Struggle to keep your resolve

No! I won’t give in to these beasts!

“Give it your best you green bastard. First chance I’m cuttin yer throat!”

You spit on the table in front of you.

The orc behind you disregards this and continues to use you as his personal fuck toy. You do your best to ignore the feeling of being taken against your will and direct your attention to Kayo. The cleric seems to be enjoying her treatment by the orc. With each thrust is an accompanying moan or squeak. She thrusts her hips back to meet the orc with each thrust, producing a wet slapping sound each time.

Before long the bearded orc releases an intense series of guttural sounds, and holds himself deep within the human woman who spasms on the table in front of you. He is quick to pull out of her leaving a trail of white cum that drips to the table below. The bearded orc inspects Kayo’s leaking cunt with a curious finger before stumbling out of the tent.

This leaves you with no distraction as your attention shifts back to the orc fucking you. A series of distinct grunt alerts you to what’s coming next.

No! I can’t afford to be a mother for these foul things!

You kick the orc behind you and fall to the ground. You squirm, trying to climb to your feet which is difficult with bound hands. Ultimately you are unsuccessful as the orc catches up and pins you to the ground. Now laying flat he re-enters to you and fucks you harder than before.

“No! No! Bastard!!” You thrash but are pinned under the orc above you. The orc let’s out a long solid grunt as you feel your stomach fill with a distinct warmth.

“Fuck!” Your eyes sting and fill with tears. Whether you like it or not, you’ve been bred by an orc. You remember Syvella’s warning and wish you would have heeded her advice. Your breeding partner picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. He begins to leave the tent. You are helpless as you see your gear being left behind. Your chances for escape shrink by the second and despair darkens your heart.