The Orc isn't Happy, at first.

Shaharza's golden eyes seemed to bore into his, her level, narrowed gaze holding him captive, the scars across her face making her even more difficult to read. Marcus felt his heart pounding in his chest. Part of him was **** to just keep quiet, tell her he'd made a mistake or something, anything but risking the anger he was still frightened his request might draw from his fearsome orc mistress. Then he remembered the poor men suffering in the mines and forges, the men of his father's kingdom, who needed his help now. No matter that he was just a **** boy, he couldn't stand by and do nothing, not while there was still some small chance that whatever affection the warchief held for him might make a difference to their treatment.

"I...was wondering if..." He began, forcing the words up his tight throat. He paused, swallowing hard. "I mean..."

"Yes?" Shaharza grunted, her golden eyes narrowing slightly. "Spit it out."

"Like...you said I'm your favorite even though I'm a boy and you enjoy using me so much, right?" The young slaveboy continued, his voice soft and hesitant as he struggled for the words he hoped would get his point across to her. She nodded her head slowly. "And the other orcs here are always...wanting more mates. Wouldn't it make sense to use the other men you captured? Like...make them pleasure boys like me?" He raised his head, staring up at the massive orc with pleading eyes.

"What?" Shaharza growled, shock flickering across her scarred face. "That's what you wanted? I thought you were fishing for a reward or something." Her lips curled, showing off her gleaming white fangs. "So the men, huh? Haven't even thought about those fuckers for weeks. I'm happy with them where they are. Why the fuck do you care about them all of a sudden?" The young slaveboy flinched at the cold disregard in her voice, already wondering if he'd made a big mistake.

"I...want to help them." He admitted, his gaze flickering down to his feet as she stared coolly down at him, making him feel even smaller before her towering, muscular body. He couldn't help but think of how easy it would be for her to snap him in half with her huge, rippling arms if she wanted to. "It's just...wouldn't it be better for everyone? Your orcs would be...more satisfied, and the men wouldn't be treated quite as badly, right?" At least that was what he hoped.

"That's stupid." The warchief shrugged. "Trust a dumb calf like you not to understand anything. We take your women as breeders, that's the way it's meant to be, but those men you want me to suddenly help, they have cocks too. Even if they're tiny, pathetic pink things they can still knock up their females. My girls wouldn't want the competition, no matter how feeble it might be."

"But...you took me anyway!" Marcus stammered.

"I thought you were a girl, remember?" Shaharza smirked. "And even when I found out otherwise, one look at you told me you wouldn't be a problem that way." The warchief reached down and the young slaveboy whimpered and shivered as two of her huge fingers closed around his tiny dick. He hardly bothered with that part of him anymore, knowing that taking massive orc cock up his butt felt so much better, but it was still very sensitive. "I mean, there's a got to be a limit, even for human females, right? Would they even feel this?"

"I...don't know..." Marcus gasped. "I never..." His cheeks burned as he made the obvious comparison in his mind, between his own tiny little dick and the massive green cock now twitching and stiffening between her muscular thighs, filling the air with the musky scent of her that made his knees weak. Of course he knew she was right. Compared to her huge cock, his tiny stiff dick seemed entirely inconsequential. He doubted any woman would want him that way if given the choice.

"Right, you're still a virgin, technically." The warchief grinned, amusement and desire flickering through her simmering golden eyes. "And I intend to keep you that way. Got to keep you trained to take fat orc cock instead, the way it should be." The low growl of desire in her voice was very familiar by now, and the young slaveboy knew that she wasn't only meaning to talk about fucking him. He moaned as she gently squeezed his tiny dick, her rough, callused fingers on such a sensitive spot sending needy shivers down his spine.

Still, her touch there couldn't compare to the bliss of having her massive cock shoved inside his needy, clenching butthole, making him feel so wonderfully full as she pounded him into the ground. The young slaveboy trembled with longing desire. It'd be so easy to just give in, he knew. Once she bent him over and shoved her cock inside him, he wouldn't be able to think of anything else. That was his proper place, he knew, just taking her cock and nothing more, and yet...he couldn't stop now. Even as his eyes fluttered with desire and his skin tingled with hot anticipation, he knew he still hadn't managed to persuade her to help the men, and he couldn't give in until he was sure. No matter how his shivering body ached for her to take him again.

"What...about the men?" He managed to whimper. "You didn't say you'd help them yet."

"Fuck's sake." She grunted, scowling sourly. "Way to spoil the mood. What, you going to bring that up every time I try and fuck you now?"

"If I have to." Marcus whimpered. "I...can't just ignore them anymore" Her scowl deepened, her brow furrowing. The young slaveboy felt his heart pound in his chest. He knew he was in very dangerous water now. The warchief clearly wasn't happy at his constant prodding, and she might well decide to punish him quite harshly for this, but he couldn't give up now he'd taken the gamble. All he could hope for was that her affection for him might win out just this once.

