An Orcish Woman

Your door breaks open, the body of one of your own guards breaking through the splintering wood and buckled steel before they fall, dead and motionless, upon the ground. Standing in the doorway is a hulking form. The thing of nightmares from tales your mother uses to tell you to get you to behave yourself as a child. Taller than any elf or human, dressed in bloody furs and a hulking wall of muscles is an orc.

You scream into your makeshift gag. With the door broken you can hear now the faint sound of clashing metal, battle cries and the dim sound of ringing bells. The place is under attack. But how could a single orcish raiding party have penetrated so deep into elven territory? Let alone successfully infiltrate the place. It was impossible. The imperial guards would never fall to such barbarians.

Yet, the proof was before her eyes. Zee'al, the head of her own personal guards lay dead upon her chamber floor and standing in the doorway was the murderer themself, an orc armed with a bloody axe. They step into the dim light of your chamber room and you see something that catches you off guard. Beyond their masculine frame, chiselled facial features and hard, cold, blue eyes are… feminine features.

Prominently their breasts which are bared as they wear little more than a furred loin cloth, a single leather shoulder pauldron with matching bandoleer running between said boobs and a pair of well-worked boots. Her sweptback, black hair looks wild and untamed but you notice that there are braids in it with wooden beads bearing inscriptions and engravings. Your heart races in your chest as her eyes gaze down at your nude, bound form.

"Huh," she murmurs, her voice rough like gravel but with a smokiness to it. She murmurs more words in a language you do not understand. Orcish, assumedly. She shakes her head before lumbering over to you. You try to shuffle or roll away across the bed but you barely manage to move a full inch before her large, strong hand reaches down and grabs you by your hair, then drags you towards her.

Your scream is muffled by the gag as she manoeuvres you about to the edge of the bed before sitting down herself upon your mattress. You feel the whole thing shift as it struggles to take her mass from her muscular body. Her fingers are huge, you can feel her whole hand wrapped around the back of your skull, holding you, single-handedly, like an elf would an apple.

You squirm and struggle against your bindings and her grasp, still trying to scream for help. She places the blade of her axe beneath your throat and shushes you. You freeze and she nods her head. "Good… we have… understanding," she speaks softly and plainly in broken elvish. But it is more of your language than you know of hers, so you are one to talk. "You… crown?"

You shake your head, your hair snagging upon her fingers as she keeps you in her grasp. "Not crown?" She asks, puzzled, before glancing around your room. "Important?" You nod. "Crown… kid?" You nod. "Ahhhh, princess…" The word is pronounced poorly but you put together what she means and nod again. "Me too… I warchief daughter… good… mother claim queen… I get princess… be my… what word? Wife… concubine… sex-slave."

Your blood runs cold as you make those words out. "Mmmmmphhhhh," you exclaim but dare not move an inch as the blade of the axe remains under your chin. You can feel all the blood rushing away from your head as your heart thunders in your chest and your skin becomes flushed and clammy. Every fantasy of this happening to you, the sleepless nights laying awake imagining it, the wet dreams of fates like this… it's all, suddenly, come real and you don't know if it's truly a dream… or a nightmare.

She simply smirks down at you watching your eyes as the scenarios play out in your mind. What is she going to do to you? Marry you? Add you to some harem of other exotic whores she has conquered? Or put you in chains to be fucked and forced to serve her every desire? So many possibilities… and it is all too real, your head is spinning.

She lowers the axe away from your neck and places it aside, jolting you out of your stupor as her hand returns to rest around your neck. You flinch, thinking she is about to choke the life out of you, only for two fingers to press in just under your jaw. It is almost like she is checking for your…

"Pulse… high… heart…" She murmurs in elvish as her hand moves down to place her huge hand upon your chest, the size of it alone almost covering your whole clavicle. "Racing." You feel said organ skip a beat as she says this single word with an underlying growl.

A prickle of shame comes up at having assumed this orcish woman knew nothing of very basic medical practices. For all your high education filled upbringing, a number of biases still remain within you. One of them is the tales of how barbaric and backwards the fabled orcish society, if one could call it that, is. There you go again…

Maybe the true falsehood is how advanced your society considers itself. Or at least, how far above them all it believed itself to be. First it had been conquered by lowly humans in your father's era and now… orcs? It was always preached to you of how even such a simple but important medical observation as checking a pulse being common practice among your people made you civilised.

