Doing a good job

The following minutes were entirely taken up by a lot of... sucking. There is really no other way to put it. In an attempt to regain some shred of control over my fate, I had started showing slightly more eagerness, and luckily, it had worked! The orc largely left me to my own devices as I bobbed up and down his thick, green pole, slobbering all over the massive length.

{if bicurious >= 85}

Having already surrendered to the sheer, forbidden thrill of his dominance, I decided to push my boundaries even further. I let my hands slide up from his heavy thighs, boldly tracing the rugged, corded muscles of his green chest. I tried to tell myself I was still just putting on a convincing act for survival, but the dizzying rush of genuine pleasure pooling in my gut completely betrayed my denial. I began experimenting with the pace, intentionally drawing him out to the very tip before taking the massive head back in with an audible, heavy swirl of my tongue. Even as I mentally insisted a prince could never truly enjoy such a vulgar display, my body eagerly craved more, actively chasing the deep, gravelly groans of approval vibrating from the beast above me.

{else}

Whatever thoughts I had left of preserving my royal dignity were completely discarded. I was simply doing my absolute best under the circumstances. It required tremendous presence of mind and strict emotional detachment to keep going, but as I focused entirely on the mechanics of the act, the chances of me dying by accidentally **** on his massive girth decreased greatly. All things considered, it was a positive trade-off for my safety, even if it meant swallowing my pride and pretending to be a compliant captive.

{endif}

That was not the case for Baelog, who was currently struggling for his life as the other orc face-fucked him thoroughly, completely ignoring the dwarf’s **** gasps for air. Watching the brutal display, the humor of the situation quickly drained away, replaced by a pang of genuine pity. I started feeling truly sorry for him. He wasn’t the best guy, but he really didn’t deserve that... was there a way I could help him?