A Princess and her Orcs (BlueSix x Fadereaper)

[BlueSix]

A white horse sped down the road in the dead of night. Its rider, a prince from a neighboring land, curled up in the saddle to keep the wind out of his face. With a loud winnie, the horse ground to a halt before a set of vast castle gates. Guards peeked out over the parapets at the visitor below. "Oy there! State your name and business!" one shouted.

The prince raised his head, still mostly curled up. "I'm Prince- I'm Prince James! From- from Southunderland! Let me in please! I've had a- a long ride, and- please let me in!"

The guards disappeared. "Please?" the prince murmured again. A stiff breeze bit at his arms, and he folded them to keep warm. Suddenly, a loud *CRACK* made him jump in the saddle. The gates rumbled open, prompting a nervous winnie from the horse. James patted his mount's neck. "It's okay girl, it's okay." With a kiss and a kick, he urged the horse onward.

The castle never seemed particularly imposing in the daytime, but at night, it loomed overhead, casting a blanket of darkness over the already dim light of the moon. It was symbolic, James mused, of the news he bore for the court. He stabled his horse and stumbled in through the citadel gate, where King Alfred and his advisors stood in quiet debate around the throne.

James removed his beret took a knee on the red carpet. The King bade him stand. "I see you come in haste. What brings my future son-in-law to my doorstep at such an ungodly hour?"
The prince stood, squeezing his hat in his hands. "Your- your Majesty, I- I come with bad- very bad news. It- it- it-"
"Spit it out, son," the King gently prodded.

"Orcs are coming!"

Silence.

"Lots of them!" he added.

More silence.

He stretched out his hands. "A huge army! Like- like- THOUSANDS of them! Come- coming this way!"

King Alfred leaned on his elbow and sighed. "A messenger couldn't have delivered this message for you?"

James reddened, and dipped his head. "N-No..."

"I hope this means you brought an army with you."

James shook his head.

The king sighed harder. "Boy, you've got a lot to learn before-" Just then, his advisor whispered something in the king's ear. A moment later, the king barked out a laugh. "Ha! Ah ha! I see, I see! You've come to see your future bride! There's a method to your madness after all. Ha ha!" He beckoned for the prince to sit at his side. "Come. Come sit with me. We shall summon her, as her advice shall be invaluable in our time of need, eh? Eh? Excellent. Guard, fetch my daughter."

The guard bowed low, marched up the stairs and disappeared. James continued squeezing his hat. The King looked down at the nervous prince and smiled. "Ah, the trials of youth! T'was not so long ago my dear, sweet Margaret and I inflamed these very halls with our passionate lovemaking. Her love was like the finest rose, lovely to behold, soft and kind, yet vicious in a way that set my heart a-racing! Those were the days when- ah! Here comes the lady of the hour!"

The court let out a collective sigh of relief as the king interrupted his sordid tale to call attention to the remarkable sight before them. All eyes turned to the figure descending the staircase, and every mouth hung open. The pale moonlight shimmered off her soft white locks, and her skin glistened with such pristine perfection that make-up would only tarnish it. The attractive curve and sashay of her hips, the natural lift and round of her breasts, and the healthy shine of her face complemented her regal stride as she glided down to the throne room.

What made James catch his breath, though, was her eyes. Behind the mask of her sultry expression, beneath the calculated gaze now lingering upon him, lurked a dangerous wit, a playful glint of sapphire heralded only by the subtle lift of her eyebrow.

King Alfred lit up. "My daughter, my beautiful daughter! My pride and joy! Look who has come to see you: 'tis your future groom, Prince James himself! Show him how much you desired to see him!"

