The young prince is conquered and lost in bliss

Lying sprawled on the floor of the tent, limp and twitching, Marcus could only moan as he felt Shaharza’s massive cock slide back where it belonged between the plump cheeks of his butt and deep inside his tender, stretched hole. She’d fucked him there twice already, stuffing him full of so much cum he felt like he was going to pop. His belly strained, stretched out like he was nine months pregnant, like she really had knocked him up along with his Mother. The thought made him pant hotly, the naughty thrill adding to the searing pleasure of her shaft delving into him once again.

"Fuck...that feels good." The Orc growled hoarsely, driving her cock deep inside his twitching body with a few hard thrusts, until he could feel every hot, hard inch stuffing him full. She was laying over him, supporting herself on her muscled arms and knees. The young prince felt buried under her body, all he could smell was her delicious musk, and he just adored it. He wanted to lie here forever as the warchief's human toy and pet and whatever else she wanted from him! "No matter how many times I fuck this hole, it just gets better and better. Feels like your ass is just molded round my cock, and it's milking me dry with every thrust." She groaned out, her hard hips smacking against the plump cheeks of his butt as she buried herself inside him again and again, filling him up with that massive length.

Marcus came again and again, shuddering and squealing his way through what felt like endless waves of dry orgasms, his pathetic dick twitching and throbbing between his legs. His butt ached with need whenever Shaharza drew back, gaping and begging to be filled, and then when she thrust deep again he felt his hole clench tight around her, squeezing her shaft tightly like it just didn't want to let go. He could feel that massive thing pulsing inside him, the veins throbbing with her heart. The young prince dearly wanted more of her delicious cum, even as it stuffed his belly full and stuck all over his face and chest. The moment when he pleased her and she spent her seed inside him was bliss like no other.

As if in answer to that thought, he felt her drive deep inside his butt and stay there, a hungry, hoarse growl filling his ears. The young prince squealed weakly, his voice nearly gone from all the shrieks of pleasure she'd fucked out of him. He felt even more warm, sticky cum spraying from her cock like a fountain, packing his guts even tighter with her seed. It filled him utterly, leaving him groaning in faint discomfort at the stuffed, stretched feeling of his belly. He almost wouldn't be surprised if she filled his stomach too and it started leaking from his mouth. Of course the sheer, white-hot pleasure made the hints of pain all worth it, as did the warm feeling of satisfaction in knowing that he'd pleased his strong Orc Master again.

His Master...Shaharza was that, wasn't she? She'd told him before he'd be calling her that soon, and she'd been right. He belonged to her, as her cock stuffed his butt, her cum dried on his skin and her musk filled his nostrils that felt more real and true than anything else he'd ever known. Why would he try to run or fight her ever again when this was the kind of pleasure she could effortlessly give his weak, girly body? It felt so right for him to be underneath her, serving her cock, worshipping it with every part of him to give her pleasure. Judging by her pleased reactions so far, he seemed to be far better at that than being a prince after all.

"Damn, that felt good." Shaharza panted above him. At long last, Marcus felt the rock-hard pillar of her cock start to wilt inside him, softening down to a smaller, if still massive size. He felt a flicker of disappointment, knowing that she was probably done with him, but it did mean he'd pleased her well enough. Her hips trembling, the muscled Orc drew back, sliding the slick, cum-drenched shaft free of his cum-filled butt. Marcus buried his flushed face in the canvas floor of the tent, moaning softly as he felt his hole gaped open and dribbling cum. It'd never be the same, he was certain of that now. She'd marked him as hers, in a lot more ways than the tattoo across his thigh. It was the pleasure she'd seared into his body that had left the far truer brand of ownership, leaving him feeling utterly hers. She rose off him then and slipped to one side, kneeling there with her cock drooping down between her massive legs. Marcus moaned again as he felt a massive hand grab him by the shoulder, gently rolling him onto his back. His bleary gaze found her face, golden eyes staring down at him and her lips curled into a toothy smile. "Don't you look even cuter this way, little calf?" She purred. "Good, because I think I'm going to be leaving you like this pretty much every damned night. Can't believe that was your first time taking an Orc cock. A little training in how to use that sweet ass and mouth of yours, and you're going to be something fucking special. Urul's just the first. Soon every Orc in this camp is going to be begging me for a shot at you." Marcus stirred faintly, his mouth flopping open weakly as he tried to speak. Her words, crude and disgusting as they would have seen just a few days ago, now filled him with bliss.

"Thank you...Master." The former prince gasped out, his voice weak and hoarse. Shaharza's smile widened. She didn't even look at all surprised at this utter surrender, like she already knew just what effect her massive cock could have on a weak and submissive boy like him.

"Good little calf." She grunted, reaching down a hand to brush through his sweat-sheened silver hair with her big fingers. "You know what? I'm feeling generous. You get to sleep with me tonight." The hand in his hair darted down along with her other arm, and suddenly she'd grabbed him gently by the waist. Marcus groaned softly as his swollen body was lifted from the floor of the tent and pulled into her chest, his face buried in her big, sweaty boobs. He nuzzled into her, pressing himself into those soft mounds. He didn't even turn to look as she lifted him easily off the ground with her, too exhausted and drained by all that pleasure to care much where she took him. Luckily she just strode over to the pile of cushions at the back of the tent. His Mother still lay off to one side, her pelvis raised up and her body lying limply below, to make sure she got pregnant Shaharza had said. The Queen's dull eyes followed him, but she said nothing, looking exhausted and on the verge of sleep herself. "Here we go." Shaharza laid herself down on top, bringing him with her so that he ended up on top of her huge, muscled body again. Marcus let out a satisfied little yawn. He was very tired suddenly, now he knew she wasn't going to be using her marvelous dick on him anymore. If she had wanted more though, the former prince was sure he'd have been able to keep going all night long! With a faint smile, he nuzzled back into her boobs. "Damn, you're so cute, snuggling into me like this." The Orc rumbled above him, one of her huge hands stroking down his shivering back, slipping down to cup his aching, cum-stained butt for a moment. "I think I kind of like you, little calf. Never thought I'd say that about a human."

"Thank you, Master." Marcus repeated, yawning again. "I like you too...and your...big cock." He blushed faintly as those words escaped his lips. It wasn't too embarrassing though. She had to know how much he'd liked it after she'd felt him wriggling and screaming in pleasure underneath her.

"Course you do." Shaharza chuckled roughly, giving his butt a firm little squeeze that sent fresh tingles across his skin. "Don't worry, you'll be getting plenty more of what I just gave you. For now though, get some rest. I want you nice and perky tomorrow, okay?"

"Yes Master." Marcus whispered. He lay against her, listening to the thumping of her heart through the warm skin of her chest. His eyes fluttered shut, and in moments, the former prince now Orc **** boy, slipped away into a deep and satisfied sleep.