Date: Thu, 9 Jan 2020 05:24:39 +0000 (UTC) From: Bradley LeFevre Subject: Orc Bitch Chapter 4 This story contains depictions of sex acts performed between consenting males (human and otherwise ;) ). If you are underage or living in a region where such material is illegal, please read no further. This story is a fantasy written solely for entertainment, and as such no real persons or events are portrayed. If you like this story and wish to continue reading others like it, consider making a donation to Nifty. I'm writing this in addition to several other more ambitious projects I'm drafting for publication. As such I may take a while between installments. If you're dying for the next chapter shoot me an encouraging email, and I'll see what I can do. Thanks so much to those who have already messaged me. I'm glad the story is being appreciated. Enjoy :) Chapter 4 When we finally left our tent we were met with thunderous applause. Uruk swelled with pride, beating his chest with one fist while holding me close to his side with the other. I, on the other hand, was not quite so proud, mostly because while my husband at least had on his breechclout, all of my clothes had been destroyed the night before. Standing there completely naked, I blushed as six orcs eyed me lustfully, their own snakes rising in their breechclouts as I hurriedly tried to cover myself. "Let Orcus bless my bride," he cried, first in orc, and then more quietly in human for my benefit, placing his hand on my belly, "and see him through a healthy pregnancy." "Orcus! Orcus! Orcus!" they barked, beating their chests and stomping their feet. I couldn't help but smile, despite my embarrassment, as he cupped my cheek, bringing me into a sweet and tender kiss. "I have claimed my Urukhal," he barked, holding me close, my head resting on his bulging, hairy pecs, "nine times over." The orcs shouted their hurrahs, chanting something in their language. "They want to see," he said lecherously as his brothers clapped in cheers. See? What were they going to-- And then he turned me into him, my face buried in his hairy chest and my ass on view. The hooting and cheering was deafening as Uruk spread my cheeks, showing my puckering hole for all of the orcs to see. After shouting something in orc to hurrahs and wolf-whistles, he said to me, "They agree. It's the most exquisite pussy they've ever seen." "Uruk, please!" I shouted, trying to cover my ass, but he wouldn't let me. "Shh, my love," he said, kneading my ass, rubbing a finger along my puckering cunt lips, "do not be ashamed. You are a thing of beauty, and that beauty is meant to be shared with your people." He spun me around, still clasping me tightly to him. "See the effect you have on your subjects." It was hard not to. All six of the orcs were grabbing their stiff pricks, pulling them out from their thin loincloths. Six giant orc cocks glistening with precum, six pairs of eyes staring at me like I was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen, a mix of awe and unquenchable lust shown in their red eyes, the licking of their lips, their rhythmic grunts and hoots. "They might fight for the glory of their king and country, but they would gladly die to save their queen. You are their prize," he said. "You are their hope for the future. You are the great mother to us all." Bitch, mother, queen, it still felt strange to my ear to hear these inherently femine terms in reference to me. I had always been seen as masculine, perhaps not the most masculine as I wasn't as strong as my older brothers, and I had always been prettier than any of my siblings, but I was still manly. There were hairs on my chin, granted not many, and before I'd seen orc cock I'd thought that I had a pretty impressive tool, but as I looked out at all of the leather-skinned, muscle-bound, masculine-as-fuck monsters, with their powerful jaws, red, hungry eyes, coarse bodyhair, and mammoth members, I thought that next to them I deserved the femine titles. Next to these pinnacles of masculinity I was designed to be their woman. A real woman could never survive here, could never fit in, but me, I was beginning to feel that I fit in more here than I'd ever fit in anywhere. Beauty in men wasn't particularly prized in the human world, but amongst orcs it was all that mattered. I'd found a place where I could truly excel, and if it meant adapting titles that I'd been raised to find offensive, so be it. This new world was strange and jarring, but once I acclimated I found the changes much to my liking. Placing my hand on my husband's, guiding it down to rest on my belly, to feel where our child was growing, I put on my most queenly smile. "Are you comfortable, my queen?" he asked me. "Yes, husband," I said. "Just give me a heads up before you show off my pussy. I may be an orc bitch now, but in the world of men we aren't quite as brazen with our bodies, at least not royalty." "Your