Marcus tries to get his master in a good mood

Hovering outside the warchief's grand tent, Marcus felt his stomach flutter nervously, like a group of angry butterflies were fluttering around in there. Making his decision to ask Shaharza to treat the men she'd captured better had been so easy just moments ago, especially with Keera beside him who'd seemed to agree. Now the one-eyed orc had left him here and gone off to do whatever, and he found himself facing the prospect of actually telling his master what he thought, he found himself worrying about just how she'd react to such a request from her ****. In the weeks since she'd taken him into this new life, Shaharza had certainly grown **** and gentler with both him and his mother, and even if she never quite said it out loud Marcus knew she cared for him on some level. Now...what if he spoiled it all and made her angry?

Mustering his resolve, the young slaveboy reminded himself sternly of the men he'd seen, how miserable and broken they'd looked toiling under the cruel whips of their orc captives. Everything would be much better for them if he could just get Shaharza to change her mind! He'd seen many of the women here who'd once lived in his parents' castle embracing and even enjoying their role as sex slaves for the well-hung orc warriors, and he was sure with a bit of time it'd be the same for the men. Biting his lip, Marcus slipped open the canvas covering the door to the tent and stepped gingerly inside.

He was greeted by what was by now a familiar sight, but one that nevertheless made him pause and stare with wide, needy eyes. The hulking figure of his orc master, leaning over his mother's naked body, muscles flexing as she powerfully thrust into the squealing woman on all fours in front of her. Each firm drive of her huge hips was accompanied by a sloppy, wet squelch as her thick cock drove inside her breeder's gushing cunt, droplets of juices spattering across the tent of the floor. Marcus watched in rapt attention, his mouth going dry. Underneath his mother's chest, her large boobs swung back and forth in time with their master's hard fucking of her, dribbles of creamy milk escaping the stiff, swollen nipples.

What was also relatively new, was the swollen dome of her pregnant belly hanging below her. Just as Shaharza had promised what seemed like so long ago now, her seed had taken root inside the former queen's womb, cementing her new status as an orc breeding toy. The thought that he would soon have an Orc half-sibling still made Marcus a little dizzy, but for now he had to admit the sight of his mother marked out in such an obvious way as Shaharza's property sent a little naughty thrill through his naked body, making his tiny dick twitch eagerly.

"Hey there, little calf." The Orc grinned across the tent at him, not even slowing her relentless thrusting into the squealing naked body between her legs. "I'm sure your mother would like to greet you too, but she's a little distracted right now." The Queen's eyes were glazed, her lips hanging open and her tongue lolling free in an expression of abject pleasure the young slaveboy was initimately familiar with himself from his own blissful sessions being mounted on the warchief's massive shaft. Being fucked like that, it was hard to focus on anything more than the thick cock ploughing into his insides.

He blinked blearily, struggling to clear his head and remember what he was doing here. Faced with Shaharza's huge, imposing frame, it was quite tempting to just give up on his plan and settle back into his usual schedule of being fucked rather than risk her anger. Swallowing hard, Marcus firmly reminded himself of the sorry state the men of his family's castle were being kept in. He had to at least try and ask his master to make things better for them, but it couldn't hurt to make sure she was in a very good mood right now.

"Hello, Master." The young slaveboy smiled back. He stepped towards the rutting pair, keeping his hands by his sides to show off his naked body, his soft thighs slightly spread invitingly. Shaharza's yellow eyes flickered over his pale flesh, and no matter how many times he'd been naked in front of the fearsome warchief, Marcus still felt his cheeks prickle and flush with heat at her obvious appreciation. It felt good...knowing he could catch her lustful attention even with her cock buried inside his beautiful mother.

Moving closer, he dropped down to his knees, crawling over to his mother. Her glazed blue eyes found his, her moans growing even more **** and eager. Arching his back to give Shaharza a good view of his wiggling butt, the young slaveboy leaned his head in and kissed his mother right on the lips. Her mouth opened up for him, welcoming his tongue as he slipped it inside, the familiar taste of her sending warm shivers through his needy body. Meanwhile, his hands reached up to her chest, eager fingers finding the soft flesh of her huge boobs. Gently squeezing in, he was rewarded with a muffled squeal of delight from his trembling mother as his grip sunk so easily into the supple smoothness of her tits.

By now, he didn't feel a flicker of shame at the idea touching her this way, no matter that the old him would have been very embarassed to even think of seeing his mother naked! Shaharza enjoyed watching them together, and that was enough to make it alright as far as he was concerned. After all, pleasing her was the most important thing in his life now.

Even as he kept kissing her, his wide eyes flickered over his mother's naked body to the warchief looming over the two of them. Her yellow eyes were fixed on the two of them, her lips curled into a lustful leer. The rippling muscles of her abs and thighs flexed and moved beneath her dark green skin as she continued pounding into his mother, her thrusts slow and more controlled as she clearly appreciated the show he was giving her. Just as he'd planned, and it didn't hurt either that he very much enjoyed the idea of pleasing her so much.

Grinning to himself, Marcus broke the kiss, his tongue flickering over his pink lips and enjoying the lingering taste of his mother left there. She stared across at him needily between breathless squeals of pleasure, silently begging for more, but no matter how much he longed to kiss her again, the young slaveboy knew he had to stay focused on his task. Drawing back, he crawled around his whimpering mother, the wet, squelching noises of her pussy being stuffed filling his ears as he moved down towards her rear and their Master's hulking form.

