The empress orcs

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A/N: For easier reading experience (and easier writing), @teratophile named the orcs. Enjoy!

Orc (Radan) x Orc (Tarquin) x Orc (Goroh) x chubby fem!reader || tooth rooting fluff, oral sex, anal sex, sharing is caring

Three months ago...

“Did he arrive already?” You ask your husbands, both Radan and Tarquin are sitting right by your side, big and imposing, the perfect orc specimens you wanted to marry. They are taking notes and doing whatever they do to keep the paperwork away from you, and you are forever grateful for that.

“Not yet, he’s on his way already,” Tarquin informs you, his big forest green eyes fixated on you for a second. Your breath gets caught in your lungs. He’s so stunning it surprises you sometimes.

“Should get here in a few hours,” Radan adds, making you turn to look at him. He’s as handsome as your other husband, but in a more rough way, in a way that makes your pussy tingle every time he’s close to you. But at least you know you aren’t alone on that, Tarquin gets hard when Radan looks his way for more than two seconds.

“I can’t wait to meet him finally,” you say with a pleased sigh.

They both hum in agreement as the next person kneels before you, asking you for some food or whatever the peasants are asking for now. You don’t pay too much attention, you are too keyed up to think about them. You can only think about the new addition to your poly-marriage. When you signed a treaty with the orcs with a marriage, you weren’t expecting them to mean more than one orc, but after a few years with your husbands, you were more than happy to have accepted that. And now… Expecting a new addition, you were almost vibrating with excitement.

Present day…

You are in the middle of dinner, when Tarquin asks: “So who’s spending the night with you today.” A mischievous smirk playing on his lips, his tusks framing it perfectly and giving you so many ideas of where you want to feel those tusks. You rub your tights together, and blush when you see his knowing smirk.

Your talk from before flashes in your mind when you say: “Everyone is going to share my bed tonight.”

Your statement makes all of them look at you intently. Tarquin smirks, already on the known, Radan soon follows, his cheeks turning a pretty shade as he blushes. And then there’s Goroh… Your newest husband is not yet introduced fully in what means to be yours. To be one of you. To be shared and worshiped by everyone on that table. And you aren’t sure he even wants that. He’s been closed off since he arrived and you aren’t sure if he’s even into you, but you send the message. He’s welcome if he wants to join. And you hope he does.

You walk to your room with your husbands in tow, they slip into their respective rooms and you get to yours to prepare for the night. You don’t always do it, but tonight you expect it to be phenomenal, hopefully, so you need the extra prep. You slip in the bathtub and slowly stretch yourself out. Orc dicks are a lot bigger than human ones, and your poor pussy needs a bit of help to get them to fit.

By the time Tarquin and Radan knock on the door, you are panting and you have four fingers up your pussy, trembling around them and trying not to come. That’s for them. They don’t ask for much, they only want to be the ones who bring you to ecstasy, and you are more than happy to comply.

“Starting without us?” Radan asks, his long hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and he looks ready to devour you with his big smirk and bobbing erection.

Tarquin approaches the bathtub, not saying anything as he pulls you out and starts slowly caressing and drying every inch of your body, groping every single soft spot on your body (which are a lot of). He never forgets to tell you how pretty you are, and how fucking hard your body makes him. At first you were a bit unsure about your big body around them, but they were more than happy to show you how much it turned them on.

Radan is sitting on the bed staring, already naked and jerking himself slowly. It’s all a sensual play, slow and careful at first, but when your orcs unleash their full sexual energy on you… then you have to be carried around for three days until your pussy is not sore anymore, it happened before (and it will happen again).

“Are you ready for us, your highness?” Radan asks, taking your hand and helping you lay down in bed. “You are so stunning it surprises me,” he mutters under his breath, kissing his way up your body until he’s sucking on your nipples and driving you crazy with desire.

But then something breaks the moment as the door opens. “It was time for you to join us, Goroh,” Tarquin teases, grabbing him by the collar and kissing him deeply until you and Radan are groaning, begging to join.

“I- I didn’t know if I was invited,” Goroh says, almost dizzily when they part ways. You look at him, blushing and vulnerable, his hands fidgeting with the edge of his shirt, and you curse yourself for not realizing sooner...

“You are always invited to join us, husband. We want you here,” you reassure him.

A smile so big it’s almost blinding appears on his face, and he rips his clothes off his body as fast as he can. He’s breathing hard and he’s blushing prettily. You can see his dick twitching in his pants when he registers that Radan is now kneeling besides your head, his dick resting on your lips.

