding my breath, I pressed the button. “H-hello?”

“Turquoise?”

Oh Dios , his voice! It was deep and rich and smooth and oh-so-in-control. Exactly the way I’d imagined it! I might have whimpered, “Yes,” when I replied.

He hesitated, then said, “I’m very glad to finally speak to you. Please tell me again, verbally, that you are comfortable with this.”

Yes yes yes . “I’m comfortable.” I swallowed. “I’m really excited to talk to you this way.”

“Good.” His low tone reached into my chest and sort of vibrated there, filling me with warmth. “Since this is just a verbal conversation, we don’t need to worry about safe words, just remember that you have the power to hang up and block me.”

As if I would do that. “Y-yeah,” I managed. “Same. I mean, if I do something you don’t like.”

He chuckled.

Did I think his voice was sexy? His laugh was even better.

“Oh, my pretty little human, I don’t think there’s anything you could do to scare me off at this point.”

Same .

Frantic to change the subject, to make this less awkward, I blurted, “What makes you think I’m pretty?” I was too short, too curvy, too nerdy to be pretty . “You’ve never even seen a picture.”

“I don’t need to.” I swear to you, I could hear the smile in his voice. “I’ve spoken with you at length over the last few months, Turquoise. You have a beautiful soul.”

Call me Nikki ! The urge to blurt out my name, to have him really know me, was almost overwhelming.

But Agent Johnson’s warnings about anonymity hadn’t gone to waste, and I clamped down on the words. Instead, all that emerged was another little whimper.

“Now, my pretty little human…are you ready?”

“Yes please,” I breathed. So ready.

I could hear him shifting on the other end, as if he was getting comfortable. “I’m sitting in my study, behind my desk. My phone is on speaker, and my blinds are drawn. Most of the lights are off, and I’ve unbuttoned my trousers.”

Trousers ? He wasn’t wearing like…jeans? Or sweatpants this late in the evening?

Focus. It’s all part of the fantasy, remember ?

Oh yeah, he was deep in this fantasy too. I scrambled to reciprocate.

“I’m…uh…I’m lying on my bed. My roommates aren’t here, but I locked my door anyhow.” I fumbled with the phone’s settings. “My phone is on speaker now.” What else? “Oh, I took a shower earlier. So I’m…”

I felt a little silly trying for these sexy fantasy conversations, but he smoothly finished my sentence:

“You’re wet and clean and smelling delicious.”

“Um…yeah.”

“What are you wearing, pretty little human?”

I squirmed, loving the way his pet name made me feel: submissive, desirable. My breathing had quickened, and I pressed my thighs together again to try to assuage the throbbing in my pussy.

“I’m—uh, I’m wearing a robe. Just a robe.” I wanted to tell him it was a fancy robe, a sexy robe, but what came out was, “Just my bath robe, nothing special.”

He chuckled again.

“Oh, little one, on you, it is special.” His voice turned hard for just a moment. “Take it off.”

And I found myself pushing upright, already shrugging out of the damp terrycloth. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good.” His tone turned smooth again. “Now, yesterday when we planned this, you told me you had a vibrator you preferred. You’ve told me you used it during our conversations.”

I was stretched out on the bed, my free hand squeezing one of my boobs as I sighed in agreement. “Y-yeah. I mean, I do. And I have my dildo ready too.”

I heard him hum and shift again. “I’m hard, Turquoise. I’m already hard and throbbing just listening to you talk about preparing yourself. I want to pull out my cock.”

“Please,” I managed .

“Is your dildo shaped like my cock?”

My fingers found my nipple, and I tugged on it. “If you’re an orc, Daddy, then it is.”

He paused, then exhaled. “I am an orc, my little human, and you’ve just made me very happy indeed. I’m stroking myself now. I’m going to imagine your body taking me as you fuck yourself with that dildo.”

I dropped the phone.

I mean, luckily, it landed right side up, because I needed my other hand free.

“I want you to lie back, Turquoise, and spread your legs.”

“ Already there, Daddy,” I gasped, my fingers finding my pussy dripping wet.

“And you’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmured. “Like a good little pet, you’re soaked, thinking about me touching you.”

I dragged my fingertips along my cleft, shuddering at the sensation. “Oh God, yes .”

“Spread your legs wider and slip one finger inside yourself.”

