The Orc and The Prince (Patreon)

Usual story of writing this one. On and off for a long time, big gal with skinny guy, finished half of it in one sitting. A barbarian lady orc gets the wrong message and grabs a prince to spend their “wedding night” together. Lots of assertive muscly monstergirl for y’all.

I think this was a suggestion a long time ago on some forum or comment section, but all I remember of it was “orc misses the point” written down in my idea list.

“Brave and lovely heroes, you have my deepest gratitude!” Prince Duke Valor praised the adventurers in front of him.

“Surely the kingdom would be in the clutches of the warlord Scarington without your aid! We are forever in your debt.”

The all-female party stared at him, looking unmoved by the handsome prince’s words. They had saved enough kingdoms and villages to know how this went.

“Sure did,” the elven archer summed up, barely listening in the first place. “But you can pay that debt, right? Like we agreed?”

“Absolutely. It’s all been arranged.” The young nobleman with his sleek golden locks and fine shirt and trousers stood up from his throne and gestured to an attendant. He and another hurried over carrying either end of a treasure chest. Its contents clinked loudly as they set it down in front of the party. The party’s warrior flicked it open with a boot and saw it loaded with gold and gems.

“I included a little extra. Plus the chest itself has some gold inlay, so you should get a bit more from that. But it is a cost I can afford with my lineage’s wealth,” Prince Duke went on.

“Great,” the armored amazon replied. She swept a hand through the coins, double checking that it wasn’t shallower than it looked before thumping it back shut.

“We’ll be on our way then, I suppose. The coin won’t spend itself,” their gnomish healer answered curtly.

“Oh but what’s the hurry?” the prince pressed on. “You are the heroes of the city! I should be hosting a ball in your honor.”

“We don’t do big parties,” the fighter replied. “Not our style.”

“I thought we were a party,” Skulla pointed out.

The huge and musclebound orc furrowed her brow, crossing her log-thick arms over her breasts. A thick mass of straight black hair with an irregular speckling of white like zebra fur framed her broad but pretty features if you watched for the tusks behind her pouty lips. The party barbarian didn’t both much with armor (or much clothing, for that matter) since she tended to annihilate anything in her way before it could hurt her.

“Other kind of party, Skulls,” the gnome corrected her patiently. Her lack of brains and social graces were more than worth keeping their muscle bimbo around. Plus, she was a blast to go drinking with.

“Oh I must insist! I have been looking for a bride myself, so it would be no inconvenience. Perhaps one of noble blood or otherwise…”

The prince smiled his brightest at the warrior. The runaway knight sighed and rolled her eyes, pretending she didn’t pick up on his hammy invitation.

“Of course, she wouldn’t even need to be human. A trophy wife of any race or faith would be welcomed and showered in riches.”

His gaze turned invitingly towards the healer. The gnome just frowned and tugged on her robes, trying to remain casual about hiding her plump cleavage.

“And if one were to be capable with a weapon, all the better! A princess and a bodyguard all in one, eh, good archer?”

“Wouldn’t know, your highness,” the elf answered wearily, biting back as much sarcasm as she could. “I have terrible taste in women myself.”

Prince Duke nodded carefully. The politics at hand were inescapable. Just as they didn’t want to openly piss off the prince, he was under steady pressure from his parents. The king and queen had been away at an important meeting when the warlords had shown up, so he thought he might kill two birds with one stone by hiring the female mercenaries.

“A shame! I may search my entire life and never find a woman to love. Let alone one half as beautiful as you three ladies.” The prince scanned across the healer, fighter and archer to cast his net one more time with some flattery thrown in for good measure. “For you see-!”

“GUYS!” Skulla cut in.

The party, prince and most of the throne room turned to face the blurting barbarian.

“I don’t know if you’re catching this, but I think the prince has a crush on me.”

The archer snorted as a laugh escaped her struggling smirk. The fighter’s face dropped from fed up to stunned. The cleric’s eyes lit up, keeping on a poker face while her brain chanted “Yes yes yes yes!”

“I think you may mis-” the prince started warily, looking over the woman two feet taller than him with so much tits and muscle that she was practically made of boulders.

