Humbling Uthul

The two grunts dragged Uthul’s upper body forward, pinning her chest flat against the smooth rock ledge. They yanked her wrists high behind her back, forcing her into a helpless, bent-over position that hoisted her massive green hips high out of the water. Her backside was incredibly voluptuous, a sweeping expanse of dense muscle and soft, heavy curves. Despite the terror, I caught my breath, utterly transfixed by the raw sight of her exposed ass and the thick length swinging uselessly beneath her in a surprisingly tempting manner.

“Look at our proud chieftain now,” the lead grunt sneered, grabbing the jar of slick oils I had been using. With a mocking laugh, he smeared the salve callously over the heavy curves of her rear, making her green skin glisten in the dim light. I couldn’t look away; the sight of her voluptuous cheeks being roughly handled was deeply intoxicating, sending a jolt of heat towards my crotch.

Uthul let out a fierce snarl, trying to buck her hips, but the grunt holding her slammed her back down. The lead male leaned in, deliberately stroking her inner thighs and flicking her heavy length to tease her resisting body. He mocked her, loudly declaring to the cave that a true chief wouldn’t be trembling like a common whore under a grunt’s touch, thoroughly destroying her pride.

Bracing his heavy hands against her broad hips, the lead grunt shifted his weight and forcefully drove himself into her. Uthul’s roars dissolved into a breathless, ragged gasp as he aggressively began using her body, quickly reducing the once-feared warlord to a thrashing display of pure submission right before my eyes.