body belongs to me now, love," he said. "I'll do with it as I wish." "And I'll react as I wish," I said, "and if you don't want me to slap you or bite you in front of your orcs you will give me the benefit of a warning." He chuckled, pulling me into him tighter so that I could feel his growing member snaking along my thigh. "Noted," he said. "Then I suppose I should give you a warning now. It is tradition that a bride be anointed after the claiming." I watched as the orcs vigorously stroked their enormous cocks. "Anointed?" I asked. "Anointed with what?" "Cum," he said easily, as though it was obvious. "WHAT?!" Was there no limit to their depravity?! I spun around to face him. "Uruk," I said, "you are my husband. What we do in our bedroom is our business, but you can't possibly think that I would allow six strange men--" "Orcs," he corrected. "Whatever! It's a debasement, and I will not allow it!" "Urukhal," he said. "Your body belongs to me now. If I wish to see it covered in the cum of my brothers it shall be so." "Please!" I begged. "Don't make me do this! You have already taken so much from me. Don't take away the last shred of my honor! I am to be their queen! How will they ever respect me after," I gestured to the grunting orcs, "this?" "You know very little about orcs," he said. "No," I said. "No, I suppose I don't, but I do know how people think--" "People, yes, human people," he interjected. "You know how they think, but you don't know how orcs think." "No, I--are they really any different?" What was he getting at? Who could possibly respect a vessel for cum? "From all that I learned of humans from my mother, incredibly," he said. "Do you know what the orc word for `queen' is?" "No," I said. "I don't know any orc words. Before yesterday, I wasn't even sure that orcs existed. I thought they were myths, like fairies." He grinned. "One thing at a time." What the hell did he mean by that? "Are you say--" "It's gurde," he said. "What?" I asked. "The orc word for `queen', it's gurde," he said. "You may recognize it..." Recognize it? It was pure gibberish as far as I was concerned. What could he possibly be playing at? "As it comes from the human word `god'." Oh... "You mean..." I said, finding it hard to piece together my question, to comprehend how wrong I had been, "they see me..." their faces, contorted in pleasure and concentration, which I had previously thought were lost in brazen lust, were now seeming more like worship, "as a god?" "More or less," he said. Well... I supposed respect from my new countrymen, country-orcs--Gods, language was confusing!--wasn't something I needed to worry about anymore, but still it felt... wrong. I was used to being a nobleman, to being at the pinnacle of society, a prince, but I was still mortal. Wasn't falsely claiming to be a god the worst kind of sacrilege? Wouldn't the real gods take offence? It just didn't seem plausible. Surely their past queens had died? What good was a god who died, of old age no less? And besides, Uruk was an orc, and he didn't see me as a god, did he? "But you don't," I said. "No," he said, and I felt a huge sense of relief. I didn't want my lov--well, my husband to see me as anything other than what I was. "But I do see in you more than an average man sees in his bride." I placed my hand on his as it cupped the side of my head. He was complicated, at times cruel and unyielding, and yet at others he was so kind it was sweet. Before I'd met him I hadn't known how many emotions I could hold in my heart for one person, or rather, orc. "Do you know the official title for an orc king" he said. "I think you know damn well that I don't." He chuckled. "It's gurdendrang, god-tamer." "So that means you tame... me?" "Yes," he said. "My right to rule comes from claiming you, from fathering future kings from your womb." With his hand on my belly, his hard cock inches from me, I felt my own cock beginning to rise. "You are the most important conquest I have ever made," he said, pulling me in for a sweet, soft kiss. "Trust me when I say your health and safety are more important to me than my own. If I tell you to do something, it is always to your benefit. Lose your doubts and submit to me, my love, and your every moment will be bliss." I supposed I could at least try. Maybe he was right. He knew more than I did about the life I was fixing to lead, had watched his own mother fill my role for decades. Besides, there was something appealing about submitting to such a powerful figure, a strapping, virile emblem of masculine energy, a husband, a king. Now that I was aware of the power that I held over the orc who would be my master, I felt a sense of my own importance return to me. He would keep me safe, would meet my every need, would respect me for the rest of my days. What more could I want than that? What life was better than that of a recumbent, cherished queen? "Ok," I said, "my love." He