starling💫

The sky is clear today with a gentle breeze that reminds you of the times you and your fellow royal friends would play in this field. Childlike innocence once showered this field outside the city walls with play and laughter. This evening it will instead be showered with blood.

Troops lined the southern city wall in formation and consisted of about every able-bodied man from the city. Some men where veteran warriors while others were farmer refugees who fled their homes when the orcs attacked. Among the troops there was a stiff and solemn air. This was the kingdom’s last stand, and the future was grim.

You stood behind your soldiers on horseback ready to command them. Every knight was assigned a battalion of soldiers to command, and you were assigned thirty men to lead to victory. Most of them were young boys or men who had barely reached age, among them were the poor bastards who had been drafted into the war and were past their prime. They looked with terror onto the field and knew that their fate was sealed.

The dark thoughts were interrupted when a horn blew in the distance and from over the hill the orcs charged onward, their goal, death. The orcs rode massive horse breeds that doubled the size of the kingdoms horses and some of them rode beasts you had never seen before that looked like they were all too hungry for your men.

A cry reverberated from you for your men to charge, and you rode forward with your sword ready to strike. The men followed you and surrounded an orc you charged at. He was covered in battle scares and war paint and growled at you as you swung your sword at him. He sidestepped the attack and swung a knife at one of your soldiers. His knife hit the youngest, a young boy with golden hair who was fifteen, he was originally one of the servant boys in the castle and had celebrated his birthday less than a week ago.

The soldiers were eager to avenge him and lashed at the orc. Their swords were swatted away as if they were wielded by ants. You saw your opportunity as his back was turned to you and you drove your sword into his back. An inhuman howl deafened your ears in the surrounding chaos as the orc slumped over onto the ground.

The victory was cut short as your head was wacked hard and you crumbled face first into the bloodied dirt and your vision faded to the sound of your men screaming.

Your head was pounding and you slowly sat up and felt your heart drop at the carnage. The entire Helios army covered the field in guts and blood. Hundreds covered the field, and you rose to your feet in disbelief at the carnage and stumbled backwards over the bodies of your comrades.

A wagon rolling behind you startled you and as you swung around you were met with the sight of three orcs rolling a wagon along the tree line about two paces away from you. They were not wearing armor and instead wore cotton shirts and pants. The wagon was filled with miscellaneous items such as watches, necklaces, rings, well made swords, and boots. They…..they were robbing the corpses.

“You were a knight?”

The question caught you off guard and came from the orc closest to you. He wore a white cotton shirt and dark brown pants. He carried no weapons on him, however that didn’t mean he wasn’t a threat. You were unsure how to answer but you found yourself nodding. One of the other orcs, a scrawny one made a joke that you didn’t seem to be a good knight.

“How old are you?”

The questions confused you and you didn’t understand why the orc had any interest in such personal information about you. You hesitantly answered each one as they varied in topic and all of them pertained to you. The orc even asked you about your hobbies and seemed surprised when you replied that you liked gardening. You weren’t sure if you were being interrogated or if this was a normal conversation with an orc. You didn’t know much about their kind after all, other than the needless bloodshed they spread.

“Are you married?”

This question was one you didn’t expect, and you stuttered when you answered “no”. You had never really been interested in anyone except a girl you knew when you were younger who moved away to a nearby kingdom. The orc for some reason seemed pleased by your response and he held a hand out to you. You weren’t sure what was happening, but you accepted the hand and the orc pulled you to your feet and sat you on the wagon.

The wagon was turned around and you were pulled to God knows where. You felt as if you were in a dream and the horror you witnessed, and your actions didn’t feel real. As the wagon pulled you over the hill you watched the ruined city disappear from view. What will become of the humans the orcs now rule? What will become of you?

Waves of sand decorated the horizon, and you found yourself in a barren landscape. The orc you spoke to whom you had learned was named Kharag had used a magical device to open a portal into this sandy biome. The orcs paid no attention to your distraught face and instead removed the wheels from the wagon along with the axels. The process was easy, and they were put on to the wagon to be used later. The wagon was now a sleigh and slid across the sand easily.

After the party dragged the sleigh along with them for a bit you saw bountiful trees and a village sprout from behind a large rock formation. This must be the village these orcs were from. The houses were made of dried mud and rich symbols and colors decorated the village.

