We've been at odds with the orcs for a millennia, or more. My father, the late king, fought against them in a couple of squabbles, but we haven't been at open war since my great grandfather's times.
It has always been said that orcs are nasty and evil creatures. From a strip of green to yellow skin, their huge, muscular bodies and lethal tusks are a big menace to the survival of humankind. Their bloodshot, red eyes hold the anger of the Devil, and they torture and kill any being with goodness in their hearts they catch.
We're always reminded that if they were as industrially advanced as we are, we'd stand no chance.
The reality is very different. I saw my first orc up close at 19, shielded from the world as the Prince.
She was a green skinned orc. Taller than my dad, she was still young, like me. Her tusks split her thick lips open, white, beautiful and yes, pointy.
Her braided hair moved with grace at every one of her confident steps. Bulging arms, strong back, powerful limbs. She had the body of a goddess.
She had light green eyes, a wide nose and pointy ears. A couple of scars, one on her naked shoulder, a smaller one on her cheek. I remember she noticed me and smiled while passing by with her mother, the Chieftain.
She was of the same tone of skin. Bigger, burlier, with more scars and a more fierce and serene gaze, hardened by war and important decisions. Her hair was long, tied in an intricate high ponytail.
Eyes were amber, as stunning and piercing as her daughter's. A bigger, straight nose and larger tusks covered her face.
She was more covered than her daughter, but her mighty abdominal muscles covered by a scarce strip of dark hair that crawled down to under her pants were on display for everyone to see.
Both of them ridiculed any human around, by size and attitude. I remember my confusion at having a crush on the one I was supposed to fear and hate.
I didn't tell anyone, of course, but mother knew. She always knows.
The Chieftain was a leader of one of the strongest tribes of the orc land in the south. She was the loudest orc pushing for peace, despite being born a prodigy for violence, with that body.
That visit started changing people's minds. Seeing the "enemy" up close, reserved but kind, fair and, let's say it, beautiful, softened some of our hearts.
Now that my mother is the Queen Regent, negotiations are faster than ever. Seeing an orc up close, while disconcerting to most, is at least accepted. There are even interracial couples holding hands around.
You see, orcs are all women. Women with penises. Large ones, at that. Or that's what they say.
They need to procreate with other species. From what I've heard, it's mostly goblins. Those thick shortstacks seem to be very fertile, and they have coupled with orcs from ancient times. Orc genetics are very potent, so their offspring are close to 100% orcs too.
Some people, mostly the elderly, are flabbergasted seeing human girls, or guys, holding hands and kissing around those big tusks.
I blame the Chieftain's daughter, but I get flustered every time I see an orc. At the time, and out of decorum, I didn't check anything other than their gorgeous faces and muscular bodies, but now, every time I see an orc around, I can't help but check on their ample butts, big rack and, most of all, those curved bulges swaying around under their tribal clothes.
I've masturbated plenty of times fantasizing about them. How one would catch me, pin me down and... have her way with me. I'm not proud. As the future leader of my land, I am supposed to be strong and incorruptible.
So there's more and more orcs around. Mother has been hinting all week about an important visit today. Her eyes told me there was something else. I've been a nervous train wreck since then.
I've been called and am just about to enter the throne room. The brawny guards salute and open the heavy doors.
I walk inside. There are several groups gathered, less than half of them human.
"And it's for the greater good, for all of us, to-. Oh, dear!" Mother interrupts her discourse to greet me. Her protocol disappears when I'm around.
Everyone turns around and stares at me. Looks of admiration, curiosity and... lust? Orcs surround the room. Faces I've never seen. And there's them.
The Chieftain stays the same, maybe some wrinkles around the eyes. Her daughter... She's beautiful. Her face has turned more mature. Less youthful eyes, with more knowledge. Her curves have pronounced, and the... member between her legs is curved down due to the clothing, waiting to be-
"My dear. Are you there?" Mother knocks on my head jokingly, earning some laughs.
Both orcs are smirking now, definitely noticed where my gaze wandered. I swallow saliva and nod.
"Good morning, everyone," I greet the room, trying to hold onto my prince's pride.
Aria approaches us. She's my childhood friend, her mother friend of mine. An oriental girl, coming from a kingdom with many riches, she has beautiful, dark slandered eyes, a tiny snub nose and strong features.
She's petite and slim. Of a more reserved nature, I pulled her arm to go on our adventures through the castle, and admittedly got her in more trouble than she'd like, but she's always had a soft heart for me. Honestly, I don't know how she stands me.
"Hey, Aria!" I smile, forgetting we are in a formal meeting.
She smiles, clears her throat and we join the gathering, next to my mom and hers. Sadly, her dad died of a strange illness long ago. Maybe that's why she's so close to me.
