You're King Reinar's (COMPLETED)

“More mead,” the king ordered, holding his drinking horn out in front of you.

“Yes, Reinar,” you answered before filling his horn with more of the sweet, golden honey wine.

It had been exactly one year since you were sold a slave to Reinar, orc king of the Northern Mountain clan. You had been so anxious—terrified even—while standing in line as the orcs of different clans examined you before buying.

In the end, it was Reinar who’d spent the most money on you. Three hundred copper pieces he’d paid, enough to make sure your parents and siblings would lead a good life.

At the time, you’d been so angry with everybody, especially with your parents. How could they just sell their daughter, like you were nothing more than an object? You still didn’t get how they could do it, but in the end, life turned out well, so you forgave them, but you certainly never wanted to see them. Never again.

During your time here, you had learned that even though Reinar was quite the terrifying sight with his eight-foot-tall muscular scarred body, he was not a bad man. Sure, he could be cruel if he wanted to be, as any other king could be, but he was only harsh to the ones that deserved to be treated in the cruelest of ways.

Reinar was good to his people, no matter who they were or what their place was in the hierarchy. The orc was a good king. A strong leader. A smart man. You respected him—a lot—and had even grown fond of him during these past months you’d served him as his personal servant.

Yes, you were one of them—his personal staff—but…you did not serve your king in the way you’d like to serve him…

Because while you were the one who washed his dirty clothes every morning, cleaned his room every afternoon, filled his cup with mead every evening, and changed his filthy bedding after every night, it was other women that entertained him, dined with him, and soiled his bed during the cold nights.

You wished he would look at you too. Wished you could be the one that caught his attention for once. Simply put: you wanted to be King Reinar’s slut. Even if it was for just one night. That was already enough.

Every day when you plucked off his soaked bedsheets, you wished it was your sex scent that filled his bedroom after the man had expertly eaten you out all night long. You could feel your clit throbbing when you thought about how his thirsty, rough, flat tongue could have made you come with long hot licks.

And you’d often fantasized about it, too, late at night, alone in bed, when your greedy hands would find the place between your legs and you pretended it was his long fingers driving into your gushing self. You had many sinful thoughts during those lonely nights, involving all of Reinar’s body parts…

How would it feel to have that weeping vein-riddled orc cock deep inside of you, splitting your cunt around its hardness, stretching you open as the man takes you against the wall like a mad raging beast! You could almost feel it while clenching around your own fingers.

Almost.

But not quite. Because your fingers were not Reinar’s thick, calloused ones. Nor were they his oozing, seed-dripping cock. Or his strong, lapping tongue.

Fuck.

If only.

“Can I…help you with something else, my king?” you asked, watching him stand silently in front of the small bedroom window like he often did before going to bed. What was the man thinking about when he stood here like this? Was he deciding which woman he would fuck tonight? Or maybe he would just take two of them.

The orc finished his wine and shook his head, making his long dark brown hair swish in the air. “No. You have served me well. You may leave and go to bed.”

Another disappointment.

“As you wish, Reinar…”

You left the room like he’d ordered, only to bump into one of his sluts on your way out. She was undoubtedly going to serve Reinar’s cock all night long.

Oh, how you envied her.

~

A noise woke you up with a start.

“W-what was that?” you whispered to yourself, quickly scanning your bedroom with wide eyes. In the dim orange torch light, you found nothing unusual. There was nobody there but you. “Must have been a dream—”

“They’re here!” It was Cassia, servant to Reinar’s second in command, Dragnar, walking into your bedroom in her night clothes, holding a lit torch in her hand. Her eyes were wide with fear.

“W-what? Who is?” you asked.

“The Kurad clan is here to usurp king Reinar! They’re outside, battling! What must we do now? Oh, gods!”

You bit your lip, thinking things through. “We can only wait,” you replied. “Stay hidden. If they succeed, they will invade the mountains. We need to make sure they cannot find us, so we need to hide somewhere with an escape tunnel.”

It was the only thing you could do. No orc would benefit from weak human servants standing in the way of their fighting.

“O-okay.” Cassia cried. “You’re right.” She sobbed. “Please let them be safe!”

“They’re strong men,” you replied, heart beating in fear as well. You wouldn’t show it, though. “Let’s get the other women. After that, we must dim the torches and hide!”

~

It took about an hour before it got quiet, and the entire time, you, Cassia, and some of the other servants waited in the dark, hidden so that no member of the Kurad clan could find you. You didn’t think they had succeeded with their raid, but when you heard footsteps, you held your breath and balled your fists, hoping to stay safe. Hoping it would be one of the Northern mountain orcs.

Someone stepped inside the room and as you looked at that familiar face, you could breathe again. It was Dragnar, one of Reinar’s fighters. “The coast is clear,” the giant orc said. “You can come out.”

Cassia gasped. “D-Dragnar, sir, you are hurt!”

The orc looked at his bloody arm and chuckled. “It is just a scratch.”

“No, you’re bleeding. Please, I- I want to clean it for you,” Cassia all but begged her master.

Dragnar softly growled in agreement and looked at the woman with a soft smile. He caressed the top of her head. “You can do that, woman.”

“How is Reinar?” you asked, desperate to find out if he was okay too.

“He’s our king. Nobody can hurt him. See for yourself.”

You hurried through the dark, cold mountain corridors, and found the man in his throne room, covered in blood.

“Your Majesty!” you shouted, rushing over to your king. “Reinar, are you alright?”

“I am fine. Gods, woman, you don’t have to look at me with such worried eyes.”

