The Prince and the Orc Queen Ch. 02

Off in the distance came the echoing sounds of aggressive lovemaking. That in of itself wasn't altogether unusual as of late, but it was the horrible familiarity of the voices involved that made his blood run cold. His first instinct was to run away and pretend that he'd never heard them, but some sick part of him wanted to move closer, had to see for himself what he was listening to. Perhaps it was to give himself some form of closure, to prove that it was really over. Whatever the reason he soon found himself slowly creeping forward. He followed the sickening sounds down a side passage and out into the castle grounds where he hid behind some shrubbery to move closer.

"Aw fuck yeah mamma! Smash my tight human pussy!" Delilah shrieked, making Peter wince as he felt pieces of his heart break off and fall away like petals from a rose.

"Ha! Not so tight now though is it bitch?" Mugg-Ran grunted at her.

Despite his better judgment Peter peeked over the top of the hedge and did he best not to cry out in pain and shock. Delilah, wearing nothing but a thick leather collar, was lying on her back on a flat top stone bench with Mugg-Ran standing between her legs with a foot on either side of the bench. Delilah's dainty hands clasped desperately to the sides of the bench as her Orc lover lifted her up by the hips and repeatedly slammed her over sized cock into her pussy. The angry green organ throbbed with power as it dove inside her, pushing out what seemed like gallons of sexual fluids which splattered loudly onto the bench. Peter had never seen her produce that much girl cum before. Every time their hips met a tidal wave of ejaculate was forced out from between them, and every time they pulled apart numerous thick strings of goo bridged the gap. Sweat streamed down both their bodies making them shine all over in the evening light.

Tears ran hotly down Peters face as he watched the brutal Orc make his one true love cum harder than he ever could. Even up until that moment he still hadn't truly excepted that it was over between him and Delilah, he had tried to seek her out over the past days to try to speak with her. He thought maybe she had just been overwhelmed in the gardens and that she would come to her senses again. Every time he found her though, she was with Mugg-Ran. The two had become inseparable as far as he could tell and he had been unable to get Delilah alone, he couldn't bear to face the Orc captain again after the humiliation he had endured. He had tried to convince himself that if he could just speak to her, he could make her see reason again and come back to him. Now though, seeing the Orc stretching out her cunt to inhuman standards and hearing her moans of ecstasy as she begged for more, he knew he had lost her.

"Yeah you like my green dick!" Mugg-Ran shouted in a throaty voice at her face. "Tell mamma how much you love that fat Orc dick!"

"I fucking live for big green Orc dicks mamma! I love them! I'm a fucking Orc slut!" She immediately shot back.

"That's fucking right!" Mugg-Ran took one hand from Delilah's hips to reach up and maul her already bruised tits. "You're just a goddamn whore aren't you? Yeah, you're my whore aren't you?"

"Yes! I'm a filthy whore piece of trash"

"You're nothing slut! Just my dumb fucking whore to do what I want to! I could fucking kill you and nobody would give a fuck! I could make you eat my shit if I wanted"

Delilah violently convulsed and moaned deep in her throat as she shot out a geyser of cum all over the Orc, seemingly cumming just from thinking of the idea.

It was all too much for Peter to watch, he had to get out of there before he vomited. With his vision blurred from the tears he turned back the way he'd came and scurried away from the horrific scene. No matter how far he ran the grunts and squelching sounds from the pair seemed to follow in his wake, continuing to traumatize him. Eventually he held his hands over his ears to try and keep from hearing them, but still in his mind they tormented him. He just wanted it all to go away. He wanted to throw himself onto his bed, hide beneath the covers and disappeared forever.

Peter ran all the way back to his quarters doing his best to avoid running into anyone on the way, lest they see him in such an undignified state. By the time he had climbed back up his tower and entered his chambers he had managed to calm himself down some, though the occasional sniffle or whimper still escaped him. Truly everything had been taken from him, he thought. As he fitfully paced in his room he tried to reassure himself that at least things couldn't get any worse today. In fact he practically dared god to try and create a more miserable day. Go on, he thought, what else can you throw at me?

