Shaharza takes her pleasure from her needy slaveboy

The air inside the warchief's tent seemed to simmer with lust and anticipation, leaving Marcus' skin tingling as he knelt beside his master. Shaharza was sitting sprawled across her bed of cushions, her tree-trunk thighs spread wide to show off the enormous soft cock drooping down between them over her dangling balls. Even resting like this, she had the air of a languid predator, like any moment she'd reach over and grab her naked slaveboy, using him like a toy to satisfy her lusts. Marcus shivered at the thought, his belly fluttering and tiny dick twitching with need. He'd been hard ever since she'd dragged him back into her tent from the feasting, expecting at any moment that his master was about to use him for her pleasure again. So far though she'd just left him to kneel here and the young slaveboy found his mind racing over why. Didn't she find him appealing anymore? Had he done something to anger her? He just wanted her to bend him over and drive her thick cock back into his aching, needy butthole already. Instead she just sat there beside him, so enticing and...powerful, like a statue of hard, muscular green flesh.

"Little calf...you're quite something, aren't you?" She spoke at last, her low, rumbling voice sending tingles through his needy body. Her head turned, fierce golden eyes moving over his naked flesh, leaving lines of heat across his skin. "Never thought a pretty human boy would be the one who made my work so much easier. Don't think anyone's going to be wanting to go back to the shithole we came from now they've seen just what lovely things we can find here in the human lands."

"Master?" The young slaveboy murmured, not understanding. He hadn't...done anything apart from sucking her cock a lot, as fun as that had been. Well, more like sucking her cock in front of what felt like every other orc in the camp while she offered him up as a prize.

"Never you mind..." She smirked. He gasped in delight as she reached out at last, her large hand grabbing him firmly by the hair. "Just keep focused on pleasing me, that's all you should be thinking about anyway. Use your sweet little mouth to get me hard, I'm going to fuck that tight ass of yours again." Marcus mewled happily at the news, his empty butthole throbbing and twitching, begging to be filled once more with her thick, aching shaft. It had just felt so good when she used him that way, he couldn't help but crave it. Moving his slender body so easily, she laid him down on his belly over one of her muscled thighs, pressing his face against her soft cock. The young slaveboy moaned hoarsely as he breathed in the musky smell of her, so thick and enticing he just wanted to nuzzle into her dangling balls and stay down there forever, licking and sucking and worshiping those heavy orbs that made so much yummy cum. Only...that meant she'd never fuck his butt! His tongue was out and flickering along her green, veiny skin before he could think another stupid thought, the salty taste of her stirring his needy lusts to new heights. He felt her cock start to stir and harden under his hungry licks, even after all the times she'd already cum down his throat today. Finding out he could excite her this much was bliss to the young slaveboy, far more thrilling than any of his stupid lessons or trying to be a prince had ever been. How much more proof did he need that this was exactly where he belonged?

A hungry moan escaped his lips when her huge hand slid down his naked back until it reached his butt, settling over the quivering cheeks and giving one a firm squeeze between her fingers. Even the way she handled him so casually excited the young slaveboy, just touching him and grabbing him wherever she pleased. He squealed in delight when one of her callused fingers slid between his trembling buttocks, only to hurriedly bend back to his task and start hungrily sucking on the swollen head of her cock, muffled mewls and whimpers escaping his lips around her skin as she rubbed at his aching, twitching butthole. That part of him felt so needy and empty, winking and twitching at her firm caresses. He just wanted...something inside there already! He got his wish moments later, when the warchief gently pressed her fingertip against his aching hole. Marcus felt his body stretch open to welcome her and a sharp gasp of pleasure escaped his lips when her hard digit popped inside his butt. Just that sent waves of tingling delight across his skin, his stiff dick throbbing even hotter between his trembling legs.

