The Prince and the Orc Queen Ch. 02

"I've wanted to talk to her, but she's never alone. That bitch always keeps her nearby." Peter growled at the thought of the futa that took Delilah from him.

"Don't worry about Mugg-Ran." The queen assured him. "She knows she can't hurt you. I gave her a stern talking to after the incident in the garden and she's on thin ice now. She'll let you talk to Delilah alone if you only ask her"

Peter still wasn't sure it he could stomach facing her again after what she had done to Delilah. He also wondered what he even hoped to accomplish by speaking with her, it was obvious she intended to stay with Mugg-Ran. He didn't think there was room enough in her life for both him and her new Orc lover.

"I think you'll understand better once you experience complete submission yourself." Shaka continued with just a hint of lust dripping over her words.

Over the next few seconds her gaze slowly began to transform from one of compassion to a far more suggestive look. It was obvious what was running through her mind and being under her stare only made Peter burn all the hotter. He cursed himself for still being erect in these circumstances but for reasons unknown to him he had remained so throughout their entire conversation. Shamefully he averted his eyes back downward to the steaming water. However that meant that he was once again staring directly where her dick would have been visible if not for the dark water concealing it. He just couldn't keep himself from picturing it. He had seen more than his fair share of Orc cock ever since the fall of the kingdom so he had a pretty good idea of what it would look like, and supposedly it was the size of his largest dildo though he still had a hard time believing that. But his imagination ran wild filling in the small details, the pattern of the veins and the dark purple color of the head. He wondered if it could make him feel as good as he had felt with the toy in his ass, how an actual flesh and blood dick would differ from the cold wooden phallus' he had practiced on.

Shaka could see where his stare fell and could easily picture what he was thinking. Just the thought of him anywhere near her genitals sent blood rushing into her nether. She had resolved to save his deflowering till their wedding night, but that didn't mean she couldn't have any fun with him. A wicked smile came upon her as she decided to test just how obedient he had become.

"I know what you're looking for..." She quietly whispered suggestively. "Why don't you reach in and grab it?"

His heart stopped momentarily and his skin was doused in fire as he quickly jerked his head back up to check if she was serious or not. Finding no trace of jest in her face he realized she fully expected him to do it, and that against his better judgment he had already decided that he would. There was no use in putting up a resistance any more he conceded, he was no longer in control of his own life. Just like he thought he would never use the dildos but ended up doing so anyway, he knew pretty much anything she wanted him to do he would eventually give in to. At least with the dildos it had actually led him to a surprising amount of pleasure, maybe if he trusted her she could lead him to more ecstasy. Maybe she could help transform that submissive heat into the burning rapture that it constantly felt so close to becoming.

His hand shook fiercely as he slowly lowered it from her chest down to the water. Warm comforting heat enveloped his hand as he dipped it below the surface in search of her member, feeling around in the warm water. A small childlike gasp escaped him as his fingers brushed against soft flesh, even in the warm bath the heat from her penis was startling. Gently he began to explore her length, he started by following it back to the base where her short wiry pubic hair tickled against him. Then he felt back along it, wanting to get an idea of how long it was. As his fingers tiptoed further and further down her cock his mouth fell agape. He realized that she had been lying when she said she was the same size as the toy, she was actually much bigger. By the time he reached the giant bulbous head he estimated he had traveled at least 13 or 14 inches. Fear was creeping into him as he grasped the appendage in his fist to gauge the thickness of it, even in its semi flaccid state he couldn't wrap his fingers all the way around it. He deeply hoped that Shaka was a shower and not a grower.

He was so deeply engrossed in fondling her dick that he barely noticed when she began to pull away. Her dick gently slipped from his hand as she moved back until she was on the opposite side of the tub from him. The two locked eyes and the burning lust was obvious in her stare.

"Get in." She growled from deep within her chest.

Things were suddenly happening way too fast for Peters liking, he had come to terms with the fact that he would eventually have to have sex with Shaka but he had consoled himself with at least having another day or two before getting his anus destroyed. He knew he couldn't disobey her, she'd get her way eventually. If she really wanted to she could just rip his clothes off herself and fuck him right there, there was no point resisting. He withdrew his trembling hand from the water and fought to hold back tears as he began un-lacing his pants.

