three months later, you and Nell are pregnant

Three months have passed, and the swell of your bellies begin to reveal the silent witness of Orog's dominance.

While Orog talks to one of his guards, he hears you mutter something in disagreement. "What's this?" he mocks, his voice a velvet snare. "Plotting rebellion, are we? How quaint."

You stand your ground, meeting his gaze with unyielding defiance. "You're not sensible, you're cruel and heartless and pig-headed," you declare, your voice unwavering as you test out your own autonomy. "You're driving your guard unit to ruin."

Orog's laughter fills the room, a chilling echo of your determination. "You still don't grasp your place," he scoffs, his tone dripping with disdain. "You're nothing but playthings to me, here solely for my pleasure and amusement. Your opinions hold no weight."

In a surge of fury, Orog seizes you roughly by the arm, his grasp like a vice as he drags you towards the bed. "Enough," he snarls, his eyes ablaze with fury. "I've grown weary of your defiance. It's time I rid you of that insolent attitude once and for all."

Thrown onto the bed with a **** that steals your breath, you gasp in shock as the fabric of your resistance begins to fray. But even as you struggle to regain your footing, Orog descends upon you, his touch igniting sparks of desire beneath your skin.

"You think you can challenge me?" he growls, his voice a low, rumbling threat as he pins you beneath him. "You think you're special? You're nothing but a disobedient brat, and I'll show you your place."

With a smirk that curls his lips like a blade, Orog begins to peel away the layers of your defiance, his touch a promise of pleasure and pain. Your curves are bared to his hungry gaze, the shape of your body laid bare before him.

As his lips brush against yours in a tantalizing dance, teasing and tasting, your body responds with a hunger that defies reason. Each caress is a flame that ignites your desire, fueling the ache that grows within you.

But amidst the intoxicating swirl of sensations, Orog's voice cuts through the haze, a reminder of the truth that lies beneath the surface. "You'll beg for me," he taunts, his words a lash against your resolve. "You'll plead for my touch, and you'll admit that I'm right about everything."

With each word, the walls of your resistance crumble, your defiance giving way to a **** need for his approval. "Please, Orog," you whimper, your voice a broken plea. "I need you. I need you to show me... show me my place."

And as Orog claims you with a primal intensity, his dominance overwhelming your senses, you can't help but surrender to the raw, primal pleasure that courses through your veins. In this moment, there is no room for defiance, only the sweet release that comes from submitting to his every whim.

As Orog's relentless **** on your cunt continues, you're swept away by a tidal wave of raw desire, each savage thrust pushing you further into the abyss of pleasure. Your body quivers with every powerful motion, your cunt clenching around his thick shaft in a **** attempt to milk him for every drop of his potent seed.

"Fuck, Orog!" you scream, your voice echoing off the walls as he pounds into you with animalistic ferocity. "Yes! Give it to me! Breed me like the filthy whore I am!"

Orog's primal grunts fill the air, a symphony of lust and dominance that drives you to new heights of ecstasy. His cock pistons into you with unrelenting ****, each thrust a declaration of his ownership over your body as you writhe beneath him, lost in a haze of pleasure.

"You love this, don't you?" he growls, his voice dripping with primal lust as he dominates you without mercy. "You love being fucked like a worthless slut. Admit it!"

And you do, without hesitation, your words a **** plea for more of his brutal treatment. "Yes, Orog," you moan, your voice hoarse with need. "I'm your fucking slut. Use me however you want. Fill me up with your hot, fucking cum!"

With a triumphant smirk, Orog redoubles his efforts, his cock driving into you with a savage intensity that leaves you gasping for breath. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, your senses overwhelmed by the raw, primal ecstasy of being claimed by him.

Meanwhile, Nell revels in her own pleasure, her cries of joy mingling with your own as she worships Orog's powerful form. She adores him with every fiber of her being, her lips trailing kisses along his muscular frame as she revels in his dominance.

"You're incredible, Orog," she murmurs, her voice a soft whisper of reverence. "I've never felt anything like this before. I'm yours, body and soul."

With a triumphant grin, Orog pulls Nell close, his hands roaming over her trembling form with possessive intensity. "That's right, slut," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "You belong to me now. You're my fucking breeding bitch."

And as Nell surrenders herself to his dominance, her cries of pleasure mingling with your own, you can't help but revel in the sheer depravity of it all. In this moment, there is no room for shame or hesitation, only the raw, primal pleasure of being used by Orog in every way possible.

As he pounds into you with relentless fervor, each thrust driving you closer to the edge of oblivion, you find yourself lost in a haze of ecstasy. Your body aches for release, your senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all as Orog claims you as his own.

Orog's relentless thrusts reach their crescendo, and you can feel the tension building within him, his primal grunts growing louder with each powerful motion. With a guttural roar of ecstasy, he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing with release as he empties himself into your needy cunt.

"Fuck!" he roars, his voice echoing off the walls as he spills his hot, potent seed deep within your trembling body. Each pulse of his cock sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, your cunt clenching around him in a **** attempt to milk him for every last drop of his essence.

You cry out in ecstasy as you feel him fill you completely, his warmth spreading through you like wildfire as he claims you as his own. It's a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, the culmination of all your carnal desires as Orog marks you as his.

And as you surrender yourself completely to the overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing over you, you can't help but revel in the sheer intensity of it all. In this moment, there is no room for anything else, only the raw, primal pleasure of being used by Orog in every way possible.

With one final thrust, he collapses onto you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he catches his breath. You can feel his heartbeat against your skin, the rhythm of his chest rising and falling in sync with your own as you bask in the afterglow of your shared ecstasy.

It's a moment you'll never forget, a testament to the undeniable power of Orog's dominance. And as you lay there, entwined in each other's arms, you can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, this is where you truly belong. Surrendered to Orog's will, lost in the depths of his primal desire, you realize that there is no escaping the undeniable truth of your own submission.

THE END