The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)
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				Title: <strong>The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jester</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 15:31:45</strong>
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				General Kartang pulled at the uniform he wore. It itched and was too tight for him but he wore it all the same. Since the war there had been a lot of changes to his way of life and he was not sure he liked it. <br><br>He had been a War Lord of the Kartang Clan and had enjoyed authority over his own people and reaked havoc over the lesser races. It made him chuckle to think of Gnomes and Goblins running from his Clan during their frenzies. But those days were gone and here he was dressed in clothing rather than loin cloth. It made him sick. Kartang had been chosen to greet the Princess because he was reasonably intelligent but he despised the duty. <br><br>The "New City" sat on the Bay and the Castle overlooked the now heaving Port and Dockyard. and New City was now one of the most important trading centres of the continent even though the City itself was only a year old. The previous city had been owned by the hated humans and once the Orcs had attacked it was soon smashed to smithereens. The Dwarves had rebuilt it for Gutrencher as thanks for his support in the war and it was not the most impressive city in the World. The Towers were made of Marble and could be seen from miles around and the city glowed and sparkled in the sun. The drainage was high tech and it was clean and unspoilt until the dirty Orc hordes finally arrived. <br><br>It was a strange few years when the Orcs and their allies came to the aid of the Elves and Dwarves. Humans had become too numerous and had crossed the Ocean to take land from the Dwarf and Elven races. But with a common foe King Gutrencher united the Orc and Goblin clans and together with the Giants and Ogres they came south to defend the Dwarf Mountains, the forests of the Elves and plains of the Gnomes.<br><br>Gutrencher repelled the human hordes and has united the races of the Continent of Elenor.<br><br>As a reward for the aid of the Orcs the Dwarves promise their aid in building a huge City called New City and a palace for Gutrencher, that was more impressive than any before and the Orcs took land once owned by the evil humans. The Gnomes promised to teach the Orcs and Goblins about the arts including theatre, literature and all sorts magical. And finally the Elven King promises his eldest daughter in marriage as a sign of the new alliance.....<br><br>New City, the city of the Orcs is now complete with a beautiful palace for Gutrencher and his new bride. The City stands as the first point of defence against the human hordes and is the finest city the world has ever seen.<br><br>Kartang looked out over the city and felt a small hint of pride that the Green Races had settled in the city so fast. He missed the old ways and he hated the clothing but he also felt the respect Orcs and Goblins now received. <br><br>"I see the Elves Kartang" Kartang's assistant squeeked at him. The Goblin named Moron was right. They were approaching. The Elven cortege was simple and pratical and the Princess's cart looked old and worn. It amused him to see the Princess appear so poor.&nbsp; He turned to check all was in order. His line of soldiers ran up the huge stairway to the Palace doors. <br><br>"We shall give her servants quarters Moron. She is obviously used to poor quarters. See to it." Kartang ordered the Goblin. He watched the Elves and their Princess ride into the courtyard and through the bejewelled and majestic Keep Gate. He stepped forward and forgot to bow as he opened the door. <br><br>"Come through Princess...... I am here to take you to your quarters. I am General Kartang." He said pulling himself to his full height and letting his tusks rise up from his mouth and curl over his top lips. The bunching of his muscles under his uniform and the effect of his tusks made him quite menacing.... "We have rooms prepared for your party as well..... Will you accompany me?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 16:40:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://oi37.tinypic.com/2gvkew4.jpg)</div>It was fair to say that Ilsia was nervous. The war with the human hordes had been terrible. They could have easily lost the war if the orcs, goblins, and ogres hadn't shown up. They helped defend their territory and land, and they helped protect the elven people. It was something the elves hadn't expected to happen. In fact, her father, King Cyprian, had been prepared to attempt a peaceful negotiation with the humans. Ilsia believed that any form of peaceful meeting between them and the humans would have ended badly. Humans were sneaky and conniving creatures. <br><br>Thankfully, the orcs and their accompanying reinforcements had come just in time. Her father had been so relieved to find out that they were offering to unite with the elves, against the humans. After the war, and the human hordes were nothing more, everyone had felt the need to thank the orcs. Of course, there were things that they could have easily offered the orcs. And yet, her father had decided that her hand in marriage was the most befitting gift to bestow upon the Orc King. <br><br>It wasn't that she minded so much. She didn't have any serious relationships with anyone who had been courting her. She wasn't betrothed to anyone either. But the thought that her father considered her to be the most appreciative gift he could give, annoyed her a bit. Of course, it could be seen as a compliment to Ilsia, that she was the best thing the elves had. But at the same time, it felt demeaning. Shouldn't she get a say in whether she is offered as a trophy?<br><br>Sitting in the carriage, which was disguised to look poor, she sighed. Her hand maiden looked over at her and tried to offer a reassuring smile. Ilsia was nervous to meet the King of the orcs. What would he be like? She had heard that their King was different from a regular orc. The way he'd been described made him sound as though he had evolved from the stories they'd heard of orcs. He wore clothes and was interested in finer things; things that orcs had never been interested in before. Ilsia was curious to meet King Gutrencher, but she was still nervous. Wringing her hands together, she could see the city coming up soon. <br><br>The carriage soon moved into the city and she could see people outside staring at them. The carriage had been disguised with magic to look poor. Although the races were now united, there were still some who would try to steal anything of value that they may have. Ilsia looked down at her dress, her fists clenching the blue, silky fabric. It was a simple blue dress (http://i.imgur.com/YhT7olp.png) with a very open neckline. The shade of blue was darker at the neckline and faded into a lighter shade toward the bottom hem. It was a tri-layered dress, and was one of her favourites.<br><br>When the carriage stopped moving, the door opened and a hand came out. A man addressed her, his voice deep and booming. He didn't bow, but she hadn't expected him to in the first place. <br><br>"Yes, thank you," she stepped out of the carriage as the driver released the illusion spell, showing the carriage in all its grandeur. It was even larger than it had appeared with the spell on it. The driver and her hand maiden began to unload the carriage as Ilsia turned to General Kartang.<br><br>"I assume that the King has important matters to deal with, so I wonder when I might meet with him. Today perhaps?" Ilsia didn't let her voice waiver as she spoke, appearing noble and strong. She didn't want her nerves to get in the way. She wouldn't admit it, but she wanted to see Gutrencher as soon as possible. There was no way for her to know what her future husband was like unless she met him in person. The quicker she met with him, the better. At least then she would be able to calm her nerves about marrying a stranger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jester</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 16:48:54</strong>
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				Kartang watched her climb down from the cart and he ignored the sounds of the men behind him. He wondered how this little thing would survive with hundreds of virile and horny Orcs. Many of the men behind him had raped Elven women and this Elf was more beautiful by far than any they had seen before. And she was to be their Queen. Elven women were considered the most beatiful and war with Elves had always been considered good fun until now. <br><br>Kartang managed to suppress the urge to spit on the ground and instead offered a slight incline of his head. Certainly now bow that his future Queen was acting so confidentky,<br><br>"Fine Princess. I shall tell him you wish to see him. Say your goodbyes to your guard and then you will accompany me with your ladies. The men can return home or we can make rooms for them." He turned and began the walk up the steps with two guards flanking him expecting her to follow. <br><br>Goblins had already descended on the carriage. Small goblins that jumped up and clambered on top to grab her baggage and throwing them down to waiting Goblins to ensure they arrived before the new Queen. <br><br>Kartang looked down at them from the top of the step. It amused him she was with so few of her kind but he knew his King would be insulted. The Elves rarely left their home and few if any would attend the ceremony. <br><br>He waited for the Princess to catch up and stood side by side with her as he took her to her room. <br><br>"The King will be dissappointed that so few of your family have decided to attend the betrothal ceremony. Will they be here for the wedding and your coronation? Or will they decide to insult and humiliate my King further?" He stoppped suddenly by a rather basic door. Moron stood on the other side of it head bowed slightly. <br><br>"These are your rooms. Moron will see to your needs. He is a simple Goblin but he is strangely well travelled and familiar with your strange customs. "Would you like me to tell the Elven Ambassador that you have arrived? He apologise for not being able to greet you on your arrival." 
