Sowing Old Oats

Neil and Evie bustled about in the kitchen, dancing around each other expertly as they prepped lunch together.

Over the past several years they'd fallen into a comfortable, practiced rhythm with the household chores. Although Neil still insisted on making breakfast by himself, as those two goblins of hers were a big enough handful until they followed their fathers out to the field afterwards.

Pausing to stretch his aching back after pouring the water into the pot, the middle-aged orc supposed that he might have to start letting her help with even that soon. He wasn't as young as he used to be after all.

The blonde half-elf slowed as she sashayed past him. Purposefully, she brushed her shoulder against him while glancing flirtatiously up at him through her lashes.

With a chuckle and a shake of his head he pushed the pot over the fire. He'd thought she'd just been playing the first time she flirted with him. He was sure that the boys had been joking the first time they'd invited him to bed her with them. Over the years, he'd come to believe otherwise.

Yet, he'd never followed the invitations.

Fetching the bucket back to its place, he turned to watch her chop vegetables for a moment. He was much older than the boys who normally surrounded her. But then, he'd always been significantly younger than the old men as well. Caught somewhere between, he'd never quite fit in with anyone.

He hesitated a moment more. Today, there was something irresistible about Evie. Something indefinable that was drawing Neil in. If he were to be completely honest with himself, he wasn't sure that he wanted to resist anymore.

Soon he found himself looming behind her small frame, completely unsure as to what to do. He'd never been the instigator of sex after all.

As if she could feel him there, Evie asked in that gentle singsong voice of hers, "Do you need something Neil?"

Usually he found her voice soothing, but this was not the usual kind of day. It brought up the kind of feeling in him that he'd long abandoned paying attention to.

A soft aroused rumble found its way out of his throat before he could stop it. Her hands stopped, and before he could step away in embarrassment she had pressed and wiggled her ass into his crotch.

His breath stilled and his focus narrowed as she leaned her head back against his chest, and with a mischievous smile murmured, "Shall I push everything to the back of the counter?"

With that smile, the remains of his common sense took a flying leap into the fire.

A quick jerky nod was his almost immediate answer.

Leaning over, she allowed him to feast his eyes upon the elegant lines of her back as she moved things about. Shaking his head when she straightened up, he quickly pulled over another footstool and set it up beside the first.

Giggling, Evie stepped one foot over, widening her stance with an enticing sway of her skirt.

Refusing to question it anymore, Neil stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling into the tight bun on the top of her head.

As his hands roamed over the front of her clothed torso, Evie huskily asked, "How experienced are you?"

"Never had breedin' rights, so there's one important hole I've never been in," he whispered, as he kissed his way down the side of her head.

Of course, if they'd ever been to a whore house, even that hole would not've been off limits. As quickly as the thought popped up, it vanished as he took in her intoxicating scent.

Twisting her torso about, she licked over one of his tusks, giving him an explosion of pleasure. Smirking, she coyly asked the shuddering orc, "Do you wanna experience it now?"

"Mmhmm," he agreed.

Capturing her delicate lips with his own, he undid the drawstring at her neckline. Drinking down her wonderful voice, his hands plunged inside to play with her soft squishy chest.

She felt wonderful in his arms, and he felt in no rush to go further. He'd completely forgotten that there might be a reason to hurry when she pulled back from his lips and breathlessly reminded him, "We do have lunch to prepare."

Regretfully, he nodded and disentangled himself. With a nip to the tip of her slender, gently pointing ear he tried to pull back.

He tried to pull back, only to pause when that one little nip caused her knees to buckle and a loud moan to spill forth.

Surprised at her reaction, Neil nevertheless managed to catch her hips and hold her steady as he unabashedly rubbed himself against her backside.

Regaining her balance, Evie flashed him another coy little smirk before bending over. With a flirtatious little giggle, she slowly hiked her skirt up to show off her round, bare bottom, and her pretty glistening cunt.

Wiggling her hips, she cooed out to the lanky orc behind her, "Neil, please fuck me."

Palming her ass with one hand, Neil still felt lost to the haze of lust as he one handedly dealt with his pant ties and loincloth.

Pressing eagerly into his hand, the half-elf begged, "Please Old Bastard? I need your cock."

Finally just barely free enough, he pressed into her as he growled out happily, "Eager little hussy, aren't you?"

"Oooh, gooooods yesss!" she cried out as his hips smacked into her butt.

Hunching over her small form he slipped his hands under hers. Her small fingers moved between his own, squeezing with his every deceptively frantic yet fully controlled thrust, causing his heart to swell with a delighted warmth.