"I should just shove my cock down your throat and shut you up that way. Make sure you never speak another word of this stupid shit." She grunted. "Or maybe I'll go back to your mother. Her holes might not be quite as tight, but at least she doesn't whine at me." Her golden eyes flashed as she glared over his shoulder. Marcus glanced back and saw his mother sitting up there, concern in her huge, blue eyes as she stared across at the two of them. Had she been listening? Was she angry at him for bringing this up? He saw her pale throat tense, a little nervous shiver running down her spine.

"He's right, Master..." The former queen stammered, her hands moving over her pregnant belly as she knelt on the floor there, the orc's cum still dribbling from her well-used pussy. "My son is right. You...should do that for the men, it makes sense for everyone." Marcus shivered, glancing hesitantly between his mother and their Master.

"Not you as well." Shaharza tossed her hair. Her lips drew back, baring ferocious fangs. She rose suddenly to her full height, making the young prince whimper in nervous shock as her huge, muscled body loomed over him and his mother. "I'm tired of this, I should string you both up by your wrists and strap you hard for annoying me."

"Wait!" The silver-haired woman gasped. She lowered her head, looking as small and submissive as she could, but her voice rang out through the tent with conviction all the same as she continued. "Just...listen, please Master. Punish if me you wish, but listen to this at least. I know it doesn't matter much now, but I used to be a ruler too. You've changed one tradition already by bringing your people here, I know. My son helped with that, and it's worked out well so far. Now you can change another and so bind the orcs here to this land even stronger. That's what you want, isn't it? Give them our men as well, and they'll be happier for it." Marcus gasped in shock, surprised at just how persuasive his mother sounded. She was certainly better at this than he was, of course she was! After a few months just being fucked side by side with her by their orc Master, seeing her squeal and writhe with pleasure on Shaharza's cock, it was sort of hard to remember sometimes that she'd been a queen before all this. Of course she also must feel some responsibility for the men of what had once been her kingdom.

"Oh by the blighted ancestors, the worst part is you two are actually making sense." She groaned, reaching up to rub her furrowed forehead. "Why the fuck am I considering taking advice from pinkskins?"

"Please Master." The former queen lowered herself right down, pressing her face to the floor, her naked body curled up over her swollen, pregnant belly. "Do with me as you wish, but please just think about what I've said."

"Master, please." Marcus stammered, adding his own high-pitched, trembling voice to his mother's pleas. As their gazes met, he could see her wavering, the tension in her jaw, the furrowing of her brow and the conflict in her golden eyes. He knew her well enough by now to guess that she was coming around, it'd just take one more small push. He reached up, gently stroking the orc's muscled thigh with his fingers, staring at her with wide, pleading eyes. "Please..." He whispered, his lip trembling. "Won't you do it?"

"Fuck's sake..." The orc grunted. "Fine, alright! Can't fucking believe this." She growled at him. "Your mother's actually right. This makes sense. If I can get it past that stubborn bitch of a shaman, get those men put to work as pleasure slaves as well, it'll show my warriors just how much we can gain by staying here. It'll stop some of the griping about there not being enough good breeders around if they can shove their cocks in some squealing pinkskin man instead. We can really establish ourselves here, make sure that the next warchief isn't dumb enough to take us all back to those blasted wastelands because it's tradition or some shit."

"Yes!" Marcus squealed with delight. His heart was still pounding in his chest, his breaths coming quick and fast as he absorbed her words. He could hardly believe his mother had managed to persuade their master after all!

"Don't get all excited." She growled, reaching down to give his bare bottom a firm smack. Marcus yelped as her hand cracked against his soft cheeks, making him jump. "I definitely didn't agree to this just because you looked at me with those big, cute eyes, alright? So don't go thinking you can talk me into anything else!" She snapped, a faint flush coloring her scarred face a darker shade of green.

"No...master, of course not." Marcus shook his head quickly, the sting her palm had left on his skin sending tingling heat through his body, making his stiff little dick twitch in excitement.

"This isn't going to be easy though..." Shaharza sighed, relaxing back into her pile of furs. Her simmering golden eyes moved over the pair of them. "It's going to take care and planning before I even start to talk about it. It's a big break from tradition still, so the shaman isn't going to like it one bit, and nor will a fair few of my warriors. I'm going to have to make sure they're good and satisfied with my leadership first or else every cocky bitch with a chip on her shoulder is going to think it's her chance to challenge me." She reached up, rubbing her chin between her fingers. Her golden eyes settled on Marcus, drifting over his naked body. The young slaveboy shifted slightly in place as she leered at him, turning his hip to offer her a good view of his thighs and bottom. His butthole throbbed and ached eagerly, his body already longing for the familiar thick stiffness of her cock buried so blissfully deep inside him. "Hmm, maybe you can help me with that, little calf." She purred, flashing an eager, excited smirk that made him shiver with desire.