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Fantasy Vore RPG! - Page 21 - Princess - By tummyterrors - Overview
"You... you can't be serious!" you gasp, stunned by what your royal parents just told you. "You... shouldn't I have had a say in the matter?"

"This is your royal duty," the Queen sighed impatiently. "You knew you would have to marry one day."

"Yes, b-b-but not to an orc!" you protest furiously.

"Sweetheart, Urdenna would not survive another war with Vorcania," your Father says softly. "Our population still hasn't recovered from their last attack. They'll eat every one of us if we don't make peace."

"So instead you'll just let them eat me, your own daughter!" you spit, on the verge of tears.

"N-now, they have promised to treat you with the respect you deserve," the King stammers.

"You must know what that means, coming from a filthy orc," you snap. "You might as well shove and apple in my mouth and present me naked on a dinner platter!"

"Neceri!" Your mother gasps.

"I am not just some bargaining chip you can send away to be digested and turned to orc shit!" you shout finally, storming from the room, ignoring their shocked faces. You’re so angry you can barely think straight, tears of betrayed rage in your eyes. Fleeing to your room, you fling yourself on the bed and sob, as fear and dread replace the anger. What will you do? If you agree to marry the filthy orc prince, you’ll find yourself digesting in a hairy green belly within a week. But what other options do you have?

Rolling over on your back, you stare up at the ceiling as your mind races. “Wh-what am I going to do,” you sniffle. You could run away, but you don’t have a clue if how to live outside the palace, and a plump, gorgeous 16-year old like you will catch some hungry eyes.

You sit up, placing your hands over your eyes. You feel like you’re choosing between two versions of certain death. At least if you marry the orc, your death in his tummy will mean peace for your people. If you get eaten by some monster in the wild or a sly elvish waif, you’ll be pooped out and forgotten for nothing at all.

Whatever your choice, it must be made soon.
Choose
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