Marcus is scared and uncertain, but Shaharza reassures him

Marcus woke the next day feeling sore and uncertain, finding himself lying awkwardly across the body of the massive Orc who'd spent the night thoroughly breaking him in. Shaharza was still sleeping, her huge chest rising and falling beneath him. Staring up at her scarred, slumbering face, the young slaveboy shivered anxiously, hoping that slight movement didn't wake his new Master. The sheer pleasure of what she'd done to him with her thick, massive cock was still fresh in his mind, and even now he felt his own tiny dick stirring between his legs just at the smell of her heavy musk.

It frightened him now, how easily that had made him submit to her entirely. She was a monster, wasn't she? She'd destroyed his home, kidnapped him and his Mother...**** them both. Only he'd somehow forgotten all that just because of how good it had felt to have her thrusting her massive cock into his poor, tender butt and filling him up with his cum. Even now, he knew as soon as she woke and laid her big, strong hands on his slender body again, ordering him about in her gruff voice, it wouldn't be long before he was willingly serving her every crude desire, even kneeling between her legs to worship her heavy balls and thick shaft. And all this after just a couple days of being her prisoner!

Biting his lip, Marcus turned to glance at where his Mother had been sleeping. She was lying in the same position she'd been before, her legs raised up. Her face was drawn, her shallow breaths making her ample chest rise and fall. She clearly wasn't sleeping as well as he had been. Knowing how worried she clearly was made a cold pit of shame form in his belly. While his own Mother was worried and afraid, he'd been too busy cumming his brains out to even notice or care. No matter how amazing it had felt, he shouldn't have lost himself like that! By the end of the night, he'd been happy to be Shaharza's **** and toy, when he was supposed to be a prince! His anxious gaze flickered down to his bare thigh, where that horrible blue tattoo still stood out against his skin, marking him as the warchief's personal property. He felt sick at the sight of it, knowing how last night he'd become so in his own heart as well.

"Morning." A low voice rumbled suddenly above him. He froze as Shaharza's hand landed on his back, her callused fingers running roughly down his soft skin. Vague, half-formed plans in his mind of resisting her this time withered and died inside him. What...was the point anyway? She'd do what she wanted to him regardless.

"Good...morning, Master." The young slaveboy murmured, turning back towards the Orc's scarred face. She had a toothy, satisfied grin as she stared down at him, better, he supposed, than the cold, frightening contempt she'd shown toward him when they'd first been captured.

"Waking up to the pretty face isn't going to get old anytime soon." She purred, her golden eyes drifting over his blushing cheeks. "And of course, the rest of you isn't bad either." The young slaveboy winced as he felt her large hand slip down to cup his butt, giving one cheek a firm squeeze. He was...very tender down there, so much so he wasn't sure how he was even going to walk today. "Still sore, huh?" The warchief asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes Master." Marcus replied timidly. He was almost expecting her to sneer or mock him for his weakness, but instead she just nodded, her fingers loosening their grip until her palm was just settled rather gently over his butt.

"Got something that should help with that." Shaharza grunted. One hand still holding him against her, she reached over with the other past the pile of pillows and grabbed what looked like a small bowl of some thick white paste there. Settling it down on her muscled belly next to him, she dipped two of her fingers inside, covering them with the stuff. Marcus squirmed helplessly as she spread his butt open with one hand, the sharp pain in his hole making him gasp and whimper. "Keep still." She snapped, and he froze, the mere hint of her anger chilling him to the bone. Only she didn't stay mad, instead giving him a thin, almost reassuring smile. "This is from the Shaman, okay? Picked it up yesterday. It'll take away some of the pain and make it easier the next time."

Marcus lay as still as he could, rather shocked at what he'd just heard. A high-pitched yip escaped his lips as she slid one cream-covered finger around his sore hole, rubbing the stuff into tender, twitching muscle. The cream felt cool and soothing, easing away the worst of the pain just like she'd promised. It was all rather confusing to the anxious slaveboy. Not only was Shaharza trying to help him feel better, she'd actually prepared this cream yesterday, knowing he'd be in pain after she used him the way she wanted. Maybe she...really wasn't such a horrible monster after all?

Then she slid that same digit inside him, pressing it into his clenching butt. Marcus bit his lip, struggling not to moan or wriggle away as the sharp tenderness of his stretching hole mixed with hot, tingling pleasure. Slowly, as she spread the cream over his clenched insides, he felt the pain ebb away and the heat of arousal rise to replace it. His belly was fluttering madly now, and his soft dick twitching and throbbing away between his legs. He breathed in her heavy musk, savoring that smell now. It made him want to bury his face in her boobs and kiss her there again, but he held back, knowing he was supposed to wait for her to tell him what to do.

"There, not so bad." She grunted at last, sliding her finger free. The young slaveboy bit his lip in disappointment as he found his butt empty once again. It really almost felt like he was meant to have something up there now. His gaze flickered up to his Master's scarred green face, his cheeks hot and flushed. Well...she was being nice now, so maybe it really wasn't such a problem he was doing everything she wanted and being her needy toy. It could be worse, couldn't it? Like if he belonged to that scary Shaman instead or something. "Now, up you get, little calf." The massive Orc continued, giving his quivering butt a firm pat. "There's a couple things I need to get done out in the camp today, and you know what, I think I want you with me. Show you off a little and make my warriors all randy and jealous. First I'll get both you and your cow Mother fed and bathed, maybe dump one last load in that cunt of hers just to really make sure she's knocked up, then she can make herself useful cooking or something. You can stay with me though, watch your Master knock a few heads together then suck my cock a couple times once I'm done. Won't that be fun?" She grinned at him.

"Yes Master." Marcus nodded, actually really feeling like it would be now. Since he was stuck here anyway, seeing more of the camp and how these Orcs behaved might be interesting, right? Awkwardly wriggling off her large, muscled body, he eased himself down to one side and landed on shivering legs. His butt did still feel a bit tender, but that cream had worked wonders, and he was able to gingerly shuffle back as she rose from the cushions and stood over him like a tower of green muscle and flesh. Her soft cock flopped down between her huge, muscled thighs, heavy balls dangling behind it. The young slaveboy felt his mouth go dry, remembering just how good it had felt when she'd shoved that thick shaft down his throat, or made him kiss and suck her wrinkled sack. Maybe that was the part of what she'd promised to do today that he was really looking forward to after all.