As my mother gives a heartfelt speech, Aria puts me up to date. They're talking about laws to protect non-humans and towards peace. It's a first.
"And so, due to my son, the future king of Strongland, having arrived, I'll proceed to the big news," after a moment of tension, she proceeds to say it. "My son is to be wed with Shel, from the Arid Planes!"
She smiles and lots of people cheer. All orcs. Some pat the young orc on the back, who's piercing me with her emerald eyes.
The humans are perplexed, some furious. Aria and our mothers try to calm them down, but an old noble called Odel starts berating the Chieftain and her daughter. He is commanded out of the room by the Queen, before the orcs eat him alive.
Mother does a good job calming everyone down, and the talk follows. My face is half white, half red. I wouldn't be surprised if Aria pointed out steam is coming out of my ears.
Shel. So that's her name. She looks at me and winks, acting like the cheerful girl I remember passing by me, leaving a trail of her freshly worked out scent behind as she grinned.
I blush and try to listen to mother. This concerns me.
"So my son, the Prince, will court miss Shel Urdak. They are welcome to stay for as long as they want. This is their home, just as much as ours," she finishes, holding the Chieftain's hand.
The orc's hand triples my mother's size, and she holds it up, as a sign of victory. Victory for peace, I hope.
* * * * *
Mother orders a nice feast for midday. The orcs don't have our manners at the table. It's so fun, seeing Aria mind boggled watching them devour a whole chicken with their hands.
Mother is amused. She gives me her look. From her, I move my sight to my... future wife? Grease falling from her tusks, veins popping on her forearms as she holds her piece of meat. The chicken, I mean!
What is she going to do to me on the wedding night? It's something that wanders my mind. I get shivers thinking about it. I always thought I'd get married to Aria.
I look at her. She was just staring at me, but she looks away, to the beautiful scenery outside the window. She's behaving weird.
Mid eating, Shel stands up and walks around the big, rectangular presidential table. As she waits next to me, the human noble sitting beside me stands up reluctantly, and sits somewhere else.
She is still chugging white and brown, and swallows before talking.
"So!" she initiates loudly, making me jump in my seat, "we're going to be married, huh?"
"Y-yeah... I just found out," I answer, checking on my mother, who is now talking to the Chief while glaring at us.
"My mother is the same. She decides for me. Not like I mind. You're a cutie, you know?" her dirty fingers touch my arm, escalating towards my neck.
I'm so nervous I'd flinch, but I am really eager to get closer to my... fiancee. It sounds so weird.
I make small talk, with her dominating the conversation, making clear it's how it's going to go the rest of our lives. I can't believe my life has changed so much in a couple of hours.
She smells just like I remembered, only stronger. She has grown a bit of that abdominal tuft, and her underarms have a few soft hairs too. That's all the body hair she has and, according to the rest of the semi-naked orcs, that's how it normally is.
I like her body so much. I can't believe my taste is so different to "normality". Anyone in the kingdom would kill to have someone like Aria. Me too, sure. But... this orc right here. She's so exciting. So new. So tough. Her presence alone tingles me down there like no one has before. And I'm the Prince, women have approached me.
"So do you work that bubble butt, or is it just genetics?" she asks.
I almost spit my soup. I choke and cough with my mouth closed. Shel makes me stand up, holds me from behind, and starts pressing my stomach. Between strokes, her bulge hits my behind, and I notice it swelling.
I manage to swallow properly, and tap her arm so she stops.
I say I'm fine, but mother sends me to my room, concerned, and tells the servers to send me some shredded chicken, since I can't eat properly today.
Aria comes with me and sits on my bed. She stares at me, as I roam around my room.
"I can't believe you're going to marry her," she mutters.
"Me neither!" I exclaim, not realizing that her lip is twitching.
"You won't even have kids! I thought you'd be mine someday..."
"Me t-. Wait, what?" I blush alongside her.
It seemed obvious that we would end up together eventually, but I didn't even know she wanted it.
I sit on the bed, slowly checking on her, and I notice finally. She is sad. I hug her, and tell her nothing has to change.
"Yes! Everything changes! You are hers now! No more talking until the early hours of the morning, no more hanging out in the market, no more..."
"Hey, hey, hey," I interrupt her, hands on her shoulders. "I said NOTHING has to change. She seems nice, and I know she'll be fine with our friendship."
"And what if I want more than a friendship?" she stares at me with her profound eyes and, before I can speak, kisses me.
"Well, well, well!" Shel has quietly sneaked into my room, despite her size, and has her arms crossed next to it.
Aria quickly breaks away: "Wait, this is-"
"Exactly what it looks like," the orc moves from the wall, green quads tensing with every step she takes closer. "It seems I ruined your little fun with this improvised wedding, huh?" she sits in between us, making us move away hastily.
"No, it's fine," I grumble.