"Still so tight." Shaharza growled approvingly. As he hungrily sucked on her cock, pouring the hot desire flooding through his body into pleasing her instead, the massive Orc slowly worked her stiff finger in and out of his aching hole. The way she just stretched him open like this for her to use made Marcus feel so much more like her **** and toy. All he was meant for now just pleasuring this massive cock he was tonguing so diligently and the fierce, strong warchief it belonged to. Stranger still, he was perfectly happy with that. It felt way more fulfilling and satisfying than anything else he'd ever done, so why not just accept this was his proper place?

As if in answer to that thought he felt a second thick finger press against his tender hole. There was a moment of pain that made him gasp, then it popped inside him right alongside the first, and Shaharza forcefully thrust both deep into his twitching insides. Marcus yelped into her cock, the sudden aggression from his master feeling so delightful he could hardly bear it. Suddenly his hips were twitching, his tiny dick throbbing and waves of heat pulsing through his belly. He flushed hot as he came, spurting a dribble of watery seed across the cushions underneath him. Once again the young slaveboy couldn't help but compare the pathetic trickles of cum that were all his tiny balls could make to the floods of semen Shaharza filled his belly with, so hot and thick and delicious. Mewling to himself as her thick fingers kept driving vigorously into his clenching, aching butt, Marcus hungrily tongued along the thick head of her delicious cock, licking up the strings of sticky pre-cum that already felt more substantial than the dribbling of his own worthless dick. Shaharza was growling now, her voice rumbling with lust, and her thrusting fingers grew more forceful and demanding, her hand smacking into his plump cheeks and making them bounce and quiver as she drove herself into his needy hole. It felt so good already, but the young slaveboy knew the thick cock he was licking would be even better stuffing him so full.

Suddenly the warchief yanked her fingers free of his clenching butthole and using that same hand grabbed him firmly by the waist. Marcus still had his lips wrapped tight around the head of her cock, but she yanked him away, leaving his mouth parted and his tongue hanging free as he longed for another taste of her delicious pre-cum. The warchief moved her wriggling slaveboy so easily in her large hands, lifting him up over her thick erection, glistening with his spit, resting his back on her chest, then bending both his legs right up until his feet were right up near his shoulders and holding them there. Pinned against her and folded up like a helpless toy Marcus shuddered with anticipation. With his hips bent like this in her grasp, his butt was hovering right above her throbbing cock, and as she lowered him slowly down towards it he realized he was about to be get his wish at last. Her thick, stiff cock filling him up. A chorus of eager whimpers and moans escaped his lips as he felt the hot, swollen head slide between his cheeks, slick with his own saliva. Suddenly it was pressing against his tender hole, already stretched open by her fingers and ready to receive it. Marcus was limp and eager, utterly ready to be roughly and savagely used by his Master once more.

There was a moment of pain lancing through his tender butt as it was stretched around the swollen head of her cock, driven down onto that thick, throbbing shaft by his own weight and the warchief pressing him down onto her. Then he felt his hole pop open and suddenly she was inside him again, so hot and hard and wonderful. Twitching helplessly in her grasp, the young slaveboy came again, dribbling pathetic over his belly from his pathetic, waving cock. It was just the tip inside him now, but already he felt so blissfully, achingly full. And with every passing moment she was sliding him slowly down her shaft, seeming to want to take her time and make him feel every hard inch driving into him like a battering ram forcing its way through the gates of a castle. His legs, still bent up over his body and helpless in the air, wriggled in her grasp, his arms hanging limply over his chest, toes and fingers curling with the white-hot pleasure crackling through his needy flesh. He felt every vein and ridge of her thick shaft against his tightly clenching insides, her skin so hot and hard as it slowly stretched open his needy guts.

It seemed to take minutes of mewling, whimpering delight, but at last the young slaveboy was resting his weight on his master's hips, the entire length of her monstrous erection sheathed inside his welcoming body. Every hot, hard inch buried in his clenching guts, stuffing his belly full until the shape of her cock bulged out against his belly. His mouth hung open in a silent, gasping scream of pleasure, his breath stolen from him by the sheer, mind-numbing delight of being so very full. He came again and again, the last pathetic drops of cum squeezed from his twitching dick by that one long thrust inside his body. Only even with his tiny balls empty, the climax kept rolling over him, waves of shuddering heat flooding through his needy body. Her large hands gripped him tighter, the utter helplessness of his position only adding to his delight. She slid him back up her cock, his greedy hole clenching tight around every inch that popped free, like it was **** to keep that thick shaft inside. Moments later, he got his wish when she slammed him back down her length, thrusting deep into his aching, empty butt once more and filling it as he craved.

