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Breakfast [Orc/AFAB Male Reader] 🔞

Breakfast

Man I love orcs

Content Warning: Afab genitalia vocab but mainly anal, forced marriage, past noncon and present dubcon, free use, enslavement (✊🏾), monsterfucking, anal with no lube, pain during the act, mind break, sex and sex and pain and sex and yeah, also my bad attempt at this weird scottish or pirate accent, im sorry scotts and pirates

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[N] no longer flinches when he feels the orc’s large hand grope at his body. Rather, his eyes flutter half mast, biting his lower lip each time the orc’s thick fingers dig into his arse, sighing softly as they’re kneaded and spread apart through the fabric of his loin cloth.

A month or three prior, he would’ve jumped, desperate to move away from his captor’s touch, and his eyes would brim with tears each time Valen would force him back into place, wincing when a harsh slap would meet his behind as punishment. It’s odd how much can change in a number of weeks.

The elven lad discarded cooking utensils, his arms against the counter as he pushes his behind farther into the orc’s rough hand, gyrating his hips ever so slightly. His mind becomes fuzzy each time as if he’s been conditioned to respond to Valen’s touch, mouth falling open to let out small whines. A quiver runs down [N]'s spine as the orc's thick fingers press against his sensitive opening. He looks up at the ceiling as Valen presses a finger inside the tight ring, curling it just enough to give [N] some sense of relief.

"Good mornin', love," Valen's lips press against his ear, his voice deep and raspy, his morning breath evident. "Woke up before me, eh?" His thick finger unhurriedly pulls out before pushing back in, his other hand working its magic between [N]'s thighs.

[N] moans, panting heavily, head hanging forward against his chest as he tries to catch his breath. Valen moves slowly, his motions slow, teasing [N] as his mate closes his eyes to enjoy the ride.

"Yer such a good little wife, aren't ya? Preparin' breakfast without having me ask," Valen hums, pulling out completely only to push another finger in. "Such a sweet young thing."

[N] shifts uncomfortably at Valen calling him that—his wife. It wasn't supposed to go like this, or so he thought. He moans weakly, shivering under the assault, his shoulders hunching forward and his legs crossing over one another. Not long ago he was home with his father, chief of the village, preparing for a celebratory feast. One of their merchants had struck gold, making a fine deal with a dwarven man, and shared her wealth with his father, who then shared it with everyone else. It was fantastic, farms were being reinforced, new homes were being built, and it truly seemed like they would have a prosperous year…

He finds himself leaning further backward and letting out a quiet whimper, closing his eyes tightly, willing away what lies ahead. The grips [N]'s hip and pushes him closer to the counter. His insides still ache from the evening before, there were even bruises to remind him. If anything, [N] has become accustomed to the soreness since the first time Valen took him. Valen's seed from last night is still snug inside him, and the orc takes advantage of [N]'s slick flesh.

[N]'s knees hit the edge of the countertop, his feet dangling as Valen grinds his groin into [N]'s ass. At this point, the elf's loincloth is untethering itself, revealing a hint of his nether region. [N] lets out a squeak as his buttocks clench around the intruder.

"W-what about breakfast," the elf stutters, looking back at Valen as he works the third finger in, stretching him wider and deeper. "You should eat something while you're awake," he adds with a pout.

Rather than answer, Valen rolls [N] over, turning their positions to have [N]'s back lying flat against the countertop. Save for the cloth wrapped around his chest, the elven lad is bare before the orc, all of his body laid bare for Valen's gaze.

As Valen drops the loose end of [N]'s loincloth to the floor, [N] folds his hands together across his stomach and clenches his eyes shut, trying to prepare for the worst.

"Breakfast can wait, lad," Valen places his near-hard manhood against the elven lad’s thigh, "I woke up this morning, harder than a rooster, and yer weren't there." With a wicked grin, Valen smirks down at [N] and leans close, kissing his cheek. "So I decided to come find ye myself…"

His words send a thrill through [N]'s body, despite his reluctancy and reluctance of Valen. The elven by’s face heats up, nodding, giving him another small smile. He had been trained well to obey and please the orc, his own body betraying him and reacting to Valen's presence. Even after a month of captivity, [N] knows he cannot refuse his orc captor.

