he was an Orc

You were waiting in front of the altar, waiting for your soon-to-be husband to arrive. Eventually the door opened and revealed the presence of a big burly orc. This was the very first time you had seen your groom. You didn't like him very much.

You had always imagined marrying someone of the feminine genders. A woman or a feminine hermaphrodite. At least then the person you were bound to would have some boobies for you to enjoy. But not a masculine hermaphrodite such as yourself.

Unfortunately, you were not in any position to deny your fathers orders. The marriage went like it was planned and the priest declared you and the orc next to you as husband and husband. The crowd cheered, your father and father-in-law celebrated and you and your husband were quiet. He didn't appear all that interested at being wed to a dwarf. To be perfectly honest, neither were you at being wed to an orc.

After the celebrations were finally over with, you retired to your quarters. Your Orc husband joined you there, as it was now expected for the both of you to not just share the same bedroom or sleep in the same bed, but also start producing children as soon as possible.

So here you were, in your bedroom, with an orc you didn't know.