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Chapter 9 by ToniDaring ToniDaring

What's next?

Lean in obediently

Whatever awaits your father, you know the best chance for both of you is if you do as you are told. Still holding the Orc Chief's gaze, you nod obediently, nuzzling into his fur loincloth, heavy with his male scent. A compelling scent, you find. You blush, realizing that, although an Orc yourself by blood and upbringing, your Elvish heritage has left you **** - particularly to Orc tribes that only take mates of their own fecund breed.

The Chief grins evilly, noticing your response, and caresses your ear as he arches his hips, making the outline of his massive Orcish cock plain where it thickens under his furs against your cheek. "Oh, good start, boy. Elf blood, hunh? Well, I am a pure-blood, top breeder in my tribe. I have seventeen sons already and all my mates are sick of me. Lucky for me, you came along."

He leads you, not too roughly, over to his own well-appointed tent. A meaty hand grasps your ass through your own flimsy loincloth and, to your embarrassment, you feel your own young cock stiffen, and your butthole twitches. His masculine scent is getting to you.

"Don't do much with boys as a rule, but for you, I think I'll enjoy making an exception and teaching you your new place. And lucky for you, I aim to see you enjoy it. Got a pretty mouth, half-breed. Can't wait to see it wrapped around my cock all night. Of course, that's after I'm done teaching you what the gods gave you a butthole for. Ha, ha, ha..."

He smacks your ass to steer you into his den, but you linger just inside the doorway, letting him crowd in against you, already more interested than you care to admit.

What's next?

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