Spring Fever
Pairing: Orc!Bucky x Bunny Hybrid!Reader
Summary: If you go out in the woods for the first day of spring, be careful who you run into
Count: 4k
Warnings: Mosnterfucking, Dubcon, Bondage, Aphrodisiac/Potion use, Manipulation
an. Happy Spring y'all! It's been forever since I've posted but the DND brain rot got me inspired... I also have something for Loki I hope to post soon.💚 Thank you all for reading and reblogging 🌳🌸🏹
Being a princess was every little girl’s dream. But if they knew the heavier side, they might dream twice. Yes, there were parties and fancy foods and lots of pretty things, but then were days like today.
When you’d awoken in your chambers that morning, the sunlight streaming in your window made you smile. Winter was finally releasing its grasp and giving way to spring. Your bunny nature was twitching to enjoy nature and all its wonder’s, but instead you were stuck inside with another stuffy tutor, not paying attention to another stuffy lesson. You weren’t even sure what this lesson was supposed to be about, something regarding how to greet a visiting noble.
“Princess, are you with us?” your tutor had to snap you back to reality. Your head was always more in the clouds than in your books. Part of your hybrid nature, your mother said. And something that would pass once you wed, your father explained. Talk had already begun about whom you’d marry; talk with everyone but you, that was. You nodded at your instructor, but your attention was drawn back to the forest. You had to break free.
You’d managed to sneak away from your lessons, hoping to find some flowers to press in your journal. But now you were lost. It was your own fault; you’d been chasing after a beautiful deer, hoping to get a quick sketch of it. But you’d only gotten yourself lost and worse alone, having snuck away with no royal guard or anyone knowing where you were headed. You tried to think and remember, but everything looked the same to you.
“Well, hello there, little bunny.” A deep voice spooked you and you whirled around to see …him.
You’d never seen an orc before. And you certainly didn’t imagine they could be…so handsome. Tall and broad like a great mountain, his skin had an olive tinge to it. He wore leather trousers and only a leather vest on top; revealing a chest covered in tribal tattoos and a necklace of beads and bones dripping from his neck. Your eyes lingered on his left arm because when you saw it, you were astonished to see it was made entirely of iron, but moved as if flesh and blood.
“Poor little thing lost in the woods,” his voiced purred. He reached out to stroked one of your ears, something no one had ever done before. And when he did it shot a jolt of excitement to your core.
Long chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a bun, no braids or beads to be seen. Something you’d heard about their culture. His face was more human in nature, with a stubbled chiseled jaw. But with great tusks protruding from his bottom lip and a smaller set from his upper; you were reminded of his true heritage. A great silver ring through his nose gleamed in the light of the day. You shivered, but chalked it up to the early spring chill, cursing yourself for forgetting your cloak.
“You…saw the deer?” You asked, not understanding his meaning. He chuckled, his shoulders shaking.
“Adorable. Yes, little one, I saw the stag. My hunt for the day.” He leaned in close and you were surprised to find instead of the foul stench the maids always gossiped about, he smelled of leather, and the woods themselves, with something soft underneath. Lavender? Your nose twitched and you were surprised at how gently the orc’s metal arm cupped your cheek, cooing at you softly. You should be fighting back, but your thighs pressed together.
“But I’ve just found myself a much better prize. A little princess wandering through orc territory…during mating season.”
Before you could react, the great orc threw you over his shoulder. You were stunned into silence and you tried to squirm or punch at him to get him to let you go. That was until his iron hand smacked you soundly on your ass. You’d been hit once or twice as a child but the feel of the metal on your flesh gave you pause. “Behave, little rabbit. I’ve got no problem turning you into my stew for the night.” His voice was teasing, but you couldn’t help be scared there was truth in his mockery.
He marched for some ways, quietly except for the occasional whistling. You were worried to say anymore, the rumors of what you heard happened to girls kidnapped by orcs swirling in your mind. But the way he’d treated you confused you; he told you he’d planned to mate with you. And rather than scaring you…it actually excited you. Even thinking back to the smack on your ass had you squirming.
“Twitchy little bunny, aren’t you?” the orc spoke. And you squeaked, realizing he’d been paying attention to you.
“N-no.” you denied, softly. He merely chuckled in response. When he finally brought you into the encampment you were, very surprised. You’d always thought orcs were a brutal, loner race who slept in the dirt, or so your parents told you.
Instead, you saw tents made from great animal pelts that were dyed or painted beautiful colors and designs; Some were not much smaller than a cottage in your kingdom’s village. And you looked around as small children ran back and forth, laughing and playing. But you also saw as the deeper into camp you were brought in, the more people were staring at you.
Eventually, you were lifted off the orc’s shoulders and came face to …well, much taller face, with another orc who had blonde hair braided in a strand with the sides of his head shaved and a scruffy beard. He was standing outside a tent that seemed the size of two put together.
