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This story contains sexual content between a male and futanari, and mpreg. Any names referenced in its writing that bear resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental. All characters referenced are 18 years old (or older). Thank You and Enjoy.
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Staring back out of the mirror was a prince, a young man of 19 years, patiently waiting for a specific someone in particular. The short blonde hair of the pale skinned young man reflected the care and attention appropriate for a member of the kingdom's royal family. The face appeared only slightly more rounded than it had some 8 months ago when both his life, and the life of his family (present and future) was changed forever.
His father, the king, was raised in a royal household that emphasized military dominance over one's enemies, and this was passed along to the prince in turn. In the many centuries that preceded the birth of the Prince, defeat of the kingdom's armies occurred only a handful of times, and the defeat was returned ten-fold to the perpetrating force. The kingdom had unparalleled soldiers skilled on horseback, and it was the Cavalry which typically made the difference. Skilled both with the bow and arrow for long range combat, and sword and shield for close range combat, almost half of the kingdom's army was comprised of Cavalry. Perhaps it was the arrogance of the field generals, or the fact they had not faced a significant military threat on nearly half of a century. Regardless, the Cavalry did not make a significant difference the day that the kingdom fell to the invaders of the East.
For many centuries, the lands to the East were forbidden to all. Stories of demons, sorcery, and strange happenings spread in relation to the East. Where these stories came from was anybody's guess, but they ultimately had a ring of truth about them. Seemingly at random one day, legions of creatures emerged from the forests that were considered the boundary separating the lands of the East and the kingdom of the West. Early scout reports indicated that all manner of monsters were invading the land, but were organized much as what would be expected of a true military force. With shocking speed, the legions swept across the land, leaving a trail of destruction directly to the castle of the king.
Feeling the child within kick at his insides, the young prince brings his hands down to his midsection in an attempt to calm the unborn child within. Carefully standing up, the prince begins to pace around his royal bedchambers to calm the little one. Learning how to walk while pregnant was something that the young prince never thought he would have to learn. While waddling around the confines of the bedchamber, the prince gently massages his gravid midsection through the custom tailored piece of maternity clothing given to him by the Sire of his unborn child. Feeling the little one beginning to calm, the prince takes the opportunity to look out of the single window of the room that views the castle's entry courtyard. It was that courtyard where the prince first met the future sire of his unborn child.
Once the legions of creatures had made it to the royal castle, they surrounded the castle of the king, and sent a delegation to the front gate. Under threat of destruction, the king allowed the delegation to enter the royal courtyard. With looks of horror on their faces, the human's eyes met roughly a dozen creatures riding on large four legged animals that looked like oversized wolves, but had a saddle on each to accompany their riders. The first creature to dismount was the one leading the pack.
The creature, who would later become known as an 'orc' was green skinned, with oversized fangs extending vertically from the mouth. The orc was wearing what could be described as battle armor, battle worn by appearance but very effective nonetheless. As the orc removed its helmet, it became apparent that the green skinned orc was in fact a female, at least by human anatomy standards. Addressing the King (with the rest of the royal family standing only a few paces behind), the orc gave the conquered an ultimatum, to discuss the terms of the kingdom's surrender in public or in private.
In the private audience chamber of the royal family, the orc introduced herself as 'Queen Glasha' of the East, and gave the king only two options. The first was his kingdom to be left in pieces, and the second was for the king to offer his firstborn to be bearer of her children, and let the kingdom continue to exist under rule of the East. Recognizing the look of confusion on the human's faces, the Orc Queen pulled aside the armor & loincloth covering her genitals. Every member of the royal court gasped at the sight of such a masculine organ on a creature, even if it was from the East.
The young prince was directly behind the king's throne when the Orc Queen revealed herself, and part of him thought that the king visibly relaxed ever so slightly after the revelation. Watching his father agree to the Orc Queen's terms, the prince suddenly felt a pang of regret and sadness at the thought of his eldest sister's womb being offered to the conquering army as a bargaining chip, but such was the way of politics in the time in which they lived. The Orc Queen, however, had other ideas and intended to keep the King to his word.
With the prince's legs weak from walking around the royal chamber, he sits once again to ease the pressure and swelling of his feet. Bringing them up to his knees, he attempts to massage them, but an orc child in your belly can make that difficult. Calling out to the hall for the royal attendant, the middle-aged slave woman begins to work on his feet, trying to work the soreness out of his feet and ankles. Feeling the attendant's hands work and knead his foot muscles, he wonders if the emotional feelings he is experiencing now are similar to hers. The circumstances dictate that he should hate his family and the sire of his child, yet he finds himself in conflict.
Initially when the Orc Queen made it perfectly clear that 'first born' meant exactly that, the king went into a frenzy, furious that his sole heir is to be given to this orc creature, and that the prince was to bear its offspring. Rather quickly, the Orc Queen made it very apparent that, this could be done the easy way or the hard way. For a brief moment, the king began to scheme how to salvage the situation, but quickly came to the conclusion that there was no recourse. The result being that an official "Betrothal" ceremony was held to announce the union of the Orc Queen Glasha and the Royal Prince Hamilton, and all combat in the kingdom was to immediately cease.
Satisfied with the work of the royal attendant, he thanked her and bid her to leave him be. Looking opposite of the room, he noticed that the door to the clothing cabinet was slightly ajar, revealing his 'official' wedding attire. It was just as white as it had been on the day of the wedding nearly 8 months ago. Traditionally, it was the bride that wore a white dress, but in this unique situation, it was the prince that wore a royal white suit, and the Orc Queen wore a gleaming suit of armor. There was a great number of people present, both human and otherwise. The ceremony was surprisingly traditional, but it was simply for the sake of appearances.
The following evening, a much more lengthy, and private ceremony was held in orc fashion where only about 6 or 7 individuals were present. The prince was dressed simply in a loin cloth to hide his privates, and the orc queen the same. The orc wedding involved a lot of chanting and exchange of wine to signify the union of two individuals. Even the prince had to admit, the orc ceremony was much more intimate and personal compared to the traditional human wedding. The consummation of the union was nearly as intimate as the orc wedding ceremony, although not quite as immediate as would be expected.
Breaking from his reverie, a sudden knock on the door of the royal bedchamber registers on his eardrums. Acknowledging the individual requesting entrance, the prince verbally gives his consent and his wife enters the room. As the orc queen enters the royal bedchambers, she is forced to duck her head upon entering the doorway for fear of hitting the top of the opening. Dressed in her shining, almost chrome royal armor, she is a vision that would intimidate even the most battle hardy soldier.
With the orc queen past the threshold and the door closed behind her, she addresses the prince, "Hello my husband. I trust you are doing well?" making sure to give a bow out of respect to the young man who bested her in single combat on their wedding night.
Struggling to get to his feet, the young prince attempts to return the bow, but ends up simply providing a small courtesy, much like a woman. "Welcome back my Queen. Both of us seem to be doing well. You have been away for nearly half a season now."
As the young prince sits back down on the bed, the much larger orc closes the distance between them in only a few steps. "Ruling a kingdom can be very time consuming, but you already know that, don't you my prince."
Kneeling before her mate so that their heads are roughly at the same level, the queen gently runs her calloused fingers on either side of the prince's face, and slowly comes in for a kiss. Temporarily frozen by the action, the prince experiences the same slight tingle in his lips he felt when the marriage was consummated. With a slight moan, the young man parts his mouth and allows the larger tongue of his wife to enter his mouth. As the unlikely pair passionately kiss like long lost lovers, they allow their hands to explore the upper torso of the other. While the queen revels in touching her mate for the first time in half a season, the prince's touch is frustratingly interrupted by the she-orc's armor.
With a groan, Glasha breaks the embrace both from frustration at the fact that she still has her armor on, and the fact that her lower extremities are getting increasingly constricted in said armor. "If we don't stop this now husband, we might get a little bit too rough in the bed, and we can't be too zealous when you are so far along with child."
Before the prince can respond, the familiar movement in his belly begins once again, as if sensing the other half of its parentage nearby. With great care, the queen carefully lifts up the hem of the pseudo maternity dress the prince is wearing, and places her green hands on the distended white skin of her mate. The prince's belly has stretch marks on the outside, and a dark tan line running directly down its center. As the unborn child within calms, the she orc stands and addresses her mate. "The journey for me has been long and hard, and I am need of a bath my fighting prince. I trust that my custom made wash tub is still present?"
