Getting prepared for the warchief's cock

"I'm sorry." The Queen murmured softly. "I'm sorry, Marcus. I can't stop myself, you're just too cute." Lying naked across her lap, the young prince shuddered as her oiled finger slid into his eager butthole. He was blushing scarlet to his ears, his breaths coming hot and fast. Shaharza hadn't let him rest one minute after having his Mother lick him there. Instead, the massive Orc had instantly demanded the Queen continue, using a jug of oil to slip her fingers into his butt instead.

Marcus might have expected his Mother to argue or resist instead of meekly obeying like she had, had he not been so eager for the same himself. His little hole was twitching and clenching, feeling ever so empty inside, and against the Queen's soft thighs his tiny dick was harder than it had ever been. Now her finger was inside him he could hardly even move with the aching, stretching pleasure filling him up fit to bursting. He'd never realized playing with his butt could feel so amazing! That it was his own Mother doing it, the most beautiful woman in the world, just added to the naughty, tingling pleasure building up like a tight knot inside him.

"Yes, that's it." The warchief grunted hungrily. She was still gently stroking her massive cock with one huge hand, glaring down at them with glowing golden eyes. As his Mother's finger dove into his twitching insides, Marcus found himself staring in awe at that thick, veiny shaft. His mouth was hanging open, and he just wanted to wriggle over there and get back to sucking and licking her dark swollen head. Sure, it had been kind of unpleasant when she stuffed him full of so much cum, but that part seemed kind of distant now. Instead, all he could remember was the hot tingles he'd felt as her massive thick shaft had pulsed and twitched inside his mouth. If she could be a little gentler next time, let him slowly work his way down instead of just shoving it all inside, he was sure he'd enjoy it even more. At the same time though, the thought of her just grabbing him and doing as she pleased, shoving that massive cock into his butt or mouth and pounding him like a toy...that fantasy made him groan hoarsely and bury his blushing cheeks against the floor of the tent. "Now get the little slut ready for my cock." The Orc ordered sharply. "Put a second finger in."

His Mother stiffened, annoyance flickering across her gorgeous face. It was obvious she resented the intrusion of the warchief's commands into what she was doing, but Marcus felt hot, tingling pleasure crackle across his body at the rumble of Shaharza's low voice. In this haze of needy arousal, he found he kind of liked it when she snapped at him, telling his Mother how to use him. The Queen might not like the warchief's orders, but she obeyed nonetheless, and the young prince let out a shrill little squeak as he felt a second well-oiled finger join the first, slipping easily into his twitching butthole. That little ring of muscle clenched around the pair of hard digits. He could feel the throbbing pulse inside him as his butt tried to milk and squeeze his Mother's fingers. The throbbing knot of pleasure in his belly seemed to get even tighter, his muscles clenching hard.

At that moment, he felt the heat inside him reaching a searing peak. Without even touching his dick, he felt his little shaft pulse and twitch, and his tiny balls draw tight. With a gasping squeak, he felt drops of cum dribble from the aching tip, down onto his Mother's soft skin. This wasn't at all like the times he'd shyly rubbed it in bed while reading one of his naughty books. It felt just so much better. Rather than lasting only moments, the white heat that filled him up just seemed to keep going, crackling through his needy body in waves each time his Mother's fingers drove deeper into his needy, twitching butt.

"Mother...oh...yes!" He squealed shrilly. His dick throbbed again, spurting even more across the soft flesh of her thigh. It was getting soft, but he felt none of the usual achingly sensitive satisfaction. Instead, the needy little thing was still burning, his tiny balls aching and eager for more.

"Oh Marcus!" The Queen gasped, pulling her fingers free of his clenching butthole. He groaned in disappointment. "Did you cum? Did I make you cum?" She sounded just delighted, which even in the haze of warm desire Marcus found a little strange. Well, he'd really liked this too, even though she was his Mother. And they were both only doing this because the warchief had told them to. So it was fine, right? No matter how...naughty and weird it was to be doing this with her. Right now, he'd rather not think about that. All he wanted was for her to do it again!

"Told you so." Shaharza snorted, still gently stroking her massive cock. "Two fingers and he pops, without even touching that little thing between his legs. I can already tell he's just going to love my cock once I get it inside him. Now time to use this, cow. It'll stretch him out enough I won't hurt him, but he'll still feel good and tight when the time comes." She reached over to where those amazing ivory toys waited, and grabbed one of the smaller ones, tossing it across the tent floor. The Queen swallowed hard, but reached slowly over to pick the toy up. It was quite realistically carved, with a bigger head and a veiny shaft that while not quite as thick or long as the warchief's still made him wonder how it was going to fit inside his tiny butt.