Curiously, Neil ran his nose along the length of her ear, but it wasn't until he scraped his teeth over the very tip of her ear that he got a reaction similar to her earlier one.

Rocking back against him, Evie cried out desperately, "Cum for me you horny bastard!"

"Wanna take me time," he muttered teasingly as he nipped at her pretty little eartip.

Her only response was to helplessly moan while writhing underneath him.

The fact that they'd been in the middle of cooking was the furthest thing from his mind. However, it'd been over a decade since his lover died, and for the past four years he'd been quietly lusting after the lithe female currently taking his cock so eagerly. All told, it didn't take long for him to spend himself within her with a happy little groaning sigh.

Soon, that turned into a surprised gasp and shudder as her walls squeezed his softening dick out while trapping most of his cum inside.

Pulling them both upright, Neil felt over Evie where she had been pressed into the table edge, and watched closely for any sign of wincing.

To his relief, she seemed fine, but he was plagued by a nagging sense of guilt towards an orc who was long dead, as he knew no one alive would've minded what the two of them had gotten up to.

Chuckling, she turned around in his arms. His hands wound up resting on her generous hips. Looking up into his face, she seemed to misinterpret his guilt as she reassured him, "I did enjoy myself, I don't need to cum every time."

He mustered up a small smile for her, as her hands got busy tucking him away and putting his trousers and loincloth back into order.

Tightening and retying her blouse top, he muttered, "We should get cleaned up and get back to it."

Evie nodded decisively. "We can take our time later when we're not preparing for a hungry horde."