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				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 17:08:20</strong>
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				She didn't know what to think of this General Kartang. He seemed rude to her. For some reason, he was curt with her, but he seemed to get to the point right on and in a direct fashion. Ilsia wasn't sure if she would end up liking this General. Hopefully, Gutrencher had more than one General. She would hate to only deal with Kartang and have to pretend to like him.<br><br>Following him up the stairs, she picked up her skirts. "They shall return home," she informed him. There was no need to inconvenience the orcs by making rooms for her driver and the other men. They had been tasked with delivering her safely and knew that they were to return as soon as possible.<br><br>When they reached the room, with little conversation between them, Ilsia was taken back by what Kartang had to say about insulting the King. "I beg your pardon. But as a General, you should realise that the King of any race is an important and busy person. They did not accompany me to the betrothal ceremony, but shall arrive in person for the coronation. They shall watch the wedding through magical means." she said in a dismissive tone. How dare Kartang insult her by insinuating that she intended to insult her future husband! She had come here because of her father and the obligation she now had to both their people. And yet Kartang had the nerve to insult her upon first meeting her. He could have at least asked in a decent manner, upon hearing her answer then decided whether to make the insult.<br><br>Looking at Moron, she nodded her head with a small smile, in his direction. She looked at Kartang, trying her best not to show her disgust for him, before nodding again. "If you would. I'm sure the Ambassador will be pleased to know I arrived safely." Ilsia turned and was about to open her door when she looked back over at Kartang. "Next time, instead of assuming something, I would much rather you ask politely first, before making insulting comments toward me." She didn't know how Kartang would react to it, but was already drawing her magical strength, in case he tried anything funny. She had no idea what to expect from him, but felt she was adequately prepared otherwise. Although she would try to avoid the use of magic, as it was seen as too mundane for royalty to use, she knew that it would be her only defense against a large orc.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jester</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 17:19:46</strong>
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				The Orc General kept his thoughts to himself about the customs of these Elves. The Dwarven, Minotaur and the Gnome parties were arriving tomorrow and the Elves abscence would be strange albeit they are there magically. He also did not want to speak for his King. The King had changed a lot and while he had made the Orc Clans very wealthy he had also made his people make huge sacrifices. <br><br>The General would have challenged him years ago but he knew he was no match for the Kings prowess in single handed combat. <br><br>He had hoped she would have been awed by the city but then he suppossed the Elves were civilized themselves.&nbsp; Kartang himself could not help but wonder at the new city built in so little time. The Dwarfs and their magical Golems were truly able to make such wonders. Although Kartang longed for the swamps of the North he did also enjoy the luxury that they now had. <br><br>Moron nodded his head eagerly as Kartang told the Princess that he would be her servant. Moron was looking forward to spending time with such grace and beauty. He was no normal Goblin and his own intelligence often had to be hidden from the bigger Orcs and Ogres. <br><br>Kartang grunted and bowed a brief nod and turned and left the Princess ignoring her complaints. <br><br>Moron looked up at her and grinned. His eyes were round and intelligent and he grinned at his new Mistress. His eyes hovered perhaps a little too much at her cleavage. It was obvious he enjoyed her beauty. <br><br>"Well......I suppose I should begin to unpack for you Princess?" He said just as the first of her trunks was carried in by large Ogres who had to duck to enter the small room. "Looks like it might be a squeeze. I would have thought you would have had the grandest rooms in the Palace and not these. But me... I am but a mere Goblin. Who am I to question the ways of my betters." <br><br>"The Elven Ambassador might be a little late too Princess...... He will not be used to your Elven ways any more. I fear he has taken a liking to Orc ways...." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 17:36:27</strong>
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				At least Kartang seemed to acknowledge her request, grunting and bowing his head before walking off. Whether he had actually acknowledged them or not didn't matter to her. She would put him in his place soon enough. She may be unaccustomed to their way of life, but there was no way she was going to allow the orc people to insult her openly and to her face. There was nothing she could do if they spoke behind her back, but to her face... Anyone who ever did that again, would feel the lash of her tongue.<br><br>She didn't pay much attention to Moron's extensive stares at her cleavage. Ilsia had expected these people to be uncivilized in some fashion. While it would be rude to stare at a person's assets in her country, she knew here that it wasn't. So, for Moron to stare at her cleavage, she just had to tell herself that it was something she would get used to. It didn't hurt anyone, allowing him to stare. However, if he tried to touch, then matters would be different. She was the King's bride and only the King's. She was to be his property and his equal, to an extent. Only he would have the right to touch her. <br><br>Looking into the room, she refused to look disappointed. Moron was right, she should have been given a different room. However, there was nothing she could do about it now. Soon enough, she would be moved into the King's room, or a room adjoining his. Her mother and father shared the same room. But Ilsia knew that not all royalty shared sleeping arrangements. She had no idea what to expect of Gutrencher.<br><br>"That is fine Moron. I expect that over time, I too shall become accustomed to your ways." she commented to herself idly. She was ready to become their queen. Ilsia would need time to accustom herself to their way of life, but she could do it. She was resilient after all. And she was extremely accommodating. Living here would be easy enough once she was used to it.<br><br>Helping Moron unpack a bit, not wanting him to touch her undergarments, she waited for the ambassador to arrive. Unsure of whether he would meet her at her room or elsewhere, Ilsia turned to Moron once everything was unpacked. <br><br>"Moron, am I to remain here until the Ambassador arrives, or may I have a tour of the palace?" she asked. Moron probably knew the palace much more than she would. She had never been here before and would easily get lost if she tried to find her way around alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jester</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 17:45:23</strong>
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				Moron kicked out the Ogres and shut the door quickly to give the Princess some privacy as she sobbed. Moron had spent a brief amount of time with some drow and was therefore the expert on Elves. He was pleased&nbsp; to see the Princess had not been worn down by the General. He had expected her Elven resolve to withstand the treatment of the General but then he realised she was far from home and all alone. <br><br>Moron was not exactly a kind or good Goblin but he was quick to know which side his bread was buttered. He worked quietly and put away her clothing and items neatly. He made efficient use of the space and he was sure the Princess would take and would re-arrange everything but he wanted to prove the space was not completely horrible. <br><br>It was a few hours later when the Elven Ambassador turned up just as the Princess had begunto question Moron.<br><br>He was young for an Elf and he was lean and willowy with long blonde hair. He stank of strong alcohol but his clothes were pristine and he kissed the Princess's hand warmly and with affection. He had worn rich and expensive clothes that was unusual for an elf who were not often extravagent. <br><br>"You will not remember me Princess but we both studied under the Lore Master Delavunel." He had a softer face than most Elves and it was obvious he had taken a drink before arriving. "I am sorry that I was not able to greet you when you arrived. I trust your journey was good?" <br><br>Moron stepped around the two and without being asked had prepared a small table and two chairs and before the Princess knew there was a pot of Elven Tea with two cups and a small tray of sweets.... <br><br>"Oh." Ambassadoar Leneroy said with a smile as he saw the setup. "After you Princess?" He said indicating the chair near her. "Right.&nbsp; Have you been informed about the Betrothal Ceremony? I hope I do not have to tell you all the awful truth."&nbsp; He said as he sat down in the chair next to her and began to pour tea for them both. <br><br>Moron had slipped into the other room so he was not underfoot. He slunk to a cross legged position by the door just in case he was needed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 18:48:44</strong>