At first, James could hardly believe his ears. Did she really yearn to see him? The last time they spoke, it was at a court dinner. He could have sworn she developed a second stomach just to get away from him, as she finished her entire portion at a record pace and left at the earliest opportunity. Even now, her bored stare made his heart sink like stone to the pit of his stomach.
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Vena stared at squeaking mouse of a boy posing as Prince of Southunderland. All the maids had raved about how sweet he was, what joy his innocent face brought to their lives, and what a prude she was not to seize upon this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Why, they'd never see his like again, they said! Good and kind princes who cared about their spouses were so rare that Prince James was like an angel sent from heaven. No, he wasn't like an angel - he was an angel. Such a wonderful gem he was!

Doubtless his dick is as small as his voice. She'd seen his kind before - spineless idiots who'd tasted more pussy than they had food, who preyed upon silly noblewomen with their faux naivete before dumping them in a forgotten alley somewhere to rot. During her visit to his kingdom, she heard whispers about the ladies who courted him. They all praised him with every fiber of their being, worshipped him like a god on earth, and then disappeared from public view entirely. The one such lady she met couldn't even look her in the eye.

Still, Vena decided to play along. She offered up a warm smile and curtseyed to Prince James, allowing her mouth to hang open a little. "Delighted!" she exclaimed, and clasped her hands. That ought to clench it. At least, it earned enough smiles and "D'aww's" to make an actor envious. The important thing was that the Mouse bought it. He squeaked out a "Me too!" and continued pleasuring his hat. Vena glided up to the king and dropped to her knees before him. "Dearest father, pray tell me your will! What may I do for my liege?"

King Alfred patted her head and stroked her hair. "We need your advice, dearest. My son here brings dark tidings, and courage brought him all the way from Southunderland to your side. A vast army of orcs, he says, is coming this way. How far did you say they were, my son?"

James shifted on his feet. "A day's journey, as the crow flies."

The king jolted slightly, taken aback by this unexpected development. To his credit, he maintained his composure. It wasn't his fault, after all, that only half the news was delivered to him. Vena had half a mind to slap James upside the head. The King collected his thoughts for a moment before declaring, "We must mobilize at once. Commander, rally our defenses with all haste."

He braced on the throne, grunted, and rose to his feet. Then he took Vena's arm and escorted her to her feet. "With you by my side, dearest daughter, my advanced age shall not prevent us from tasting victory yet again. James, my boy, arm your blade and come with us. Show your future bride your valor!"

Vena took her place at the King's side. The Squeaking Mouse got little more than a passing glance as she locked arms with her father, as if to say, I'd rather marry this old geezer over you. The thought of spending the rest of her life with either male was an abhorrent one, but at least King Alfred took a genuine shine to her, as he ought.

They stood at the portcullis behind a wall of knights. On the horizon, a thousand orange lights like stars glimmered in the distance. Torches. Vena released a small gasp. The King's arm pulled her in a little tighter.

And the first trickle of fear began its slow crawl up Vena's back.

 

[Fadereaper]

And just as the Prince had said, the army had arrived. In the distance already tearing the landscape and city to the castle asunder in their conquest, torch light showing their advance and machines of war assembled for the conquest. Large warbands all came together under the command of their general to wage this war against their people, large scores of vicious orcs assembled a mighty host to take this castle and conquer it's denizens. The streets, littered with the spoils of conquest, any anyone who tried to put up resistance was cast down. However, now their advance brought them through the fields between and the defenses of the castle and it's protective counter measures. The orcs, carving a path through until the host was assembled in formations proper outside of the walls of the castle.

Large formations and units all started surrounding and assembling their siege engines, getting them in position as the large bestial men started loading the weapons with ammunition. Large trebuchets set up outside of their defenses, and with them all set and ready to siege. It was the loud and guttural roar of their general Morgraul that signaled the attack, as the catapults began firing their onslaught of boulders. Large rocks, flying from them as they flung them with great force and range. Flying as they started colliding with the defenses to batter the upper defenses but their limitation in number showed they had little desire to raise the castle but more to capture it.

So, they fired to damage defenses. The rest of the host of orcs began an advancing march, large groups of powerful orcs advancing as they brought with them a few large battering rams to help batter the defenses and the wooden gate of the portcullis to be be battered apart once its integrity was weakened by flames. The orcs brought the proper munitions to burn it and then the rams would make short work of it, little did they know that it would not be so easily done. However, their sheer numbers gave them the confidence that attrition would win the day in their favor.