With a grin on the prince's face, he responds "Of course. If you recall it only took (3) lesser orcs to get it in the washroom in the first place."
Throwing her head back laughing at the prince's jest, the queen rises to her feet and begins to remove her armor. Shifting to the corner of the bedchamber with her back to the prince, the she orc removes piece by piece of her shimmering armor until only her undergarments remain. For unexplained reasons, the prince is still struck by the fact the Queen of the East removes her own armor, and doesn't have at least have another hand in the process.
Turning around to face the prince, he is greeted with an impressively toned physical specimen with only the breasts and her she-cock covered by fabric. By physical standards, the queen was both very pretty, and almost equally as intimidating. There appeared not to be an ounce of fat on the queen's body, maybe with exception to her cloth covered breasts. Noticing both the admiration of her prince and the tent forming in his clothes, the queen gives him a toothy grin.
"Hmm, I take it we like what we see my husband?" Almost playfully, the queen slowly runs her green hands down the front of her body accentuating her shape, yielding a deep blush of pink from the prince.
Stepping forward before the prince, the she orc extends her hand to her husband. Using her hand to help him stand, the she-orc practically escorts the pregnant prince to the adjacent washroom where a warm bath has already been drawn. Orcs have always revered those that are with child, and her husband is no exception. As both individuals remove what is left of their clothing, each one can't help but admire the other in their naked glory, especially since it has been nearly half a season since they have seen one another. Radiating the glow that most expectant mothers have, Glasha finds the gravid belly and white skin of the prince a sight to see.
As the prince's dick begins to rise in arousal, he drinks in the unabashed form of his wife. With a figure that radiates power, he finds it hard to believe that such a physical specimen is both one of the leading warriors of the East, as well as a superb lover. Whether it is the large green skinned breasts of the queen, the shining black hair, or the two large teeth extending vertically from her jaw almost in a permanent smile, he finds himself ogling the sire of his child. As his eyes travel down to her slowly growing member, he remembers how angry and frightened he was when the two of them consummated the marriage a fortnight after the wedding ceremony, and how understanding she was of his fear.
Taking a few tentative steps towards his wife, the prince begins to plant small nips along the chiseled ab muscles of the she-orc. Having to lean forward slightly to prevent his belly from getting in the way, he reaches around behind her back, and digs his fingers into Glasha's back muscles, eliciting a groan of appreciation. As the nerve endings in his skin register a growing stiffness against his gravid belly, the prince shifts his hands from the she-orc's muscular back to her cock. Grabbing it with both hands, the tips of Hamilton's fingers barely touch as they encircle the impressive member.
Letting out a groan from not having her cock touched since they last mated, the she orc's cock throbs in the prince's smaller, human hands. As each deep vein in her cock pulses, the prince gently begins to jerk his wife's cock until the first drops of milky white fluid begins to emerge from her cock slit. Bending down more to take the oversized head in his mouth, the prince stick his tongue into her cock hole, eliciting a groan from his lover.
Before the pair can go much further, the she-orc stops her eager husband. "Can we at least get in the bathtub before we start to worry about that? I was being truthful when I stated that I required a bath."
With a slight grin, the prince pulls away, and becomes aware that it's not only his wife's cock that is eager for some attention. Hand in hand, the couple enter the massively, oversized washtub. Easily able to accommodate (3) large, bulky men, the she-orc takes up nearly 2/3 of the space of the tub, with her mate taking up only a portion of the remaining space. As the pair sink into the warm water and let it relax them, the queen closes her eyes and lets out a sigh of content. While being both a queen and a general does not allow for something as luxurious as a hot bath frequently, she finds it a welcome pleasure when available.
As both husband and wife lounge in the tub, the queen opens her eyes to see her husband now a slight shade of pink from the warm water on his naked skin. Quickly, an idea strikes her that yields a toothy grin at her mate. "Say, could you hand me that soap and washcloth?"
With a slight grin of his own, the prince complies with his wife's request and retrieves them from the nearby wash stool. With the familiar toothy grin on her face, the she-orc lathers up the washcloth in her hands. "Alright my husband. If you don't mind standing up, and turning your back to me."
In almost a teasing slow manner, the young prince stands in the washtub with his human cock eagerly erect. Paying it no mind, he slowly comes closer to his wife, and turns around offering the back of his human frame to her.
With her lathered up pair of battle worn hands, the she orc begins to wash all of what is offered to her. Beginning at the prince's head, she massages the young man's scalp, eliciting groans of approval from him. Repaying the prince back for the teasing of her cock previously, she takes her time moving down from his head, down to his neck, and ultimately his lean, muscular back. Out of affection for her husband, Glasha kneads the muscles of his back that have been straining to support the large burden in his belly over the past few fortnights. With groans of both pain, and ultimately appreciation, the prince begins to feel his back muscles loosen up.
Shifting her hands further downward below the surface of the water, the queen kneads the prince's rear cheeks. With a sigh of approval from her husband, Glasha takes special pleasure in gently running a single finger up his butt crack, eliciting a groan from her mate. Careful to tease just enough to torment her husband, but not enough to get him off, the queen moves down to the backs of his thighs, and eventually his calf muscles. With her significantly larger stature, the she-orc can easily use her longer arms to access the human's body, even while her husband is standing partially submerged in the washtub.
Satisfied with her work, the prince turns around to face his wife at her beckoning. Almost by instinct, the she orc takes her hands, and cups her husband's gravid belly full with life. Feeling the taut skin of his midsection, the queen leans forward and plants little nips on his skin while rubbing its surface with bathwater. One thing that does not go unnoticed by the she-orc is the throbbing member between the prince's legs. Knowing she has already won the battle of wills between them, she proceeds to torment him even more.
Retrieving the bar of soap, the queen lathers up the prince's firm shoulders, and moves down to his chest. With a slight groan of approval, the prince feels the queen's hands gently knead the muscles in his chest, enjoying the attention. As the she-orc kneads her husband's chest, she gives his nipples a good pinch for good measure, causing him to jump in response.
With a grin in his face, the prince decides to toy with his wife a touch. "Having fun 'playing' with my body?"
Responding with a coy grin, the queen answers. "Oh, I am not 'playing' yet my dear husband. That will occur here shortly, and there will be no mistake that you will know it."
Watching her husband cock his head very slightly, the queen shifts her rough hands back to her husband's belly. Gently, the she-orc washes the taut surface of the skin that houses their child. Others of her orc family had either been with child, or had a mate with child. In respect to her husband, it was difficult to hide both her fascination and attraction to the pregnant form, regardless of the gender. Feeling no movement beneath the prince's skin, the unborn child seems to have tired for the moment. Eliciting a giggle from the prince, the queen toys with her husband's belly button, which will no doubt pop out in the very near future.
Giving his belly one last kiss, the queen moves her hands down to his thighs, intentionally avoiding the rigid member jutting out from her husband's groin. Digging her hands into her husband's muscular lean thighs, the prince reaches for the queen to steady himself as he feels her strong hands work on his upper leg muscles. While the prince is adept at a style of combat that emphasizes agility over strength, he finds himself almost wishing he had larger thighs to support the extra weight of the child in his belly.
As the she-orc becomes satisfied with her work on her husband's body, she finally moves to grip her husband's submerged cock in her hand. Letting out a groan of pleasure, the prince reaches to the sides of the tub to steady himself. Gently cupping his balls, the queen begins the familiar motion of her hand to jerk him off. While not an orc-cock, the queen has always found her husband's member attractive on his frame. As precum leaks from the prince's cock into the washtub, the queen finds herself eager to taste the pre-sex secretions of her husband. Letting go of his member, the queen uses her larger arm to grab the metal wash stool next to the tub and simply holds it up in front of her husband.
With an understanding passing between the pair, the husband takes the light platform, and plants its feet in the bottom of the tub. Quickly, the prince sits atop of it, elevating his body from his thighs up into the air. Running her muscular arms up her husband's thighs and encircling his lower back, the queen effortlessly takes his entire length into her mouth, careful to tilt her head as not to put pressure on his gravid belly. Letting out a moan of pleasure, the prince digs his hands into his wife's scalp. Feeling her husband's hands grasping her head, the she orc slowly pulls of her husband's cock until just the head is inside, then moves back down his member's length again, making sure to let her moist tongue slide along the underside.
"By the god's, I've missed that!" the prince exclaims loudly as the moist heat of his wife's mouth massages his dick.