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				Ilsia believed that she was holding on strong. Considering that she was about to marry a stranger, someone she may not be able to meet before the wedding, she thought things were going good. She hadn't broken down and didn't plan to either.<br><br>It was a couple of hours later when the ambassador showed up. He was definitely an elf, that much was certain, but he wasn't behaving like an elf would. He smelt of strong alcohol and his face was slightly flushed, probably from drinking. His clothes, however, were pristine and pressed. He looked elegant and extravagant. Did he always dress and smell this way? It was quite contradictory for him to smell of alcohol but look so refined. She didn't comment on his appearance though. That would have been rude.<br><br>After he kissed her hand, she looked him over again. "Actually, I do remember you. You were the one who almost set the classroom on fire, weren't you?" she smiled, bringing her hand up to her mouth, remembering it with a small chuckle. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't bring up any shortcomings from the past." she shook her head before seeing that Moron had set up a table and Elven tea for them.<br><br>"Thank you," she moved over to the table and sitting down. When Leneroy asked if she knew about the betrothal ceremony, she tilted her head the slightest bit before shaking it. "I'm afraid I know very little about the ceremony." she informed him, picking up her tea cup and taking a sip before placing it back down.<br><br>"It can't be that bad, it's just a betrothal ceremony. It isn't the actual wedding." she smiled confidently. Ilsia didn't know what 'awful truth' Leneroy was referring to, but it couldn't be that bad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jester</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 23:02:03</strong>
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				Leneroy's eyes nearly bulged and he took the opportunity to stuff his mouth with sweets. So that he had time to think and tell his Princess the news. He almost wanted the Goblin to reappear so that he could be rude to it and dispel the embarrassment he felt. <br><br>Finally he chewed through the sweet and took a sip of the Tea. He was tempted to ask if she had any wine but he knew deep down that she would not. <br><br>"Well there will be a gathering of the Orc Warlords and a presentation ceremony." He coughed and took another sip. <br><br>"I wonder if you had a dress chosen for the ceremony? I would imagine that it is rather....Elven. You may want to consider a dress you would wear during.......... relaxation. These Orcs are very focused on physical beauty and would find your normal relaxing robes that are sheer and thin much more appealing than our formal robes. It would endear you to them greatly. I must admit though I am rather shocked you have not been warned of the ceremony. I hate to be the one that tells you this...." <br><br>Again he looked around hoping to find an escape. <br><br>"The King will expect you to perform felatio on him. While he sits on his throne and while the Warlords watch and feast. It is the bride's way of thanking their fiancee of choosing to marry them....He in turn will bestow gifts that show he is worthy of you and will hope to impress you." He coughed to hide his embarrassment. "Are you familiar with felatio Princess? I fear it is something else I will need to advise you on......Not directly of course." He said blushing. "I understand that it may be difficult to please such a large..............person."<br><br>A slight snigger from Moron can be heard in the next room...... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>08-06-2016, 01:11:55</strong>
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				When Leneroy's eyes bulged, Ilsia started to worry. What could possibly be so bad that Leneroy would stuff his face to avoid answering? Leaning forward, she nodded slowly as he finally began to speak. <br><br>"Okay," she started. Upon hearing that she should wear her sheer sleepwear, a confused look crossed her features. When Leneroy mentioned the word 'felatio', Ilsia looked even more confused for a moment. Felatio... what would she have to do that requires her to wear sheer clothing? It couldn't be intercourse... that would mean... <br><br>Gasping, her hands flew to her mouth as she looks mortified.<br><br>"In front of everyone?" She asked in a quiet voice. Shaking her head, Ilsia stands up abruptly. "Okay, thank you Leneroy. I shall... well...I'll figure something out."<br><br><hr><br>Ilsia has chosen to take Leneroy's advice in what she should wear. Wearing a pair of loose undergarments with completely sheer robes, she peeks out from behind the curtains. The room was filled with many orcs who were seated. Some were conversing and others were eating from the buffet and feast laid out. Pulling back from the curtain, Ilsia turns to see an orc approaching her. He wore a robe around his waist&nbsp; but she didn't pay enough attention to see anything else. He is taller than the other orcs she's met so far. Her hands are clasped together and she looks worried and anxious. Upon meeting his eyes, Ilsia immediately lowered her gaze. She felt extremely nervous now. She began pacing as the man came closer. Her clothes were so loose that it provided no real support for her breasts.<br><br>Glancing over at him, she tried to smile. "I feel nervous. I've never... I mean... how, what..." she stopped talking and brought one hand to her mouth to start chewing on her nails.<br><br>Ilsia still had no idea what Gutrencher looked like. Looking up at the man, she noticed the crown atop his head. Realising who he is and what she just said to her future husband, her hands fly up to her lips. "Oh god, I'm so..." she blushed a deep red colour before placing her head in her hands.<br><br>"What do I do?" She asked a moment later. Taking a deep breath, Ilsia looks at Gutrencher, her face still red, before swallowing the lump at the back of her throat. "I'm sorry my lord, I did not know who you were..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jester</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 10:01:36</strong>
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				Gutrencher watched her enter. She paused and looked nervous. He had hoped she would walk gracefully and beautiful towards the Throne and stun the entire room but intead she hesitated and waited. The effect as still magical though. As she stepped intothe room his breath stopped and he was stunned by her and for a moment he was unable to approach. His face was rigid and he stood silent as the Orcs began to comment about her around him. His own race disgusted him as he watched the Elven Princess release the curtain. His heart felt for her as she must have felt beset by enemies from all sides. But he admired the way she had dressed and the way she stood by the door.<br><br>The Orcs were making a racket and Gutrencher noticed the Dwarven, Gnome and Halfling ambassadors all sat quietly. Gutrencher could tell that the Dwarf Thane was fiercely proud of the Princess.<br><br>Gutrencher felt as though he had hours to appraise his future wife. He looked her up and down he felt a moments dismay when finally she stood before him. She was so small, petite and copletely unlike Orc or even human women. But then he realised that only made her the more beautiful. He moved swiftly for his size and met his bride at the doors to the room. <br><br>He smiled gently whenshe began to talk to him. She made no sense and he could not answer any of her questions. He watched her face as fear changed to confusion when she realised to whom she spoke. She apologised and he watched her redden in embarrassment.&nbsp; He was agile for his size and he offered her his arm. He stepped aside and revealed his throne a smaller throne fit for an Elf Queen. It stood next to the large Oak Throne required to carry Gutrencher's huge body and mass.<br><br>He bowed and heard her words and he knew he must seem so brutish to her. He was a beast with no regard for manners. He spoke and then paused. Where her voice was angelic his was gutteral.<br><br>"Come my Queen." He spoke as if she was his Queen already. He wanted her completely now from just the few seconds he had seen her and nothing would change his mind. He said offering her his arm. And then at a whisper. "If you stay by me then you have nothing to fear. But I think I have been sent a fearless Elf. I like that."<br><br>He guided her to the top of the stairs and gestured for her to turn to face the crowd.<br><br>His touch was gentle and he took a few moments to consider his words. His words were clumsy but his words were sincere.<br><br>"Friends. Allies. Please join me in welcoming Princess Ilsia, Eldest Daughter of our Elven allies. She comes to seal the peace between us all." He glanced at Ilsia and gently squeezed her hamd and smiled at her.&nbsp; "She comes to our City alone and without friends. I bid you all make her feel welcome. Her family and those of her kin send her here alone. I understand they do this because of their culture and traditions. I also like to think it is a sign of their trust and faith in me and my people. That they can send their Jewel. A treasure without price and know that she will be safe and welcome here. I want all the races of Elenor to see this union as the lasting peace between us all. "<br><br>His words were met with applause. The Orcs and the ambassadors were on their feet. His words were simple but effective.<br><br>"Let us start with some entertainment." He said with a smile.<br><br>He turned to Ilsia.<br><br>"Please take a seat. If we lean in then we can talk without being disturbed. This may be one of the last times we actually have to talk in private." He said waiting till she sat.<br><br>"I hope your journey was not too tiring and that you are pleased with your rooms?" He asked sincrely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 14:10:21</strong>