The host, advancing and waiting for the success of the destruction of their gate. However, the defensive forces assumed a defensive position in front it would seem. So, the front line of the orc army assembled with their siege munitions taking behind in between the first rank of reserves and the front line. And the large brutish warriors, charged into the enemy and marked the first engagement of this final battle. Large, and massive orcs with brutal weapons designed to intimidate and to flay flesh rushed the line of knights and the assault began!

 

[BlueSix]

The orc army arrived by daybreak. Siege engines, battering rams, and trebuchets threatened the castle walls, and the vicious green hordes intimidated the meager defenders standing before them. Vena moved to the tower, where she leaned on the railing to watch the siege unfold. The wind tussled her hair as she studied the enemy formations. Battering rams were few, but it was telling that they brought more than one - they expected to lose one of them. The siege engines were numerous enough to surround the castle with. The trebuchets, however, stayed pointed at the front gate. The orcs themselves surrounded the castle. A classic strategy. With their numbers, they could probably pull this off. She laughed to herself and armed her staff. Time to make some magic.

Vena stretched out the staff and uttered a spell. The air trembled at her voice, and the whole castle thrummed with power. A hole appeared in the clouds, followed by the signature cone structure of a forming tornado. Before the orcs could save all their trebuchets, the brutal winds tore apart more than half of them. Hundreds of orcs were swept up into the funnel, many ripped asunder by stones and splinters. The few who made it out didn't survive the fall. Vena smiled. That worked better than I expected.
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King Alfred and Prince James looked on in awe at the force of nature decimating their foes. "My daughter is strong, isn't she?" the king crooned. James nodded solemnly. She would make an excellent queen. He was content to merely stand by and watch events unfold. He wasn't disobeying the king's command to "show his valor;" after all, was he not risking his neck just by being here? Was that not courageous? Besides, he was supervising. That was important. Meanwhile, the princess fired off another magic spell, this one a bolt of lightning straight from her hands. He could feel the boom all the way from here. The electricity jumped from soldier to soldier until untold hundreds were melted by its power. Incredible.

Just then, a disturbing CRACK drew all eyes to the wall beside the gate. Instead of breaking through the gate, the orcs wisely realized that the surrounding wall was weaker. Suddenly, James wished he was elsewhere. Walls came crumbling down all around them, and before long, the inner sanctum stood naked before the horde. Knights fought desperately to contain the invaders, but the battle was already over. Before long, all the defenders were either killed or captured. King Alfred, Prince James, and the other courtiers retreated to the throne room to make their final stand.

Meanwhile, a small team of elite orcs ascended the tower to apprehend the princess...

 

[Fadereaper]

The orc army after taking heavy losses, catching sight that the one conjuring her magical spells as someone atop the wall it became apparent who the source was. So, knowing she would be hard to take down the team of orcs given the special task of her capture were an elite team of orc warriors. Specialists and the best warriors the orcs had to offer, so if they could get close enough it would be the best chance to capture her. The team of orcs all having now secured control over the exterior of the castle and its courtyard, the orc team was able to ascend the tower to capture their target. The captain of this group was a large, muscle gutted warrior who made up for his lack of agility with hardiness and incredible strength. He was followed by his fellow warriors of all sorts of talents, but all of them were large and barbaric orcs.

They aided in the conquest of the courtyard and managed to help crush some of the remaining and more impressive members of the defense that held the orcs at bay, yet they too crumbled under the own best the orcs had and sheer numbers. The air filled with the bitter screams of death from the defenders being torn asunder by the brutal weapons and barbaric strength of the orcs.

