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Chapter 3
When I woke he was still inside of me. At first I was bewildered, waking up in a new bed with a cock in my until-last-night virgin cunt, but then I remembered all that had happened, the ecstasy of Uruk fucking me, each time better than the last. He had his thick arm wrapped around my narrow waist, his hard, hairy, muscular chest against my back, his hot breath on the nape of my neck.
I wasn't sure how I felt about him. It was true that the sex had been life changing. Even now, feeling him inside of me, resting his sword in my sheath, I wanted another go, but everything he'd done to me, while it had brought me unfathomable pleasure, had been, at least at first, against my will.
He had bought me for his bride knowing full well that my choice in the matter was an appearance of one only. I would have done anything to save my family, my people. And last night, though he had said I had to choose whether or not he could claim me, his spit had awakened such an excruciating burn in my cunt that of course I gave myself to him to end the pain that only he could.
It wasn't that I regretted what had happened. Uruk had shown me delight that no human ever could, had opened my eyes to wonders, but I didn't like being manipulated or persuaded into making a decision I naturally wouldn't have made. Even if I was happy with the results, I didn't appreciate the tactics, and right now I was pretty angry with my husband.
And yet, I could see a glimpse of a future where I wouldn't be, just so long as I had some autonomy again.
I nestled into the strong arm cradling my head like a pillow and allowed Uruk's scent to saturate each breath. Animals were known to release pheromones to attract breeding partners. I wondered if orcs were the same. Uruk's smell was enough to give me an instant erection, to cause a stirring of intense longing deep in my cunt. It also put me at ease, made me feel safe and protected. It made me willing to submit to my powerful husband. Was it just a trick meant to capture the lust of beautiful young men, or was it a sign that the gods intended for orcs to make men their bitches? Either way it made me happy and very, very horny, to the point where, without my awareness, I had started thrusting my hips, driving his cock deeper into my pussy, fucking myself on his sleeping dick.
It was not asleep for long.
"Mmmm, Urukhal," he moaned sleepily as his cock began to harden inside of me. "You know just how to waken me."
Kissing the back of my neck, reaching down to give my cock a few firm, appreciative tugs, he began to drive himself into me with powerful thrusts.
"Fuck me, husband!" I cried. It was funny how a word that had once repulsed me now turned me on.
Biting my neck, holding my body with his fangs like a dog held a bitch when his knot was releasing, he fucked me at a ravenous, mind-numbing pace that had my eyes rolled back in my head and my cum spurting like a fountain in moments.
"Going to fill your twat with seed every morning and every night," he spat as he ravaged me, ramming my pussy like a war machine. "I'll fuck you every moment of every day until my balls are empty."
"You'll fuck me even then, husband," I cried out. "Your queen demands it. Your balls will never run dry. I won't allow it."
He laughed, never once breaking his maniacal stride. "You make demands of me, bride? I have claimed you. You belong to me, now, body, mind and soul."
"Marriage," I grunted as he punched deep into my abdomen, the high of his fuck more intense as I found it more difficult to breathe, "goes both ways. You may own me, but I own you, too."
"Is that so little mate?" he said, biting my neck until I screamed, licking up the blood while I came a second time.
"You thought you were buying a whore when you really paid for a prince," I said trying to buck in time with his thrusts, making us both moan all the louder.
"No, Urukhal. I thought I was buying a bride and am very happy to find," he panted, "that I wound up with a warrior. Your mind is sharper than any sword, and your beauty could destroy kingdoms. No weight in gold will ever be worth you. I'm just glad your father didn't know that."
I suppose it was true, what he'd said to me when I met him. He appreciated me more than any woman ever would, in a way that was infinitely more meaningful. I was an angel in his eyes, and he, he was my demon. Together we could change the universe. In my old life I was the seventh son, but with him I was queen. Fucking myself on him, I brought his hand up to clutch my breast, feel my beating heart.
"If you wish to claim me as your own," he grunted, "I will allow it."
"Prove it!" I hissed.
"What would you have me do, my queen?"
"Cum for me," I cried, and then I took his paw, brought it to my lips, clenched my jaw about the tender skin between his thumb and index finger and crunched down, breaking the leathery skin, tasting the fresh drops of his citrusy blood.
I had little time to realize that my spit had the same effect on his body as his did on mine before he bellowed like a speared lion, convulsing as shot after shot of his hot cum flooded my insides, filling me to the brim as my own body spewed my seed out onto the grass by our pallet.
"Are you satisfied, my queen?" he said, pulling me into a kiss.
