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This story contains sexual content between a male and futanari, and mpreg. Any names referenced in its writing that bear resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental. All characters referenced are 18 years old (or older). Thank You and Enjoy.
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Staring back out of the mirror was a prince, a young man of 19 years, patiently waiting for a specific someone in particular. The short blonde hair of the pale skinned young man reflected the care and attention appropriate for a member of the kingdom's royal family. The face appeared only slightly more rounded than it had some 8 months ago when both his life, and the life of his family (present and future) was changed forever.
His father, the king, was raised in a royal household that emphasized military dominance over one's enemies, and this was passed along to the prince in turn. In the many centuries that preceded the birth of the Prince, defeat of the kingdom's armies occurred only a handful of times, and the defeat was returned ten-fold to the perpetrating force. The kingdom had unparalleled soldiers skilled on horseback, and it was the Cavalry which typically made the difference. Skilled both with the bow and arrow for long range combat, and sword and shield for close range combat, almost half of the kingdom's army was comprised of Cavalry. Perhaps it was the arrogance of the field generals, or the fact they had not faced a significant military threat on nearly half of a century. Regardless, the Cavalry did not make a significant difference the day that the kingdom fell to the invaders of the East.
For many centuries, the lands to the East were forbidden to all. Stories of demons, sorcery, and strange happenings spread in relation to the East. Where these stories came from was anybody's guess, but they ultimately had a ring of truth about them. Seemingly at random one day, legions of creatures emerged from the forests that were considered the boundary separating the lands of the East and the kingdom of the West. Early scout reports indicated that all manner of monsters were invading the land, but were organized much as what would be expected of a true military force. With shocking speed, the legions swept across the land, leaving a trail of destruction directly to the castle of the king.
Feeling the child within kick at his insides, the young prince brings his hands down to his midsection in an attempt to calm the unborn child within. Carefully standing up, the prince begins to pace around his royal bedchambers to calm the little one. Learning how to walk while pregnant was something that the young prince never thought he would have to learn. While waddling around the confines of the bedchamber, the prince gently massages his gravid midsection through the custom tailored piece of maternity clothing given to him by the Sire of his unborn child. Feeling the little one beginning to calm, the prince takes the opportunity to look out of the single window of the room that views the castle's entry courtyard. It was that courtyard where the prince first met the future sire of his unborn child.
Once the legions of creatures had made it to the royal castle, they surrounded the castle of the king, and sent a delegation to the front gate. Under threat of destruction, the king allowed the delegation to enter the royal courtyard. With looks of horror on their faces, the human's eyes met roughly a dozen creatures riding on large four legged animals that looked like oversized wolves, but had a saddle on each to accompany their riders. The first creature to dismount was the one leading the pack.
The creature, who would later become known as an 'orc' was green skinned, with oversized fangs extending vertically from the mouth. The orc was wearing what could be described as battle armor, battle worn by appearance but very effective nonetheless. As the orc removed its helmet, it became apparent that the green skinned orc was in fact a female, at least by human anatomy standards. Addressing the King (with the rest of the royal family standing only a few paces behind), the orc gave the conquered an ultimatum, to discuss the terms of the kingdom's surrender in public or in private.
In the private audience chamber of the royal family, the orc introduced herself as 'Queen Glasha' of the East, and gave the king only two options. The first was his kingdom to be left in pieces, and the second was for the king to offer his firstborn to be bearer of her children, and let the kingdom continue to exist under rule of the East. Recognizing the look of confusion on the human's faces, the Orc Queen pulled aside the armor & loincloth covering her genitals. Every member of the royal court gasped at the sight of such a masculine organ on a creature, even if it was from the East.
The young prince was directly behind the king's throne when the Orc Queen revealed herself, and part of him thought that the king visibly relaxed ever so slightly after the revelation. Watching his father agree to the Orc Queen's terms, the prince suddenly felt a pang of regret and sadness at the thought of his eldest sister's womb being offered to the conquering army as a bargaining chip, but such was the way of politics in the time in which they lived. The Orc Queen, however, had other ideas and intended to keep the King to his word.
