This is an original story, with original characters. I wrote the story, and Morgan, to reflect my experiences as a transgender man. That is to say, I know there are other ways to experience being transgender, and other ways to express that. I wanted to write about a man that was comfortable with himself, and could be every bit a hero or villain as the cis gendered men in the genre, and be fully accepted for who and what he is.
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This is the first draft.
There is an explicit sex scene. Be warned.
Morgan walked into the Lady Rose Inn with this comrades. He was the shortest of the travel worn men. He shared in the grime and travel dirt with the rest of his fellows, though. He was clearly human, with tanned skin, and several weeks worth of stubble growing on his chin. His unkempt brown hair hung on his head, with the slightest grey coming in at the temples. His eyes belied his worn appearance, and were bright blue and showed his good humor.
“So, I call the first bath,” Morgan said, while smacking the largest of the men on the back. Morgan smirked at the resounding thud of the contact.
The man he hit stood head and shoulders above everyone else, and was even taller to Morgan. He was a half-orc from beyond the mountains of Hargrove’s kingdom. Like all members of the Orcish race, the giant was tall, broad, and with a greenish tinge to his skin. He also had tusk-like teeth that protruded from his mouth, that occasionally made it hard to understand his speech. His name was Axe in these human dominated lands.
“Not unless you plan to fight me for it, little man,” Axe said, and just shook his head. Then he leaned down, and smiled a toothy, tusk filled, smile at Morgan. They faced each other eye to eye for a moment.
Morgan reached up and flicked the big man’s tusk with his fingers, and said, “I bet Rose will let me go first.”
“Or. . . you could go get your stuff at the apothecary, and let me have first dibs on the bath,” Axe responded. “These long limbs could really use the soak, and I’ll make sure you get the second one before James does whatever it is he does to defile the soaking tub.” As Axe said this, his dark eyes flicked forward to the dirtiest of the humans in the company.
Morgan smiled, and said, “Alright, but only if you promise to beat anyone that tries to cut in front of me.”
“You have my word, little man,” The half-Orc said solemnly. Only his eyes betrayed his amusement.
Morgan turned to go back out onto the busy street, and could hear James complain, “Wait? I defile the tub?!”