Yes. Beg for him.

“Yes. Please, I want it,” you whimper out in submission.

“So eager. I like that. You’ll be a popular one around here, I’ll tell ya’ that,” the orc says with a chuckle. “But not before I get a shot at breeding you.”

The cock that is resting at your entrance, overflowing your sense with anticipation, begins to push forward. It parts your tender flower to fit its fat girth. If you were still a virgin, the thick member slowly evading you would have been excruciating. Instead your hole, which has already felt what it means to take orc cock, eagerly pulls and tugs on the green tool.

“That’s it, love. Take it all in,” the orc spurs you on. The thick prick pushes to the very end of your tunnel, making you gasp in both delight and fear. You feel him nestled deep inside you. The hard meat twitches with virile excitement. You roll your head back as the feeling grows more and more pleasant. “Just how I love ‘em—tight as a noose.”

You can’t help but love the feeling of the smooth head deep inside your core, yet you also quake with fear as it remind you of its intent to seed you fertile body.

The orc finally begins to move, pulling out slowly, scrapping your deepest reaches with the flared head of his cock. Your reaction is instant; you groan with lust as he massages your depth from within before pushing back in fully. You yelp as his cock head strikes the entrance to your womb and his heavy sack bounces across your swollen button.

He pulls back and hilts inside you again, making you writhe—making you moan as if you were in heat. He takes his time to enjoy your body and the wanton sounds seeping from your lips. He never starts pounding into you like a crazed animal. He tortuously breeds you, gaining pleasure from watching you submit to his manhood.

You hear him grunt and cackle beneath your own sounds of pleasure. You feel his hot spit land across your back and roll down the small of your back. His fingers hold your ass tight as he uses it to guide you slowly back and forth.

You look up to see the other woman throughout the tent. Everyone is being fucked with various vigor by large, shadowy figures looming behind them. Some are showing fear—other pleasures. You don’t know whether the ones enjoying it were fed the same potion you were, but it mattered little. Whether any of you enjoyed it or not did not change your fate.

You hang your head down, your mouth drops open in rapid gasps. Whatever the orc behind you is doing is working.

“Oh, gods,” you blurt out. The orc adjusts his angle slightly and an even greater sense of pleasure takes hold of your form. Your neck cranes back as your mouth gives out a lengthy moan. Your whole body seems to shudder and twitch as an orgasm slowly tries to boil its way to the surface.

“That’s it, love. Come for me. I’m about to nut, too.” The orc pushes into you with more vigor. His heavy sack now slaps your most sensitive nerve with a resounding beat. That is all it takes to bring you to completion.

Your whole body quakes as you scream out in release. You try to desperately grab for something to take hold of, but the pillory keeps your wrists in place. The orc fucking you pants and groans as he moves quicker and quicker, until he finally pushes deep into your body. His cock head nestles against your womb’s entrance and begins to wildly twitch. He roars out as he releases his pent up seed deep inside your body. You feel him pulse within your depth, spewing more and more cum with every jolt. Your body responds by tugging desperately at the organ with its inner muscles, coaxing more and more sperm out of the shaft.

Your orgasm slowly subsides, yet the orc continuous to pump you full of his jizz. You quickly realize that the orc’s bulbous balls are not simply for show. They have more than enough spunk to stuff your tiny human womb full of orc seed.

The orc’s cock finally abates its **** on your womb. He pulls it out in a drawn-out motion, letting your hypersensitive cunt feel the swollen crown of his dick tug at your inner muscles one last time. A powerful gush of his sperm rolls out of your gaping snatch as he withdraws. You feel the burning hot spunk dribble down your legs. You shutter at the thought. Despite how great it all felt—deplorably so—the thought of being impregnated by this beast made you feel sick.

“I made sure to leave lots of a baby juice inside ya,” the orc taunts you as a gives your rear a slap. You simply yelp at the sudden strike to your tush. “Since you were such a good fuck, I’ll let you in on a little secret. Great honor has been promised for the males who manage to knock up a human. When you give birth to an orc child, we’ll have no trouble identifying the father.” You mostly ignore the orc, your head feeling too light to listen to his chatter. You mostly pay attention to the fiery feeling of your pussy. You notice barely any cum leaking out of it after the initial rush. Perhaps that’s why they set your pillory so low to the ground, so that your raised hindquarters can help trap the orc cum inside.

“I will be the one to plant my seed in you. I will prove that I am the more powerful man,” the orc finishes his self-indulging speech.

“Quit your talking and move over,” you hear someone else say behind you, surely another orc. “I will knock this bitch up proper. You’ll see.” Before you even have time to fully recover, another stiff prick pushes its way past your folds. Your eyes widen at the sudden intrusion. Your cunt is still sensitive from your orgasm, making the intrusion more pleasurable than the last. You cry out in ecstasy as the new orc begin to hump you at a quick and steady pace.

This new lover is much less mindful of your pleasure, but that doesn’t stop you from being pushed to a couple more orgasms before the green creature finally lays his seed in your fertile core. Again, you’re stuffed full of spunk, increasing your risk of conception. However, this orc is not the last, as still a few more take their turn with you and the other women around you.

The effects of the potion fade as the day goes by, making you less willing and receptive to the orcs. That is until you are fed a bowl of warm gruel, which sets your desires aflame anew. The orcs have likely added a few drops of the potion to your food, or perhaps it contains whatever ingredient the potion is made out of. Regardless, it makes thinking of anything but sex difficult. Perhaps it is for the best, as the reality of your situation is one that is not worth thinking about.