The Queen does her best, but the task proves difficult.

Marcus stood there trembling, watching in shock as his Mother kissed and licked the head of this monster's massive cock. Her tongue flickered over the Orc's dark green skin, while her hands pumped and worked the thick shaft. Knowing she was putting herself through this because of him hurt like a knife in his chest.

The young prince knew he should be stopping this somehow. If he was a real man he'd run up and punch the warchief right in her ugly face, or grab one of those weapons and try to fight her. Only he was far too weak and frightened for that. Even then, he should at least have stopped his Mother from making this deal, offered himself instead so that she could go free. He was just too afraid of what the Orc would do to him then. She'd already promised to **** him, and the thought of that was so terrifying it kept his lips firmly shut while his own Mother willingly pleasured that monstrous dick. He was such a pathetic, worthless coward.

Hot, painful tears dribbled down his cheeks as he watched his beautiful Mother take the head of the Orc's huge dick in her mouth again, struggling to fit that massive thing between her lips. She was trying to work herself further down, but he could hear her gagging already. Her big, gorgeous boobs heaved on her chest as she struggled to even breath around the huge cock. Marcus couldn't look away. His perfect, beautiful Mother pleasuring this ugly monster was horrifying to watch, but he kept staring anyway, feeling the sight being burned into his memory.

"If this is all you've got, then that pretty calf of yours had better start loosening his jaw." The warchief drawled suddenly. "He'll be taking your place soon enough, and I'm not going to be anywhere near as gentle." The Queen's eyes flashed and she gave the Orc a vicious glare. She drew back for a moment, letting the cock slip from her lips while her hands held it in place. A single deep breath made her boobs quiver on her chest, then she dove forward, her mouth open wide and her tongue outstretched. In that one motion, she took the Orc's huge dick deep, almost half of its entire, throbbing length. She gagged and spluttered, drool leaking from the corners of her lips to dribble down towards the warchief's massive balls. "Better." The Orc grunted, sitting back on her cushions.

The Queen used her whole body, moving her mouth up and down along the monstrous cock, all the way back to the swollen green head, then forward again along the length. Her pretty lips were stretched tight around the massive shaft, her dark-blue eyes full of tears but burning with determination all the same. Marcus just stood and watched everything, how her muscles strained and trembled to **** her face even further down the monstrous thing, the horrible bulge it left as it pressed against the inside of her pale throat. Awful gagging, spluttering noises filled the tent, but she made no move to stop or even slow down. He couldn't imagine how she was making herself do this, how she could fight her every instinct and use her body just to pleasure this monster. Were it him in her place, he'd never have managed it. So, not only was he a weak little girly coward too afraid to save his own Mother from this, even if he had tried he would have been too useless to even help!

Worse still, as he watched her **** herself even deeper down that throbbing shaft, he felt an awful tingling in his own tiny little dick. Tears dribbled down his cheeks as it stirred under his silky shift. He bit his lip hard, horrified that he was getting turned on by the willing **** of his own Mother. Only he couldn't stop it. Every moment he watched his horrible cock just throbbed even hotter, until it was standing stiff and pressed against the soft cloth. The only way to stop would have been to look away, but he couldn't do that either. He was hypnotized by what he saw, even though he hated it.

Suddenly the Orc let out this awful, rumbling growl. Her hips bucked up, forcing her cock deeper into the Queen's open mouth. Marcus heard his Mother **** and splutter helplessly, but she somehow kept herself in place, even as that monstrous thing between her lips started throbbing and pulsing. There was this horrible glugging, burbling sound, and thick, white cum sprayed from the corners of her mouth. It was even leaking from her nose now, and she was **** and gagging on it. Her throat tensed and relaxed as she struggled to swallow the warchief's load, but there was just so much of it.

At last she pulled herself free and just collapsed on hands and knees, cum spewing from her open mouth. The Orc smirked in amusement and waved her cock, spraying the last of that massive load over Marcus' mother's back and butt. Thick, drooling cum dribbled down the Queen's pale skin, like a brand of ownership. Watching all this, the young prince shuddered in horror, even as his traitorous little dick throbbed even hotter. How could he be getting off on this? What was wrong with him?

The Queen straightened back on to her knees. Her face was a mess, cheeks streaked with tears, her lips and chin glistening with a horrible mixture of drool and cum. But she sat there with her back straight and glared up at the Orc with that same vicious contempt as before, like nothing between them had changed in the slightest even as the monster's cum filled her belly.

"It's done." She breathed, her voice hoarse and raspy. "Now leave my son alone."

"Oh no." The Orc shook her head, her yellow eyes glowing with sick amusement. "I told you I'd let your calf rest only if you drained my balls of every drop of cum. That was one load. Sure, it was a satisfying nut, but there's plenty more where that came from. Just look." She reached a hand down to her massive cock and stroked the base. The horrible thing had barely even softened after spraying out all that cum, and Marcus watched in shock as it stiffened back to its full, monstrous size in just seconds. She was ready to go again! His horrified gaze drifted down to her huge balls in that dangling sack. How much more cum did they have swelling them up like that? How much more would his Mother have to drink? "Now, if you want to rest, I get that." The warchief smirked, drinking in the Queen's look of horror. "Only any moment my cock isn't buried in one of your holes, it's going up one of your whelp's instead." The Queen paused a moment, panting hard. With a shrug, the Orc gave the chain tied to Marcus' collar a sharp tug. The young prince screamed in shock as he was yanked towards her, then again when one of her massive hands grabbed him by the waist.

"No!" The Queen screamed. She threw herself forward, between Marcus and the Orc's throbbing dick. Her mouth was wrapped around the tip in an instant, and she was already gagging as she tried to **** herself back down that monstrous length.

"Good girl." The warchief purred, awful voice rumbling with satisfaction. She gave the chain another little tug, yanking Marcus up against her muscled leg. Her other hand was still on his waist, and he shuddered in horror as she started groping at his back, her fingers digging into his naked skin. All the while, the young prince just kept staring as his beautiful Mother spluttered and choked on that horrible green dick, his own tiny one harder than it had ever been in his life. He'd never felt more disgusting and worthless, but he knew this awful night was only just beginning.