The queen's taste buds begin to register the familiar taste of her husband's pre-cum leaking into her mouth. She eagerly starts to tongue the prince's slit in his cock to coax more of her husband's fluids out of his member, resulting in more groans from her lover. Knowing it won't take a lot to push the prince over the edge, the queen takes her finger and slowly penetrates her husband's rear.
Feeling his wife finger his rear hole for the first time in half a season nearly causes an instantaneous explosion of his loins. It isn't until the queen curls her finger and massages his prostate that his balls contract and he explodes in his wife's mouth. As the she orc feels the sudden contractions of her husband's dick, her tasty reward follows. Pulling off her husband's dick with only the head left inside, the queen eagerly slurps down the offering of cum that's being presented to her. As spurt after spurt sprays the inside of her jaw, the queen eagerly sucks down every last drop as her husband's balls expel their contents.
Coming down from the high of his orgasm, the prince's cock becomes too sensitive for his wife's mouth. "Please stop. I can assure you that there is nothing left in there, no matter how much you try to drink it out."
Pulling off the prince's cock, the queen smacks her lips playfully. "Can you blame me? You have some of the most delicious fluids I have had the pleasure to taste. Besides, it would appear that you were a little...shall we say backed up?"
Raising up to eye level with her mate, the pair once again begin to kiss like long lost lovers. Despite recently having his cock drained, the prince's cock quickly regains its rigidity.
As the queen snakes her tongue in her husband's hot mouth, the nerve endings in her robust cock registers a pair of hands grasping it, and casually stroking. Groaning into the prince's mouth, the queen raises up in an effort to stop her husband. "Not yet my prince. I've been saving this load up for one place in particular, and that's not your mouth."
Standing up and stepping out of the washtub, the she-orc grabs a towel to dry herself. With a slight pout from the prince having been stopped before he could return the favor, he too stands and steps out of the tub to dry. Once the queen is satisfied that they are both sufficiently toweled off, she takes her husband's face in her hands and resumes their session.
Letting his hands roam, the prince runs his slender hands over the bulky forearms of his wife as they trade lip locks. Not to be outdone, he once again takes his hands, and circles the bulbous head of his wife's cock. Feeling the queen groaning into his mouth, the prince takes care not to move his hands to fast as to make her cum too soon. Breaking the passionate embrace, the prince looks into his wife's orc face. "Is this big thing for me? I bet your balls are aching to unload deep inside of me, aren't they?"
With a pulse in her cock, the queen answers her husband giving his belly a rub for good measure. "Is that a trick question my husband? Because if it is, I can make sure that next time you are with child, there will be more than one in that belly of yours."
Giving a slight grin to the she-orc, the prince answers. "Careful now. You will get the opportunity to change the linens of our child, and that means more 'smelly' fun for you my wife. However, being that I am already with child, there is no harm in letting you fill my insides with your nectar."
Turning around to give his wife a view of his backside, the prince lightly tugs her cock as he directs her to the royal bedchamber. Similar to the washtub, the queen previously arranged for a larger than average bed to accommodate not only the queen, but her mate as well. As both husband and wife reach the bed, the prince purposefully goes around to the night stand, and retrieves the special vial that will need to be refilled soon.
Kneeling on the bed with her cock rigid, the queen watches her fecund husband retrieve the special vial produced by the orc mages for their coupling. The prince crawls on the bedspread toward the queen, and once again takes her cock into his mouth. Moaning as she feels his lips massage the head of her she-cock, Glasha gently reaches down and runs her hands through her husband's short, blonde hair.
Slowly a state of slight frustration grows for the she-orc as the prince does just enough with his tongue to drive up her arousal, but not enough to get her any closer to peaking. Suddenly, she feels her husband's mouth release her member, and watches as he turns and lays on his back, exposing himself for her viewing pleasure. Taking in the view of her husband's belly heavy with their child, her cock continues to throb at the anticipation of what is to come.
Taking the vial in his hand, the prince hands it to his wife to do the honors. "You don't mind preparing the two of us, do you? I don't think that anybody can take your girth without a little help?"
Taking the vial from her prince, the queen responds with the familiar toothy grin on her face. "Trying to flatter me by complimenting my loins? Well, it certainly is working my dear prince."
Lifting her husband's legs in the air, the she-orc grasps the lean calves of her husband, and slowly kisses down the back of each one of his legs. Leaving a trail of sheen down to his rear, the queen puts his legs on either side of her head, and spreads them as far as they can comfortably go. With her husband's rosebud exposed to her, she uses one hand to hold up his balls as she penetrates his rear with her tongue. Putting pressure on his prince's rosebud, it resists the intrusion before it finally parts, and the queen's tongue begins to taste the insides of her husband.
Using her larger fingers to spread his hole more, her tongue gains greater access while she eats him out. Hearing the groans of approval from her prince, the she-orc pulls her tongue back, much to the groaning of her lover. Carefully, the queen takes just a bit of the liquid and coats a couple of her fingers. Rubbing her finger tips around his sensitive opening, the queen generously lathers up the prince's skin, before finally pushing the first finger inside.
Gasping at the intrusion, the prince's body tenses and he grasps the bed sheets in an attempt to control himself. Not since the last time the pair was together had he experienced the pressure of an intruder in his rear. Feeling the much larger finger of his wife move and shift inside of him, the prince looks down at his mate, but his pregnant belly obstructs his view. Only the top portion of the queen's head is visible, as well as the muscular globes of her rear end farther behind. As his hole registers the fingering motion of his wife's digit, the nerve endings in his balls register the warmth and moisture associated with having his balls sucked into his lover's mouth.
Trying to maintain his composure, the prince makes an effort to pant as his desire rises, even having been gotten off a short while ago. As his wife continues to work on his testicles, the second round of intense pressure begins as she adds a second finger for a total of two in his rear. Similar to the first time he experienced this, his nervous system registers intense pressure that borders on uncomfortable. It was never natural to stick things up there, but with the help of his wife, he found a distinct pleasure in the intense sensations in his rear.
Feeling a withdrawal of the digits in his bottom, the prince looks down at his wife as she raises up on her knees. With the vial in her hand, she rests her mammoth she-cock on her husband's round belly. "You know my dear prince. I believe your insides are as ready as they are going to be, but I thought you should have the honor of preparing this."
Feeling the heat of her cock on his skin, the prince replies in a coy fashion. "Me prepare you? What happened to chivalry?"
In an equally coy and playful response, the queen answers her prince. "Well, it isn't so much 'chivalry' as it is the ability to pass blame. You see my husband, when the both of our loins are satisfied and you cannot even walk straight without assistance, I will be able to safely say that it's not completely my fault. After all, it was you that was responsible for properly preparing my member for your insides."
Looking into the toothy face of his mate, the prince simply grins and holds his hand out for the vial. Unstopping it, the prince pours a generous amount on the she-cock resting on his belly. Using his hands, he encircles the queen's member and runs his hands her full length. Paying special attention to her bulbous head, the prince massages the liquid on the rough skin, and is rewarded with periodic spurts of pre-sex fluids. For good measure, the prince uses one of his free thumbs to finger his wife's cock slit, her groans signaling her approval.
Moving down the cock, the prince's nerve endings in his hands registers the slightly rougher skin texture compared to his own cock. Veins that cover his lover's cock pulse in tune to her heartbeat. Barely able to reach up to the queen's base due to his gravid state, the prince runs his hands the full length of her cock an extra couple of times for good measure until every inch of it is covered in a sheen.
Satisfied with his work the prince releases his wife's cock, and rubs the excess liquid onto the sides of his belly. "Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to put that beast of yours inside of me?"
With a slight chuckle, the queen takes her lubricated member in her hand, and lowers her torso. Using both hands to carefully aim it, the queen aims her cock head at her husband's rosebud. Feeling his wife's sex at his rear, he pleads with his wife. "Please, go slow. I haven't had anything near as large as your member inside of me since we've last been together."
With a nod of trust and concern, the queen gently begins to use her muscular lower body to move her member inside her lover. Feeling his rear slowly giving way, the prince closes his eyes and grasps the bed sheets in his fists, panting in an attempt to once again calm himself. As the intense pressure grows, he feels a burning down below as his rear struggles to accommodate the flared head of his wife's sex. Letting out a gasp, the nerve endings in his hole register the slightest contraction, indicating that the head of the queen's sex was now nuzzled inside of him.
The she-orc, rubbing her husband's lower body, confirms what he already knew. "The tip is inside. May I continue?"