"You said you'd wait until we were married." He frightfully squeaked as he pulled them down.

"And I will." She attempted to convince him. "All we're doing now is bathing together, no harm in that is there?"

He could think of plenty harm that it could result in, mostly to his ass. He kept those thoughts to himself though as he pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor with his trousers. Careful not to hit his engorged dick against the tub, he lifted one leg over the side and stepped into the water. Pulling in the other leg as well he now stood face to face, fully nude, with the Orc queen. His body was already so hot that the warm water almost felt cool to him in comparison. Instead of moving towards him like he expected her to, Shaka put her hands on the edge of the tub on either side of her and hoisted herself up to sit on the wide rim.

She carefully balanced on her large muscular ass as she spread her legs apart to give him his first look at her impressive member. It was every bit as massive as it had felt in his hands, jutting out straight from her pelvis as if to point directly at him. Angry bulging veins ran along its entire length like small mountain ranges. Her mushroom shaped cock head was painted a dark shade of violet and dripped with what was either water or precum. The whole thing jumped rhythmically with the beat of her heart, sending a slight jiggle through her fat heavy ball sack swinging below. Peter was absolutely mesmerized by it and began to draw closer without realizing.

"Stroke it for me." She commanded once he had gotten so close that she felt his pleasant breath on her crotch.

His body acted without any input from his brain once again as he gripped it, feeling his fingers sink into the soft velvety wrapper around the thick blood filled organ. He pressed his thumb firmly into the underside as he slid his hand forward, pulling her foreskin over the engorged head. Entranced, he watched her green skin glide back and forth over her dick head, completely folding over all except her urethra and then peeling away like a blossoming flower. Shaka watched his fascinated face with a satisfied smirk as she quietly purred in approval of his ministrations. The air was filled with the slick wet sounds of him running his hand over her cock, punctuated by her increasingly excited grunts. It took her quite a bit of restraint not to thrust her hips in time with his stroking, but she wanted him to do all the work. It occurred to Peter that this was the first time he'd ever touched any dick but his own, yet oddly it didn't seem like a homosexual act. Despite the one obvious exception the Orc futas were women in every way. It was difficult to think of them as men with the queens luscious tits heaving above him so tantalizingly.

Shaka reached out and stroked his face passionately along the now fading bruises she had left there. Thinking of her rough treatment of him during their first encounter only made her harder. Laughing, she gave his face another slap, much gentler than before but still with enough force to let him know who was in charge. He kept stroking, even as she slapped him again and a third time. The final time she let her hand linger against his reddened cheek, caressing his face until she had her thumb grazing back and forth on his lips. Applying pressure, she forced him to open slightly and take her digit into his warm mouth. She titled his head up slightly till she caught his eyes and stared deeply into him as she forced her index and pointer fingers past his lips as well. Instinctively he began to apply suction and ran his tongue over her fingers. Maintaining eye contact she pulled her hand away slightly before allowing him to suck her back in, almost like he was sucking a cock. Shaka chuckled to herself as she watched the color bloom across his face. She reveled in his shame and embarrassment and no doubt he could feel the way it made her dick twitch in excitement. Without warning she shoved her fingers deeper into his mouth, all the way to the entrance of his throat. His stroking slowed down as he gagged on her digits, leaning away to avoid from choking. The queen leaned forward to follow him however, extending her arm to keep up with him as he turned his head to the side in an attempt to dislodge her hand.

"I should have had you train your throat as well." She laughed as she mercifully pulled her fingers halfway out of his mouth.

She kept them in however, not quite done playing with his tongue just yet. Enjoying both the sensation of him sucking her fingers and beating her cock she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, a satisfied coo rumbling from her throat. Peter did his best to ignore her intruding fingers bullying his tongue and focused on getting her off. He smoothly pulled on her member, squeezing out a dollop of pre that he spread around her head with his thumb.

"Faster." she grunted.

