Tomorrow was Prince Josua's wedding day, and if he managed not to retch at the sight of his bride-to-be—then that alone would made it an extraordinary event.
Arranged marriages were nothing new in the land of Arendia; as the nonessential spare heir to the throne, Josua has always known his only worth to the royal family lay in a marriage alliance with one of the lesser kingdoms.
But even by Arendish standards, this particular arrangement was certainly unique : his bride-to-be was an orc—a savage, green-skinned, brutish creature from the northern steppes.
The young prince had never seen an orc before, but he knew them by reputation; they were said to be barbaric, uncouth, and lacking any semblance of civilized behavior. The mere thought of being wed to such a creature turned Josua's stomach, but his father was adamant. The fastest way to move armies and avoid the treacherous mountains that separated Arendia from the northlands was through a narrow passage in orc territory; thus, the royal family of Arendia needed a strong alliance with the orcs—and soon.
Always a dutiful son, the prince obeyed his father's command without question, though he could hardly contain his revulsion for his future wife. As he sat in his bedchamber, trying to sleep despite the nervous flutterings of his heart, he prayed to the Gods that the wedding ceremony would be brief and painless.
A knock sounded on his door, startling him out of his fitful doze.
"Yes?" he asked irritably. "What is it?"
"Your Highness," came the voice of his chamberlain, "I have been instructed to inform you that your betrothed—the Lady Garakh, daughter of the orc chieftain, Warlord Norghan—has arrived. Despite the late hour, she insists upon seeing you in her chambers."
Josua sighed deeply; there seemed no escape from the coming disaster now. With a resigned shrug, he rose from his bed and donned a clean tunic, then followed the chamberlain down the hall to his bride's suite.
As the door opened, he found himself facing a large, dark-haired woman garbed in a long white gown, which did little to hide the massive expanse of bosom beneath it; the garment itself was so sheer that he could see the shape of her nipples clearly outlined beneath its fabric.
Her eyes—which were like black coals set in her face—were fixed unwaveringly upon him, and her lips were curled into a mocking smile. "Already copping a feel, are ye, pretty boy?" she asked with a husky chuckle.
Josua felt his cheeks flush red with embarrassment. "N-no, my lady," he stammered, taking a step backward. "My chamberlain informed me that you wished to see me, and I am here."
Garakh laughed again; her features were somehow less brutish than he had predicted, though still rather coarse—and she possessed a pair of sharp fangs that protruded from her upper jaw like tusks. "Now, don't be shy about it, laddie; I like a man who knows how to appreciate a good pair o' tits." She stepped forward and grabbed Josua roughly by the arm, pulling him into her room. "Come along, lad," she growled. "We've got some business to attend to."
His mouth dropped open in shock; he was not certain whether to be more frightened or aroused by this strange woman. Her manner was brusque, almost rude—but her body was undeniably alluring, and he couldn't help feeling a stirring within his loins as she led him across the threshold and shut the door behind them.
"What business?" he asked warily.
"Why, you know very well what business," she replied with a sly grin. "Now, strip off those clothes, and let's get started! I need to see what kind of equipment ye're packing under there."
The prince blushed furiously; he was not accustomed to hearing such crude words come from the mouth of a woman—especially a woman like this, who was obviously quite experienced in the ways of the world. "No, my lady," he protested, shaking his head vigorously. "We have to wait until we are properly ma—"
"Oh, stop yer yammerin', pretty boy!" Garakh cut him off impatiently. "Ye're already hard; ye can't fool me with all yer prissy talk!"
Josua gulped; he hadn't realized he had gotten so excited, but he could scarcely deny her accusation. His cock was painfully erect, straining against the confines of his breeches, and his breathing had become ragged—he could feel his heart pounding in his chest like the hooves of a galloping horse.
Garakh grinned evilly, sensing his mounting excitement. "Well, then," she said, stepping closer; "let's find out just how much of a man ye really are."
With that, she reached out and grabbed him by the crotch, squeezing his engorged member tightly between her fingers. He gasped in surprise, and she smiled wickedly. "Don't worry, pretty boy," she whispered seductively. "I'm not going to hurt ye—not unless ye make me."
The orc pressed her puffy lips to his neck, and he felt her serrated tusks rake his skin as she kissed, biting him lightly. His cock throbbed in her grasp; the odd contrast of soft lips and sharp teeth sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine, and he moaned softly in response.
She caught his ear in her teeth, nibbling gently as she continued to fondle him, her hand moving slowly over his groin, teasing his hardened flesh through the material of his clothing. "Oh, yes—ye like that, don't ye, little darlin'?" she murmured, leaning close so that her ample breasts pressed against his chest. "Ye like the feel of me hands on ye; ye like it when I kiss ye. Ye like it when I bite ye."
Josua nodded dumbly, the power of coherent speech now a lost art form to him.