With a groan in his voice, the prince responds. "Not yet. Please let me get accustomed to your girth again."
Feeling the large hand of his wife giving his face a gently caress, the pair simply lie on the bed in the same position for a period of time. The prince registers no movement from his wife's lower body, and admires her patience as his body grows accustomed to the member deep inside.
Feeling the slightest hint of a relaxation of his ring, the prince gives the queen permission to continue. "Alright, I think my body is ready to accept more of you."
Putting her arms on either side of her husband's frame and beginning to push, she gives her husband a caveat. "Tell me if you need me to stop."
With a nod of his head, Glasha once again puts more pressure behind her lower torso and her cock slowly disappears into her husband. While the queen has never been penetrated before, she has been told that the feeling compares best to simply intense pressure, after the initial penetration is complete. As the moist heat of her husband's insides surround her member, the discipline that is being required of her not to force her entire member deep inside of him is intense. The fact that this man is not a common whore, but a royal prince, her mate, and the bearer of their child come together to prevent her from being too forceful, at least this time. As the pumping veins of her cock steadily disappear, the prince continues a steady pace of breathing, coupled with grasping the sheets tightly and then releasing as required.
As the queen nearly bottoms out in her mate, she addresses her husband. "I am mostly inside of you. The base is all that remains."
Replying only by both gripping the sheets, and giving his wife a nod, he prepares himself for the last part. Grasping her husband's hips in her hands, the queen pulls her husband onto the final exposed portion of her member. Using a firm grip, the she-orc's lower groin registers the feeling of soft, pliable flesh meeting her own hips as she bottoms out in her mate.
Letting out a groan, the prince asks his wife for a pause. "Please remain still and let my insides grow accustomed to you again."
The prince, recognizing a nod from his wife, feels his wife's hands once again roam body to comfort him. As the prince closes his eyes and maintains his breathing, the stretched skin on his belly registers a pair of strong, battle worn hands on his midsection. Feeling the queen's hands roam over his belly distracts from the great pressure deep inside of his insides from his wife's sex. The nerve endings in his belly, and eventually thighs continue to register the reassuring actions of his wife. As a result, the prince's insides relax slightly around his wife's she-cock, enough to allow them to continue. "Please continue, but go slow."
With a nod of her own, the she-orc slowly withdraws her member from her husband. Looking down as she withdraws, it is as if her mate's insides cling to her member as it is withdrawn. Feeling a slight chill as her cock is exposed to the open air, the queen stops with just the head inside, and slowly plunges back into the prince, feeling her lower abdomen come in contact with her husband's balls.
Feeling his insides near as a riverbed without a river, a sense of emptiness assaults the nerves endings of his rear hole before his wife rectifies that. Feeling his wife bottom out inside him for the second time that day, the two build up a steady rhythm of intimate movement. Moving her arms on either side of her husband, the queen's eyes meet her husband's as they stare into each other. As the friction of their loins continue to lessen, the queen pulls out slightly, and bends over to take her husband's mouth in her own.
Wrapping his legs around his lover and grasping her arms on either side of his frame, he returns the passionate embrace. The queen, releasing her husband's mouth, continues the steady rhythm. As the sounds of husband and wife making love in their bed fill the room, a very distinct musky haze fills the royal bedchamber.
As the queen's thrusts begin to reach a fever pitch, the nerve endings in her member register a different sensation deep inside her husband. Bringing her thrusts back down to a slow pace, the queen once again runs her hands over her lover's distended midsection. "Roll on your side. I think that we may be rubbing the little one through your flesh with our passion."
With a look of understanding between the two, the prince rolls on his side, never allowing his wife's member to leave his cavity. With the resulting position change, the queen gets treated to a side view of her fecund husband. Whatever the reason, she continues to admire his gravid midsection, and slightly arched back to accommodate the extra weight. Giving her husband's belly another slight caress, she notices his cock head peeking out from between the cleft of his legs. Lifting the leg nearest to her, the queen lightly takes her prince's cock in her hand. Groaning from the sensations, the queen does only enough to fuel his desire, but not enough to allow him to peak. Gently fondling his balls, the queen once again pulls out of her husband until only the tip of her member is inside, and thrusts it back in again.
Falling again into the familiar rhythm, the pair thrust back and forth in the throes of passion. Not missing a beat, the queen crouches her upper body and take the prince's earlobe in her mouth, making sure to tongue the ear a touch. Hearing her husband's groan of approval, the queen moves down and nips at the upper part of his neck. Unable to crouch her back any longer, the queen straightens up but her mate isn't about to be outdone.
Taking his free arm, the prince reaches up and toys with his wife's muscular upper body. He starts by taking only a single finger, and tracing the cut abdominal muscles of his mate. Eliciting a chill from his wife, the prince moves his one finger up the increasingly sweat laced green skin of the queen until he reaches her breasts. Gently using the same one finger to tease her, the prince slowly runs it around the perimeter of her breast, stopping only briefly to finger the steel-like nipple. As the queen picks up the pace, the prince begins to feel the beginnings of his wife's peak approaching. In an attempt to brace himself, the prince grasps the sheets with one hand and his wife's breast with the other.
As the queen's balls churn in anticipation of their release, the pace of her thrusting reaches a fever pitch as she pounds her husband. Leaning forward once again, she warns her husband. "I'm close. Release my chest and make us peak together."
The prince takes his hand, and reaches around his gravid midsection and starts to jerk off his own hard cock. Looking into his wife's face, the contortion of her facial muscles signal the pending explosion from her loins. In an instant, the queen lets out a growl into the bedchamber signaling her first release since last they coupled. As the queen's entire lower body shakes, the prince's own lower body shakes as his own eruption takes shape. As the prince's balls contract and expel their contents onto the bed sheets, his insides begin to get coated with his wife's fluids.
With her eruption forcing tears from her closed eyes, the queen's sex expels fluids into the prince's insides. In a sudden fit of weakness, the arms of the battle worn she-orc fail, and face plants directly into the bedsheets adjacent to her mate. Fortunately, the queen maintains enough cognizance to roll as she does so, resulting in the two of them in a spooning position. While the queen's cock loosened a bit from her lover, the she-orc quickly grasps her husband's hips, and fully embeds it back inside of him, still spraying his insides.
While the prince's eruption subsides, the queen's continues for a longer period of time. Bordering on a seizure, the prince's insides fill up with her cum until it begins to leak our around his rear. Only after another full minute does the queen's eruption subside and her cock begin to soften.
Bringing her arms around her mate, she thanks him in a raspy voice. "That was amazing! I apologize for being a little rough, but I couldn't hold it back anymore."
Taking her hand in his, the prince brings it up to his face and lightly plants kisses on it. "There is no need for apologies my wife. It was just as intense for me to be filled to the brim with your sex. However, let's wait a little bit before we go again."
With her trademark toothy grin, the queen concurs. "Agreed. Besides, I have also not had the opportunity in the past half season to hold you either."
Feeling her hands dropping to rest on his rounded midsection, the prince asks his lover a question he has been hesitant to ask anybody. "The birth...will it hurt?"
Hearing the concern is her husband's voice, the she-orc gives him what comfort she can. "Birthing a child always hurts, nobody can change that fact. I understand that the mages will be able to lessen the pain while our child is coming into this world, but there will still be pain. It's my hope that over the next fortnight, our 'activities' will help stretch out your rear so you will be more prepared for the big day."
With a hint of both concern and comedy in his voice, the prince responds. "'Prepared' is it? Are you sure that you just don't want my body to be easier to access for your own loins?"
Pinching her husband's skin and causing him to jump, "I won't deny the pleasure of practicality my husband."
Feeling his wife's hands cup his face, he is met with her mouth meeting his own. As the pair once again make out like long lost lovers, the prince's insides register his wife's growing member. "Ready to go again already?"
Letting go of his face, and placing her hands back on his belly, the queen responds nuzzling the back of her husband's head. "Later. At the present, I feel content just laying here like this."
Content in the position, both husband and wife drift off the sleep.
Epilogue:
History records that the union of the orc Queen Glasha and the human Prince Hamilton yielded 11 children between the two. While the offspring of these two were noted as being small and scrawny by orc standards, they were extremely adept at a form of combat the prided speed and agility over brute strength. As a result, the descendants of the two were known as formidable warriors that were rarely bested in a battle.
The End
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Author's Notes:
Once again, I decided to try a little different style of writing. Any constructive criticism is welcomed.