"For now, my king," I said, pawing at his hairy chest, bringing his sweat up to my mouth to taste. "Are you?"
"More than I have ever been before," he purred, rubbing my cheek with his calloused fingers. "I cannot wait to show you your new home. You will be the jewel of the palace, the future queen, the mother of my children."
The mother of... what?!
"Uruk, what do you mean the mother of your children?" I said.
"I mean," he said bringing his palm to my belly, "you will bring forth the fruit of my loins. I have already planted one son in you, and I will bury a hundred more into your pussy before I go into my grave."
What?.. How?.. It couldn't be true, could it? I couldn't be... pregnant.
"But I can't be pregnant!" I cried. "I'm a man!"
"You say that like I'm not aware," he smirked.
"Men don't get pregnant!" I said, trying to pull away from him, but he held me like a vice. Damn his infallible strength!
"Yes they do," he said, trying to soothe me but failing miserably. "My child is already growing inside of you."
"How?! I don't have a womb!"
"Yes, you do," he said, bringing my hand down to my belly. "It is here, in what used to be your appendix. In men who have been claimed by an orc, the organ becomes a womb."
"My... my appendix?"
I pressed my hand to the bottom of my abdomen, palpating it, trying to feel something I'd never felt before, some change that would indicate that he was speaking the truth.
"Men were made to be orc bitches," he said, "our wives and lovers."
It couldn't be true. It just... it just couldn't. I kept pressing into my abdomen. I couldn't be pregnant.
"Well not all men," he said, stroking my cheek, twirling his thick claws through my locks. "Just the beautiful ones, the ones who desire cock, who deserve the pinnacle of masculinity, men with pussies alongside their dicks. Your pussy, my love, was made for orc cock. Feel my cock within you and say it isn't so."
I did feel his cock inside of me, stretching my cunt lips wide, filling my hole, and it did feel right, and even though I was angry and scared, I couldn't deny the fact that I'd had a boner basically from the moment he'd called me a mother--although I certainly wouldn't admit that to him!--but I hadn't always felt this way. My ass used to be an ass, not a twat, but then he'd shoved his tongue in there and changed me forever. The old me was dead, killed by his prick.
"You did this to me!" I spat. "You made me into a woman!"
He frowned, holding me close, stroking my cheek. "But you are not a woman."
"I didn't used to be," I shouted, "but now..."
"Do you feel like a woman?" he asked, not allowing me to look away.
"No!" I said. Or did I? I certainly didn't feel like a man. "Yes. Maybe. I don't know! I used to be a man, but ever since I met you I just don't know."
"Urukhal," he said, "if you were a woman I would not want you. Feel my flesh pulsing inside of you. Your manhood makes me hard. Why do you think you are suddenly something you are not?"
"Because I'm pregnant!" I cried.
Fuck! I was crying. I'd promised myself I wouldn't let him see me cry, and now... good god, now I was pregnant.
"What does that have to do with being a woman?" he asked.
"Because women get pregnant!"
He frowned. "Perhaps amongst humans."
"I'm a human!"
He didn't have a response to that, or maybe I just didn't give him enough time, but I didn't care. I was enraged.
"I was a man until you claimed me," I pointed at him.
"And you're a man still," he said.
"You call me your wife!" I yelled.
"It's the nearest translation."
"You call me queen!"
"Well you're married to the king, or, at least the future king. Your title right now would be princess, I suppose."
"It's a woman's title!"
"Not among orcs!"
"I am not an ORC!"
I was furious. He'd impregnated me without even having the decency to tell me that that's what would happen. Or had he? There'd been something he'd said about carrying his seed, but I hadn't been in my right mind! I hadn't been in my right mind since he'd parted my thighs, really since he'd entered my life.
"You've been claimed by one," he said softly. "You live amongst them. In essence, you belong more with orcs now than with humans. You may have been born a human, raised amongst humans, but for the rest of your life you will be an orc bride, the mother of an entire generation of orcs."
Was this really my life now? A broodmare for monsters? I suppose thinking that he'd pay a king's ransom for a boy wife without expecting something more than beauty had been stupid, but how could I have ever imagined this? And why, God, did part of me revel in it?
"My mother said that this might be difficult for you," he said, still holding me close, his voice and demeanor far softer and more vulnerable than I'd ever thought possible from the hulking, muscular pinnacle of masculinity whose dick lay claim to my pussy. "He told me that patience would work better than anger. I want you to be happy. You're my bride until death parts us." He brought his paw to scratch the torque about my neck. "Perhaps even after that. Your pleasure is my pleasure, and your pain is my pain. My child grows inside of you, and I will do anything to make you comfortable, for his health and yours."
