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I am so sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out. I have had a lot happen over the last few months, getting a new job, losing that job, temporarily moving back in with my parents until this whole COVID-19 fiasco dies down and I can move safely back to NYC. I hope everyone out there is staying safe. I'm back to writing everyday while I'm social distancing, so hopefully the next chapter will come out within a week or two. Thank you so much to everyone who wrote me emails. I'll try to get back with everyone. I've just been--to use a word that appears often in these stories lol--overwhelmed.
This chapter is particularly kinky, incorporating multiple body fluids, humiliation and some BDSM elements. If that's not your scene, be wary. You might want to skip this installment (although it is important for the plot so skip at your own peril!). I hope you all enjoy :)
Chapter 5
My dreams were strange.
Miles of what I surmised was desert stretched all around me, dry heat baking the dunes of sand beneath the orange skies. It was so hot, my feet scalding as I paced forward as naked as the day I'd been born. The wind whipped the white sand into a frenzy, the tiny particles clawing at my skin, burnishing my flesh raw and red. I didn't know how much longer I could last out here, all of the water rapidly evaporating from my burning body. I was so thirsty. It felt like I had swallowed fire. My lips were desiccated, the skin chapped and broken. Even my eyes started to film over, the scene in front of me growing all the more blurry as I took step after labored step. Buffeted and boiled alive, I finally collapsed, embracing the blackness that waited behind my eyelids.
And then a voice came sounding over the whistling of the wind, a voice so deep and sonorous it caught my flickering attention.
"Do you wish to die, beautiful one?"
A flash of fear that withered and died cast over my mind. Who was this voice?
"Say the word, and I will take you into that black abyss."
Did it really matter? He offered death, and that sounded so inviting. No more pain. No more thirst. No more burning heat.
"No one would blame you, though you would be missed."
Who would miss me? I was the seventh son. What use was I to the wider world? My family would move on, and then I would be forgotten, like every prince lost to time. To whom was I special? To whom was I loved... wait...
"Life is full of pain."
Uruk...
Uruk would miss me. To Uruk I was special. To Uruk I was loved.
"If you choose to live you will have to bear much pain. I will not be able to spare you from it."
I couldn't leave him, could I? Him and... the baby.
"It is your choice, fair one. Do you wish to die?"
"No," I croaked.
Silence was my answer. I wondered if he had heard me. I could barely speak, could barely breathe. Perhaps I had come to my answer too late. I prayed, prayed for salvation with the last effort I could muster.
A shadow moved over me, and I thought it the spectre of death. My eyes too dry for tears, my throat too parched for wails, I had no way to release my sorrow. I did not want to die. I did not want to leave Uruk.
"Good," said the voice, before arms as warm as the sand lifted me up, cradled me into a hard, furry chest that felt so familiar.
"Uruk?" I rattled.
"No," said the voice, "but I love you no less."
I tried to make out his shape, but my eyes were too weak, my vision too blurry. He moved closer to me, blocking the orange sun from my eyes.
"Kiss me," he purred.
What? I couldn't do that, didn't want to. I had a husband now, one who... well one who certainly appreciated me. I couldn't do that to Uruk.
"I do not think your husband would begrudge his lord a kiss from your sweet lips, fair one."
His lord? Who was Uruk's lord? Uruk was crown prince, on his way towards becoming a king. He had no lord, did he?
"Who are you?" I croaked.
"I have many names," he answered, "the Lord of the Desert, the High King of Drizaguul, Mover of Mountains, Shaker of the Sky, Prince of the Cave, the Black Sun, the Orc Father, but I doubt these mean anything to you, gentle human."
He was right. The titles were mythic, no doubt, but I had never heard them before.
"You have not yet been introduced to my worship, but you have heard my supplicants call to me."
Worship? Was he some kind of god?
"I am Orcus."
I remembered the chanting of Uruk's brothers. Uruk. Orcus. Orcus the Orc Father. Orcus the Orc... god.
"Wha--" I started to say before losing myself to a fit of coughing.
"Shhh shhh shhh!" he said pressing his finger to my dry lips. "There will be time for questions later. You are dying. It's an unfortunate side effect of the claiming. I can cure you, but you must do as I say."
"Anything," I whispered.
He smiled, or at least I think he smiled. He was still mostly a shadowy blur, a black cloud.
"Kiss me."
I tarried. "Anything but that."
