A visiting Orc Chieftain...

Events on the restless southern steppe border of the kingdom required not only the organization of armed detachments to counter the raids of the nomadic tribes of steppe orcs - the king also sometimes had to use diplomatic methods to stabilize the situation.

There are many tribes of steppe orcs-nomads...

Therefore, the policy of bribing one tribe and setting its warriors against another tribe can give quite effective results.

"Let the orcs kill each other - and in the meantime, our southern border will be calmer..." this is approximately how King Eadric reasoned.

As part of this policy, diplomatic negotiations with a delegation of one of the nomadic tribes of the steppe orcs took place one autumn day.

"Moundroamers" are a small tribe of steppe orc raiders that could be used for the interests of the kingdom...

At least, King Eadric planned something like that...

And Queen Isolde took part in this "diplomatic" event...

In the heart of King Eadric's opulent court, the regal Queen Isolde stood tall amongst her subjects. Her beauty was unparalleled... long, raven hair cascading down her back like silk, piercing dark brown eyes that held the power of life and ****, and breasts so full and luscious they threatened to spill out of her fitted gown at any moment. She was a vision of perfection, every curve sculpted by nature itself.

The Orc Chieftain, Gruk, towered over the humans around him. His skin was smooth and dark green over sleek muscle, his tusks sharp and menacing, yet there was something undeniably commanding about him. He wore little but leather straps that crisscrossed his muscular frame, showcasing his powerful physique. His cock, large and imposing, throbbed beneath the fabric, eager for release.

It was plain the Orc Chieftain was himself a half Orc, born of a **** many years before he rose to Chieftain by clever strategy rather than brute strength. He spoke well and wisely, impressing both the King and the Queen. And Gruk couldn't help noticing the look of sexual attraction in the human females eyes.

As negotiations drew to a close, Queen Isolde found herself drawn to Gruk. As the big Orc carefully got her alone, in a pretense of influencing King Eadric through her. There was something primal and wild about him that stirred lust within her, awakening desires she hadn't known existed. With a flick of her wrist, she dismissed her advisors, leaving only Gruk and herself alone in the chamber.

"I know what you want…" Gruk grunted in his low gravelly voice, as the looked at one another over the table. "Females always crave the strongest mate… I will give you offspring to be proud of." He offered with a smirk, standing up to remove his armored kilt revealing his massive throbbing organ to her.

Her gaze locked onto his, a silent invitation passing between them. "Breed me you beast!" Without another word, Queen Isolde moved towards Gruk, reaching up to run her fingers through his coarse hair. She could feel the heat radiating from his scalp, sending shivers down her spine.

Gruk growled low in his throat, his eyes darkening with lust. He grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against his body. Their hips ground together, igniting a fire neither could deny. As he reached down to cup her ass, she moaned softly into his ear, her breath hot and heavy against his skin.

With a swift movement, Gruk lifted Queen Isolde effortlessly, carrying her over to a nearby table. He set her down gently, spreading her legs wide apart. For a brief moment, he stared at her pussy, glistening with desire. Then, without warning, he thrust himself inside her, filling her completely.

Queen Isolde cried out in pleasure, her nails digging into Gruk's shoulders as he pounded into her relentlessly. Each thrust sent shock waves of ecstasy coursing through her veins, making her tremble with need. She could hear the slap of flesh meeting flesh, the wet sounds of their bodies colliding, and the guttural grunts escaping both their lips.

As their passion reached new heights, Queen Isolde wrapped her legs around Gruk's waist, pulling him deeper into her quivering sex. Her clit swelled under his touch, sending her spiraling towards orgasm. As the big half Orc Chief ravished her pale body powerfully, humping and thrusting like a wild animal in need.

Finally, after what felt like hours of pure bliss, Queen Isolde climaxed hard, her walls tightening around Gruk's pulsing member. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, causing her to scream out in sheer delight. In turn, Gruk roared as he released deep inside her, filling her with his potent seed.

Afterwards, they lay entangled on the table, panting heavily, sweat glistening on their flushed skin. Queen Isolde traced lazy circles on Gruk's chest, her mind still reeling from the intensity of their encounter. Despite the pain and bruises on her pale flesh, she knew she would welcome his advances again and again.

And so it began, a twisted tale of conquest, fueled by lust and ambition. A union between two vastly different beings, united by nothing more than raw desire. As the Orc Chief conquered the kingdom not with a sword, but with his mighty cock and the seed from his testicles!