“Please…No more…”

“Huh? What are you talking about? We’ve only just started. Now come on, move your hips.”

The orcs between your legs begins to guide you by the waist. He raises and lowers you slowly, letting you feel his familiar girth in this new position. Your clit brushes his fat stomach with each pass, making you yelp each time. His cock nearly leaves you fully before you’re brought back down. You feel the swollen head travel up and down your sensitive passage like a knot, making your whole body shudder.

“The other orcs are fools,” the orc below you comments. “They think that fucking as many of you humans is the way to improve their chances at offspring. They spread themselves thin. Focusing all my attention on you is the best way to guarantee a child and fall into the chief’s graces.”

The orc doesn’t have to **** your hips to continue to bounce. You yourself are keeping a rhythm, letting the mating happen using your own strength. As you feared, you’re once more under the spell of the kanga fruit. You wish you cared, but you didn’t. All you want right now is to be taken by this monster hard and fast until he’s stuffing your eager cunt with sperm.

At this rate, you’ll truly become a mother to this barbarian’s child. It isn’t a question of if but when. You do not know this orc’s name, nor does he know yours, yet you allow him to take you—to breed you. The feeling is too fantastic, so much so that you’re having a hard time telling whether it is truly the kanga fruit doing this to you or whether it’s been your own desire this whole time.

You grind the orc eagerly, crying in pleasure. Your bodies are covered in sweat, drawn on by the heat of your passion and the fire beside you. Your breasts bounce to the rhythm of your lust-fueled lovemaking. The orc grabs them in the palms of his hands, kneading them to both of your enjoyments.

“Hey, Leerok. Mind if I take a turn with her?” you hear an orc say beside you. You open your eyes to a slim male standing in front of you, his hand stroking his long hard pricks as he stares at you.

“No, her cunt belongs to me for the night,” Leerok says as you continue to fuck him.

“Come on, I want a go at her tonight as well,” the skinny orc says.

“No,” Leerok responds while trying to continue to focus on you.

“You worried about me knocking her up instead?” the skinny one asks. “If that’s so, then why not prove you’ve got the better spunk by letting me fuck her? If you’re the better man, having me go at her won’t mean much.”

Leerok chuckles, feeling full of himself. “Alright. Alright. Who would I be to back down from such a challenge? However, I plan to enjoy her for quite a bit longer, so you may be waiting awhile.”

“No worries. I’ve got other ways to stay entertained…” The orcs walk up beside you. He takes one of your hands and guides it to his cock, making you wrap your fingers around its lengths—forcing you to stroke as you continue to bounce on Leerok’s cock. He places his hand on top of your head and guides it to the tip of his prick. You wrap your lips around it without protest, letting your moist tongue do the work.

You take him deeply in your mouth, eagerly sucking away as you bounce your hips on the pole imbedded in you from below. Your mind may have had a speck of clarity after your bath, but you feel it has sprung back to the mentality of a mindless slut. You feel like giving a woeful whimper, but you’re too busy filling your voice with moans.

The shameful scene is truly to behold. Very few other kidnapped women are as entranced in this act as you are. You never imagined your life would become like this. A glint of sadness strike your heart, but it is broken not by the intense carnal pleasure, but by a deep yet soft voice speaking out behind you.

“You two, get off of her,” you turn your head to find a man. At first, you mistake him for a human man. But as you focus through your blurry vision, you realize that it is a fair skinned orc. He is just as tall and muscular as his orc brethren, but his skin is that of a human’s. His face appears softer and less gaunt, his tusks much less pronounced. He is handsome not just by orc standards, by human standards also.

“Fuck off, half-breed. I’m trying to enjoy myself here. You can wait your turn like everyone else,” Leerok says to the pale orc. “Hey. Don’t slow down. Shake your hips more,” Leerok tells you as he guides your hips back to their rhythm, breaking you from your attention on the half-orc.

“You will get off of her now. She’s got a lot of spirit, as fiery as the color of her hair. I wish to test that spirit.”

The skinny orc beside you clicks his tongue. “Whatever. I don’t want her that bad. Don’t care for any trouble with one of the sons.” The skinny orc that you are jerking off quickly pull away from you and shuffles off. Leerok, however, remains where he’s at, continuing to fuck you with unrelenting vigor.

“Wait till I’m done, half-breed,” Leerok continues to brush off the half-orc.

“I wish to have her unsoiled by your seed. Now get out of here as well.”

“Just because you’re the chief’s son, doesn’t give you the right to command me. You’re inferior—a half-blood. Rather, you should be taking orders from us purebreds.”

The half-orc glares at Leerok, unable to say anything back.

“You can’t hope to compare to a true orc. She’ll barely feel your tiny dick after she’s experienced mine. Isn’t that right, love? You love the feel of my cock, don’t ya?”

“Yes,” you say between gasps as Leerok gradually picks up the pace. The word just seems to slip from your lips without your conscious effort.

“You want to try her, half-breed? Go ahead…But…First…Watch…As I seed her.” Leerok’s breath quickens and his thrusts become more rapid. You feel him stiffen inside you. Your mind is going crazy. You know he’s about to come. The very thought it pushing you towards your own orgasm. The panting orc below you grunts and grits his teeth until he pushes fully into you. He freezes and throws back his head. His cock is pressed tightly against your cervix. His balls begin to rise. His length twitches. “Fuck!” he yells as he discharges his spunk deep inside your core.

You yourself are instantly set off as your lover’s throbbing member pulses up against your womb, bathing it in his thick, virile cum. You both jerk and thrash as he hold you tight to himself, yelling and moaning in release. The only thing keeping you from falling backwards is the tight grip on your hips. Your back arches painfully as you gasp from the wave after wave of bliss.

After the heat of orgasm subsides, you open your eyes. You see spots as your vision refocuses. You glance over your shoulder, realizing that the half-orc is still there, staring coldly at your sweaty and shaking form.

You feel Leerok reposition his hands to your rump. He slowly lifts you up and off his cock, which pops free with a satisfying slurp. You feel his thick spunk begin to roll its way out of your hole and down the inside of your thighs. Leerok presents you to the half-orc, spreading you from behind in order to allow more of his jizz to bubble forth.

“See this?” Leerok asks the half-orc. “Your pathetic cum can’t hope to compare to a real orc’s seed. Try and breed her all you want, but know that in the end, she’ll be carrying my child.”

The Leerok laughs as he roughly pushes you off, making you land on the ground beside you. You breathe heavily as you lay still in the dirt, lacking the energy to lift yourself. The fat orc that has just fucked you stands up and flicks the last of the cum dripping from his dick on to your sweaty form. “Remember who it is that owns your body,” Leerok says to you before wandering back to the rest of the party.

You continue to lay still, your head dizzy. You notice the half-orc walk up and kneel beside you. “Leerok has no ownership over you,” the half-orc remarks. “No more than any other man here. Come, let us move away from the flames. The heat is bound to make you faint. I have no interest in you if you’re ****.”