The orcs walked into the oasis village and they were cheered by some of villagers, especially the children who clearly saw them as role models. You awkwardly sat on the sleigh unsure of what to do while you were partially covered in blood. The villagers eventually took notice of you and they stared down at you.

Kharag noticed the attention and walked over to you to place a hand on your head. Whatever the gesture meant it seemed to answer their questions and they walked away from you without a word. He then pulled you to your feet and onto the sandstone path before leading you into the village. You weren’t sure why you were following but it felt like you didn’t have a choice.

He pulled you into a mud house that you assumed was his and gestured for you to sit on the couch. The house was well decorated and the magical lights mimicked jars of fireflies which added to a cozy feeling. The house wasn’t cramped as you had expected and there were stairs which led to a loft.

Kharag walked back over to you with a mug and handed it to you while carrying a mug of his own. The beverage was sweet and seemed to be some kind of hot cider. He sat down next to you and sipped on his beverage as well before handing you clothes. You pulled the clothes in front of you and your jaw dropped. They were very scanty and practically see through. You pushed the clothes away from you which displeased the orc who began pulling your armor off you.

You desperately tried to fight the orc off as he pulled each article of clothing off you until you were entirely naked. His gaze didn’t leave yours and he pulled you into the bathroom and began wiping a wet rag across your skin. You were entirely exposed to his intense gaze as he examined every inch of you. Lastly, he wrung out the rag and rewet it to cleanse your groin. You yelled at him and punched him as hard as you could, you wouldn’t let him violate you like this.

Your thighs were grabbed and forcibly spread apart, and the orc shoved his body between your legs so you could no longer close them. The rag was dragged across the skin of your cock, and he stroked it with the rag until he was satisfied with the cleanliness.

The orc dragged you up the stairs into the bedroom and bent you over the large bed. It was higher than a human bed would be, and it made your legs dangle off the bed as you were too small to reach the floor. The orc dragged his fingers across your asshole and you began to beg him to stop and asking him why he was doing this. The orc surprisingly stopped and allowed you to turn to look at him.

“Did you really think an orc would bring a human back to his home just out of the kindness of his own heart? No, you are the spoils of war and I had a choice back when I first saw you. You could be another body among the hundreds that died in that battle or you could become my prize. You are my reward for the part I played in the war and I will take what is owed. Now be a good bride and turn back around.”

Bride?! How could you be a bride when you were a man, and you had never met this orc before? Didn’t orcs have ceremonies or rules?

Kharag flipped you back around and as your mind raced a large orc finger was pushed into your ass. It hurt and the finger continued to push even deeper as you were frozen in pain. You had never had something pushed inside of you and the sensation was terrifying. The orc grunted in approval and poured lube over his cock. Oh, by the Gods that thing could not fit inside you!

“I like that your tight, you ever been fucked before?”

You shook your head and the orc muttered good under his breath and began to push two lubed fingers into your ass. Tears pricked at your eyes and you squirmed against him until suddenly an intense sensation formed when he pushed on a spot inside you. Against your wishes your cock began to grow and the orc pulled his fingers out to replace them with his lubed cock.

The head pushed against your entrance and pressure started to build. Each time it felt as if the cock would enter you it would instead slide against your ass and the orc would curse under his breath. After another few minutes the orc managed to push it inside you. You screamed as it felt as if it would tear you.

The orc painfully dragged his cock inside you and you wondered if the lube was doing anything at all. The orc grabbed your hand and made you palm his cock, about 4 more inches remained. You were taken back, the cock inside you was massive and it felt as if you could not possibly take anymore.

A groan escaped you and the thick cock pounded your hole even more and with each thrust the cock buried itself deeper inside you and abused your virgin prostate. Your cock was rock hard now and the orc palming your ass shamefully didn’t help.

An orgasm was getting close, and you before you could say a word a rope of cum shot out as an intense orgasm ripped through your body as the orc fucked you through your orgasm. Your body uncontrollably shook as Kharag started to fuck you in a rougher pace. The overstimulation was too much, and you begged the monster to stop fucking you with his fat cock.

You moaned like a bitch in heat as orgasm after orgasm was ripped from you and the orc flipped you over to play with your nipples. He pinched and licked them, never once slowing down his pace. The nipples were tortured by him until they were swollen and each touch made you wince as well as your cock twitch.

Kharag lifted your legs up and threw his head back while cum was emptied into your ass. He clearly wasn’t done however as his pace never stopped. He wasn’t done yet. You were flipped back over and your ass was slapped and abused until you were begging him to stop.