His other hand reached up and gripped her mighty dick as well, both of them together still weren't enough to totally cover her entire length. The two fists glided up and down her girthy pole sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. Her entire body twitched in ecstasy every time he ran over her dripping bulb. Slowly the trickle of fluid leaking from her dick increased until healthy gushes of precum squirted out with every stroke. Soon there was a constant flow of liquid pouring down into the tub. He did his best to gather up as much as he could with his hands and spread in all over the length of her shaft, lubricating it and making it wet and shiny. Loud slick squelching sounds joined her quiet groans in his ears, encouraging him to work her harder. He tightened his grip and started stroking faster. Shaka moaned in response, curling her toes and gripping the side of the tub as her ball sack tightened up.

A strong pulse traveled through her cock alerting Peter to her imminent release. She let out a long low groan as he began to feel the first spurts of her cum pulsing down her urethra. The thick liquid rushed past his hands and burst forth from her dick, flying out at blistering speeds onto his chest and neck. Her cum hit him with such incredible force that for a moment he thought she had kicked him instead of ejaculating on him. More and more spurts of goo shot out of her as he continued to pull on her cock, stretching out her rapture for as long as possible. The thick sticky substance was somehow even hotter than her member, practically scalding his skin as it slowly dripped down his torso. An overwhelming fishy stench assaulted him, making him woozy. After a while the force of her ejaculations finally began to wane, with shots falling short of his chest and diving into the water with loud plunks. The gooey sperm floated on the surface, slowly dissipating into the bath. An eternity later the flow of her cum was merely a small trickle milked out by the princes gentle squeezing. Her panting slowed down as well as she regained her breath while he finished pushing out the last of her thick batter.

Popping her fingers out of his mouth she ran her hand through his hair affectionately while giving him a satisfied hum. Not bad at all for his first hand job, she thought to herself, though she fully expected more from him in the near future. But for now she had sated her lust enough to keep her going, only two more days between her and her ultimate prize. The thoughts of that night twinkled in her eyes as she once again made eye contact with her new favorite toy. The prince stood in an lustful haze, he was more erect now than he had ever been before. Hot Orc jizz coated his chest, making him feel like she had just marked him as her territory. He had grown used to the smell and was now reveling in it. He wanted to spread the thick cum all over himself and massage it into his burning skin. The feeling of submission made him tense and tingly all over, as though his entire body was about to orgasm.

Shaka chuckled a the sight of him shaking in lust as she lifted her leg over the side, stepping out of the bath. If he wanted relief then he would have to do it himself, she wanted him to learn that her needs always came first and any pleasure he derived from serving her was incidental. That notion was unfortunately lost on him in that moment as he stood confused and horny, watching her wrap a towel around herself and move towards the door. Just as she reached it she turned around to give him one more sultry smirk.

"Good boy." She said softly as she closed the door behind her, leaving him alone in the tepid cum filled water.

The evening before the wedding Peter found himself making his way to the great dining hall dressed in his finest ceremonial outfit. The last light of the day poured in through the windows of the hall, smearing him with the colors of the evening sky as he walked past them. The warm wind berated the castle walls, whistling through the cracks and loose stones of the building as the sun sleepily sunk into the horizon. It was a peaceful evening and Peter was quite relaxed as he strolled down the stone walkway, despite the rest of the castles fervor.

That night Shaka was hosting a traditional Orc feast as the beginning of the celebrations for their marriage and the palace was bustling with excitement. This would be the first big social occasion to occur since the Orc occupation and many of the noblemen and women were eager to begin exercising their social graces once more. They seemed to hope that this affair would some how bring about some semblance of normalcy back into their lives. Personally, the prince very much doubted it. It didn't seem to dawn on these people that this wasn't merely a feast, it was an Orc feast. He didn't know exactly what that entailed but he imagined it was quite a bit different from what most human attendees would expect. Most likely there would be a lot more sex for one thing.

Peter entered into the great hall as the servants were still setting up, spreading elegant tablecloths across great wooden tables and piling them high with mouth-watering dishes. Roast pig and crispy duck sizzling in hot butter, boiled potatoes and carrots swimming in thick gravy with steaming fresh bread on the side, flaky meat pies stuffed to bursting with venison and hen, and giant iron pots of delicious chunky stew were just some of the treats he saw as he lazily let his eyes explore the room. Apparently the feast was going to be buffet style he observed as mountains of food were stacked onto giant tables in the center of the room with smaller tables and benches lining the walls. At the end of the hall he saw tables sitting on elevated platforms which he could only assume were meant for the queen and himself as well as any guests honored enough to sit with them.