“Well Bucky, I see you’ve found a little toy.” The blonde orc spoke.
“A little rabbit lost in the woods. Thought I’d bring her home and make her comfortable.” The one you now knew as Bucky said.
“She is rather cute.” The blonde orc commented, eyeing you and you really wished you were wearing your cloak. Your dress was modest, but your corsets were leaving you feeling very exposed.
“You’ve got your own mate Steve.” Bucky said, giving him what looked like a friendly shove. “Where is Sam anyways?”
“Out hunting. Good thing too, since our other chieftain seems to get distracted. Though I can’t blame you.” The way Steve eyed you made you feel as if you were standing stark naked before him. But you realized, he was probably imagining it. “If you’re ever interested in sharing, let me know.”
Bucky looked at Steve, then you and winked. Steve headed off and Bucky dragged you into the tent. The first thing you noticed was the warmth. A small fire burned in a pit, but the pit had a metal grate and a chimney leading up and out of the tent, like an outdoor fireplace.
“Keeps the cinders from flying away. You’d be surprised what can be accomplished with some iron.” The mention of iron drew your eyes back to his arm. You realized it was rude to stare a moment too late and looked back to his face to see his bright blue eyes watching you.
“I uhm. I was. Just. Curious.” Your voice was soft and timid, scared to upset the man holding you captive. But he didn’t seem to wish you harm…yet. He sat down on a log near the fire and patted his leg; you walked over timidly before slowly climbing into his lap. You balanced yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders and had only just gotten settled…when you felt Bucky’s fingers playing with your tail. You let out a squeak, making Bucky growl in his chest.
“Mmm, a curious little rabbit I’ve found, have I?” he mused. “I was born of a wood elf mother and an Orc Father. When I was younger, I saved our tribe from starvation one winter when I killed a great buck with only a stone knife. But I lost an arm. My mother, went to lord Stark of the Fae to plead for healing. When he learned how I lost the arm saving the tribe, he granted me this mechanical magic. I was given two names that day.” He spoke in orcish and explained it meant “The Winter Soldier. But everyone just calls me Bucky. Now I am an orc chieftain and you little rabbit, shall call me husband.”
His story tugged your heart strings. He had gone to great lengths to protect what was his. Far braver than your father, a king who barked orders at knights instead of doing things himself.
“You should be honored, little rabbit.” Bucky used is other hand to stroke one of your ears. “A princess like yourself, who wandered onto my lands, be thankful that a great chieftain like myself has chosen you. Rather than some sniveling, third cousin your human parents would’ve chosen for you.”
An orc's bride? You’d been told your whole life, that when you grew up your duty would be to produce and sire as many heirs as possible for your betrothed, a man whom you hadn’t met yet. Not the pleasure you’d been feeling that was soaking your panties.
“What…what does being your wife, entail?” you asked. Bucky’s face broke into a grin that both comforted and unnerved you.
“I’m so glad you asked, princess.” Without another word, he pulled you in for a deep kiss. Your logical brain told you to struggle and fight but the feeling of his arms wrapping around you killed those thoughts. He was so strong. But as you felt yourself being lifted up and carried towards the bed of furs you felt…secure, safe.
“Did your mother explain HOW you would preform your queenly duties?” Bucky asked, his mocking tome returned. You shook your head.
“My mother told me my nurses’ maids would explain it on my wedding night,” you said. You had a general idea of how it all worked, having read a few romance novels that left you feeling something between your legs, but not knowing how to relive those feelings.
“Good. Then I get to take my time with you. And learn exactly what makes my little bunny squirm.” With that he reached up and ripped at the front of your dress exposing your breasts. His fiendish gaze made you squeak and instinctually go to cover yourself. But before you could, Bucky had gathered your wrists together and tied them tight with a leather chord.
“My poor little bunny. You should get used to being exposed before your new husband. You’ll only wear clothes outside of my tent and I tell you that will be a very rare occurrence.” While he pulled your dress off more with his metal hand, his flesh one tweaked and pulled one of your nipples. The other was under assault from his lips and tongue. It was strange new…and exciting. Every ministration had you pushing your body up into his. Like he was a bard and you his instrument.
“Such pretty noises you make, princess. I wonder how soaked you are between your legs.” His hands switched places and the cold iron of his hand only added to the intensity but you were suddenly aware of his other hand between your legs. Fondling your womanhood with a surprisingly gentile touch. “Just as I thought. Absolutely soaked. But just to be sure.” Bucky’s face left your chest, leaving a trail of kisses down your body, over your belly and down between your legs
“What…what are you doing…?” You asked, genuinely confused
“Oh, little bunny… I am going to show you pleasure you prudish humans are too scared to give one another.” Before you could ask what he meant you felt his tongue lick a long stripe up your pussy and encircled your clit.
