Angry at your recent loss

You snarl, grabbing Morrigan's head roughly as your fingernails dig into her scalp. Feeling disgusted and ashamed at your loss to that blonde royal bitch, you might as well take it out on Morrigan.

Holding her hand tightly, you ram your cock inside her throat. It slides down to the base as Morrigan gags, but you hold it there, snarling. You grab her by the back of the neck, grabbing her and beginning to thrust as you roughly fuck her throat. Morrigan tries to use her hands, but you bat them away.

You close your eyes for a brief moment, before looking down as Queen Elisandria takes your dick. You facefuck her majesty, roughly slamming your nick in until her nose is pressed against your pubes. She gags, **** for breath, but you hold it there, enjoying the **** struggle of her tongue trying to push your cock out to breath. After a few seconds you let her go, as your cock slides off. You grab a handful of red... no, blonde. You grab a handful of Elisandria's blonde hair, yanking her head back so she's **** to look up at you. You spit, a glob of saliva landing right above her eye, dripping down. You slap your dick against her face, noting the defiant look on her face being slapped away to be replaced with one of pure terror. You slap her roughly, before spitting in her open mouth. You sneer, ramming your cock inside again as she gags on your cock. Her saliva begins to drip roughly off your cock and down her mouth as you **** yourself deeply inside her, until she gags **** for breath.

You grab her head, ramming it to the very balls until she can't breathe again. You fire your load deep inside her throat, firing it straight into her stomach. You pump every drop you can inside her as you slide into her mouth, as Queen Elisandria desperately tries to scream for help from that cunt knight or some crossbow fuck, but it's not coming.

Finally, you yank your cock out of her mouth, blinking again to see Morrigan in front of you, her face a mess of cum and saliva.

"Clean yourself up, you dumb bitch," you snarl.

You watch as Morigan wipes her face clean, wiping the cum and saliva off with the back of her hand. Her tongue darts out, licking her fingers clean, just to your liking. You take a deep breath, exhaling slowly as you relax.

"Good girl," you say. "Now, where were we?"

Unfortunately, now slumped in your throne talking to your lieutenants, it seems while your physical wounds have healed, your army's taken some serious blows.

"The Blackfury tribe has taken its losses. It will take some time before the youths are raised into proper warriors and we're brought back to full strength."

"Are you saying you won't go to war should I ask?" you say.

"My boys and I will kill anything you order. I'm just telling you if you want to keep us around, using us as the first wave of meat shields ain't the best way."

"You seem particularly loyal for a man whose men I led to their deaths," you note.

"Everything dies eventually. Least Orcs do. Under you, they died in battle like heroes instead of farming in some shitty mountain," Bloodaxe shrugs. "Besides the ones who died retreating, but fuck 'em. Plus, we took victory against Whitley."

"Terrific. I'll find a way to solve this issue. Just give me time."