Shahahrza weakens, but decides her slaveboy needs a lesson too

The warchief loomed over her two naked slaves, her golden eyes narrowed as she glared down at their naked bodies. Between her muscled thighs, her massive cock twitched angrily, thick veins pulsing along the length and a drop of pre-cum pearling at the tip. Marcus was frozen over his mother, hardly daring to breathe. He knew he shouldn't be doing any of this, he should be meekly submitting to his master instead. Lingering urges begged him to wriggle up and wrap his lips around her shaft. To ignore his mother and what the orc might to do to her in favor of satisfying the hot desire to serve and please the Orc that had his tiny dick still hard and his empty butthole throbbing. Only...he couldn't do that! Not if it meant she'd go and hurt his mother like she'd said she would! The fear and lust he felt towards his master warred inside his belly as he gazed anxiously up at her massive body, shivering like a leaf across the former queen's naked body.

"Fine..." Shaharza snarled at last, reaching down one huge hand and grabbing Marcus firmly by the shoulder. The young slaveboy squeaked in protest, trying to cling to his mother with trembling fingers. "Stop struggling, you stubborn little...fuck you got me, alright? I'm not going to hurt the stupid cow." The warchief grunted sourly, a note of disbelief in her voice. Hearing that, Marcus quickly let go like she wanted, and she easily lifted him up with that hand, letting him dangle helplessly in her grip as she held his naked body up in front of her. Her narrowed golden eyes moved slowly over his body, her pointed fangs poking up from between her curled lips. "Fucking hell...me, going soft?" She snorted. "And all because some cute human boy looks at me with his big, sad eyes. What the fuck is wrong with me?"

"Master?" Marcus asked uncertainly, staring into her scarred face. Despite the ease with which she was holding up his entire body, the sheer strength in her huge, muscular body, he suddenly didn't feel frightened of her anymore. Though she was clearly frustrated, that simmering rage seemed to have died down, and her grip on him was quite gentle. Somehow...he just knew she wouldn't hurt him right now. Shaharza glared at him for a few moments more, her brow furrowed thoughtfully, then she tossed her head.

"Doesn't matter anyway, I guess." She grunted. "I'm hardly the first Orc to get a little fond of her pet when she's dumped a few loads in his holes. You don't want me to hurt your stupid mother, right little calf?" Marcus nodded hurriedly, giving his master a pleading look. "Suppose I can be generous this once, but the dumb bitch still took a swing at me, so I've got to do something to teach her a lesson. Good thing I've got just the idea." Shaharza grinned at him, her lips curling back to reveal rows of gleaming white teeth. "And it's something you're going to help me with." With that, she turned, carrying Marcus with her as she strode back to the pile of cushions at the back of her tent.

"Marcus!" His mother gasped. She was struggling to her feet, her face a mask of panic as her son was carried away from her. "Let him go!"

"Stop that bleating already." Shaharza snarled, giving her a vicious look over the young slaveboy's shoulder. "It's not too late for me to change my mind and punish him as well for defying me." The former queen froze, a nervous shiver running down her spine. With Marcus still held in her grip, Shaharza turned and sat down on the cushions, her muscled thighs spread and her huge erection jutting out between them. The young slaveboy whimpered in anticipation as she held his trembling body over her massive cock, his empty butthole aching for the moment she'd shove every inch back inside him. His own tiny dick twitched pathetically, dribbling a few drops of pearly pre-cum before she'd even started with him. "You are one eager little slut...no wonder I like you so much." The orc chuckled behind him as Marcus wriggled and moaned above her cock. She raised her head, glaring at his mother with narrowed eyes. "Now, you, dumb bitch, watch this...every single moment. If you look away even once, I'll tie you to a stake outside and let every single warrior in the camp ruin those holes of yours."

Watching with wide, blue eyes, the former queen let out a strangled whimper, but nodded stiffly. Her cheeks were faintly flushed, and her large boobs quivered as she panted hotly for air, watching her son dangle over the massive orc cock just below him. Marcus sighed in relief, pleased his mother seemed to be obeying their master again. Now Shaharza could get back to shoving her cock in him like they both wanted! The warchief grunted eagerly as she grabbed her cock with her other hand and lined it up with his butt, then lowered him down. The young slaveboy squealed with delight as he felt the hot, swollen head of her cock press against the flesh of his butt, smearing his soft skin with sticky pre-cum. It felt like she was marking him as hers all over again, along with the tattoo across his thigh. Her cock slid between his quivering buttocks, pressing against his waiting hole. After how hard and deep she'd taken him just a few minutes ago, she slid inside him easily this time, his butt already molded into a tight, warm home for her thick shaft. Just that first moment, the utter bliss of feeling her thick cock, so hot and hard inside him, brought the young slaveboy to the brink of climax. He squirmed and moaned in his master's grip, his bare legs quivering underneath him. His tiny dick throbbed, then came, a few dribbles of watery seed dripping down his legs.

