Marcus has to prepare Shaharza's cock for breeding

Back in the warchief's tent, Marcus watched, his skin tingling, as the massive Orc shrugged off her loincloth. He knew what was about to happen, that this monster was going to **** both him and his Mother with that thick cock dangling down between her muscled thighs. It scared him so much...but at the same time he couldn't deny the fluttering anticipation in his belly. Why was he feeling this way? Blushing and hot, his own tiny dick throbbing and stiff while his butt tingled and clenched around the horrible toy jammed up there. He didn't want this, did he?

Beside him, his Mother was looking almost as unsettled. Her pale cheeks were flushed as she stared up at Shaharza's muscled body, and her pink nipples were stiff and hard just like his own. Her gaze kept darting down between the Orc's legs, drifting longingly over that massive, soft cock before she seemed to recover and tear herself away.

"The cow first, come here." The warchief grunted, pointing a thick finger at the Queen. Marcus shivered at the flicker of disappointment those words sent through his body. He watched his beautiful Mother stumble towards the naked Orc, his lips trembling. Why...did he feel jealous? And of who? He wasn't even sure anymore. When the Queen stood in front of her Shaharza reached out a huge hand and laid it on her chest. Marcus gasped in shock as he saw the Orc's green fingers squeeze and grope his Mother's boobs, hefting the weight of each in turn. "I'll have to fuck these fat tits at some point." Shaharza smirked. "Maybe once I've got you bred and they're squirting milk too, like real udders. But tonight, there's only one place my cock is going." Her hand darted down, slipping down between the Queen's legs. From where he stood, Marcus could just see the Orc's thick fingers rubbing at his Mother's pussy. Her round butt tensed and wriggled as her legs shook underneath her, the pale cheeks quivering.

"Oh..." The Queen moaned hoarsely, her voice trembling. "Please...don't do this."

"Wet and ready for it, good." The warchief sneered, like she hadn't even heard. "Nice and tight too. Never had a real cock up there, have you? I'm going to enjoy this" She chuckled coldly, as his Mother let out another despairing groan. When she drew her hand away, two of her fingers were glistening wet. "Turn around and get on all fours." She snapped. The Queen stiffened, her jaw tensing, and for a moment it looked like she might find the strength to refuse. "Now!" The Orc snarled. With a scared whimper, the Queen hurriedly turned on her heel and collapsed to her knees. Her blue eyes flickered to Marcus for a moment, wide and afraid even as her cheeks flushed bright scarlet, then her gaze dropped to the floor, like she was too ashamed to even look at him. The young prince stared in trembling shock at the Orc looming over his Mother's body. She was just so big...and that cock of hers, even soft it was thicker than his arm. How was that supposed to even fit inside the Queen? He didn't know...but just the thought of watching as it happened made him feel so many confusing things he could hardly stand it. "Come here, little calf." Shaharza grunted, waving a finger at him. "I've got a job for you."

Swallowing nervously, Marcus shuffled forward, stepping around his naked Mother. As beautiful as she was, he couldn't stop staring at the Orc instead. His anxious gaze flickered over her massive muscles, those huge, bulging shoulders, the perfect lines of her abs, and her tree-trunk thighs. Then, between her huge legs, that huge cock. It was twitching now, not fully hard yet but some of the coiling veins were popping out of her green skin. The young prince felt his own tiny dick throb in longing as he remembered how that swollen shaft had pulsed hotly between his lips as she came down his throat.

"Marcus...oh..." The Queen whimpered as he walked past her, but it was hard to even hear her through the pounding of his heart. Soon he stood right in front of the warchief, his head barely above her waist and his gaze still fixed between her legs.

"I want to be nice and hard before I fuck your Mother." She rumbled above him, the lust in her voice making him shudder and moan softly. "That's where you come in. Get on your knees." Marcus obeyed without thinking, his trembling legs collapsing underneath him. She towered above him even more now, like a massive pillar of green muscle. And the smell of her musk...every breath he took he could almost taste that tingling scent. His butt clenched even tighter around the hard ivory, sending needy shivers through his aching body. It smelt so good... "Use your tongue on the head of my cock, get it wet first." She grunted.

Lost in a needy haze, the young prince didn't hesitate. He craned his neck up, struggling to even reach, and got his mouth close to the drooping head of her amazing cock. His tongue fluttered free of his lips, and he let out a hungry moan as he tasted her salty green skin once more. Oh...it felt so good. Heat flooded through his trembling body. All he could focus on was the cock in front of his mouth, tenderly licking and kissing the swollen head, watching in trembling delight as it grew stiffer and harder with each passing moment. The thought that he could manage to do this, manage to get her hard, made him feel so happy he could hardly stand it!

Glancing up through fluttering lashes even as he kept pleasing this amazing cock, he looked for her face, expecting to find her staring down at him the way she had when she'd shoved it down his throat. Instead, she was looking over him, glaring at his naked Mother with her lips curled into a hungry snarl. Marcus drew back a moment and pouted, a deep pang of jealousy stinging in his chest. What was so great about the Queen anyway? He was right here licking her cock! She should be looking at him instead!

Determined to get her attention now, he dived forward again. Her cock was almost fully hard now, and he had to stretch up as high as he could to reach. Stretching his lips open as wide as he could, he thrust his mouth over her cock, covering the swollen, flared head. His tongue flickered along the ridge at the bottom, fluttering delicately along skin he knew had to be sensitive. His reward was a rumbling moan of pleasure from above him, and the delicious feeling of the amazing cock getting even bigger in his mouth, stretching his lips even more.

Remembering what his Mother had done last night and **** to match her, Marcus **** his head forward, trying to shove the cock deeper. It was just so big...but he wanted it inside him now, more than he'd wanted anything before. As that swollen head slammed into the back of his throat, he gagged and spluttered, drool dribbling down the pulsing green shaft. The smell of her musk filled him up, driving him to try again and again to thrust his lips down her cock. No matter how hard he **** that swollen head against the back of his throat, it just wouldn't fit any deeper. There were tears of frustration in his eyes. Why couldn't he do this? Why was he so useless?

Suddenly her hand was on his head, grabbing him by the hair. With a sharp tug that sent even more tingling pleasure through his shivering body, she pulled him back off her cock and held him there, her golden eyes fixed on his face. Marcus stared back into her scarred, green face, panting hard. At least she was looking at him now! And the hunger in that heated stare made him shudder with need. Maybe she'd choose him now! Instead of his stupid Mother. He wanted her to, so badly! His head was just full of thoughts of this massive thick, cock forcing it's way into his tender butt, filling up even more than the toy that made him feel so good already. The young prince gazed pleadingly up at her, lips trembling. Please...she had to choose him first!