“Nah, I getcha! Need a wife. Someone with a weapon. Someone from any race and any faith. And last I checked, the war god Kruunj is a god, right?”

“He CERTAINLY is,” the archer agreed with particular enthusiasm. “VERY good point, Skulla.”

“Just a moment…” the prince muttered.

“I know a noble prince wouldn’t go back on his word so hastily,” the healer added, drawing glances from a few attendants.

“Guy’s so thirsty he can’t help himself! I get that,” Skulla said as she raised and flexed a tree trunk of an arm. “So it’s agreed! Time for the wedding night!”

“I don’t-” the prince started but Skulla had already clunked him on the head with her massive fist. He went limp on the throne and she slung him over her shoulder.

“It’s okay!” the fighter shouted quickly to the guards. “It’s o-kay! Orcish courtship thing. Just how they do things. The prince… SHOULD be fine.”

“Does she know this isn’t like… binding or real or anything the way she does this?” the elf muttered to the gnome.

“Nooo,” the shortstack whispered back. “Just let her have this. It gets us out of that ballroom crap anyway.”

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The prince woke up in his bed. He rubbed his head, expecting it all to be some scrambled dream, or at least his guards carrying him off after he fainted. He looked down to see he was only in his undershorts as Skulla shouldered the door open from his walk-in wardrobe. She had her muscular body and huge curves stuffed into a set of lingerie that looked ready to explode off her at any second as fibers snapped off the overworked elastic.

“Hey, I tried on this thing you had in there. Thought it’d look sexy but it fits kinda funny. Not sure why a prince would wear stuff like this.”

She shrugged and a strap popped at last on her shoulder. She gave a dismissive tilt of her head and flexed hard, making her thighs and chest swell hard enough to destroy the lacy lingerie in an instant. The prince had bought it hoping a much slimmer princess would wear it for him some day…

Skulla stepped up to Prince Valor’s bed and knelt on the edge. Even the expensive and sturdy furniture creaked and tilted in her direction. The shredded lace underwear was barely clinging to her body and failed to cover anything resembling modesty.

“Happens all the time!” she assured him.

Skulla threw an arm around the prince's shoulder, squeezing his head against her huge breast and side. Prince Valor felt his neck crack in a way he didn’t know he needed as he was dragged into her embrace.

“But don’t you worry. I know just what I’m doing. Skulls gonna make a man out of you yet, fancy pants. Pound you into a real warrior.”

Valor just prayed she was still talking about sex, at least. Her breasts were much firmer than he’d expected between her thick, almost leathery skin and the dense muscle behind her curves. He had been hoping for the sleek and elegant beauty of an elf, rather than being overpowered by the sweaty muscle of an orc.

Skulla took him by the back of his hair and pulled, tilting his head upward. She mashed her full lips into his, making the prince flinch at her hungry kiss. Her thick tongue forced its way into his mouth, his handsome noble features completely unprepared to defend against them. The barbarian gave a husky moan as she messily made out with him, drooling over his lips. The prince shuddered in surprise but started to relax as her aggressive affection proved surprisingly pleasant. Even in her messy haste, the she-orc knew how to position her lips and tongue to keep from jabbing him with her tusks.

“Mm! There ya go, pretty boy,” she purred in between her sloppy kisses.

Skulla ran her hands over his back and arms, rubbing and squeezing firmly enough that the spoiled prince quietly worried about bruises. He could barely get in a gasp of relatively fresh air (the kind only tainted by orc sweat instead of spit and tongue) before she’d put her lips back on his, hungrily feeding her bluntly primal lust.

The bed creaked as Skulla leaned into the kiss hard enough to pin Prince Duke to the bed. He bounced from the force but was stopped against her broad slab of a body. Her muscular weight kept him pinned as she gave him a few more deep kisses before sliding her body upward.  The taller woman’s hips dragged across his lap as she thrust her breasts into his face.

“Ooh! Looks like you’re all ready for our wedding night too~!” Skulla cooed with a perverted tone to her voice.

“At least I think you are. You humans were always a little on the small side, but it feels hard enough to be the real deal. So I’ll take your word for it.”