“Who is going to be my good bride?”

When you didn’t answer the orc stopped fucking you and pulled a box from under his bed. The orc pulled out ropes and cuffs within the box and restrained you. The cuffs were placed on your wrists and a spreader bar was placed between your legs to prevent you from closing them. Your body was wrapped in back rope restricting your movements and made you keep your knees up by your head in a vulnerable position.

The orc carried you as if you weighed nothing and suspended you from the ceiling at his chest height. He licked your cock and a string of precum dripped on his chin. He smiled at you and pulled a small black box from the drawer; inside he showed you a thin metal rod. When you began to protest a gag was put on you and he lubed the rod and placed it on your urethra. You screamed at him to stop through your gag and the orc kissed your inner thigh and pushed it slowly inside you.

A burning sensation engulfed the areas the rod touched while it slowly slide further inside you stretching your urethra wider. Then an intense feeling overtook the pain and it felt as if you were sitting on the edge of an orgasm. The feeling made you feel full and your penis was being stimulated in a way you never knew possible. You moaned into the gag which caused Kharag to slide the rod up and down fucking your cock.

He then suddenly stopped much to your disappointment and left the rod inside you. Instead, he pushed an anal vibrator into your ass. The vibrator was large at the circumference, and it made you think this toy may have been made for orcs instead of humans. Once the toy was nestled inside you on your prostate it was turned on and you cried out and arched your back as pleasure more intense than anything you had ever felt before rippled through you. The vibrator was extremely powerful and you felt the vibration throughout your entire midsection. You felt your body beg to cum and you found that you couldn’t do it. The rod was stopping your ability to cum and you cried for the orc to let you.

The orgasm once again built up in you and you were no longer able to hold it off, the orgasm became ruined and the orc watched as you were forced to have multiple ruined orgasm over a course of half an hour. By the end of it you were a crying sobbing mess and the orc removed your gag.

“Are you going to behave?”

“Yes please just let me cum?”

“Are you my bride?”

“Yes! Please just take the rod out!”

The orc complied and pulled the rod out of you leaved an empty but freeing feeling. The orc turned the vibrator back on and you felt the peak of your orgasm approach and your toes curled when hot ropes of cum sputtered out of you. The orc seemed pleased by this and lowered your suspension by a couple feet and began pleasuring him self to your fucked state. You were sweaty with cum dripping out of your asshole and from your dick. Your swollen and abused ass and nipples were the icing on the cake.

The orc moaning and an orc sized load of cum landed on your face and chest leaving you feeling disgusting and abused.

You had music in, earbuds tucked in, eyes half-lidded as you relaxed in your fortress of blankets and nostalgia.

What you didn’t expect?

Was for Johnny and the team to return early.

You definitely didn’t hear the door swing open. Or the short, surprised laugh that left his lips when he spotted you sprawled on the bed like some lovesick groupie in his clothes.

He stood there for a moment, watching with that smug smirk that always made your stomach flip. Then, without a word, he dropped his bag, shut the door behind him, and stalked toward the bed.

You yelped when he grabbed your ankles and dragged you down toward the edge of the mattress.

“Johnny!” you squeaked, eyes wide, earbuds popping out.

He leaned over you, brow quirked, sunglasses pushed up into his hair. “Breaking and entering and grand theft wardrobe?” he teased, voice low and delicious. “Gotta say, sweetheart, I’m into it.”

You pouted. “I missed you. And your clothes smell like you. And I was sad.”

His expression softened—just slightly. One hand cupped your cheek while he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips that made your heart stutter in your chest.

“I missed you too, babe,” he murmured against your mouth. “You have no idea.”

You sighed contentedly as he pulled away, only for your eyes to widen again when his hands slipped beneath the hem of his shirt—your shirt now, apparently.

“Oh, we’re stealing my stuff now? Then I guess I get to repossess it,” he said, grinning like the cocky devil he was as he peeled it off you with practiced ease.

It hit the floor somewhere behind him as he settled between your legs—carefully, gently, mindful of your cast—but still all heat and mischief.

“I brought you something,” he whispered, brushing his lips along your jaw. “But maybe I’ll give it to you later…”

You arched a brow. “Clothes? Chocolate? A new leg?”

He snorted. “None of the above. But it involves me, this bed, and a lot of making up for lost time.”

And god help you—you were so down for it.

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