Orc
Bride
LAVENDER SAGE
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Orc Bride
Leesha’s wedding is arranged with Prince Farah, a man who doesn’t care for her apart from the business ties he can make with her father, the king. She detests the man but her body is already ripe for pleasure.
A chance encounter with bandits kills the wedding party, leaving Leesha the sole survivor. The robbers are after her but she is saved by an orc warrior who claims her as his bride.
The orc takes her until she is screaming with pleasure and agrees to be his bride.
Enjoy this steamy monster erotica story today!
1
The parlor room was hot and stuffy. Sweat gathered under my arms and breasts as I sat still in my royal robes. The thick silk did nothing to cool me down and the gold embroidery began to feel itchy even through my inner robes. My face was painted with white powder while my eyes were drawn over with thick charcoal lines and my lips dyed red. The long length of my dark hair was fashioned into a large bun and stuffed with jeweled pins.
I was made to look like a traditional bride of the realm.
I exhaled a long breath. The maids left me to wait for Prince Farah who was my betrothed. I’d never seen him before in my life but my marriage was fixed with him after a few months I was born. Some people envied my birth in a royal household but if they knew the reality of life here, they would pity me.
I was born to a king’s concubine. Even though I was technically a princess, I was never treated that way. The daughters born from wives were given the special treatment. As a concubine’s daughter, I had modest accommodation in the servants’ quarters and was provided the same meals they had. The only perk was that I didn’t have to toil as much as them.
The king used me as a pawn to get friendly with a neighboring state. Marrying me off to one of the princes would help cement relations between the nations. He didn’t care about my feelings and never bothered to even ask. He gave his command and I was to follow.
“Sit still!” the matchmaker shrieked as I squirmed in the heat.
I hated her. The severe looking woman in the tight gown was supposedly going to act as a chaperone but she was being more of a dictator.
“You don’t even have the grace of a princess and yet, you’re going to marry a prince,” she chided.
I didn’t bother retaliating to her. No matter what I said, I would still be meeting the prince and then getting married off tomorrow. My mother had passed away and I had no attachment to the palace. I would miss its familiarity but that was all.
“Prince Farah has arrived!” came the call from outside the doors.
“Oh dear! Oh dear!” the matchmaker cried, wringing her hands. She shot me a scathing look. “Sit still and answer whatever he asks. Don’t even dare to be impudent!”
“I am marrying the man. The least I get to do is ask him a few questions.”
“Crazy girl! Don’t even stare at the prince!”
She continued to scold me right until the doors opened. I stared up just as she froze.
A disappointed sigh escaped me. The man standing at the threshold was at least forty years old. There were a lot of gray in his thinning auburn hair. He wasn’t terribly ugly but he was thick at the waist. The man was suited to be my uncle. Not husband.
The matchmaker bowed deeply. I followed her suit, my movements clumsy because of the ridiculous garments I wore.
“Be at ease,” said Prince Farah, stepping inside the room. His gaze was fixed me.
“Welcome, my prince,” said the matchmaker, rushing forward to greet him. “Would you like some tea? We have also made some special sweets for you.” I tried not to roll my eyes. The prince was marrying even if we didn’t feed him tea and biscuits.
“I would like to speak to the princess alone if you don’t mind,” said Prince Farah.
“Oh.” The matchmaker hesitated. “Well, then. I shall be right outside these doors.”
“That will be fine.”
The woman cast me one last warning glare before moving out of the room and closing the door behind her. I was sure she would be pressed up against it in a bid to listen in the conversation.
Prince Farah walked forward and sat down on the plush chair placed opposite to me. His eyes drank in my sight from head to toe.
“You have fire inside you,” he said in a low whisper. “It will be so much fun to break you in.”
“What?” I blurted. “Break me.”
He chuckled. “You’re going to love it, princess.”
Getting to his feet, he moved closer to me. I kept my eyes down, not liking the closeness between us.
A gasp escaped me as he pinched my chin hard and yanked my head backward, forcing me to look into his face.
“Prince Farah!”
“Don’t be loud.”
“What are you doing? We are not married yet. You shouldn’t be touching me.”
“We are getting married tomorrow. I have to check the wares before I buy them, shouldn’t I?” When I looked confused, he added, “I am going to inspect you. I will marry you only if you satisfy me.”
Satisfy him? Here? With the matchmaker on the other side of the door?
“Don’t worry, princess. I will leave your virginity intact.”
His fingers moved away from my chin to caress my lips. With a sudden movement, he pulled the bottom lip down to insert the digit in my mouth.
“Suck on it.”
Without a choice, I obeyed.
