Traded to the Shaman for a favour

After a long and pleasurable evening that left him limp and mewling, soaked and stuffed with the thick orc cum he'd eagerly earned from his Master's huge cock, Marcus had been pretty exhausted. So tired in fact, he'd fallen asleep on a pile of cushions the very moment he'd lain down his head. He'd woken up some hours later to the wet, sloppy noises of the warchief slamming her morning erection down his kneeling mother's throat and sleepily crawled over to help. Ducking between the Orc's muscled legs to kiss and suck on her musky dangling balls just the way he was growing to know she enjoyed had earned him a low growl of approval that made him shiver with delight. It might have sounded rather like the former queen was having a much rougher time of it, what with all the gagging and spluttering as the Orc's massive cock bulged in her pale throat. However the young slaveboy just had to glance between her trembling thighs to see she was dripping wet, the pink lips of her pussy plump, swollen and utterly drenched with juices. It was nice to know even after that silly mistake she'd made last night, his mother was still coming to accept her place. Marcus knew as soon as she also understood that the pair of them were just meant to serve and worship Shaharza in every way the Orc warchief desired, earning pleasure in return, she'd be much happier! Just like he was!

Eventually, their master's hard pounding of his mother's throat had earned her a thick load of lovely hot cum dumped into her waiting belly. As jealous as he was, Marcus had made sure to tenderly suck on one of Shaharza's balls as she came, enjoying how the heavy orb twitched and tightened on his tongue. When she finally finished, the warchief had pulled her cock free and left the former queen limp, glassy-eyed and gasping for breath, cum and drool leaking from the sides of her parted lips and her belly bloated and full. Marcus had been really rather hoping his master would give him a turn as well, but instead Shaharza had leashed both their collars, tied his trembling mother firmly to a pole beside her bed, then pulled him out of the tent and into the Orc camp without even a word to him.

Of course the young slaveboy had followed his master obediently, but he'd been left wondering just what was happening all the same. When she took him to the place where he'd washed the day before and gruffly told him to clean himself up, Marcus had hurriedly moved to obey, dunking the bucket of warm water over his head and rubbing down his naked body with a cloth to wash the cum and dirt off. Shaharza had stared at him the entire time, her golden eyes drifting hungrily over his bare flesh and her huge erection standing stiffly up between her muscled, green thighs. It was obvious she wanted him, so Marcus couldn't understand why she hadn't just bent him over and shoved her massive cock back up his butt yet. His eager hole felt so empty and aching, begging to be stuffed full with her throbbing meat, but more than that he was getting nervous. Had he done something to disappoint her? Maybe he had...

When she'd stepped back in to fasten the leash to his collar, the young slaveboy couldn't stop himself from giving her a limp, pleading look, his wide eyes darting from her massive, throbbing erection to her scarred face. He whimpered softly as he met her hot stare, his lip quivering. If she at least told him what was wrong, he'd do anything to fix it! Then she could go right back to shoving her cock in him like they both wanted!

"Don't look at me like that, you needy little slut." She chuckled, reaching down behind him with one huge hand. Marcus yelped shrilly as she smacked him hard across his wet, quivering butt, the sharp sting of her palm just sending another needy flutter through his body. "I want to fuck you too, believe me." The massive Orc growled, a hungry edge to her voice. "But she'll like it more if you look untouched, and I need her **** enough to have you that she'll give me whatever I want in turn."

"Who, master?" The young slaveboy asked, his voice rather high and breathless. The cheek she'd spanked was getting all hot and tingly and he couldn't resist reaching a hand down there to feel his soft skin prickling with heat.

"Urul, the shaman." Shaharza grunted, giving the leash a little tug as she turned to step away. Marcus hurried to follow her, biting his lip nervously as he squeezed and rubbed his sore butt. The shaman? A little shiver ran down his spine as he remembered the scary Orc who'd marked him with his master's tattoo, the dark-blue mark across his pale thigh that still itched and stung sometimes. Now Shaharza was going to...what, give him away to her? No, he didn't need to worry about that, he knew the warchief at least liked using him way too much for that. Then he remembered his master promising any her Orcs the use of him if they paid her price. The Shaman must just be the first. Underneath the tingling nervousness, the young slaveboy felt a naughty little thrill in his belly at the thought of his body being traded away, serving as many thick Orc cocks as his master desired. He'd have to do well today, no matter what it took, and convince her he was worth it! Then she might toss him to a whole group of lustful warriors! Marcus shivered with delight at the thought, his tiny dick aching between his soft thighs.

Soon, the warchief had led him over to the Shaman's home, the same forbidding tent separate from the others and marked with all those blue paint scrawls that looked just like the tattoos on it's occupant's skin. Shaharza didn't even pause, ducking through the flap leading inside and pulling Marcus after her before the young slaveboy could even think of getting nervous. Once again, his nose wrinkled at the smell of herbs and incense, his wide eyes flickering over the scary alter to the side with all those weird paintings of the huge orc **** the winged lady. At least now he understood why the victim had such an expression of bliss on her face.

"Warchief..." There was a low growl from the shadows deeper inside the tent. Marcus flinched, his wide gaze flickering to the large figure of the Shaman sitting there. Kneeling between her legs was her **** from the castle, the courtier's wife she'd had tied up last time, the wet, sloppy sounds as she bent between the Orc's thighs making it obvious what she was up to. The pretty young woman was naked of course, her entire back marked with a single, elaborate tattoo like the curling vines of a thorny bush, two long strands curling round to frame the pale cheeks of her plump butt. Marcus shivered at the sight. His own little tattoo had been painful enough, he couldn't imagine how much it must have hurt the girl to have the Shaman mark her that much. "I can guess why you're here." The Shaman continued, her lips curling to bare gleaming fangs. "I've heard the whispers. You want us to live here now, to leave behind our home and our ancestors for these soft pinkskin lands. Some would call that courting disaster."

