Yes he does, but Shaharza's angry at the delay

Marcus carried one half of a big, wooden tray in his arms, trying to balance the massive pile of roasted meat arranged awkwardly on top. He was sharing the heavy load with an older brunette woman who was really quite pregnant, her big, round belly daubed with strange symbols in blue paint. Nevertheless, she seemed to have no trouble carrying the warchief's meal, while his weak little arms were already trembling under the weight.

He'd been given this job by the surly Orc cook he'd found inside that horrible tent after fleeing from the bullying of the other three. A big, fat monster, with obvious muscle still lurking under layers of flab. She'd snapped at him viciously until he'd managed to explain why he'd stumbled into her kitchen. As soon as he'd gotten the words out, she'd slammed this pile of meat onto a tray and told him to take it to the warchief. When he'd struggled to even lift the meal, she'd scoffed and called over the woman who was helping him now, calling her breeder instead of by a name.

Over the heaped pile of roasted beef, Marcus stared at the pregnant brunette. She wasn't anyone from the castle, and she hardly seemed to mind walking around naked through a camp of Orcs even as pregnant as she was. While she hadn't said a word to him yet, it wasn't hard to guess she'd been a **** a while, from before these monsters had attacked his Kingdom. That meant she was probably carrying an Orc's child. He swallowed anxiously at the thought, knowing that was the same fate the warchief wanted for his Mother. The thought of the beautiful Queen so heavily pregnant, with an Orc daughter inside her swollen belly, made him shiver. It wasn't like there was anything he could do to stop it though. If the warchief had her way, his Mother was going to be **** pregnant this very night after whatever awful ceremony the Shaman was going to **** them through.

With the brunette's help, he managed to carry the tray over to Shaharza's tent. The young prince hesitated, very worried about seeing the scary warchief again, but the pregnant **** didn't give him much of a chance to muster his courage. She pulled the tray along with her through the cloth entrance flap, and he had to stumble after her.

His anxious gaze flickered over the torchlit tent, and he gasped in shock as he saw the looming form of the warchief sitting up cross-legged on her pile of cushions. The sheer size of her muscled body sent a little shock through him, like he'd almost forgotten just how big she was in the few minutes he'd been away. His eyes darted over her swollen shoulders and bulging arms, then her large, green boobs he'd had his face against, and finally down between her massive thighs to where that massive cock of hers waited. A shiver of warm, unwanted anticipation ran down his spine as his gaze moved there, then he saw silver hair and pale skin, and gasped in shock instead.

"Mother!" He squeaked frantically, trembling like a leaf. The naked Queen was knelt between the Orc's legs, her head held there by one huge green hand. It looked like the warchief was pressing his Mother tightly against that big cock again, smearing it all over her beautiful face.

"There you are, finally." Shaharza growled, baring those awful gleaming fangs. "I'm starving, both of you, bring that tray over here." The pregnant brunette nodded once, then started forward, dragging Marcus along with her. The young prince was breathing hard, his heart pounding as he watched this monster **** his Mother again. She was trying to pull away, pressing against the Orc's thighs with her hands, but the warchief just held her there without effort. As soon as the tray was close enough, Shaharza reached out a massive hand and grabbed a chunk of roasted meat. Not even bothering to release the Queen, she scarfed it down in a few huge bites. "Good stuff." She grunted. "Now, what the fuck took you so long, you little shit?" Her golden eyes flashed angrily as they turned to Marcus. The young prince froze in terror, his voice dying in a strangled squeak. "Nothing to say?" She snapped.

"I...didn't..." Marcus stammered, tears in his eyes as the furious Orc glared at him. His hands were shaking so much he could hardly hold the tray of beef in front of her. "It wasn't my fault." The warchief scoffed loudly, then shoveled another handful of beef into her massive jaws, chomping it down in a few huge bites.

"You, breeder." She turned to the pregnant woman, her golden eyes flickering over the markings across that big, swollen belly. "You're Aladi's prize, right?"

"Yes, warchief." The brunette murmured, her voice soft and her gaze lowered, like courtiers had always done when they talked to Marcus' parents.

"Set that tray down beside me and get back to her." Shaharza grunted, but she hardly sounded as angry as when she'd snapped at the young prince. "She'll still need help in the kitchen." The pregnant woman nodded once, then stepped to one side, pulling Marcus and the tray along with her. She laid it down on the floor beside the pile of cushions, then as soon as it was out of her hands, turned and stepped away. The young prince swallowed anxiously as he was left alone with a furious warchief and his Mother. His scared gaze flickered back to the massive Orc, his heart in his mouth. "You know, little calf, when your Mother woke up without you, she freaked out like I've never seen." The warchief snapped. "I had to shove her face in my cock just to make her stop screaming at me. That pissed me off enough, and then you were fucking late with my meal." Her free hand darted forward like a snake, so fast he didn't even see it before her fingers grabbed him by the waist. He let out a strangled squeaking noise as she tugged him closer, her muscled body looming over him. He could hear his Mother's muffled whimpering as she fought to pull her face out of the warchief's crotch. Unlike the Queen, he couldn't even struggle, frozen like a little fawn in the jaws of a tiger. "I'm going to punish you both for this, right now." Shaharza growled, her low, rumbling voice seeming to shake the ground under his feet.