The price of pride. (Orc Chieftain Trophy bad end!)

The chieftain kept breeding you for 3 more loads before he was satisfied, his huge balls slapping against your pussy each time as they unloaded into your body. It had been too much cum, and it leaked out around his cock and dripped onto the floor, the feeling making you shiver in pain and revulsion. He let go of your broken body, and you fell to the floor, only dimly aware of him shoving his thick cock into your mouth and ordering you to clean. You obeyed, sucking your combined juices off his sweaty, dirty cock until it was back to it's natural dull shade of green. And then, he grabbed the broken hilt of your once greatsword and shoved it up your ass, laughing cruelly at your sudden cry of pain. And with that, he left you. Gruzzub had obviously seen that your spirit was broken, and that he didn't need to tie you down any longer. You simply stared at the broken, shattered remains of your armour and sword. They were just like your pride and dignity. Shattered into a million pieces.

You didn't even resist when the chieftain returned, covered in blood. The blood of the people you were supposed to save. Clearly he had been raiding, and his blood was up. He fucked you twice more, filling you again, one doggy style and the other holding you reverse cowgirl and simply forcing you up and down his titanic cock until he burst deep within you. Finally, he decided he wanted to sample your mouth, so he throat fucked you until you passed out, and woke up with a belly full of his cum. Not once did he touch your ass, seeming to take great joy in fulfilling your wish not to give up your ass to him, chortling to himself much while he destroyed your once-tight, pink, pure paladin pussy.

You didn't see the outside of the tent for days, as each went by just like this. You served the orc, he went out raiding. He came back, you served him again. There would be meals too, but they weren't common, and weren't tasty. Soon enough however, you were on the road with your new "husband". The tribe had utterly ravaged Barrowden, and they wanted to move on to greener pastures. It was on this trek that you saw your belly begin to swell up. Not with his cum this time, but with his children. You rubbed your belly subconsciously. You didn't react to this with apathy, as you had done with everything the past few days. No, these were your children, and you would do your best for them. You were fucked many times on this journey of course, sometimes just by the side of the road, the weight of many orcish eyes on your pale body as you were bent over in the mud. Sometimes inside a farm the tribe had decided to attack for rest. Not a day went by without taking at least 3 loads inside your pussy or down your throat, but never your ass, which remained plugged with the remains of your sword hilt. Your body started to adjust, thankfully, and the sex wasn't as painful as before, and the chieftain became less abusive. It even started to feel... Good with your husba- with Gruzzub.

Eventually, the tribe settled into a more permanent home. It seemed the Gruzzub wanted somewhere to stay for awhile, as your children were on the way. And, seeing no escape, your mind started to enjoy your life here. You looked at your growing belly with fondness, ignoring your knowledge that many human women do not survive orcish pregnancies. The children are just too large and too numerous. These are your babies. And you will provide for them. And for your husband, Gruzzub.

Your due date comes a few months after. And you survive. The tribe celebrates 3 new orcish pups into the tribe. Giving birth was incredibly painful, and you nearly die from it, but you eventually recover. Each baby is large, and nurses eagerly from your swollen breasts, even larger than usual, making your form amusingly top heavy. It takes you a few weeks to recover, with your lovely husband Gruzzub only using your mouth, showing his endless kindness. Soon enough, you are strong enough to bear another litter, and Gruzzub does not wait. Within weeks, you are pregnant once again.

This is your life now, with your perfect, handsome, strong husband Gruzzub, whom you adore with all your heart. Your favourite part of him are his titanic balls, which you spend hours licking, sucking and cleaning. They are each as big as your clenched fist, and they positively slosh with the amount of cum stored in them. You always make sure that those fat, low hanging nuts are well taken care of every single day. Sex is as constant as it was before, but you look forward to it, and you cum as much as he does. Being with your tribal husband is all that you ever want, and you fully embrace your new life as the orc chieftain's trophy wife. You spend the rest of your days happily mating in the dirt with him, and giving him many strong, smart and capable orcish babies.

Your adventure ends here.