To his Father's throne room, where a surprise awaits

Marcus bounced on the Orc's massive shoulder with every heavy step the creature took. He was frozen, his little legs dangling limply over her chest, too afraid to even kick or struggle. Her one hand held him there, settled firmly on his waist. It was so big she could almost close her fingers round the little prince.

As the huge creature carried him down the corridor outside his bedroom, Marcus heard even more screams and shouts from the castle. He caught a flash of green skin and bulging muscle through an open door they passed, and his heart went cold as he finally realized the Orc carrying him was not the only one ransacking his home. How many of these monsters were there? And where this huge woman taking him anyway?

Marcus got his answer moments later, as the Orc barged her way through a large set of double doors into the throne room from which his Father ruled the Kingdom. The young prince craned his neck and what he saw scattered over the floor of the massive hall made him gasp in shock. Men and women were kneeling in huddled groups, pale and sobbing. He knew most of them from the castle, maids and guards, nobles and knights. Now every single one of them had a metal collar fastened round their throat. Short black chains joined those in each group together, forcing them to huddle close.

The hulking figures of Orcs moved among the weeping people, standing guard with spears and swords. All of them were huge, muscular and female with large boobs and tree-trunk thighs, but the one carrying Marcus was the biggest by far, in every sense of the word. The young prince choked on a hoarse little whimper when another of the monsters glanced at him and smiled hungrily.

"Another breeder, warchief?" She asked, with the same thick accent as his captor. The Orc carrying him paused and turned her head.

"Yes, Nuri." She replied, rough voice rumbling with satisfaction. "I found her hiding in the rooms upstairs. Pretty, is she not?"

"Looks rather skinny, warchief." The second orc grunted, lips curling to reveal a chipped fang. "How will she feed your young with no tits?" The one called warchief seemed not to like this remark, because she grew a little tenser under the young prince on her shoulder.

"The other one will do it, after I breed them both." She shrugged, bouncing the squealing Marcus up and down as her massive muscles rippled. "She has udders big enough for many young to share." Then she stepped away, carrying him towards the throne at the far end of the hall.

The young prince was still struggling to understand what these monsters were going on about when she suddenly paused and lent forward. He slid off her shoulder with a frantic squeal, only to be caught before he hit the ground by one of her massive hands. Her palm lay under his belly, supporting his weight without a hint of strain. He was gently lowered to the floor and laid down flat on the cold stone. For a moment he just froze, twitching like a leaf as the massive Orc loomed above him.

"Marcus!" A shrill and very familiar voice shrieked next to his ear and suddenly the young prince found himself wrapped up in two warm arms and dragged into a soft and pillowy female chest. "Get away from him, you beast!"