beamed down at me as I blushed, holding his hand. "So," I said, looking over at the orcs, all of them still furiously beating their meat, "what do I do?" "First," he said, grasping my chin, pulling my face back to him, my lips meeting his as he devoured me, his tongue pressing into my throat, taking my breath away. "So sweet," he purred, "like honeyed wine." His arm at my back, even though my legs were weak from his kiss he would not let me fall. I rested my head on his chest, my fingers curling through his oily fur. "Oh Uruk." He hugged me to him. "Do I please, my wife?" "Yes," I said, "even when you make me furious you somehow manage to please." He chuckled. "My fiery little bride," he kissed me again. "I could spend every moment for the rest of my life with you in my arms, and it would not be enough. Sadly you have a duty you need to attend to." I was beginning to think I felt the same. "How do I..." The image of the orcs jerking their huge pricks, now that it wasn't scaring me was kind of mesmerizing, balls bouncing in rhythm with their strokes. "Just follow me," he said, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me forward. He had me kneel down before the band of orcs, who all circled around me with my husband standing behind. "Think of it like an offering," he whispered in my ear, "of what you need most in the world." I didn't know if cum was really what I needed most in the world. Food, water, and air all seemed a bit more necessary. Speaking of which, it had been over a day since I'd had anything to eat or drink, and yet I was neither hungry nor thirsty. Hopefully we'd have breakfast after the annointing. "I think you'll like the ending," he said, before backing away. "Shouldn't you be giving me a warning, my husband?" I asked. He laughed. "Some things are meant to be a surprise, my queen." I would have argued back, but I was distracted by the loud moans and snorts from one of the orcs to my right as he approached, taking his hand off of his cock, which was near eruption. "Gurde, bor sie gramen samen!" he barked. I watched him, waiting for something to happen, some inclination of what I needed to do, but nothing happened. "You have to kiss his head before he can cum," Uruk said. "What?!" I shouted. "I'm not doing that! Why can't he just cum on his own?" "He needs your permission," he said. "Fine! He has it." "You could tell him if you wish. Yet, I'm afraid, he only speaks orc. Do you speak orc?" "You know damn well--" "Then kiss his cockhead," he said. "A kiss means the same thing in every language." Was I really about to do this? "Submit, Urukhal," he said. "Submit." Fine! I'd do it. I'd pucker up and kiss that possibly dirty cockhead and-- It was like a jolt of electricity surged through me as my lips connected with the orc cock. It was as though all of the energy he'd put into beating his meat discharged into me, coursing through my veins, making my stomach spasm. Then, with a mighty roar, he exploded. Volley after volley of cum blasted my face like waves of seawater, and from what passed my lips the content was equally as salty. I was completely soaked as still more cum hit my neck and chest, running down my abdomen to drip off of my hard cock. "Fuck," I said. I didn't know anyone could cum that much. It was all over me, covering my face, coating my hair, my chest and stomach. I couldn't even open my eyes. How was I going to get all of this off of me? Any why, God, why did it feel so good? Just like orc spit, orc cum was oddly soothing, relaxing my body wherever it touched. The orc whose cum it was massaged his jism all over my head and neck like it was oil, running it through my hair, over my chest, gently rubbing it into my belly. "Samen Gurde grunde a me," he said, kissing my belly as his hand journeyed downwards, grasping at my cock, coating it with his sperm as I felt my own load swelling within me. "What are you doing?" I said, though I knew he didn't understand. Then his lips came to wrap around my cock head. "FUCK!" I cried as I exploded into his waiting mouth. He pulled and sucked until every last drop of my cum ran down his eager tongue. "Gud," he purred, licking the last drops from my slit like it was manna from heaven. At least I knew what he meant by that, and I had to agree. Everything about it had felt... well... gud. "Gurde," he whispered lovingly before pressing his lips to mine. I could taste my cum on his lips as he pulled away, walking backwards in a deep bow. It was strange, being wanted so badly by such a powerful creature, being treated like a holy relic, cherished and offered to. It gave me a taste of what godhood must be like, and I wanted more. Luckily I had five more orc cocks to kiss, one for each arm, each foot and leg, and one to cover my back. By the time they were finished I was completely covered in orc cum, glistening with it like glazed pottery, and for every load I took I had one sucked out