The Reunion

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This story contains sexual content between a male and futanari, and mpreg. Any names referenced in its writing that bear resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental. All characters referenced are 18 years old (or older). Thank You and Enjoy.

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Staring back out of the mirror was a prince, a young man of 19 years, patiently waiting for a specific someone in particular. The short blonde hair of the pale skinned young man reflected the care and attention appropriate for a member of the kingdom's royal family. The face appeared only slightly more rounded than it had some 8 months ago when both his life, and the life of his family (present and future) was changed forever.

His father, the king, was raised in a royal household that emphasized military dominance over one's enemies, and this was passed along to the prince in turn. In the many centuries that preceded the birth of the Prince, defeat of the kingdom's armies occurred only a handful of times, and the defeat was returned ten-fold to the perpetrating force. The kingdom had unparalleled soldiers skilled on horseback, and it was the Cavalry which typically made the difference. Skilled both with the bow and arrow for long range combat, and sword and shield for close range combat, almost half of the kingdom's army was comprised of Cavalry. Perhaps it was the arrogance of the field generals, or the fact they had not faced a significant military threat on nearly half of a century. Regardless, the Cavalry did not make a significant difference the day that the kingdom fell to the invaders of the East.

For many centuries, the lands to the East were forbidden to all. Stories of demons, sorcery, and strange happenings spread in relation to the East. Where these stories came from was anybody's guess, but they ultimately had a ring of truth about them. Seemingly at random one day, legions of creatures emerged from the forests that were considered the boundary separating the lands of the East and the kingdom of the West. Early scout reports indicated that all manner of monsters were invading the land, but were organized much as what would be expected of a true military force. With shocking speed, the legions swept across the land, leaving a trail of destruction directly to the castle of the king.

Feeling the child within kick at his insides, the young prince brings his hands down to his midsection in an attempt to calm the unborn child within. Carefully standing up, the prince begins to pace around his royal bedchambers to calm the little one. Learning how to walk while pregnant was something that the young prince never thought he would have to learn. While waddling around the confines of the bedchamber, the prince gently massages his gravid midsection through the custom tailored piece of maternity clothing given to him by the Sire of his unborn child. Feeling the little one beginning to calm, the prince takes the opportunity to look out of the single window of the room that views the castle's entry courtyard. It was that courtyard where the prince first met the future sire of his unborn child.

Once the legions of creatures had made it to the royal castle, they surrounded the castle of the king, and sent a delegation to the front gate. Under threat of destruction, the king allowed the delegation to enter the royal courtyard. With looks of horror on their faces, the human's eyes met roughly a dozen creatures riding on large four legged animals that looked like oversized wolves, but had a saddle on each to accompany their riders. The first creature to dismount was the one leading the pack.

The creature, who would later become known as an 'orc' was green skinned, with oversized fangs extending vertically from the mouth. The orc was wearing what could be described as battle armor, battle worn by appearance but very effective nonetheless. As the orc removed its helmet, it became apparent that the green skinned orc was in fact a female, at least by human anatomy standards. Addressing the King (with the rest of the royal family standing only a few paces behind), the orc gave the conquered an ultimatum, to discuss the terms of the kingdom's surrender in public or in private.

In the private audience chamber of the royal family, the orc introduced herself as 'Queen Glasha' of the East, and gave the king only two options. The first was his kingdom to be left in pieces, and the second was for the king to offer his firstborn to be bearer of her children, and let the kingdom continue to exist under rule of the East. Recognizing the look of confusion on the human's faces, the Orc Queen pulled aside the armor & loincloth covering her genitals. Every member of the royal court gasped at the sight of such a masculine organ on a creature, even if it was from the East.

The young prince was directly behind the king's throne when the Orc Queen revealed herself, and part of him thought that the king visibly relaxed ever so slightly after the revelation. Watching his father agree to the Orc Queen's terms, the prince suddenly felt a pang of regret and sadness at the thought of his eldest sister's womb being offered to the conquering army as a bargaining chip, but such was the way of politics in the time in which they lived. The Orc Queen, however, had other ideas and intended to keep the King to his word.