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				With her face still red, Ilsia looked down at his offered arm. There was a moment of silence that passed between them. When Gutrencher spoke, Ilsia was taken back. He sounded different from what she expected, but at the same time, it sounded right to her. He should invoke fear into his enemies and sound strong for his people. While she didn't feel fear right now, she knew that she was still nervous. But, if Gutrencher were beside her, it didn't feel as difficult.<br><br>Seeing the thrones together, she looked back at him and placed her hand in his arm. As soon as she did, Ilsia heard his whisper about having nothing to fear while staying by his side. She smiled to herself as he told her he believed that she were fearless. She was, but her nerves were getting to her. This was a big change, something she was expected to adapt to with grace and ease. What if she failed? Ilsia shook that thought from her head. She didn't want to think of failure. Gutrencher seemed to believe she could do this; she could tell by the way that he called her his queen, as if it were set in stone already. "Thank you, for the confidence." she whispered back before smiling wide.<br><br>Turning to face the crowd as he gestured for her to, Ilsia stood proud, her head raised high. When Gutrencher started to address the crowd, everything fell silent. She listened while keeping her eyes out at the crowd. Feeling the squeeze of his hand, she smiled a little wider. What he had to say next took her by surprise. She hadn't expected those words of encouragement. And the response from the crowd made her feel more welcome.<br><br>However, when he said 'entertainment', Ilsia thought he meant the ceremonious felatio. Unsure of where to sit, she decided that if she sat in the wrong spot, she would just be directed to where she should be. Ilsia sat on the throne next to Gutrencher with a little apprehension. She was unsure where she was supposed to be. But she would trust that she hadn't messed anything up, and that Gutrencher would direct her if she did something wrong.<br><br>When he leaned in to tell her that they could talk, she figured it would be brief. Hearing his question about her journey and rooms, she felt herself feeling warm inside. He was concerned about her. She had heard stories about him. About how fearsome and cruel he could be. How he could strike fear into the hearts of his opponents. She hadn't expected him to be so kind to her. She had expected him to be more rough around the edges. Then again, she didn't know him very well yet. But his first impression made her feel confident.<br><br>"The journey was safe. An illusion spell was cast to deter thieves. And the rooms are quaint. Thank you," Ilsia smiled, her hand still in his, she gave it a firm squeeze. It wasn't a gentle touch, as she wondered if he would even feel it if it were so gentle. But it wasn't a death grip, just a little firm.<br><br>Leaning in closer, she felt the need to ask about what was expected of her tonight. She knew what she had to do, but she was still nervous about actually doing it. She was certain that Gutrencher has had his fair share of pleasures in his lifetime. While she is a virgin, with only gossip and general knowledge to go off, he has experience. She wanted his advice on this challenge.<br><br>"As I said back there, behind the curtain, I am nervous." she was whispering quiet enough that no one else would hear, but loud enough for him to actually hear her. "I've never done such a ceremony before. I am worried about how it will end..." she paused for a moment before continuing. "What do I do when it reaches the finish?" she was referring to when he orgasmed. She had no idea what she was supposed to do then. She'd overheard her handmaidens once talk about 'swallowing' but she didn't think she was required to do that. But it was best to ask instead of doing something wrong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jester</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 14:26:01</strong>
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				He was aware of her distaste for him immediately. She found it difficult to look at him and she held her nose as if there was a pungent smell about him. Gutrencher was actually one of the few Orcs that bathed daily and actually enjoyed the scents and bathing oils that the Gnomes had provided him with. <br><br>Her reply to his last question also stung and he found that he did not actually like this Elf Princess despite her beautiful appearance. She seemed cold and aloof even compared to the few Elves he had met. He considered her words though. He himself had chosen a wing of his new palace. She should have every luxury afforded to the Queen of the Orcs and the eldest Elven Princess and yet she called it quaint! <br><br>"I am pleased about your ourney. I understand you came alone. If should have sent someone to meet you sooner with provisions to make you comfortable. As for your rooms I shall need to check......I had chosen a wing of the Palace for you. You should have servants and a number of luxuries....." He growled in anger as he realised that his orders had probably been misinterpreted. <br><br>"I have met your parents. They fought alongside me as we pushed the humans off our continent. They are both honourable people. Their absence at this ceremony is distressing. I hope this does not reflect their opionon of me? I had hoped they would be pleased to see their daughter married in such an alliance. I must admit that I do feel a little insulted........" He sat back and watched two flame eaters step out in front and perform for the audience as a servant passed the Princess and King a drink. <br><br>Gutrencher looked at her with amusement. He saw the shock and realisiation of his size and appearance and felt sorrow. He was used to it. Even Orcish women quailed in his presence. <br>He wondered what the exact thoughts were that were going around her head. Fear? Anger? He did not know but he could see she was not happy with the circumstances. <br>He was surprised at the condition of the rooms and made a note to look into it later. <br>&nbsp;<br>He tried to smile when she began to discuss their customs. That was a relief as it would have been a bad omen if he had had to force her to do it. At her request to talk about it before hand he nodded in agreement.<br>&nbsp;<br>"We can enjoy this entertainment for as long as we want. It is only when you and I agree we are ready that we would move onto that part of the ceremony. And do not worry. Many an Orc Bride has pretended she liked the entertainments to delay the inevitable. You will not be alone in your concerns." He had meant that to sound funny but realised it wasn't. So he continued. <br><br>"I can remain seated or stand depending on which position will be more comfortable for you. You will then simply kneel before me and remove my cock from my trousers and begin to lick and suck on the end using your lips. There are a number of things you will need to be aware of. First do not be over long. It will seems as though you are not able to satisfy me. Secondly the less you use your hands the better. It shows you really want to pleasure your lord and remember if you want me to feel it then you need to be quite confident and rough. Thirdly at my climax I will ejaculate. This is very important because where I ejaculate has far reaching omens. If you let me ejaculate on your face then you are saying that you will be a submissive queen. If you take it in your mouth and swallow you are saying you wish to be treated as an equal. And on your naked chest you will be a slut for your king...and if you spray your own sex then it is a good omen and means we will have many children. I have my preference but it is your choice." He paused and took a sip. "If you really hate it then I suggest you bare your chest or strip naked. Your body certainly will arouse me quickly and ensure a quick completion."<br>&nbsp;<br>He turned to watch the jugglers for a moment. "Another tip would be that you can force yourself on my cock by gagging and trying to take it in the throat. The crowd will love it but I think you will it strange.....due to my size." <br><br>"My Queen....If i could make it so that you did not need to do this I would. But I can't." He squeezed her hand and stared into her eyes. He desperately wanted to stare at her breasts. "I desperately want you as my queen and more...... May i gaze upon you openly and admire you?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 14:55:26</strong>
