I've been on a pretty big orc kick recently, as @venompeach would know. I hardly see any good food for them, and it always drives me nuts how so many fantasy set pieces of media always have this boring, conventionally attractive elf guy being the main love interest when big, beefy, strong orcs are right there. So I've been dying to get some writing about them done (although I wouldn't go so far as to say you should expect to see more of stuff like this from me, things just aligned and I got inspo to make a quick smut piece).
I've also never really been into cucking as a kink - especially not when the cuck is always depicted as this sweet, gentle guy who genuinely loves the girl he's watching cuck him and it's cheating and she cruelly breaks up with him and crap. It always leaves me feeling vaguely guilty and sad.
But scenarios where I don't feel bad about it? Ones where the cuck is an awful asshole who doesn't deserve the girl, or in this case - you, the reader! (Reader is implied to be chubby and mentioned to have somewhat long hair, but only for a moment and everything else is left up to imagination.)
TW for some domestic violence
The idea of being engaged to this snobbish elf prince, who doesn't take any care in you or your interests - who constantly belittles your opinions and thinks you need to lose weight to be attractive to his public as his, uhg, future wife. Who hates that you're human and uses every chance he can to just act like a selfish asshole - ends up getting his kingdom overrun by orcs.
He has been antagonizing the local tribe for years at this point, refusing peace talks and trade deals because he "would rather die than do business with those disgusting brutes" and all his council encouraged it despite your protests. You warned them that orcs aren't to be trifled with! They will let many things go, give opportunities for forgiveness, but if you spurn them and poke the bear too many times? All hell will be unleashed and they are merciless. They are famous for their battle prowess for a reason after all. Your fiance of course, doesn't listen.
Cut to the moment he pushes them too far and you find yourself surrounded by elves panicking and screaming in fear and chaos - running and hiding as the orc War Chief kicks down your fiance's front door like the damn thing is made of paper mâché. His group of commanders and council men follow behind, war paint all over their bodies blending seamlessly with tattoos of all sorts. Piercings and scars litter their forms, rings wrapped around fingers and tusks and braids alike.
The War Chief comes to a stop in the middle of the room, glowering at your fiance and growling low in his chest.
Gorgeous dark green skin paired with thick, long black hair, a portion tied back in a high ponytail while the rest lays in loose waves over his shoulders. His tusks are massive with gold and silver rings wrapped around them to show off his status. His hulking form is covered in scars, duel battle axes held in both his large hands. You can see the worn skin of his knuckles and palms as he points the tip of a battle axe at your cowering fiance, prominent veins that you want to press your lips to standing out in the warm light of the throne room.
You feel heat rise to your cheeks the longer you stare at him, internally chastising yourself for thinking such things about a man other than your fiance. Your fiance, who is currently about to soil himself - thin and weak and snobbish with his nose always stuck in the air whenever he has to talk to you...
"Elf prince," the War Chief begins in perfect elfish, a clear surprise to those in the throne room still cowering, "we have given you plenty of chances to repent. None have been taken. Now we take from you - your city, your people, your riches. Surrender and perhaps I'll let you live."
Silence fills the hall as your fiance stands frozen in place, like a statue. You need to do something, this is supposed to be your kingdom too, at least it will be, no matter how unwelcome it has been so far. You won't let these people suffer for your fiance's incompetence.
"...War Chief, allow me to apologize on my betrothed and his people's behalf. I beg of you-" You step forward, lowering yourself from the throne and closer to the orc chief, to show that you see him as an equal and not below you, "I beg of you to please spare the fine people of this province. A mutually beneficial agreement can be met, I'm sure-"
Your words are cut off by a resounding 'smack' that echoes through the throne room. Your eyes take in the sight of the far window, the details in the metal framework a stark difference to the ruggedly handsome orc face and intense brown eyes you had been staring at moments before.
Another second more and you feel a burning sting race through your cheek, tears burning behind your eyes and welling up instantly before spilling down your face. Your neck hurts from the force with which it had been forcefully turned in such a quick manner.
You can't help but bring your hands up to your face on instinct, a sob escaping you before you have time to stop it, as your cheek aches.
You've never been slapped before.
"Silence your tongue human. You don't get to speak for my people or me, how dare you." You hear your fiance hiss from right next to you. You keep your head low, using your hair to shield your face from the eyes watching all around you. You let out one shuddering breath and step back, keeping yourself small and forgettable as you very slowly and carefully nod.
You hear him huff, the sound of him adjusting his robes before he turns back to the orcs standing in silence before you
"Ignore that filthy human, she has no say in these matters. I am surprised you managed to break through our front lines and burst in here you brute, but it's no matter. The rest of my men will be here shortly to kill you and throw your savage ways out of my civilized hall." That's a lie, it's such a lie, the castle was in a panic just moments before because they had taken down the meager army he supplied with hardly any effort, like swatting at a fly.