"Loyal even in the face of death," he purred, stroking the hair from my face.
It was bizarre, I knew. Dying of some creeping poison and saying nay to the antidote, but still...
"I belong to him," I wheezed. "He's my husband. I could never..."
It was so hard to breathe, so hard to not fade into the shadow that encroached me, the black kiss of death.
"You could never betray him," Orcus finished for me.
I nodded weakly.
He paused, rocking me gently in his arms like a father would, cradling me close to his breast. Grazing his fingers against my forehead, he drew away the drops of sweat that coated my smooth skin, lifting them up to his lips before devouring them.
"So sweet," he mused. "I wonder now, fair one, what your cunt tastes like."
I barely heard what he said, but I could feel his hand as it travelled down my stomach, gently running over my cock and balls, which swelled despite my wishes at his touch, before rounding the bend of my round, sunburned cheeks to invade the blossom within.
"Don't!" I croaked, trying to wriggle away, but with what little strength I had left I knew it would be useless. He was a god, and I was close to death. What hope did I have to dissuade him? Still, defenseless as I was, I wouldn't go down without a fight.
I slapped him, with what force that probably amounted to a feather caught in a breeze striking stone. Just like my husband, it only made him laugh.
"You would seek to strike me? A god? You are a marvel," he roared. Grabbing my hand, with what I did not know, he brought it to his lips. "I just wanted a taste of your cunt, but your flesh will do, too."
"No! Don't!"
Unlike my husband, the god made true on his threats. He bit down, and as he bit down the fog in my eyes, the dessert in my mouth, the decay in my limbs and the fever in my brain all began to lessen, my senses began to reawaken, reawaken to the overwhelming pain of my hand being gnawed.
I screamed. I screamed and writhed, but I could not break free, couldn't even budge in his strong grip, couldn't do anything but make him chuckle. His visage steadily came into focus, the image of his dark mouth nursing and sucking on my bloody hand like a vampire. Blacker and taller and infinitely more regal and demonic than anything I had ever seen, the god hovered over me, my head against his stony, furry breast. The hairs scratching against my cheek held the luster of spun gold but the feel and the sweat and the smell of a powerful orc, almost like that of my husband. His powerful, square, masculine jaw, the leathery, upturned nose with flaring nostrils, cheek bones so high and defined they looked like they'd been hand carved out of stone, and feral, lupine eyes, as red as the blood leaking from his purple lips, rounded out the features of his face, the only part of him I'd really noticed, mostly because it was the only part actively killing me.
Like the spit of my husband, the God's tongue soothed and numbed the pain, but unlike my husband's it did not stop the bleeding. Growing paler, my body becoming more ghost than flesh, I tried to cry out, to make him stop his gluttonous hematophagy, but he only chuckled, chuckled and moaned, like he was savoring some delicious feast. I wailed with newfound tears, pummeling him with my free arm, until...
Blackness.
I was now in a throne room, or more accurately the shadow of one. There was no light source that I could see, and yet the elements of the room were visible, hues of red and black and silver. The centerpiece, a chair, if it could even be called that, looked like it was constructed from the bones of a meteorite. Less constructed than leftover, as if the natural process of erosion had shaped the throne more than any hand living. All of the other furniture was just as crude, sticking out of the pitch black walls like stalagmites from a cave. I wondered if the room was a cave. The walls were less stone than sediment, dotted with sparkling veins of gold and rubies. Only if it were a cave, there didn't seem to be any exit, any hint of the surface, of the sun.
I was still naked, and ungodly pale, though my wrists were unmarked. Had I died in the arms of that demon? Was this the underworld?
"No," said a voice I instantly recognized. "You aren't dead, not yet, anyway, though you should be. Hitting a god," he clicked his tongue while his finger ticked mockingly, "if you weren't so scintillating I'd have to teach you a lesson."
Orcus came out from behind the throne, half-concealing a lecherous grin as he eyed me. "I still might. It all depends. Are you willing to behave?"
I swallowed, the image of this monster guzzling on my blood still freshly imprinted on my retinas. As terrified as I was, indignation won out in the end.
"That depends," I said, "are you going to try and rape me again?"
"Rape you?!" he roared with laughter, eyes tearing over with resplendent mirth. Why, I did not know. "Is that what you thought I was going to do?"
What? But... how had it been anything else?
"You stuck your finger up my ass!"
