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Lord farquaad finally knew what he wanted. For years he thought he wanted Fiona, a princess. It wasn’t until the ruined wedding when he laid eyes on the green pea colored creature that changed his whole world. Who wouldn’t fall in love with Shrek? His round bouncy figure, curves that went on for ages, the dirt under his fingernails, the luscious thick lips and those erect girthy antennas on either side of his head. Even the lord knew it’s not gay if it’s Shrek.
Lord farquaad knew what he needed to do. He needed to have him. He looked at himself in the dirty mirror covered in fog and musky smelling stains. He stroked his own chest hairs, curling the strands gently as he fantasized of what would cum next. His daydreaming was interrupted by the muffled screams and shuffles behind him. Rolling his eyes he turned around to face a tied up Fiona stuck to a chair, a cloth gagging her mouth covered in tears that streamed down her cheeks.
“There there, princess. It’s only fair that I interrupt your wedding night after that ogre husband of yours interrupted our wedding.” He walked closer to her, his silky bathrobe clinging to his bulges with nothing underneath. Lord farquaad lifted himself onto his toes so he could reach Fiona’s less girthy antennas and whispered “you will watch me fuck him.”
With that he dropped his robe, revealing his hard, leaking, baby carrot micro penis almost completely hidden by the long curly tresses of his foul pubes.
Farquaad climbed into bed with a slight struggle. Waiting in the ogre marital bedchamber, he got on his four limbs with his ass sticking up facing the doorway. An open invite for Shrek himself.
Heavy footsteps echoed through the halls, each stomp sounded wet, slapping the creaky wooden floors with a funky scent lingering behind. He was coming. Shrek entered the chamber naked dripping in swamp water. He must have went for a quick dive. Confusion and lust struck his face when he was met with the gaping asshole of Farquaad on his bed.
Shrek growled in his husky deep voice “What are you doing here? Why is my wife tied up?”
“Come on daddy Shrek, I know you want this. Fiona wanted a preview of her wedding night, I thought it would be a pleasant wedding gift to offer myself as the model example of what a good little slut should be like” farquaad wiggled his derrier.
Fiona continued her cries in the background shaking her head. She wanted Shrek for herself. Shrek grabbed farquaad and dragged him towards the end of the bed near his face, with a tight grip around his throat. “I don’t want you, I’m married to Fiona.” He said with his hot heavy onion breath filling farquaad’s nostrils.
“Then why are you hard?” Farquaad questioned smirking despite the lack of oxygen supply to his brain.
Fast forward.
The bed sagged with the combined weights of their bodies wrestling each other. The smell of swamp and bodily juices filled the room with its aroma, creating thick moist fog around the two. Shrek buried his face in the crook of farquaads neck, farquaad moaned and groaned gripping the antennas tightly on shriek’s head. Bringing one down to lick the putrid foul ear wax that leaked from his antennas. Swirling his tongue around the hole and scooping the gunky clumps into his mouth as they grinded into each other.
His uneven teeth grazing the skin of farquaads sideburns left shivers down his spine.
Farquaad tightened his legs around the heat that poked and prodded between his cheeks. He was scared, would this hurt? He gently raised his head to gaze into farquaads eyes, “it will all be ogre soon”
Farquaad softly smiled back, whilst fondling his green protruding auditory orifices again. Shrek was turned on by this, his throbbing ogrehood against Farquaad’s tiny minuscule sex. The fire in his nether regions grew, burning them alive. Shrek slowly and gently entered farquaad’s tight hole.
Fiona watched from the chair writhing, upset that it wasn’t her. Jealous that she wasn’t Shrek’s first hole. However she was turned on from the show.
Farquaad let out a squeal of delight as shrek’s green textured cucumber penis stretched him out, and thrusted deeper and harder.
“Oh Shrek! Yes please, enter me harder!”
“You little ingrate” Shrek chuckled in his thick Scottish brogue.
Shrek leaked his smelly salty sweaty juices as he continued to move inside the warm bussy of Lord farquaad. This is what farquaad wanted, this is what he waited for. Shrek thumbed the little button that is Farquaads cock making him wriggle underneath him.
Shrek played with the lord’s senses by plucking a long curly thick pube from his manhood and began flossing with it as he went deeper. Syncing up the flossing motion to each and every thrust, farquaad was about to explode at the sight. A man who cares about oral hygiene at a time like this. Farquaad’s butthole twitched and his eyes rolled back, he loved how Shrek used every part of him, like the dirty little swamp slut he was.
Farquaad wanted to pleasure him just as much. he let shreks ogrehood slip out so he could taste him. The juice hot shaft uncircumcised with green clumpy smegma between the folds of scaly skin. He knew he wanted that in his mouth. Farquaad licked all around, getting bursts of different rancid flavors during each swipe of the tongue. Making his way down lower and lower down his heavy balls to the crack of glory. Oh yes he wanted to swim in shrek’s swamp indeed.
Onions have layers, ogres have layers and farquaad wanted to be in every single one.
Shrek tightened his hole that was so big that farquaad could actually fit his entire head in it. Farquaad stuck his whole head in and began rotating, thrusting his head inside and outside. Rimming the hole with his head. He was his toy, his butt plug to use. Shrek was going to cum, he was going explode and farquaad did not want to miss it.
Almost stuck in the swampy shrussy of Shrek farquaad pried his head out and aimed his own hole up for Shrek to finish in. Shrek gladly accepted this invite and within a few more thrusts, Shrek held lord farquaad with his meaty large hands. With one last powerful thrust he was filled, filled with his love and green gooey slime, that coated the sheets. Farquaad released a droplet of his own seed that followed soon after.
The two embraced in the swamp which became the marital bed that was already soiled in deceit, infidelity, and lust. Fiona lucky to watch it all knowing she was next. A cuck in the marriage for life, as she also knew farquaad would always come back for more. A slut for her husband. Fulfilling him in ways she could never.
Shrek is love. Shrek is life.