Ascending the tower they would finally arrive at their goal, barging in on the princess to launch their ambush. The large captain, clad in leather armor and wielding a brutal butchering axe, his obscenely top heavy battle axe kept tame by his sheer strength. Along with his team with various forms of other weapons, from swords, to a few bows. This orc cracked a crooked smile, large tusks jutting from his lower jaw as hw would eagerly state. "So, this the human who be giving us trouble in attack! Well, we did plan on killing the one responsible, but don't think that going to be what we do." He said in his crude english, and deep tone as the orcs moved to restrain her.

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Meanwhile, the orcs who stormed the castle and the throne room were charging after the retreating forces. Killing all who resisted the attack, brutal beasts carving the rest of the way in until finally they stormed the throne room. The elite guards falling one after the other until suddenly the entire castle was under the control of the orcs, the leadership now held hostage and the orcs refusing to let any leave until they decide to do with their prisoners. However, soon the most proper display would be given to the rest of the survivors to fully symbolize this bitter defeat.

 

[BlueSix]

When the tower door shattered, Vena whipped around to see a band of orcs burst through. She retreated to the wall and braced against it, eyes wide with fear. The orc leading the band was a huge one, easily a head or two taller than her, and ripped with muscles from head to toe. He could crush her with his bare hands if he wanted to. Vena clutched her staff, suddenly wishing she'd taken some martial arts lessons or something. Then the leader spoke. "So, this the human who be giving us trouble in attack!" he rumbled. He unabashedly looked her up and down, then added, "Well, we did plan on killing the one responsible, but don't think that going to be what we do."

Vena froze. She was partly relieved that they didn't plan on killing her, but the insinuated alternative was worse. When a couple of the orcs moved to restrain her, she screamed. "No! Let go of me! You can't do this! Unhand me you-" Then one orc pushed her up against the wall and drew his face to hers. "You are a pretty one." As he lifted up her arms to be bound, Vena couldn't help noticing its resemblance to foreplay. Then she made the fatal comparison: The orcs standing before her looked like the men in those trashy romance novels. Like in the novels, the orcs were big, ripped, and masculine. They were attracted to the woman and didn't at all try to obscure the fact. And just like in the novels, they forced themselves onto the woman to resolve her feelings for them.

She risked a glance at the orcs' packages. All of them were huge, easily as thick as her forearm and nearly as long. Their chests, though scarred and caked with dirt in places, were sculpted and powerful. And their faces weren't so bad. Her cheeks flushed, and the fear creeping up her spine transformed into anticipation. What were these new feelings surging through her? She'd never been manhandled like this before. Her newfound powerlessness, far from inspiring fear, left her trembling with excitement. The orcs each took her by an arm and dragged her over to the captain for further instructions.

Vena looked up at the lead orc, and the moment she opened her mouth, the rational side of her brain flew out the window. "Savor your victory, orc, because when I get free, you'll pay dearly for this."

As soon as the words left her lips, she knew she shouldn't have said them. The orc would see it as a taunt, a dare to do exactly what she asked. Since she threatened retaliation on condition of being set free, it stood to reason that they'd have a new incentive never to free her. But perhaps, deep down, that was exactly what she wanted. Regardless, the princess determined never to undermine herself. So she lifted her chin and looked him in the eye, daring him to make his next move.

 

[Fadereaper]

The large and not very well kept orc just looked at her, the only part of his physique that showed any care was the muscles he sported. He was definitely showing dirt and his hair was not the most well kept but he was at least avoiding anything that would get him sick, not as if they crawled out of some cesspool. He simply smiled at her, the words that dripped out would appear if visible as nothing but waves crashing onto a mighty cliff. Or, not even a wave but merely the tide wafting against rock not taking anything away with it. He simply laughed at her words, as if she had any say in her situation or the threat being anything genuine! And just as she was thinking he did confirm, "well then pretty lady, if we don't let you go that can't happen." He mocked as he grunted a few times and pointed at the other two carrying her, giving their orders.

