People seem to enjoy this elf boi I take commissions of, so here’s another I just had to take when I was informed the boi himself would be in bridal undergarments with a big Orc husband. That just sounded cute to me.
Anyway, Enjoy!
Commissioned By: Lunny
Special Thanks: Galianbeast (Orc Model)
Being back in Orgrimmar was odd for Ro’chall, with the things he had done he hadn’t quite expected to be back here for quite some time, if ever. Yet it was the only place one could register an Orcish marriage on very short notice, and that was indeed the purpose of his visit. Originally, when he stole Lunny away from his perfect little life in Zandalar, he intended to keep the renowned dancer purely as his slave. Truthfully, he hadn’t quite anticipated that the Half-Elf boy would have such a strong effect on him, and some weeks at sea in his company saw him having a change of mind.
As he stood in that Orgrimmar tavern room in the early evening, his firm gaze settled on his new wife’s supple and delicate form dressed in the undergarments of his wedding attire – he knew he had made the right decision.
“We sail for Zandalar in three days, wife.” The Orc informed, his hands cupping the hips of his half-naked boi-wife. Now legally his under Orcish law. “I’m afraid I’ll have to deny you a tour of the city this time. I intend to spend those three days right here on this bed with you, consummating this marriage.” He followed up with a low rumbling of approval from his chest and throat, pulling the halfling against his masculine form.
The size difference between them was enormous. Where Lunny was soft, meek and delicate, Ro’chall was mighty, huge and ripped. His pale soft Elven skin contrasting wonderfully against the rugged, firm and rough flesh of his Orcish husband and master.
Lunny had not expected a lot of things of late. Though, he definitely hadn’t expected to be kidnapped by a marauding Orc, and he certainly didn’t expect to become said Orc’s wife just several weeks later. While the pair had grown close in those weeks at sea in a bond between master and slave, he did wish to continue his life in Zandalar. To dance and work for the company of people he had made connections with. If being Ro’chall’s wife assured that he could, then he’d gladly take that deal. He had developed feelings for his captor in their time together, after all.
“Of course, I’m sure you can show me the city another time. I would see my husband’s desires filled on this special day.” He said, his voice ever soft and soothing to the big Orc. He looked so pure in the bridal whites of his lace stockings and undergarments, with the flowers and folded veil in his hair. So much so that the impure hands of his Orc husband couldn’t stay themselves any longer.
Ro’chall slipped down the white lace panties from Lunny’s hips and down his thighs until they dangled at his knees. Revealing the perfect plump rear and the soft little cock that was smuggled within. He exhaled deeply and smiled as his eyes fell upon that caged little feminine cock of his, golden plated, firmly locked and bearing the symbol of Ro’chall upon it. Marking Lunny as his.
“Don’t get used to having this off, boy.” He’d say as his hands worked to uncage and remove it. The cage had been secured there for weeks, and had been done aboard the ship on the night where he claimed Lunny as his own. “Consider it an extra wedding gift of sorts.” He chuckled as a free palm squeezed the flesh of that perfectly plump boy rump.
The Halfling let out a sigh of relief indeed at the removal of the cage. He’d been wearing it for so many weeks that he’d practically forgotten what it felt like to not wear one. He didn’t hate wearing it though, it was a symbol of his master and his husband’s love after all. Yet a night of release from it was welcome all the same.
The ceremony itself had been a small, private affair, mostly attended by the Orc crew of the ship Lunny had been taken on. Though Ro’chall had insisted on Lunny being fully dressed in bridal wear for it, all the same. It gave a little bit of Lunny’s human heritage in an Orcish ceremony, too.
Ro’chall wasn’t one to wait for marriage to bed someone. In fact, there hadn’t been a day in the past month when he hadn’t been inside Lunny. That boy may have been delicate and girly, but he was physically tougher than he looked. Considering, he’d spend hours under an Orc triple his size, taking a rough n’ brutal pounding like a champ.
As the Orc turned his wife around and shoved him onto the bed, he pried those plump cheeks apart to admire the delicate hole of which he was so familiar with. A well experienced offering, snug enough for an Orc as big as he, yet the hole was never fully closed these days, always slightly agape as if naturally prepared to accept his husband at any moment. He pulled on Lunny’s wide set hips as he pushed forward with his own, his cock splitting these cheeks and stretching the boundaries of Lunny’s hole for the first time as husband and wife.
As the pace quickened of his husband’s hips, Lunny settled in for what would be a 3-day wedding night. Yet in reality, this was to be every day with his husband. What he was really settling in for, was his new life.