"I merely wanted a taste of your cunt," he said, unfazed. "If I wanted more I would have had you begging for it. Don't get hasty, little human, you aren't ready for my cock just yet."
I couldn't help but notice how long his loincloth extended.
"I want nothing to do with you or your cock," I spat, still staring in horror at the aforementioned cock. "Send me back to my husband."
He opened his mouth and emitted a sound that was more like a thunderclap than a shout, and though I wanted to run with everything that made me human, something new held me to my spot.
Running his hand along the rounded walls, he walked one corner of the elliptical room. "Do you know where you are, little human?"
I looked up the domed walls of sediment, down to the misshapen divans and couches. "No."
"This is my domain. From these very walls I carved out the first of Uruk's ancestors, and from this chamber I have watched over the life of everyone, some, like your husband, more closely than others."
I looked over to the wall half-expecting a newly crafted orc to pop out of the black rocks like some wind-up tinker toy. "Why did you bring me here?"
He turned, long nails still scraping at the sediment, and fixed me with a sneer. "It's funny how much reverence and respect you admonish on your own petty royalty, and yet in the presence of a supreme being you command me as if I was a lowly servant."
He did have a point. If any of the priests I'd grown up with had seen the way I was addressing a god they would have had an apoplexy from the shock. Still none of them had ever been bled nearly to death by one.
"I show respect to those who deserve it," I said, folding my arms across my chest with an emphatic humph.
He laughed. "And what, little human, would I need to do to earn your..." he made as if to adjust his loin cloth, the thick, meaty head, as wide around as a flask of mead, and about as long, came into view just below his knees, "... respect."
The image of his monster cock required more time than I'd like to admit to process, and though I stumbled with my words, thinking what animal or monster could take a cock so large, I eventually found an answer.
"For starters, you could try not kidnapping me!"
"Kidnapping?!" he roared with a hearty laugh. "Fair one, Urukhal, I have no intention of kidnapping you. Think of this more as a curative treatment."
Curative treatment?
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean," he said, crossing to the center of the room, "is that this place is the only one where death would not take you. It is only here that I hold absolute dominion, even over life and death. This is the only place where you can stay alive. Until I give you my cure."
I took in a quick short breath and began to lose myself even more to emotion.
"You did this to me!" I shouted. "You drank my blood. You made me this pale thing." I raised my arm and waved it in front of me. "I'm a ghost, aren't I?"
He laughed at that, just like everything else. My thoughts and feelings were jokes to orc kind apparently.
"You should have just kissed me. Then this whole ordeal would have been over like that," he snapped his fingers, "but now we have to go about this the old way, the way I taught to the orcs back when bedding boy brides was a right of all of my progeny instead of just a chosen few, a way they have since forgotten, and a good thing to, for it is quite a gruesome ordeal. You've already been through the worst of it and more or less survived. The rest is merely," he reached down to scratch at his loincloth, and I saw the head of his monster tool once again, "unpleasant."
"I'm not having sex with you!"
Sitting upon the throne, the black chair reassembled under his touch, giving way to a thing of elegance. Cut of onyx and molded bones, the seat was beautiful and terrifying, much like him. At the crown of the throne were skulls of creatures I did not recognize, ones with hollow cavities that seemed to have once held screams trapped in perpetual agony. It would have been enough to chill my blood had I had any, but now, with nothing much left to lose, I stood my ground firmly in the face of an assailant who could kill me more easily than I could close my eyes.
"Are you saying that you would rather die than mate with me, little human?" he asked, a quizzical expression on his face.
"Yes," I spat back at him, and I meant it. It didn't matter what he promised me. I was married, and I would not break my vows to Uruk for any god.
"So you would cast forth the life of the child inside you, throw away all of Uruk's hopes and dreams for a life with you because of a vow, a vow consecrated by me?"
At first it seemed easy. Yes, of course the answer was yes, but every time I reflected on it it seemed more and more complicated. Why was I so ready to deny a god because of a vow? I had made and broken countless promises in my life, and had rarely ever faced consequences. Was it because of my love for Uruk? If I loved him, wouldn't it make more sense that I would do everything I could to go back to him? With a child in my belly, didn't I owe it to him to stay alive?
"You can't think of just yourself anymore," said Orcus from his throne. "You're a bride and a mother now. Your husband and your child must be your first priorities, not foolish pride."