of me by eager, hungry lips. "Are you ready for one last load, my queen?" said Uruk from behind me. I was exhausted, my cock fully spent, and yet I would never say no to my husband's cum. "Yes," I said. Lifting me up like I was weightless, he spun me around so that I was facing him. "Do you feel your people's love, Gurde?" he asked. "Yes, my Gurdendrang," I said. The orcs were still gazing at me, pulling absentmindedly at their meat. As they began to approach I wondered what part of the ceremony remained, what more they needed to do. "Gurde cuntar sinne mea. Urukhal pindar anspruch, sprecked unt samen," he said as he leered at me, locking me with his gaze as his orcs hurried about, chanting something I couldn't make out. "Uruk," I said. "Cunta! Cunta! Cunta!" the orcs continued to chant, grasping at my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, staring at my pussy. "Uruk, what are they--" And then I felt a tongue grazing across my cunt, guttural moaning vibrating into my hole. "Fuck," I moaned. "They're readying you," he said. Two tongues were now running up my crack, edging their way past my puckering cunt lips, invading me. "They've painted your outsides," he said. I felt the tongues retreating and something else, something much bigger lining up to my hole. "Now it's my turn," spreading my ass cheeks apart, all of the orcs kneeling below me, watching my cunt lips spasm, "to paint your insides." And then he impaled me. In one swift thrust he pressed down on my hips, rammed his cock forward and buried himself inside of me. I didn't even have time to scream. They all roared, beating their chests, cheering on their leader as he ravaged me. "Uruk! Gurdendrang! Tranken dar cunta!" they shouted. His fucking was so savage, so feral that I couldn't worry about the fact that he was destroying my hole in front of an audience. Afterwards I understood why he did it. It was the ultimate display of power, splitting open a gurde on your massive cock, pummeling your poor bride into submission. In the moments that it was happening, though, my mind was blank, overwhelmed by sensation. Pain and pleasure, fullness when his balls slapped against my back, knocking at the base of my spine, followed by emptiness when he would pull out of me only to slam back in, it was maddening. I was either going to cum or I was going to die. It was that intense. "Urukhal," he grunted, slamming my hips up and down as I posted on his cock, arms grasped tightly around his bull-like neck. "So close," I mumbled, barely lucid. "Another warning." He thrust away, threatening to pull the walls of my pussy out with his thick beastly dick. "When I said... I'm going... to paint your insides..." I could barely make out what he was saying in the midst of the shouting, the beating and the bucking. "I... meant... every... INCH!" He bellowed, throwing his head back as every vein in his body bulged. Shot after shot after shot of cum, a stream that seemed to be never ending flooded my guts, travelling up, into my colon, my intestines, my liver and stomach, down into my kidneys, winding through my blood, up my esophagus and into my lungs. I thought that I would die, that I would drown in his cum, and maybe I was. I certainly felt heavenly, as though my body was incased in a cloud. "Orcus! Orcus! Orcus! Uruk! Uruk! Uruk!" the orcs chanted. Gone was all pain, all weariness, all soreness in my muscles and joints. In its stead was a warmth and a light that felt so... easy. I knew that I should worry, that I should try to fight against this. I didn't want to die, and yet... "Don't fret my love," said Uruk, brushing the hair out of my eyes. He looked almost as tired as I, and yet he was still holding me. "You are going through the last phases of the transformation." Transformation? What did he... "Long live Uruk! Long live his bride! May Orcus bless them a thousand sons!" the orcs shouted. Wait... since when did the orcs speak human? "Go to sleep my love," said Uruk, giving me a soft kiss that I barely felt. "When next you wake I'll explain everything." But... "Take my bride to the caravan. Let him sleep awhile," he said, or at least that's what I heard, but from the shape of his lips that was not what he said. Was I hearing things? The orcs seemed to understand him, too, though. Maybe... "Sleep," he said once more, his red eyes weary. The orcs took hold of me, pulling me off of his cock. Though I could barely feel, I did not see a single drop leak out. Who knew how much cum was inside of me and where it all would go. Right now I didn't care, though. I couldn't care about anything. It was so hard to keep my eyes open, so hard not to surrender. He had said to go to sleep, that I would awake, but it felt like death. Could I trust him? I don't know if my answer was yes or if I simply lost the fight for just as soon as they'd laid me on the pillows in the caravan I had closed my eyes and all went black.