Yolna becomes an Orc plaything

The Orc chieftan lifted Yolna off of his lap. His cock popped out of her pussy and his cum leaked out of her slit and down her thighs. She moaned, still aching with lust, and rubbed her soaked vagina along his still-hard shaft.

"You are a strong one," Uruk mused. "You will bear mighty sons for our clan."

The other Orcs in the tent chuckled. Yolna looked around for the first time and saw that besides the two hunters who brought her in, there were four guards attending the chief and, almost hidden in the corner, another Orc in dark robes, sitting behind a burning brazier. A shaman, perhaps?

"Warriors!" Chieftan Uruk barked. "Break in our new breeder." He pushed Yolna away, and she tumbled down to the base of the throne. She landed in the middle of the crowd of Orcs and sat up on her knees as the muscular creatures began to unbuckle their belts.

All around her, Orc cocks sprang free of their confines, jutting lewdly towards her. Some already dripped with precum from watching her fuck their leader moments before. A shiver ran down her spine, but whether it was fear or anticipation she did not know.

What she did know is that her vagina throbbed with need at the thought of all these long, thick cocks surrounding her. She licked her lips and straightened her spine, sitting proudly among the six Orcs who were about to fuck her senseless.

But she was Yolna, of the Greywolf clan. She was the best fuck in all the Skorlin mountains, and she was hornier than she'd ever been in her life.

She smiled as the first Orc gripped the back of her head and plunged his shaft between her waiting lips.