The Queen must earn her son's safety

For the home of a savage barbarian monster, the inside of the warchief's tent was strangely luxurious. The floor was covered by a patterned rug, the walls painted with scenes of strange, abstract shapes. It was lit by candles hanging from the ceiling, each one suspended in a small wicker basket. The only sign of the viciousness of its owner was the pile of exotic weapons and armor against one wall, bladed edges glinting wickedly.

The massive Orc dragged Marcus and his Mother over to a pile of embroidered silk cushions, then sat herself down there with her muscled legs crossed over each other. She gave the chain one last firm tug, dragging them both closer to her. Marcus almost stumbled over his own feet and fell, but the Queen grabbed him just in time, pulling him firmly back into her body. She moved her son to one side, clearly trying to keep herself between the Orc and him. The young prince shivered, knowing this was wrong. He was the boy, he was supposed to to protect her, but one look at that terrifying monster and he was just too scared to do anything. It made him feel even smaller and more pathetic.

"So, which of you should I fuck first?" The Orc grunted, her lips curling. "The plump cow, soft and yielding, or the cute little calf, innocent and aching to be broken in. Choices, choices." Her finger moved between them, like she was deciding then and there.

"Take me, Orc." The Queen snapped, her voice searing with contempt.

"Offering yourself to save your weak little whelp?" The Orc sneered. "That's brave of you, but what's to stop me from just fucking you both anyway?" Marcus shuddered. He still didn't understand how exactly she was going to **** him, being a female and all, but she was so big and mean he could guess it was going to be horrible.

"You don't need him." His Mother stepped forward, spreading her arms wide. Her thin sleeping gown clung to her ample curves, hinting at what it hid in a way that made her seem even more than naked. Standing back behind her, Marcus found himself blushing despite his terror. "Look at me. You can do with me as you please. I'll make it good for you, Orc." The warchief smiled thinly, shifting on her bed of cushions. Her eyes glowed in the flickering candelight, hot and hungry as they drifted over the Queen. She looked every inch the vicious predator, on the verge of devouring her prey.

"You want to protect your whelp, I can understand that." She drawled, spreading her tree-trunk thighs wide. One hand reached down to the ties of her loincloth, pulling them apart. "And it seems like you just might know your way around a cock. You know what, because I'm in a good mood, I'm going to give you a chance. I won't fuck the boy tonight, provided you can drain every drop of cum from my balls before I get bored of you." The Queen shuddered, disgust and fear in her eyes.

"If it saves my son, then I'll do whatever you want." She murmured, somehow still finding the courage to sound sure of herself.

"Not so fast, pretty cow." The warchief smirked. "Let me show you what you're getting yourself in for first." With that, she swept the loincloth aside and tossed it in the corner.

Marcus froze in place. For a few long moments he was utterly unable to understand what he saw between the Orc's muscled thighs. She was very much female, obviously, but then his eyes were telling him that right there in front of him was a massive soft cock, drooping down over the cushions. It was impossibly big, the spongy head about the size of his own clenched fist. The sheath of foreskin was a darker green than the rest of her, and at the base there was a bush of wiry black hair. Hanging below, her balls were the size of oranges, in a loose, wrinkled sack that dangled down under her menacingly. All her talk of **** took on a new and far more horrifying dimension. She was going...to...with that? His head spun, and he felt like he was suddenly on the verge of vomiting.

"Gods." The Queen breathed, sounding horrified. "What is that?"

"Impressed?" The warchief grinned. "You will be, once I shove it up your wet cunt. A pinkskin breeder's never quite the same after that. Fill her up enough times that way and pretty soon Orc cock gets to be all she can think about." She chuckled cruelly. "You still up for draining my stones all on your lonesome, pretty cow? Fair warning, these twins of mine can churn out enough cum to drown a weak thing like you."

The Queen stood in place, shivering under her thin gown. She swallowed once, her eyes flickering to the terrified young prince still cowering in her shadow. Then she took in a single, deep breath, her breasts rising and falling under their covering of silk, and turned back to face the Orc.