The warchief torments them more

The thundering sound of the Orc's heavy footsteps woke Marcus from a light, troubled slumber. Somehow he'd managed to fall asleep against his Mother's naked body after hours of anxious waiting. He'd been so exhausted not even all his terror and the aching discomfort of his still bloated belly stuffed full of cum could stop him. Now he struggled awake, his bleary eyes flickering in horror to the entrance of the tent. The Queen stiffened up, pulling him tighter to her breast.

Sure enough, the warchief's massive body ducked inside, stalking forward like some looming predator. She was smirking as her gleaming yellow eyes found the pair, gleaming white fangs shining the flickering torchlight. Instead of those spiky scraps of armor from before, she just wore her loincloth, her big green boobs bare on her chest. The young prince swallowed anxiously, unable to stop himself from staring at her those two soft mounds.

"Now, isn't that a fine sight to come back to? Two pretty humans with bellies full of my seed." She drawled and Marcus shuddered as her hungry gaze moved over his naked flesh. "Fuck, I'm going to enjoy owning the pair of you." The Queen raised her head, meeting the monster's stare with that same cool disgust. There was no sign of her earlier despair save for a few stray tears glistening on her pale cheeks. The Orc just walked over and sat back down on the pile of cushions, right next to them. She pulled off her loincloth and tossed it away, revealing once again that massive, drooping cock. The young prince felt his nose wrinkle as once again he breathed in her musky scent. It made him shiver and blush all over again. "Got some good news for you." She grunted, leering at the Queen. "Spoke to our shaman, and she's getting the branding ceremony ready for tomorrow evening. Once that's over I get to shove my cock up that tight pink cunt of yours and get you properly bred. Soon enough that belly of yours is going to be full of more than just my cum. You'll be carrying a litter of Orc young too."

"I'll never bear your children." The Queen spat, her voice shaking with bitter rage.

"You're not getting a choice in the matter, my pretty cow." She stretched out her hand towards them and Marcus squealed in terror, burying his face in his Mother's soft boobs. He peeked out the corner of his eye as the Orc reached over him and grabbed the Queen firmly by the cheeks, squashing her lips between them. "You see, you know what I just learnt about you, when you spent all that time **** on my cock? You'll do absolutely anything to protect that weak little whelp cowering in your arms. I am going to breed you, and you're going to lie back and love it, because if you even try to harm my young once they're inside you I'll tie him to a stake outside and let every warrior I have loose on him. He'll drown in cum before they're even half done."

Marcus' Mother shudder against him. He could feel her struggling to stay strong, the tension in her trembling body sending sharp pangs of pain through his helpless heart. Then she slumped forward, and he knew she could pretend no longer.

"You...monster." She breathed, but her voice had lost its fire. Instead, she just sounded lost again.

"Don't get too mad at me." The Orc's hand slipped up to cup the Queen's pale cheek, fat green fingers digging into pale skin. "Your whelp's pretty and he does what he's told. A good ****. I won't do anything to damage him unless you really **** me to. Course if you ever annoy me from now on, I'll punish you both for it, so you'd better be on your best behavior from now on." Marcus felt his lips tremble, fresh tears dribbling down his cheeks. Again, this monster was using him to **** his Mother to submit. He knew he should be speaking out like a brave boy, telling the Queen to keep fighting, that he'd be okay no matter what the warchief did to punish him, but those awful threats just made the words catch in his throat. "Glad we got that settled." The Orc grinned. Her hand slipped down and suddenly it was in Marcus' hair, ruffling through the soft white strands like he was a pet. "Now, I've got a job for the both of you." She continued, stroking him idly as he shivered and his Mother sobbed. "If I'm going to make sure I get the cow good and bred tomorrow, I need my balls nice and full again. I want my two new slaves to make damn sure of that. While I get some rest tonight, you'll each be sucking on them. It'll be a tight squeeze to get you both down there, but think of it as bonding between cow and calf. The pair of you working hard to make sure your new owner's ready to stuff you full of her seed again."

"What?" The Queen spluttered, her horrified gaze flickered down between the Orc's legs, to that massive dangling sack. "You can't be serious!"

