Go to him

One hand on the back of the heavy leather collar around your throat, your father reaches with the other to rip his loincloth away. He tugs you forward and you open your mouth breathlessly as he drags your face all along his huge, hard, sticky, seeping Orc-cock. "This is going to ruin you, son," he says grimly as he wipes himself from sack to crown with your tongue.

You blush, but hold his hard gaze with your own imploring eyes as you graze at him with your little tusks, and latch on with your soft, full lips to suck and tongue and tease, drunk on the smell and feel and taste of his cock. Nuzzling in on your elbows and knees, you hear yourself utter a soft, wordless moan as you instinctively arch your back and spread your legs.

"Not even fighting me, are you, son?" The hand not on your collar, holding your face to his grinding cock, reaches to slide your greasy leather loincloth down your ass, slipping a rough-callused fingertip down your cleft to brush at your ring. As you milk his huge, drooling cock to wipe his streaming pre into the fuzz of your upper lip, across your panting mouth and down to the wispy tuft of your chin, still holding his gaze, he pauses and gently presses, holding his finger still to let you squirm back and tease your sticky, shivering butthole against it slowly.

"That's right, son. All of it, to the stinking root, right there." You blush, and suck, and lift your ass higher. He pulls his huge Orc-cock away, to slap it hard against your face, teases it at your moaning lips, and slaps you hard again, alternating severity with indulgence until you are able to latch on again, sucking and teasing and tonguing where it twitches and seeps. He rewards you with just the rough tip of his finger, teasing at pushing in, withdrawing as soon and you push back with your dirty, yielding hole.

"Again and again," he says, "Deep and hard," Digging a little more sharply with his finger to make you gasp. "...until I am satisfied, and you are shuddering, broken thing, lying in a puddle of your own cum, begging and crying for me to do it again." Another involuntary whimper of need escapes you around a mouthful of cock. "You understand, son? If I take you, that will be your fate." His eyes are unforgiving, You have no doubt at all that what he tells you is true. "That is what Orc-cock will do to you, son." He drags you by the collar to bury your face where his rank, shaggy sack hangs from under his shaft, his full, hard, hairy length towering over you.

"Are you sure that is what you want?" He holds you there, toying and teasing your hot, sticky hole.