Focus on myself

For a second, a wildly heroic - and incredibly scandalous - thought crossed my mind: what if I somehow attracted the other orc’s attention and... sacrificed myself for Baelog? But I quickly dismissed it. Managing two massive, unpredictable beasts at the same time sounded like an absolute logistical nightmare. Besides, if I distracted Baelog’s playmate, my own captor might take it as an insult to his performance and lose his temper... or worse, both of them might get way too enthusiastic about having such an overachieving captive, and I really didn’t need to find out what an orc sandwich felt like!

No, a prince must be pragmatic. Swallowing down a small surge of guilt, I closed my eyes and did my royal best to tune out the ****, muffled **** sounds just a few feet away.

I focused all my attention on the heavy, green view directly in front of me. Whether I was driven by cold, calculated self-preservation, {if bicurious >= 60} or a sneaky little craving for the heavy, intoxicating rhythm he was giving me, {else} or just a **** desire to get this over with, {endif} I knew I had to keep up my status as the star captive. I kept my jaw relaxed and my pace perfectly accommodating, doing everything in my power to keep the big guy happy. If Baelog was going to survive the night, he’d just have to rely on that famous dwarven stamina. As for me? I was going to ensure my safe return to the kingdom, one remarkably thick mouthful at a time.

Much to my luck, my orc finally showed signs of approaching climax. I took advantage of this, rushing to ensure that he only dislocates my jaw and leaves everything else as intact and tight as it’s supposed to be! I am... not proud of the rash measures I took or the sounds I made, but fortunately the orc soon deposited a remarkably big load within my throat and fell back on the ground with a satisfied grunt.{if bicurious >= 60}.. making me notice a small disappointment that I had not reached a climax of my own!{endif}

Baelog did not have the same luck as me and was currently experiencing what it meant to be anally taken! The sight made me feel slightly sorry for himself though I still couldn’t entirely dismiss the irony. Fortunately for him, his anal invader did not possess that much stamina and Baelog soon felt what it was like to be a doughnut filled up with cream.

The two orcs quickly left, seemingly having lost interest in any further conflict as I helped Baelog get up and the two of us headed back to the camp.