"You really think I hadn't noticed, you stupid cow?" Shaharza sneered over his shoulder, even as she slid him further down her shaft, her cock filling more and more of him up with every passing moment. "After how you leapt at the chance to shove that toy in him earlier? You want to fuck your own son." The queen gasped out, her eyes widening, but she didn't even seem able to deny it. Lost in the feeling of being stuffed full, Marcus felt just a flicker of shock, before a pulse of pleasure seared through his mind, sweeping everything else aside. "Honestly, I don't blame you." The Orc continued, her voice a low growl of lust. She shoved Marcus down the last few inches, leaving him sitting across her lap, every single inch of her massive cock buried between his buttocks. The young slaveboy's mouth hung open, his tongue lolling free, his body limp and helpless. Her thick shaft filled him, his aching insides clenching round her as ripples of pleasure ran through his body. He couldn't believe how good it felt...but it would be even better once she really got started. "He's such a pretty thing, isn't he? And so sweet and obedient too now I've broken him in some. He's going to show that to you now, aren't you, little calf?" Reaching up with her hand, she grabbed Marcus by the hair and pulled his head back until he was staring up at her, giving him an expectant look.

"Master..." The young slaveboy moaned breathlessly. "I...it's so big...and it feels so good."

"I know, you sweet slut." The Orc grinned back at him, looking very satisfied in a way that made his chest all warm. He was glad he'd managed to please her again, even after everything. She let him go and he slumped back into her lap. "But I'm not doing all the work this time. Why don't you show your Mother how to ride my cock, huh? Lazy bitch could use the lesson." There was an insistent edge to her orders that reached him even through the haze of pleasure and before he could even think Marcus found himself struggling to obey, planting his trembling legs on the floor between hers and trying to lift himself back up her cock. As much as he ached to do as she said, his muscles felt even weaker than they usually were with her cock stuffing him so very full. His thighs quivered, and he came again, collapsing back into her lap with a shrill squeal as hot delight seared through him and his soft dick twitched. "Come on, get that ass moving!" Shaharza growled behind him. There was a sharp crack as her hand smacked hard across his butt. The shock and stinging pain in the middle of his orgasm sent what felt like lightning crackling through the young slaveboy's body, but no matter how amazing it felt he knew he couldn't disappoint his master anymore.

With a shrill yelp, Marcus managed to buck up a little, forcing his trembling legs to support his weight as he lifted himself an inch or so up her massive cock, leaving most of it still buried in his butt. He remembered what he was supposed to have learned back when he was sucking her outside earlier. It didn't matter how good this felt...the pleasure of her thick shaft throbbing away inside him that made it so hard to focus. What mattered was pleasing her instead, bouncing on her cock until she filled him with another load of thick, hot cum. He tried, biting his lip hard as he teetered on the edge of another climax that he knew would leave him helpless to move. Instead, he poured his energy into lifting himself up a little higher, then collapsed back down her cock, feeling it slide deeper into his already cum-filled guts. Whimpering at the pleasure of it, the young slaveboy moved again, managing to lift his trembling body a little higher this time. His legs buckled, but he caught himself, his butt clenching around her cock. It got easier as he focused more on his master, the lust-filled growls and moans from behind him, the throbbing of the thick cock inside him, and the heat of her skin on his own. That was what was important. Soon, the young slaveboy was bouncing up and down in the warchief's lap, letting a few hard inches of her thick cock slide in and out of his aching hole. With difficulty, he held back his own desire, no matter how good it felt when she stuffed him so full.

"There...that's better." Shaharza growled with obvious satisfaction, leaning back in her cushions. Flushed and panting hard, Marcus kept going. He focused on what made her feel good, on the things he could do to please her huge cock even more. Soon he was grinding his butt in her lap and clenching his hole around her shaft when he was hilted, drinking in the purrs and moan from behind him. He was vaguely aware of his mother standing in front of them, watching everything with huge, lust-filled eyes and parted lips, but most of his attention was fixed on pleasing his master. Like she'd told him, he had to show the former queen how to be a good **** so she could be happy here too! "Enjoying the show, are you cow?" The warchief chuckled suddenly. "Why don't you come closer, get a better look?" Gasping hoarsely, the former queen stumbled forward, her limp gaze moving slowly over her son's bouncing body and down to the massive cock driven between his quivering buttocks. She looked almost hypnotized, like she just couldn't tear herself away. "Almost a shame you pinkskin females don't have the equipment for this." Shaharza purred with rough amusement. "Otherwise it might have been you watching his cute ass bounce and jiggle on your cock. And you'd have just loved that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes..." The former queen breathed, her voice soft. She was standing right in front of Marcus now, and he stared limply up at her, riding his master all the while. He hoped she understood...doing what Shaharza wanted and pleasing her kept the orc happy with both of them. And it wasn't like they couldn't enjoy it too! By the flush on her cheeks and the wetness dripping down her pale thighs, his mother really was having fun watching along.

