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𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐊 was hexed by an ancient relic while dungeon crawling.
His solution? Strap the nearest nun to the crown of his orchood while they spout some devout holy nonsense.
❛ Pfft, stupid curses. . . ❜
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❛ Hey …
you’ve got to show your husband a little more love than that— ❜
Her blank stare seemed to fade away the moment that bulbous green tip poked its fat head inside her, stirring up what he could only perceive as … 𝙢𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨
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her forehead as her anxiety rose. Suddenly, her inner monologue was silenced by her 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐭 being 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 by that painfully swollen 𝙊𝙍𝘾 𝙈𝙀𝘼𝙏.
The regal kitten’s jaw dropped, mouthing words with no sound. Her cheeks reddening.
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The walls quivered, her books spilled to the floor, and the halls rang with the shameless, heated noise of skin against skin.
That veined length she’d been staring at moments ago sent a throbbing warmth through her, twisting deep in her belly as its sheer size—
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Under the weight of his massive frame, the bed creaked—groaning like it might split apart.
Its legs wouldn’t truly snap, though, until 𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐊 slowly forced that swollen length inside her.
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His features twisted in a brutal contrast, his smile only grew wider, satisfied… Unhinged.
❛ Good.
Very good. ❜
Without saying another word, the mighty orc threw his new wife over his shoulder and proceeded to her chambers.
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The door slammed shut behind them as 𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐊 moved to consummate the marriage immediately.
He tossed the little feline onto the bed and got right on top of her.
❛ This is going to be fun … ❜
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❛ Repeat after me, my queen:
I do… because I have no choice. ❜
His hand came to rest atop her head, firmly establishing it as the only crown she would ever wear from now on.
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𝙎𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 …
❛ I take you, not as you are…
but as you will become.
Quiet. Obedient. 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴. ❜
𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐊 grabbed his staggering pillar of meat and 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 it against her chest.
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