Yes

Viviana saw him grab a jar from her bedside table. He examined it before unscrewing the top and taking a large glob out with his fingers. The salve looked reddish and viscous.

“Lucky. But almost out.”

She watched his hand as he reached between her legs and began spreading the salve between her lips. It tingled and she couldn’t help but moan. He chuckled as she did, inserting one and then two fingers into her hole to spread the stuff inside her. The tingling drove her wild and she could feel the heat growing between her legs. She was dimly aware that he spread some of the salve a little lower too, but she was too lost in squirming under his hand.

The bed creaked as he moved between the witch’s legs, positioning his fist-sized cockhead at her entrance. As he pushed forward, Viviana was grateful for the salve, but still horrified at how much this creature was stretching her. Even with the aperroot, she felt like she was being pushed to her limit.

His cockhead popped inside her and she groaned. The feeling of being entered combined with the tingling was intoxicating. She felt the head of his cock bump against her cervix, and then she felt an entirely new sensation. Her cervix opened to him, letting him directly into her womb. She felt like her guts were being rearranged as he entered her more deeply than anything was meant to enter a woman. He groaned as he bottomed out, pressing his cockhead against her uterine walls. She looked down and could see the massive thing poking up against her stomach.

Slowly, he began to thrust. He never once let his cockhead withdraw farther than her cervix, wanting to keep it inside her womb. The sensations were too strange to be fully arousing, but she couldn’t deny that some pleasure was building. Every vein of his cock rubbed against her inner walls, and that friction was adding to the heat building between her legs.

Suddenly, Kalfr sped up, thrusting fast and short. Viviana knew what was coming. He roared as he **** his full length inside the witch and she could feel his cockhead twitch inside her. He was depositing his seed directly into her fertile womb. She let out a long, soft “Noooooo” as he did, silently begging every god there was to keep her from getting pregnant. The idea of carrying an orc’s seed was distasteful, but carrying the seed of a monster who’d use her and leave her was horrifying. He held himself inside her, ensuring that not a drop of his powerful cum escaped. She twisted against him, desperately trying to pull herself off his cock, but it was in vain. There was no escaping a pole like his.

“If Kalfr, knock you up, you belong to him.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear.

She let out another **** moan. And then the thought crossed her mind: she’d been traded so many times before, what was another master to her? She started to cry, horrified that she’d given up to such a degree.

“You lucky Olgir wants to sell your ass. Kalfr would love to take it. Maybe bid and come back to see you.”

She could hardly imagine a cock like his pressing into her virgin ass. Olgir must be the name of the whoremaster, maybe the one who she’d woken up to. Kalfr dismounted and she could feel her cunt gaping. It squeezed against the air, begging to be filled again. As Kalfr was getting himself in order, she remembered what the orc had said.

“Please… your coin.”

Kalfr snorted. “Probably an advance on you.” He dropped a few coins into the box next to the bed and unceremoniously left, letting the door slam behind him.

Viviana stared up at the ceiling. She hated herself. She felt dirty and used. But primary among her feelings was the feeling that she needed to cum. And that brought her the most shame of all.