The Princess and the Orc

Story by WotanAnubis

Princess Alicia, the fairest woman in all the land (or so the poets at the royal court claimed), walked sedately through the sunlit forest. Her pale blue gown trailed behind her, yet never seemed to get caught on some errant branch or thorn. The bright sun shining down through the leaves made her golden hair seem aglow.

If anyone were around to see her, they might think the Princess the kind of pure maiden about to catch a unicorn.

And she was pure. Or at least, Princess Alicia considered herself as such. Though she was aware others might not use her definition of 'purity'. And she had no interest in unicorns.

The Princess came across a large, moss-covered rock and settled down. She sat with such delicate grace any wandering artist that came across her would instantly decide to paint her portrait and name it something along the lines of 'The Muse of the Forest' or 'Love's Gentle Longing'.

But Princess Alicia had no interest in artists, either. Not human ones, anyway.

It was Princess Alicia's great good fortune to be King Harold's eight child. Her claim to the throne was weak, and only a real calamity would see her there. Her fey-like beauty had brought her many suitors, but she'd rejected them all out of hand. They'd all been commoners or minor nobility at best - not suitable at all for a Princess of the Realm, even one so far removed from the throne. That was the official reason she'd given, anyway.

Birds sang while the radiant Princess waited. They did not sing for her, but they sounded as though they might. Princess Alicia hardly listened to them. She had important news and she was eager to deliver it.

A figure emerged from the forest. Huge and broad-shouldered. Crude and muscular. Her brutish body was dressed in furs and rough hides. What little jewellery she wore was made of bones. A villainous axe hung from her belt. Her skin was green, her hair was black, her eyes were a bloody red, and tusks protruded from her violent mouth. Tattoos covered her bare right arm, telling the tales of her accomplishments and her place in her tribe - to those who knew the code.

Princess Alicia's heart beat wildly in her chest as she saw the great orc approach her. The sight of her made her forget everything but her sudden, burning desire to be near her. She slipped down from her rock and sprinted to the woman. She had to jump to embrace the orc, her feet kicking joyfully in the air as she pressed her soft and gentle lips against the orc's rough mouth.

The Princess could not remember when she'd first seen an orc. They were not a common sight at the royal palace. Technically the various orcish tribes were subjects of the king, but they paid no taxes and only heeded their own laws. Only in times of war did the orcs rally to the kingdom's aid. As a result, King Harold's kingdom hardly ever saw war.

But while the Princess couldn't recall exactly when she'd first seen an orc, from that moment on she'd desired nothing but orcs. Once her sexuality had flowered, her midnight fantasies had contained nothing but orcs, nothing but crude green bodies overpowering her and having their way with her helpless, delicate, and entirely willing, self.

Princess Alicia could not explain her attraction, not even to herself. Perhaps it was because she was so delicate, so refined, so quite like a fairy that she was so drawn to the powerful savagery of the orcs. Or perhaps she merely told herself that to impose some kind of logic on her irrational lusts.

Princess Alicia pulled away from the orc's lips. Her arms were still around the woman's shoulders, but it was mostly the orc's powerful arms that kept her aloft.

"It's good to see you, Kra," said Princess Alicia.

"And you as well."

Kra's voice was a low, bestial growl that sounded sweeter to Princess Alicia's ears than a million birds singing in harmony.

Princess Alicia kissed the orc again, her eagerness undiminished. She pressed her soft lips as tightly against Kra's mouth as she could manage it. Her delicate little tongue slipped from her mouth and pushed past the orc's lips, avoiding her sharp and jagged teeth to meet Kra's. Between soft moans and pleased sighs, the Princess and the orc kissed deeply, their tongue dancing against one another.

But Princess Alicia desired more than just a kiss. She pulled away and slipped easily from Kra's embrace. She knelt down on the green grass, her face more or less in front of the orc's crotch. She reached up with a slender hand and lightly caressed the powerful woman's breeches.

"Please, Kra, why must you be dressed?" Princess Alicia whimpered. "Will you not let me serve you?"

"Serve?" Kra laughed. "You're a Princess, I'm just an orc. Princesses don't serve orcs."

Princess Alicia's hand kept wandering across Kra's unfortunately clothed crotch. She could feel her heat in her palm, saw the orc's bulge grow with arousal.

"I serve orcs," Princess Alicia breathed. "And if I cannot serve you as a Princ

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