"They can call it whatever they want." Shaharza shrugged her massive shoulders, her golden eyes sliding over the naked body of the Shaman's **** with obvious appreciation. "I'm still doing it. And you're going to help me, Urul. Tomorrow, you're going to announce that you've communed with the spirits of our ancestors and learned that they have moved with us to this new land, granting us their blessing to settle in a land where we can actually thrive."

"So certain you are, that the ancestors will simply do as you wish." The Shaman murmured dangerously. The **** between her legs must have noticed her displeasure, because she shivered slightly, and started pumping her face up and down the Orc's erection even more fervently. Despite the tension in the air, Marcus felt his dick throb at the lush, wet noises of a massive cock being pleasured. "Last I checked, being warchief did not grant you the power to command the dead."

"I would not dream of insulting ghosts by asking them to do something useful for once." Shaharza sneered. "Do you think I'm blind, Urul? I've seen how the omens always favor your wishes. This time, you're going to do just the same and have them favor mine instead." With a snarl, the Shaman grabbed her **** by the hair and pulled her free, tossing her to one side even as she rose from her seat. The young woman landed in a trembling heap, still gasping for air.

"How dare you? My position is a sacred one! You insult me and our ancestors!" The Shaman snarled, straightening to her full height. She was quite a bit shorter than the massive Shaharza, but in the shadows of the tent she somehow seemed larger, her tattooed face contorted by rage. Whimpering fearfully, Marcus cowered behind his Master's back.

"I have a gift for you, Urul." Shaharza continued evenly, hardly seeming to notice or care about the Shaman's simmering rage. "Something I know will more than make up for any insult." She gave the leash a sharp tug. Marcus yelped out as he was yanked out from behind her by the neck. As she wrapped the leather around her wrist, the young slaveboy was pulled in front of her. Marcus cowered, awkwardly covering his chest and tiny dick with his hands as the Shaman's shocked gaze fell on him.

"The pleasure boy?" The tattooed Orc breathed, the anger easing from her voice to be replaced by a kind of eager anticipation that made Marcus' skin tingle. "You'll...give him to me for this?" The young slaveboy whimpered at the thought. He liked his Master...he didn't want to belong to this scary Shaman.

"No." Shaharza replied, the firmness of her voice easing her slaveboy's worries. "A **** is not worth a simple favor, especially not one as fine as this boy. You can have him for one full day, do whatever you wish so long as it does not injure him. Use his holes as much as you please, I promise you, no other **** I've ever fucked has been quite this good. He's willing, **** to please, and his holes are tight and perfect."

"I can believe it. He...is the most beautiful human I've ever seen, just aching to be fucked." The Shaman licked her lips avidly, her golden eyes fixed on Marcus. Between her tattooed thighs, her pierced cock was twitching eagerly, a drop of pearly pre-cum oozing from the tip. It wasn't as big as Shaharza's either, but despite his nervousness the young slaveboy felt his mouth go dry at the sight as he imagined longingly tonguing that swollen spongy head. Maybe...being with her wouldn't be so bad after all? "Give him to me for a week, and I promise the ancestors will favor you like no other warchief."

"One day, and I might decide to gift him to you again in future should the ancestors continue to support my decisions." Shaharza grunted sourly. "Or you can turn me down. I'll offer him up to every other Orc in the camp to make them follow me if I have to, but I swear you'll never lay a finger on him."

"You drive a hard bargain, warchief." The tattooed Orc sighed. Her brow furrowed thoughtfully, but her golden eyes stayed fixed on Marcus, the simmering hunger in that leering stare making it rather obvious what her decision would be. "Very well, I accept. The omens will favor your plan for a time, should the boy please me." She nodded, tearing her gaze from him with some difficulty to glance up at Shaharza.

"He will." The warchief snapped, giving the leash a little tug that told Marcus those growled words were meant for him as much as the Shaman. The young slaveboy swallowed nervously, hoping he could live up to her expectations. He wanted to do well and please his Master, of course he did. It was just a little frightening to be left in the hands of this fearsome tattooed Orc who seemed to want him so very much. Shaharza didn't give him time to worry about it though, her huge hand landed on his shoulder and as she let the leash drop she shoved him forward at the same time. Stumbling over the floor of the tent, the young slaveboy found himself standing right in front of the Shaman's muscled body. Her thick cock stood up straight in the air between them, coiling veins throbbing along the length.

Marcus shivered, breathing in a hint of her musky scent in the air. That strong smell made his head spin and skin tingle, his tiny erection tingling and his empty butthole aching. Even through the haze of growing lust, he felt the weight of her cool, expectant stare on him and suddenly remembered what he was supposed to do when he met her. The young slaveboy sank to his knees in front of the tattooed Orc, the position just feeling so right and natural for him now. Craning his neck and leaning forward, he planted a soft, sloppy kiss right on the waiting tip of her pierced cock. His lips brushed over swollen, spongy skin, a hot shiver running down his spine as he felt how hot and hard she was.

"Good." The Shaman growled, her approval sending a fluttering thrill through the eager young slaveboy's aching belly. "This will be...enjoyable."

"I'll be back for him tomorrow, and I expect to hear good news from the ancestors." Shaharza grunted, before turning on her heel and ducking back through the tent door. As the massive shadow of his Master disappeared back into the camp, Marcus straightened back up, kneeling there at the feet of the Orc he was now supposed to serve. His anxiousness at the thought of belonging to the scary Shaman was still there, tingling down his spine, but the hot thrill of knowing she'd be using him to satisfy her cock and drain every drop from her large, dangling balls was far more urgent right now. He shivered eagerly, waiting for the moment she'd take him.