Imagine being chosen to be the next queen in the orc kingdom. Out of all the possible suitors, the king himself chose you to be his bride. He stared at you across the room for so long you felt every inch of your body reacting to his presence. And when he smirked... You knew you'd be the next queen.
Nothing prepared you for the possessive way in which he stares at you every single second. He never let you out of sight. Nobody was allowed to get too close to you. Definitely nobody else could touch you in any way. His hands had to be the only touch you'd ever feel. But you weren't too mad about it, his possessive hands made up for every single second of touch-starvation you had in your life. His grip was always so possessive, touching you, teasing you, groping you... The orc king didn't care about who was watching. He only cared that you were his, and his alone.
He promised to get you a throne, something worthy of the prettiest human, of the queen of the orc kingdom... but it wasn't like he'd let you use it. He insisted on you sitting on his lap every single time, so he had easy access to every part of you.
At first, it was only some light caressing, but it rapidly escalated until his fingers inside of you were the most common thing in the castle. Seeing you bent over any possible surface with his dick deep inside of you was so normal nobody batted an eye anymore. Smelling his come on you became the norm. And opening your legs up to show out-border emissaries how pretty your pussy looked when leaking his come... Just some other queen's duty.
You loved being the queen of the orc kingdom.
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