You hear the Chief snort in amusement. He knows.
"I had been open to the possibilities of forging peace, of uniting our people, but I guess I shouldn't have held such high expectations for an elf." You can hear his commanders chuckle among themselves, the sound of heavy weapons going 'thunk' against the marble floors as they stand at ease. They know as well. "Especially not one that beats their future mate."
You can hear the sound of heavy footsteps along the floor, and the sound of your fiance gasping in fear.
"S-stay back you monster! You aren't allowed to step up here-!" A snort and the sound of a battle axe being lodged into the wooden arm of the throne has your fiance's words dying on the tip of his tongue. The footsteps sound closer to you, and through the curtain of your hair you can see a pair of large leather boots stop right before you.
"Are you alright, little princess?" That gravelly voice whispers to you and a shudder races down your spine.
No. No, you aren't alright. You haven't been since the moment you were sent here to be the bride of this horrible, brainless, cruel-
You can only let out a shuddering breath in response.
A hand, green and massive and calloused, gently grasps your chin and tilts your head upwards. Your vision is blurry still from tears, the fear in your veins keeping your muscles locked tense. You feel a fresh wave of embarrassment settle over you at having a complete stranger look at you so intensely as you try not to cry.
Those brown eyes don't look at you with judgment though, only concern as a large thumb gently traces the cheek that had been hit.
"Ah, good. It shouldn't bruise, but it will be a bit tender for awhile." A distant part of you is relieved to hear that, even if you can't process his words at this time. That large hand is still so tenderly holding your cheek, and you want to bury yourself into his rough palm and bite the thick skin there.
You resist, barely.
The War Chief's other thumb brushes over your cheek too, collecting the remaining tears still on your skin. He looks at his own thumb for just a moment in contemplation, before bringing it up and licking the salt of your tears away. You see his pupils dilate and contract at the taste, his nostrils flaring as he breathes you in.
"Such a beautiful face should only be crying tears from overwhelming pleasure or joy…" He rumbles, more to himself than you. Your body still reacts to the deep baritone, your cunt clenching as you squeeze your thighs together and wiggle your hips in embarrassed delight. The War Chief lets your face go, turning away from you and for one heart stopping moment you panic that you've done something to offend him. He called you beautiful…was that just an empty compliment to make you stop crying? Perhaps he was like your fiance, finding your face pretty enough but the rest of you to be disgusting?
"I'll be taking her as well, prince. It isn't as though you can appreciate her properly." The orc growls, and a collective gasp washes over the elves still cowering against the throne room walls. Your own eyes widen in surprise as you watch the broad expanse of his back as he guards you from your now ex-fiance.
Said ex-fiance puts a hand to his chest, offended and huffing in protest.
"You'll do no such thing! She is mine, no one else's! H-how dare you think you can waltz in here and just-!" The War Chief snaps his thick fingers together, and before you can even process it, two of his commanders step forward and grab your ex-fiance by his puny arms, keeping his delicate frame held in place as the orc chief reaches backwards and tugs you closer. You don't even try to fight him, letting him guide you to stand right before your ex, his own barrel chest at your back.
You don't even have a chance to look up at him over your shoulder before you feel those two massive hands suddenly on your chest, a whimper of delight leaving you as he pinches your nipples beneath the fabric. You bite your lower lip, embarrassed beyond belief as the monster behind you gropes you shamelessly with such a large audience.
You don't pull away.
You watch those hands as they move, dark green against the soft fabric of your gown, your tits - normally a fat handful for a human, are suddenly so small in comparison. You love it, you love watching such large fingers play with your smaller form like a personal toy just for him.
You ex-fiance hisses and jerks forward, clearly wanting to punch the orc manhandling you, but the soldiers holding him keep him in place. None of the remaining elves along the walls dare make a move, eyeing the other orcs with fearful gazes. You let your own eyes flutter closed, moaning softly when the hands playing with your chest move to massaging each breast, as if he's expecting milk to leak from the tips.
You like that idea…milk leaking from your chest as the massive warrior holding you against him drinks his fill…
You can feel the heavy length of his cock pressing against your back, so you wiggle your ass against him, encouraging his bold touches. He laughs, the rumbling vibrating through your much smaller form.
"I think, little princess-" he starts, his hands now gently tugging your gown off, "that your pathetic fiance is jealous." His words have you opening your eyes once more - you had forgotten you even had an audience, you were so lost in the wonderful feeling of warm large hands playing with you - and you look up at the orc in question. He simply jerks his chin in the direction of your ex-fiance.