This was a familiar order from him, although hearing him give it was remarkable. I hurried to obey. He didn’t wait but issued another order.

“I want you touching yourself inside and out, Turquoise. Stroke yourself. Play with your clit.”

“Yes, Daddy!” I gasped, happily following his command.

As I curled my fingers into my pussy, I had to plant my feet and shift my hips forward. The heel of my hand ground against my clitoris, as my other hand squeezed my own breast.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned. “Gods, woman, I can hear your cunt from here. I can hear how wet you are.”

He could? Well, if it was bullshit, it was good bullshit, from someone who knew that orcs’ senses were far advanced compared to humans’.

“I’m so ready,” I groaned. “Please, Daddy…”

I wasn’t sure what I was begging for. This was phone sex, it’s not like he was really in control.

But when he rasped, “Get your dildo,” I jumped to obey. “Do you have it?”

“I do. I want…”

“Not yet,” he snapped, then I heard him inhale. “I want you to play with it. Drag it along your pussy, Turquoise. Feel those ridges, feel the way they’re made for pleasure.”

The guy knew the way orc cock felt? He’d done his research.

I groaned at how good it felt. Somehow, it was better tonight than it had ever been before.

“Coat that cock in your juices,” he commanded, and I could hear his own breathing speeding up. I assumed he was jerking off as hard as I was, but I was too focused on my own pleasure to concentrate. “I want that dildo just dripping .”

“Yes, Daddy,” I stammered, using one hand on the dildo and the other on my clit. “It’s so wet now.”

“I’m imagining those juices on my cock, Turquoise,” he rumbled. “Do you know what’s special about orc cock?”

I mean…everything? I guess I made some kind of noise because he chuckled darkly.

“Not just the ridges, human, but the climaxes. Orc biology contains an evolutionary adaptation that forces an immediate orgasm as soon as we penetrate a partner.”

Oh yes . “I—I know.” One of the benefits of monster porn, right?

“Well, you’re going to slide that dildo inside your wet, ready cunt, my pretty little human, and when you do, you’re going to orgasm. Is that understood? ”

I couldn’t help the way my voice broke when I helplessly sobbed, “Yesssss….”

His voice hardened. “Do it now.”

Pinching my clit, I slid that thick, ridged dildo inside me, the way I’d done dozens of times before…and I came.

I came hard .

The orgasm burst over me, and whereas I would normally squeeze my eyes and lips shut, this time I knew I was alone in the apartment, knew CallMeDaddy was listening, and I allowed the keening wail to escape as I curled around myself, riding wave after wave of pleasure.

It was a long while before I floated back down to earth, only to hear him murmuring praise through the phone’s speaker. “What a good girl you are, doing just as I told you to do. Such a pretty voice for my little human pet.”

I shuddered, my inner muscles clenching again around the thick monster dildo once more, and a gasp wrenched from my lips.

“Are you well, Turquoise?” His voice was gentle, caring.

Well? Mierda , that was…that wasn’t “well”. That was…uh…

My mind didn’t seem to want to work.

Words. Big words. The best words. Very good. I felt. Wow. So…uh… Wow. “Yeah,” I managed.

It must’ve been enough, because he huffed another little chuckle, and a sort of warm, comfortable feeling swept over me. I had no idea if he’d come, because I’d been too wrapped up in my own pleasure. I wanted to ask, but I didn’t know how.

“Can you speak to me, Turquoise?”

Uh… “Yeah. I’m…that was…good.”

“Thank you. I needed to make sure you were functioning.”

“Functioning,” I repeated like a parrot .

“Oh, yes, because I promised you a memorable evening, my little human.”

There was more?

He must have heard my unasked question. “Can you pull the dildo out, please, and put your robe back on?”

I couldn’t help the little groan of disappointment that slipped from my lips as I slid the dildo from me. “Why?”

“Because I want you to get up and go get some water, then find that vibrator you were telling me about.”

Wide-eyed now, I slowly sat up. “Water?”

“For hydration,” he patiently explained. “We’re not done yet.”

I shivered, suddenly on high alert again. “We’re not?” I whispered in anticipation.

“Oh no, my pretty little human pet. I promised you an evening to remember. Get your vibrator. You’re going to scream my name.”

All I could manage was an excited, “Yes, Daddy.”