You cannot help but ask if either assumption is true, then how anyone from outside your society could just waltz into the central power of your grand empire and lay her hands upon the princess of an elven kingdom in the first place. Your thoughts on this matter are sidetracked as her hand moves down further and cups one of your breasts while pressing into the other with the butt of her palm.

"Hard… stiff… rather," she observes as her big fingers rather gently pinch your nipple making you wince. Goddess… you wish she would do more than just touch them like this. Your eyes close as she slowly continues to examine your breasts. Weighing them, switching between them, teasing your nipples, feeling their firmness and sheer size. "Fat tits… good milk… very nice."

You can't help but whimper at her words. You feel like a cow being weighed in the market. Judged and apraised… you are strangely thrilled to have scored well. Her hand leaves your breasts much to your disappointment as it moves down your abdomen. "Good chub… healthy… well fed." Now you really feel like a heifer in the market. Still the pleased smile from the orc makes you swell with equal parts pride and humility.

Her fingers come down to your hips and thighs. "Thick… wide… good birthing… legs? No… hips… yes… good mother someday…" She says things so plainly and openly that the image of being fat with her kin makes you moan into the gag. Her finger probes between your legs and although it is a struggle with your scarves binding you so tightly she manages to fit in a single great, big, green digit.

You moan openly now, the gag barely muffle your noises as her finger pressing in against your wet pussy. "Wet… leaking cunt… pulse… heart… nipples… cunt… skin warm… eyes wide… moaning now… you… slut," she butchers the words more than usual as her own desire is plain to see. You are not the only one with wide eyes and hard nipples. You can feel the latter poking into your back. And her breath becomes ragged while she is practically foaming at the mouth.

She takes you by the hair with her hand that has been cupping your skull and leans down while turning you to face her before kissing you through the gag. You whimper as she makes out with you. The scarf between you doesn't really separate your lips as her mouth is wide enough to open over it and you feel hers against yours. The breath from her nostrils is hot and heavy against your face, her tusks are blunt as they bump against your lips but her teeth sharp as she bites into the gag before pulling back.

She tears through the silk of your scarf with a feral roar and pulls from your mouth your own stuffed panties. It is a surreal move, and strangely hot as she spits the fabric from her own mouth and into your lap. All the while her big, single finger rests against your pussy, teasing it as your legs shudder and you cough to clear your throat. Fuck… the fire within you burns brightly.

"I… Vyvian Axefell… you Princess… Rockwater?"

"Diamonddew…" You correct her, but not the worst translation honestly. "Bridget Dimonddew." You are not sure what to do now. You were not expecting her to ungag you, let alone introduce herself and ask for your name. You answered without thinking, putting as much grace and prestige upon your name as you could manage, given your current circumstances, but what now? Do you scream for help or…

Vyvian provides her own answer to this by leaning down once more and kissing you again. This time without a gag for her to contend with she is able to dominate your mouth. Not that you put up much of a fight as her large tongue invades your orifice. You cannot imagine matching her power as it completely fills your mouth, her lips almost consuming you as the size and strength difference between the two of you is made crystal clear.

What really makes you defenceless against her, is her finger. It wiggles and rubs against your wet lower lips. Putting the right amount of pressure and friction against your poor pussy. It drives you crazy as you moan and whimper into her mouth. You squirm in your restraints not to try and escape them, but just from the sheer amount of pleasure you are receiving. Your whole body aches for her as Vyvian toys with you while you are bound and helpless in her lap.

When she breaks the kiss this time you are breathless and cross-eyed as you moan while trying to hump down onto her single finger. “Slutty Princess,” Vyvian growls and you whimper as she moves her finger off your pussy. “Leaking… down thighs.”

“Please,” you beg, your voice raw and low. "I need…" You don't even know what you are begging for at this point. Well, you know… you just can't put it into words.

"Have… what elf… want," Vivyan grunts at you as her finger moves down along your legs. She pulls the scarves down your thighs and bunches them around your knees. "Spread." You shudder as you do as ordered, spreading your thighs as wide apart as your bound knees will allow, only for her to pull you back further in her lap. You feel the handle of her axe bump against your wide behind. It's so stiff and warm and… twitching?

Your eyes widen as you realise that that is not her axe handle. "Is that a… that's…" The words struggle to get out of your mouth as she reaches down and adjusts her loincloth while hoisting you up like you weigh nothing to her before bringing you down. "Cock!" You gasp as the uncovered member pokes at the back of your thighs.