"Gruchaut, Maeroot. Take this one with us, we go make show for the rest of these puny humans and have them watch what happens when you mess with the orcs! She will make, the best example!" The large warrior said, as he then thumped his fists against his chests with a loud 'THUD', showing his strength and power as he not only delivered such a blow but took it. He grinned, staring at her as he would lean in close saying. "I know exactly, what good you are for." He chuckled as he turned about and started down the stairs of the tower, and the other warriors followed in tow.

The two holding her up chuckled holding her, mentally thinking they would be the one lucky enough to use her first. Their leader would choose, but no matter what he had the greatest claim of all for first dibs. So the orcs in this squad all carried her down and once at the base of the tower, all the orcs in the courtyard cheered at the sight of the defeated princess. Carried in restraints through the castle courtyard and toward the main keep that would house the central throne room, all the remaining humans corralled their as prisoners. The leader of this force walking in with her in tow, no doubt creating quite a display for all the nobles and ladies in the room along with her own family. The leader smiled, the defeat absolute and the control he had in this castle now undeniable. The one who posed the greatest threat, was their's now.

The large warrior approached who was no doubt the leader of this land, bearing the look of their monarch. The large warrior with his daughter in tow said grinning wide and glowing with pride, "you must be the human boss. Looks like you got nothing left, and your biggest ace seems to be at our mercy now. I don't know if you have screamed it quite yet, but you best be deciding what you do now that your army is defeated. And you are all our prisoners." He said, anticipating the reaction he would show with her daughter in restraints.

 

[BlueSix]

The court looked on in horror as the orcs dragged the Princess in chains down to the throne room. Thankfully, they hadn't done much to her yet, for she still looked as pristine and beautiful as always. Though, the tight black dress she wore made her look more vulnerable than sexy against the orcs holding her. The leading orc, a vast creature that dwarfed the greatest knights in the Kingdom, grinned and declared to Alfred, "You must be the human boss. Looks like you got nothing left, and your biggest ace seems to be at our mercy. I don't know if you have screamed it quite yet, but you best be deciding what you do now that your army is defeated. And you are all our prisoners."

At their mercy... Vena mused. The thought would inspire fright in any rational person. Any sane woman with half a brain would understand how much danger she would be in, being at the mercy of a whole army of men-things that could break her in half with one hand. But Vena was not completely rational. The idea of being at the mercy of an army of orcs thrilled her. The girl's heart beat faster at the thought of being passed around between hundreds of hot, muscular guys. Ashamed at such unholy thoughts racing through her mind, Vena reddened and dipped her head.

King Alfred, on the other hand, had the opposite reaction. The thought of his only daughter, the brightest light in his life, being used and abused by an army of filthy orcs revolted him. He was prepared to part with his whole kingdom if it meant her safety. But he knew the orcs could just take it all if they wanted. He had nothing to bargain with. If he was to secure a future for his people, he'd have to create something they could bargain with. "I see," he said at last. "The only reason you found my kingdom attractive to conquer is because I ruled it and made it so. You may therefore find it in your best interest to exact from us tribute instead of slaves. What are your terms?"

Vena had a hunch that her body would be on the bargaining table.

 

[Fadereaper]

The large brute was amused by the king's assumptions, to assume he was even in a place to bargain. At the very least, he didn't need the king or these pompous nobles. Rather he, was interested in simply taking what he wants. The large beast approached him and had a wide smile on his face as he would then approach, his hulking mass dwarfing the king easily as he stared down at him before lowering his face to regard the king. The crooked grin beset with his large tusks and other teeth sought to intimidate, and he thought he was easily able to intimidate this man. "Well, now it seems you got a good head on you. But, there were other reasons beyond you puny man. So, we will do what we want with these lands. I don't need you, to give me anything! You see, I make a command and it is done now!"

He said laughing as he turned about and was not entirely sure what he was expecting, but he turned to the orcs holding the princess. "So, if I decided to rub my victory in your face. Even more than I already am, I would do this." He said with a loud snap of his fingers, the orcs at attention to heed their leader! And he would give them the command to do what many had already surmised, "so if I told them to put that princess down and to work they would and you could not stop it."

