You're extremely nervous, and received mixed reviews

You know three things at the moment. The first is that orc cum is mind-alteringly addictive. The second is that you love Isabelle and Miranda, with all of your heart. The last is that if you truly forced them into a life they hated, you needed to know. No matter how much it would hurt you.

You nod to the witch, "Do it. I need to know."

The witch simply smiles in a cocky and mischievous manor. She then rests her hands on top of your mate's heads and starts chanting in a strange language. You hold your mate's hands tightly.

Isabelle and Miranda's bodies then glow in a radiant blue aura, and their faces light up. After a minute, the light dies, and the witch takes several steps back. Both Miranda and Isabelle look around, confusion running rampant in their faces. Your heart can't take much more of this, though you do love them, the fear that they'll hate you is very present.

"Ladies," the witch says, "Step forward and look upon the one who defiled your bodies, and impregnated you."

Both Miranda and Isabelle stand before you and look you over carefully. Their lust for you is completely gone, and you can hardly recognize them as the two mates you've grown to love over the past few months. They study every part of your body, very carefully deciding how they feel about this. They both then run their hands over their pregnant bellies, and you see tears run down their faces. You can't read their expressions at all. Are they happy, are they sad, are they angry? You can't tell.

The witch then comes between them, and rests her hands on their shoulders. "Well, ladies, how does this make you feel? This orc raped and tricked you into submitting yourselves to his desires. He made whores out of you. Sullied your bodies with his spawn. Took you from your friends and family. And defiled your bodies day after day, without pause."

Your two mates are silent for a painfully long moment, and every second they remain so is like pure torture. "I..." Miranda finally speaks up. "I know that by human standards he.. he defeated and raped me. And.. and he made me get Miranda for him.... I will forever hate him for that." Your heart nearly shatters at those words and the witch grins viciously in her victory.

"And you?" the witch asks Isabelle, but before she could respond, Isabelle chimes back in.

"But.. but by orc standards he was the kindest most gentle mate anyone could ask for," Isabelle states confidently through her tears. Your heart swells with the compliment, but you do your best keep quiet while the women you loved figured out their emotions.

"What are you saying?" the witch hisses through gritted teeth.

"What I'm saying is that despite all his many.. many flaws, he does genuinely love us," It seemed Isabelle had gained a chunk of her confidence back, "He never hurt us. When fucking, he was always gentle when we needed him to be," She paused for a moment to think. "From the very start, when he learned that there was another woman I was in love with, he trusted me, and risked everything to keep us together. From other orcs that might have been a play to get another wife, but I could tell he just wanted me happy."

"I would agree with everything she just said," Miranda had shifted to just behind Isabelle, bocking both you and the witch from most of her body.

"Even after you're free of his influences you're still defending him?" The witch looks down right pissed now.

"I never knew anything but pain from men before I met him," Miranda looked about ready to cry. You wanted to comfort her, but you instinctively knew that was a bad call right now, "I suppose he hurt me too in a way, but he helped me get over my crippling fear of men. If that terrified existence is freedom i'll take my overwhelming adiction back," This might have been the most you ever heard Miranda stick up for anyone besides Isabelle. The thought made your heart swell even greater than before.

"But do you love him?" The witch laid her trump card bare for you all to hear, and you move from possibly the highest point in your life to your lowest.

"No," That one word from Isabelle makes you hang your head in shame. You had utterly failed as a mate then. There wasn't much lower you could go, "but a lot of women would kill to have a husband that loves us as much as he does. The entire reason we are here in the first place, with him risking his life in your presence, was because he wanted solve an insecurity I had when the cum was talking. I've decided I'm sticking by his side."

"Where she goes, I go," Miranda quickly chimed in. You had no idea you could go through a rollercoaster of emotions like that so quickly. Maybe it was that the pair had tamed your orcish nature a little, maybe it was that you had picked up a little bit of human in your soul from loving them so fiercely, but something in you broke just then. You think you finally realized what an effect you had had on these wonderful women, and a deep pit of remorse opened itself inside you. You drop to your knees in front of them, and join in the crying.

"I.. I'm sorry for what I did to you.. I..I'll try everything I can to.. to make it to you.. I don't deserve either of you," Isabelle takes your crying head, and cradles it next the bump in her belly. Miranda joins her next to you, and you find yourself sandwiched between your two unborn children.

The witch sighs at the sight of them embracing you of their own free will. "Well, it seems that I lost. A pity. But, I am a witch of my word. I shall help you. If any of you still desire my services that is."

Much plagiarized from parallel threads by Lake_Nine. Fantastic work my dude! Mostly wanted to see how I could play this out for more drama.