Why did he have to be so nice?! It was so hard not to feel comforted by him, not to feel safe and loved in his arms. I wanted to hate him, damnit, and yet my heart felt otherwise.
"Tell me, love," he asked, moving within me as he grasped my stiff prick, stroking it until I moaned, running his fingers along my balls. "Does this make you feel like a woman?"
"No," I relented.
"Do you want me to show you how much of a man you are?" he asked, licking my ear, grazing the lobe with his teeth.
"How?" I sighed, bucking against him without thinking, fucking myself on his hardening cock.
"Fuck," he groaned. "It's so hard not to ravage you."
"Ungh," I moaned as his cock slid out of my asshole until I was totally empty.
"It's your turn," he said.
My turn for what? What was about to happen?
"Lie on your back," he said, "and spread your legs."
I did as he said, watching as he came to his knees, crawling down between my legs. Until he turned I could see his tight muscular ass covered in coarse black fur. I felt a stirring in my cock as I wondered how his hole would feel on my tongue.
He came to rest on his haunches between my thighs just as he had last night before he'd invaded me with his tongue. Expecting his lips to kiss my puckering hole, I was shocked when instead he swallowed my cock.
"Fuck," I keened.
His lips in my pubic hair, I could feel his throat tightening around my cock as his spit covered me. Wet and warm, his throat enveloped my manhood in ecstacy. Sucking me hard, bringing his puckered lips up and down my dick, he ran his tongue underneath my foreskin, licking up and down the sensitive slit until I was howling.
"Oh fuck, Uruk," I moaned. "Uruk. What are you doing to me, Uruk?"
He chuckled, bobbing up and down on my cock.
"Do you feel like a man, my love?" he asked, kissing up and down my pulsing root.
"Yes," I said. "Please, don't stop."
He leered. "Your wish is my command, my bride."
It didn't take long until I was panting, my hands grabbing onto his hair as he sucked me. "Fuck, Uruk," I cried. "I'm so close."
He pulled off of me, grabbing my prick in my mighty paw, jacking me off, keeping my cock wet with precum and spit.
"You are my man," he barked, "and don't let me hear you doubting that again."
"Yes, husband," I moaned. "Oh god, I'm so close."
"Cum for me wife," he said, "mother of my child."
"Oh husband!"
"Mother to a generation."
"FUCK!"
"My pregnant bitch."
"I'M CUMMING!" I screamed.
My body writhed as shot after shot of my cum fired from my manhood, striking my husband in the face, coating his dark skin in white.
"My man," he purred, licking the last drops of cum from my sensitive prick as I moaned. "Your cum is like nectar. All the sweeter now that you are pregnant."
I didn't know why, if it was something he had awakened in me or something that had been there all along, but everytime he called me pregnant it felt more and more right, making me more and more horny. I brought my hand up to touch his cheek, partially covered in my cum. He was so handsome, my husband, my protector, the father of the babe growing in my belly. I would never be without him, not with his essence swelling in my womb.
"Are you satisfied, my love?" he asked, bringing my palm to his lips for a kiss.
"Yes," I said.
Rubbing his palm against my belly, he spoke, "You are so beautiful."
"So are you," I said, "my love."
He purred, leering at me. "How did I get so lucky?"
"How did I?" I said softly, and I meant it. I knew that if I spent the rest of my life with him, I would be happy. Maybe he was right. Maybe men were made to be the wives and lovers of powerful orcs, meant to submit to their mighty cocks, to revel in their masculine energy, to be the receptacles of their seed, to bear their sons, who would carry on their legacy. All I knew was while I gazed at his striking face, thought of his son growing in my womb, my softening cock began to stiffen again.
Growling, rising up from my between my legs, he brought himself atop me until his face was staring down at me, his hot and hairy body covering me, making me feel protected and loved and incredibly horny.
His lips were upon me in a sweet and gentle kiss.
"Uruk," I said.
"Yes, my love?" he said.
"Could you fuck me again?" I asked, looking into his hungry eyes. "I want to make sure that I'll be a mother."
He roared like a lion, his cock thrusting against my thigh, before he brought his lips down to devour me.
This time I knew that it had been my choice, my wish to have his cock invading me, my decision to submit to his power, and it made the sex more gratifying, more ecstatic, more fun.
After two more sessions full of his cum in my cunt, I rubbed my full belly, wondering what I would call our son.