“Good.” He added a second finger in my mouth while his other hand came to rest on a breast. He squeezed it over the gown, making me stop and gasp. “Keep sucking,” he commanded.
I disliked this man but something odd was happening to me. The tighter he squeezed my breast, the warmer my body got. I was hating him but liking the way heat pooled between my legs.
With a rough hand, Prince Farah moved aside the lapels of my robe. Once the cloth loosened, his hand moved inside.
I stared into his dark eyes. His lips were curled in a grin.
“Do you like it, princess?” he asked, his hand cupping over a naked breast. I closed my eyes, liking the roughness of his palm against the plump softness. Suddenly, he gave my nipple a sharp pinch. I gasped out.
“You will answer me when I ask a question. Do you understand?”
I nodded, my eyes tearing.
Pulling his fingers out of my mouth, he inserted the hand inside my robes. With both hands, he began fondling and kneading my breasts. Heat grew in between my thighs. I’d never been touched by a man
before. The sensations running through my body were foreign. I had yet to decide whether I liked it or not.
Taking a hand out, he raised the hem of my robe.
Almost with a sick fascination, I stared at him as his hands snaked up my naked legs. His hand brushed over the soft bristles of my pussy. A heavy moan escaped.
The prince smiled.
Squeezing my breast, he inserted his fingers inside my wet folds. I moaned again, liking the roughness against my slippery pussy lips.
“You’re so wet right now,” he whispered in my ears.
I was panting by now, my hips jerking forward, greedy for the feel of his hands on my pussy.
“You’ll do just fine,” he said, inserting his fingers deeper inside me. His thumb brushed over the swollen nub of my pussy and I gasped out. It sent electricity running through my veins, bringing me a strange kind of pleasure. It was heady. Addictive. I’d never felt anything like this before.
I was taught what happened between a man and a woman as soon as the marriage date was announced. However, they never mentioned being touched like this would feel so good. They all told me it would hurt. It was the only thing to expect.
“You’re doing so great,” he whispered, increasing the pace at which his finger moved inside me.
Something seemed to build inside me. Like a wave, about to crash all around me.
He pinched my nipple and with a soft cry, I felt the dam break. My body trembled as waves of intense pleasure cascaded down on me.
“You’re ready, princess,” said the prince, grinning at me.
Pulling his fingers out, he shoved them back into my mouth. “Suck it all off.”
A part of me was disgusted but a more depraved side of me did as he commanded. I didn’t like Prince Farah at all but liked the way my body reacted to him. I wish it could have been a young prince. I already knew Farah was experienced with women because he’d already slept with many.
“How many wives do you have?” I asked. After what he did to me, all etiquettes and reservations went out the door.
“You are too bold. Good thing you’re so pretty. I will have to see to it but otherwise, you’ll do for me.”
As I sat in my chair, he fixed my robes, making it look like he hadn’t groped every intimate part of my body.
“I have three wives. You’ll be the fourth.”
I sighed. What else was I expecting?
The prince will “break” me and then move onto other women. Once he had his fill of me, he would leave me to rot. That’s what usually happened to secondary wives and concubines.
I wished for a simpler man, a simpler life. A man who would be fiercely protective of me and be loyal to me alone. It was the only prayer I had. Looks like it had all gone to waste. Come tomorrow, I would be marrying Prince Farah.
The prince leaned down and bit my bottom lip hard. I tasted blood but no one would notice it because of the crimson paint covering my lips.
“See you tomorrow, my bride.”
2
It was strange how quickly time passes when you’re dreading something.
One moment I was back in my quarters after Prince Farah left and the next, I was waking to a new dawn.
Maids gathered around me before sunrise preparing my body for the wedding rituals. Like a dead person, I let them bathe me, oil and perfume me and then clothe my body in a lavish red gown. They made me sit before a mirror but the face staring back at me belonged to a stranger. I didn’t recognize her.
I didn’t want to marry the prince to become his fourth wife. I’d just turned eighteen. I was healthy with many more years to live, but my life would be over soon. He would sleep with me, “break” me and then forget about me until I was lucky enough to get pregnant with a child.
Ugh! His child.
Please let something happen to stop this marriage, I prayed even though I knew it was useless. My future was written out for me before I could even walk.
The rites and rituals proceeded as per the norm. My face was hidden by a long veil, so I couldn’t see the look on Prince Farah’s face but was sure he was grinning, anticipating “breaking” me that night. I could only see down at my feet as a maid helped me through the rituals.
I was exhausted by the time they led me to the palanquin hooked to a team of four strong horses.
“You shouldn’t delay, Prince Farah,” I heard my father, the king speak. “The sun will set within hours.”
“Not to worry, Your Majesty. We’ll be fine with my guards.”
