Orc x human!reader
Genre/Warnings: human!reader, orc!oc, fem!reader, monsterfucker, teratophilia, breeding kink, goblins, goblin breeding nest, dubcon, orc!husband, dark romance, kidnapping, dead dove, 18+, smut adjacent, imagine, oneshot Masterlist
** Do we want a part 2?? Inspired by an adult game demo I found on Steam, lol. Enjoy. He hadn't expected a simple rescue mission to end up like this...
When the old man came barreling into the tavern, speaking incredulously about a group of goblins dragging you away, most didn't bat an eye.
His beloved daughter. Still in her prime. As beautiful as a winter sunrise was gone. Many patrons shrugged him off. Laughed at his cries.
The orc thought the man to be an old fool. No human in their right mind would've gotten in the faces of beasts, pleading for help. And offering every bit of silver to their name for your return? The old man's desperation was clear but nobody was willing to listen.
The orc sat alone. Hunched over the crooked wooden table in the far corner, where the light barely reached. He watched silently as the old man made his rounds. Pleading and flashing his lifes savings for everyone to see.
The orc scoffed at the man's incredibly pathetic behavior. He had seen enough.
He stood and let the heavy weight of his fist fall to the table. The impact sent the amber liquid from his tankard sloshing over the side and drooling down his knuckles. His bellowing voice cut the old man short.
"If ya know what's good for you, simmer down. And put away the coin."
Even with his slouch, he was easily three times the man's size.
The old man's hands tremored as he fumbled with the pouch at his belt. The silver rounds clinking against one another as he tied it back up tight.
"Have a seat."
The orc says settling back into the creaky wooden bench. The old man slid in across from him cowering down his shoulders.
"You're a damned fool, flaunting all that 'round here."
The old man stumbles over his words
"Please. My daughter. They've taken her. I’ll do anything. Just help me."
The orc slides his tankard across the table.
"Have a drink. Settle your nerves."
He eyes the old man's fidgety hands before flickering his gaze back up to his face.
The grey hair receding over the peak of his head, and the freckled skin neighboring his eyes, were telling of his age. If he had to guess, by the sun damage and dirty fingernails, the man was likely a farmer.
"Who's taken her?"
The orc asks curiously. Attempting to get the first coherent answer from the man since he first set foot in here.
"Goblins!"
The man says with a hushed voice of surprise. As if it would be hard for the orc to believe such a creature could exist. Perhaps it was more strange for a human.
"Where have they taken her? Do you know?"
The old man shakes his head.
"I couldn't say. I followed as far as I could but they're quick!"
“What do you expect anyone here to do with no lead?!”
He scoffed. The man looked defeated.
“Please. I just want to bring her home.”
The orc leans back thoughtfully. Despite how pitiful this was, the man was offering money. And the orc had nothing better to do. It could actually be quite fun knocking a few goblin heads together.
"All right. Imay have an idea."
The old man looked on hopefully. The grateful expression on his face now a replacement for his previous panic.
"I- I can pay. Anything you want take it all!"
As the old man pulled at the sack knotted to his hip the orc held up his hand.
His hand alone was large enough to grip the man's entire skull, and likely crush it with not much effort.
"Keep your silver. We'll talk payment when she's back on your doorstep."
…That really had been his intention going into it...
Help the man. Get a decent payout.
A simple job.
But when he'd tracked the goblins back to their nest, unsurprisingly, the cave was lined wall to wall with wooden cages and boards. Each one was wrapped with ropes to hold the young women they'd captured in vulnerable positions. open and ready to be bred.
He'd kept in his mind your description. The old man had done his best to give him every detail.
As he made his way through the row of cages, he'd thought it might be impossible to make you out of the group. But as soon as his eyes landed on your curved backside, your hair tousled and cheeks pink and puffy from crying, he knew in his gut you were the one he was sent for.
Blood flowed straight to his groin as he took in the view.
You were tied at the wrists to a wooden board. The wood was compacted into the dirt wall with steel nails. You were nude from head to toe. The back of your thighs glistened with a slick substance.
He could only imagine the sounds you'd made when the working goblins stopped at your cage. Pumping you full of their seed in hopes of filling you, round and taught, with their offspring. Furthering their invasive populations. He wanted nothing more than to be the one to coax those sounds from you.
The mere thought of another pair of hands touching you had his eyebrows knitting together furiously. Especially such small nimble fingers.
None of these greedy little men could ever satisfy you as much as he could.
The orc glances down at the large steel padlock holding the wooden bars of your cell closed. Imprisoning you here beneath the earth.
It really is unfair… Such a beautiful thing like you locked away. Diminished to nothing more than cattle. You didn't deserve this. He could give you what you deserved.
The orc thought hard for a plan.
He knew how to get you out of here. His pure, brute, strength alone was the only weapon he'd need to get past the workers and out of the nest. That was the easy part.
It was what hed’ have to tell your father after he got you safely to his own secluded home. The excuse as to why his lovely daughter wasn't back in her own bed, on her father’s farm as he'd promised.
He could hardly keep it together at the thought.
You didn't belong here with these Golbins. A loveless breeder used for a quick get off to mother their brood. It was a waste of your potential.
Instead, you would do tremendously with him. Living the rest of your days as a happy housewife. Mothering with his own kin. Your gentle hands working to cook him dinner, and tend to the little ones. Happy and glowing round with the next.
The way you would fill the space in his bed so nicely. The rest of his life hearing all your pretty sounds and gazing into those beautiful eyes.
His hands itched to squeeze at the softness of your hips, but he holds back. He will. Very soon.
All he had to do was get the chains off first... 🔗If you enjoy my writing, consider supporting me on Ko-fi. Free requests, commissions, and freelance services available -> ko-fi.com/divinelydevoured
