A mother's brave sacrifice

"I'll do it, you vile bitch." The Queen spat viciously. "To save him." Marcus felt a cold shiver pass down his spine. He didn't want this. His Mother was sacrificing herself for him, again! But he was so scared all he could do was stand here trembling.

"Just like I thought, you've got spirit, cow." The warchief chuckled, slapping her knee. "Shame none of it seems to have passed down to your calf. He's still cowering like a baby mouse." The young prince sniffled, tears in his eyes. The worst part was he knew this monster was right. He was a boy, he should be the one fighting to protect his Mother. Not the other way around. It was so pathetic!

"A mother should protect her child." The Queen raised her head, gazing at the Orc with cold contempt. "No matter what it takes."

"Well then, time to protect him." The warchief smirked. She spread her legs even wider and once again Marcus found himself staring at her massive cock. It was still soft, how could it be so big when it wasn't even hard yet? "I can't breed you until after the branding ceremony, that's tradition and all. So no pussy this time, but I still count two holes you can use if you're up for it. And since this is a favor, I'm expecting you to do all the work. Fuck it up and your son gets to play instead."

The Queen swallowed, glancing down between the Orc's legs again. Then her gaze flickered back to Marcus and she took in a deep breath, mustering her courage.

"Turn away, Marcus." She breathed, so calm and strong. Marcus stared back at her through a mist of tears, horrified that he'd **** her into this. If he was just a little braver, he'd be the one pleasing the Orc to spare her. "You don't need to watch this."

"Yes he does." The Orc grunted sourly, a hint of her anger sending shivers down the young prince's spine. "Who knows, whelp might learn something for when it's his turn. I want his eyes on you the whole time. Keep chattering to each other though, and I'm going to get bored very quickly." The Queen's head snapped round and she gave the warchief a vicious look, but made no other argument. Instead, she stepped forward and lowered herself carefully to kneel between the Orc's muscled legs. Marcus watched in shock as his Mother reached down and pulled off her gown, tossing it away to one side. "A good start." The warchief purred, her hungry gaze drifting down the Queen's naked body.

The young prince was staring too, his mouth hanging open. People always called his Mother the most beautiful woman in the kingdom and suddenly now he understood why. Her skin was pale and smooth as cream, her back a gentle curve down to her wide hips. Her thighs and butt were round and perfect, soft feminine curves that made him gasp in longing. Even kneeling in front of this terrifying monster, she had her head up and a quiet strength he could only dream of burning in her dark blue eyes.

Then there there was the Orc sitting above her, green and massive, body bulging with harsh muscle. Both female, or mostly anyway, but the difference between them could not be more stark. The thought of his beautiful, gentle Mother being **** to serve this vicious beast made his stomach turn, but he just couldn't look away, no matter how much he wanted to.

Marcus watched, trembling with a mixture of terror and a strange, unwanted anticipation, as the Queen reached out took the warchief's soft cock by the base. She started stroking it, her hand gliding up and down the length. Her pale fingers looked so small and delicate against that huge, drooping thing. Her other hand darted down to the Orc's balls, cupping them under her palm. She gently stroked the wrinkled skin between her fingers, hefting the weight of that massive sack. Marcus found himself blushing furiously as he watched his Mother expertly stroke and work the Orc's dick. She knew exactly what she was doing.

That big, soft cock started twitching and stiffening, slowly rising up towards the Queen's face. It was getting even larger, swollen veins popping out from under the dark green skin. By now, it was almost as fat as the Queen's arm. And she was supposed to fit that inside her? How? Marcus trembled in horror at the thought.

Then his Mother suddenly ducked down and the young prince gasped in shock as he watched her take the head of that massive cock into her mouth. She licked around the tip, saliva drooling down the dark green length. A low, rumbling growl emerged from the Orc's lips, the hunger in that sound sending shivers down Marcus' spine. The massive monster's golden eyes burned with lust as she watched the Queen suckle on the head of her huge dick.