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“Veroke—” Palse cried out. He wanted it to stop. His body felt broken by orgasms, his heat making everything feel good when he didn’t want it anymore. Every time Veroke pulled out and Palse’s womb clung to his shaft Palse was wrecked a little more.
But it didn’t matter how Palse cried, or shoved, or pleaded. Veroke either couldn’t hear him or didn’t care. His sweet, gentle lover was nowhere to be found.
It was worse that the audience was there, yelling orcish obscenities about Veroke breeding him.
Palse felt humiliated. He thought he understood orcish culture but he hadn’t known the marriage ceremony would be so barbaric. He hadn’t know that his body was so desperate for seed it would withstand all sorts of treatment.
Veroke huffed and rutted into him wildly, the squelch of Palse’s come-stuffed hole audible despite their breathing. Every slide made Palse’s hole sing and his insides squeeze. He was so full his belly was sloped out from all the excess seed. His womb was so stuffed his belly stuck out and it seemed like all the extra seed merely slopped out of his hole with every thrust.
He felt dirty.
Palse cupped Veroke’s face. He called softly to his lover.
“Oh, Veroke, what did they do to you?”
Veroke leaned in close to Palse and kissed him. Palse tried to shrink away from the touch but Veroke was insistent. He growled at Palse’s reluctance and pulled out for the first time in what felt like forever.
Veroke stood up, his hard cock was slathered in seed from tip to shaft. He gave Palse a confused look, as if he didn’t recognize him.
Palse’s chin trembled and he hunched in on himself, staring at the ground. There was little he could do to cover his nakedness. But he couldn’t find it in himself to look at Veroke. Why had he been told lies about the mating ritual? If he knew… he could have prepared himself.
Palse felt the cool air at the entrance of his distended hole. Come and slick slopped out of his hole in his hunched position and it wasn’t like he could tighten up. Veroke’s thick shaft had forced his hole to be gaping.
Veroke scooped him up and wrapped his arms around his middle. He sniffed his neck and gave Palse a long lick. “Mate,” Veroke grumbled. “Mine.”
Palse tried to stifle his sob. But he let out a sound of horror when Veroke started to push his cock into Palse’s entrance. Veroke was holding Palse up from behind his knees, and Palse was in no position to get out of his grasp.
Veroke lifted Palse up and down his slick length, pummeling Palse’s womb all over again.
The audience members jeered and cheered at the display. Veroke roared back as he began to walk with Palse on his cock. Every step pushed Veroke’s cock in deeper. And it humiliated Palse that all the attendants could see his ruined, stretched hole around Veroke’s massive length.
But Veroke seemed proud to show off in front of different people, walking directly in front of other orcs to display Palse’s stretched, frothing rim filled by orc cock.
“Well claimed, brother.”
“He’ll soon get with strong orcish lads.”
“You’ve shown just how well you fuck.”
“See how a little liquid courage makes for a splendid mating ceremony?” one orc practically sneered.
And then Palse remembered the one moment they’d been seperated before the ceremony. Veroke had been given a water skin and drank from it heavily. For a moment he looked as though he were about to say something and then they were expected to take up different spots for the ceremony.
They’d drugged his sweet, sensitive man. Of course, Palse thought, no longer caring at how Veroke fucked into him like a toy and treated him like a thing.
His Veroke would never be so base. Never.
Palse let out a broken moan as he came yet again, his body trembling with another orgasm. Seed frothed and tried to slosh out of his hole but he was stuffed with cock. Veroke continued bouncing him, forcing his belly to sway and rock with the motions.
Palse was too busy being bred to cobble his thoughts together but after all this he would find out what happened.
#
4 months later.
“My sweet Palse, how do you fare today?” Veroke kissed Palse’s cheek before nuzzling him.
Palse smiled gently. “I’m fine, husband, pregnancy is my only complaint.”
Veroke laughed softly. “Shall I massage you or give you an easy fuck?”
Palse hesitated. He’d never been able to tell his husband what their wedding ceremony had been like. Veroke seemed to remember the event completely differently and Palse knew the truth would crush his husband. Veroke was too sweet for an orc, too restrained, too soft. And clearly, someone had given him a drug to force something out of him.
Palse had only recently learned that Veroke had been drugged with something that simulated rut in alphas. Most orcs were not alphas but those that went wild around omegas in heat. Clearly someone had thought it would be fitting for Veroke to play the part of a rabid alpha in rut. But Veroke had no recollection of how he’d been. How he’d brutalized Palse.
He couldn’t tell Veroke that their child had been conceived in such a manner. And Palse was humiliated by how often he dreamt of the wedding, slick coursing down his legs and his cock throbbing with need. Something in him had broken a little. And he’d learned to appreciate rougher treatment. Veroke sometimes indulged him but didn’t seem entirely comfortable doing so.
“A hard fuck,” Palse said quietly, cheeks quickly warming. He got on all fours on the floor and crooked his head back. “Use me a little.”
Veroke was quick, already hard. He removed his pants and then tugged down Palse’s shorts. Just enough for Veroke to fuck.
He pushed inside without any warning and Palse groaned in near bliss. Veroke was rough, pressing most of his body weight into Palse in a way that made their balls slap together as Palse nearly drooled. He could feel his entrance dripping from their combined fluids.
“Harder,” Palse groaned, cock leaking from the pressure of Veroke’s cock on the entrance to his womb. The swell of his belly and the position of their fuck reminded him of their wedding. Instead of his come stuffed belly that was a mockery of pregnancy now he was well and truly pregnant. And addicted to rough treatment.
Veroke bucked into him. “You adore pregnancy don’t you, mate? It’s made you wild.”
Palse nearly laughed. “Oh shush. Just fuck me.”
“If you keep on like this I’ll think you want another babe soon after. Shall I keep you bred?”
Palse came, his cock spurting onto the floor from the intensity of the fuck. Veroke pulled out and carried Palse to the bed. He laid him on his side and slipped back in from behind, cradling Palse’s belly.
His stomach had become sensitive the larger it had grown. Even his husband touching his taut belly skin made his nipples hard.
“Sweet mate,” Veroke said softly as he rocked into Palse. “You please your husband too well. A few more months and you’ll give me a boon.”
Palse breathed heavily, rocking back against his husband as he filled his insides. And then he was sleepy. Palse turned his head and Veroke met his lips in a kiss. Veroke always kissed him so gently, his tongue like a caress against his own.
“I love you,” Veroke said softly, “my wonderful scholar.”
Palse swallowed loudly. “I love you, too, Veroke. My dear husband.”
Veroke nuzzled his neck and drew the blankets over both of them. “We’ll nap before we truly start the day, yes?”
“Hmm? Yes,” Palse said before yawning loudly.
His pregnancy had been easy so far, he only had an increased sexual appetite and a larger need for sleep. Veroke had coddled and spoiled him every day and every night. So he wouldn’t tell his husband of their wedding night.
He didn’t need to know.