He bit his lower lip, and briefly caressed her cheek before turning away. Making no promises that he was not sure he could keep. Nor putting forth any denials that he was sure he wouldn't mean.

~~~~~

The Hours passed with Neil being more silent than normal. He had a lot on his mind, and so didn't notice the curious and occasionally worried glances Evie, and even the others at lunch cast his way.

He paused before hanging the last blanket, as the wind brought him her scent once more. Turning, he watched the beautiful sight of her tucking a loose golden lock of hair back under her bun while shirts on the line flapped all around her.

Even before Evie came to them, the Old Man had long been encouraging him to go to Sparrow and Bitch and enjoy the closeness of another once more. Orcs, after all, were not meant to be alone. And the Old Man was already much older than the other old boars had managed to live to.

Flashing him a smile, the small half-elf lifted up her empty basket and meandered towards him.

He should hang up the blanket so they could go inside and work on mending till dinner time. His stirring blood told him not to, it told him to let go of the past and listen to the others.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he snapped the blanket out and folded it in half. To the sound of Evie's incredulous laugh, he carefully laid it on the ground.

"I just washed that!" she protested in outraged amusement.

In a rare display of playfulness he rejoindered with, "I'll wash it again later."

Tilting her head, she gave him a look full of curiosity and hope. The later part of which cinched his desires into certainty.

Gently, he took her basket away and set it to the side before helping her to lay on the still warm and damp blanket.

Silently doffing his shirt, he settled down beside her before pulling her into his arms. Their lips met in a slow sensual dance as he pulled the pins out of her hair, re-securing them one by one into the edge of the discarded basket.

Not a word was spoken as they explored each other's lips and body, content in the moment to communicate silently.

Eventually, he pulled back and gazed into the panting girl's eyes. With a gentle smile, he slowly helped her to pull down her top to her waist and then whispered, "Roll so your back is to me."

Quirking an eyebrow, she obediently did as asked. When Neil pulled her ass against the bulge in his pants, Evie seemed to get the point as she rolled her rear against him. Quite contentedly, he wrapped his arms about her and played with her boobs and pointy nipples.

His eyes drifted closed as he enjoyed the feeling of a soft butt in his lap, silky hair against his skin, and squishy tits in his hands.

Soon though, Evie's soft gasps turned into loud needy moans, and her hands gathered the front of her skirt up to join her top around her waist. When her hips gave their first jerk in conjunction with a squeal out of her open mouth, Neil slid his hand down, following her graceful limb to add his large digits to what she was doing.

"Teach me," he whispered huskily, as his fingers followed along with hers.

For much of their relationship he had been the one teaching her. He was sure though that there was much about a woman's body that he did not know. Even more about Evie's body in specific that he wanted to learn.

Hooking her upper leg back over his hip, she grabbed the hand on her boob and started guiding that one as well.

Just as she had always proved an eager student in the past, so too did Neil prove an eager student in the present. He readily responded to every moan of "Firmer," every squeak of "Gentler there". He attentively followed along with every twitch of her fingers. Learning just how she liked having these two delightful places touched.

It almost felt too soon when Evie begged, "Finger fuck me!"

With nary a protest nor any hesitation, his fingers sought out her opening and plunged lustfully in and out while her fingers flicked rapidly back and forth not far away.

Holding on as tight as he dared to his squealing lover, he could not help but to hump at her behind.

Finally, panting and trembling, she wordlessly pulled his hand out of her nethers.

Sucking the sweetly sour taste from his fingers that was the remains of their fucking from hours before, Neil could not get the thought of pinning her down out of his head.

Caressing the leg that was still draped over his hip, he growled out lustily, "I want you again."

"Yes," she breathed out delightedly.

That one small word drove him wild. More swiftly than he'd moved in a while he had her on her back, and himself between her knees. Very quickly he yanked his trousers down. Somewhere in all of that his loincloth vanished.

Guiding himself into her welcoming warmth he let out a low appreciative groan. Contentedly, staring down at the ecstatic woman, he gathered her hands up and kissed each knuckle before grasping both hands in one of his own and holding them above her head.

Hunching over to capture her lips he slowly rolled his hips, and ran his fingers all over her torso.

He found himself in a heaven of pleasurable lust and love.

Moving to her ear, he braced himself above her one handed as his hips sped up. While keeping his senses tuned to her every cry and twitch, he sucked and nibbled on her ear tip as he sought to find out just how hard he could safely burrow into her.

To his delight, he found that he did not have to hold back quite as much as he'd expected. The sound of their flesh meeting joined the joyful noise of Evie reaching the heights of pleasure. Soon after, Neil growled happily into her ear and pressed himself deep as he unleashed his seed once again.

All at once his age caught up to him. Winded, he collapsed to the side and rolled onto his back, only half on their makeshift bed.

Placing her hands upon his chest to brace herself, Evie loomed over him with a worried look on her face as she softly asked, "Are you okay?"

His lips curled into a warm smile as he gazed upon her beauty. The wind caught her hair, lifting it off her shoulders to dance around her face. The heaving of his chest lifted her up and down, further disturbed her hair and caused her tits to bounce delightfully.

As her brow furrowed further, he knew he should answer, but he was so happy as to be speechless.

The mood shifted and grew to include another as Bitch, the other lanky orc, crouched down beside him. As the only orc on this farm with more than a smattering of medical knowledge he laid his ear on his elder's chest. Neil knew he should say something to reassure the two, but he still could not find the words.

Pushing himself slowly back upright, Bitch met Evie's worried frown with a solemn face. "Do you want the bad news?" he asked her in dramatic tones.

Her nod was swift and anxious. Neil had caught his breath by this point and was sure he felt fine, but even he had started to get worried.

Bitch leaned closer and whispered, "The Old Bastard never ravaged me like that."

Evie sputtered and laughed. Neil growled in irritation and gave a halfhearted attempt at swatting the young boar. Bitch fell onto his butt as he dodged while laughing.

"You brat," Neil growled out in affectionate irritation, "Don't scare us like that."

Huffing while they laughed louder, Neil crossed his arms, a smile tugging at his lips as he waited for the other two to get a hold of themselves.

Once the titters had died down, Neil asked the younger orc, "What're you doin' over here?"

Resting an arm on an upraised knee, Bitch shook his head ruefully as he answered, "After how you acted at lunch, we was all worried about you. So I came to check on you as soon as they could spare me."

Pausing to leer and ogle the nearly naked pair, the blond orc muttered to himself, "Good thing I decided to leave the goblins behind."

Neil was rather touched and could not keep the ear to ear grin at bay as he sheepishly explained, "I was just... thinking."

Bitch stood with a nod. Dusting off his bottom he offered, "I'll go get you two some dry clothes, and then go reassure everyone."

Their clothes had gotten rather damp from rolling around on a freshly laundered blanket.

Nodding his agreement, Neil pushed himself up so that he could keep his promise to Evie. He figured he could wash their clothes while he was at it. They'd find room on the line for the extra garments somehow.

However, they never did find his loincloth.

~~~~~

Evie had been laboring for most of the night. It had started shortly after dinner, and it felt like the sun might be rising soon. Although her cries had not been as loud as last time, Neil still doubted that anyone except maybe the goblins had gotten any sleep.

