She does, with little difficulty

The indignity of walking around naked was never lost on Doe, and with only a headscarf and her special underwear as clothes, it was a guarantee that many lecherous glances were cast her way, some calling to her with wolf whistles and requests for sex.

She managed to ignore them, and only because the callers themselves were preoccupied with other mates or slaves.

"Ugh, John said to look for bureaucrats and such, but I've never bothered to learn their identities," Said the Nun, "It's like finding a needle in a haystack."

She whimpered slightly, feeling her pussy and ass clench around the dildoes lodged within.

"And I can't possibly stand this for the whole day," Said Doe, "How do I do this...?"

And deep within her contemplation, she did not notice someone bumping into her shoulder, startling her.

She was face-to-face with a hulking Orc, holding a thin-looking boy by a metal leash. He was dressed in rags and admittedly handsome, but his face was marred with a few bruises. Looking down, she saw that his penis was pathetically small (God bless him).

"Out of my way, woman," Said the Orc, "I need to teach this boy a hard lesson in respecting us."

The boy whimpered, but said nothing.

"Pardon me, but who is he?" Doe asked.

The Orc scoffed, saying, "Says he's Daniel Belmont or something, don't really care."

And that was when realization struck Doe; Daniel Belmont was the name of a poor nobleman who fell out with his family over trivial differences in opinion, and as a last resort made a pilgrimage to Deum Arcemque, where he forever renounced his right of succession to the Belmont family - enraging them - and swore an oath of celibacy.

And from the several times she talked with him, he was a skilled accountant and lawyer skillfully managing the bureaucracy in Deum Arcemque.

"W-Wait," Doe said, "I-I need someone of his skill; Lady General John tasked me to find her talented bureaucrats, and he's the kind of person she needs."

The Orc raised a questioning eyebrow, and he said menacingly, "Do not think to lightly use her name, woman."

Despite feeling her knees tremble, she swallowed and said to him, "I would not dare to... Sir."

Seemingly satisfied, the Orc nodded at her, saying, "I see that you're not lying. Good. However... there is a slight problem."

"What is that?" The Nun asked.

"His cock," Said the Orc, "We Ironfist have a tradition of fucking to Kingdom come, and this boy's penis can't satisfy anyone. Been taking him to the apothecaries to get it enhanced."

"Oh, I see..." Said Doe.

"And," The Orc continued, "Since you're a pretty little thing and asked so nicely for the boy, I want something in return."

Glancing downwards, the Orc gave the Nun an adequate hint, which she took as she pulled down his pants, exposing his massive green schlong to the air.

Gulping nervously, Doe gave the tip a few licks, then her lips engulfed it as she slowly worked her way down the shaft. Her inexperience showed quickly, but she made up for it with gradual progress, taking it slow and making sure the Orc was feeling pleasure.

Surely enough, the Orc was moaning in delight, patting the Nun's head and encouraging the young Daniel to watch. Blushing red, Daniel began touching and fondling his small penis, and he was moaning with every sensation coursing through his nerves.

Your mouth managed to take it in halfway, and half more of the Orc's penis to go with your **** attempts at deepthroating. Your jaw strained under the pressure, and it became increasingly difficult to breathe. Still, you pushed onward, until finally your throat managed to take all his manhood.

It was like ramming a rod down your gullet, making you **** on it, but you willed yourself to endure and persevere, and with slow, deep sucks, you maintained a steady rhythm on your blowjob, and the Orc's and Daniel's moans increased in frequency.

And then, finally, you felt the Orc's cock ejaculate down your throat, the salty, sticky semen lubricating it like cream. Daniel also ejaculated, his watery semen landing on your face.

You gasp as you pull your mouth away, unable to swallow the white substance as it leaks out of your mouth.

"For a whelp, you sure suck cock good," Said the Orc, "Come on, let's get the boy to the apothecaries."

"Thanks," Said the Nun.

"By the way, name's Urug," Said the Orc.

"Doe," Said the Nun.