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				When Gutrencher seemed uncertain, Ilsia took that moment to apologise to him. "I apologise if I sound too formal. It is not my intention to sound cold, it is how I was raised to speak," she informed him. She didn't want there to be any confusion between them. It felt as though he thought negatively of her. She didn't want him to think of her as cold and distant. Some people had told her that was how she came across, in the past. And she wanted to make certain that wasn't how Gutrencher saw her.<br><br>Confused, Ilsia looked at Gutrencher for a moment. "A wing of the Palace? I might be mistaken, but I was shown to a rather small room. Not that I'm complaining, but it isn't a wing of the palace." she looked out at the crowd and noticed that General Kartang was in the audience. Not saying anything, she turned back to Gutrencher and smiled to him. "It is all right, we shall have this fixed. I am pleased to know that you are thinking of my interests, my lord." she looked down for a moment before raising her gaze to meet his.<br><br>Upon hearing about her parents, she felt embarrassed again but did not let it show on her face. "After hearing about the circumstances of this particular ceremony, I believe that my father felt uncomfortable knowing what was to happen. However, they will be present for the coronation and shall make their appearance at our wedding through magical means. I apologise that they couldn't be here tonight. I swear, their intention isn't to insult you."<br><br>A flame eater came out to entertain the crowd as they waited for the two to officially start the ceremony. Ilsia watched with interest as she waited for Gutrencher to inform her about the circumstances of the ceremony. When he did, she turned to look at him, her eyes making contact the entire time, not looking away once. Ilsia wouldn't say that she wasn't happy about the situation. It was rather that she was scared. She had never done anything like this before and was worried that if she made a mistake, everything would be wrong.<br><br>She listened intently, nodding her head every once in a while when she had to remember something important. When he finished speaking, she looked down at their joined hands and thought hard. "What is your preference? About where you should ejaculate? I want to consider both of our desires." she smiled again, showing her teeth this time as she was sincere in her smile.<br><br>When he told her that he would change this if she could, she felt the warmness turn to tingling. He really cared for her... When he asked if he may stare at her more openly, she glanced down at her very loose undergarments before looking back up immediately. She was going to have to strip naked either way... Taking a deep breath, Ilsia nodded. "I would like that," she said, with truth behind her words. She didn't know what Gutrencher thought of her body. She was beautiful and curvaceous, but she wasn't an orc. Would he think her too thin and fragile?<br><br>Ilsia started to take her robe off, still sitting, before removing the top portion of her undergarments, exposing her breasts to Gutrencher and the crowd. Her face felt hot as her cheeks flushed the slightest bit. She could hear some noise in the crowd since she removed the top of her undergarments, but her eyes never left Gutrencher. "Am I pleasing to the eye? I was worried that I would be too thin. I am not an orc after all," she let out a brief and awkward giggle, trying to be funny.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jester</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 15:09:04</strong>
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				"Princess. Where I find you beautiful you find me repulsive. Relations between man and women are primarily games of the mind." He sighed happily when she removed her gown. She was perfect and he took his time admiring her.&nbsp; "You are perfect." <br><br>"Try and enjoy it if you can. Princess......do as you think feels right. I have given you guidance and we should see what happens." He stood up and turned to the audience. <br><br>The room quickly quietened as he lifted his hands. He turned and helped the Princess to her feet and gave her a soft smile. But he boomed out to the audience in mock bravado. <br><br>"Ladies and Gentleman. It is time for the fate of not just two nations but all of our nations to be decided. You have all helped bring about this peace. The Dwarves with their support of building this wonderful city. The gnomes for their libraries and theatres. The Goblins , Orcs and Minotaurs for their strength and muscle and guile in repelling the Humans. And now its the turn of the Elves to cement our lasting peace." He turned to the Princess. <br><br>"Princess I welcome you to my home. We now all wait to see if you agree to staying here and becoming my bride in four weeks hence." In order to show off he grabbed the poor girl and pulled her into an embrace and kiss with his hands roughly groping her body. He heard the roar of approval from the Goblins and Orcs and used the opportunity to ask one last question. "If you are not able to arouse me...I can take control and guide you but it could be rough....Would you prefer that or shall I just call it off?" <br><br>He waited for her answer before stepping back.&nbsp; "How would you like me Princess?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 15:30:46</strong>
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				Ilsia looked at Gutrencher with a longing look. What he said made the warm tingling even stronger. How could he think that she found his repulsive? As far as she'd seen and heard, he had nothing but her best interests at heart. "I do not find you repulsive, Gutrencher." she said his name quietly, a sincere look of fondness on her face. Unless he were to do something that would harm her, she didn't think she could find him repulsive right now.<br><br>She hadn't expected the compliment, although, she should have. Blushing at his words, she nodded her head in an awkward acknowledgement while whispering, "thank you".<br><br>When Gutrencher stood, she watched, feeling the lump at the back of her throat. Why was she so nervous? Gutrencher wanted her, and he made her feel warm inside. This shouldn't be so hard. She could do this! Ilsia told herself that while she may not be experienced, she was determined.<br><br>Hearing his words made her feel proud. She wasn't one to soak up any spotlight, but she felt the pride swell inside her chest as he spoke. He was going to be her husband, she was going to be his queen. She had been so scared and nervous. She didn't feel that way now.<br><br>As he finished, she was pulled into an embrace with a kiss. Closing her eyes immediately, Ilsia kissed him back as best as her virgin lips could. She had never been kissed before and thought that her technique was sloppy compared to Gutrencher's. When the kiss broke, she heard his whisper, but smiled and leaned in to silence him with another kiss. The kiss she initiated was much more chaste, not certain as to how to kiss properly yet. "Thank you, but I can do this. I am confident that I can please you as I want to."<br><br>Gutrencher stepped back and Ilsia felt more confident now than she had earlier. Pointing to the throne, she said loudly and with an extremely confident voice, "Sitting, my lord."<br><br>She waited for him to take a seat back on his throne. Her back was facing the crowd as she dropped the last of her undergarments to the ground. She was bared completely now, but only Gutrencher was able to see the full extent of the front half of her naked body. She didn't turn around to show the rest of the crowd, instead, she moved in and knelt in front of him. Her fingers moved gracefully as she removed his cock from his trousers. She saw his size and felt the lump rising again, but pushed it back down. She could do this! Gutrencher looked huge, but then again, she had nothing to compare him to.<br><br>Placing her hands at her sides, she then leaned in, her hot breath brushing against him as she licked up his shaft. She went slow at first, before taking the tip in her mouth. Her eyes were open, watching Gutrencher's expression to know whether it felt good. She didn't look away, keeping her eyes trained on his face as she worked on pleasing him. Taking him into her mouth as much as she could without choking, she started to suck. Thinking that it wouldn't be too hard to do, Ilsia would bring him in as far as she could, running her tongue back and forth, while sucking, as she pulled him out. It was a trial and error system, but she believed it was working. <br><br>She continued for a long time, but hopefully not too long. She didn't want to take too long in fear of 'not being able to please him'. She shifted slightly, her hands wanting to hold and touch him, but remained at her sides. She felt a shift in the air and wondered if he were close to ejaculation. She sucked harder, waiting for the fateful moment. She was going to swallow. But as she decided, a thought occurred to her. She just had to wait, continuing to suck as best as she could. It was difficult with his size, but she was going to do this!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jester</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 15:53:18</strong>