As soon as he’s done, he stands at the feet of the bed, looking intently at your mouth. You smirk, licking the tip of Radan’s dick and making him groan as you suck the head in your mouth. All three of them moan in unison and you smirk, you have them right where you wanted them: needy and desperate. But they are waiting for orders, as always, such good orcs, such good husbands.

“Are you going to be a good orc and fuck Tarquin’s ass?” You ask as Goroh blushes harder, bobbing his head up and down and making his dick move in the same way. Radan giggles, but when you lick the tip again it ends up like a groan. “And you Tarquin? Are you going to fuck me like the empress I am?” He nods dutifully, his eyes blown wide as he jerks his dick and approaches you in all fours like a predator.

You shiver and squeeze Radan’s dick a bit too tightly, making him moan so loud it almost breaks you out of your focus. They are so focused on you that you felt almost overwhelmed, but in a good way, in a way that makes your heart beat a bit too fast and your body tingle with anticipation.

At the first touch of their combined hands, your body shakes like it’s been electrified. You moan and get up on your elbows to start blowing Radan like you mean it. He moans, his huge hands caressing your hair before pulling at it the way you like.

Tarquin’s not far behind, his hands parting your legs and exposing you to his hungry gaze. He mumbles something to Goroh, and before you can process what’s happening, there’s two big orcs between your legs, their tongues dancing against each other’s mouth and licking you at the same time. It’s so hot you almost choke on the dick sliding in and out of your mouth.

You are about to tell them off, to order them to start the fucking, but you are not fast enough, and when one of them pushes two fingers inside your needy channel and the other one sucks on your clit like his life depends on it… you are done. You scream at the top of your lungs and come apart messily. They look up at you from between your legs, their smirks are smug and you huff at them, that makes them laugh and you can’t stop the giggle that escapes your own throat.

But the fun is short lived when Radan takes your chin between two of his fingers and redirects your mouth to his dick, pushing forward slowly as you hum around him. You feel the tip of Tarquin’s dick against your pussy and look to the side, seeing his eyes closed and head thrown back as Goroh pushes forward. Tarquin bottoms out with the force of it, and suddenly you have two dicks inside of you and Goroh is fucking Tarquin with such strength the three of you are moving accordingly.

Each time Goroh thrusts into Tarquin, his dick rubs perfectly against your G-spot. The combination of thrusts and the way Radan is fucking your mouth is driving you insane with pleasure. You never thought you were missing anything, but having Goroh with you there is the perfect cherry to a perfect cake.

You four fuck messily, hard and fast, a symphony of slap-sounds and groans fills the room until it’s everything you can hear. The dicks inside of you twitching as they approach to an orgasm… And then there’s fireworks behind your eyelids.

The orgasm that rocks your body are like nothing you’ve experienced ever before. You always had a great sexual life, but coming apart with your three orc husbands around you, as they get to their own orgasms… Earth shattering. Your brain melts when the first shot of Radan’s come fills your mouth and Tarquin lets out a loud plea that sounds like a mix of your name and Goroh’s. You can see their contorted face as they reach their own peak and Tarquin’s seed fills you to the brim, overflowing and making a mess of your pussy.

You think that would be all, but as always, when speaking of orcs, they always have a bit more to give. They fuck you in turns, and they fuck each other, too. The rest of the night is a symphony of filth and pleasure, making a mess of the sheets, of each other’s holes… By the time you are done, they have to carry themselves and you to the big tub, slowly cleaning every inch of each other’s bodies.

Back in the bed, you four fall asleep in a pile of cuddles and green arms holding everyone together so tightly you can barely breathe, but you don’t care. It’s the best sleep you ever had.

The next morning, you get dressed in the room as the three of them look at you from the cuddle pile, their expressions soft and carefree. Radan and Tarquin are on each side of Goroh, and when he tries to move, they squeeze him harder, making him groan in protest but settling down again with a happy sigh as they give him mirror kisses on his green cheeks.

You approach the bed slowly and kiss Tarquin and Radan’s lips softly, telling them goodbye. You don’t kiss Goroh, not really sure if he is there yet, but he surprises you when he softly asks: “Can I get a goodbye kiss, too?” His voice is so soft you almost don’t hear him, if it wasn’t for your other two husband’s gasps. You smile at him, so big your cheeks hurt, and when you lean down and give him the kiss he asked for, you know everything will be okay.

They all know how much you love them. And how much they love each other.