In a distant kingdom, Lord Farquaad ruled with an iron fist. One particularly warm summer evening, he returned to his chambers after a day of overseeing the well-being of his people. He was sweaty and thirsty, so he decided to take a stroll through the castle, hoping to find a refreshing drink. As he wandered the halls, his ears picked up on soft splashing sounds coming from the bathroom adjacent to Shrek's quarters.

Lord Farquaad, who was known for being nosy and controlling, couldn't resist the urge to investigate. He crept closer, peering through a crack in the door. What he saw left him breathless. There, in the tub, sat Shrek. The ogre's muscular body glistened with droplets of water as he relaxed, his cock half-hard and bobbing gently in the sudsy water.

Farquaad's loins tightened, aroused by the sight before him. He slipped off his robe and stepped into the bathroom, making sure to keep quiet enough not to startle Shrek. The ogre let out a small grunt as he noticed someone else in the room. When he saw who it was, he couldn't help but smirk.

"Evening, my lord," Shrek greeted, his voice deep and sultry. "Mind giving me a hand?" He playfully gestured to the soap on the edge of the tub. Farquaad, unable to resist temptation, stepped forward, taking the bar of soap from him. As he began to lather up Shrek's body, his mind raced with carnal thoughts.

Shrek let out a low groan as Farquaad rubbed the soap over his back and chest. The lord couldn't help but lean in close, feeling the warmth radiating off Shrek's flesh. He planted a kiss on the nape of the ogre's neck before slowly making his way down to his pecs, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin.

Shrek moaned as Farquaad's mouth traveled further south, his cock swelling with each feather-light touch. The lord couldn't resist the temptation any longer and took the ogre's shaft into his mouth, sucking on it like a starving man. Shrek's fingers threaded through Farquaad's hair, guiding him as he bobbed his head in rhythm.

Farquaad pulled away for a moment to discard his breeches and shirt before climbing onto the tub with Shrek. The ogre's arms wrapped around the lord as their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Farquaad slid his hand between Shrek's thighs, finding his entrance slick from arousal. He coated his fingers with lube before inserting them into the tight opening.

Shrek let out a needy moan, his hips bucking to meet Farquaad's intrusion. The lord then positioned himself at Shrek's entrance and, with one slow thrust, he sheathed his length inside the ogre's heat. Both men groaned as they adjusted to their new position.

Farquaad began to set a steady pace, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure through both him and Shrek. They kissed deeply, exchanging lustful glances that fueled their need for one another. Soon the lord picked up his rhythm, pounding into the ogre with ferocious intensity.

"Cum inside me, my lord," Shrek growled between gritted teeth. "Fill me up and claim this body as yours." Farquaad's eyes widened at the request, but he couldn't deny the allure of such a kink. He slammed into Shrek one last time before releasing his seed deep within the ogre's core.

The sensation caused Shrek to shudder and convulse around Farquaad's throbbing member. The lord collapsed onto Shrek, their breathing heavy as they clung to each other in post-coital bliss. They shared a few tender moments before dressing and parting ways. However, the memory of that steamy encounter lingered in both men's minds, igniting an unspoken desire for more.

From then on, Lord Farquaad and Shrek secretly indulged their mutual lust whenever they could steal away from their kingdom duties, always ending with a creampie to satisfy the ogre's kink. In the end, their secret liaisons only served to strengthen the bond between them, unbeknownst to those in the kingdom that the lord and the ogre were more than just enemies or even foes.