"Don't worry, you can still get involved." Shaharza continued, her hot breaths tingling on the back of the young slaveboy's head. He bit his lip in concentration, sliding himself slowly back down her throbbing cock to sit across her lap. It was so tempting to get distracted, but he couldn't now! "So long as you're a good breeding slut and stop thinking you're more than that. Maybe I'll even let you play with your son all by yourself sometimes." The queen's breath caught in her throat, her eyes lighting up eagerly. "Ah, you like that idea, don't you? You've got to earn it first...so why don't you lay down right where you are and give my balls a nice, sloppy kiss? Show me just how pleased you are to see me fuck your precious son." Marcus watched his mother hesitate, a moment of pain flickering across her beautiful face. Then she hurriedly lowered herself down on her belly in front of him, squirming forward until she lay between his trembling legs and Shaharza's spread thighs, her naked body stretched out underneath him. She leaned forward, working herself underneath the warchief's cock he was bouncing on and he heard the wet, sloppy sounds of her hungrily kissing the orc's heavy sack. She might have struggled with it a bit longer, but the young slaveboy wasn't at all surprised by how eager she was suddenly being. Just remembering how good it had felt to press his lips against those heavy balls and breathe in the orc's musk made him shiver with pleasure even now. "Ah...fuck, I'm going to just love owning the pair of you." Shaharza grunted. "Don't worry though, you're still by far my favorite, little calf. Speaking of...get that ass all the way down my cock and squeeze as hard as you can. I'm about to fill you up again."

That news she was going to cum again made Marcus squeal with delight, and he hurriedly moved to obey, bending his knees to slide all the way down her cock until she was buried to the hilt inside him. His mother made a muffled noise of shock from below him as he rested there, sitting right across her head as well, but she quickly went back to sloppily sucking on the warchief's balls. Meanwhile, Marcus clenched his butt as hard as he could around the massive shaft, feeling every hot, coiling vein throbbing against his insides. He came again, his soft dick twitching pathetically, but even through the whimpering pleasure of the rippling climax, he **** himself to focus on satisfying her. Then Shaharza let out a low, feral growl, her cock seeming to swell up even thicker inside him. A furious jet of cum sprayed as deep as she could reach inside him, so hot and sticky and satisfying as it just gushed from her pulsing shaft. Marcus let out a hoarse shriek, his belly bulging out as she stuffed him even fuller with her thick seed. There was just so much of it...and it felt so good inside him. If she kept using him like this...he knew he'd be happy to be her **** forever!

At last, the young slaveboy slumped down over her thick cock, the flow of cum slowing to a trickle. There was so much, he could feel some of it trickling out his stretched hole, down onto his mother's face below. The former queen let out a sad little whimper, but didn't move, just continuing to kiss and lick their master's heavy balls as she'd been ordered. Behind him, the warchief let out a low sigh, the hoarse satisfaction in that sound bringing a tired smile to Marcus' lips. He'd done it! He'd pleased their master!

"Damn...that was so good." She groaned, shifting slightly underneath him. "If I'm not careful, I'm going to have to start spending every minute of the day shoving my cock in one of your sweet holes, little calf." The young slaveboy whimpered with exhausted desire at that. He wasn't sure he'd be able to handle that...but he was eager to try all the same. "I know how much you'd like that, you sweet little slut...but I've got a tribe to lead as well. Going to be busy from now on, knocking heads together and fixing things for us. Don't worry though...there'll be plenty of orc cock for you all the same. Don't forget..." Her hand was suddenly in his hair, those huge, callused fingers brushing gently over his scalp. "Every single warrior in my camp wants a taste of you right now." The young slaveboy shivered at the thought, a dizzying mixture of worry and anticipation swimming in his already cum-stuffed belly. He remembered all those eager, hungry looks he'd gotten when she was showing him off, the way the huge, muscled females had leered and stroked their fat cocks while they watched him suck her cock. Even though he wasn't at all sure what it was they all liked about him so much...he didn't doubt that they wanted him. And it wasn't up to him any longer which one got that chance. The only question was...who would Shaharza decide deserved him first?