He was right, of course, and in my heart I knew that I would do anything for Uruk and the baby, even if it meant breaking our marriage vow. I had to stay alive, not for me, but for them. But still, I didn't need to admit that to him.
He waited for me to respond, but I never did.
"You've proven more difficult than any bride I've ever had to deal with," he said. "Most of my kings wanted kind and gentle wives, but Uruk wanted someone he could tame. It looks to me that he has not been up to the task, at least not completely. Now it seems that I must rectify the situation."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked. What was he going to do to me?
"Nothing," he answered. "Now, little love, what is the common courtesy extended to royalty? Oh yes. A bow."
What? Was he being serious?
"I am the god here, aren't I?" he asked. "And you, a mere mortal, should you not bow to me, as a good supplicant should?"
I was not about to bow to this murderous asshole.
"You know I don't have to cure you," he said, examining his cuticles. "You could just stay here and rot, with no one but me for company."
Fine! I made a quick little half bow and then stood back up.
"There, oh great one. Are you happy now?"
He smirked. "A little lower I think."
I huffed, but I took an even deeper bow, holding my head parallel to the ground for a few seconds.
"Better?" I asked with a frown.
"Even lower."
"How much lower do you want me? Do you want my hands and head to touch the ground? Do you want me on my hands and knees, oh Orcus, most reviled?"
"Most reviled, yes, I like that, and yes, little wife, seeing you on your knees would greatly please me."
Scumbag.
"Fine," I said, lowering myself to the ground, "is this better."
With a whistle and a sigh, two strange noises to be coming out of the mouth of a god, he answered, "Yes, much better."
I grumbled, unhappy to be doing the bidding of such a beast, but this was my husband's god, my god now. I guess I'd better get used to it.
"What now, mas--"
"You will speak when spoken to, little pet," he said, "and not before."
Little pet! I'd show him.
"Nah ah ah," he said, gesturing me back down as I tried to rise. "Stay."
I swear to gods, I'll kill him.
"Good girl," he said with a gleeful leer.
The bastard would pay. This was humiliating. I was a prince for gods' sake, not a dog!
"Do you know what your name means? Urukhal?"
I felt the weight of the torque around my neck where I had forgotten it before. Urukhal, of course I knew what it meant. Uruk's ... oh gods.
"Answer me, Urukhal," he commanded.
"Please!" I cried. "This is humiliating! Stop it, please!"
I was on the verge of tears, but my cries for help only seemed to please him more. I didn't know how much worse this could get, but if I'd learned anything from being Uruk's bride it was that there was no limit to orcish depravity.
"Urukhal, the answer, please," said Orcus.
"It's Uruk's bitch! Okay! Are you happy now?!"
And as I screamed my answer, my eyes wet with vengeful tears, I felt a new weight on my torque. A golden chain, heavy and glimmering in the darkness, connected my torque to his hand.
"Good girl," he said, his member growing out from under his breechclout like a colossus.
Dear gods, what was he going to do to me?!
"Shh shh shh," he said as I jerked back, choking myself on my collar, grabbing a strong hold of the chain as my breath came back to me. "I'm not going to hurt my little princess. Now, be a good girl, and heel."
He started to pull the chain towards himself, reeling me in like a fish on a lure. I tried to resist him, but he was too strong. It was either come willingly or be choked, and though the former was detestable I did not want to hear or see his reaction to my choking.
I wouldn't look him in the eyes as I came to the edge of the throne. I wouldn't let him see how much damage he'd done.
"Good girl," he said as my head was almost touching his powerful calves. "Now, sit."
I sat, not because he told me, but because my knees were sore from the crawling. I still wouldn't look at him, but I saw his claw reaching down to me.
"Give me paw, girl," he said.
I'd had enough. "I'm not a dog, you son of a bi--"
I was blindsided by the sweep of his hand across my face. Though I'm sure he'd given what to him was just a gentle tap, the power of his slap still sent me sprawling across the slick floor. I brought my hand to my cheek once I could breathe again, feeling the tender, black and blue welt that was forming. It felt like I might have broken a tooth. I even spit out a little blood.
"Insolence from a bitch will not be tolerated," he said. "Do you hear me?"
I tried to pick myself up, back onto my hands and knees at least, but then he yanked the chain until I couldn't breathe again.
"Do you hear me?!"
