Story Preview: Princely Pursuits! (Patreon)

Hey everyone! One of the things I want to do as I release these characters and introduce them to you all is provide a little narrative to help you get a better idea of their character. Here is something I've begun involving Albrecht, Ganix and an orc. I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think! Its been so long since I've written anything and it is something I really enjoy doing and can't wait to share more of!

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Albrecht seemed to float as he made his promenade to the castle dungeons. He was not alone of course, Ganix, his slave-guard accompanied him wherever he went, both perpetually expressionless... seemingly. Ganix could tell his master was anxious, excited. However, very few would have ever guessed. The ever-so poised prince with flaxen hair was in need.

Footsteps clanked as the pair moved deeper throughout the coolness of the dungeon air. Most cells were empty, save for a few fugitives, who whistled at the heavenly royal as he pranced by, never once acknowledging their existence.

Ganix knew what the prince was up to, an ever so faint smirk creeping across his mouth. They had made their way to the deepest part of the dungeons, where prisoners requiring special means of holding are held, usually creatures other than humans. His highness, the prince had won a recent battle against a tribe of orcs after negotiating peace in exchange for the chief's strongest warrior. That warrior now sat chained and restrained in a cell.

The large doors creaked as they were opened.

“Isn't he exquisite, Ganix?” The icy voice of the prince echoing off of the stone. The slave-guard stayed silent as he watched Albrecht step forward to gaze upon his captive.

The massive, green-skinned beast grunted and growled as he struggled within his chained bindings. The orc sat with his arms chained high and tightly above his head, with more cuffs around its neck and ankles. His armor had been removed by order of the prince, whose eyes unapologetically wandered.

“Hello, my friend.” Albrecht cooed as he paced towards the green skinned prisoner, “I hope you'll forgive me for taking this long to properly welcome you to my father’s kingdom.” The orc roared again, evoking a chuckle form the prince, “Yes, I imagine you mustn’t be too thrilled about the arrangement I made with your chief, but I'm sure you must be honoured to know that your sacrifice spared countless lives of your brethren.” Albrecht gave the beast-man a soft smile while he placed his hand upon the orc's cheek, making the orc shake violently again.

The prince chuckled again, completely calm and collected in front of the hulking brute before him. Albrecht stood in front of his prisoner, only reaching to the beast's chin in stature, and the orc was slightly crouched at that. Slowly, the prince's hand slid downward, over the thick, scarred green skin, muscle and dark matted hair until stopping at the base above the orc's incredibly large penis.

Albrecht let out another laugh as he softly pet, the beast's appendage. “I must admit I am quite inspired,” he began, “Damn myself for inheriting my father's perversions...” The prince whispered while he slowly descended to his knees.

The orc smelled foul, but the prince did not care, he simply stared intensely at the orc's matted crotch before him and its engorged, monstrous member that hanged to its knees. The size of the shaft measured to be a little shorter than the size of the prince's own arm, with furry testicles the size of his head. The prince couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation and wonder.

Albrecht took another glance upward at his captive’s tusked face, which snarled as it huffed heavy and hot breaths. “Come now,” the prince began as he gently continued to rub at the monstrous and heavy member, which had already begun to grow firmer, “I’m sure a brute like you must be positively yearning for release. And whom better to aid you in such acts other than the one holding you here?” he smiled. The orc warrior stiffened with another grunt, his shaft continuing to grow and raise, causing the prince’s smile to widen.

With a lick of his lips, Albrecht slowly inched his parting mouth closer to the beast’s thickly foreskinned head, salivating as he finally locked them over the sensitive gland which had begun to seep a clear and dense fluid. The prince closed his eyes as he rolled his tongue over the massive head, tickling it with his wet tongue and probing the slit, taking in the pungent new flavours of the green skinned warrior.

The orc’s knees shook aggressively and it’s head threw back, crashing loudly against the brick behind as the kneeling prince began to suck through a chuckle. Nearly a mouthful of the orc’s pre-ejaculate was coaxed up and out of its cock by the prince, who pulled from the green head, making a “pop” sound. The prince’s cheeks bubbled out as he sloshed and savoured the heavy fluids.

Albrecht swallowed. The warm, slick mixture of the beast he found very satisfying, as caused his own fluids to begin to drip. He laughed softly as he stroked as the orc’s penis, watching amusedly as the spongy foreskin rolled back and forth over his prisoner’s slimey head. “My friend I must admit, I am exceedingly pleased by my first tasting of you,” he smiled as he watched the orc’s massive chest rise and fall, “I am eager to experience the main course.”

The prince returned his mouth to the orc’s twitching, drooling cockhead. He was hungry now. The first few tastings of the orc had set fire to his inhibitions, and caused his rear to dribble and leak. 

He pressed his face onto the beast’s head, rolling the foreskin over the lower half of his face, which he found amusing. The green cockhead filled the entirety of Albrecht’s oral cavity, as he bravely pressed forward in determination. The orc tensed up again, and pressed its hips forward toward the prince, unintentionally aiding him farther across his wrinkly-veiny meat.

Albrecht would have smiled if he could, but instead he continued onward, mouth stretched wider than it had ever been stretched before as he set his eyes on his destination, the densely haired crotch of the orc warrior before him. Slowly he paced forward, somehow sliding more and more of the monstrous appendage farther past his lips, down his throat and into his esophagus. For once, Ganix witnessed a slight crack in his prince’s armor. He saw Albrecht grimace slightly as he at least neared the base of the beast-man.

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