Page 5 of Size Doesn't Matter

“Did you drive here?” he asked.

“No, I walked.”

“Hop in the truck, then. It’s not a long journey to my house so you won’t have to wait terribly long to find out if the night is going to progress as you plan.” He sneered at me, those long teeth suddenly looking a lot more dangerous.

“Thanks for the ride,” I told him as I climbed into the truck, fastening the seatbelt with shaky hands. “I hope you’re looking forward to this as much as I am.”

Cyrus nodded silently, his eyes trained on the road ahead. I couldn’t tell whether he was acknowledging what I said or agreeing with me. I hoped it was the latter, but the blankness in his gaze told me it was more likely the former.

I had to play my cards right with him if I wanted to see him naked anytime soon. It was a lot of work for someone I just wanted to sleep with, but I’d made it this far, and I could put up with his quirks for a little while longer if the reward at the end of this was as sweet as I hoped.

4

CYRUS

Nico was quiet as we drove to my house. I lived in a little cottage downtown surrounded by other small, quiet houses. It might have been wiser for me to live in a larger home that was made for orcs rather than humans, but I liked my neighborhood and had no intention of leaving any time soon.

Nico finally spoke once we’d pulled into the garage and I parked the truck.

“Is this it?” he asked, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Yes, this is my home.”

“It’s nice.”

“You haven’t seen inside yet.”

A smirk flashed across his face and it must have taken every ounce of strength he possessed to not crack an inappropriate joke. “I can’t wait,” he said, his voice wavering as he held back a laugh.

I led him to the front door, unlocked it, and ducked so I could fit inside without bumping my head on the door frame.

“Why don’t you get a new door?” Nico asked, glancing around the living room curiously as he walked in. “The inside is nice and roomy.” He pointed toward the ceiling, which was high enough to allow me to stand to my full height.

“It doesn’t bother me much,” I admitted. “I’ve grown used to it over the years, so it would be strange to change it now, and I’m not terribly fond of changes. Truth be told, I did consider replacing it when I first moved in, but after training myself not to bump my head after a few painful mishaps, I decided it was easier to leave as it was and not make a fuss.”

“But think of how nice it would be to not have to duck.” He flopped down on the couch on the other side of the room, the stark whiteness of it contrasting shockingly against his shirt. He spread his legs wide and stretched his arms over the backrest.

I sat down in the chair opposite him. “A new door would be nice, but I’m certainly not going to change it simply because a stranger told me I should.”

Nico scoffed. “I’m hardly a stranger.”

The furniture dwarfed his body, making him look like a doll positioned on human objects. He was more suited to the size of a goblin or an incubus, but he wanted an orc, and an orc was what he got.

“We met mere hours ago – you are practically a stranger,” I insisted.

Nico’s eyes darted around the room, taking every little bit of it in. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He shifted uncomfortably, closing his legs and folding his hands into his lap. “So, are we going to discuss our future together?” he asked.

“My, you are forward, aren’t you?”

“I guess I am. Do you like that?”

“Sometimes.” I leaned forward, meeting his reluctant gaze. “Listen to me, Nico. You seem like a nice enough man, but I need you to understand something about sex with orcs.”

“Ooh, tell me.” His eyes lit up as he eagerly awaited my next words.

“We’re big.” I gestured awkwardly to my lap.

“I know. I’ve watched orc porn before.”

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