Again and again she lifted him, his legs twitching helplessly as she kept them pinned up over his chest with her hands resting on his thighs, using that grip to move his limp body up and down her skewering shaft. He heard her breaths grow hoarser, her low, rumbling growls of pleasure ringing in his ears. The young slaveboy trembled, his heart filling with delight as he realized he was pleasing her somehow. Even though he wasn't doing much but twitching limply in her grip and cumming over and over as she stuffed him with her amazing cock that was enough to make his master happy with him. The pleasure she was giving him was amazing, searing through him in hot waves that filled him fit to bursting, but...he also wanted to please her too. His body craved it, longed for the moment she'd snarl in his ear and her pulsing cock would spray another thick load of cum into his welcoming guts.

Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long to get his wish. Her grip on his thighs tightened, the slamming of her hips against his butt as she thrust her cock back inside him growing fiercer and more demanding. The young slaveboy squealed in delight when he felt her thick shaft pulsing inside him, seeming to grow even bigger and harder against the tightly clenching walls of his butt. He was so...full, and it felt so good, but the need to make her cum inside him was growing more and more urgent with every passing moment. Trying to milk a thick load out of her he squeezed his butt as tight as he could manage, ignoring the clenching cramps of just how full that made him feel.

"Fuck...are you trying to milk me dry, you greedy little slut?" Shaharza growled in his ear, the rumbling mixture of approval and desire in her voice bringing the frantic young slaveboy to another twitching climax that left him even limper and more helpless in her grasp. "You want my cum so bad, don't you? Well here it comes, take it deep, every fucking drop!" Marcus screamed in pleasure as he felt the first scalding hot jet of her seed squirt deep inside him guts, then another and another, so much of it he felt his belly swell with her cum. Her hard cock pulsed inside him, the veins throbbing with her pounding heart as she spent her pleasure inside the mewling body of her toy. When the flow finally eased, that conquering shaft was still just as hard as ever. For a moment Marcus was sure she'd just keep going, keep fucking him even harder and longer until all he could think about was her cock and her cum and the pleasure she'd pounded into him. He couldn't imagine such bliss, and he was wriggling eagerly in her grip in preparation for more.

Then the warchief paused, a sharp growl of shock rumbling in the young slaveboy's ear. Marcus twitched feebly, struggling to even think through the fog of pleasure. Why had she stopped? Didn't she enjoy using him anymore? The thought made his heart ache terribly, and he whimpered in disappointment as she suddenly lifted him right off her erection. That swollen head popped free of his gaping hole, cum dribbling out onto his trembling cheeks as he dangled helpless in her grasp. Without even looking at him, Shaharza tossed the gasping slaveboy to one side, and he landed face-first in a pile of cushions that smelled so much like her he almost came again just from being buried in her musk. Somehow wriggling around on twitching limbs that felt like they'd had all the strength pounded out of them, Marcus glanced helplessly back at his master, terribly afraid she was going to say she was just done with him forever and never shove her cock inside him again.

The young slaveboy paused, the fact that something just might be wrong here finally filtering through the haze of pleasure and need that had almost swallowed him up entirely. Shaharza was up on her haunches, her massive, muscular body tense and a scowl on her face. Her cock was still thick and hard between her tree-trunk thighs, but she ignored it for now, one massive arm reaching over the cushions beside her. Marcus' breath caught in his throat when he saw her fingers were closing round the hilt of a long, jagged blade laying in the corner there.

"Who's there?" She snarled out suddenly, her booming voice carrying across the tent. "Stop skulking around and get in here!"