“This, my little bunny, will be the focus of all your pleasure.” His tongue flicked your clit a few times, making you moan more than the whores you’d caught the guards with once or twice. Your moans were genuine, passionate; having no idea your body could feel this level of pleasure.
Bucky’s arms wrapped around your thighs and every now and then he would take a break from slurping your cunt to place kisses and scrape his tusks against your thighs. “My cute little chubby bunny. Can’t waiting to have these thighs wrapped around my head. Gunna have you sitting on my face whenever I want.” His promises were driving you wild just as much as feeling his tongue licking and sucking all over your pussy.
He was feasting on you as if he was a starving man and you were a banquet. His iron hand kept fondling your breast, squeezing it and rolling the nipple between his fingers. Every now and then he’d give a harsh pinch and tug, making you moan and press your hips against his face. The pain mixing with the pleasure in a cocktail of ecstasy. And it was all building towards something.
“Bucky…” you panted out… “I feel…” But just as whatever you thought was happening happened, Bucky pulled his face away, a drop of your juices running down one of his tusks you licked your lips at the thought of licking it off. “Hang on princess, I have something that’ll make you feel even better.”
Bucky stood up from his position and went over to an old leather trunk, pulling out a small jar. Before he rejoined you in bed, he shed himself of the leather trousers and your jaw dropped at the cock between his legs, jutting up proudly to his rounded, stout belly. You’d seen a few in paintings and tapestries but this… “You’re so…big,” you gasped.
“Don’t worry, bunny. This’ll make sure I can fit my fat orc cock in your little bunny cunt.”
As he stepped closer, you could see jar contained a pink substance; something Bucky dipped his fingers in and suddenly was rubbing in circles around your already sensitive nipples. At first it felt cool, but as the moments passed, you felt a warming starting to engulf you. Spreading from your breasts through your whole body.
And it only got. More intense as Bucky pushed two fingers in to you. The warmness started to turn into a need, a carnal desire. Bucky’s fingers were so large it took a moment to adjust but when he did, it felt amazing. “That’s a good little bunny.” He praised, which only made your tail twitch as you squeezed your thighs together, trying to get some relief for your poor clit.
“Please. Bucky. I need…” you panted.
“You need…” Bucky climbed back on the bed kneeling between your legs. He leaned down; his face so close to yours you could practically feels his words on your lips. “Tell your husband what you need, little bunny. Do you need to be my little bunny slut? To have your cunt filled over and over again by my thick orc cock?” His words drive you even crazier with want and desire. Feelings you’d never experienced and now they were in overdrive.
“Yes…please….”
Without another word Bucky pulled away his fingers before pushing his cock deep within you, making you scream as your toes curled and you were sure you were being split in half. He gave you a moment to adjust before he started a slow pace. His metal hand went between your legs and fondled your clit. His flesh hand was pressed into the mattress near your head as he kissed a trail between your breasts up to your ear.
“Gunna give me lots of little babies? With your ears and my good looks the whole tribe is going to fawn all over them…” Everything your parents ever told you meant his words should scare you; carrying his children? But instead, the way he spoke only made you…giggle? Yes, you were smiling at the idea of yours and his kids. “Yes, Bucky.”
“Such a cute little bunny…” Bucky purred, reaching down to hoist one of your legs up further, driving his cock further into you. You’d already been denied one climax, your second was approaching fast.
“Bucky please…” you choked out.
“That’s it, little bunny. Scream for me. Scream so the whole camp knows how good the chieftain fucks his little wife.” His pace became harder, fucking into you with wild abandon. “Cum for me, little bunny.” And you did, hard. Your climaxing crashing over you in waves of ecstasy as you screamed and moaned at the feeling. Above you, bucky stilled and you moaned more at the feeling of Bucky cumming in you, feeling it leak past you and dripping out of your pussy.
“Messy little bunny.” Bucky teased and your face heated up. Your breath hitched at the sight of Bucky pulling a dagger out from under the bed. “Relax, little bunny. I would not damage my bride.” Instead, he cut the leather cord binding your wrists. “At least not without taking care of her afterwards.” He pulled a large pelt up around you both, and it was there in his warm embrace you fell asleep, his cock still buried in you.
You’d always thought of sex as a chore, a duty to continue a bloodline. True, you knew couples to be affectionate and love each other. But the way Bucky made you feel mixing ravenous passion with just a dash of pain made you shiver with excitement. But you knew nothing about orcs.
When you awoke, you were surprised to find yourself alone. A lit fire made the place surprisingly warm, and a comfortable moan turned into a wince you looked down to see bruises littering your neck and shoulders. That would explain how sore you were. And you were sure there were more bruises to be found. Between your legs was especially tender, but you didn’t feel bad. In fact, you felt great. And even more so, you felt free. You laid there, listening to the crackle of fire and the sound of the breeze outside tent and smiled.