This story contains sexual content between a male and futanari, and mpreg. Any names referenced in its writing that bear resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental. All characters referenced are 18 years old (or older). Thank You and Enjoy.
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Staring back out of the mirror was a prince, a young man of 19 years, patiently waiting for a specific someone in particular. The short blonde hair of the pale skinned young man reflected the care and attention appropriate for a member of the kingdom's royal family. The face appeared only slightly more rounded than it had some 8 months ago when both his life, and the life of his family (present and future) was changed forever.
His father, the king, was raised in a royal household that emphasized military dominance over one's enemies, and this was passed along to the prince in turn. In the many centuries that preceded the birth of the Prince, defeat of the kingdom's armies occurred only a handful of times, and the defeat was returned ten-fold to the perpetrating force. The kingdom had unparalleled soldiers skilled on horseback, and it was the Cavalry which typically made the difference. Skilled both with the bow and arrow for long range combat, and sword and shield for close range combat, almost half of the kingdom's army was comprised of Cavalry. Perhaps it was the arrogance of the field generals, or the fact they had not faced a significant military threat on nearly half of a century. Regardless, the Cavalry did not make a significant difference the day that the kingdom fell to the invaders of the East.
For many centuries, the lands to the East were forbidden to all. Stories of demons, sorcery, and strange happenings spread in relation to the East. Where these stories came from was anybody's guess, but they ultimately had a ring of truth about them. Seemingly at random one day, legions of creatures emerged from the forests that were considered the boundary separating the lands of the East and the kingdom of the West. Early scout reports indicated that all manner of monsters were invading the land, but were organized much as what would be expected of a true military force. With shocking speed, the legions swept across the land, leaving a trail of destruction directly to the castle of the king.
Feeling the child within kick at his insides, the young prince brings his hands down to his midsection in an attempt to calm the unborn child within. Carefully standing up, the prince begins to pace around his royal bedchambers to calm the little one. Learning how to walk while pregnant was something that the young prince never thought he would have to learn. While waddling around the confines of the bedchamber, the prince gently massages his gravid midsection through the custom tailored piece of maternity clothing given to him by the Sire of his unborn child. Feeling the little one beginning to calm, the prince takes the opportunity to look out of the single window of the room that views the castle's entry courtyard. It was that courtyard where the prince first met the future sire of his unborn child.
Once the legions of creatures had made it to the royal castle, they surrounded the castle of the king, and sent a delegation to the front gate. Under threat of destruction, the king allowed the delegation to enter the royal courtyard. With looks of horror on their faces, the human's eyes met roughly a dozen creatures riding on large four legged animals that looked like oversized wolves, but had a saddle on each to accompany their riders. The first creature to dismount was the one leading the pack.
The creature, who would later become known as an 'orc' was green skinned, with oversized fangs extending vertically from the mouth. The orc was wearing what could be described as battle armor, battle worn by appearance but very effective nonetheless. As the orc removed its helmet, it became apparent that the green skinned orc was in fact a female, at least by human anatomy standards. Addressing the King (with the rest of the royal family standing only a few paces behind), the orc gave the conquered an ultimatum, to discuss the terms of the kingdom's surrender in public or in private.
In the private audience chamber of the royal family, the orc introduced herself as 'Queen Glasha' of the East, and gave the king only two options. The first was his kingdom to be left in pieces, and the second was for the king to offer his firstborn to be bearer of her children, and let the kingdom continue to exist under rule of the East. Recognizing the look of confusion on the human's faces, the Orc Queen pulled aside the armor & loincloth covering her genitals. Every member of the royal court gasped at the sight of such a masculine organ on a creature, even if it was from the East.
The young prince was directly behind the king's throne when the Orc Queen revealed herself, and part of him thought that the king visibly relaxed ever so slightly after the revelation. Watching his father agree to the Orc Queen's terms, the prince suddenly felt a pang of regret and sadness at the thought of his eldest sister's womb being offered to the conquering army as a bargaining chip, but such was the way of politics in the time in which they lived. The Orc Queen, however, had other ideas and intended to keep the King to his word.
With the prince's legs weak from walking around the royal chamber, he sits once again to ease the pressure and swelling of his feet. Bringing them up to his knees, he attempts to massage them, but an orc child in your belly can make that difficult. Calling out to the hall for the royal attendant, the middle-aged slave woman begins to work on his feet, trying to work the soreness out of his feet and ankles. Feeling the attendant's hands work and knead his foot muscles, he wonders if the emotional feelings he is experiencing now are similar to hers. The circumstances dictate that he should hate his family and the sire of his child, yet he finds himself in conflict.
Initially when the Orc Queen made it perfectly clear that 'first born' meant exactly that, the king went into a frenzy, furious that his sole heir is to be given to this orc creature, and that the prince was to bear its offspring. Rather quickly, the Orc Queen made it very apparent that, this could be done the easy way or the hard way. For a brief moment, the king began to scheme how to salvage the situation, but quickly came to the conclusion that there was no recourse. The result being that an official "Betrothal" ceremony was held to announce the union of the Orc Queen Glasha and the Royal Prince Hamilton, and all combat in the kingdom was to immediately cease.
Satisfied with the work of the royal attendant, he thanked her and bid her to leave him be. Looking opposite of the room, he noticed that the door to the clothing cabinet was slightly ajar, revealing his 'official' wedding attire. It was just as white as it had been on the day of the wedding nearly 8 months ago. Traditionally, it was the bride that wore a white dress, but in this unique situation, it was the prince that wore a royal white suit, and the Orc Queen wore a gleaming suit of armor. There was a great number of people present, both human and otherwise. The ceremony was surprisingly traditional, but it was simply for the sake of appearances.
The following evening, a much more lengthy, and private ceremony was held in orc fashion where only about 6 or 7 individuals were present. The prince was dressed simply in a loin cloth to hide his privates, and the orc queen the same. The orc wedding involved a lot of chanting and exchange of wine to signify the union of two individuals. Even the prince had to admit, the orc ceremony was much more intimate and personal compared to the traditional human wedding. The consummation of the union was nearly as intimate as the orc wedding ceremony, although not quite as immediate as would be expected.
Breaking from his reverie, a sudden knock on the door of the royal bedchamber registers on his eardrums. Acknowledging the individual requesting entrance, the prince verbally gives his consent and his wife enters the room. As the orc queen enters the royal bedchambers, she is forced to duck her head upon entering the doorway for fear of hitting the top of the opening. Dressed in her shining, almost chrome royal armor, she is a vision that would intimidate even the most battle hardy soldier.
With the orc queen past the threshold and the door closed behind her, she addresses the prince, "Hello my husband. I trust you are doing well?" making sure to give a bow out of respect to the young man who bested her in single combat on their wedding night.
Struggling to get to his feet, the young prince attempts to return the bow, but ends up simply providing a small courtesy, much like a woman. "Welcome back my Queen. Both of us seem to be doing well. You have been away for nearly half a season now."
As the young prince sits back down on the bed, the much larger orc closes the distance between them in only a few steps. "Ruling a kingdom can be very time consuming, but you already know that, don't you my prince."
Kneeling before her mate so that their heads are roughly at the same level, the queen gently runs her calloused fingers on either side of the prince's face, and slowly comes in for a kiss. Temporarily frozen by the action, the prince experiences the same slight tingle in his lips he felt when the marriage was consummated. With a slight moan, the young man parts his mouth and allows the larger tongue of his wife to enter his mouth. As the unlikely pair passionately kiss like long lost lovers, they allow their hands to explore the upper torso of the other. While the queen revels in touching her mate for the first time in half a season, the prince's touch is frustratingly interrupted by the she-orc's armor.
With a groan, Glasha breaks the embrace both from frustration at the fact that she still has her armor on, and the fact that her lower extremities are getting increasingly constricted in said armor. "If we don't stop this now husband, we might get a little bit too rough in the bed, and we can't be too zealous when you are so far along with child."
Before the prince can respond, the familiar movement in his belly begins once again, as if sensing the other half of its parentage nearby. With great care, the queen carefully lifts up the hem of the pseudo maternity dress the prince is wearing, and places her green hands on the distended white skin of her mate. The prince's belly has stretch marks on the outside, and a dark tan line running directly down its center. As the unborn child within calms, the she orc stands and addresses her mate. "The journey for me has been long and hard, and I am need of a bath my fighting prince. I trust that my custom made wash tub is still present?"