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				He realised that she was not quite as disgusted as he first thought. <br><br>He was pleased when she did not fight him off when they kissed and he found her scent and softness appealing and he felt his arousal surface after all. He was pleased with her determined tone and her voice was strong as she answered and part of him almost hoped she would not manage to satisfy him so he could use her roughly.....<br>His thoughts were distracted when she ushered him to the throne lowered to her knees before him. <br>&nbsp;<br>He could not help but moan in delight aas he enjoyed his perfect view. His eyes were fixed on her small perky bosom and he felt his mouth water. The Generals could be heard making lewd comments but at a low growl from Gutrencher they soon quietened down. The image was wonderful and he could not help look up and roar a triumphant cry. <br><br>He looked down and bared his teeth. "You are beautiful Princess. I am very pleased...." <br><br>The trousers fell down easily exposing hairy thick thighs framing a large penis that was already stiff and making his cock look even bigger than it was and that was the length and width of a human forearm and close to the size of a horses cock. Unlike the rest of his gray/green skin his cock was an emerald green and its complexion was not mottled or spotty but the cock was smooth and powerful looking. Where Gutrencher was ugly his enormous cock was smooth and beautiful. It still hung low down his legs and just behind it were two heavy looking balls with no pubic hair on them.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font">Gutrencher could not help but lick his lips in expectation....<br><br></span></span>He looked down at her and wanted to help but it would be seen as wrong if he did. He had to remain impartial and let the Princess do her best. THe only movement he did was to lay one massive hand on her head and he gently increased the pressure to push her deep or faster. <br><br>Her enjoyed how silky her hair was and a sigh escaped his mouth. He could not let her know that the gentle licks were not enough but he knew she was learning and exploring. <br><br>He could feel his pre-cum bubbling out of his cock and he realised that he should have also warned her that Orcs were heavy cummers and he was especially bad. Any dignity that she thought she might maintain would probably be gone by the time he had given her an Orc cum shower. His breathing got heavier and he moaned as she gagged on his cock and as she looked at him his eyes tightened a little as if he was smiling in approval. <br><br>He did not notice anyone before them but his eyes were fixed on her gentle body and petite breasts and he felt his cock throb a little at the visual stimulation. <br><br>The Orcs did not dare to make a noise and everyojne watched with expectation......... <br><br>Gutrencher was pleased to see that he was dribbling pre-cum. He knew that this would either arouse her and make her feel satisfaction or else it might disgust her and they would both be shamed....... He lifted her off to let a burst of pre-cum coat his cock and he moaned in pleasure. <br><br>It did however take some time and he knew she would be getting jaw ache sometime soon. But he could not cum too soon and he could not let her take too long or both would be considered bad omens. <br><br>His pre-cum began to build up and he watched it dribble from his cock and down her chin and onto her naked breasts and he moaned in delight at the sight. His breathing was erratic now and his hand had tightened as he was now very nearly close. She had been performing for him for nearly 30 minutes and that was just the right amount of time. <br>He widened his eyes as he looked at her and hope that would be warning enough. His cock began to twitch and he moaned out loud before it began to erupt. His balls swelled and soon his cock was pumping out a huge volume of semen that was hot sticky and a creamy white colour. <br><br>She pleasured him for a while he loved it and let her take her time but he was much more aroused than he expected and he was pleased she was good. He tried to make his pleasure obvious and his orgam was louder than he thoght.<br><br>"My queen! Yes! Yes that's wonderful! My queen! Its wonderful!" He had not warned her. His ejaculation was immense and with her mouth around his cock he would fill her mouth immediately. Orc cum was much greater than any human or elf. His orgasm lasted longer than normal. His ejaculat stopped after twenty seconds of heavy spunk had been released but his body shook and shivered for another ten seconds leaving him very satisfied. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 16:15:13</strong>
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				Ilsia could taste it in her mouth, had he begun to ejaculate? She was lifted from him as a coat of thin, white, and sticky liquid coated his cock. So he hadn't ejaculated yet, but he was dripping. Even though Ilsia had heard gossip from her handmaidens, they had never spoken directly to her about the topic. She had no idea that this was 'pre-cum' and was a good sign. She thought that it was bad, something that she believed meant she should try harder. But Gutrencher had moaned at this, confusing her even more.<br><br>When his hand started to tighten in her hair, she noticed his eyes widen. Was this the moment? She pulled him out just a little bit but kept him in just enough that she would be able to swallow his load. She could feel the tight, soreness in her jaw and knew it would be over soon. <br><br>In an instant, she felt his seed spurt into her mouth and she tried to keep it all in her mouth. But as he spurted more and more, it started to fall from her lips and down her chin. It landed on her breasts and slid down to her stomach. She tried her best to keep her mouth there, although she let out a startled, muffled, gasp. When it stopped, she pulled him out of her mouth and watched as he shivered and shook. Ilsia wondered how his orgasm felt. Would hers feel the same way? Blushing faintly, she reminded herself that she should be lucky to experience an orgasm. But since Gutrencher cared about her well-being, she didn't think it would be an issue.<br><br>As she was about to swallow the load in her mouth, she let a bit dribble down her chin, catching it in her hands and wiping the cum that had fallen prior, down her stomach and to her virgin pussy. She didn't know if it was supposed to be sprayed inside her or not, but she rubbed it into her pubic mound, remembering the good omen of many children that Gutrencher had mentioned to her.<br><br>Ilsia then proceeded to swallow the cum in her mouth before looking up at Gutrencher. She wasn't sure if she had done it right. Sure, he'd orgasmed, but did she do the omens right? Was it a fruitful and good ceremony? She had no idea. Waiting a moment after swallowing, Ilsia watched Gutrencher before trying to stand. She had been on her knees so long that her legs were stiff and she stood with a slight wobble. Her jaw was sore but she felt that she'd done a good job. <br><br>Smiling to Gutrencher as she gained her balance from her slight wobble, she had the cum stains down her body. Looking down at herself for a brief second, she was a little glad that her parents hadn't come. That would have made her feel self-conscious and embarrassed. But she wouldn't say this to him. Instead, she stepped forward and raised her hand to touch his cheek. "Did I do it right?" she asked with a wide grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jester</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 16:31:33</strong>
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				He nodded and it was obvious he was exhausted as he helped his bride to be to her feet. She would remain coated in semen until they left and they had to wait for Kartang to speak. <br><br>The King however could not help but beam delightfully at his betrothed. It had worked out well. Very well indeed. <br><br>It was obvious Kartang was less than pleased. <br><br>&nbsp;"Ilsia, Daughter of Cyprian, has completed the betrothal ceremony. By her own actions she has proven to us all that she will be a great wife fulfilling the role of submissive, slut and yet remain equal and there will be bountiful children. As the role of submissive she will tend to her husbands daily needs personally. She will never stray from his side unless he so commands it. She has promised to be his slut. She will tend to his sexual needs and desires and deny him nothing. She will be the mistress of his harem and will ensure it remains full of beautiful maidens for his pleasure. And she has also demanded that she be treated as an equal. She will have power in the kingdom as a Queen and not just as his bride. She is the Queen without any doubt. She has also asked for plentiful children and will allow the King to bed her whenever he desires." He stepped aside as he turned to the audience. "Please cheer our King and his Bride to be." <br><br>Gutrencher led his betrothed out but once they were out of the Alliance throne room they were seperated and taken to their own rooms and for her to shower and cleanse herself. Gutrencher did not know how to feel after the ceremony. Things returned to normal and he knew he would not see her again until the wedding ceremony. He wished he had had more opportunity to talk to her. It was the next day he remembered her words. <br><br>At midday he stormed through the Palace. Gaurds and Pages offered to help but he ignored them as he burst into her accomodation and looked around. His face was a fury and his fists were clenched tightly. <br><br>"Moron! Come here!" He said roaring out loud. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 16:45:53</strong>
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				Ilsia was so happy that it seemed to be emanating from her person. When she heard what General Kartang had to say, she wished she could have asked a few questions about it. She was completely willing to do all those things, but the mention of a harem made her pause. Her face didn't waver though as it was mentioned. She could always talk to Gutrencher personally and privately about that later. She didn't want to cause a scene here about something that wasn't as significant to her. It would be discussed and handled. Things would work out.<br><br>When he led her out, Ilsia was about to turn to talk to him but she was already being led in a different direction toward her humble room. She was disappointed about that. They hadn't had much time to talk before the ceremony. She was his betrothed now, shouldn't she be able to see him when she wanted to? As long as he wasn't too busy, that should have been the case. However, she hadn't seen him since the ceremony.<br><br>Ilsia had decided to take a walk around the palace grounds the day following the ceremony. She could still feel the tightness in her jaw, but it was slowly fading. She had no idea what Gutrencher was doing and wished that she could have a moment alone with him. It would be nice to discuss things. Things like this harem. She understood that she was conforming to their customs, but it was a union of peace. Shouldn't they try to accommodate some of her customs? It wasn't just a matter of customs though. It was tied in with her honour. How could she be seen as a good wife if she made sure that her husband was sleeping with other women? It didn't feel right to her. As her husband, he shouldn't need to have intercourse with anyone else. If he did, wouldn't it imply that she wasn't able to satisfy him? <br><br>Ilsia was returning to her rooms when she saw Gutrencher down the hall. He was in a hurry and she wondered what was the matter. He barged into her room and she knew something was wrong.<br><br><br>Moron came out from the side room and bowed. "Yes my King?" he asked, wondering what had the King so upset. <br><br><br>It was then that Ilsia walked into the doorway. She wondered what was wrong. Why was he so angry. She didn't say anything though, waiting to hear what the commotion was about.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jester</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 16:53:53</strong>