The orc's eyes followed every move of the young slaveboy's naked body. He made sure to wiggle his hips and butt as he crawled up to her muscled legs, giving her as good a show as he could manage. Down here, he could see exactly where her thick cock was sunk into his mother's body, the way the soft pink lips of her pussy were stretched tight around that massive, veiny shaft. The thick smell of the orc's musk, mixed with the scent of his mother's drooling pussy dripping down her trembling thighs, made Marcus swoon, his eyes fluttering and his tiny dick throbbing hot. No...he couldn't get distracted just yet!

"What are you up to down there?" Shaharza asked, the edge of impatience in her low growl making him jump.

"Just wanted to make sure you feel really good..." The young slaveboy replied quickly, giving her an eager smile as he glanced up from beside her muscled thigh. Then, leaning in, he pressed his face in against her heavy balls where they dangled down between his mother's legs. Feeling one of the huge, hot orbs resting against his chin, he kissed and licked at the green skin of her sack, coaxing more low growls of pleasure out of the orc. "You like this, don't you, Master?" He moaned, between hot gasps for air that were full of her musky scent. "When I worship your balls?"

"Mmm, course I do." The warchief growled, her voice rumbling with lust and appreciation. "You're being very eager today, little calf." Marcus flushed, hoping she wasn't suspecting what he was doing. He could only detect hungry desire in her simmering golden eyes, so he continued, leaning his head back down towards her heavy, swinging balls, letting his lips and tongue trace long, worshipful caresses along her sack. She continued to slowly rut into his mother all the while, clearly content to draw out the experience and enjoy the service of her two eager toys, while Marcus leaned in and out to follow her swinging balls with every firm push of her hips.

His mother's hoarse gasps and moans grew more ****, her pale thighs jiggling as her body quivered like a taut bowstring. Shaharza snarled with pleasure, driving her thick cock deep into the former queen's welcoming insides, setting her plump ass quivering as the orc's muscular thighs smacked against all that soft flesh. A shrill, trembling cry that made Marcus grin to himself announced his mother's climax. This close to the action, he could actually see her pussy clenching and quivering around the green shaft stuffing it so very full, and the flood of glistening juices squirting from her slit to soak the orc's balls and his own blushing face.

"That's it, slut!" The orc growled, drawing back to slam herself into the former queen's clenching insides again, spattering wet juices across the tent as she stuffed her breeder with so much cock. "Take it...take it deep!" His face pressed against her dangling balls, Marcus felt those heavy orbs twitch and tighten against his worshipful lips. Then, moments later, her cock pulsed and throbbed, filling his mother with another thick load of fertile orc cum. The young slaveboy let out a muffled squeal of delight, bending to his task with even more eagerness to coax out as much of the orc's cum as he could manage.

Shaharza groaned, the rippling muscles of her towering body clenching taut as her climax rolled over her, balls tightening as the last few drops of her cum were milked out of her shaft by the former queen's quivering slit. Sensitive to his master's desires by now, Marcus knew she'd just had a very satisfying orgasm inside his mother, just like he'd wanted. Still gently licking at her twitching sack, he let the heady haze of satisfaction wash over him so much better than the that his own feeble climax could ever have been despite the needy ache in his throbbing butt and pathetic little dick. Well...he could still hope his Master decided to be generous and fuck him like that too!

Shaharza drew back, her still-hard cock popping free of her breeder's dripping pussy, a fountain of thick white cum drooling from that ravaged hole to soak the former queen's thighs with even more of the musky seed. Marcus watched with a flicker of jealousy as his mother's trembling limbs gave way, and she collapsed with a hoarse moan into the floor of the tent, her bare legs quivering slightly. It was obvious she wouldn't be moving any time soon. Biting his lip, the young slaveboy turned back to his master. It was getting very hard to think right now, but he firmly reminded himself why he was doing this.

"Fuck...that was good..." The warchief purred, laying back onto her pile of cushions like a lounging lioness. Her massive thighs fell apart, and her thick cock beckoned between them, the veiny shaft glistening with a heady mixture of her cum and her breeder's juices. Marcus leaned forward before he could even think, his eager tongue already flickering free to lick her massive erection clean. She smirked with satisfaction as his willing service, watching with simmering yellow eyes as his head bobbed up and down her twitching shaft, lapping up the musky taste of his mother's arousal. At last, he was done, and settled back down onto his knees, glancing shyly up at the orc he'd so willingly debased himself for. Flashing a toothy grin back, she reached over to him, and the young slaveboy sighed happily as her hand settled on his head, patting and rubbing at his scalp like the well-behaved pet he was. "Good boy." She murmured, her thick, green fingers rubbing through his silver hair. "Always reminding me why you're my favourite. And to think I only took you along at first because I thought you were a girl. Could have missed out on all this for such a stupid reason. Fuck...what an idiot I was."

Marcus stiffened slightly under her hand, sending an opportunity here. Could she already be reconsidering what to do with the men she'd captured? If so, he couldn't miss this chance. Swallowing nervously, he straightened under her fingers, raising his head to stare up into her scarred green face. She paused, her lip curling slightly. The young slaveboy felt a flicker of fear at her cool look. This was going so well for him, did he really want to risk it all now? He clenched his hands by his sides, shoving that thought away. No...he had to brave now, for all those poor men suffering outside! He didn't have a choice!

"Um...Master?" He stammered, giving her a pleading look up from between her legs. "There's...something I wanted to ask you..."