~ This is my first time posting something I've written, but it is also practically purely smut so enjoy! Also this is only Part 1, since it got so long!
Your father the King of Direwood has always been distant and cruel to anyone other than humans, especially orcs, so when he announced to the court of your arranged marriage to Thrall the Orc King who ruled over a rival kingdom across the ocean. After your mother died you knew your father would marry you off soon, but this was so sudden. You feared for yourself and your future as you thought about the stories you had heard of orcs, they were savage and violent creatures. You would miss your home, the gardens, the nice servants who you taught to read, the books you couldn't pack with you. Despite your nerves you were eventually all packed up and on your way to his castle. When you arrived the torches along the walls were lit as night had fallen, and there were many orc guards surrounding the large castle which made you nervous as you felt their stares on you like heavy weight. You walked through the halls being led by the orc who has the King's right hand, he didn't say much and you were too nervous to care. You felt small and vulnerable around such strong creatures, and you knew the king would only be taller and stronger than all of them. You noticed the tall dark oak doors ahead of you as they swung open, revealing a dark but warm throne room. You walked in to meet your husband-to-be, you looked forward with as much strength as you could muster. That's when you saw him, his green skin exposed with only some armor on his shoulders concealing his chest slightly. His long dark black hair decorated with braids with bones as charms. His mouth held tusks that poked over his lip to touch his top lip, you eyes were stuck on his mouth intrigued by his tusks. Your eyes fluttered between his handsome face, long hair, strong body and hands, and the armor he dressed in with furs layered on his throne. Quickly your eyes met his in an intense gaze, you turned your eyes to the floor as you continued to walk forward to him.
You come to a stop in front of him, as the other orc who led you inside walks to shut the doors and you and the King are left alone. Thrall steps from his throne and in a few quick strides is in front of you close enough that you can feel his breath, but he has not touched you yet. Your eyes close as you take in the earthy warm scent of him, "Look at me." Thrall's rough voice is a low rumble which sends a vibration through you, and you look up to meet his golden eyes. Thrall loomed over you, his massive frame caging you in blocking you from the light of the torches behind him. His thumb traces over your lip, pulling it lightly before he pulled away gently. His gentleness was surprising, but not as much as the look in his eyes which made you almost dizzy because you didn't feel or see the monster you thought you should fear. Instead you saw a hunger you have never seen before. He walks to the side of you to look at you, you feel your face get warmer as heat pools in your stomach. You follow his body movements with a nervous but excited gaze, he is much more handsome than you had imagined and his actions were making you feel in ways you hadn't before. "You're such a little thing", he spoke gruffly his voice, "Such a pretty little thing." You were having a hard time standing still, you were buzzing from his intense intimate gaze like he was sizing you up. You tried to look anywhere but him, but the feeling of his eyes all over you became too much and when you saw his eyes you knew then that he was thinking unsavory things about you. You blushed, hard as your eyelids fluttered but your eyes couldn't look away from him. He walked back in front of you, you were too anxious to speak. You weren't afraid of him, no, instead you were feeling things you couldn't have imagined feeling. You had a few crushes growing up, but this moment and the tension in the air was electric, you felt it in your bones. He invaded the space in front of you again, this time his fingers grazed over your cheeks feeling your soft skin. You felt his large calloused fingers as they stroked a path along your jawline, a soft gasp and breath broke through parting your lips. "So soft. They wrapped you up in a beautiful dress like a present for me.", he groaned almost growling as if to control himself. He was close enough to smell more of his earthy, smoky, masculine musky scent, you felt his warm breath against your bare neck and side of your face, his hand now in your hair holding you close to him. He growled a low whisper in your ear, "Did they tell you to fear me? To fear the things I would do to you?" He pulled away slightly, his face hovering above yours studying your features. You gasped as you heard his words, not out of fear but something else. Something that ignited a fire in your nerves. You nodded softly, the intensity of his presence striking you to your core and his scent making you dizzy. He chuckled darkly, his lips curled and you could see his tusks more closely now and his orcish features intrigued you.
"I don't wish to break you...break this perfection," he said his warm large hand now holding your small one as he leaned back to look you up and down, "I only want to claim it." His last words were so sharp and final, a deep growl rumbling through his chest you felt it in your own chest as your heart beat like a drum. With a hand holding your gently his other hand moved your hair from your shoulder to stroke your bare neck. He traced your pulse to the base of your throat, as if he felt it thump under your skin enthusiastically. "I am going to worship you." he said his deep voice sending heat to pool in your belly again.
The events that occurred in the cold and formal throne room was hours ago now. The wedding ceremony was a blur of orcish traditions which you were unfamiliar with, and your nerves kept you quiet as you participated in guttural chanting in orcish and faced the stern orcish elders. Thrall watched you the entire time, through the entire ceremony with desire. His gaze carried a physical weight, a possessiveness that stripped away every layer of finery and pretense making you feel naked before him. He had taken your hand to seal the pact, his hand engulfed yours and your mind fluttered to the moments from before. Despite his strength his touch was warm and gentle, his nostrils flared as if he smelled the sudden thrill which shot through you at the thought of his power and size over you.