With the prince's legs weak from walking around the royal chamber, he sits once again to ease the pressure and swelling of his feet. Bringing them up to his knees, he attempts to massage them, but an orc child in your belly can make that difficult. Calling out to the hall for the royal attendant, the middle-aged slave woman begins to work on his feet, trying to work the soreness out of his feet and ankles. Feeling the attendant's hands work and knead his foot muscles, he wonders if the emotional feelings he is experiencing now are similar to hers. The circumstances dictate that he should hate his family and the sire of his child, yet he finds himself in conflict.

Initially when the Orc Queen made it perfectly clear that 'first born' meant exactly that, the king went into a frenzy, furious that his sole heir is to be given to this orc creature, and that the prince was to bear its offspring. Rather quickly, the Orc Queen made it very apparent that, this could be done the easy way or the hard way. For a brief moment, the king began to scheme how to salvage the situation, but quickly came to the conclusion that there was no recourse. The result being that an official "Betrothal" ceremony was held to announce the union of the Orc Queen Glasha and the Royal Prince Hamilton, and all combat in the kingdom was to immediately cease.

Satisfied with the work of the royal attendant, he thanked her and bid her to leave him be. Looking opposite of the room, he noticed that the door to the clothing cabinet was slightly ajar, revealing his 'official' wedding attire. It was just as white as it had been on the day of the wedding nearly 8 months ago. Traditionally, it was the bride that wore a white dress, but in this unique situation, it was the prince that wore a royal white suit, and the Orc Queen wore a gleaming suit of armor. There was a great number of people present, both human and otherwise. The ceremony was surprisingly traditional, but it was simply for the sake of appearances.

The following evening, a much more lengthy, and private ceremony was held in orc fashion where only about 6 or 7 individuals were present. The prince was dressed simply in a loin cloth to hide his privates, and the orc queen the same. The orc wedding involved a lot of chanting and exchange of wine to signify the union of two individuals. Even the prince had to admit, the orc ceremony was much more intimate and personal compared to the traditional human wedding. The consummation of the union was nearly as intimate as the orc wedding ceremony, although not quite as immediate as would be expected.

Breaking from his reverie, a sudden knock on the door of the royal bedchamber registers on his eardrums. Acknowledging the individual requesting entrance, the prince verbally gives his consent and his wife enters the room. As the orc queen enters the royal bedchambers, she is forced to duck her head upon entering the doorway for fear of hitting the top of the opening. Dressed in her shining, almost chrome royal armor, she is a vision that would intimidate even the most battle hardy soldier.

With the orc queen past the threshold and the door closed behind her, she addresses the prince, "Hello my husband. I trust you are doing well?" making sure to give a bow out of respect to the young man who bested her in single combat on their wedding night.

Struggling to get to his feet, the young prince attempts to return the bow, but ends up simply providing a small courtesy, much like a woman. "Welcome back my Queen. Both of us seem to be doing well. You have been away for nearly half a season now."

As the young prince sits back down on the bed, the much larger orc closes the distance between them in only a few steps. "Ruling a kingdom can be very time consuming, but you already know that, don't you my prince."

Kneeling before her mate so that their heads are roughly at the same level, the queen gently runs her calloused fingers on either side of the prince's face, and slowly comes in for a kiss. Temporarily frozen by the action, the prince experiences the same slight tingle in his lips he felt when the marriage was consummated. With a slight moan, the young man parts his mouth and allows the larger tongue of his wife to enter his mouth. As the unlikely pair passionately kiss like long lost lovers, they allow their hands to explore the upper torso of the other. While the queen revels in touching her mate for the first time in half a season, the prince's touch is frustratingly interrupted by the she-orc's armor.

With a groan, Glasha breaks the embrace both from frustration at the fact that she still has her armor on, and the fact that her lower extremities are getting increasingly constricted in said armor. "If we don't stop this now husband, we might get a little bit too rough in the bed, and we can't be too zealous when you are so far along with child."

