It was!

The orc’s brutal rhythm didn’t slow for a second, his heavy thighs slamming against me with a wet, rhythmic slap that echoed through the quiet woods. Every single drive hit so impossibly deep inside me that his thick head repeatedly punished my sensitive spot, sending jolts of pure electric heat straight to my gut.

I bit my lower lip hard, desperately trying to stifle the pathetic, needy whimpers threatening to burst out. I buried my face into the dirt and leaves, gripping the damp earth until my knuckles went white. “Do not make a sound,” I screamed at myself internally. “You are royalty. You are resisting this. You are NOT enjoying getting railed into the dirt by an orc!”

Except my body was being a complete traitor.

Despite my best efforts to stay limp and unyielding, my hips began to betray me. With every violent plunge, my lower back involuntarily arched, subtly tilting my pelvis to take him deeper and swallow every inch of his fat, green cock. My tight asshole was already clamping and throbbing around him, greedily squeezing his length in an intense rhythm that had absolutely nothing to do with my pride.

The orc above me let out a guttural rumble, noticing the subtle shift in my movements.

“Grakh... maug-orok!” [This one’s a slut!] he grunted, letting out a dark, booming laugh. I had no idea what he was actually saying, but the triumph in his voice was unmistakable. He clamped his massive, calloused hands onto my hips, anchoring me firm as he accelerated into a frantic, pounding pace.

A high-pitched, helpless groan slipped right past my teeth before I could stop it. My small pecker previously dangling limp against the moss was suddenly throbbing, leaking pre-cum directly into the dirt with every brutal impact. The initial pain was completely gone, replaced by a heavy, mind-numbing heat that made my toes curl. I tried to force a scowl, tried to squeeze my eyes shut and pretend I was anywhere else, but as his heavy balls slapped against me, my mouth fell open in a panting gasp of absolute, unavoidable pleasure.

The frantic pounding reached a fever pitch, and my body completely gave up on pretending. The orc roared and buried himself to the hilt, flooding my stretched asshole with a hot, endless wave of orc seed. The sheer intensity pushed me over the edge; without a single touch, my own pecker spurted a messy load into the dirt. He pulled out with a wet pop, leaving me trembling on the moss, oozing his warm fluid...

Once the two orcs lumbered off into the brush, I sat up on shaky arms, feeling completely wrecked. Baelog was already aggressively wiping his beard, glaring at the ground. He tossed my torn pants at me, his face burning red.

“Not a word of this to the camp, laddie,” he growled. “Not one.”

I just gave a weak nod, my legs wobbling like jelly as we began the long, quiet, incredibly sore walk back.