I, a common farm boy, was made the king orc's bride?!

chptr 3

"Oh, oh, ah!! Yes, Orc Master!!~♡" The palace corridors were filled with the erotic echoes of Ullither's moaning.
He was in the armoury, hiding from the king, taking two hard orc cocks deep in his ass while he sucked the foreskin off a third.
He was high on the smell of their sweat and addicted to the taste of their cum.
The orcs spoke in their mother-tongue but Ullither had been here long enough to understand what they were saying.
"Look at this human slut!"
"His ass feels better than elven pussy, hahaha!"
"What'll the king do to it if he finds out this one is disloyal?"
What WILL the king do to him? Tie him up and punish him? No... The king knows how much Ullither LOVES to be put down, degraded, pissed on-- how much Ullither is in love with the pain. He's a little cock monkey who'll do anything to get his gut stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey.
Ullither walked down the corridor, in desperate need of a shower after several hours of hardcore gang-banging. His bussy was so loose the cum was slowly trickling down his leg while he made his way to the beach.
There, he took off his clothes and dipped into the sea. He had to finger the cum out his ass.
While he was scrubbing his body clean, he felt something warmer than the sea water wrap around his leg. He was pulled under instantly, going deeper and deeper, further away from land into the deep water. Strong, large hands hugged him.
"I've found you at last," a voice deeper than the ocean whispered into his ear, "my beloved Lyra."
Lyra?! "Cocka-doodle-who the fuck is Lyra?!" Ullither shouted, wondering how he was able to speak under water and why he hasn't drowned yet.
He was thankful though. He didn’t want to die like this. If he could have it his way, he'd die drowning in semen, or suffocating under the weight of a titan's dick.
He turned around and his eyes went wide.
Ullither has heard of him. The old crone used to tell stories about a god who lost his beloved bride in a storm and searches the waters for her.
This was him.
King of the oceans, father of all its creatures, he provides the entire world with food and life and yet his rage could drown the mountains in sea storms.
The great god LEROY!!
Ullither gasped and Leroy pinched the mortal's face between his fingers.
"You have the wrong mortal," Ullither tried to protest.
"No I don't."
"You do."
"I don't."
"You do."
"I don't."
"You do."
"ENOUGH!!" And somewhere in the south west a sea vortex sunk a small island kingdom.
"You've got it wrong, old man. My husband--"
"HUSBAND!?" LEROY RAGED. He threw Ullither down onto the sea bed and shoved his godly dick into the mortal's mouth.
Instinctively, Ullither started sucking, his hands went to work, Leroy's schlong was the length of his body! So Ullither hugged it, grinded his own body against it and started fisting the ocean god's urethra.
Leroy pushed Ullither's hair out of his face and forced him to look up as he came all over his new bride's pretty face.
Ullither swallowed and swallowed, drinking up the cum like it was a milkshake in the middle of a desert.
"What was this... about your husband?"
Ullither shook his head. "You're my... husband, Almighty Leroy. The orc who calls himself king stole me away from you!"
Leroy picked him up and hugged him tight.
"Motherfucker."