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				The King looked around at the room and picked up the poor goblin and almost threw him across the room. <br><br>"You!" He roared. "You will have the Princess's stuff moved. You will sort it now. I can't believe you brought her here." <br><br>The goblin quickly began to send orders to servants and waiting staff. The real rooms consisted of a wing of the castle. She would have room for ten maids and companions and would have her own cook and serving staff. There would be living rooms as well as her own large bedroom. Hot water would always be available.<br><br>"She was to have the best Moron! I had the Queens Gardens designed for her! Has she not seen them?? Or the steam baths??" Gutrencher nearly struck the poor Goblin again when he realised Ilsia was in the room.<br><br>"Apologies Princess for the intrusion. I have ordered for your room to be changed. I hope you will like them. I dont know how the error happened. Rest assured those involved will be punished.."&nbsp; He looked at Moron and then back to his Queen. <br><br>"I would like to take you round the gardens myself. Moron will be beheaded and I will find someone else to look after you." he said simply at a squeek from Moron. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 17:08:37</strong>
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				Ilsia was shocked to see how angry Gutrencher was. She was a little confused. Hadn't he chosen the room for her? If had chosen for her to be in a better room, with attendants and such, then why had she been placed in these rooms? She wondered if it really were Moron's fault. It couldn't be. He was smart enough to know that if the King wanted her in a private wing of the castle, that putting her in this quaint and humble room would get him punished. Something wasn't adding up here and she knew that Moron wasn't at fault for this. Something smelled rotten and it wasn't any of them.<br><br>"No need to apologise." she said, looking back at Moron who was issuing orders already to have her stuff moved. "I would enjoy a tour of the gardens very much. I hope I'm not distracting you from more important matters." she said with a smile. She was trying to think back to when she was shown to her room. She had to think of something or else he would be punished for someone else's crime.<br><br>"I don't mean to be rude my lord, but Moron wasn't the one to lead me to these rooms." she remembered quite well that General Kartang had led her here, with Moron following behind. "When I arrived, General Kartang brought me here. I was introduced to Moron shortly after." She looked back at Gutrencher. Moron may be a simple goblin, but he hadn't done anything wrong. Her sense of right and wrong couldn't allow him to be killed for something he didn't do.<br><br>"There must have been confusion about your orders, my lord. I am sure that no harm was meant. It will be fixed and we shall tour the gardens, yes?" she was trying her best to sound diplomatic. Ilsia hoped that Gutrencher would release Moron from his death sentence. She hoped that she had helped to alleviate any misunderstandings about what had happened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jester</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 17:16:41</strong>
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				Gutrencher felt his anger subside and his calm return and it was a few moments till he responded. <br><br>"It will be as you wish. Please accept my apology for my intrusion." He then took her arm and led her towards the Queens Wing and Gardens. Before they reached the entrance he led her through a porch and into her gardens. The gardens were brand new and built for the Queen. All of the plants and trees had been supplied by her father as saplings and with magic the Gardens had been grown. They did not exactly match her home but instead they were styled to be beautiful, calming amd relaxing for her. <br><br>Gutrencher found beauty a difficult concept still and his guards and followers had waited at the porch which meant as they walked deeper into the gardens they were finally in private. They reached a small pond with a waterfall feeding it andthe sun made rainbows in the water. Beside the pool a tea hade been laid out for them and Gutrencher helped his betrothed to sit. <br><br>He joined her clumsily but he turned to face her. <br><br>"I am sorry about the rooms. It was this that i wanted you to see. I wanted it to be perfect. I have been thinkig of you. I want to speak to you and I find that I do not think I can wait till we are married to claim you." He looked across and clumsily began to pour her a drink..... "Gah.... you do it." He said realising he was spilling it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 17:35:21</strong>
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				Ilsia was glad that after a few moments, Gutrencher had calmed down and realised that Moron wasn't to blame. She didn't know who was at fault, but she would hate to have Moron on her conscience because he had died for something he hadn't done wrong. When Gutrencher apologised again, taking her arm and leading her out of the room, she was more than happy to have solved a potential problem. Maybe things wouldn't be as hard as she imagined they would be.<br><br>When they reached the gardens, Ilsia was pleasantly surprised. She didn't know where he got most of these plants, but she knew enough to know that they weren't native to this area. That meant someone must have provided them.<br><br>As they walked farther into the gardens, Ilsia noticed that they were alone. A happy feeling swelled inside her. They would be able to talk in private now. The waterfall and pond cast rainbows around the tea area and she was quite pleased. Thanking her betrothed as he helped her to sit, she watched as he sat across from her. Her smile was wide as she couldn't help the small and quiet giggle that came out. Even though Gutrencher was large and bulky, it was as if he fit in here. In her gardens, they could talk about whatever they wanted, and while he should stand out like a sore thumb, he didn't. He looked as though he belonged in this garden. That thought made her feel better about what had happened only moments ago.<br><br>Hearing his words, her cheeks turned a faint red colour. He would have to wait until their marriage before he could claim her. Even if it weren't a rule for their wedding ceremonies, it was for hers. "I'm sorry that you feel as though you can't wait until our marriage, but you must. It is part of my custom that I remain a virgin until after we are wed. I am sorry." Now she felt bad. She may have to remain a virgin, but if his needs must be met, there must be another way for her to help him? "If you need release, surely I can help in a way that keeps my maidenhood in tact?" she liked her suggestion. Even though she knew she had to wait until they were married, she also felt as though she wouldn't mind it happening sooner. <br><br>Giggling, she reached over and tried to help him. "You just need to practice." she said, her hands guiding his steadily as he continued to pour the cup of tea. When the cup was full, she tilted his hands so the tea pot was upright, before assisting him in pouring himself a cup of tea. When that was done, she helped place the pot down. "You may not be used to pouring tea, but it is easy enough. You need a steady hand." she informed him. It was then that a thought occurred to her. "I assume while fighting, you would need a steady hand? It is similar." she felt proud for making that connection.<br><br>Looking around them and the rainbows that were cast, her eyes landed on Gutrencher and she smiled. "I am glad that we can talk in private. I wanted to speak with you last night, but we didn't get the chance after the ceremony."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jester</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 17:42:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was as gentle and soothing as ever and he was pleased with her calm satisfaction within her gardens. She seemed to relax more now they were alone and he was pleased as this was the point. Here she was to always be alone and she was Queen. Only her, the King and hte Gardeners could enter her gardens.<br><br>He listened to her as she spoke about her customs and he nodded. He could destroy her race and then her customs would not matter. She would do as he wished. <br><br>"I am the most powerful man in the world and I have to abide by customs. Just as long as you know that I need and want you now. I will wait but maybe we can please each other all the same." <br><br>He felt her hands on his and he poured the tea but left his undrunk. He smiled at her as she linked battle with tea and he decided to remain polite. "Yes I am sure you are right my Queen." <br><br>"I am glad we can talk as well. I was so fiercely proud of you yesterday. I wanted to kiss you all over and take you right there. You were masterful and I have never known such pleasure. When we are married you will do that twice a day at least." He said slamming his hand down on the ground. <br><br>"Are you happy? Have you been allowed to choose this or were you forced?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 18:02:12</strong>