"Yes!" I called back, coughing and hoarse.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Orcus."
"No! Not Orcus," he said.
Well what in blue blazes did he want me to call him?
"What am I to you? Hmm? What do you call someone who holds your chain?"
Oh dear gods.
"Yes, master." I said, finding it extremely difficult not to weep.
"Good," he said, lounging back in his throne. "Good girl."
I sat there for a moment, silently hating him until he began pulling on my collar again.
"Come here, girl. I have something for you. Something to drink. I know you must be thirsty."
While I was thirsty, I wasn't about to lap up water from a bowl on the floor like some mongrel.
In hindsight, I wish it had just been that.
Gazing at the floor I didn't notice him pull at his crotch, nor did I see him aiming his gargantuan cock at the space between my hands, but I did hear, and I did see what happened next.
He pissed right in front of me.
I jerked back, but he was quick with the chain, choking and pulling me down until my face collapsed in the puddle of golden urine.
"Lap it up, like a good little pup."
There was no room for me to pull away, he had the chain pulled tight and low, but I swore to every god I'd ever heard of I would not drink his piss.
"No," I spat, trying to distance my face as much as I could from the strong smelling liquid.
He frowned. "Then I'm going to have to punish you."
Quick as lightning he was up on his feet, his arm extended above his head, the chain just as close to his hand as it had been on the floor, with me dangling on my golden noose below. I flailed, trying to grab hold of something, anything to open up my windpipe, but I couldn't, for part of the chain had caught around my arms and held them locked behind me. In agony, I writhed like a fish out of water, flopping and flailing. Just as the room was beginning to fade into utter blackness, when all of the breath was about to exit my body, he dropped me back into the piss. He gave me a few minutes to get my breathing under control. My neck was badly bruised, and every breath I took in ached. I didn't think I would survive another hanging.
"How about now, girl?" he said, pushing my face back into the urine, which was still somehow warm.
Every breath a struggle, my face soaked with urine and tears, I had no fight left in me. He'd won, just as he'd surely known that he would. I'd drink his piss.
I didn't say anything, just stuck out my tongue and lapped at the piss like a dog.
The taste was not what I was expecting. Salty and warm, it was unlike anything I'd ever tasted, and though I knew I should have been revolted, I wasn't. I wanted more.
I started lapping up more and more of the piss, the taste growing better and better with every lick. A thirst overwhelmed me, and I found myself shoveling the piss down my throat, cupping and licking with my hands and tongue, and with every drop I swallowed my breathing became easier, the pain in my neck and back diminished, and the thirst grew more ravenous. Soon I'd licked the floor completely clean.
"Do you want some more, girl?" he asked, the chain loose in his hands. He didn't need that to control me anymore, not now, not when all I wanted was more piss.
An inner battle waged within me, as my rational mind tried to reason with this newfound desire, but like in every encounter I'd had with an orc, the desire won out in the end. I didn't care if it made me look like a dirty slut, a dog, a bitch. I wanted more piss.
"Yes, master," I said and sat on my haunches like a hound.
He ripped off his loin cloth to expose the full beauty and gargantuan mass that was his godhood. At least eighteen inches long and as thick as a tankard. It was as terrifying as it was inspirational. The black flesh, now soft, showed just how powerful the god was. Looking at his massive cock, I found it hard to believe I'd ever thought I'd stood a chance against him.
"I'm not going to fuck you," he said, and I sighed in relief. It would kill me now, let alone when it was fully hard, although I would like to see it hard.
"Maybe someday," he said, pushing his talons through my hair, curving around to grip my chin. "You are really quite a beauty. After the transformation you'll be a radiant queen. The best possible match for the strongest orc in millenia."
Uruk?
"Yes," he said. "Your husband has been thrice blessed. You are his fourth and final blessing. A seventh son of princely status. You were fated to wed him, fate that I helped push along, but your mind is lost to lust now. There will be time aplenty to learn of the planets, fortune and divinity. Now, we need to satisfy your thirst. Grab onto my cock girl. Kiss the head, and I'll grant you a wish."
I did as he said, grasping hold of his cock with both hands, my fingertips barely touching. There was no way I could fit the tip into my mouth, but he hadn't said to do that. All he'd asked was to kiss it, and that's what I did, bringing my lips to the very tip.