In answer to his silent challenge he suddenly heard what sounded like a splash of water disturbingly nearby. He turned to look at the small door in the side of the room that led to his private wash room and saw that it was slightly ajar, something he had failed to notice when he had entered. Feeling sure that it was closed when he left earlier today he approached it quizzically. As he got near he could hear yet more splashing and gurgling noises from the other side. Who would possible be in his private wash room? No one was allowed in his rooms without his express permission. He knew he should be angry that someone had decided to violate his privacy like this, but more than anything he was simply curious as to who would be so bold to waltz into someone else's washroom and start bathing. Certainly it wasn't any of the castle staff, they would surely know better. Would it turn out to be one of the Orcs he wondered, they had all been relatively well behaved up to this point and he was pretty sure they were all ordered not to hassle him. No matter who it was, he was still a prince and after the day he'd had he was in no mood to deal with this. He flung open the door in a huff with every intention of throwing the intruder out, he'd send them walking through the halls dripping and naked if he had to.

Any pretenses he had of having any control over the situation were instantly thrown out the window as soon as he stepped into the room and saw who the culprit was. Standing waist deep in the water of the tub in the center of the room was the imposing muscular figure of the Orc queen. She was facing away from him but even from just her backside he knew it was her. She carried herself with an unmistakable air of dominance that even in the nude filled the room and assaulted everyone in it. If that weren't enough to tell, she still wore his fathers crown upon her head. Peter had trouble finding his breath as he was overcome with the weak submissive feeling that was fast becoming disparagingly familiar to him. His heart beat fast against his chest as he felt tingly all over and in spite of his best efforts he found himself becoming aroused at the sight of her. Her powerful broad back and shoulders were immaculately sculpted, as beautifully defined as any statue and most likely just as hard if not harder. Without meaning to he followed the curve of her thick body down to the tip of her ass crack peeking out from the dark soapy water. The wide range of different small scars and various wounds that littered her figure did little to diminish her allure, if anything they only added an additional element of danger and strength to her visage.

Obviously hearing him barge in Shaka turned to face him with an amused smile, giving him a view of her front as well. She made no move to cover herself, instead she placed her hands on her hips and practically puffed out her chest. Not that she had any reason to be embarrassed at all, her statuesque physique was just as obvious from the front. Her hard abs, soaked in warm water, glistened from the subtle movement of her steady breathing. Her full round breasts seemed to defy gravity with how high and firm they stayed despite their breathtaking size. At least he finally had the answer to the question he had asked himself when he first met her, her large nipples were a rich dark green. Similarly to her back, her chest and stomach were decorated with scars, most noticeably a frightfully large one running from her neck down between her boobs. As she moved in the tub, he saw a young maid serving as an attendant standing on the other side of her with dripping sponge still in hand.

The feeling of submission only increased under her humbling stare. For a long time the two locked eyes wordlessly, eventually forcing him to speak first.

"W-what are you doing in my washroom?"

"Your washroom?" She repeated with an arched eyebrow. "I believe that as of five days ago I own this entire castle, and therefore every room in it. So I think you'll actually find that this is my washroom. I simply allow you to use it. And as the owner of this castle I can bathe were ever it pleases me."

"O-okay, but w-why chose this washroom in particular?" The prince stammered, having a pretty good idea of the answer.

"Oh, I've just been going through them and seeing which one best suits me, you have so many of them! One thing I'll say for humans is you're a very hygienic race." She replied flippantly.

The longer he stayed around her the more confused and aroused Peter became. He wanted nothing more at that moment to dash from the room and hide somewhere she couldn't give him that devastatingly demeaning look. Steadily he began to inch backwards in an attempt to free himself from her overwhelming presence.

"Oh... okay. W-well I guess... I um, I'll just give you some p-privacy then, shall I?" He had nearly made it to the door and for a brief fleeting moment he thought he might actually be allowed to leave.

"No." She said perhaps a bit more sternly than she intended, before softening her tone somewhat. "Now that you're here, perhaps you can assist me." She turned to address the young girl on the other side of the tub who until now had been standing quietly, wide-eyed with fear. "Joan, you may take your leave. The prince will take over your duties for now."