With the prince's legs weak from walking around the royal chamber, he sits once again to ease the pressure and swelling of his feet. Bringing them up to his knees, he attempts to massage them, but an orc child in your belly can make that difficult. Calling out to the hall for the royal attendant, the middle-aged slave woman begins to work on his feet, trying to work the soreness out of his feet and ankles. Feeling the attendant's hands work and knead his foot muscles, he wonders if the emotional feelings he is experiencing now are similar to hers. The circumstances dictate that he should hate his family and the sire of his child, yet he finds himself in conflict.
Initially when the Orc Queen made it perfectly clear that 'first born' meant exactly that, the king went into a frenzy, furious that his sole heir is to be given to this orc creature, and that the prince was to bear its offspring. Rather quickly, the Orc Queen made it very apparent that, this could be done the easy way or the hard way. For a brief moment, the king began to scheme how to salvage the situation, but quickly came to the conclusion that there was no recourse. The result being that an official "Betrothal" ceremony was held to announce the union of the Orc Queen Glasha and the Royal Prince Hamilton, and all combat in the kingdom was to immediately cease.
Satisfied with the work of the royal attendant, he thanked her and bid her to leave him be. Looking opposite of the room, he noticed that the door to the clothing cabinet was slightly ajar, revealing his 'official' wedding attire. It was just as white as it had been on the day of the wedding nearly 8 months ago. Traditionally, it was the bride that wore a white dress, but in this unique situation, it was the prince that wore a royal white suit, and the Orc Queen wore a gleaming suit of armor. There was a great number of people present, both human and otherwise. The ceremony was surprisingly traditional, but it was simply for the sake of appearances.
The following evening, a much more lengthy, and private ceremony was held in orc fashion where only about 6 or 7 individuals were present. The prince was dressed simply in a loin cloth to hide his privates, and the orc queen the same. The orc wedding involved a lot of chanting and exchange of wine to signify the union of two individuals. Even the prince had to admit, the orc ceremony was much more intimate and personal compared to the traditional human wedding. The consummation of the union was nearly as intimate as the orc wedding ceremony, although not quite as immediate as would be expected.
Breaking from his reverie, a sudden knock on the door of the royal bedchamber registers on his eardrums. Acknowledging the individual requesting entrance, the prince verbally gives his consent and his wife enters the room. As the orc queen enters the royal bedchambers, she is forced to duck her head upon entering the doorway for fear of hitting the top of the opening. Dressed in her shining, almost chrome royal armor, she is a vision that would intimidate even the most battle hardy soldier.
With the orc queen past the threshold and the door closed behind her, she addresses the prince, "Hello my husband. I trust you are doing well?" making sure to give a bow out of respect to the young man who bested her in single combat on their wedding night.
Struggling to get to his feet, the young prince attempts to return the bow, but ends up simply providing a small courtesy, much like a woman. "Welcome back my Queen. Both of us seem to be doing well. You have been away for nearly half a season now."
As the young prince sits back down on the bed, the much larger orc closes the distance between them in only a few steps. "Ruling a kingdom can be very time consuming, but you already know that, don't you my prince."
Kneeling before her mate so that their heads are roughly at the same level, the queen gently runs her calloused fingers on either side of the prince's face, and slowly comes in for a kiss. Temporarily frozen by the action, the prince experiences the same slight tingle in his lips he felt when the marriage was consummated. With a slight moan, the young man parts his mouth and allows the larger tongue of his wife to enter his mouth. As the unlikely pair passionately kiss like long lost lovers, they allow their hands to explore the upper torso of the other. While the queen revels in touching her mate for the first time in half a season, the prince's touch is frustratingly interrupted by the she-orc's armor.
With a groan, Glasha breaks the embrace both from frustration at the fact that she still has her armor on, and the fact that her lower extremities are getting increasingly constricted in said armor. "If we don't stop this now husband, we might get a little bit too rough in the bed, and we can't be too zealous when you are so far along with child."
Before the prince can respond, the familiar movement in his belly begins once again, as if sensing the other half of its parentage nearby. With great care, the queen carefully lifts up the hem of the pseudo maternity dress the prince is wearing, and places her green hands on the distended white skin of her mate. The prince's belly has stretch marks on the outside, and a dark tan line running directly down its center. As the unborn child within calms, the she orc stands and addresses her mate. "The journey for me has been long and hard, and I am need of a bath my fighting prince. I trust that my custom made wash tub is still present?"
