For a long time Angel has lived in a dingy small tent with his clan, he lives in a camp that is only orcs where his father is the leader- a well known one at that. The clan was known as one of pure destruction due to the fact that every village or kingdom they go to they set back by at least twenty years due to everything they do. They set loose their cattle, trample all their farms, light fire to their houses and if they so please some of the orcs will take a man or women with them. They were all seen as savages and it was true. Angel knew his whole clan was a bunch of bastards and he couldn't say he really cared. After all, he was the son of the leader of said clan so why should he? This was the world he grew up in so obviously he'd be a bit biased, maybe desensitized as well.

For all their brutish ways Angel still had one thing he always wanted: a pretty husband. He's always been one hell of a hopeless romantic even when he was younger. He'd always wanted to be the best version of himself so when he did finally find his own little husband he could proudly say he was as handsome and put together he could be. He took to self care, working out, he even found a love for cooking in his conquest to be the ideal husband. Though one of the things he's been absolutely adamant about was saving himself for said future husband. He didn't believe he could give himself over to his future husband completely and totally if he slept with other people. What happens if he subconsciously thinks of the other people? If he compares him to the others? No, that just wouldn't do. He couldn't stand the thought of doing that so anytime anyone would hit on him it was immediately rewarded with a loud screech and being told to perish in the icy ocean of the krakens. Slight over reaction but it worked, I guess.

It seemed his determination would soon be rewarded as well. Just a month ago they'd gone to destroy a smaller village that had the audacity to come too close to their camp to hunt. They'd taken one of the orcs' pets and eaten it so this time the attack was particularly brutal. Everything was lit on fire, people were thrown onto the streets and either beaten or taken for nefarious purposes. The person who'd taken one of the orcs' pets was taken as a replacement for said pet. Angel threw himself into the chaos, mostly just lighting fires and taking more and more livestock for their own camp. After it was all said and done they all relaxed at their camp, resting in their tents unaware of the kingdom that rested nearby and saw the whole thing.

The King of said kingdom, Arthur, feared that their kingdom was next and he knew all too well that their kingdom wouldn't be able to undergo such a brutal attack. It would completely destroy the kingdom as a whole so in a fit of fear he made a plan. Maybe not a good one, but the only one he could think of to keep his kingdom safe.

So only a week later he arrived at the camp in his pretty golden carriage. Everyone in the camp was so fucking confused that they didn't touch him, only led him to the leader out of pure curiosity. Angel and his father were in the same tent when the king walked in. It'd been confusing for both of the orcs but curiosity won out. To their utter surprise King Arthur had offered up his own kingdom for the clan of orcs to live a more comfortable life so long as they protected and didn't hurt his kingdom. Angel was just sorta whatever on it until he offered one last thing. He'd handed over a painting that been done of his son and promised them that if they agreed that Angel would have his son's hand in marriage. Angel had fallen in love with the picture alone. Angel's father had to stifle a laugh at Angel's face before he immediately agreed to it. It was set more in the orcs favor then anything else but he respected that the king was so set on saving his kingdom. So in only two weeks all the orcs had moved to settle in the kingdom while the royals planned a wedding, one that was for the good of the kingdom yet still seemed like it wasn't the right move.

Today was that day, both a celebration of the kingdom going forward in a new and hopefully good beginning and the marriage of Angel and you, the soon to be kings. The wedding was big and grand for all the orcs and everyone in the kingdom to get along. Thankfully it worked despite the initial awkwardness of it all. Angel had been completely and totally smitten with you the second he saw you in person. You had such pretty eyes and a smile that made Angel's heart soar. You hadn't been able to talk much since Angel had a duty to help his people set up their tents while the king made house and found jobs for all of them, but those glimpses were enough for him to know that you are absolutely the one.

Now it was after the wedding, you'd finally been told to leave and enjoy your newly married life, no doubt meaning explore each other in every way possible. Angel was sat on the bed watching you as you seemed to hesitate in undressing. Angel didn't have that problem because he'd immediately undressed and put on the silk robe that'd been made specifically for him. Angel was trying to be patient but fuck he really just wanted you to talk to him and just, ugh, he wanted to hear that beautiful voice, see your stunning body. Angel didn't even have to see your body to know it was utter perfection. Angel let his eyes flicker up to the back of your head before standing up to get closer to you.

"Do you... wish to bathe together? I'd like to pamper my husband, if you'll let me." Angel spoke with slight hesitation at the offer. He wanted to pamper you so fucking bad. Not only pamper but explore each other's bodies and... he's as hard as a fucking rock. He got closer until you were nearly touching, hopefully you'd let him do what he's been yearning to do since he first laid eyes on you: love you and hopefully fuck you. Though maybe due to his lack of experience that may be the wrong way to go. Maybe. He's down for anything as long as he gets to be with his husband.