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				Ilsia didn't understand what Gutrencher was trying to get across when he pointed out that he was the most powerful man in the world. But she understood what he might have been getting at. Customs were rules they were expected to follow. And while he may be the most powerful man in the world, even he had things he was required to do. "I know my customs might seem strange to you, but it would please me greatly if we waited. However, I agree that we may pleasure each other in different ways. As long as my maidenhood remains in tact, I don't see a problem." As long as they didn't have intercourse, everything would be fine. She really hoped that he would be okay with that. While she was accommodating his customs, it would only be fair if he tried to accommodate some of hers.<br><br>When Gutrencher spoke about the previous day and praised her for her ability, Ilsia almost choked on her tea. She hadn't expected to be so masterful at fellatio that he demand she do it at least twice a day. "Thank you for the praise," she smiled to him. "I have a couple of questions about my obligations as your wife and queen." she started, pausing for a moment.<br><br>It was then that he asked her whether she was happy. Her questions seemed to stop at that moment and she could only think of whether she was happy. "I admit, I wasn't consulted about the offer my father made. I wasn't sure if it were a compliment or an insult to me. In a way, it was a compliment that I am the most valuable item my father could offer you; but at the same time, it insults me that my opinion didn't matter." she was speaking now, staring down into her cup of tea. Lost for a moment, she looked up at him and gave him a small smile. "Do not get me wrong though. I want to be your wife and queen. I just wish that I had been consulted first, instead of being told what would happen to me. I believe I wouldn't have been so nervous if I had been consulted." she drank from her cup before realising she had been rambling.<br><br>"I'm sorry, I seem to have been rambling." she let out a short laugh before finishing her cup of tea.<br><br>Looking up at Gutrencher, she thought back to his words. He had been thinking of her. "You mentioned how you thought of me. Prior to the ceremony, had you met me before? I can't seem to recall if we ever met during the war..." Ilsia then poured herself another cup of tea. Noticing the rainbow out of the corner of her eye, she thought of something. She knew she shouldn't do it, but couldn't help herself. She wasn't in Elven land anymore. And they were inside her gardens. No one would ever need to know that she used magic outside of learning it.<br><br>Bringing her hands up she reached out toward the lights and rainbow cast from the waterfall. Pulling it toward her and with a spin of her hands, she drew the light into her palm and made a bubble that floated above their heads. It was large and see-through, casting rainbow dots across their faces. "Sorry, I was inspired,"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jester</strong> on <strong>10-06-2016, 10:17:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she spoke of her maidenhead the lusty Orc could not help but dream of her sweet mouth and her petite behind. He wondered for a moment whether she would consider something less common.... But he did also realise that for the first time his size would be a problem.&nbsp; There used to be a time when he would not have worried about that. <br><br>"Please ask me whenever. But do not consider them obligations. I hope you will find them a privilige one day." <br><br>He listended to her and was pleased to hear her so outspoken and that she had her own mind. <br><br>"You are not rambling Ilsia. Tell me now. Honestly. Is this what you want? No harm will fall on your people. Andhow can we make this easier? Would you prefer us to pretend? Or real man and wife? Or call it off completely? I am sure you would have had a King more to your liking." <br><br>He sat back as she became inspired. He was fascinated and watched her bring the bubble closer. <br><br>"What else can you do Ilsia?" he said suddenly interested and business like. "This magic could make you very useful...." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>10-06-2016, 11:14:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ilsia heard Gutrencher's words, to ask him whenever, and a fond look crossed her face. Even though he didn't realise what he was asking of her could be deemed demanding, he cared about her well-being very much. That would make this much easier for her. "Well, I am quite innocent. I may have been lucky enough last night, but I doubt I will be as skillful at other things..." Ilsia was blushing now as she spoke slowly.<br><br>As they sat there, talking, she looked over at him for a long moment when he asked her a ton of questions about how to make this easier for her. She felt bad. Even though she was accommodating their customs and only a handful of her own, she still felt guilty almost. Here was her future husband and King, willing to pretend to make her happy. "I want this. I want to marry you Gutrencher... I'm just worried about some expectations you might have of me. General Kartang mentioned a harem... I feel that is one thing I cannot do. I feel it would belittle my honour, knowing that you would sleep with other women. I know it isn't uncommon for kings to have consorts or concubines, but in Elven tradition, it is heavily frowned upon. I grew up thinking that I alone would be able to please my husband." she was staring down at her empty tea cup now, feeling awkward. She didn't want to tell him this, in fear that he might be angry with her.<br><br>"As well, you are to my liking. I was hesitant at first, but last night changed everything. You care so much about my well-being. And even during a challenge, you cared for me and helped me through it." she paused. "When I was a child, that's all that I wanted, was for my husband to love me. I'm not saying you love me, but I know you care deeply for me, and that is all I can ask for. I feel warm inside when I think of how much you care." she was beaming now, just thinking of the warm, tingling sensation.<br><br>As the bubble floated above their heads, casting beautiful and colourful lights across their faces, she tilted her head at Gutrencher's question. "You don't know of Elven custom toward magic? Magic is common place in my country. So common that royals still learn to use it, but it is frowned upon to be used so frequently. Only in dire situations should I be allowed to use magic. Technically, I broke a rule doing this." she gave him a slight look of embarrassment.<br><br>"But, to answer your question, I can do quite a lot. I was the top of my class.. I was the most skillful with magic in my class. Sometimes I wish I could use it more, like now for instance," she giggled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Orc King's Bride (Jester and Rahzilla)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jester</strong> on <strong>16-06-2016, 15:38:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was enjoying their brief moment of time together. But herwords troubled him. It was considered a source of pride for an Orc to have a harem. It meant that the Orc was strong, powerful and virile. If he was able to satisfy all of his women then he was a man to be respected and admired.&nbsp; He kept his thoughts to himself though as he could not think of what to say. He only just managed to hide his anger though. <br><br>He felt mixed because he honestly believed that she did want to marry him and he felt pleased. More pleased than he had imagined.&nbsp; But as she discussed how she felt about his caring he felt his anger rise again.&nbsp; Yes he did care about her but she obviously did not care about him.&nbsp; His heart softened though as she beamed at him and then the magic which she was so very proud off. <br><br>He watched her perform the simple spell and listened to her pride.&nbsp; The blush she gave of embarrassment as cute and then he softened again at her giggle. <br><br>He decided to think more upon what she said about the Harem and instead said. "What else do you wish you could do right now? I am pleased that you are able to do it. And I would only want you to use it if you were in danger or if it was urgent if you prefer. But to have someone who knows such things by my side would be a real boon." <br><br>He had hardened since they first had chatted but he could not bring himself to relax. Would this really work? Had he risked too much by allying with these races. So few of his kind agreed with any alliance. It was the Orc way to attack attack and attack. Many felt that the rich elven lands should be their now. They had been lucky that Gutrencher had offered an alliance. <br><br>"I had best leave you. I am pleased you like the gardens. We should probably talk again to make sure we are both doing the right thing." He said as he stood slowly. 
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