Gods, it's been so long, but finally, I can sit down and take a deep breath again. It all started about a week ago, when I drifted into a large harbor town after a long adventure, tired and pent-up from weeks of traveling around the countryside, hunting the local wildlife and searching for specific herbs for some wizard. And so, I stumbled into a combination inn and brothel, looking for both some place to crash and somebody to fuck. Imagine my surprise, then, when I was told that the place was pretty much entirely booked out bar one room and one prostitute—the dingiest room they had, and a male orc. However, I wasn't in the condition to argue, so I just tossed some copper coins at the clerk and slumped into the room. What I found was not what I expected. The orc prostitute, who introduced himself as Krelog, was remarkably beautiful, a strange mixture of an orc's natural rough appearance and a soft guy that enjoys taking care of his look.

With his styled black hair and his violet eyes, I was downright smitten with just one look at him. I assume a lot of people just hear "male orc prostitute", figure him to be some ugly bastard, and that's why he only got very few clients, because that one look was all it took for me to recognize him as the hottest guy I'd ever seen. And by the Gods, the sex... he was perfect. It was like he had an innate knowledge of just what turned me on, and could push me in ways no woman was ever able to. But at the same time, he knew when to slow down, to take it easy and let me catch my breath. By the time I was done, I felt like I had gone to Heaven several times. And so, at that moment, I took his hands, stared straight into his eyes, and asked him to be my companion forever. I expected to be laughed at, to be dismissed with a coy wave of his hand as he got ready for the next client or something like that.

I did not expect him to say yes. That did, in fact, drastically complicate matters. That night, I slept very badly, so many questions buzzing through my mind as to just what I had gotten myself into, especially with him sleeping right next to me—apparently, to save money, the prostitutes at this combination inn and brothel just sleep in the same bed as the clients. But then, in the morning, I turned around to face him as he slowly awoke, an adorable, sleepy smile on his face, and my resolve was immediately restored. This was what I wanted, every day of the rest of my life. To wake up and see that smile.

There were, of course, problems to solve. First of all, Krey—as I had taken to calling him at that point—was still under contract to the brothel, but he clearly thought very little of that. Indeed, he simply asked me to cause a bit of a fuss, and so I stepped up to the front desk, loudly complaining and raising hell about my accommodations, which gave him enough cover to sneak out. We then met up at the outskirts of town, and there we were, together and free. Well, technically, Krey was a fugitive, but that didn't seem to bother him one bit. The next question was how exactly we were going to get married. I honestly hadn't even considered that angle, but he was very insistent that if we were going to be together forever, then he wanted a proper marriage, and I wasn't going to argue. Surprisingly enough, orc-and-human gay marriages weren't exactly something that churches just did, so we needed to get creative.

Thankfully, the harbor town we met in was very close to the border of a small elven commune that would be perfect for our purposes, with this commune having full independence as a small nation the size of a city state, and, more importantly, having its own religion. Specifically, these elves were full-blown tree hugger "peace and love" types that we figured would be all about our story of sticking it to the establishment with our love. Sure enough, after traveling a few days to that commune, we were accepted with open arms. The ceremony was just wonderful. Krey wore a simple white dress, and the sight of him walking down that aisle, dressed like a bashful maiden and looking like he'd never been happier in his entire life, was the most precious thing I've ever seen. The elves pulled out all the stops, since apparently they didn't get to do this a lot, and we were wed in a beautiful forest glade under the cover of moonlight, and we said our vows to the elven harvest and fertility goddess to love each other above all else.

And that brings me to now. The night is still young, and we've just made it back to the small inn in the elven commune. They've provided us with the best room they have, and while that's not a lot, given that they only very rarely get visitors in the first place, it's still a comfy little place with a big bed that the two of us just fall onto, practically deflating as the pressure of this entire week just falls off us bit by bit. Ever so slowly, the reality seems to sink in: we did it. We're married. Turning my head to look at Krey, he just looks back at me, that precious smile on his face, looking as beautiful as he can be in that wedding dress. "So, Nathan... or should I call you 'honey' now?" he asks, reaching over to grasp my hand as we both lay on the bed.

"You can call me whatever makes you happy, Krey," I reply, and I mean it. As long as he gets to smile that smile of his, I couldn't be happier.

But then, his expression changes ever so slightly, his eyes narrowing just a bit and the sides of his mouth curling up into a slightly more playful grin. "Say, honey... it's our wedding night, right? We're all alone, we've got a comfy bed... might there be something you wanna do with me?"