The Orc Prince

[CrimsonVagabond]

The kingdom of Balendrum was a magical place. Here from the Castle Errectus, Queen Veronica Domme ruled fairly with her three gay sons, and witches blended into society, using their spells for constructive, and often lustful purposes rather than the evil they had spread in the dark ages.

Now it so happened that the oldest of Veronica's three sons, Bradford, had no interest in ruling Balendrum, and made much trouble for his mother by riding out into the land and going missing for weeks, he was most often captured by outriders from the Orc kingdom which lay to the south of Balandrum, but what no one suspected was, Bradford lusted after the Orc's Prince, and adored the torture and sadomasochistic punishment they employed on their prisoners.

So it was on a bright day in Summer that Bradford rode astride his horse Deltoro on the border of the Orc kingdom, accompanied only by his long suffering bodyguard Lady Serina, a knight sworn to protect the Domme family. She rode beside him on a white charger named Evanescent.

"Sir, we should camp further from the Orc hordes, come evening their raiders will be all over the moors!" She had short Blonde hair, a fine regal manner, and was a tall muscular woman more than capable of wielding the giant broadsword she wore on her back. She wore Silver and Black leather armor that clung to her impressive frame, and accentuated her large bosom.

Bradford was decked in a fine overcoat that carried his family colors, and a tight form fitting tunic and pants that made him quite the swashbuckler. Unlike the somewhat masculine Serina, Bradford was incredibly effeminate, with long flowing blonde hair prettier than his mothers, and a pale, angelic complexion with dusky blue eyes. He could pass for a woman in a dress, and had a lithe, athletic build.

[Angel]

The pair were already under watch. Spies for the orcs watched their every move, knowing the effeminate boy to be the object of their prince's desire. For orcs, there was no such thing as sexuality; a willing hole was just fine for holstering a dick. The prince just happened to havd foreign taste.

[CrimsonVagabond]

The Prince waved off his bodyguard's worries. "Don't worry Serina, if those pigs so much as dare show their ugly snouts, I'll protect you." In truth he was a little apprehensive, he'd been warned by a particularly large Orc Cheiftan that treaty or not treaty there would be little mercy if he was caught with soldiers on the border again. He'd tried to come alone, give Serina the slip but she was simply too loyal. He HAD to see the Orc Prince again, he just had to.

Serina sighed and blew a errant string of hair out of her face. "One of these days Prince Bradley (ooc: like that better than Bradford) you'll admit I'm right about these things..."

[Angel]

"If he keeps showing up to wiggle his hairless ass at our prince, our chieftain will send him back in a loot bag." came a particularly amused grunt. An orc spy had sauntered up. "He captivates the prince, but can produce no grandchildren for our chieftain."

[CrimsonVagabond]

Dusk was coming and not so much as a single Orc scout in sight. Bradley was growing impatient and insisted Serina set up camp for the night. She told him not to go far, but he insisted she stop being so mother hen-like, and that he had to relieve himself. Ducking through some shrubbery at the edge of their camp sight he looked down into a rocky valley that should have been full of Orcs. Setting his hunting horn to his lips he blew three sharp blasts. "That should get their attention" he smirked.

In camp, Serina started at the sound of the Prince's horn, thinking him in mortal danger, she unsheathed her broadsword and ran toward the sound.

[Angel]

The orc spy popped up, and grabbed the prince by the arm. "Letting your dick think for you, princess? The chieftain told you not to come around seducing our prince anymore." he grunted at him.

[CrimsonVagabond]

Bradley, despite being relieved someone had answered the call, couldn't help but feel a little offended at the scout's words. With a reckless smile Bradley spoke clearly. "He seduced me you fool, now take me to my lover's side I won't resist you." He looked up at the Orc pleadingly, "...only, please let my bodyguard go, I'm your prisoner, she has nothing to do with this."

[Angel]

The orc rolled his eyes. "The chieftain is going to send you to your mother in pieces if you keep this up. He wants grandchildren, and no matter how feminine you are, you won't bear fruit." he said warningly. "I'll take you to the prince. But I won't guarantee your protector's safety. If she charges in, they'll have their way with her." he said simply, beginninv to pull him along.

[CrimsonVagabond]

Bradley sighed, a true bond could never be made between himself and the Orce prince unless he somehow provided the Chieftain an heir, it just wasn't fair! He wished he'd been born a woman sometimes, but then, perhaps he wouldn't find the men so attractive in that case...

With a wild cry of "For Balandrum!" Serina dropped to the ground before Bradley and the scout and began swinging her sword at the other Orcs, she managed to wound three before she heard Bradley's command. "Stop! STOP IT! SERINA I SAID STOP!"

His order caught her off guard and the Orcs sprung on her, bringing her to her knees and throwing aside her weapon. "B-but why? Why Bradley?"

The prince sighed. "Serina, I'm going with them back to their encampment...I'm in love with their prince." He was sorry she'd gotten involved, but felt good to finally confess his feelings to one of his subjects.

[Angel]

The orc scout snorted a little, eying the woman as she knelt, rendered helpless by his comrades.

"If you make her go back, she'll get only minor retribution." he said simply. "The wounded orcs will want to see her squirm, but won't demand blood." he added, leading the prince along to the encampment. At this point the damned chieftain was probably already in full annoyance.