You run after Oolok. Probably his offer is the only chance to escape for you.

You are exerting the last remnants of your will.

If you delay now, the consequences could be... very sad for the safety of your life.

You quickly run after the half-orc, who was able to show you the disastrousness of your current situation. Thanks to the fact that Oolok did not give up his suspicion and his thieving habits, he was able to find out information that completely opened your eyes to the true state of affairs. Your elven relatives have cunningly deceived you. They clearly wanted to use you in some strange, sinister way. And, most likely, if their plans came true, it would be fatal for you. The sad fact is that behind the veil of luxury, aristocracy and benevolence hid insidious prudence. Behind beautiful smiles and kind phrases there was hidden cruelty.

It is especially bitter for you to realize that your charming cousin Olienna hypocritically deceived you. She manipulated you like a submissive puppet. She tried to instill in you thoughts about the need to stop communicating with your friends. It provoked an increase in conceit and pride in your soul. She did everything that you are left alone. Alone, facing the threat of remaining a helpless prisoner in the dungeon of this castle...

And the most unpleasant thing: her manipulations were a success. Conceit and arrogance were already elements of your character. You passionately wanted to dominate the crowd of commoners. You dreamed of a life of luxury. It’s just that all these character traits were suppressed due to unfavorable living conditions. However, as soon as you began to live in luxury and wealth, you immediately began to think of yourself as a person of the highest rank. You imagine yourself to be a chosen aristocrat whose destiny is to rule over the dirty plebs.

The cruel reality shattered your fantasies.

You run after the silhouette of a retreating half-orc.

There is darkness, dirt and stench all around.

The torch light recedes.

But you try to run faster.

Finally, you catch up with Oolok.

As you run, you bump into his broad, muscular back.

You lose your balance and fall to your knees straight into the dirt...

Your plaintive weak voice exudes a plea for salvation: “Oolok... Please... Wait for me! Please... I want to go with you! I want to be saved..."

The half-orc turns to you.

There is a satisfied smile on his face.

His deep voice is permeated with an awareness of his own superiority: “What a surprise! Do you “want to be saved”? That's good... But what benefit does it give me to help you, you arrogant asshole? Or do you want to offer me something in return?”

He takes a step towards you.

You continue to kneel.

Now his groin is level with your face.

Oolok's harsh words are humiliating to your mind: "You know what you have to do, half-elven bitch!"

The fabric of the half-orc's pants is stretched in the groin area...

A distinct silhouette of a big dick that strains the fabric of his pants..

You swallow the lump in your throat.

Your trembling fingers touch the fabric of Oolok’s pants, pulling the fabric down.

A big greenish dick is swinging right in front of your face. A drop of pre-cum is clearly visible on the head of the penis.

The abundance of hair in the groin area and on the legs of a half-orc gives rise to the idea in your head that he looks like a hairy animal.

And now this animal with a big hard greenish dick will humiliate you.

And you must obediently obey him. After all, you want to be saved. It is unlikely that salvation is possible alone...

Huge, hairy eggs swing in front of your nose, exuding the stench of an unwashed body (however, against the backdrop of the general stench of the sewer around you, this “aroma” is not so strong).

You sigh sadly.

Leaning your left hand on the half-orc's leg, you took his big, erect, meaty dick with the fingers of your right hand. Then you brought your face closer to this large and strong male's genitals. Your nose felt the tart musky aroma of male mixed with the stench.

Gathering your strength, you opened your mouth wide. Your lips closed on the shaft of a thick, hard cock. You took the half-orc cock into your mouth. The head of this dick slides over your tender tongue. You diligently lick the head of the dick and push it further into your mouth and into your throat. The taste of unwashed male flesh in your mouth.

This is all very humiliating...

But, besides this, there is something else in your body - a growing perverted voluptuous arousal...

You continue to diligently suck the dick, caressing the flesh of the male with your tongue.

Oolok lets out muffled moans of pleasure.

