It amuses her, at first

As the Queen's vicious threat died away, the warchief just stood there, looming over the pair of them like a mountain. Suddenly her lips curled and she started laughing, low and rough. Marcus felt his Mother tremble against him as that booming sound echoed over the throne room.

"You'll kill me, will you?" The Orc chuckled, staring down at the Queen with those yellow eyes. "A soft pampered cow like you? Well, you have spirit at least." She laughed again and Marcus shuddered at the awful sound. "That's good. Strong breeders bear fine young. And now you say that pretty thing is a male?" Her disbelieving gaze moved to the young prince who trembled and buried his face in his Mother's warm chest. "Show me. Take off his clothes."

"You beast!" The Queen spat. "You wouldn't dare!" The Orc didn't reply, just tapped her massive foot impatiently on the ground. She had all the power here, and it was clear she knew it.

"Mother, don't!" Marcus gasped as he suddenly felt her hands on the hem of his shift. He didn't want her to be taken away by this monster, even if it meant he was saved. Couldn't they stay together instead?

"Hush." The Queen whispered, sounding on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry. I don't want to leave you like this but it's the only way." She lifted his shift, pulling it so gently off his slender body. There were a few gasps and murmurs from the Orcs standing around as the young prince was stripped bare, but he hardly even heard them. Instead, he just stared up at his Mother's face through a mist of tears. He didn't want this...

"A male." The warchief scoffed above them. "He doesn't look much like it. Turn him over, show me properly." Marcus shivered as he felt his Mother's hands on his bare waist, gently turning him over so that he lay with his back against her instead. That meant he was facing the looming figure of the warchief, and he felt his heart in his throat as he gazed at the monster's massive legs. The Orc wore only a kind of loose fur loincloth, then plates of steel armor over her knees. Her skin bulged with impossible muscle, even her calves had to be almost as big as his waist.

"Don't look at her, Marcus." The Queen murmured in her son's ear. "Just listen to my voice. I'm going to keep you safe." The young prince wished he could obey his Mother, but all he could do was stare in horror at the looming figure of this monster who wanted to kidnap them both.

"I guess he really is male, if not much of one." The warchief smirked, her mocking gaze flickering between Marcus' legs. "How is he supposed to breed any females with that tiny thing?"

"Silence, Orc." The Queen spat, her voice vicious. "I've done as you asked. Now let him go."

"Yes, I suppose he does look rather weak and frail." The Orc sneered, her yellow eyes drifting down Marcus' naked body. Her voice was cold and dismissive, but there was something very hungry in that lingering stare that made the young prince's stomach twist. "We usually put his kind to work in the mines or smithies, but he won't last long there. I can't see that much use for him otherwise." Marcus felt a flicker of hope, all mixed up with guilt and anguish. The thought of being carried away by this monster filled him with sickening terror, but she was going to take his Mother anyway!

"Then let him go." The Queen pleaded. The sound of his Mother begging, the sheer desperation in her voice, felt like a knife in Marcus' heart. She was protecting him again, the way she always had. Only this time she was sacrificing herself to do it. It made him sob and tremble, fresh tears dripping down his cheeks. "Please, he's my son, my only son!"

"I don't think so." The Orc grunted, with a cruel smile. "You say you'll kill me, cow. Every time you try I'll just fuck you even harder and we'll see how long it takes before you can't live without my cock. You'll have my young, as many as I can fuck into you, and after the first strong Orc child you bear you won't even give a shit about your weak little whelp anymore. And you want to know the best part?" That smile widened, turning to a horrible sneer. "He's so pretty, I'm going to be fucking him too!"

"No!" The Queen shrieked. Tears flooded down her face as she clung to Marcus, her hoarse sobs utterly helpless and broken. The young prince lay there shivering, the sound of his Mother's crying and the Orc's awful words ringing in his ears.