"Yesssss," Vyvian groans as she tries to shift and manoeuvre you about upon her orcish pride.

"That's… Goddess… it's big!" You exclaim as the more she moves you about on it the clearer picture you get of the organ. It has to be as thick as your wrist, if not thicker and considering how high she has to hold you up… well over a foot or two long in length. "That won't fit in me!" Despite your words, your pussy is practically drooling already upon the mighty rod as she pokes and prods your thighs with it.

"Elf… stretch… elf hole… good stretch… other elves… fit… eventrally," Vyvian answers offhandedly as she grows more and more frustrated trying to work around your bound legs.

"I'm not even a full… I've never… this is… I have never even had a regular… not to say you are not regular but… an elf or human… one my size… cock in me… I am… I'm a virgin… please…" you blabber your whole body on fire as she tries to push you down upon her massive member.

"First time… for… everything," Vyvian simply grunts and then grabs you by the shoulders before yanking you down hard on her.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" You squeal prematurely right before you plunge down upon her mind-boggling huge appendage only for it to miss your pussy completely and luckily slip forward rather than back. You feel it slam between your soaked thighs. Forcing them apart and making your flesh ripple. You cannot help but moan as the huge monster rubs against your pussy.

"Good enough," Vyvian murmurs with a groan only to lift you up and pull your back down again. You both moan this time as she rutts up between your thighs and your pussy pulses against her twitching cock. You can feel the head of that cock bump up against your hanging tits. Fuck… it's longer than you thought… and she claims to have fucked elves with this things? What the actual…

"Fuuuuuuck," you moan as she repeats the action once more. It feels so good. Your body is being used to stimulate her big dick. The veiny, fat member pushed between your lubricated thighs, bumping against your huge tits, rubbing along your chubby belly. You can't imagine it being able to fit inside of you… but thinking of even attempting such a ludicrous action makes you wetter than ever before.

Vyvian seems to appreciate this as her cock becomes caked in your juices, allow her to fuck your thighers faster, smoother and harder than before. She is grunting and moaning behind you. Hands moving down from your shoulders to cup your breasts and using her powerful legs to bounce you up and down upon her lap with ease. She teases your nipples once more, gently this time, drawing the most beautiful moans and whimpers out of your lips as her cock glides between your thighs.

"That… is it… sing for me… sing Princess… want hear… pretty cries…" Vyvian growls into your ear and you shudder. If you were not already close, those words push you to your edge. You can feel her big, fat balls slapping against your ass each time you fall down upon her cock before she meets you with a thrust. They feel so hot and heavy, churning with semen. You can't wait to feel her blow her load.

Her grunts and groans make you think she is not far off either. As if to confirm this, her hands grasp your breasts roughly, pulling and pushing on them to make you bounce faster in her lap. You hiss at her strong grasp but the pleasure of your pussy lips being dragged along her thick shaft far outweighs the pain of her hands tugging on your tits. Soon you feel her balls pulse against your butt and pull back before her cock twitches.

You know what is coming and before it does your own pussy explodes with cum, squirting all over her before she slams you down one last time into her lap and then erupts. Thick ropes of cum are shoot straight between your breasts as she pushes them together upon the head of her massive cock. You can feel her blasting you like a geyser.

She paints the underside of your tits in glue-like, hot, sticky mess before it rains down upon your belly and thighs. You can feel it caking your skin. You are coated in it. Like an iced cake. Your body is drenched in her cum as it coats almost your whole front from you underbust down. You can feel it sticking to your skin like the thickest of lotions. Dribbling down your body slowly and making you a right mess.

Your own body has gone from stiff to fully collapsed in your restraints as the only thing holding you up is her strong hands still upon your breasts. Your breath matches with hers. Slow and deep. Ragged and worn out as she leans back on the bed before collapsing onto your silken sheets. Even she reaches a point of exhaustion.

You can still feel her thick cock twitching between your legs. It has barely softened. Her firm nipples poke into your back. And her muscles are still so solid even when relaxed beneath you. Her hands toy with your breasts playfully, almost mindlessly as you both rest and recover for a moment.

What happens now? You dare not ask her but with a clearer head on after your orgasm… you cannot help but wonder. Has the palace been seized? Will Vyvian keep to her declaration and make you her wife/concubine/slave? What of her war chief mother who she said was to claim your mother? What will become of you?