Duke tried to speak up as her wet mound rubbed against his erection through her damp remains of the lingerie barely hanging beside her groin. Her large bosom fell over his mouth and nose, flooding him with the taste of orc skin and sweat to compliment the aroma. His eyes widened in horror at first, only to find it tasted faintly familiar. He knew of a bitter wine that he had grown fond of over the years that most found distasteful, and it reminded him slightly of that.

His mouth moved instinctively, kneading and sucking on the huge tits in his face. One fat, hard nipple fit into his mouth and his tongue rubbed over it and the peak of her breast’s curve, getting some husky, rumbling moans from the barbarian. Her rack muffled any objections he still had, which were rapidly fading anyway. He grew used to the smell as it filled his lungs and she dragged her moist slit across his lap. Her big green breasts swept upward and firmly swatted him in the face.

“Well ain’t you eager! Gotta warm a girl up first with a little romance, don’tcha know?” Skulla tutted.

She moved herself higher up his body before he knew what she was up to. She moved on all fours like a big green predator before she sat firmly on his face. She tore off and threw aside the last of the lingerie that might get in between her plump pussy lips and the prince's face. They mashed into his nose and mouth, flooding her with her horny musk with the seductive subtlety of a sledgehammer.

Once again, Valor mumbled a surprised cry. It just opened his mouth to get another potent taste of her bodily fluids, her slit more than happy to provide him with a messy mouthful of her overflowing pussy juice. Skulla moaned louder and squashed her muscular thighs around his head. The tight green muscle squeezed his cheeks and he let out a pathetic groan as his face contorted, extending his lips and tongue further out than he’d intended.

“Ah~! Your highness, you’re such a horny fiend!” Skulla gushed girlishly between her primally horny grunts.

“Don’t they feed you enough in your little castle? You need a nice big orc wife to fatten you up into a real man.”

She smiled down at him, baring her thick, strong teeth and puffing up her full chest. She raised both arms and flexed for him, making her biceps bulge ridiculously. Between showing off like that and shoving her wet and ready pussy into her face, the big green warrior would have looked like prime mating material to any orcish man.

Duke was struggling to breathe underneath her, so he was too distracted to fully appreciate her cultural courting. He slapped at her thighs and squirmed underneath her, choking and sputtering on her constantly flowing precum. His face was red with lack of air (which Skulla just chalked up to him being shy) and his feeble swats were little more than flirty spanks as far as the she-orc was concerned. She started rocking her hips, bumping his face around with the force of a light punch in each hump.

“Oh yes… perfect… I’ll make you a proud wife indeed, your high boy!” Skulla panted.

She grew hornier and rougher as his squirming rubbed his way deeper into her pussy. His nose or tongue kept poking against her clit, which had grown bigger than his thumb and rubbed wetly against anything it could reach. She gripped his hair as a convenient handle and started thrusting harder, making the whole bed rock beneath them as her powerful hips went to work.

With a long and low grunt, Skulla leaned hard into him. Her thighs and pussy completely eclipsed his shocked and handsome face, leaving him briefly without air or light as she came hard on him. She flooded his face with her musky cream, squirting messily as her snarled curses and praises were hissed out through her clenched teeth. She ground over him rapidly, smearing the smooth wet flesh on him repeatedly to ride out her orgasm. She drew back at last with a deep, steadying breath, her legs still spread and leaking her juices down the lines of her thigh muscles. Duke sucked in a desperate breath, but her scent and taste were inescapable.

At first he was relieved that she had satisfied herself, only to find that it wasn’t the case. Skulla was sweaty and smiling, but far from done with him. She took his shoulder to drag him to the edge of the bed and stepped off, smiling wider as she clearly set something up for him.

“Good foreplay,” she said proudly. “Now we can do the really fun stuff.”

“Oh dear,” Prince Valor moaned wearily.

“Awww. You’re my dear too, darlin’!” Skulla chimed.

She bent far over to nuzzle her thick nose against his. The cute gesture also came with her grabbing and ripping his shorts completely off to expose his manhood.

“Hey, pretty decent for a human,” she praised, however much she meant by that. The prince’s education didn’t come with knowing the difference in genitals between the races, at least beyond the crash course Skulla was giving him.

She grabbed him by the hips and lifted him up like he was nothing but a bag of groceries to the buff barbarian. She pulled him close like an especially tight hug, only this one thrust his cock straight into her. Her orgasm had her plenty lubricated so he slid right into her larger pussy, burying himself balls deep and giving a feeble groan.