He didn’t seem aggressive but you knew nothing about being a …what had he called it. Chieftain’s wife? Surely it was like being a queen and you could do that. You had been in training, after all. And one of the main reasons you hated lessons was that your ideas were always shot down, called too flighty or gods forbid, empathetic.
“Well now. The Chieftain’s Wife.” You looked up and saw… a human woman? A redhead wearing a purple tunic and black pants. Her hair was plated into a single long braid, with beautiful silver beads braided in. She had two daggers around her thigh; the sight of which made you freed but she held up her hands “Relax, princess.” You sat up, only to squeak in realization you were totally naked, quickly covering yourself with the top pelt.
“How…how do you know who I am?”
“My name’s Natasha. I applied to be a member of the royal guard. But got rejected cause I’m a woman. I left the kingdom and wound up here. Sam, our second chief was impressed by my skills and allowed me to join his tribe. I even found my own mate. The local healer, Bruce.”
“What are they like?” you asked.
“I’ll be honest, little brutish. Though you've probably figured that out.” Her words made you smile. “But they have a respect for nature and live more in harmony with it than our kingdom ever could. I found a freedom here I never thought possible.” You pondered her words. Freedom. Something you never thought you’d have a chance at. Every moment of your life planned out for you, including the betrothed husband Bucky had taunted you with. Bucky...
“What is the chief like?”
“Smart. He handles a lot of the strategic moves. That’s why he chose you for his mate
“But, my parents…”
“He’s aware. Which is why I’m here. I’ve come to escort you home, if you choose.“
“I think you would be a great Chieftain’s Wife. I was friends with some of the guards and they’d sometimes mention how sad the princess looked. How your ideas were often rejected or ignored because a queen is beautiful but silent. Not here. If you speak your mind to Bucky; I promise, he will listen. He already talks about how beautiful you are.” That thought made you smile.
You thought for a moment. “And if I stay?” You asked.
“Would you teach me how to shoot a bow and arrow?
“Of course. In fact, my lover Clint…”
“Wait. I thought Bruce was your husband?” You asked.
“He is but the orcs are rather…generous in their love.” A slight blush made Natasha’s cheeks turn as red as her hair. “It’ll be between you and Bucky to discuss but there’s been quite a gossip around you, bunny.” The little wink she gave you made you feel even warmer. “And if you ever need someone to talk to, Bucky has also asked I be your security.
“I appreciate that. Thank you, Natasha” She gave you a polite nod and left. A few more minutes later, Bucky came in, shirtless but in trousers. And you noticed his hair was still in the same bun, but now some of his hair braided on his left side two beads, one silver, one red.
“My cute little bunny. How are you feeling?”
“Sore.” This time, it sounded like you were teasing him.
“I'd say I was sorry, but it’d be a lie. I can try to be gentler next time, but I don’t think that’s what you want. You bit your lip at the thought.
“No, I don’t think so.” You admitted quietly. Bucky smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I have something for you.” He reached for your hand you gave it freely. Bucky opened his own hand to reveal a beautiful gold ring to match the one around his tusk. In his hand was also a silver bead, with a tiny wolf carved into it.
“It’s beautiful, Bucky.” You said.
“Not nearly as beautiful as you, my little bunny.” he smiled, stroking your ear. But one question still lingered I your mind. “What was that pink stuff, Bucky?”
“A powerful aphrodisiac” he explained. “Makes you feel amazing and I knew your tiny body would need a little helping taking my cock. Just a little lubricant. Amazing how people can ignore the simplest things that would fix their problems.” His words had you squirming again. He leaned into kiss you, kicking off round 2.
But what Bucky didn’t tell you, was how the lubricant would bond your hearts together. You and Bucky were connected. And if your parents tried to take you away from him, it would kill you. Even offering to take you home had just been illusion; you’d never leave him. But what it did matter, you got your freedom and he had a cute little bunny to play with. And Natasha had been all to willing to help, taking revenge on the king and queen.
**3 MONTHS LATER**
Your mother paced nervously back and forth. They’d received your letter and your father had immediately wanted to mount an army, but your mother had managed to convince him to hold off, suggesting instead to write a return letter, wanting to see you first. They had received a response, stating you would return to see them…with your husband.
When you entered the throne room, your mother finally sat in shock. One side of your head had been shaved, with part of your remaining hair in a braid that matched the great orc’s you held hands with. When you lived in the palace, your mother forced you into more “feminine” colors, pinks and purple, but now you a dress of greens, browns. Far more fitting to camouflage in the woods. You carried a bow on your back and tribal tattoos winded down your arm; coming to a shape at your wrist that when your parents looked to your hands, they saw a matching on the orc’s flesh arm.
No longer were you the princess of their kingdom. But the chieftain’s wife of a great orc tribe. You were wild. You were free.
