Comply

Well... look, taking a mouthful of orc cock is on absolutely nobody’s wishlist. But if cooperating ensured safer treatment, then... I had to look out for myself, right? It was pure diplomacy.

I took the initiative, reaching up to wrap my fingers around the massive shaft sitting just a foot away from my face. The orc was visibly surprised; I could tell by the sudden widening of his eyes. He probably did not expect such an eager, cooperative captive, but he was certainly pleased. Under my grip, his cock quickly swelled and hardened, its sheer size causing a wave of genuine worry to wash over me. It was immense - nearly a foot long and vastly thicker than I could have ever imagined - but I had to make the most of my current predicament.

My effort was clearly not enough to satisfy him. Less than a minute later, his heavy, green head found its way to my lips. I appreciated the fact that he didn’t just **** it in, giving me a few seconds to adjust, but his heavy balls were resting firmly on my forehead soon after as he thoroughly tested my gag reflex.

Never in a million years would I have guessed that my royal face would be subjected to such treatment - by an orc, no less! It was incredibly difficult to suppress my pride, my ego, and my courtly upbringing, but what else could I do? I tried to relax and... well, “enjoy it” is entirely the wrong phrase, but I attempted to take it with a little more dignity. It required tremendous presence of mind, but little by little, I actually managed to look on the bright side.

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In fact, as the thick, musky length slid deeper down my throat, the sheer, forbidden thrill of it began to override my panic. My straight facade was completely crumbling under the brute **** of his dominance. Unable to help myself, I actively wrapped my hands around his thick green thighs, pulling his hips closer to **** him even deeper inside me. I eagerly used my tongue to swirl around his heavy girth, matching his rhythm with an uncharacteristic hunger that had my own member erect and threatening to burst!

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Suddenly, I heard Baelog’s muffled gagging nearby which somehow added a flair of irony to the situation. It was impossible not to see it; that stubborn dwarf was always acting like the unbreakable, untouchable alpha of our group. Now, seeing him completely pinned and **** to service an orc was a spectacular reality check. How the tables had turned. {if game:Bicurious < 85} It certainly would have been a lot funnier if I weren’t currently in the exact same humiliating position myself, but under the circumstances, a prince takes whatever minor victories he can get. {endif}