His Mother, Queen Annabelle

The woman holding Marcus so tightly had the same blue eyes and silver hair as him, though hers cascaded down her back in well-trimmed ringlets. The young prince took almost entirely after his Mother in looks, though he'd somehow ended up quite a bit shorter than her. She'd had her children young and now in her late thirties she was still often described in admiring song as the most beautiful woman in all the kingdom.

"Mother!" Marcus sniffled wetly, clinging to the front of her gown. It was just a silky sleeping outfit, so she must have been caught in bed like him. But she was safe! He trembled with relief as her hands gripped him firmly by the waist, like she was never planning to let him go again. His Mother had always looked out for him, always protected and sheltered him. It had to be the same now, right? Even if she had a metal collar fastened round her pale neck like all the others.

"How dare you?" The Queen snarled, her voice high and outraged as she glared up at the hulking Orc like the creature wasn't twice her size. "Lay a hand on him again and I'll have you skinned like an animal, you vile bitch!" The warchief cocked her head, glancing between the two of them with a curious frown.

"Ah, the same color of hair." She grunted suddenly, like she hadn't even heard the threat. "You are kin. It is hard to tell with humans, you all look so similar anyway. I have never had breeders who are kin before." She smiled thinly, baring those vicious fangs. "Perhaps I shall breed you both side by side, that would be amusing, yes?"

"Breed me?" The Queen spluttered, flushing with fury. "Do you know who I am?"

"A cow with fat tits which will feed my many young." The Orc replied without missing a beat. "I suppose the small one is your child. That is good. The breeding goes easier if you have already whelped once. I should warn you though that Orc young are much, much larger." There were chuckles from a few of the other monsters standing nearby at that. For the first time in many years, Marcus saw his mother afraid. She went pale, her mouth hanging open in horror. The awful look on her face made him tremble in panic. If she was scared too...

"There...is no need for that." The Queen stammered, the fire fading from her voice. "We can pay...a lot of money, for me and him. A ransom, that's something you savages understand, isn't it?" The orc lent over, her massive hand reaching down towards them. Marcus froze against his stiff mother, hearing her gasping, panicked breaths in his ear.

"I don't want your money, pretty cow." The warchief grunted, and the Queen started shaking as one big, green finger traced down her pale cheek. "I want to stuff your wet cunt with my cock, fill it to the brim with seed and watch your belly swell with my young. Then I'll do the same with your daughter. Again and again until both of you learn to love it." Marcus trembled against his Mother, hearing these awful words but hardly understanding them. Her cock? The warchief was female...wasn't she?

"Daughter?" Marcus heard the Queen whisper. Then she spoke again, and suddenly her voice seemed far stronger, like she was addressing the warchief from her throne rather than sitting on the floor collared and chained with the prince in her arms. "He's a boy, Orc, my only son!" She snapped. "So you have no use for him, right? Take me, I'll...bear your children, as many as you wish for. Just let him go free."

"No, Mother!" Marcus stammered. She couldn't!

"Quiet, Marcus!" She ordered and his lips snapped shut. "You heard me, Orc. Let him go and you can do anything you wish to me. I won't fight. But if you even touch him I swear by all the Gods that one day you'll wake with a dagger I hold buried in your throat."