Iyda Deepcunt, Wife of Turrig

“You breed good. You be worthy wife.” He says picking up your exhausted form in both arms. Both of you still naked, he carries you out of the tent as you leak a trail of cum. Petra quietly sobs in the corner, her mind seemingly shattered as she watched you accept your breeding.

The orc carries you through the encampment holding you high like a trophy. Many other orcs cheer out in celebration as they see your thoroughly bred form be marched though camp. You hear many orcs call out to the one that carries you, seemingly calling him by his name, Turrig. Turrig wears a big goofy grin on his face as he throws you over his shoulder exposing your bred cunt to the crowd of gathered orcs. The orcs chatter in excitement as you feel a few fingers dip into your raw cunt to inspect the damage. Turrig kisses your ass cheek, seemingly proud of you. He continues his march as you arrive at Turrig’s tent. He carries you into it as he throws you down on his pile of furs. He lowers himself to you as the two of you embrace passionately.

What follows is a wild night of passion. The two of you fuck wildly to consummate your marriage, enjoying the bond you now share. As the night progresses, he fills you with enough cum that your belly extends slightly. Exhausted after your long night, you fall asleep in his arms.