With a grin on the prince's face, he responds "Of course. If you recall it only took (3) lesser orcs to get it in the washroom in the first place."
Throwing her head back laughing at the prince's jest, the queen rises to her feet and begins to remove her armor. Shifting to the corner of the bedchamber with her back to the prince, the she orc removes piece by piece of her shimmering armor until only her undergarments remain. For unexplained reasons, the prince is still struck by the fact the Queen of the East removes her own armor, and doesn't have at least have another hand in the process.
Turning around to face the prince, he is greeted with an impressively toned physical specimen with only the breasts and her she-cock covered by fabric. By physical standards, the queen was both very pretty, and almost equally as intimidating. There appeared not to be an ounce of fat on the queen's body, maybe with exception to her cloth covered breasts. Noticing both the admiration of her prince and the tent forming in his clothes, the queen gives him a toothy grin.
"Hmm, I take it we like what we see my husband?" Almost playfully, the queen slowly runs her green hands down the front of her body accentuating her shape, yielding a deep blush of pink from the prince.
Stepping forward before the prince, the she orc extends her hand to her husband. Using her hand to help him stand, the she-orc practically escorts the pregnant prince to the adjacent washroom where a warm bath has already been drawn. Orcs have always revered those that are with child, and her husband is no exception. As both individuals remove what is left of their clothing, each one can't help but admire the other in their naked glory, especially since it has been nearly half a season since they have seen one another. Radiating the glow that most expectant mothers have, Glasha finds the gravid belly and white skin of the prince a sight to see.
As the prince's dick begins to rise in arousal, he drinks in the unabashed form of his wife. With a figure that radiates power, he finds it hard to believe that such a physical specimen is both one of the leading warriors of the East, as well as a superb lover. Whether it is the large green skinned breasts of the queen, the shining black hair, or the two large teeth extending vertically from her jaw almost in a permanent smile, he finds himself ogling the sire of his child. As his eyes travel down to her slowly growing member, he remembers how angry and frightened he was when the two of them consummated the marriage a fortnight after the wedding ceremony, and how understanding she was of his fear.
Taking a few tentative steps towards his wife, the prince begins to plant small nips along the chiseled ab muscles of the she-orc. Having to lean forward slightly to prevent his belly from getting in the way, he reaches around behind her back, and digs his fingers into Glasha's back muscles, eliciting a groan of appreciation. As the nerve endings in his skin register a growing stiffness against his gravid belly, the prince shifts his hands from the she-orc's muscular back to her cock. Grabbing it with both hands, the tips of Hamilton's fingers barely touch as they encircle the impressive member.
Letting out a groan from not having her cock touched since they last mated, the she orc's cock throbs in the prince's smaller, human hands. As each deep vein in her cock pulses, the prince gently begins to jerk his wife's cock until the first drops of milky white fluid begins to emerge from her cock slit. Bending down more to take the oversized head in his mouth, the prince stick his tongue into her cock hole, eliciting a groan from his lover.
Before the pair can go much further, the she-orc stops her eager husband. "Can we at least get in the bathtub before we start to worry about that? I was being truthful when I stated that I required a bath."
With a slight grin, the prince pulls away, and becomes aware that it's not only his wife's cock that is eager for some attention. Hand in hand, the couple enter the massively, oversized washtub. Easily able to accommodate (3) large, bulky men, the she-orc takes up nearly 2/3 of the space of the tub, with her mate taking up only a portion of the remaining space. As the pair sink into the warm water and let it relax them, the queen closes her eyes and lets out a sigh of content. While being both a queen and a general does not allow for something as luxurious as a hot bath frequently, she finds it a welcome pleasure when available.
As both husband and wife lounge in the tub, the queen opens her eyes to see her husband now a slight shade of pink from the warm water on his naked skin. Quickly, an idea strikes her that yields a toothy grin at her mate. "Say, could you hand me that soap and washcloth?"
With a slight grin of his own, the prince complies with his wife's request and retrieves them from the nearby wash stool. With the familiar toothy grin on her face, the she-orc lathers up the washcloth in her hands. "Alright my husband. If you don't mind standing up, and turning your back to me."
In almost a teasing slow manner, the young prince stands in the washtub with his human cock eagerly erect. Paying it no mind, he slowly comes closer to his wife, and turns around offering the back of his human frame to her.
With her lathered up pair of battle worn hands, the she orc begins to wash all of what is offered to her. Beginning at the prince's head, she massages the young man's scalp, eliciting groans of approval from him. Repaying the prince back for the teasing of her cock previously, she takes her time moving down from his head, down to his neck, and ultimately his lean, muscular back. Out of affection for her husband, Glasha kneads the muscles of his back that have been straining to support the large burden in his belly over the past few fortnights. With groans of both pain, and ultimately appreciation, the prince begins to feel his back muscles loosen up.
Shifting her hands further downward below the surface of the water, the queen kneads the prince's rear cheeks. With a sigh of approval from her husband, Glasha takes special pleasure in gently running a single finger up his butt crack, eliciting a groan from her mate. Careful to tease just enough to torment her husband, but not enough to get him off, the queen moves down to the backs of his thighs, and eventually his calf muscles. With her significantly larger stature, the she-orc can easily use her longer arms to access the human's body, even while her husband is standing partially submerged in the washtub.
Satisfied with her work, the prince turns around to face his wife at her beckoning. Almost by instinct, the she orc takes her hands, and cups her husband's gravid belly full with life. Feeling the taut skin of his midsection, the queen leans forward and plants little nips on his skin while rubbing its surface with bathwater. One thing that does not go unnoticed by the she-orc is the throbbing member between the prince's legs. Knowing she has already won the battle of wills between them, she proceeds to torment him even more.
Retrieving the bar of soap, the queen lathers up the prince's firm shoulders, and moves down to his chest. With a slight groan of approval, the prince feels the queen's hands gently knead the muscles in his chest, enjoying the attention. As the she-orc kneads her husband's chest, she gives his nipples a good pinch for good measure, causing him to jump in response.
With a grin in his face, the prince decides to toy with his wife a touch. "Having fun 'playing' with my body?"
Responding with a coy grin, the queen answers. "Oh, I am not 'playing' yet my dear husband. That will occur here shortly, and there will be no mistake that you will know it."
Watching her husband cock his head very slightly, the queen shifts her rough hands back to her husband's belly. Gently, the she-orc washes the taut surface of the skin that houses their child. Others of her orc family had either been with child, or had a mate with child. In respect to her husband, it was difficult to hide both her fascination and attraction to the pregnant form, regardless of the gender. Feeling no movement beneath the prince's skin, the unborn child seems to have tired for the moment. Eliciting a giggle from the prince, the queen toys with her husband's belly button, which will no doubt pop out in the very near future.
Giving his belly one last kiss, the queen moves her hands down to his thighs, intentionally avoiding the rigid member jutting out from her husband's groin. Digging her hands into her husband's muscular lean thighs, the prince reaches for the queen to steady himself as he feels her strong hands work on his upper leg muscles. While the prince is adept at a style of combat that emphasizes agility over strength, he finds himself almost wishing he had larger thighs to support the extra weight of the child in his belly.
As the she-orc becomes satisfied with her work on her husband's body, she finally moves to grip her husband's submerged cock in her hand. Letting out a groan of pleasure, the prince reaches to the sides of the tub to steady himself. Gently cupping his balls, the queen begins the familiar motion of her hand to jerk him off. While not an orc-cock, the queen has always found her husband's member attractive on his frame. As precum leaks from the prince's cock into the washtub, the queen finds herself eager to taste the pre-sex secretions of her husband. Letting go of his member, the queen uses her larger arm to grab the metal wash stool next to the tub and simply holds it up in front of her husband.
With an understanding passing between the pair, the husband takes the light platform, and plants its feet in the bottom of the tub. Quickly, the prince sits atop of it, elevating his body from his thighs up into the air. Running her muscular arms up her husband's thighs and encircling his lower back, the queen effortlessly takes his entire length into her mouth, careful to tilt her head as not to put pressure on his gravid belly. Letting out a moan of pleasure, the prince digs his hands into his wife's scalp. Feeling her husband's hands grasping her head, the she orc slowly pulls of her husband's cock until just the head is inside, then moves back down his member's length again, making sure to let her moist tongue slide along the underside.
"By the god's, I've missed that!" the prince exclaims loudly as the moist heat of his wife's mouth massages his dick.
