A (somewhat) successful attempt

The next few minutes were a blur of intense, jaw-aching labor. Having two massive orcs tag-teaming my mouth was every bit as overwhelming as I’d feared - and, if I’m being entirely honest, far more intoxicating than I anticipated!

As I rhythmically worked my way up and down their combined girth, my eyes naturally drifted over to where Baelog was slumped in the dirt. I expected him to be passed out, or at least looking at me with profound, eternal gratitude. Instead, he was staring wide-eyed, completely transfixed by the sheer, unadulterated decadence of the spectacle. His chest was still heaving as he drew in air, but his hand had already drifted down between his legs, furiously stroking his thick dwarven shaft in a frantic effort to keep pace with the show, so utterly ridiculous!

But any room for amusement quickly vanished as a sudden, heavy realization settled into my gut.

These two orcs were massive, their stamina was completely full, and despite my most enthusiastic, slobbering efforts, they weren’t anywhere near finished. A low, gravelly grunt from my original captor confirmed my fears; they were going to need a hell of a lot more than just a dedicated mouth to get them across the finish line.

Instead of panic, a wicked surge of pure, electric excitement shot straight down to my crotch. My own member throbbed violently, completely betraying me. Knowing that my mouth wasn’t going to be enough meant that this encounter was about to escalate to a whole new level of carnal surrender. They were going to want to use the rest of me, and looking up at their massive, green frames, I realized I was utterly, desperately eager to find out exactly how they planned to do it.

I didn’t have to wait long for my answer. Sensing my submission, the first orc gripped me by the hair, firmly but deliberately pulling my head back off his length with a wet, heavy pop. Before I could even draw a breath, a massive, calloused hand clamped around the scruff of my neck, and with the effortless strength of a predator handling a cub, he flipped me around and shoved me down into the dirt.

My palms hit the damp forest floor, and within half a second, my hips were violently jerked upward until I was pinned squarely on all fours. The vulnerability of the position should have terrified me, but as the cool night air hit my exposed backside, my core practically melted. Behind me, I heard the heavy, eager shifting of leather and the deep, rough growls of the two brutes mapping out exactly how they were going to claim their prize. I arched my back, presenting myself completely, entirely helpless to whatever they had in store for me next.

What followed was a symphony of absolute, unbridled savagery that completely shattered whatever remained of my straight, royal dignity. There was no gentleness, no courtship - just the raw, rhythmic pounding of two massive green beasts thoroughly taking turns claiming what was theirs. Because of their massive proportions, every single thrust felt like an absolute invasion, stretching me far past what I thought a human body could ever accommodate. I was split wide, utterly filled to capacity, and handled like putty in their massive hands, my own voice lost to a breathless mix of **** gasps and shameless, involuntary moans.

If anyone from the court were to ask, I would’ve said that I was a victim of circumstance, completely overpowered and **** into this scandalous ordeal... and that’s true! It just happened to me; I had **** but to endure it for survival, right? Taking on such terrifyingly oversized, thick lengths was pure, unadulterated diplomacy by other means!

I rationalized every frantic push of my hips as a tactical move to keep them content, every **** arch of my back as a strategy to prevent them from growing bored and violent. But my actions did not completely align with what I told myself. My own leaking, fully engorged length was pinned firmly against my stomach, throbbing in absolute agony with every heavy slam. The internal friction against my sensitive walls was so intense that my un-touched member was practically weeping, entirely matching the wanton rhythm of my conquerors. Instead of resisting the overwhelming pressure of those massive shafts stretching me to my absolute limit, I found my hands reaching back to grip those thick, muscular green thighs, pulling them even tighter against me. I was actively taking every single monstrous inch, my hips naturally finding their rhythm, bucking greedily against them to meet every heavy, devastating thrust.

“Oh, gods... yes! Brand me a traitor, but don’t stop!” I gasped out, my head tossing wildly in the dirt, completely losing the script of my mission.

From a few feet away, Baelog’s furious stroking continued, his raspy voice cutting through the grunts and wet, heavy friction.

“Uh... Your Highness? You sound a bit... too diplomatic over there!”
“Shut up and keep... watch, Baelog! I’m... ah!... negotiating!”

I cried out, a loud, high-pitched wail tearing from my throat as one of the brutes buried his colossal width deep enough to find the exact spot to make my vision go entirely white. The official story was that I was helpless against their sheer size. But the sheer internal fullness completely overwhelmed my central nervous system; my own release suddenly blew past any restraint I had left, spurting wildly into the dirt beneath me without a single touch. As it heavily spilled into the soil, a voice loud and clear in the back of my mind spoke the absolute truth: I hadn’t been against this for a single second. I had absolutely loved being thoroughly conquered and completely stretched out by them.

By the time the final, explosive climax arrived, it felt like a volcanic eruption. Both orcs let out deep, echoing roars that shook the very leaves on the trees, completely coating my insides and drenching my back in an impossibly thick, hot torrent of their combined seed, leaving me trembling, utterly filled to the brim, and completely spent.

As the two brutes finally pulled away, grunting in mutual satisfaction and adjusting their armor, they cast one last amused, approving look at their thoroughly broken-in, surprisingly accommodating human prize. Having satisfied their primal urges to the absolute fullest, they turned on their heels and vanished into the dark woods, entirely disinterested in any further conflict.

For a long moment, the clearing was dead silent, save for the sound of ragged breathing. I slowly collapsed flat onto my stomach, my muscles twitching, completely covered in the evidence of my “heroic sacrifice”.

Baelog gingerly dragged himself to his feet as he looked down at me with a mixture of awe, profound respect, and slight trauma.

“Well... Prince... I’ve seen some intense diplomatic maneuvers in my time... but that truly takes the cake. You really gave it your all. Especially considering... well, the sheer volume of the opposition. And the bucking. I must say, for a ‘negotiation,’ you certainly didn’t seem to want the other side to back down.”

Wincing significantly as the cool air hit my thoroughly stretched and wrecked backside, I managed a weak, exhausted smirk into the dirt, quickly locking my secret pleasure away.

“Not a word of this to the others, Baelog,” I muttered, my voice entirely hoarse. “Not a single word.”
“As if I’d need to! Ye’re covered in orc spunk!”

With his help, I unsteadily wobbled to my feet, and together, the two of us slowly, carefully made our incredibly sore way back to the safety of the camp.