"Ahhh…love," Valen kisses [N] again, pressing his face into the elf's shoulder, his hand cupping the back of [N]'s neck. His hair tickles the orc’s nose, his warm scent intoxicating. Valen wraps his fingers gently around the elven lad’s wrist, holding his arm firmly as the orc presses [N] deeper onto the countertop. "I could never stay away from that hole of yers," he murmurs, sliding his blunt organ along [N]'s slit and pinching the base, making sure the elf is aware he plans to penetrate [N] later. "Nay," Valen shakes his head in amusement, "I think we'll save that for tonight." [N] bites lightly at his bottom lip as the orc continues to stroke him, memories of the night before flashing into his mind. Valen stops his ministrations and draws back, giving the elf a moment of reprieve.

The orc stands tall, towering above [N] as he reaches down, petting the elven lad’s head, and stroking his scalp with rough fingertips. Then with a nod, Valen gives him a command. [N] rises to his feet, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the palm of his hand.

"Come here, love," Valen commands quietly. [N] raises his head, looking up towards Valen, who bends down and grabs the strap of [N]'s loincloth from the floor. With a tenderness the elf isn't yet used to, he tethers the long fabric back onto [N], tying it securely.

This action alone sends a spark of fire through [N]'s body, and though the orc plays with him during the day, the harshest touches are nothing compared to Valen's soft caresses. Though there’s no ignoring Valen's rough nature, [N] find himself craving his affectionate side. And lately, he seems to be getting more of what he wants.

It doesn't help that [N] hasn't had any time to get accustomed to Valen's attention; every minute spent with his master is filled with either chores or pleasuring. There is very little left for [N] to do besides sleep, dream, and spend time with the orcs—but he can’t even find the time to do that, not with Valen’s demands needing to be met quickly. He watches the orc leave the kitchen, taking a deep, thoughtful breath before turning to the counter, and resuming with the breakfast. Today will likely go as all days do, serving under Valen, cleaning the house, running errands, and doing as Valen pleases until he makes his next demand.

In the center of the kitchen is a firepit, where he does most of the cooking, a large bowl sits over the fire, the smell of mutton filling the air. [N] throws in various spices and a few chopped vegetables, mixing everything with wooden paddles. Orcish meals mainly consist of meat, but the elven lad adds his own taste to them. He uses the opportunity to add fruits, herbs, roots, and mushrooms, along with bread, which he kneads each day with his own hands. Valen seems to be open-minded about their differing diets, bringing back items like cheese, rice, and fish, most of these ingredients are found in the surrounding mountains, but never in orcish shops.

Once [N] has finished stirring the meal, he sets it aside in an iron pot to simmer while he prepares his plate. He cracks a dragon egg into his stew and stirs the contents carefully to mix. As if by instinct, the dragon eggs' blue-tinted shell absorbs the reddish hue of the lamb stew, making both sides almost identical.

He takes his and Valen's dishes to the dining room upstairs, wincing at the light from the open windows. The curved and rounded walls are decorated with the Warlord's trophies and weapons, though [N]'s managed to add his own taste, placing vases of flowers on each surface, and greenery by the windows. He places the plates on the large, circular table, and two chairs next to each other. After returning to the kitchen and fetching some ale and bread, [N] settles onto his chair.

Dust catches the light of the open window, floating lazily to settle on the wood grain of the floor. He watches these particles swirl about before focusing on the ceiling, watching the sun stream in behind the roof and illuminate the hallways outside.

The stairs leading to the dining room creaked, and Valen walked in, properly dressed for the day, a leather vest over his torso and trousers tucked tightly into his boots. His arms were adorned with many rings, and he wore a heavy chain wrapped around his waist. He plopped down beside [N], taking a hearty bite of his own food, humming in appreciation.

"Leave it to my lil' wife to feed me so well," Valen grins.

[N] smiles softly, head buzzing from the praise. The elven lad finds it odd how despite the rape and abuse the orc had inflected on him in the beginning, the two somehow manage to have such mundane and soft moments.

Breakfast goes on, though, a familiar hand pressed on [N]'s thigh, caressing his flesh. Soon enough, the orc approaches the end of his meal, and Valen tugs hard at the hem of the young elf's loincloth pulling [N] to stand. He nods once, already knowing whats to come.

With a wide smile, Valen pats [N] on his buttock and wordlessly instructs him to strip off his clothes. Face warm, [N] undoes the binding of his loincloth, letting it fall from his hips and thighs, exposing his bare flesh to his master as Valen admires the elf's skin. Even after such harsh treatment from the orc, Valen never once refused him proper meals or warm baths, no matter how many bruises decorate [N]’s skin, he always has a healthy glow. Next, to come off was the cloth wrapped around his chest, pulled away, revealing his slight chest.