He said adding to it that he truly could not stop the situation from progressing, and the orcs already had deduced what he meant. And suddenly, she was dropped but caught by strong hands rather quickly. One holding her closer to the ground as he would sit her up on her knees and hoisted her up, as the other orc was already grabbing at the belt that held his britches up and started to pull it off so he could pull his trousers down as the orc General grinned. "So if I told my men to do this, you would have to just watch as it happened. Wouldn't you? So, why don't you keep talking while you watch this scene unfold." He said with a toothy smile, enjoying his power trip.

 

[BlueSix]

After the King made his offer, the orc king retorted, "Well, now it seems you got a good head on you. But, there were other reasons beyond you puny man. So, we will do what we want with these lands. I don't need you, to give me anything! You see, I make a command and it is done now!"
"But that's-" the King began, and was cut off.
"So, if I decide to rub my victory in your face, even more than I already am, I would do this:" The orc snapped his fingers and said, "So if I told thm to put that princess down and to work, they would, and you could not stop it."

The whole court looked on in horror as the Princess Vena was shoved to her knees in front of the orc king. James went stock still as he watched the creature undo its belt. Vena looked back at him, her eyes pleading for some kind of escape. Her curiosity about the orcs was balanced by her disgust at being made to touch the dirtiest part of the body with the most sensitive part of hers. But James, ever the coward, made no move to help her. He didn't even open his mouth to speak a single word in her defense. And when Vena considered that she could have been sucking the Prince's puny dick instead, that was all the motivation she needed. She decided to suck this orc's dick with as much gusto as she could muster, just to piss James off. Even this orc gets more head than you. The thought made her smile a little.

Vena stuck out the smallest bit of her tongue and lightly touched the tip of the orc's cock. Okay, that's a start. Gaining courage, she added a little more tongue. He was sweaty, of course, but surprisingly clean down there. She'd expected to see slime or mold colonies. Perhaps orcs were a little more hygienic than previously thought. Vena pressed her lips to his cock and slowly enveloped the head. Oh. My. Gods. His girth stretched her small mouth to the limit, and its silky texture made her lips and tongue feel at heaven. He made her feel full. Her eyes fluttered closed as she lingered there for a few moments.

When she finally withdrew her mouth from him, she stared at this thing she'd just put her mouth on like it was an alien. Her cheeks flushed furiously, and her heart was racing a mile a minute. I don't understand. Why is this so exciting? I should be humiliated, but he tastes amazing! Why the heck does an orc taste so wonderful? While she pondered these questions, a little bead of fluid formed at the tip that she didn't put there. Precum? Curious again, Vena tasted it with her tongue. It was mostly salty, with a little savor thrown in; not a bad flavor. Of her own free will, Vena dove back on the orc's cock again. This time, she licked and suckled, hoping to draw out more of this mysterious fluid.

The cries of horror and disgust rising around her only egged her on. The idea of a clean, beautiful princess sucking off a filthy brute appealed to her newfound kinky side, and as she watched the pleased and lusting expressions of the observing orcs, she had another fatal thought: How bad could it be if the orcs decided to take me to their lair? Would they make me suck their cocks all day? Or...or would they stick them inside me in other places?

She looked up, met the orc leader's gaze, and gave his cock a long, seductive lick up the shaft. It wasn't an accident that a sleeve fell off her shoulder, either...

For his part, James was now thoroughly upset. His beautiful bride, his perfect princess, was being forced to suck filthy orc dick! The nerve of those creatures! Why, he would tear them limb from limb - if he were stronger. But since he wasn't stronger, he would...he would...find an army! Somewhere! And hit them with it! Just not right now!

