Sleeping Beauty and the Orc King

Khadar

Khadar the Terrible, King of the Orcs, trekked down the dusty dirt road with a single-minded purpose: to reach the castle wherein lay his future bride – the human woman known as the Sleeping Beauty.

The daughter of the King of the Northern Lands, her beauty was famous across the realm. If one could only awaken her from her deep slumber, he could take her as his bride and wed her.

Khadar intended to be that male.

He needed a female to birth him an heir, and only a princess would do.

However, another thing that was famous – or rather, infamous – across the world was his strength and brutality on the battle field. As soon as he came within sight of the guards of the castle, several of them recognized him. Their eyes widened in shock at the sight of him, and they fled from the fled from the gates, shaking in fear.

Khadar didn’t care about the puny little humans.

He had come here for the female. And he intended to have her.

“I am Khadar, King of the Orcs,” he announced, however unnecessarily, to the remaining guard who now shivered before him, clutching his spear to his chest. “I have come for the Princess.”

“T-The Princess?”

“She is in here, is she not?” Khadar asked. “I wish to see her.”

“B-But…” She guard’s eyes bulged, as if his request to see the Princess was outrageous. Perhaps it was.

“Let me in,” Khadar demanded, his annoyance growing. “Any male wishing to see the Princess should be granted access, no? To see whether they can awaken her from her eternal slumber with a true love’s kiss.” He cocked an eyebrow at the guard. “Well, I wish to kiss the Princess.”

The guard sputtered, clearly imagining his hard, tusky mouth on their delicate little princess and finding the thought horrifying. Khadar didn’t care.

“The Princess?” he prompted impatiently.

The guard glanced from side to side, as if seeking help from his comrades, but there was no one else nearby.

Khadar grunted in frustration. He didn’t have time for weak, simpering human guards. He wanted to get to the Princess and get this over with so that he could return to his territory with a new bride in tow.

Khadar wasn’t a fool. He knew kissing the Princess wouldn’t be enough. There was no such thing as true love. Nor did he believe a mere kiss could awaken her, no matter what any prophecy said. It was ludicrous.

And yet, the foolish men who came here thought they could kiss her awake. The stupidity of the human species. No wonder the Princess hadn’t awakened.

Most likely the only reason she hadn’t yet woken was because the fools actually believed the prophecy and had tried little else to wake her up.

No, Khadar intended to use other methods to awaken the Princess. Any methods. Surely, there would be something that would get her to wake up. Something that hadn’t yet been tried.

He intended to be the man to do it.

When the guard only continued to sputter and shiver in front of him instead of calling for the gates to be opened, Khadar rolled his eyes.

Humans. The word was distasteful in his mind. He wasn’t sure why he even was here – for a weak human princess? But something about her slumber intrigued him. No man had been able to awaken her yet, in the three years since she had fallen to her slumber, and Khadar had always loved a good challenge.

Yes, he would be the one to wake her up. She would be his bride and give him his heir.

Grabbing the guard by his armor, Khadar shoved him aside. He stepped to the gate, crouched and started pulling it up. His muscles strained under its weight and the guard’s eyes nearly popped out of his eyes as he watched Khadar raise the gate above his head. He likely hadn’t seen anyone show such a feat of strength before.

But if no one was going to open the gate for him, Khadar had no choice but to let himself in.

“Which way to the Princess’s bedchamber?” he asked the guard.

“T-The Tower,” the guard stuttered.

Somehow, Khadar was surprised the man had managed even that word. With how the guard shook and gripped his weapon, he hadn’t expected he would’ve received any kind of a response.

Khadar stepped inside the castle and dropped the gate behind him with a loud thud, leaving the guard on the other side. The inner courtyard of the castle was silent. It didn’t seem that there were many servants in this castle – it wasn’t the human King’s main castle after all, simply the one where the Princess was kept – and even the few guards and servants that lived there seemed to have fled at the sight of him.

No matter.

He was here for the Princess, and only the Princess.

He walked to the castle entrance, opening the heavy wooden door. Once inside, he took in his surroundings. The stone walls were covered in various colorful tapestries, with pictures ranging from the royal banners of the kingdom to several knightly feats the humans considered “chivalrious”.

A spiraling stairway opened up to his left, and he marched toward it.

It should lead him to the Tower.

Anticipation built in his veins. Soon, he would see the Princess.

Was she as much of a beauty as she was rumored to be?

Step after step, he climbed up the stairs until he reached the top of the tower. Only a wooden door separated him from the Princess now.

He gripped the handle and opened the door, stepping into the bright, round room. The window was open, letting in a stream of sunlight and birdsong. The only thing in the room was a massive mahogany bed covered with a pink canopy.

He stepped forward, slowly approaching the bed – and the Princess that currently lay shielded from his vision.

Pushing the canopy aside, he peeked at the lone occupant of the bed. Immediately, his breath was taken away from him.

On the bed lay the most luscious human female he had ever seen. Somehow, despite the rumors of her beauty, he hadn’t quite believed them. Princesses’ looks were always overexaggerated. Royal bloodline and all. No one would dare to insult a King’s daughter.

But this Princess… She was truly beautiful.

With wide hips, a narrow waist, and plump breasts, she lay motionless on the bed, her hands flat over her stomach. Her neck was long, and her face slender. She had the most beautiful golden blonde hair and pale, unblemished skin. Her lashes were long and her lips full and pink like berries.

Her lips were slightly parted as she slept, and he couldn’t help thinking how soft they would feel to kiss – or wrapped around his cock. The organ in question hardened at the thought and he groaned.

A kiss. He would kiss her.

As much as he didn’t believe a kiss would wake her, he was nothing if not determined.

He’d made up his mind already before he had even come here, and now, after seeing the Princess, his resolve had only strengthened.

The Princess would be his.