Yes but...

You're body moves like a puppet under Lady Datura's control, her velvet fingers plucking the strings. It felt good your eyes sampling fine flesh below you and felt the maiden clench around your manhood, the throbbing hold of bucking hips. The pace had quickened and you felt close to spilling hot white seed within the Elves tight sex, her body writing as if trying to bring you off with the simple tilts and sways of her hips.

"I've spent days teaching her to use her body like a true whore, once such a pious priestess now little more than a dumb animal that craves nothing but sex." Datura spoke, further enraging the knight who stared horrified by what you were being instructed to do to this woman. The Lady had been sliding her hands over your smooth skin, purring at the sound of your moans and that of the maiden. A hand venturing between your pert behind circling your puckered fuck-hole; as the Orcs had called it many a lonely night.

As you edge closer to the end that same hand slips further forward between your legs encircling your smooth hairless balls. "You are so soft, its almost unnatural an Orc with skin softer than the finest elven cunt." She spoke only to hold you from thrusting as pained squeal was **** from between your teeth. The pale maiden whined pathetically trying to thrust her hips onto your cock, as **** as one would be to breath when held beneath the water. Datura laughs with a cruel twist "Dear knight, see what she is now... where is the woman you chased for so long? The chaste priestess so pure and noble now wants nothing but cock! Orc Cock even!"

It seemed apparent that Lady Datura wished to **** the Humey's mind whilst testing you, gripping your balls. Forcing yourself not to resist despite the urge to stop her to grab your Mistress' hand and pull it away. Yet you knew better, once you tried to defend yourself from a rather violent lover only to wind up locked in the stocks in the middle of camp... For trying to assert yourself instead of pleasing ONE male Orc you were taken by atleast twenty in his place. You can still remember the stench of acrid Orc cum and the bitter saltiness that was poured down your throat.

Lady Datura patted your rear "Good boi, self control is not an easy thing to train. This Elven cunt is below you my dear remember that she doesn't deserve your seed poured into that filthy womb; you'll finish on her back." Datura leaned you back and let her other hand take your cock between her fingers, soft but firm strokes up and down from stem to tip while her grip on your testicles softened and worked them. The feeling was quite different than what you had experienced before, Chieftan's did not allow you to pleasure yourself it was the place of real ORC's.

Yet here you knelt hands trying to decide where to go while Lady Datura stroked you to completion upon the alluring bare back of this Elven girl. You came moments after she pressed fingers into your tight hole while working your olive green staff, nearly a howling from pleasure as rope after rope of hot white coated the lines of her soft back. The Elven girl did not like that it seemed, her whimpers growing loudly and almost as if weeping for the loss of something... how badly did Datura break her... It was enough to cement the fact that you should not displease the Mistress.

"Very good, we'll leave her with that for a while Twit here is a little sad she didn't get a taste." Twit you would later find was the name of Lady Datura's pet Elf. The cum plastering her back pooling in dimples and defining lines of her muscles and scars.

You were sweating when you were ordered to stand "Very good, now obedience is over with now lets see what is next for your introduction to my harem." She chuckled thinking of what came next, She stood infront of you her hands all over her own body slow teasing strokes between her very own thighs... she smelled of lust but it seemed sweeter than Orc women; your sense of smell was as good as any of your kind and this scent was enough to still the shrinking of your drained cock.

What did she have you do next?

-Test your tongue

-Interrupted by urgent matters

-She uses your boi-cunt (strap-on or she MAY have a cock or magical substitute)

(please comment on which direction to take next, thankyou for reading.)