I'd heard of kisses being explosive in a figurative sense, kisses that had stirred up such sudden and profound emotion that they were like an ignition, a firework, an emotional bomb. This was not that. I hadn't even had a chance to register a single emotion other than the apprehension I'd had for pressing my lips to a cock for the first time when, with no warning, I was blasted backwards by the force of the stream of liquid shooting out of his cock. Completely soaked, unable to open my eyes, it wasn't until some of the fluid had passed my open lips that I knew what it was. I was utterly covered, from every hair on my head to all ten toes, in piss.
"Fuck!" I yelled.
"How do you like your gift?"
"FUCK!"
My skin was sizzling with the warm liquid, like a thousand kisses, the wetness receding after that initial shock, seeping into my skin, causing me to glow with a golden hue. My hands, my feet, my torso, my sex, all gilded now, stained in gold.
And yet still, even after being soaked with urine, I wanted more.
"Are you still thirsty, girl?"
"Yes," I panted, as I felt my tongue drying as my body did, miraculously quickly.
"Then come here," he said, shaking his dick. "Let me coat your insides as I've coated your outsides. Then a radiant, golden angel you will truly be."
I crawled back to him, not knowing why I'd chosen to continue acting like a dog when he hadn't commanded me. It certainly wasn't because I liked it, or, at least, that's what I told myself. In truth ever since Uruk had married me I was less and less sure I even knew what I liked, as time and again I was proven wrong. Still I held onto whatever notion of certainty I had left, if for nothing else than to stave off the madness my situation was inspiring in me.
Kneeling before him once more, my hands around his dick, I prepared for yet another blast, but unlike the first time, the stream that hit my tongue was not explosive, just a strong, warm, steady flow like water from a fountain. I gulped down mouthful after mouthful, licking the slit of his mammoth head to make sure I got every drop. After several minutes of slurping and swallowing, my stomach aching from being so filled, I still felt thirsty. When was this thirst going to go away.
"Turn around girl," he said, taking his dick from my grasping hands, splashing my face with his stream. "You won't be able to reach everywhere that needs to be reached just from drinking. Let me fill you up from your other hole."
The fear on my face at the thought of that monster invading my tight passage must have been obvious, for with a conciliatory pat on my cheek, he told me, "I'm not going to stick it all in you. I'm just going to open you up a little with my spit and spray your insides. Now turn around. I'm not going to ask you again."
I did as he said, though not without apprehension, not without the image of that monster cock pummeling my insides to a pulp, dragging my ass out with it. The fact that I was rock hard didn't mean I wasn't afraid. Fear and excitement were often joined at the hip when dealing with orcs. Eventually he tired of my skittish pace and picked me up and placed me as he saw fit, face to the ground and ass on high.
"Now I've got to open you up. This shouldn't hurt, but it might feel... odd." he said from above my ass.
Good gods, what was he going to do? And damn it, why did being handled by this monster cause my cock to leak?
"Haven't you figured it out, girl? You're a bitch for orc cock. You crave it in every form you can get it, you little slut. In your pussy, down your throat, you don't care so long as you've got orc cock to service and orc piss and cum to fill you up. You were born to be an orc bitch. Your destiny, it's embedded in your very bones. Listen to your body and say it is not so."
I wanted to object, but I couldn't, not when everything he said felt... right. Had this been my fate my whole life? I'd never been any good as a prince. I wasn't scholarly. I hadn't the patience for statecraft. I wasn't any good in a fight. All I'd really had were my looks and my skills at conversation, all things in human society that were female traits, but not amongst orcs. Amongst orcs there were no women to do such things. There were only men, men like me.
"The sooner you figure this out, the sooner your life will turn to bliss. Orcs worship their bitches so long as they serve them in their greatest need... to breed."
I felt a spurt of precum shoot out of my cock at the thought of breeding. Whether or not it was my destiny, I certainly did enjoy it.
"Now hold still, and let your new god service your pussy."
Service? What did he mean by--
But no sooner than I had thought to object I felt his firm grasp kneading and parting my ass in a way that was so pleasurable I couldn't object. He'd told me he wouldn't fuck me. Anything else was fair game at this point, so long as it felt good, and this felt very, very good.
"Fuck," he said, fingering my pussy, "such a hot snatch. Let me have a taste."
Wha--
His hands holding me perfectly still, I felt his long, forked tongue dance across my pussy lips, and I shuddered despite myself, letting out a moan. And then, just as my mind was coming down from the high of the god's lick, I felt the odd sensation of a blast of air in my lower intestines.