"Careful, cow." The Orc sneered, and Marcus squeaked in pain as she gave his hair a sharp tug. "I'm going to lie back now, and if you don't feel your mouth on my balls I think I'll make your whelp sleep with my cock jammed down his throat instead. Who knows, he might not suffocate." Her other hand darted forward and grabbed the young prince by the waist, yanking him forward out of his Mother's arms. In an instant, Marcus found himself lying on top of this monster, her bare green skin so hot and hard against his own. His head was against her boobs, the only soft part of her. He was too terrified to even scream, his little body frozen like a startled fawn.

"No!" The Queen scrambled forward, terror in her eyes. She made a grab for Marcus, but a single hard look from the monster stopped her in her tracks. Out the corner of his eye, the young prince saw his Mother tremble, fresh tears dribbling down onto her naked chest. Blank despair flickered over her face, and she slowly lowered herself down between the Orc's spread legs. Marcus watched, shuddering with aching guilt, as his own Mother pressed her beautiful face against the monster's fat green balls. She was trembling with shame, but kissed and licked that wrinkled skin all the same, utterly degrading herself for this monster's sick pleasure. All because of him.

"Ah, that's the stuff." The Orc grinned. She pulled Marcus up a little, and the young prince trembled as he stared at her scarred face. "You sure do make this easy for me, little calf." She cooed at him, her fingers brushing through his silver hair. The young prince just sobbed, his chest so sore he could hardly breathe. "Don't look so very miserable now. Your Mother's going to learn to love my cock, and so will you. Soon enough, you'll be begging just for the chance to take another of my loads down that sweet throat of yours." Marcus shuddered at her awful words. The thought was sickening, but she spoke with so much certainty. "Now why don't you go down there and help her, pretty boy? Get nice and close to some real breeding balls. Not much like those tiny things you're hiding between your legs, are they? Don't think you could even breed a girl no matter how hard you tried."

Her low mocking laughter rang in his ears, as she shoved him harshly down between her legs. Marcus fell on his butt with a whimper, right next to his Mother. Up close, he could see even more as she rubbed her gorgeous face all over the Orc's musky sack, her pink tongue tasting every inch. It was just awful to watch, but he couldn't look away, not when he was the one to blame for this. He knew he had to help too, make sure the warchief was satisfied so she wouldn't hurt his Mother. He couldn't fight, couldn't protect her any other way.

The Queen's beautiful blue eyes flickered to him as he lent forward towards that fat, swollen sack. She shook her head slightly, but he knew he couldn't stop now. Not if it meant making the Orc mad again. The musky scent was almost overpowering as he craned his neck around the monster's soft, drooping cock. It made his skin tingle and his belly flutter, and even worse his own tiny little dick once again betrayed him, stiffening up between his trembling legs. He **** himself to ignore the sickening shame that sent through him. Instead, he just stuck out his tongue and took his first lick of the monster's balls. Just like she said, they utterly dwarfed his own grape-sized ones. Was she right? Were his too small to even get a girl pregnant?

He heard his Mother sob beside him, but she didn't stop, knowing as he did that the Orc would hurt them both. They were licking either side of that huge, sagging sack and Marcus trembled when he felt the Queen's hand reach around and seize his own. She squeezed his fingers, holding him really tight. It was all she could do, and the young prince sniffled hoarsely, working his trembling tongue along the bottom of one of those huge, swollen balls. The Orc's skin tasted strong and musky too, but the smell was what made his head spin. He couldn't breathe without taking in even more of that harsh scent, making his dick throb and ache. What was she doing to him?

Above them he heard the warchief sigh in pleasure. She lay back against her cushions, her massive thighs spread wide to give them both enough room to fit. Her huge chest rose and fell as she took in long, even breaths, both Mother and Son licking away at her balls as she drifted off to sleep. Not that it mattered. Marcus knew there was still no way for him to beat her. She probably wouldn't even wake up even if he hit her as hard as he could. Feeling his Mother's hand hold his own, he just kept licking, too afraid to stop.