Now you were alone with him in his private chambers, that fire in your nerves had almost become unbearable. You followed him into the room and when he shut the door his hand quickly found the small of your back pressing you into him. Shocked, you gasped and as your lips parted he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. It was not what you expected, his lips were soft...yet again he wasn't what you had expected. His touch was sure but a question, a tender exploration. His lips moved with patience which concealed his brutish appearance. His rough stubble scraped at your delicate skin, the friction making you gasp in pleasure. He took this to his advantage and his tongue swept into your mouth, his tusks lightly grazing against your lips. Your tongues met in a passionate dance, his is commanding and tastes of spiced wine. I am kissing an orc. The thought should have horrified you, instead your knees went weak. A small, desperate sound vibrated in your throat as your hands, of their own volition, moved up to rest on his chest. The solid muscle was like living rock, and you could feel the powerful beat of his heart. He groaned, the sound was animalistic as his kiss changed, The tenderness had burned away, and was replaced by a raging urgency. Both of his arms now held you, one still pressed into the small of your back his large muscles caging you against him. His large hand splayed across your whole back, your body now flush against his hard one as his other hand tangles in your hair. You were melting, your shyness incinerated by the force of his desire. You were giving in, your body going limp and pliant in his strong overwhelming embrace.
He broke the kiss, only a moment both of you breathing raggedly. His golden eyes were blazing, like an eternal flame. "Do you see what you do to me, my queen? Do you feel it?" he growled, grabbing your hands and pressing it against his formidable bulge straining against his trousers. The size of him made you gasp, "This is all for you my sweet little human." Your eyes widen at his forwardness, he enjoyed your reaction growling against your ear as he kissed your neck feverishly allowing his tusks to crape against you as his chest rumbled. You moaned and gasped as you felt his need and desire in his trousers and in his kisses, he smelled you and caught whiffs of your shampoo, your perfume, and your skin. "You smell like sweet wine, I can't wait to drink you." His voice was deep, a commanding rasp as he rubbed his body against you and you felt his cock stir, this sent a shockwave of lust to your core. Your cunt clenched around nothing, aching and so wet. You could feel the slickness soaking through your thin wedding underclothes. "I am going to take you to my bed," he whispered, his lips against your ear again his hot breath making you shudder. "I am going to peel the silk from your lush body. I am going to spread your soft thigh and taste your sweet cunt." Every words was a deep low growl, making you ache for him more. "I want to hear you scream my name while my tongue fucks that tight hole." Oh, gods. He began to remove your outer layer of clothes, in haste you joined him lustfully. You were panting, your head spinning. His filthy words were like a spell, weakening your resolve and setting your blood on fire. He didn't wait for an answer, in one swift motion he lifted you as though you weighed nothing and carried you to a massive bed covered in soft furs. He laid you down with reverence, his eyes devouring you as he stood at the foot of the bed. "My beautiful queen," he said his voice thick with intent as he pulled at your final under garments. "You were made for me, made to bear my seed. I am going to fill out so deep that you are completely full of me." His declaration was so primal, unlike anything you had ever heard spoken to you before. The effects of what you were about to do was life altering, which would have filled you with dread but instead you felt more arousal at your folds. The thought of him, of being claimed thoroughly unlocked a deep part of you that you never knew existed.
He tore his armor and clothing off, revealing his chest which looked sculpted from pure power. Then his trousers were gone, and his cock sprang free. It was as formidable as the rest of him, thick and long, jutting proudly from a thatch of coarse black hair. He climbed onto the bed and crawled over you, like a predator claiming his prize. he kissed you again, a deep soul-searing kiss, as his hands found your breasts. His palms were rough and calloused, but his touch was deliberate, kneading your soft flesh, his thumbs circling your nipples until they were hard, and aching. "So perfect." he grunted against your mouth. He moved down your body, his mouth leaving a trail of fire. He took a nipple into his mouth, he sucked hard his tongue lashing at your sensitive peak. You cried out, your back arching off the bed, offering yourself to him without a second thought. He lavished your breasts with attention, biting and sucking until you were mindless with need, writhing beneath him. He continued his journey south, his rough large hands pushing your thighs apart. You were exposed, completely open to him. The cool air hit your wetness, and you flinched but his grip on your thighs was firm. "Look at me, watch me taste what is mine." His fiery golden eyes locked with yours, you couldn't look away as you watched his head lower between your thighs. His eyes never left you either, not even as his tongue licked a long and slow stripe through your soaked folds. A loud moan was pulled from deep inside of you, the sensation was too much and too intense as something you had never felt before. He gripped your hips, holding you down and still as he feasted on you. He lapped at your clit, circling it, then sucking it gently between his lips. He drove his tongue inside of you, fucking you with it, the feeling sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body. You moaned and gasped uncontrollably as he groaned and growled into you, "You taste like honey and sin." His voice was muffled against your flesh, but he growled again. "I am going to eat this cunt every fucking night." He dipped his head and tongue back down to feast on you, his tusks rubbing against your wet lips and thighs. You were babbling, pleading with him, your fingers tangled in his black hair. "Please... Thrall... please..." "Please what, my queen?" he asked, lifting his head. His chin glistening with your arousal, a teasingly playful dark look on his face. "I need... I need you inside me. Now." The coil in your stomach had tightened and tightened, it was unbearable. A savage grin spread across his face, he moved up your body and aligned his massive cock with your dripping entrance. Your hand moved up to caress his face and scratch the stubble on his jaw, your mouth agape with breathless gasps as you felt his blunt wide head pressed against you. "This is going to stretch your tiny little cunt, my sweet princess," he warned, his eyes locked on yours with intensity. "You're going to take every inch of my fucking cock. You're going to scream for me"