"Delicious," he said, licking his lips. "It has been too long since I've had any pussy to eat. You're open now girl. Open enough at least to take in my head."
How was that possible?! His cock was huge! There was no physical way for my asshole to open that wide.
"Seeing is believing," he said before flipping me over onto my back and raising my ass enough for me to see the gaping, puckering hole where my anus had once been.
"Fuck!" I said, running my fingers over the open cavern that was my anal cavity.
"Don't worry, it will go back to normal as soon as we're done. You need not make Uruk feel inferior. You'll still be tight for your husband and all the other orcs you'll service."
All the other? What did he mean by all the other?
"Now hold your legs back like a good bitch and let your master come inside."
Something about seeing that beautiful monster with his huge, swinging meat, now almost completely hard, made all of my other concerns vanish. There was only him and me here, a master and his bitch doing whatever this god intended.
"Good girl," he said before dribbling a load of spit onto my pussy, causing the engorged inner lips to open.
Kneeling between my open legs, he lined up the head of his massive member with my cavernous hollow, and with a grunt he breached me.
"FUCK!" I screamed in sudden pain as he opened my still somehow too tight asshole.
"Fuck!" he echoed, but in ecstasy instead of pain, and I felt him feed more of his cock into me. I tried to writhe away, screaming and crying, begging him to stop, but he only laughed.
"It would be so easy to take you --- fuck! So good! -- now, but, but I promised you I wouldn't, and I am true to my word, however tempting breaking it might be."
He pulled back, pulling part of me with him, but there was no more pain, and as I breathed deeply I assured myself that there was no permanent damage done. He'd said so himself, and I had no choice but to trust him.
"Now to fill you up with Orc God piss."
His stream was powerful, and after filling up my anal cavity I could feel the fluid entering my lower intestines. A white hot cramping was followed by a soothing, numbing delirium. I watched my belly begin to fill, from the bottom this time, and I knew that soon the fluid would reach my stomach. What would happen when the piss had made it past there? Would I drown?
"If you do nothing to stop it, yes," said Orcus, reaffirming my prior suspicion that he could read my mind, "but there's something you need to learn, little one. The bitch holds all the power."
What the hell did he mean by that?!
"Piss, little human, my new radiant bride, piss."
Was it that easy? Did my body really hold that power?
"You were made for this, Urukhal, even when you called yourself Ansel."
My name! He said my name! A name I would hold as a secret for the rest of my life. Maybe I did hold power, even in the dominion of a god. Maybe...
Releasing my bladder, what started out as a dribble had quickly turned into a geyser, one that Orcus greedily slurped at, as I did, too. At first it tasted different, human. That wasn't so odd, as it was my own urine, and I was human, but then, the taste changed until it was the same as his piss. I knew the secret of the transformation process! It was nothing but a --
"Fluid exchange," said Orcus. "Yes, my little princess, I have replaced your body's fluids with my own. Some through my vassals, though ordained by me, and some from my own flesh. All but your tears, sweat and spit, all of which are aphrodisiacs to my children, so I allow them to stay. Urine, semen and --"
I remembered what he'd done to me in the desert, what I'd thought at the time was the act of a carnivorous monster, a carrion creature. Now I knew it had meant so much more.
"Blood," I said. "You drained me of my blood, so now--"
"You will replace it with mine," he said.
My stomach turned at the mere suggestion. Drinking blood... it was nauseating to even think about.
"You humans didn't used to be so squeamish. Lorded up behind your high walls with your gods of order and benevolence. It's weakened you. You men devour flesh as do most other living creatures, flesh that is pumping with blood. You like your steaks bloody. You eat your blood sausages. What is so different?"
"Those are cooked!" I said.
"This is warm, too," he replied.
"I'm not a vampire!"
He grumbled. "Don't talk to me about vampires. Those leeches have killed off more of my sons than any human force ever has."
"Vampires are real?!"
"Yes, along with all of the other monsters from your fairytales, and if you don't do as I say I'll leave you to them. They'll be very upset that you've already been drained, but they might turn you. Then you'll be drinking blood all of the time. So what will it be, once, or everyday for the rest of your life."