Before the prince can respond, the familiar movement in his belly begins once again, as if sensing the other half of its parentage nearby. With great care, the queen carefully lifts up the hem of the pseudo maternity dress the prince is wearing, and places her green hands on the distended white skin of her mate. The prince's belly has stretch marks on the outside, and a dark tan line running directly down its center. As the unborn child within calms, the she orc stands and addresses her mate. "The journey for me has been long and hard, and I am need of a bath my fighting prince. I trust that my custom made wash tub is still present?"

With a grin on the prince's face, he responds "Of course. If you recall it only took (3) lesser orcs to get it in the washroom in the first place."

Throwing her head back laughing at the prince's jest, the queen rises to her feet and begins to remove her armor. Shifting to the corner of the bedchamber with her back to the prince, the she orc removes piece by piece of her shimmering armor until only her undergarments remain. For unexplained reasons, the prince is still struck by the fact the Queen of the East removes her own armor, and doesn't have at least have another hand in the process.

Turning around to face the prince, he is greeted with an impressively toned physical specimen with only the breasts and her she-cock covered by fabric. By physical standards, the queen was both very pretty, and almost equally as intimidating. There appeared not to be an ounce of fat on the queen's body, maybe with exception to her cloth covered breasts. Noticing both the admiration of her prince and the tent forming in his clothes, the queen gives him a toothy grin.

"Hmm, I take it we like what we see my husband?" Almost playfully, the queen slowly runs her green hands down the front of her body accentuating her shape, yielding a deep blush of pink from the prince.

Stepping forward before the prince, the she orc extends her hand to her husband. Using her hand to help him stand, the she-orc practically escorts the pregnant prince to the adjacent washroom where a warm bath has already been drawn. Orcs have always revered those that are with child, and her husband is no exception. As both individuals remove what is left of their clothing, each one can't help but admire the other in their naked glory, especially since it has been nearly half a season since they have seen one another. Radiating the glow that most expectant mothers have, Glasha finds the gravid belly and white skin of the prince a sight to see.

As the prince's dick begins to rise in arousal, he drinks in the unabashed form of his wife. With a figure that radiates power, he finds it hard to believe that such a physical specimen is both one of the leading warriors of the East, as well as a superb lover. Whether it is the large green skinned breasts of the queen, the shining black hair, or the two large teeth extending vertically from her jaw almost in a permanent smile, he finds himself ogling the sire of his child. As his eyes travel down to her slowly growing member, he remembers how angry and frightened he was when the two of them consummated the marriage a fortnight after the wedding ceremony, and how understanding she was of his fear.

Taking a few tentative steps towards his wife, the prince begins to plant small nips along the chiseled ab muscles of the she-orc. Having to lean forward slightly to prevent his belly from getting in the way, he reaches around behind her back, and digs his fingers into Glasha's back muscles, eliciting a groan of appreciation. As the nerve endings in his skin register a growing stiffness against his gravid belly, the prince shifts his hands from the she-orc's muscular back to her cock. Grabbing it with both hands, the tips of Hamilton's fingers barely touch as they encircle the impressive member.

Letting out a groan from not having her cock touched since they last mated, the she orc's cock throbs in the prince's smaller, human hands. As each deep vein in her cock pulses, the prince gently begins to jerk his wife's cock until the first drops of milky white fluid begins to emerge from her cock slit. Bending down more to take the oversized head in his mouth, the prince stick his tongue into her cock hole, eliciting a groan from his lover.

Before the pair can go much further, the she-orc stops her eager husband. "Can we at least get in the bathtub before we start to worry about that? I was being truthful when I stated that I required a bath."

With a slight grin, the prince pulls away, and becomes aware that it's not only his wife's cock that is eager for some attention. Hand in hand, the couple enter the massively, oversized washtub. Easily able to accommodate (3) large, bulky men, the she-orc takes up nearly 2/3 of the space of the tub, with her mate taking up only a portion of the remaining space. As the pair sink into the warm water and let it relax them, the queen closes her eyes and lets out a sigh of content. While being both a queen and a general does not allow for something as luxurious as a hot bath frequently, she finds it a welcome pleasure when available.

