Gretta tries her newly learned magick on someone

Gretta walks around the village for a little while. There's a lot of huts because the tribe is big. She's proud of her tribe. But finding someone to hypnotise proves difficult. Most of the orks tell her to piss off, and the ones who don't ask if they can fuck her. She tells them later, right now she's busy. They grunt, dismissing her. She huffs, but carries on undaunted. In a stroke of good luck, she bumps into Zulga, the chief's mate. The ork has to bend over to talk to her properly.

"Aw, it Grutta, most cutie gobbo in tribe!" She pats her on the head, ruffling her hair. "What can big chief mate do fer yous?"

Gretta puffs up her cheeks and pouts, but quickly forgets about it. "Me learned new magick today! Me's wondering if yous wanna' try it?"

She considers it. "Hmm, oki. But if it's like tha' puss fish smell magick, me gonna' conk ya' real hard on noggin'." Zulga led her to her hut where they could cast magick in peace. They both sat across from each other on a rug, cross legged. Gretta had to find a box to sit on so they were eye level.

"Oki, all yous haffta' do is look into eyes an' say what me say, kay?"

"Kay."

Zulga looks her dead in the eye. It's a little intimidating to have to look at an ork staring like that. Gretta hesitates for a second, but gets on with it.

"Me is gettin' sleepy."

"Me is gettin' sleepy," she repeated.

"Me wanna' do what Gretta wanna' me to do."

"Me wanna' do what Grutta wanna' me to do."

Zulga didn't appear sleepy, but for some reason Gretta did. She went bug eyed like before and drooled.

"Me is under magick."

"Me is under magick?" Zulga scratches her chin, but doesn't break eye contact. Moments pass as Gretta sits there, awaiting further suggestions from the oblivious ork. She waves her hand in front of the goblin's face. "Grutta? Hello?"

"Hello."

"Yous okay?"

"Me is okay."

"Oh. When does magick start?"

"Me is under magick."

"Oh, yous are?"

"Yes."

The ork blinks, confused at the situation.

"So what magick do?"

"Hypotises people."

"Hypo... tise? Yous is hypotised?"

"Yes."

Zulga laughs while slapping her knee. "Har-har! Gobbo is so silly! Who needs magick tha' hypotises self?" Her face turns from one of amusement to one of grinning, like a predator with hopeless prey. The goblin is entirely in her command. "So yous do anythin' me say?"

"Yes."

"Hm... me has an idea.

Zulga's mate Mork enters the hut. He takes a couple steps before realising that she's looking at him. She's sitting next to the throne with a straight face, her lips pursed tightly. He raises an eyebrow.

"Puddin', why you have such funny face?"

"Me? Funny face? Naw."

"No, really, wha' so funny? Do me got meat stuck on tusk again?"

"Naw, me just wanna' show you new throne. Now we can sit together!" She parts her legs, revealing the goblin she was sitting on butt and pussy first. Gretta's dress droops limply off her head, covering her face. She stiffles a yelp as Zulga rubs her finger up the slit.

"Cor', innit tha' the yunger cum witch sis'? Hows you make her not squeal an' complain like tha'?"

"She hypotised."

The ork stares blankly. He apparently does not know the word.

"Yous know hows you the big chief ork, an' everyone do what yous say cuz' yous big an' muscly an' sexy?"

"Hur hur..." He blushes.

"Well hypotise mean same thin', but yous tell thems what do with noggin'.

"Ooh, me thinks me gets it."

Zulga grinds her butt against the goblin's back. The front of her fur loincloth is matted together with a damp spot of wetness. "So, yous wanna do anythin' to gobbo?"

He puts his hand on her shoulder. "Naw, yous the only mate fer me."

"Hur, yous so sweet muffin', but is okay. Just think of Grutta 'ere as, uh... toy! Ye'! Toy we both fuck silly. Like fleshlight squirrel, but biggerer."

She bites her lip. She always knows when he has a stiffy, no matter how much he tries to hide it sometimes, and right now was no exception. She lets down her loincloth with her thumbs, letting them sit around her ankles. Her pussy is nice. The lips curl outwards a little, like a cowry shell. There's a muff, and though a little egregious and wild, it is just the way Mork likes it. The goblin's pussy just under is more pursed and virgin, though the whole tribe knows that she isn't. Zulga spreads Gretta's snatch apart, showing off her vibrant pink inside. She's tight. Gretta's hips tense, and her displayed insides clench and unclench, but she still sits there on her hands and knees, letting the orks do what they want to her. After all, in her mind she wants them to do these things to her. She can't see anything with her dress over her face, but she can smell what's going on, and boy can she smell everyone's strong lust.

"Yous really oki with this sweets?"

"Psh, me wanna' see my big, strong ork fuck other puss too, cuz' yous big an' strong an' deserves to cuz' yous can. Me always be yer' numbah one tho', don't ya' fat head forget tha'! But fer' now," she lets a glob of her spit slowly swing down from her lips, sticking itself with a long silvery trail dead centre between the labia, "fuck her silly."