Damnit! This was all too much to absorb. Vampires were real? Fairies? Pixies? Sprites? Changelings? Elves? Minotaurs? Hydra? How had this world of monsters and aberrations been so blessedly denied me until I'd married one? Good Gods, I'd do anything to avoid dealing with a vampire. Even if that meant engaging in an act they were accustomed to.
"Fine," I said with a grimace. "I'll do it. I'll drink your blood."
"I thought you would."
I swallowed back fear and bile, wondering why bile wasn't on the list of fluids to be exchanged while silently thanking the gods that it wasn't. The last thing I'd want to have to eat was vomit. Orcus smiled at me but said nothing. I supposed even orcs had their limits.
I wondered where he was going to make the cut. Would he have me drink from his neck like a vampire, or from his hand like I was cleaning a wound.
"From the same place and in the same way as you will feed your own offspring," he said. "Bite my breast."
I was stunned. My children would feed off of my blood?
"Correction," he said. "They feed from my blood."
"Out of my body!" I said. "Won't that be incredibly painful."
"Nonsense," he said. "You'll feel it as a pleasure. Remember how Uruk fed from your breast?"
He had, hadn't he? It had hurt at first, but his spit had numbed and titillated me, and cleaned the wound after, and in turn I'd bitten him, too. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
"Pain for a bitch is only ever a gateway to pleasure," he said. "Your body was made for ill use. You will not be broken."
I supposed he must be right. He was a god after all, and though many of the events that had happened to me since meeting Uruk had been either painful or very unpleasant, by the end I was always begging for more. Perhaps my fear and apprehension were needless and overstated for what in the end was always a deeply pleasurable experience. Maybe this, too, would be pleasant.
We were still on the ground, the harpoon head of his cock lodged in my cunt. As I began to sit up, he raised me into his arms like I was a rag doll, his cock never leaving my body. In fact, as he lifted me up, more and more of him began to slide into me, and we both shuddered at the sensual friction. He walked with me back over to the throne, cradling me in his arms like he'd done in the desert, as if I were a child, a child with a cock in his cunt that was sliding in and out with every step, dragging the sensitive nerves in his pussy along with it. Sitting us both down, more and more of him pushing into me, until practically all eighteen inches were nestled in my moist cave, me keening and moaning with him in tandem as every inch stretched my pussy to the breaking point, his mammoth erection breaching both of my sphincters, pulverizing his way deep into my intestines, which opened up for him just as every other part of my body had. His massive cockhead was now mere inches from my new womb, where Uruk's child was growing. Orcus, with heavy breath, pushed my face into his chest.
"Drink from me, like you would a mother, I who will be like a mother and a father both to you. Drink from me and become a queen. Drink from me and become eternal."
I didn't know what he meant about that eternal part, but I was too distracted by the scent of his hairy nipple and the tightness of his dick in my pussy to think about it much. An urge was beginning to inundate my mind, something primal, almost infantile. A hunger that came before thought, before words, before breath. I took a bite of the black, sinewy breast and found that hunger alighted by the taste of his blood, which, to my mind, was almost like milk. As I fed on him, guzzling the surprisingly pallid concoction that ran through his veins, suckling at his breast like a babe, I heard him moaning, felt him gently moving closer and closer to my womb as he rocked me, both with his arms and his pelvis. If I'd been able to put two and two together, to think about anything but the lifeforce passing my lips, I would have been appalled by the fact that he was breaking his promise, but I wasn't, and I continued to drink as he continued to slowly, deliberately fuck my pussy. While my mind may have been unaware of his intentions, my body wasn't, and I found myself clawing at him as he picked up pace. I moaned, almost choking on the blood as he increased his thrusts. Just as I was beginning to feel full, the hunger dying down, I heard a rattling in him like a kettle boiling. I unclenched my jaw from off of his teat and saw his face tightly wound in concentration. Before I could process what was going on he bellowed.
"I'M CUMMING!"
His face, his body, his cock all spasming as a million strong swimmers were shot directly into my womb.
I was furious, and just as my lips were opening for a scream, he kissed me, invading my mouth with his spicy tongue.
"I told you you should have just kissed me."
Fury with this monster drove me to do what I did. I closed my eyes and brought my fist against his cheek with every ounce of strength I had. I heard him cry out, which was not expected, in a strange and yet familiar voice. When I opened my eyes, I realized it wasn't Orcus that I hit.
"You're awake," said Uruk, massaging his jaw. "The transformation is complete."