Answer to a prayer...

While sad events are happening to you, in the courtyard of a secluded forest mansion, life goes on as usual: grooms feed the horses that stand in the stalls of a small stable; armed warriors in chain mail patrol the area around the mansion; forest trees rustle their leaves due to the blowing wind...

In addition, in one of the wings of the mansion, an unremarkable event takes place: some servant opens a window and hangs a fabric banner on a long pole from the window. This banner features the heraldic emblem of the Duchy of Forest Reach - a black raven on a green background. This act of the servant might seem a little strange... After all, similar banners are already flying over this mansion... It is unclear why the servant hung another banner from the outbuilding window... However, the servant does not encounter any obstacles and secures the flagpole. The banner begins to flutter in the wind. The servant leaves the room.

One of the commanders of the military patrols that guard the mansion notices a banner that is hung on a long pole from the window of one of the outbuildings of the mansion.

After this, this warrior gathers his subordinates and gives them several orders. The military patrol then moves away from the mansion in a westerly direction.

However, all these events were unknown to you...

You were currently in an extremely unpleasant situation.

The cruel **** of you continued...

"I will show you what it feels like to be a bitch to a real male... Orc boar." The gloating human growled down at him, your big dark eye's flew open wide, mouth gaping open as you squealed in pain.

"Please NO! I... I can't... Stop it." Your begging breathlessly now, knowing you can't stop him or even resist effectively. So you are reduced to pleading and begging for the weak little human's mercy, normally you could have popped his head off with your bare hands. You would have beaten him to a bloody pulp by now, if not for the magic enslaving you. Something the grinning noble man knew, and that was obviously making this all the more enjoyable for the sadistic bastard.

"Your begging will do nothing." The Duke growled darkly, as his strong hip's pounded that hard human cock in and out of your clenching anus. That tight hole feeling like ir was on fire, as it clenched and struggled trying subconsciously to resist the wealthy noble mans lusts. "You're no fighter... no Orc chief... You are just a sissy whore... who loves nothing more that to be fucked into submission by a real male." Caelan accused with a lewd snicker, his pleasure and amusement like thorns in your brain. "All you are good for is sucking the stronger males cocks, and letting them mount and fuck you like the sissy faggot you are." Duke Caelan grunted between clenched teeth, as his fat balls slapped loudly against your own much bigger green pouch. "And that's what I am going to show you!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Your protests turning to moans of pleasure as the Duke's hard organ spreads your anal gates wide. "Pp..please... yo...you can't... not a..." You half panted... half moaned pitifully, even as your own cock spurts watery equine pre all over the bed sheets below you. "Bitch..." Beady eye's rolled in your head as the pleasure/pain of being penetrated filled your body. The noble groaned at the tightness of your squeezing hole, starting to slam harder and faster into you. Your intensely embarrassed and humiliated at your own arousal, and mortified at the human's knowledge of his depravity.

"Your just a sissy faggot... go on say it whore, admit the truth that you love my big hard cock." Your hand claps over that wide mouth, trying to stifle the words and stop them from coming out. Agony in your head, that tattoo on your shoulder feeling like someone is holding a red hot branding iron to your flesh. You can almost smell the reek of burning flesh, something in your head snaps. Suddenly you are sobbing brokenly, as you felt the truth in humans teasing words. A shameful blush covering your blunt Orcish face, as you can not resist him any longer.

"I'm just a sissy Faggot! I love YOUR cock... Your Big... Hard... cock." You bellow out so loudly that the watching Knight half draws his sword, in fear that you where about to resist. And then hearing what you said smirks, as he shoves the blade back into its sheath. Laughing at you derisively, as the Duke just keeps slamming his hard fucker in and out of you lustfully.

"Hahaha damn right you are." Caelan goad as you just lay there whimpering and sobbing weakly, grabbing your hair he lifts your head to slap your cheek hard with one open hand. "Here I was hoping for a real Orc to break... All I got was a pansy little cock loving... girl." The nobleman chuckling mockingly, as he fucks you until he at last finishes off inside of you. Pulling his cock out he stands over you, looking down in disdain as you cry softly. "How disappointing... I guess I'll just have to hunt down a real Orc in the forest to break." Caelan snorted clearing his throat, he spits a thick glob of mucous into your face before turning away.

At that moment you hear a loud 'Boom' then shouting and screaming from outside of the room. Hurrying to the door the Duke Caelan yanked the room door open, his Knight guardian drawing his sword running out into the main room. Slowly climbing up onto your feet, wiping the humans spit off your blunt green face. You numbly staggering over to join Caelan, as he stares out watching open mouthed. The front doors of the lodge are shattered inward, and as you watch huge dark green bodies are pouring into the room. “Orc's... real Orc's!” The noble human chokes in shock and fear, as he watches his Knights struggling to hold back the invaders as more and more wild Orc's come charging in howling. “Gods! Oho gods... you have to save me.” The Duke Caelan squealed in fear, cowering back into the bedroom as you stare out at the battle. Watching Kynth's bouncers rush to help the Duke's Knights, as the little Gnome comes leading Bomar, Grundig, Lumki, Kylan, Symara, Dimetri. Clutching the necklace around his neck, Caelan looks you right in the eyes. “Fight them... kill those Orc's!” He orders you in a voice far to commanding to be denied, grabbing a spear off the wall you head towards the battle.

While you watched Kynth ordering the others towards the servants quarters in the back of the massive lodge. As you stalk towards the fighting, ready to give your life to keep the Duke safe. A jagged arrow head cuts across your shoulder, just narrowly missing your neck as there is a sudden flash of light and a 'Sizzle'.

You grunt in shock as your mind suddenly clears...