Back home

"... he is right, I will have to face my father" Liandra said after Kendra and Kendal were gone.

Her Orc husband turned her around, she felt like a toy in his hands. He sniffed her neck and breasts, she could see his big nostrils flaring up as he inhaled her lust stench. She moaned softly just thinking about being taken again by that monster.

"I can conquer your homeland for you, if you miss it much. Or any other kingdom" His tone was nonchalant, it sounded far more like a promise than a boast.

"I don't want a bloodbath" He saw her over the table, and she willingly parted her legs for him. Her legs and pussy were so sore she screamed in pain when they tested her acceptance of her husband´s cock.

"I can endure it" she said bravely, but Scro was unwilling to hurt his human wife. She stepped down from the table, and turned her back on him, she spread her then reddish asscheeks and exposed her rosy hole.

The pain was even worse than she felt in her pussy, but she **** her lips shut as he stuffed her with his fuckmeat. She could feel him ripping her apart, but if this was what dying felt like, she would welcome **** gladly. Tears ran down her cheeks, but he only noticed them when his cock was halfway in.

"You are hurting" He wasn't asking

"Yes" what was the point in denying? "Oh, gods, give me strength" she gave voice to her pain and pleasure.

She braced on the table, his cock stretching her ass to the limit, he began to thrust in and out of her with increasing speed. It wasn't long before she felt her orgasm explode, her spasms milked his load inside her rectum. When he left her, she could feel the warm liquid running down from her hole, and she felt herself smile.

The journey home continued in a fuckfest. The large room was actually a wagon pulled by 8 horses, it was a luxuriant and primitive way to travel, reserved in ages past only to the richest Orc Warlords. In the eyes of his people, that is exactly what Scro was.

To Liandra, if the sex was marvelous the opportunity to speak with her husband later was almost as good. She kept chastising herself whenever she though how ugly he was, he was a "noble savage", uncorrupted by civilization. She tried to rationalize her choices beyond simply how much she enjoyed sex, and by the time she reached the border of her realms she believed it had purely been her own choice to be with Captain Scro now.