Male orc x female human | Regency era | NSFW: piv
As a little girl, she had been fascinated by the silver or gold rings that many orcs wore on their tusks. Was it simply jewelry, or did it serve some purpose? Her youthful curiosity had driven her to the village blacksmith, an orc himself, to find out why he made such things for his kind to wear. He had no time to explain tusk rings to a bothersome little human girl—but his little orc son had been glad to.
It was fitting, then, that a friendship that had started due to an interest in orc wedding rings should have blossomed into love and led to a wedding, all these years later. Here the two of them were, grown up now, a big orc groom and his little human wife, him bent down before her, her delicate hands placing a thick golden ring on his right tusk. His mouth was stretched into perhaps the widest smile she'd ever seen upon his normally gruff face. It made her want to laugh and kiss him, but all their family were watching them.
When the orc elder connected her husband's tusk ring to the new wedding ring on her left hand with a long golden chain, her orc husband looked happier still. He had assured her that it would not bother him that she had no left tusk to attach the chain to, as they would have done had she been a female orc rather than a human, and judging by his excited reaction to them becoming Linked tusk to hand, he had spoken truthfully. The big hulking male looked positively giddy.
Running the Link to a finger instead of a tusk became a problem, though, when they were alone together in their bedchamber that night and had to figure out how to remove her wedding gown without removing the chain or ring.
The orc had explained to his human, before they were married, that they would be Linked only until they consummated their marriage and became true mates. After that, they would remove the chain and wear only their rings as tokens of their Link.
But before then, it was imperative that they not remove the chain, even for a moment. So how could they get her out of the gown?
“Might we…carry out our, ah, marital duty…with my gown still on? Just this once?” the woman suggested, and was surprised to hear her husband growl low in his throat. She'd seen him have such a reaction to others, many times, but never to her.
He stepped into her, grasping her by the upper arms and seizing her gaze with a fire in his eyes. “I have waited years to find my mate and forge my Link with her, and I will not do so without seeing all of her, all of what is mine. I need you bare, wife.”
He moved his hands to her left sleeve, his thick, rough, green fingers contrasting so starkly with the soft pink silk. “How dear is this gown to you?” he asked.
“I’m pleased with it, but it’s only a gow—” Her words cut off with a gasp as he ripped the left sleeve completely off and tore the shoulder open.
“We’ll have it mended,” he told her gruffly, and shoved it off her body to the floor.
There was a blur of frantic movement then, clothes falling away, messy kisses, hands flying over newly exposed pink and green flesh, limbs tangling as they fell together onto the bed. The chain had become tangled in all this too, draped over his pointed ear and caught up in her dark hair, and they laughed together as they slowed their passion down to get it free.
Once it was untangled, the orc took hold of her left hand to lay a kiss upon her ring, then lifted her hand above her head, pinning it to the pillow there, in order to stretch the chain out in a long golden arc between them. His eyes slowly traced along its length, this gleaming symbol of their lifelong connection as mates, and his chest throbbed with a heated mixture of gratitude and want.
He was slow as he took her, not only because he was loath to hurt his little human on his thick orc cock, but also because he wanted to savor this first mating while Linked. Every plunge into her body made the chain sway between them, like it was dancing to the rhythm that their bodies made together. The only thing that could tear his gaze away from it was his mate’s beautiful face, flushed with pleasure, eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted for her moans, as he buried himself in her again and again.
They learned each other’s bodies together as they forged their true Link. He slipped his free hand between them to rub at her swollen little pearl and make her arch up against him, and she slipped her free hand up to tug at his tusks and make him buckle forward with a bellow, and soon they were driving their hips against each other hard and fast, racing toward their peaks. The chain swung wildly between them now, but any sound it might be making was drowned out by the tumult of their skin slapping and ragged panting and cried-out encouragements to each other—yes, harder mate, more, more, yes my darling, just like that!—until finally it hit, her first and him immediately after, her cunt frantically milking his cock to draw out all his seed from his heavy balls into her womb.
Later, when they were sated and cleaned and lying close together under the covers, the orc rubbed his thumb back and forth over the ring on his tusk. He was smiling tenderly, a rare expression for his severe face that filled the woman with a warm happiness to look upon.
“Now we’re fully mates,” she said.
“Yes,” he said in a low rumbling voice that was practically a purr. He lifted the delicate golden chain and rubbed it between his fat calloused fingertips with a fond look. “So we can take this off now.”
“Must we? I’d like to sleep with it on, just this once.”
His smile grew wider and brighter. “I'll not say no to that, mate.”
She laid her head upon his shoulder and her left hand on his chest, the chain resting on top of his dark green skin in a glittering pool of gold that shone as bright and strong as their love itself.
This is the second time I’ve written about monsters using pretty golden chains when they get married. Oops.
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