The elf prince is glowering at the green hands currently pinching your nipples, now bare and on display for the whole room to see. You look down even further to see the obvious tent in his pants, a dark spot leaking through the fabric already.
All you can think of is how small it seems in comparison to the one you feel nestled against your ass cheeks.
Your disinterest must be obvious because the elf prince glares at the floor in shame as the War Chief laughs again.
"I think I understand now. Were you intimidated, tiny prince? Had a gorgeous future queen given to you on a silver platter, and felt so inadequate you thought the only option was to tear her down so she never realized how little you could offer her? Did you want to play with these-" his fingers pinch your nipples hard enough to make you whine, your ass wiggling back against him as you imagine the fat cock he has tearing you apart, "and hear these pretty noises yourself? How pathetic. Don't worry, I'll take good care of her from now on~" The Chief purrs in your ear, licking a wet stripe up the length of your tear stained cheek. You turn and angle your head up for him, begging for a kiss he's happy to return.
His tongue forces it's way past your lips as you moan shamelessly for him, sucking it delicately as you memorize his taste. You want to keep kissing him forever - the feel of those massive tusks framing your mouth as his hot breath huffs from his nose. What an absolute brute, you didn't think it was possible to be this turned on…
One of his hands moves down to your hips, gathering the skirt of your gown and lifting it up for you to hold. You do so without complaint, being rewarded with a nip to your lower lip. You can feel his hands grabbing the fabric of your chemise, and with one quick jerk the fabric is torn to shreds and off your body. You're now bare before everyone, but all you can think of is how good it feels to finally have a thick green finger rubbing circles against your engorged clit. You shudder and grind shamelessly against his hand, finally breaking away from his filthy kiss to moan openly. Thick strands of drool connect your lips to his, snapping under their own weight as you immediately lick up the length of one of those dangerous looking tusks.
You can hear the orcs watching you gasp in surprise at the action, eyebrows raising as they watch you perform such an intimate gesture. The War Chief is just as shocked, his hands frozen where they hold you, and your ex-fiance hisses insults in elvish.
"Pl-please keep me. Please don't throw me away…" You whisper against his tusk, pressing a loving kiss to the bone. The reaction you get is instantaneous, those large hands grabbing both your thighs and lifting them up, practically folding you in half and putting your leaking cunt and wet thighs right in front of your ex-fiance's face. For just a moment you see him try to lean closer, his tongue darting out to taste, as if hypnotized by the sight you make, before the orcs holding him notice and jerk him backwards. You don't pay him any mind, looking eagerly from the face of the orc chief to the hefty tent in his pants between your legs. He manages to maneuver one hand down to free himself, a quick jerk to the fur skirt and leather belts wrapped around his thick waist, before gripping his cock and slapping it against your drooling cunt.
"Spread that pretty pussy open for me sweetheart, and look me in the eye. Want to see what your pretty face looks like when you feel my cock for the first time." You do as he says, a shaking hand moving to your lips and holding them open, your hole winking as the fat head of his cock suddenly pushes against it. You look up at him, mouth open as you pant.
"There we go…Just like that, take it all little princess…" He rumbles, his chest vibrating with the force of how deep his lusty baritone is. You whine in response, trying in vain to jerk your hips down and force him further in, but his grip is unyielding and firm against you.
"Stop! Stop this instance! That's my fiance! You whore-!" The elf prince tries to scream, but a heavy hand from one of the orcs holding him clamps firmly over his mouth, keeping him quiet. All eyes are on you as the War Chief's dick slides against your dripping folds, finally popping past the tight ring of muscle of your much smaller pussy. The stretch has you keening, throwing your head back against the thick pectoral you're resting against as your hand moves from holding your pussy open to shamelessly rubbing your clit. Your orc gives a pleased murmur of praise at the sight, pressing a firm kiss to your temple as he watches you.
You simply let yourself feel, relaxing in his hold and letting him set the pace, his cock stretching you open and kissing your womb as you keen and whine for him. It feels so good, being spread open so shamelessly, taking his cock like you were made for it and having everyone see. You can feel yourself getting wetter, your pussy squeezing around him as you rub your twitching clit.
"C'mon, sweet princess, let it out for me, let me feel you cum on my cock like a good girl-" That's all it takes, you squeal and buck your hips as best you can as your orgasm washes over you, burying your face in the thick muscle of his neck as he holds you through it. He keeps up his steady, slow pace, his cock kissing your womb before sliding back out covered in your slick. Your toes curl as you shudder in his arms, letting the feeling wash over you.
Over the thrum of blood in your ears, you can hear the War Chief speak again, sounding distant and hazy.
"Make yourself comfortable in the town boys. I'll be here a while, before we head back with everything we can carry, and my new wife."