The queen's taste buds begin to register the familiar taste of her husband's pre-cum leaking into her mouth. She eagerly starts to tongue the prince's slit in his cock to coax more of her husband's fluids out of his member, resulting in more groans from her lover. Knowing it won't take a lot to push the prince over the edge, the queen takes her finger and slowly penetrates her husband's rear.
Feeling his wife finger his rear hole for the first time in half a season nearly causes an instantaneous explosion of his loins. It isn't until the queen curls her finger and massages his prostate that his balls contract and he explodes in his wife's mouth. As the she orc feels the sudden contractions of her husband's dick, her tasty reward follows. Pulling off her husband's dick with only the head left inside, the queen eagerly slurps down the offering of cum that's being presented to her. As spurt after spurt sprays the inside of her jaw, the queen eagerly sucks down every last drop as her husband's balls expel their contents.
Coming down from the high of his orgasm, the prince's cock becomes too sensitive for his wife's mouth. "Please stop. I can assure you that there is nothing left in there, no matter how much you try to drink it out."
Pulling off the prince's cock, the queen smacks her lips playfully. "Can you blame me? You have some of the most delicious fluids I have had the pleasure to taste. Besides, it would appear that you were a little...shall we say backed up?"
Raising up to eye level with her mate, the pair once again begin to kiss like long lost lovers. Despite recently having his cock drained, the prince's cock quickly regains its rigidity.
As the queen snakes her tongue in her husband's hot mouth, the nerve endings in her robust cock registers a pair of hands grasping it, and casually stroking. Groaning into the prince's mouth, the queen raises up in an effort to stop her husband. "Not yet my prince. I've been saving this load up for one place in particular, and that's not your mouth."
Standing up and stepping out of the washtub, the she-orc grabs a towel to dry herself. With a slight pout from the prince having been stopped before he could return the favor, he too stands and steps out of the tub to dry. Once the queen is satisfied that they are both sufficiently toweled off, she takes her husband's face in her hands and resumes their session.
Letting his hands roam, the prince runs his slender hands over the bulky forearms of his wife as they trade lip locks. Not to be outdone, he once again takes his hands, and circles the bulbous head of his wife's cock. Feeling the queen groaning into his mouth, the prince takes care not to move his hands to fast as to make her cum too soon. Breaking the passionate embrace, the prince looks into his wife's orc face. "Is this big thing for me? I bet your balls are aching to unload deep inside of me, aren't they?"
With a pulse in her cock, the queen answers her husband giving his belly a rub for good measure. "Is that a trick question my husband? Because if it is, I can make sure that next time you are with child, there will be more than one in that belly of yours."
Giving a slight grin to the she-orc, the prince answers. "Careful now. You will get the opportunity to change the linens of our child, and that means more 'smelly' fun for you my wife. However, being that I am already with child, there is no harm in letting you fill my insides with your nectar."
Turning around to give his wife a view of his backside, the prince lightly tugs her cock as he directs her to the royal bedchamber. Similar to the washtub, the queen previously arranged for a larger than average bed to accommodate not only the queen, but her mate as well. As both husband and wife reach the bed, the prince purposefully goes around to the night stand, and retrieves the special vial that will need to be refilled soon.
Kneeling on the bed with her cock rigid, the queen watches her fecund husband retrieve the special vial produced by the orc mages for their coupling. The prince crawls on the bedspread toward the queen, and once again takes her cock into his mouth. Moaning as she feels his lips massage the head of her she-cock, Glasha gently reaches down and runs her hands through her husband's short, blonde hair.
Slowly a state of slight frustration grows for the she-orc as the prince does just enough with his tongue to drive up her arousal, but not enough to get her any closer to peaking. Suddenly, she feels her husband's mouth release her member, and watches as he turns and lays on his back, exposing himself for her viewing pleasure. Taking in the view of her husband's belly heavy with their child, her cock continues to throb at the anticipation of what is to come.
Taking the vial in his hand, the prince hands it to his wife to do the honors. "You don't mind preparing the two of us, do you? I don't think that anybody can take your girth without a little help?"
Taking the vial from her prince, the queen responds with the familiar toothy grin on her face. "Trying to flatter me by complimenting my loins? Well, it certainly is working my dear prince."
Lifting her husband's legs in the air, the she-orc grasps the lean calves of her husband, and slowly kisses down the back of each one of his legs. Leaving a trail of sheen down to his rear, the queen puts his legs on either side of her head, and spreads them as far as they can comfortably go. With her husband's rosebud exposed to her, she uses one hand to hold up his balls as she penetrates his rear with her tongue. Putting pressure on his prince's rosebud, it resists the intrusion before it finally parts, and the queen's tongue begins to taste the insides of her husband.
Using her larger fingers to spread his hole more, her tongue gains greater access while she eats him out. Hearing the groans of approval from her prince, the she-orc pulls her tongue back, much to the groaning of her lover. Carefully, the queen takes just a bit of the liquid and coats a couple of her fingers. Rubbing her finger tips around his sensitive opening, the queen generously lathers up the prince's skin, before finally pushing the first finger inside.
Gasping at the intrusion, the prince's body tenses and he grasps the bed sheets in an attempt to control himself. Not since the last time the pair was together had he experienced the pressure of an intruder in his rear. Feeling the much larger finger of his wife move and shift inside of him, the prince looks down at his mate, but his pregnant belly obstructs his view. Only the top portion of the queen's head is visible, as well as the muscular globes of her rear end farther behind. As his hole registers the fingering motion of his wife's digit, the nerve endings in his balls register the warmth and moisture associated with having his balls sucked into his lover's mouth.
Trying to maintain his composure, the prince makes an effort to pant as his desire rises, even having been gotten off a short while ago. As his wife continues to work on his testicles, the second round of intense pressure begins as she adds a second finger for a total of two in his rear. Similar to the first time he experienced this, his nervous system registers intense pressure that borders on uncomfortable. It was never natural to stick things up there, but with the help of his wife, he found a distinct pleasure in the intense sensations in his rear.
Feeling a withdrawal of the digits in his bottom, the prince looks down at his wife as she raises up on her knees. With the vial in her hand, she rests her mammoth she-cock on her husband's round belly. "You know my dear prince. I believe your insides are as ready as they are going to be, but I thought you should have the honor of preparing this."
Feeling the heat of her cock on his skin, the prince replies in a coy fashion. "Me prepare you? What happened to chivalry?"
In an equally coy and playful response, the queen answers her prince. "Well, it isn't so much 'chivalry' as it is the ability to pass blame. You see my husband, when the both of our loins are satisfied and you cannot even walk straight without assistance, I will be able to safely say that it's not completely my fault. After all, it was you that was responsible for properly preparing my member for your insides."
Looking into the toothy face of his mate, the prince simply grins and holds his hand out for the vial. Unstopping it, the prince pours a generous amount on the she-cock resting on his belly. Using his hands, he encircles the queen's member and runs his hands her full length. Paying special attention to her bulbous head, the prince massages the liquid on the rough skin, and is rewarded with periodic spurts of pre-sex fluids. For good measure, the prince uses one of his free thumbs to finger his wife's cock slit, her groans signaling her approval.
Moving down the cock, the prince's nerve endings in his hands registers the slightly rougher skin texture compared to his own cock. Veins that cover his lover's cock pulse in tune to her heartbeat. Barely able to reach up to the queen's base due to his gravid state, the prince runs his hands the full length of her cock an extra couple of times for good measure until every inch of it is covered in a sheen.
Satisfied with his work the prince releases his wife's cock, and rubs the excess liquid onto the sides of his belly. "Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to put that beast of yours inside of me?"
With a slight chuckle, the queen takes her lubricated member in her hand, and lowers her torso. Using both hands to carefully aim it, the queen aims her cock head at her husband's rosebud. Feeling his wife's sex at his rear, he pleads with his wife. "Please, go slow. I haven't had anything near as large as your member inside of me since we've last been together."
With a nod of trust and concern, the queen gently begins to use her muscular lower body to move her member inside her lover. Feeling his rear slowly giving way, the prince closes his eyes and grasps the bed sheets in his fists, panting in an attempt to once again calm himself. As the intense pressure grows, he feels a burning down below as his rear struggles to accommodate the flared head of his wife's sex. Letting out a gasp, the nerve endings in his hole register the slightest contraction, indicating that the head of the queen's sex was now nuzzled inside of him.
The she-orc, rubbing her husband's lower body, confirms what he already knew. "The tip is inside. May I continue?"