Marcus watched, wriggling with anticipation, as his Mother slathered the fake cock in glistening oil. He'd cum once, sure, but it hadn't seemed to help this aching need inside him. He just wanted more! And right now that piece of hard ivory just seemed like the most amazing, wonderful thing in all the world. Well, next to the warchief's massive cock that is. He just wanted one of them inside him already!

Again, the Queen didn't hesitate, her eyes alight with eagerness as she lined the fake cock up with his butthole. Marcus tried to lay still, staring at the floor of the tent. He knew this was going to feel intense, but he had no idea how to prepare himself for that. Instead, he just clenched his teeth and focused on the aching need inside him. Then he felt the oily ivory slide between his plump cheeks. A little moan escaped his lips as it pressed against his tender butthole. It was so hard...and thick.

There was a little pain as she pushed it forward, enough to bring a few stinging tears to his eyes, but as the hard ivory slid inside him that moment faded into bliss. Even the stretching of his tender hole just seemed to add to the pleasure of it, as his skin around that part of him tingled and ached. His Mother seemed to know exactly what she was doing, gently easing the ivory in and out, pushing it a little further into his clenching guts each time. Marcus just kept moaning into the floor, his body twitching and wriggling across her naked lap. If the pleasure from her fingers had been a crashing wave, this felt like a tsunami, sweeping everything else aside and leaving his mind filled with nothing but the feelings searing up from his lower body.

In just moments, he'd cum again, his still-soft little cock dribbling onto his Mother's skin. Somewhere deep inside he felt a flicker of shame that his tiny dick could spurt in such a pathetic way, but why did it matter? His butt just felt so very good right now! Besides, his tiny little thing could never compare to the real cock in the room. His bleary gaze flickered up to the warchief and he felt his mouth hungrily part as he stared between her legs at that massive, throbbing shaft. She was still leering hungrily down at them, licking her dark lips and pumping her huge hand up and down her length. The other hand was at her chest, her fingers digging into one of her large boobs and tweaking at her stiff nipples. Marcus moaned again as he felt the fake ivory thing slide even deeper into his butt, his hole clenched tight around the base. He could almost imagine it was the warchief's massive cock instead, pounding him into the floor as she grunted and growled above him, but hers would be so much thicker and longer than this! How amazing would that feel. Just the thought made his tiny thing twitch again, his balls aching as another string of dribbling cum was milked from his pathetic dick.

"Fuck...that's hot." The warchief grunted suddenly. As Marcus watched hungrily, her cock twitched and pulsed under her hand, those heavy balls of hers tightening in their wrinkled sack. Suddenly she was cumming too, but where his had been a pathetic little dribble, a thick jet of boiling cum sprayed from the flared tip of her swollen head, then another as she squeezed and milked her shaft. Most spattered across the floor between them, but a few sticky drops travelled far enough to reach him. The young prince moaned as hot cum spattered across his naked skin. It felt so good against his tender flesh. "I am going to just love owning you two." Shaharza continued, breathing hard as her massive cock slowly softened in her hand. The Queen winced, a strangled gasp escaping her lips. She started trying to pull the fake cock out of him, and Marcus whimpered in protest. He liked that thing inside him! "Good job, cow." The Orc rumbled with satisfaction. "I don't think I've ever seen a Mother fuck her son's asshole quite so enthusiastically before."

"This...doesn't matter." The Queen spat viciously, but there was a trembling uncertainty to her voice. "You **** me to do it!"

"Sure I did." The Orc lent forward, her lips curled into a mocking grin that bared her flashing fangs. "Now push that toy all the way in to that thinner part near the base and leave it inside him. It'll keep him ready for me until tonight." The Queen hesitated for just a moment, her hand trembling as she clutched the ivory cock still half-buried in her son's butt. Then she let out a soft, whimpering sigh and Marcus squealed in pleasure as he felt the amazing toy slide back through his tender hole. Just like the Orc had said, there was a thinner part near the base and he felt his butt snap tightly shut around it, holding the rest inside him. He could still feel the hard ivory pressed against his guts, sending tingling heat through his aching body. As naughty and exciting as it was to have this thing buried inside him, he felt a flicker of worry at the warchief's words. She wanted him to keep it there for a whole day? When just lying here had him twitching and moaning and hardly able to move. How was he supposed to stand that?