Valen walks around [N] and inspects the goods, running his fingers lightly over [N]'s belly before coming to rest against the underside of [N]'s right breast. He presses there with his finger, massaging the sensitive area slowly before leaning forward and biting gently into the nipple. It aches sharply but [N] remains silent, waiting patiently for Valen's actions to stop.

His heart races, pounding furiously in his chest. After a moment passes, he can feel Valen release the pressure from his nipples and pull away. However, Valen continues to stare at [N]'s chest, lifting the elven lad to the table, and moving the plates aside.

[N] gasps, feeling the orc's large hand spread his thighs apart, his soft lips spreading with them, causing [N] to shudder. Once again Valen studies the sight before him, his eyes roaming all over [N]'s body. The orc's eyes drifted back down to the elven lad's moist inner thighs. He looks up at [N]'s face, practically feeling the warmth they radiate, causing a short chuckle to escape him.

With great haste, Valen kneels down and pushes his mouth between [N]’s thighs, tasting the sweet nectar the eleven lad produces. The tip of his rough tongue licks up his slit, pressing between them to feel the smoothness of [N]'s bud, incircling it, tasting his own semen from last night as it dribbles out in small globs. The orc places a wet kiss directly atop [N]'s clit, and the elf shivers beneath his touch.

Guiltily, [N] has to admit he looks forward to mornings like this, where Valen's slimy tongue plays with between his legs, the orc's tusks pressing into the lad's inner thighs, forcing his legs further open with each stroke.

When Valen finally pulls his mouth away from [N]'s nethers, leaving his clit throbbing painfully, [N] lets out a low moan of pleasure as Valen's large finger presses against his entrance, probing just inside. Slowly he begins to push it deeper, stretching [N]'s hole until only half of the finger remains within. He draws back a short distance before repeating the same action. Each time he does so, [N] softly cries out as Valen penetrates him more deeply.

After five strokes, Valen stops abruptly and pulls the hand away, leaving [N] panting and shaking with need. [N] bites his lip to keep from making any sound; he knows Valen is getting ready to violate him again.

"Time for the real breakfast," the orc whispers, more to himself than [N]. He undoes the belt of his trousers, drawing forth his massive manhood from within, it's almost the size of the lad's thigh, so thick that it can't even hold itself when erect, instead requiring the orc’s assistance. Vien's bulge out around it, and [N]'s breath catches in his throat as he sees the orc's cock twitch and grow thicker under Valen's hands. He pumps it once, the foreskin sensually sliding across the bulbous head. Finally releasing his tool, Valen sets it at the base of [N]'s pelvis, lining up the shaft with [N]'s entrance. The elven lad softly throws his head back as it slides between his folds, aching for release as the orc’s precome decorates his thighs.

"Ya want me yer arse? Or that tight cunt of yers," the warlord teases, watching [N] drool over the sight of his cock. The head of his tool lowers further down and Valen lets out a low sigh, feeling [N]’s cheeks part at the size of his cock. This doesn’t go unnoticed by his little mate, who shudders at the thought.

[N] bites his lower lip, raising his hips. "M-my arse.." he mumbles quietly.

His fingers grip at the soft cloth that covers the table, the head of the orc’s cock streatching past his spintcher with no hesitation whatsoever, making [N] cringe a little bit as it enters him completely. He holds back a pained moan, eyes fluttering rapidly as the orc's cock stretches him further, slipping halfway into the lad’s rectum. Yet another inch gone, [N] can tell Valen is enjoying himself immensely now, his breath is heavy and his eyes are trained on the way [N] envelopes him like a glove. Perhaps it is meant for this reason alone.

Valen's thumb generously yet roughly massages [N]'s clit as he pushes himself further into the elven lad's rectum, splitting him wide open with ease, eliciting squeals and moans from the lad as he gets used to Valen's monster prick stretching him wider, his walls desperately trying to hold on to their contents while Valen relentlessly drives himself deeper and harder into the elven lad’s bowels.

Within minutes, Valen is fully seated within [N]'s arse, and [N]'s entire body quakes violently, small tears running down his cheeks as a burning sensation settles into his stomach, causing involuntary jerking motions to occur deep within his core. As if sensing [N] discomfort, Valen's thumb increases its pace on the elven lad's bud, pressing down on it to even out the pain.

He moves his other hand around behind the elf, gripping tightly onto [N]s hip to steady himself as he thrusts into him. A few moments later, [N] finds himself holding his own buttocks apart for Valen, easing his discomfort. Yet the act of freely offering himself in such a vile manner causes [N] to shudder, his insides clenching reflexively around Valens enormous organ.

