“I’d really like to get my arse pounded like Aleriel just had. It’s been days since the last time. Don’t you just love having a good, hard orc cock shoved up there? Preferably while another one is doing your pussy.”
You blush at her frank, coarse words. She notices, and laughs. “Oh, gods, you mean you haven’t? Have you even been used by more than one of the masters at once?” You shake your head, a little stunned by the erotic images her words are invoking. You can’t deny the idea is appealing.
Miriam grins. “You’re just so cute, Melena.” She pats you affectionately on your naked butt, one finger curling round to tease the hole that’s under discussion. “Well, first thing is to get that little back door of yours rammed. And mine too. Let’s go find someone good to do it.” Still guiding you with a hand gently squeezing your soft ass, she leads you out of the tent.
As you walk through the camp, you hear a burst of raucous laughter. The pair of you turn to find the source.
A ring of orc warriors are standing round a slender elf girl. She’s dressed in what may have been a rich hunting outfit, but her blouse has been torn to shreds, revealing her small but well-formed breasts. Now they – and her torsoe, pretty face, and long white-blond hair – are streaked with copious amounts of orc cum. One of the warriors holds her head, pounding her mouth. Her delicate hand loosely grips another orc’s cock, listlessly and mechanically jerking him off. Her eyes are glazed and fearful.
“Wish we were allowed to fuck her some of her other holes,” one warrior comments.
“Yeah,” another grunts, “but the boss wants her maidenhood for himself. He’ll have you flayed and burned alive if you take them.”
“I know, but damnit… an elf virgin! I thought all those sluts got their cherries popped before their tits budded.”
“Yeah. Fuck, I bet the boss is going to show her what she’s missing. Hope he does it at the banquet, so we can watch her find out what a real man is like. Lucky bitch, I bet she’d prefer it to losing it to some thin-dicked elf.”
Miriam giggles. You’re startled at the sound – you feel nothing but sympathy for the young elf – and when you turn to look, you see she’s grinning again. “Lucky elf. The orc who did it was good, but I’d love to have been made a woman by the warlord himself. I expect he’s going to breed her, he loves to fuck elves. Something in his past, I think. He doesn’t usually give babies to us humans, unless he’s really impressed with how slutty we are. I think you might have done that, though, so maybe we’ll get lucky. Of course,” she adds, tapping your flat stomach, “we’re probably both seeded already, especially given how much orc cum you’ve had poured into your womb.”
Lost in a daze of lust, you hadn’t considered the possibility that the orcs might have knocked you up. The thought that you are now little more than a whore-slave and a piece of breeding stock for the orcs is disturbing, not least in how arousing it is. Miriam mistakes your expression as you look at the poor elf.
“Oh, are you wishing you were in her place? That could be arranged. I’m sure those warriors are just dying to ram some tight holes, especially as they can’t do the elf. Yours would be perfect. Shall I ask them?” |