With a groan in his voice, the prince responds. "Not yet. Please let me get accustomed to your girth again."
Feeling the large hand of his wife giving his face a gently caress, the pair simply lie on the bed in the same position for a period of time. The prince registers no movement from his wife's lower body, and admires her patience as his body grows accustomed to the member deep inside.
Feeling the slightest hint of a relaxation of his ring, the prince gives the queen permission to continue. "Alright, I think my body is ready to accept more of you."
Putting her arms on either side of her husband's frame and beginning to push, she gives her husband a caveat. "Tell me if you need me to stop."
With a nod of his head, Glasha once again puts more pressure behind her lower torso and her cock slowly disappears into her husband. While the queen has never been penetrated before, she has been told that the feeling compares best to simply intense pressure, after the initial penetration is complete. As the moist heat of her husband's insides surround her member, the discipline that is being required of her not to force her entire member deep inside of him is intense. The fact that this man is not a common whore, but a royal prince, her mate, and the bearer of their child come together to prevent her from being too forceful, at least this time. As the pumping veins of her cock steadily disappear, the prince continues a steady pace of breathing, coupled with grasping the sheets tightly and then releasing as required.
As the queen nearly bottoms out in her mate, she addresses her husband. "I am mostly inside of you. The base is all that remains."
Replying only by both gripping the sheets, and giving his wife a nod, he prepares himself for the last part. Grasping her husband's hips in her hands, the queen pulls her husband onto the final exposed portion of her member. Using a firm grip, the she-orc's lower groin registers the feeling of soft, pliable flesh meeting her own hips as she bottoms out in her mate.
Letting out a groan, the prince asks his wife for a pause. "Please remain still and let my insides grow accustomed to you again."
The prince, recognizing a nod from his wife, feels his wife's hands once again roam body to comfort him. As the prince closes his eyes and maintains his breathing, the stretched skin on his belly registers a pair of strong, battle worn hands on his midsection. Feeling the queen's hands roam over his belly distracts from the great pressure deep inside of his insides from his wife's sex. The nerve endings in his belly, and eventually thighs continue to register the reassuring actions of his wife. As a result, the prince's insides relax slightly around his wife's she-cock, enough to allow them to continue. "Please continue, but go slow."
With a nod of her own, the she-orc slowly withdraws her member from her husband. Looking down as she withdraws, it is as if her mate's insides cling to her member as it is withdrawn. Feeling a slight chill as her cock is exposed to the open air, the queen stops with just the head inside, and slowly plunges back into the prince, feeling her lower abdomen come in contact with her husband's balls.
Feeling his insides near as a riverbed without a river, a sense of emptiness assaults the nerves endings of his rear hole before his wife rectifies that. Feeling his wife bottom out inside him for the second time that day, the two build up a steady rhythm of intimate movement. Moving her arms on either side of her husband, the queen's eyes meet her husband's as they stare into each other. As the friction of their loins continue to lessen, the queen pulls out slightly, and bends over to take her husband's mouth in her own.
Wrapping his legs around his lover and grasping her arms on either side of his frame, he returns the passionate embrace. The queen, releasing her husband's mouth, continues the steady rhythm. As the sounds of husband and wife making love in their bed fill the room, a very distinct musky haze fills the royal bedchamber.
As the queen's thrusts begin to reach a fever pitch, the nerve endings in her member register a different sensation deep inside her husband. Bringing her thrusts back down to a slow pace, the queen once again runs her hands over her lover's distended midsection. "Roll on your side. I think that we may be rubbing the little one through your flesh with our passion."
With a look of understanding between the two, the prince rolls on his side, never allowing his wife's member to leave his cavity. With the resulting position change, the queen gets treated to a side view of her fecund husband. Whatever the reason, she continues to admire his gravid midsection, and slightly arched back to accommodate the extra weight. Giving her husband's belly another slight caress, she notices his cock head peeking out from between the cleft of his legs. Lifting the leg nearest to her, the queen lightly takes her prince's cock in her hand. Groaning from the sensations, the queen does only enough to fuel his desire, but not enough to allow him to peak. Gently fondling his balls, the queen once again pulls out of her husband until only the tip of her member is inside, and thrusts it back in again.
Falling again into the familiar rhythm, the pair thrust back and forth in the throes of passion. Not missing a beat, the queen crouches her upper body and take the prince's earlobe in her mouth, making sure to tongue the ear a touch. Hearing her husband's groan of approval, the queen moves down and nips at the upper part of his neck. Unable to crouch her back any longer, the queen straightens up but her mate isn't about to be outdone.
Taking his free arm, the prince reaches up and toys with his wife's muscular upper body. He starts by taking only a single finger, and tracing the cut abdominal muscles of his mate. Eliciting a chill from his wife, the prince moves his one finger up the increasingly sweat laced green skin of the queen until he reaches her breasts. Gently using the same one finger to tease her, the prince slowly runs it around the perimeter of her breast, stopping only briefly to finger the steel-like nipple. As the queen picks up the pace, the prince begins to feel the beginnings of his wife's peak approaching. In an attempt to brace himself, the prince grasps the sheets with one hand and his wife's breast with the other.
As the queen's balls churn in anticipation of their release, the pace of her thrusting reaches a fever pitch as she pounds her husband. Leaning forward once again, she warns her husband. "I'm close. Release my chest and make us peak together."
The prince takes his hand, and reaches around his gravid midsection and starts to jerk off his own hard cock. Looking into his wife's face, the contortion of her facial muscles signal the pending explosion from her loins. In an instant, the queen lets out a growl into the bedchamber signaling her first release since last they coupled. As the queen's entire lower body shakes, the prince's own lower body shakes as his own eruption takes shape. As the prince's balls contract and expel their contents onto the bed sheets, his insides begin to get coated with his wife's fluids.
With her eruption forcing tears from her closed eyes, the queen's sex expels fluids into the prince's insides. In a sudden fit of weakness, the arms of the battle worn she-orc fail, and face plants directly into the bedsheets adjacent to her mate. Fortunately, the queen maintains enough cognizance to roll as she does so, resulting in the two of them in a spooning position. While the queen's cock loosened a bit from her lover, the she-orc quickly grasps her husband's hips, and fully embeds it back inside of him, still spraying his insides.
While the prince's eruption subsides, the queen's continues for a longer period of time. Bordering on a seizure, the prince's insides fill up with her cum until it begins to leak our around his rear. Only after another full minute does the queen's eruption subside and her cock begin to soften.
Bringing her arms around her mate, she thanks him in a raspy voice. "That was amazing! I apologize for being a little rough, but I couldn't hold it back anymore."
Taking her hand in his, the prince brings it up to his face and lightly plants kisses on it. "There is no need for apologies my wife. It was just as intense for me to be filled to the brim with your sex. However, let's wait a little bit before we go again."
With her trademark toothy grin, the queen concurs. "Agreed. Besides, I have also not had the opportunity in the past half season to hold you either."
Feeling her hands dropping to rest on his rounded midsection, the prince asks his lover a question he has been hesitant to ask anybody. "The birth...will it hurt?"
Hearing the concern is her husband's voice, the she-orc gives him what comfort she can. "Birthing a child always hurts, nobody can change that fact. I understand that the mages will be able to lessen the pain while our child is coming into this world, but there will still be pain. It's my hope that over the next fortnight, our 'activities' will help stretch out your rear so you will be more prepared for the big day."
With a hint of both concern and comedy in his voice, the prince responds. "'Prepared' is it? Are you sure that you just don't want my body to be easier to access for your own loins?"
Pinching her husband's skin and causing him to jump, "I won't deny the pleasure of practicality my husband."
Feeling his wife's hands cup his face, he is met with her mouth meeting his own. As the pair once again make out like long lost lovers, the prince's insides register his wife's growing member. "Ready to go again already?"
Letting go of his face, and placing her hands back on his belly, the queen responds nuzzling the back of her husband's head. "Later. At the present, I feel content just laying here like this."
Content in the position, both husband and wife drift off the sleep.
Epilogue:
History records that the union of the orc Queen Glasha and the human Prince Hamilton yielded 11 children between the two. While the offspring of these two were noted as being small and scrawny by orc standards, they were extremely adept at a form of combat the prided speed and agility over brute strength. As a result, the descendants of the two were known as formidable warriors that were rarely bested in a battle.
The End
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Author's Notes:
Once again, I decided to try a little different style of writing. Any constructive criticism is welcomed.