I expected my father to say a parting word to me but none came. It was like I was one of his cattle he was selling off. On second thought, I probably was.
I couldn’t wait to get out of the palace. I didn’t know what was waiting for me but I felt no qualms about leaving the place. No one cared for me here. There was nothing tying me to it.
A maid helped me get inside the palanquin. It was a box of stuffed velvet walls with just a small square hole to act as a window as well as vent.
As the wedding procession marched on, I was thrown around the palanquin. A carriage with proper seats would have been more comfortable than getting tossed inside the box. I steadily understood the reason behind the cushioned walls. Without them, I would be covered in bruises.
The sun was close to setting when the party came to a sudden stop. I tried looking through the hole to see if we stopped by an inn for the night. There was nothing around for miles except for thick woods.
Men cried. People shouted and horses screamed.
The peaceful party suddenly descended into chaos. What was happening? I could hear the war cries coming from the distance. With no one minding me anymore, I jumped out of the palanquin. It was a clumsy fall, my royal wedding robes weighing me down.
Arrows were stuck in men’s chest and back. My husband lay dead on the ground with two arrows sticking out of him. Heart thundering in my chest, I looked ahead to see horsemen coming towards me. Even in my shocked state, I knew they were bandits, preying on travelers and looting them. Prince Farah’s guards proved utterly useless against them.
I was the only one alive left standing there. My bright red wedding garment shone like a beacon in the setting sun. The horsemen were only feet away when I coaxed my feet to run.
The men shouted for me to stop. I feared an arrow would come at me but oddly, no one shot at me. They wanted me alive. The reason wasn’t a mystery. Everyone knew what they did with women.
I ran into the woods. Stumbling over rocks and roots, I kept going despite the men chasing after me. My legs were getting tired, the weight of my clothes pulling down. I was panting but was determined to do my best not to get caught.
In the darkening woods, I suddenly collided with something solid. Looking up, I saw a very tall and broad man staring down at me. In the darkness, I couldn’t see his face but the large hammer in his hands didn’t go unnoticed by me.
“Please, Sir,” I said, grasping his wrists. They were so thick my fingers wouldn’t wrap around them. “Save me, please. They have killed everyone in my party and now they are after me.”
The man said nothing but with a swipe of his gigantic hand, he pushed me behind him. My heart pounded with fear as the bandits came closer.
“Get back!” one of them shouted. “There are orcs in the woods!”
Orcs?
I looked up at the man shielding me from the bandits. He was an orc? My gaze took in the powerful muscles of his legs as well as the exposed shoulders. He wore leather garments and no shoes on his feet.
I swallowed. Somehow, I escaped the bandits to land myself among orcs. How great was my luck?
The ground shook under my feet as more orcs appeared around us and charged at the bandits. For a moment, I wondered if I should be running too.
Humans had a long bloody history with orcs since ancient times. These days, however, they preferred to stay in their own territories. They lived in the mountains and woods, keeping to themselves. Only when their homes were attacked w
ould they retaliate. It rarely happened because humans would never be able to stand up against a group of bloodthirsty orcs.
I slowly began to creep away from the orc who’d acted as my shield. He was imposing but I didn’t feel any threat from him but still, it was more sensible to keep my distance from him.
A twig snapped under my foot. The orc turned around to glance down at me. My lips parted as I was able to take in his face for the first time. It was inhuman with unusually long teeth, bulbous nose, and icy-blue eyes. He stared at me but didn’t approach me or threaten me. I slowly backed away.
“You will not last a day in this wilderness,” the orc spoke in a deep voice.
I halted.
“Come with me.” He extended a hand towards me.
I debated the decision. He was right about me not surviving. It would either be a wild animal or a bandit that would capture and kill me. But would staying with the orc be safer?
“How can I trust you?” I asked in a shaky whisper.
“I will protect you if you become my bride.”
“What?”
“You are a bride, aren’t you?”
“Yes…but my husband died.”
“You shall be my bride. I will protect you.”
Before I could say another word, he strode towards me and swept me off my feet. It was so easy for him like my weight meant nothing to me. I stared up into his ugly face but felt no fear from him. In the oddest way, I knew he would protect me. It was the exact opposite to how Prince Farah had made me feel.
I wrapped my arms around the orc’s neck, feeling the sinewy muscles underneath me. There was raw, untamed power in this man and just the thought of my soft body against his made a thrum race down to my core.
Would being his bride mean the same thing as it did to humans? Would he really take me like a man?
“Your wedding night won’t go to waste, little princess,” he said, walking deeper into the woods.
“What is your name?” I asked.
“Groger. And what are you called?”
“Leesha.”
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