This does not go unnoticed by Valen.

"Loving this, aren't ya," he huffs, his voice gruff and thick with desire. "Aye, my love…" Valen growls lowly into [N]s ear before shifting his weight and bringing his hand down firmly upon [N]'s left shoulder. Almost immediately the elf feels Valens balls press into him as he drives himself deeper still, his movements becoming swift and deliberate now that he has gained some momentum. Soon enough he is slamming into [N] hard, driving his large member deep inside the elf's ass before pulling back out before pushing in again. Over and over again Valen pounds into [N]'s rear end, grunting with satisfaction as he watches the elf wince in pain or pleasure.

[N]'s eyes permanently roll inside of their sockets, feeling the orc's cock rapidly press against something deep inside him, sending waves of electric shocks throughout his nerves. He can feel every movement of the orc's muscles move through his spine, his hands clenched tightly at the cloth, his legs trembling beneath him as Valens cock plows repeatedly into his anus.

The steady and hard rhythm is nothing short of hypnotizing, all prior thoughts trickling out, the eleven lad isn't even sure he remembers his own name. All that matters is the sharp jabs of pain or blissful ecstasy that reverberate through his mind, pulsating down his body and triggering hidden reactions within. When he can think of anything else besides Valen's large cock plunging into his gut, [N] focuses solely on controlling these sensations, seeking to avoid injury at any cost.

"Mmnnhhh.." [N] whines softly when Valen leans close to whisper in his ears. His words vibrates along [N]s neck as he speaks low and husky in [N]s ear, using his free hand to rub a bruise on [N]'s wrist caused by his constant twisting about the room in order to get comfortable.

"Can you even understand me, lad?" A teasing laugh escapes Valen's mouth, his lips pressed close to [N]'s pointed ears. "You've been jabbering nothin’ but nonsense," Valens tone growing serious once more. He turns to look straight ahead, ignoring [N] for a brief second while he attempts to catch his breath, "I have to know what I'm doing right."

"Yes.. 's good," [N] replies lowley, hoping Valen won't notice how much he had to force the word through swollen lips. It hurts too much otherwise. "Be gentle... just a little.. please..." he adds submissively.

"I can't 'ere you, lad," the orc taunts, squeezing [N]'s shoulder tighter for emphasis. "If ya ain't gonna talk properly then don't bother." With those words, Valen picks up more speed, if that was even possible, a rhythmic smacking sound echoing through the dining area, soon joined by [N]'s gasps of pain interspersed with pleasurable moans.

He can feel it, feel the head of Valen's cock press against his stomach, causing a noticeable bulge on his skin, feel Valens cock pulse and swell within him, filling him entirely with each forceful plunge. Valen's hips begin to bounce in rhythm with his thrusts, pounding the lad's flesh mercilessly. Each impact sends jolts of searing agony and pleasure radiating downward, breaking [N] momentarily from whatever strange spell Valen's brutal sodomization has placed him under. He tries to speak again—but there's no air to fill his lungs with, his body shudders involuntarily as an orgasm rips through his system, warm liquids pouring out of his folds and onto Valen's thrusting cock, his insides tightening as his sensitive clit throbs uncontrollably.

Valen groans loudly, feeling the lad squeeze harshly as he orgasms and begins to rut into him, chasing his own pleasure, thrusting faster and deeper with each stroke. His arms slide over [N]s shoulders and chest, both of them gripped securely as Valen continues to hammer into him relentlessly, his loins writhing with lust and excitement as [N]'s inner muscles ripple and contract around his invading appendage.

The orc's moan echoes throughout the dining area, his seed erupting deep into [N]'s bowels, hot spurts jetting out of the orc's cock with ever-increasing intensity until [N] is completely filled by Valens semen. As he continues to chase his pleasure, his semen escapes [N]'s bowels, coating Valens groin in viscous fluids and the floor below them.

Moments later, his cock slowly slides from [N]’s abused hole, a stream of his semen eager to exit. Valen snorts as he watches the elven lad try to regain his breath, his hips still shaking.

“Don’t die on me, now,” he teases, taking him by the shoulders to sit up. A whine leaves his lips, his body unbelievably slack. Using his left hand to steady himself, [N] cringes as his fingers touch his plate, the cold mush that was once is breakfast between his fingernails.

#''fantastic breakfast love. now what do you have planned for lunch dinner and my midnightsnack eh?''#x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #orc x male reader #orc x human #orc x reader #terato #mons

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