The Orc and His Bride

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Brull turned to the elven woman beside him and smiled. "I'm pretty sure I can handle it."

"Have you ever done anything like this before?" asked Narin. Her voice hid none of her skepticism as she lifted an eyebrow at the Orc Chief's nonchalance.

He shrugged. "How bad could it be? If someone as small as you can handle it, then I'm sure I'll be fine."

Brull tried not to laugh at his wife's expression. The poor dear possessed a caring heart, but at the same time, she was a bit overprotective. He was used to it by now, but it still caused him to chuckle every time.

Naris was easily less than half his size, standing at a mere five-foot-two and weighing what felt to him like less than a yearling deer. Her delicate features and slender frame were an unusual spectacle among the rest of the clan, but she was not one to be easily deterred. She had proven that when he first met her. Not often did a full-blooded orc have the opportunity to have his nose broken, and mended, by a startled she-elf.

He loved the way she blushed every time he told that story. It hadn't been his intention to frighten her, but he had to admit her reaction made quite the first impression. So much so, that nothing stopped him from making return visits to see her.

After so much conflict between elf and orc-kind, he hadn't expected to befriend the young woman. Brull definitely hadn't expected to marry her. Never in all his wildest dreams would he have thought her family would agree to let their only daughter marry an orc. But they had, and Brull was blessed with two beautiful half-orc, half-elf sons to head his family, and the most gorgeous wife who engaged in the wildest sex he had ever known.

"Alright, Master Brull Beast Mauler, have it your way." He watched as his tiny wife slid off the bed and collected some items from a small trunk. In her hands, she carried a vial of oil, a leather waistband with a series of buckles and straps, a chest harness, and a smooth, carven wooden phallus.

She tossed him the chest harness, which he gladly put on. The straps fitted under his muscular chest, squeezing and lifting the pillowy pectorals in an alluring display. Brull had the harness made after he saw how Narin bit her lip when he wore his armor. There had been too much to remove when they tried rutting with it all on. Besides, what she truly admired was the chest piece.

Thinking about the way her soft fingers felt when she brushed them over his muscles made his cock throb. He could almost feel her tongue on his nipple, biting down on the ring and tugging it with her teeth. Fuck, he loved his wife.

"Excited, are we?" she giggled as she noticed the effort his trousers were putting in to contain his erection.

Brull stepped behind her and brushed away the long dark hair to kiss her neck. "How could I not be? My wonderful wife is promising to treat me to something amazing."

His hand slid up her thigh, pushing the hem of her skirt up to expose her sex. One of his fingers, which would put a human pecker to shame, slid along her slit. She was just as aroused as he.

A delicate hand smacked his chest. Narin gave him a reproving look which quickly curled into an amused smirk. "Stop it! If you start with me, we'll never get to this. Now, you've taken care of everything?"

Brull backed away with his hands raised. "Clean as a piper's whistle, love. Just as you asked."

"Good." Narin undressed and set to work putting harness and phallus into place. This would be the first time the toy would be used on someone other than her, and the anticipation was evident by the rosey color on her cheeks. "Remove those and... uh... I suppose-- Ancestors, how are we supposed to do this?"

She eyed him, taking in his seven-and-a-half-foot form with a calculating expression.

Brull removed his trousers, grateful to let his cock come free from the confining leather. Even as hard as he was, the fleshy organ hung heavy between his thighs and throbbed with need. "How's about I lay out on my stomach to start?"

He smiled gently at her nervous expression. Stepping closer, he tipped her head up by her chin and kissed her. "Just take your time, love. We got all night, and I'm all yours."

By the Great Warlords, he loved how her eyes sparkled when she smiled. Narin trusted his every word, making him feel like the luckiest orc in the world.

Narin nodded then gestured to the bed. "Just... tell me if I do something wrong?"

"I promise," he said. Brull lay down on his stomach, sinking into the soft furs and blankets. His groin ached as it settled against the bed, but it was a good ache, a feeling of readiness.

He felt her climb up behind him as he spread his legs. She kissed him lightly on the small of his back and let her fingers trail down his spine. Brull shivered with pleasure as she explored his back. He could feel her trailing along the various tattoos and battlescars. The softness of her fingers always gave him goosebumps. Now he arched his hips toward her with anticipation.

There was no missing the nervous trembling in her fingers as she moved her caresses to his buttocks. "Last chance to back out," she whispered as she uncorked the vial.

Brull shook his head. "Go easy on me," he said with a smirk. "I'm a virgin."

He laughed as she smacked his ass and then poured the contents of the vial on his puckered asshole. He couldn't help the slight jump as the cold oil made contact with his sensitive skin. Then he felt Narin's slender fingers begin to rub the oil into his hole. It felt strange at first. Brull hadn't expected it to feel so good. The skin was so sensitive- it twitched and quivered as her fingers rubbed the oil in.

"Doing well so far?"

Brull nodded and rested his forehead against his arms. "Keep going."

As one finger continued to tease his hole, another trailed down the valley between crack and ballsack. Brull felt his balls tighten as his wife made contact with the soft skin. He loved it when she played with his balls. Maybe it was talent, maybe it was elf magic, but whatever the reason, Narin sent him over the edge every time.

"I'm putting one in," she said, and Brull felt his body tense up involuntarily.

The sensation of her finger sliding into him was... strange. Hard to describe. However, it was not unpleasant. The slender digit felt smooth as it glided in and out of his hole, and as she continued to play with him, he began to relax. He began to breathe harder as she pressed her finger along his inner walls.