Joan looked between the two royals with a specter of uncertainty across her face. Upon seeing the queens insistent glare and Peter's kind reassuring nod she found the courage to quietly shuffle out of the room, remembering at the last second to hand him the water-logged sponge which he reluctantly took. He held the thing at arms reach so as not to get any water on himself.

"Come over here." She commanded softly.

Knowing that he couldn't disobey her he swallowed hard and nervously approached the tub, praying that she somehow wouldn't notice the tent in his pants. She moved closer to the edge of the tub to be nearer to him as he reluctantly sidled up next to her. The smell of her hit him hard, all the Orcs seemed to have particularly pungent aromas about them but none so powerful as their queen. The sour smell of sweat and tanned leather invaded his nostrils along with a distinct scent of sweet lavender. The musky mix of smells filled his lungs and made him dizzy. Shaka smirked at him as she slowly rested her arms behind her head to allow him better access to her body. She knew the boy was already in her control and was just toying with him now.

"You may begin."

His hand had already brought the sponge halfway to her stomach before he even had time to process her request, as if his body responded to her mind instead of his own. He felt hot and tense, his mind slowing down to a crawl. Gently he pushed the sponge against her warm green skin and squeezed it to draw out the water inside. He brushed back and forth across her hard muscles, thankful for the buffer between their skin that the cleaning implement provided. Periodically he dunked the sponge into the bath water to keep it hydrated as he worked his way up her magnificent torso. He avoided eye contact by keeping his face down and staring into the sudsy dark water, unfortunately this meant he was looking directly at her crotch.

The room had no windows and was lit only by candles, so in the dim light he couldn't see into the water. Her wide hips simply disappeared into a liquid abyss, obscuring her lower half from view. Only a small tuft of dark pubic hair on her pelvis peeking out of the water gave any indication of the virile beast that lay dormant below. He knew it was down there, he even knew roughly how big it was, but he was still eternally thankful that he didn't have to come face to face with it just yet. He didn't know if he was ready for that.

Distracted as he was trying not to picture her green monster, he unknowingly brought his hand a bit too high on her torso and bumped against one of her generous breasts. His hand had sunk deep into the tissue of her mammary and for a brief second he kept it there enjoying the warmth and weight of her tit before he'd realized what was happening. Heat exploded in his face and groin and he instantly reeled in his arm as he looked up to see whether he had angered her in any way. Shaka simply smiled down at him with an amused expression.

"You know you'll have to clean those too right? I get that you must like my belly 'cause you've been scrubbing it for about ten minutes now, but there are other parts of me." She chided him playfully.

"Oh, yes... my queen." He managed to mumble at her through his embarrassment.

He had to manually remind himself to breathe as he returned the sponge to her body. Continuing to avoid her breasts for now he reached halfway around her and began wiping up and down the side of her torso. As he lifted his arm to reach higher up on her body his hand once again grazed lightly on the side of her breast. This time he only slowed down slightly before forcing himself to continue washing her. He scrubbed up into the hollow of her underarm and further along to beneath her biceps. In doing so he leaned forward, causing him to put his free hand onto her solid abdomen for support.

By the time he noticed the skin on skin contact he had already had his hand there for at least a minute. He froze, unsure of what to do, and gazed up again at Shaka with a mask of uncertainty upon his face. The Orc queen didn't change her expression but in her eyes he thought he saw some sign of assurance twinkle in the candlelight. Finally he decided to give in and put his body on auto pilot, allowing it to do what felt most natural. His fingers rubbed into her thick skin as he reached around and began scrubbing her back. He let his hand roam curiously over her muscles. A small sigh of content from Shaka told him he was doing the right thing and helped put him slightly more at east. Eventually he found his way to the large scar on her chest and traced the darkened raised flesh up between her breasts to her neck. As he traced it back down again he thought about the pain that she must have endured when she first received it.

"How did this happen?" He suddenly found himself asking her.