You wrap your lips more and more tightly around the shaft of an excited hard dick. Streams of saliva flow from your mouth.

Half-orc voice: “Yeah... Keep going... Suck my dick... You're a bitch, Jerome... You'll always be my bitch!”

You are **** to continue.

Obscene sounds of squelching and slurping echo throughout the space of this underground sewer room...

The mocking words of a half-orc...

The feeling of hot male flesh in your mouth...

The head of the greenish dick penetrates deeper and deeper into your throat...

It's embarrassing to admit... but your tiny penis begins to move from vicious and perverted excitement...

You slowly move your head up and down, trying to get Oolok’s dick deeper and deeper into your mouth. Soon your nose begins to touch the hair in the groin area of ​​the half-orc's body with every movement.

Your plump lips come into closer and closer contact with the fleshy flesh of the dick shaft. You diligently stimulate the head of the dick with your tongue.

Gradually you increase the pace...

Soon, your movements acquire simply breakneck speed!

You suck the big greenish dick like your life depends on it.

Deepthroat blowjob performed by a handsome young half-elf who kneels in the dirt among the stinking space of the underground sewer.

It sounds like a twisted, wicked fantasy.

But the fact remains – you continue to suck the half-orc’s penis in the most humiliating position, trying to give this man maximum pleasure.

Drooling becomes more and more abundant in your mouth.

Your little weewee has become excited and is oozing a clear liquid, staining the fabric of your dark greenish silk pants.

With every movement, the head of the dick plunges as deep as possible into your throat.

You are trying to suck this huge dick as fast as possible and at the same time stimulate the head and shaft of this half-orc dick with your tongue and lips.

At the same time, you begin to massage Oolok’s large balls with the fingers of your left hand.

Covered with your own saliva, the heated flesh of the big half-orc dick continues to plunge into your throat with every movement.

Your throat and your mouth are now simply being used as a fucking hole by the half-orc.

And with shame, you are **** to realize that increasingly powerful impulses of sexual pleasure are passing through your own body...

Oolok began to move his hips in sync with the movements of your head.

In fact, he just started pounding your throat with his dick...

There was so much drool in your mouth that every time the big dick plunged into your throat, a loud, obscene squelch could be heard around you...

This went on for about another minute...

Suddenly you felt the flesh of the half-orc dick tense...

Oolok began to breathe heavily, he was clearly close to cum.

You started massaging his balls more actively.

Soon you felt a stream of hot cum spray into your throat. You abruptly took the greenish member out of your mouth. But while you raised your head, another stream of sperm splashed right into your face. Drops of thick cum hit your right eye. With your left hand (which you used to massage the half-orc's balls earlier) you tried to wipe away the sperm. But it looks like you only ended up smearing cum all over your face.

A second later, another stream of sperm sprayed in your direction...

The result is a cum-stained fabric of your light brocade tunic of a light greenish hue.

There was really a lot of sperm...

You had to swallow the part of the cum that was in your mouth.

You were about to get up from your knees, but...

Oolok mockingly says: “You gave a good deep-throat blowjob, bitch! I want to thank you! Ha! Ha!"

The half-orc takes a step back, a powerful stream of liquid emanates from the head of his dick...

However, now it is not sperm at all.

The liquid comes into contact with your face, with your clothes.

The liquid makes your hair wet.

It…

It's urine!

Right now the half-orc is just peeing on you!

The **** humiliation makes you want to cry. Tears flow from your large, beautiful greenish eyes, mixing with the drops of urine that coat your skin.

Finally, Oolok stops writing.

You are on your knees. You are humiliated. You got fucked in the mouth by a big dick. You are covered in cum and piss. You are a dirty and smelly cocksleeve.

You hear Oolok’s commanding voice: “Get up, bitch! We need to get out of here quickly!”

You rise from your knees on trembling legs. The half-orc walks purposefully forward along a long underground sewer channel.

You are **** to follow him obediently.