"Are you ready for another?"

Brull nodded, and she did it. The second finger slid in, and he released a groan of pleasure. The stretch and the pressure of her fingers worked him over in a way he had never experienced. While she didn't go in deep, where she was able to touch made him squirm and angle his hips for more.

Narin was so gentle with him. She had a way of handling him that strangely made him feel delicate. A third digit entered him briefly before she withdrew. He groaned in protest before he felt something hard align with his hole.

"I'm going to try my best, but I'm not sure this is the best angle." Narin braced her arms on either side of his hips and leaned in.

He took a deep breath and smiled. "You'll be fine. I have faith in you."

"One of us has to," she replied with a grin. She gave no chance to respond and slid the phallus inside him.

Brull forced himself to relax and breathe deeply. He knew that if he tensed then this would hurt. At first, all he felt was a strange discomfort, then as more of the wooden device eased inside his ass, he began to feel a gentle stretching. A deep groan escaped his lips as the phallus pressed against something inside him.

Narin stopped. "Are you alright?"

Brull tried his best to hide his irritation. "Yes. Yes, my Sunfire, I'm alright. It feels strange, is all. You can continue."

"You're sure?"

"Your gentle heart causes you to worry too much," he replied carefully. "I ain't fragile."

He hoped she'd be able to overcome the uncertainty. His Narin was a strong woman when she needed to be, but when it came to bedroom activities, she was much more hesitant.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then he felt her take hold of his hips and pull him closer. The phallus eased deeper inside him, sliding along the untouched canal at a slow, steady pace. It brushed against a spot somewhere near his entrance that made his cock twitch.

Brull pushed his hips back to meet hers. She leaned forward over his back again and picked up the pace. Brull began to pant as the device slid over that spot in his body again and again. It still felt strange, but the more his wife kept at it, the better it felt. He could feel her thighs slapping against his, felt her fingers dig into the meaty muscle of his hips to add power to her thrusts.

When she suddenly stopped, the orc chief was left gasping for breath. "Why did you stop?" he managed to ask.

"Turn over on your back." She sounded just as breathless as he.

He did as he was told. When he saw his wife again, a rosy flush had spread across her cheeks and her eyes gleamed with desire. No time was wasted as she settled herself between his legs once more and pushed the phallus back inside him.

Now thoroughly coated with lubricant, the device entered him with ease. Narin placed one hand on his thigh while the other took hold of the harness on his chest. It was a bit of a reach for her, but Brull didn't hesitate to assist by propping himself on his elbows. With this hold, his little wife used the leverage to drive the phallus in deeper with strong thrusts.

Brull openly moaned in pleasure while keeping eye contact with Narin. He wanted her to touch his cock. Her hand was tantalizingly close. The head fully escaped the confines of his foreskin and leaked onto his belly. He could feel the heavy shaft bounce against his skin, and his balls brush against her belly with each thrust.

"You like this?" she asked, still holding his gaze.

Brull nodded. "Yes, Sunfire. I like it."

Something in her expression changed. "You want me to keep doing this?"

He groaned and nodded again. "Yes, it feels so fuckin' good."

Narin's eyes glanced down to his shaft, then back to his face. "Do you want me to take care of that for you?" Her hand teased the sensitive inner flesh of his thigh.

"Warlords before and after," he cursed under his breath. His beautiful wife was killing him. This new side of her already had him on the verge of climax. "Please, Narin."

She smirked in a way that made his balls tingle. Her hips slowed to an agonizing crawl, and her fingers just grazed his sack. "What if I stopped right now and told you to finish inside me?"

He responded with his most vicious, orcish snarl. "I'd pump your belly full of as many orcs as you could handle and then spill the rest over your face."

"Fuck."

This was the first time he had ever heard her swear. Narin provided no chance for him to process that information, as she flung herself onto him. She pushed her hips as close to his as she could. Keeping herself balanced with one hand on the bed, she used the other to stroke his cock.

Brull nearly snapped his neck as he threw it back in pleasure. She was on him in a way he had never experienced before, her tongue sliding across his nipple, teeth biting down on his skin. Her hand worked magic on his shaft, stroking him until his thighs trembled and his breath came in shallow pants. All the while, her hips kept the phallus in motion, the friction pressing against that sensitive place inside him that made his balls tighten.

"Narin! Beloved-- augh, fuck!" She reduced him to begging. No one had ever done that to him before. Brull wasn't sure how to handle this, but there was nothing he could do to stop what was coming.

The orgasm rushed through his body like lightning. Starting from his rectum and racing to his balls to release in a fountain of cum across both of their chests. She clutched him tightly, continuing to stroke him until every last drop of his seed had been expelled.

Brull fell back onto the bed, his body a quivering mess. His mind was a blur, he panted for air, his heart racing. He was in a state of bliss that had before been unknown.

The phallus slid from his body. The sensation caused his cock to twitch again, though his body was too drained to start again so soon. His wife flopped against his side, her body still shaking from the aftershock.

Pulling her close, he asked, "Did you finish?"

She surprised him with a nod. "I came shortly after you did."

"Without being touched?"

Narin shrugged and offered a sheepish grin. "It's a first for me. I didn't think such a thing was possible."

"Well," he said with a smile, "you better recover quickly, wife. Because after that performance, I plan on making good on what I said earlier."

Narin chuckled. Then she grabbed him by the chest strap and pulled him on top of her. He kissed her deeply, getting a taste of her and his seed on her lips. She moaned softly as he started massaging her breast.

"I was hoping you'd say that," she whispered.