 

[Fadereaper]

The orc warriors forming the perimeter defense around their prisoners watched, and what they saw was something that they did not describe as a frightened princess being forced to suck a dirty orc cock like her life depended on it. They saw a more than willing, and even eager princess voluntarily putting her lips tot he task of sucking their leader's cock. It was something that they had seen before, and even though they knew that the humans in the room refused to accept that as a reality and thought about how she was taking to this with great resentment. The leader himself especially could see it in her face, the expression she had was that of satisfaction and true pleasure. He grinned as she put her tongue to the task before she finally wrapped those gorgeous lips around his cock and started taking it into her mouth

The precum would dribble to the top with enough of her work as she sucked on it, the orc let his fingers lace in her hair as he grabbed her head and he would encourage her with more each time she dove down onto his cock. Pushing the pulsing, and vein ridden shaft further in at pace. He didn't need to just slam it all the way in, this was a glorious conquest and he wanted to savor it all. He laughed loudly as the princess sucked eagerly on his cock, and he looked at the King with that same smile. "And that is my point entirely, although it looks like she took to her new job quite well. I bet she is quite enthused by the idea of sucking on my superior cock, I bet her mate is green with envy now that I have her sucking my superior cock." He said looking about, not sure who it was but he was sure he struck a nerve.

The orcs defending their prisoners all watched and enjoyed themselves, and in complete control of the situation still as they kept an eye on the prisoners, anyone attempting to escape would no doubt find themselves on the receiving end of some Orc punishment. Those big weapons, no doubt enjoyed being tested on how few strokes it took to undo a human.

Meanwhile, their leader looked down at the Princess and her face making the complete lewd display of sucking down a dirty orc cock. Sliding her lips down around his cock, as her tongue bathed it in a warm and moist cavern. And this was only the beginning of what she would give, and gain with these orcs. He said, "surprised how well you take to this princess. Truly you are a lewd slutty human princess, if I didn't know better I'd say you were enjoying yourself." He said grinning as he would give her more of that orc cock to slide down her mouth and throat, to give it all to her and make her feel truly full. "Or, maybe I am right and that is how I know better." He kept going on, this woman was truly going to be there's.

 

[BlueSix]

This orc better enjoy my blowjob, because this is embarrassing. As Vena studiously ignored the other people in the room to focus on consuming the orc's glorious cock, she overheard him boasting about her to the king. "And that is my point entirely," he was saying, "although it looks like she took to her new job quite well. I bet she is quite enthused by the idea of sucking on my superior cock. I bet her mate is green with envy now that I have her sucking my superior cock."
Vena was more enthused by the idea of her fiancé being green with envy. And James was, in fact, envious; he watched the princess's luscious lips envelop the orc, and found himself growing hard when he imagined her doing that to himself. He wanted her so badly. He started thinking about ways to "get in" with the orcs so they might let him use her. Unfortunately for him, Vena was thinking along the same lines, but to his detriment.

The orc expressed surprise at her enthusiasm. "Surprised how well you take to this, Princess. Truly, you are a lewd, slutty human princess; if I didn't know better, I'd say you were enjoying this."
As he shoved his cock deeper into her mouth, Vena could only moan her agreement.
"Or, maybe I am right and that is how I know better."
Vena moaned her agreement again. Her eyes fluttered between half-open and shut, unable to decide between watching this beautiful orc pound her and savoring his taste in the darkness. If the amount of precum he was leaking was proportional to the amount of cum he promised to shoot, she was about to drink down a cupful of goodness. Vena slowly dragged her tongue up the tip of his cock to maximize the amount of precum she could taste.

Then his cock began to throb. The end was nigh. Vena tightened her lips around him and crawled closer to deliver a hotter sucking. Sexual pleasuring usually ended upon orgasm; would the pleasure not multiply if he were pleasured while orgasming? She pulled him in as deep as she dared and squeezed him between her tongue and palette.

Vena squeaked in surprise as an incredible load of hot cum spilled into her mouth. It was the most savory treat she'd ever tasted, akin to liquid bacon. As her mouth flooded with the delightful fluid, the princess found herself in the throes of her own orgasm. The more cum she swallowed, the tighter her pussy squeezed, and the more intense her orgasm became. It was almost as if orc cum possessed magical Charming properties...