He made his way in that direction, careful to keep out of the way of the staff and stepped up onto the platform. Taking the slightly smaller chair next to the gigantic throne at the center of the table that he assumed to be his, he gazed out on the commotion in the hall and allowed a slight grin to come upon him. His mind told him he should be much more gravely concerned about what he knew would be happening the next night but as he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it, he resolved to try and enjoy himself tonight as best he could. He had come to accept his fate at this point.

Within an hour the hall filled with Orcs and nobles in equal amounts all gathering together to make merry on the eve of the royal wedding. Peter noticed that the two races were fairly evenly dispersed among each other, creating a motley sea of pink, brown, and green. He had expected the two groups to have stayed fairly segregated but it appeared that they were already beginning to assimilate. He did see however that he was the sole human who had the honor to be on the elevated platform, as Orc captains filled every seat except one, and that one unmistakably was reserved for the queen. The chorus of voices and the clattering of utensils rose into the air to form a dull roaring cloud above their head alongside the bright fiery chandeliers that cast down a warm buttery glow which fluttered softly to the ground. The comforting light set the scene beneath a lens of mirth and festivity as the people began to unwind and co-mingle.

By the time Shaka walked in through the large main doors to a practiced round of salutes and acknowledgments from her soldiers the feast was in full swing. Already the crowd had devoured an entire boar and were more than halfway through their second. Ale was flowing like rain in a storm and just as Peter had predicted, more than a few of the guests were busy stating a different sort of appetite. It was mostly the Orcs that were fondling both each other as well as their human 'friends', but he also saw some of his own people with their hands sneaking into each others clothes. Perhaps the Orcs promiscuity was starting to rub off on them. So far he couldn't see any couples actually engaged in full-blown coitus but he was sure it was only a matter of time before some courageous and or drunk pair broke the ice.

Shaka stepped onto the platform with a massive turkey leg in one hand and two large steins of ale held by the handles in the other and plopped down in the chair next to Peter. She slid one of the mugs in front of him, sloshing the liquid enough to send some splashing over the side onto his plate of potatoes and roast beef.

"You didn't have a drink so I got you one." She managed say to him while gnawing on her drumstick.

"Uh, actually my queen," he began to reply, raising his voice to be heard over the cacophony of the feast. "I have a goblet of wine right here."

The prince picked up his silver goblet of dark red wine and swirled it around gently to illustrate its existence. Shaka violently snatched the cup from his hand and tossed it dismissively behind her, staining the floor with a blood like splatter as it bounced noisily off the hard wooden surface.

"A real drink." She emphasized. "Not that weak human swill. This is real Orcish ale, brewed way back before we even started the invasion. Been saving it for tonight and tomorrow. Trust me, you'll never be able to go back to your wine again" The word "wine" was spoken with clear contempt in her voice as she threw back her stein and took several large swallows. "That stuff tastes like piss. If you wanted to drink piss I wish you'd have told me, I've just been using a privy this whole time!" She laughed heartily at her insinuation.

Peter blushed and looked away. He wasn't sure if that was just a joke or if she were actually capable of such indecent acts. Neither was he sure that he would have the strength to refuse her if she really did demand something so demeaning from him. He shook the thought from his mind and hoped that she had simply already consumed some large amount of that Orcish ale she seemed so fond of. Turning his attention back to the stein she had placed in front of him he figured that he might as well experience for himself what was so fabulous about it. Using both hands to lift the heavy mug, he brought it to his delicate pink lips, immediately the fumes from the strong drink stung his eyes and burnt away the hairs in his nose. Convincing himself that it surely must taste better than it smelled he daintily sipped the brownish liquid before immediately coming to regret it. The moment it entered his mouth he felt like he'd swallowed fire itself and spewed it back out, half expecting flames to erupt from his mouth. Shaka and the other Orcs at the table burst out into laughter, beating the table with their fists and shouting jeers at him. Embarrassment washed over him as he fell into a coughing fit, burning his skin and forcing blood to rush to his cheeks as well as other certain parts of him. The sensations of shame, submission, and weakness were all becoming more and more similar to him, and all three seemed to feel closer and closer to the feeling of pleasure every day.