Rolling in bed to try and get comfortable as he rested, having long given up on sleep, he longed to be there for her. They all did, he was sure. But Sparrow was the only one able to stay calm enough to help, and Bitch was the only one who knew what he was doing. So, the rest of them stayed out of the way and tried not to worry too hard.

Silence descended, far too soon in his estimation. Clutching at the blankets, he fought the urge to go rushing down the hall. One way or the other, there would be nothing he could do. So he laid there helpless and sleepless, staring at the wall and waiting.

Shortly, his door opened with a soft click of the latch. Neil turned his head and watched as Bitch poked his head through the doorway and softly asked, as if afraid of waking him, "Old Bastard? You up?"

Snorting, Neil swung himself upright as he grumbled, "I'm pretty sure the whole house is up lad."

Running his fingers through his hair, Bitch muttered, "Yeah probably," before clearing his throat and cheerfully asking, "Do you want to meet your baby?"

Neil stared at him with narrowed eyes, detecting the faintest hint of falseness to that cheer. He was impatient to go see Evie though, so he pushed himself up and rushed out the door dragging along the worn out orc in his wake as he interrogated him, "What's wrong? Is Evie okay?"

Bitch hurried to reassure him before they got too far down the hall, "Evie's in better condition than last time."

Neil decided that he must've been misreading his tone. Bitch was probably tired, or maybe he was disappointed that it wasn't his. Although, he wasn't disappointed last time...

Cautiously poking his head into the room Neil furrowed his brow worriedly. His little goblin was suckling at his mother's breast, quite strongly and loudly, but he was also easily half the size the other two had been when Neil first met them.

Granted, Wren had been a week old when he came to the farm, but Davy had only been a day old when Neil first laid eyes upon him.

Creeping into the room, he barely noticed Bitch slipping in behind him. Cautiously, Neil climbed onto the bed beside the very obviously exhausted Evie.

She gave him a very fragile smile that just about broke his heart. Neil caressed her cheek, worried that she might start crying, he reassuringly said, "We can go fire up the warming box in the barn. We've used it to save a handful of premature foals and calves over the years. And goblins is tough. And I'm sure the boys won't mind bringing your bed out there."

Her smile grew stronger as he spoke, until with a laugh she leaned her head onto his shoulder and hoarsely told him, "He's not premature, he's just small."

"Oh," Neil said dumbly and pulled her to his side as he gazed in awe down at the pair in his arms.

He'd heard of these scrawny ones from town. Since the new army took over, they were popping up in conversation more and more frequently with every year that passed. Supposedly, they were usually just as healthy as their larger siblings.

Leave it up to his old oats to give her an easier birth.

Neil caressed the back of a little hand, falling in love as it twisted around to grab his finger tip.

Smiling dopily, Neil giddily asked, "What's his name?"

"Nelson," Evie anxiously answered.

Neil had the feeling that something was bugging her, but from the evasive way she kept looking away, he was pretty sure that she wouldn't talk about it.

He kissed the top of Evie's head as he murmured, "There's plenty of room on the farm for someone small. Hell, I'm sure little Nels will be running circles around his older brothers and bossing them around in no time."

Giggling a bit more cheerfully she asked, "You really think so?"

"Well he's my kid," Neil answered boastfully.

Relaxing against him, the half-elf shifted the small babe to burb him.

Neil had a worry of his own though. He glanced over to where Bitch was continuing to clean. Bitch's teacher had barely been ten years older than Neil currently was when he fell over dead, his heart stopped.

Sweeping his fingers up the baby's soft arm, he set his finger back into that firm grasp as he slowly said, "I'm too old to be called dad though."

Before Evie could say anything, Bitch sputtered out incredulously, "You can't be that much older than The Old Man was when he brought home Derick!"

Wide eyed and anxious, Evie quickly nodded her agreement.

Ignoring the outburst and kissing Evie's forehead, Neil firmly said, "I think, it'd be best if little Nels called me grampa."

Shaking his head, and picking up the last of the towels, Bitch left the room.

Evie's opinion was the one that mattered most though.

Anxiously, Neil awaited her words. She thought about it while she placed the baby into his cradle and rocked him to sleep.

Finally, she looked into the older orc's eyes and caressed his cheek before saying, "If that's what you want."

Smiling sadly, he pressed his face into her palm as he admitted, "In the long run, I think it'll be easier for him."

After a long pause while they stared searchingly into each other's eyes, she let out a soft little, "Alright."

He gave her a deep thankful kiss, before getting up to blow out all the lights, and climb back in bed with her.

Wrapping himself around Evie, Neil listened as her breath deepened and evened out, before drifting off to sleep himself.