"Hmm? Oh, this?" She chuckled. Her smile widened and her eyes went to a far off distant place a long time ago. "Ex-girlfriend." She laughed after a brief pause.

That seemed to be the only explanation he was going to get so he just nodded and went back to worshiping her body with his hands. He had put it off for as long as he could, and now that he'd gone over the rest of her body he couldn't avoid her breasts anymore. After refilling the sponge in the soapy water he gingerly placed it against her boob. As he gently applied pressure her breast flattened out against her body, jiggling pleasantly as he attempted wipe down its entire surface area. His other hand, moving by a will of its own by now, snaked up to her other tit and softly began to knead it. He felt the comforting way her flesh deformed around his fingers and thought about when he had been masturbating earlier in the day. He remembered how just thinking of her had gotten him so worked up.

He obviously had feelings for her, he now had to admit to himself. But not in the same way that he felt for Delilah, the way that two equals loved each other. This was something different and unique to any other kind of relationship he'd ever had. He wasn't sure it was something that he wanted to pursue, but seeing as how he was soon to be married to this creature it may be worth giving a chance to.

He switched the sponge to his other hand so he could wash her other breast and fondle the one he just finished cleaning. He was still young and had only ever felt one other pair of breasts before, but was surprised at how similar they felt despite belonging to an entire other species. Shaka's were obviously quite a bit larger but felt otherwise similar in firmness and consistency. He remembered Delilah's breasts and the last time he had gotten to play with them, the last time he had held her small pink nipples between his lips and lapped at them like a hungry baby.

Thinking of her and of what he had seen that day sunk him into a dark gloomy place. Even through the powerful submissive haze that Shaka cast over him he could feel the heartbreak. He tried his best to repress his emotions and willed his heart to turn to stone, but to no avail. He sniffled quietly and felt a tear begin to blaze down the side of his face.

His shift in mood didn't escape Shaka, who had been studying him carefully this entire time. She had enjoyed seeing him wrestle with his emotions of subservience and lust, they played out plainly on his face like a traveling pauper show. One thing she hadn't expected to see however was for him to begin to weep. She knew he was struggling to accept his new place in the world but so far he had seemed to be adjusting fairly well and even perhaps embracing his submissive feelings. She had hoped he might be starting to enjoy them even, given by the amount of lube she had noticed missing from his dildo case.

"What's the matter?" She asked him, attempting to keep her voice neutral.

After a long moment of silence Peter decided to confide in the queen, if only for his own sake. He needed someone to be able to speak to, it used to be Delilah, and hopefully Shaka could now occupy that role.

"I saw her today. Delilah." He told her between uneven breaths.

"Oh." The queen replied. He didn't need to elaborate on what kind of state he saw her in, his demeanor told her everything she needed to know. "I'm sorry about what happened with her Peter." She said truthfully. "But try not to hold it against her, getting fucked like that changes a person. Orc cock tends to do that."

"Is... will it change me?" He looked up at her with more tears welling up in his eyes. When he saw her through his blurry tears in the dim candlelight she almost seemed like a goddess.

Shaka gave him the most comforting smile she could manage and reached to wipe his face clean. He flinched when she raised her hand but allowed her to touch him and gently push his tears aside.

"Yes. It will." She didn't want to lie to him, but neither did she intend to scare him away. "But you mustn't look at change as a bad thing. Nothing ever stays the same for long, it's just nature. You may not always like the way things end up but you just have to make the best of it. I think you have the potential to be very happy under my rule if you just learn to let go of what was, and embrace what is."

"It's just nature..." He repeated solemnly, mostly to himself. "Is it natural to have your brains raped out by an Orc till you forget who your true love is?" He had said it slightly louder than he had meant to and for a second expected Shaka to strike him again for raising his voice to her. To his surprise, she remained still.

"Sex and desire is natural. And Orcs are naturally superior to man. What your friend experienced was the bliss of complete submission to a greater being, an event that caused her to reevaluate her entire life. She is now a different person than the one you fell in love with, but I'm sure there is still a place in her life for you. If you speak to her, I know she'll tell you the same."