As both husband and wife lounge in the tub, the queen opens her eyes to see her husband now a slight shade of pink from the warm water on his naked skin. Quickly, an idea strikes her that yields a toothy grin at her mate. "Say, could you hand me that soap and washcloth?"

With a slight grin of his own, the prince complies with his wife's request and retrieves them from the nearby wash stool. With the familiar toothy grin on her face, the she-orc lathers up the washcloth in her hands. "Alright my husband. If you don't mind standing up, and turning your back to me."

In almost a teasing slow manner, the young prince stands in the washtub with his human cock eagerly erect. Paying it no mind, he slowly comes closer to his wife, and turns around offering the back of his human frame to her.

With her lathered up pair of battle worn hands, the she orc begins to wash all of what is offered to her. Beginning at the prince's head, she massages the young man's scalp, eliciting groans of approval from him. Repaying the prince back for the teasing of her cock previously, she takes her time moving down from his head, down to his neck, and ultimately his lean, muscular back. Out of affection for her husband, Glasha kneads the muscles of his back that have been straining to support the large burden in his belly over the past few fortnights. With groans of both pain, and ultimately appreciation, the prince begins to feel his back muscles loosen up.

Shifting her hands further downward below the surface of the water, the queen kneads the prince's rear cheeks. With a sigh of approval from her husband, Glasha takes special pleasure in gently running a single finger up his butt crack, eliciting a groan from her mate. Careful to tease just enough to torment her husband, but not enough to get him off, the queen moves down to the backs of his thighs, and eventually his calf muscles. With her significantly larger stature, the she-orc can easily use her longer arms to access the human's body, even while her husband is standing partially submerged in the washtub.

Satisfied with her work, the prince turns around to face his wife at her beckoning. Almost by instinct, the she orc takes her hands, and cups her husband's gravid belly full with life. Feeling the taut skin of his midsection, the queen leans forward and plants little nips on his skin while rubbing its surface with bathwater. One thing that does not go unnoticed by the she-orc is the throbbing member between the prince's legs. Knowing she has already won the battle of wills between them, she proceeds to torment him even more.

Retrieving the bar of soap, the queen lathers up the prince's firm shoulders, and moves down to his chest. With a slight groan of approval, the prince feels the queen's hands gently knead the muscles in his chest, enjoying the attention. As the she-orc kneads her husband's chest, she gives his nipples a good pinch for good measure, causing him to jump in response.

With a grin in his face, the prince decides to toy with his wife a touch. "Having fun 'playing' with my body?"

Responding with a coy grin, the queen answers. "Oh, I am not 'playing' yet my dear husband. That will occur here shortly, and there will be no mistake that you will know it."

Watching her husband cock his head very slightly, the queen shifts her rough hands back to her husband's belly. Gently, the she-orc washes the taut surface of the skin that houses their child. Others of her orc family had either been with child, or had a mate with child. In respect to her husband, it was difficult to hide both her fascination and attraction to the pregnant form, regardless of the gender. Feeling no movement beneath the prince's skin, the unborn child seems to have tired for the moment. Eliciting a giggle from the prince, the queen toys with her husband's belly button, which will no doubt pop out in the very near future.

Giving his belly one last kiss, the queen moves her hands down to his thighs, intentionally avoiding the rigid member jutting out from her husband's groin. Digging her hands into her husband's muscular lean thighs, the prince reaches for the queen to steady himself as he feels her strong hands work on his upper leg muscles. While the prince is adept at a style of combat that emphasizes agility over strength, he finds himself almost wishing he had larger thighs to support the extra weight of the child in his belly.

As the she-orc becomes satisfied with her work on her husband's body, she finally moves to grip her husband's submerged cock in her hand. Letting out a groan of pleasure, the prince reaches to the sides of the tub to steady himself. Gently cupping his balls, the queen begins the familiar motion of her hand to jerk him off. While not an orc-cock, the queen has always found her husband's member attractive on his frame. As precum leaks from the prince's cock into the washtub, the queen finds herself eager to taste the pre-sex secretions of her husband. Letting go of his member, the queen uses her larger arm to grab the metal wash stool next to the tub and simply holds it up in front of her husband.