White cream leaked from the corners of her mouth onto her dress, drawing attention to her swollen tits and erect nipples.

It was then that James realized the truth: the Princess actually enjoyed herself. He let out a high-pitched scream and sank to his knees. Vena gulped down the last of the cum and lolled back her head until she could see the Prince's expression. "Sir Orc..." she murmured, "...I'll make you a deal. Make that mousey human boy your bitch, have your men sodomize him, and both my body and loyalties are yours."

Her lips parted into a sadistic grin.
James's lips parted into a horrified gape.

 

[Fadereaper]

The large warrior of an orc looked at the young prince and scoffed, "I don't recall ever needing your loyalties but it is appreciated. However, I doubt any of my men would find any satisfaction in that so going to have to deny that. I am sure they would much rather just decapitate the little whelp, and then we can just take you anyway. However, you might find it easier on you if you actually find your own enjoyment in this." He said, basking in the glow of having given her a massive load of cum as she had her own orgasm as a result of being throated by the orc. He grinned being entirely in control, he had little interest in obliging her request. So as he was finished with that blow job he quickly picked her up and hefted her over his shoulder so he could carry her off, her body draping over as he would then turn to the other warriors and say. "Well, I guess she can decide what the result will be for the rest."

He said as an orc nonchalantly reached up and smacked the princess on her ass as the orc leader was carrying her, and the leader turned her to face them as he would say. "What do you think, I personally want to tear them all apart and leave them in the remains of this crumbling fortress. They are broken, and no longer a threat. So, it might be even more merciful to let them pass from this. What do you think, princess? About the fate of your people?" He posed, curious at the very least at what she would say, and less about actually heeding her request. He was still wanting to see, how she was feeling about her new captors.

 

[BlueSix]

"I don't recall ever needing your loyalties, but it is appreciated. However, I doubt any of my men would find any satisfaction in that, so going to have to deny that."
James and the court relaxed.
"I am sure they would much rather just decapitate the little whelp, and then we can just take you away. However, you might find it easier on you if you actually find your own enjoyment in this."

James looked horrified, but Vena nodded. As long as they got rid of the little squeaker, she didn't really care how it happened. Suddenly, the orc slung her over his shoulder, earning a surprised yelp from the girl.

"Well, I guess she can decide what the result will be for the rest," the orc declared. He smacked her on the ass, earning another surprised yelp. Then he turned to the court. "What do you think? I personally want to tear them all apart and leave them in the remains of this crumbling fortress. They are broken, and no longer a threat. So, it might be even more merciful to let them pass from this. What do you think, princess? About the fate of your people?"

From her upside-down vantage point, she looked around at the surrounding people, and at James. King Alfred looked at her with profound disappointment. At length, Vena asked, "My father doesn't deserve any of this, and the court has been one of the better ones we've had in a while, so can we please let them live? All but James. James you can kill."

 

[Fadereaper]

The group of warriors all smiled when she spoke, mainly for killing that pathetic human. The orc grinned as he would say, "that will do well enough. We still hold dominion here but we need someone to hold the reins as our lackey, but that puny one gets to die." He said as he bounced her on his shoulder as he turned to one of his champions, another large set orc with rough armor and a large halberd. The cruel and serrated weapon was meant to intimidate, as well as mutilate in the hands of the large orc. He grinned as he approached the tiny human designated to die, he held firmly on the shaft of that massive weapon as he kicked the now squirming whelp onto his back and pressed a massive foot into her stomach.

Once pinned he twisted him for the right angle, before placing the blade of his weapon down against his neck, and then his other foot placed on the top of the blade. And with an efficient stomp he pressed it through and finished off the Prince with a slice of his neck, ending the pathetic worm's life. The orcs were satisfied and many of them would stay to keep control over the castle and it's grounds, while the largest part of the army was already mobilizing. The general, carrying his prize with them as he departed with a select few from the group in the castle to rejoin the majority of their forces. He exited out into the castle grounds, with his prize on his shoulder.