“But you are wounded!” you cried out, heart jumping into your throat. The man was covered in fresh red and brown dried-up blood!

Reinar barked out a laugh. “This is not my blood.”

“It—it’s not?”

“I might have some bruises, but that’s all.” He took a step forward, placed his finger under your chin, and lifted your head to meet his gaze. “You worry about me?” he asked, almost surprised.

“Of course, I was worried. You are my king.”

“I am many people’s king but nobody has looked at me with those eyes tonight.”

“Those eyes?”

Reinar smiled. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve heard you have taken care of the women today. Good work.”

“T-thank you.” You flushed at the sudden compliment and recalled what Cassia had said to her orc. Maybe this was your chance. “Uh…may—may I clean you, please?” you asked, even though it was a task that was usually done by one of Reinar’s other women.

But none of these women were here now…

The orc king growled while nodding his head. “You may.”

~

Reinar undressed, revealing his massive body before your eyes. It wasn’t like you had never seen him naked before, but this time, he’d undressed for no other but you.

He sat on his bed, shamelessly wide-legged, his flaccid cock hanging between his muscular thighs, the red shiny head falling on top of the fur bedding.

He patiently waited as you washed the caked dark blood off his skin.

“You were right,” you said, a little relieved. “This is not your blood. You have a few scratches only, nothing more.”

“Told you. They were easily defeated. I’m almost offended. It was such a pathetic attempt to take my title. I shall laugh about this for weeks.” Reinar grinned, all teeth, the golden ring around his left tusk shining in the light. You swallowed. For some reason, all you wanted to do right now was to suck on one of those tusks.

Gods! The man was so hot.

“Do you…uh…” You cleared your throat. “Want me to wash your whole body?” you asked. You’d only washed the blood away, but it hadn’t reached every inch of skin. It hadn’t reached the body parts that had been covered by his clothes…

Washing him was something you’d never done before and the thought of touching his dick—even if it was with a cloth wrapped around your hand—made your pussy throb, wetness sliding from your lips and drenching your underwear.

Fuck. You were already getting wet beyond words while the man just sat there, smiling.

It wasn’t strange you were desperate for it, though. It had been over a year since you got fucked by anything else but your own fingers. Reinar had never touched you, and other orcs wouldn’t dare, knowing you belonged to him. There lay the big problem. Being here made you more chaste than a nun.

And the worst part was that after seeing Reinar please his women, you wondered what those men you had shared a bed with were actually doing. You’d never moaned and screamed like Reinar’s women did. Not even close!

“You may wash me,” the orc answered, falling onto his back. He folded his arms behind his head, grinned widely, and closed his eyes.

Was this your shot? Could you make him see you? Make him want your touch? You had him naked before your eyes, had his permission to touch him, and there was nobody around to disturb you…

Minutes passed, and in those minutes you washed every inch of his gray-green skin, rubbing the soaked cloth over all the curves of his rock-hard muscles. And you washed his cock too. You felt the organ twitch in your palm, only that damned cloth in the way!

If you thought your undergarments were wet before, they were fucking saturated now.

Reinar didn’t react much except for turning around when you asked him to lie on his belly so that you could wash his back as well. Maybe the man could be tempted with a massage?

“Your Majesty, sir, would you—”

“Oh, Gods!” a shrieking lady’s voice cut you off while she barged into the room. Brenda, Reinar’s biggest slut. “Reinar, sweety, are you alright?” she cried out.

She looked at you next, eyes silently commanding you to get the hell away from the king. It was not your task to touch him like this—it was hers.

“Brenda,” Reinar said, rolling onto his side. “I’m feeling great. But if you could leave us, I would feel even better. I’m sort of in the middle of something right now.”

“But—but—Reinar—?”

“It’s an order. Do not go against me.”

Brenda shot hot daggers out of her eyes and they were all aimed at you. “Yes, my king.” She left as soon as she came.

“And you…” Reinar’s voice sounded husky when he grabbed your wrist, his long thick calloused fingers wrapping around your arm. He was gentle, though, making sure not to cut the thin skin of your wrists with his sharp black claws when he pulled you closer—so close that you fell on his bed. “You helped me when none of the other women were there. You took care of the other servants and cleaned my wounds. Now I want to help you. If you will allow me.” The man pushed you onto your back and hovered over you.

“S-sir…?” you asked.

“What would you like…?” he softly purred, breath warm against your cheek. One of his sharp nails trailed a path up to your chest, and you could just hear the thing scraping against your dress until the fabric tore. “Name anything.”

You swallowed. “I want to sleep in your bed tonight.”

“Sleep?” He laughed. “If you want to stay in my bed tonight, you will not sleep, woman.”

“Fuck,” you hissed when the man slowly slid his nail through the fabric, the finger trailing down again, wrecking your dress, splitting the top in half until your tits came spilling out and fell to each side. Reinar grabbed one breast in his big hand and squeezed, then leaned in, stroking his tusks over your nipple before he sucked the soft flesh into his mouth. He wasn’t gentle either, sucking your breast so hard he would surely leave a bruise on your skin.

It was almost vulgar how hungrily he was licking and sucking and squeezing that one tit, your nipple painfully hard against his tongue, but it was enough for a gush of wetness to moisten the inside of your legs. Could you get off from this? It certainly felt fucking amazing.

Reinar released your tit with a pop. “What do you say about it?” he asked, looking at you with dark, heavy eyes.

“Yes. No sleep—whatever you want,” you panted. His cock, his tongue, his fingers. Him, everywhere. Inside and out. That’s what you wanted, but since that might be a tad too desperate, you added, “Please, just fuck me, my king.”

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