The Orc shows a softer side, for a short while

Marcus woke with a start. For a few panicked moments he had no idea where he was, lying stiffly against a hard, muscled leg. Hold on, where were his clothes? And why was he wearing a collar? He wriggled up, gasping for air, his nose wrinkling at a musky smell that made his skin tingle. Then his frantic gaze found his Mother, lying just across from him over the other massive thigh. The Queen was deeply asleep, her eyes screwed tightly shut. She was both collared and naked too, a filmy layer of tears, drool and cum drying on her smooth, pale skin. Worse still, there was a huge, drooping cock between them, the shaft thicker than his arm and dark green.

The young prince shuddered as his queasy stomach reminded him just what he'd had to swallow last night. His belly was still a little bloated, but at least his guts didn't feel quite so painfully full. Plus his throat was raw, and his cheeks and jaw were aching, but he hardly felt as bad as he might have expected from getting that huge green cock rammed into his mouth. He winced as his trembling gaze drifted up and down that huge, drooping thing, hanging there over the warchief's massive balls. It was still a sickening shock to him that the monster had even managed to fit it down his throat. The only thing worse was knowing that she'd be doing it again very soon.

Slowly, his trembling gaze moved up, over the rippling abs and large, round boobs of the Orc. The warchief was snoring loudly, her chest rising and falling with each rumbling breath. He could still hardly believe how big and brawny she was, like a thick, solid wall of impossible muscle. Even a strong human warrior like his uncle Gaius would have seemed puny compared to her. As for him, a slender boy who could hardly even lift a sword, she'd probably be able to pick him up with just a finger. He'd had a taste of her strength yesterday, and he already knew there was nothing he could do to resist her. She'd be able to do whatever she wanted with him, use him exactly how she pleased. Marcus shifted uncertainly, biting his lip. He was really scared right now, but somehow that thought still made him feel a little tingling warmth between his legs. It was that smell again, the thick musky scent of her that made it so very hard to think straight.

Then the Orc woke. Her golden eyes fluttered open suddenly, darting down to find him. The young prince almost screamed, but he just managed to snap his lips shut and swallow that shriek of terror. Instead, he just stared back at her, trembling and sniffling as his aching throat threatened a fresh wave of tears.

"Well, aren't you a pretty sight." She purred in that low, rumbling voice. Her huge hand reached down to him, grabbing him by the shoulder. Marcus shuddered in her grip, a few hot tears dribbling down his cheeks. He was sure he must have cried every last one away last night, but they oozed painfully from his sore eyes. Without a hint of effort, the warchief yanked him up over her body, so that he lay across her chest, his head against her boobs. She grinned at him, baring those gleaming fangs. Her huge hand was rubbing up and down his back, and he squealed in shock when it suddenly darted lower and grabbed his butt in a gentle grip. "Hush, little calf." She grunted, squeezing his soft cheek between her callused fingers. "You'll wake your Mother. She needs the rest more than you do." Marcus stiffened. It was her fault if the Queen was so exhausted! She'd shoved her big, throbbing cock down his Mother's throat and sprayed all that nasty cum all over her!

"Why do you even care?" He whispered, that moment of anger somehow giving him the strength to speak through his aching throat. The first words he'd ever actually said to her, he realized with a start. Yesterday he'd been too afraid to even squeak.

"Why wouldn't I?" She shrugged her massive shoulders. "That pretty cow is going to be carrying a belly full of my young soon enough. I need her kept healthy. Of course the same goes for you, little calf, even if it's for different reasons." She squeezed his butt again, her fingers digging into his skin, and he couldn't help but wriggle and gasp on top of her. Somehow that forceful grip on his poor soft cheek was making his belly flutter and his little dick twitch against her muscled abs. He didn't like this! He didn't! "Can't please my cock and drain my balls if you're sick, after all."

"You monster." Marcus spat, struggling to focus on his outrage rather than the fat green finger that had somehow slipped between his buttocks. She was stroking up and down between his cheeks, pausing every now and then to rub at his tender butthole. Every time she touched him there a sharp shock tingled through his belly, sending waves of heat into his stiff little dick.

"Ha! That sounded like your Mother!" She chuckled roughly. "Guess you have a little courage after all. Good. I like my slaves to have spirit. Otherwise it's not as much fun. What's your name, boy?" Marcus froze, shocked she was even asking. It was so hard to keep still with the way she kept touching his butthole though, and he soon found himself shuddering again, pressing his blushing face into her soft boobs.

"Marcus." He whimpered, his voice rather breathy and high-pitched. It was hard to think of much but those big, strong fingers playing with his poor butt, treating him like a toy. "My name is Marcus Valerian."

"Silly human name." She grunted. "I'll think of a new one soon enough, once I have you branded with my mark." Marcus froze, his mouth dropping open. Did she just say...branded? Like a cow? "My name is Shaharza, little calf." She continued, her fangs gleaming in a cruel smirk. "But soon, I promise you, you'll be calling me Master."