“Mm, that’s it… hold on tight now, little prince. Let your new wife make a real man outta you.”

Skulla barley had to move her hips at all. Her grip on the prince and impressive strength let her make him do all the heavy lifting (so to speak), gripping his hips and pumping him into her like he was little more than a dildo on legs. She certainly made her ram harder into her than the prince could on his own, making his pale body slam against her thick green curves over and over. Duke was more or less along for the ride as she pleased herself with him, not that it felt bad himself to be plunging into her hungry wet pussy and bumping against her huge breasts for padding against his rough landing.

“Ohhh, my husband! That’s it! Blast me fulla half-orcs like a real beast, why don’tcha!? Gimme that flimsy human seed so I can give you a nice strong heir. I don’t care how many times you gotta try it to get past this strong Gurash pussy, because I’ll drain ya dry as much as ya need and breed a whole village fulla kids if ya need it! I’m gonna show you just how strong a bride you got today, little man. You’re gonna cream so hard under the abs that your ancestors’ll feel it. Then I’ll take ya back and make a chief outta you so we can just make more and more powerful young to make you proud and horny to make more so we just rut like sweaty beasts all…. NNNF!”

Skulla grunted as she came again, a shorter but messier squirt of cum that coated the prince’s cock. Much more noticeably, Duke fell in against her chest as he let out a high-pitched cry. He clutched her tightly, squeezing her back muscles and thick forearms to steady himself as he came inside her. He shuddered what little he could with Skulla holding him so tightly against her, just trembling in her grasp as he came harder than he could remember on any lonely nights or with flirty castle maids. It was nothing impressive to Skulla, but she smiled widely again as he slumped against her.

“There we go! That’s how ya spend a honeymoon, eh? Now let’s keep it goin’. I should be almost warmed up by now!”

Skulla dropped the prince back on the bed, letting his limp body flop to the mattress and slowly bounce to a stop. She happily pounced in after him, her big green body splashing on top of him in a mess of cum and sweat. He let out a tiny grunt but didn’t move otherwise as she peppered his face with kisses. Only then did she see that he was knocked out cold between the exhaustion, his orgasm and just from being tossed around by a horny orc over the last half hour. She blinked in gradual recognition as she lifted up one of his arms and let it fall limply back to the bed. She had fucked him unconscious, leaving the prince a drained and bruised mess.

“Ah hells. Better get Vicky with the heal spells if this is gonna be any kinda honeymoon at all.”

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Skulla reported back to the party, much to their amusement. They let her down easy, telling her that it had never been an actual marriage, with a human noble’s courtship being much more complicated than any orcish culture’s. Skulla nodded along, putting the pieces together pretty quickly once they were handed off to him.

“So I’m not tied down anymore,” she pointed out to them.

“Never were, Skull sweetie,” the archer nodded.

“So let’s hit the road. Damn, it feels good to be single again!” Skulla blurted.

“Again, always were, Skulls…”

The party left Prince Duke Valor behind without another parting word. They had their rewards and were confident they wouldn’t be too welcome around the kingdom for long. The guards eventually figured out what happened and had the naked prince hastily healed as best they could. They couldn’t do much for all the bruises and he had to walk with crutches for a couple weeks until his thighs and pelvis fully recovered.

“I hope you learned your lesson, sire,” one of his advisors told him when he’d finally managed to recover to just walking with a cane.

“I have, Balthazar,” he sighed. “It’s something no man can forget, being abducted by an orc. I’ve learned not to go leaping at just any woman when looking for a partner.”

The older man nodded until the prince went on.

“It was truly eye opening indeed. I’ve never known lovemaking like that of a woman so massive, let alone with an orc. I’ll need to make sure my actual queen is one who’s large and strong enough to both satisfy and protect me. Perhaps there’s an orc diplomat seeking a husband… or an ogre. I hear they are quite comely compared to their men.”

The advisor frowned in concern as the prince snapped his fingers.

“Ooh! Are there any giants living nearby? I’m sure the kingdom would thrive if I could help forge a peace treaty by marrying one of their daughters!”