Hroth Tricks The Orc Queen

"You love every moment of this, don't you?" he said.

"I don't know what you're - haa - talking about," she said, letting an involuntary sigh out halfway through as he began playfully tapping his cock against her asscheeks.

"Sure doesn't sound like it," he said, rubbing his member up and down her pussy lips, now even wetter. No reply came - instead all he heard were her heavy breaths that she was desperately trying to keep from turning into moans. He decided to tease her a little, and reached around to find her clit. He rubbed his fingers quickly along her slit, lubricating it with her juices, before gently and steadily rubbing her clit with his slick fingers, rhythmically playing with it. Her breathing immediately got even heavier, and soon she couldn't help herself from moaning and bucking her hips side to side - he knew she was close to cumming.

And then he stopped.

She looked back at him with desperation. "What are you doing?! Don't stop!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Why is a slave ordering her master around?"

"I - I meant please don't stop! I beg of you!"

"Please? Beg? Nice words to hear, but not enough..."

"Master!" she cried out, "please, let your slave cum!"

He couldn't help but grin. "Why didn't you just say so?"

He gave her ass a light spank before finally letting his member into her warm, tight cunt as she gasped.

He began moving his hips back and forth slowly, exploring the slick depths of her slit as his cock slid in and out, while she moaned beneath him. He couldn't help but admire how her ass would bounce every time he pushed against it, and her pussy lips would cling to his shaft with every backwards and forwards thrust - it was the mark of a woman whose talent was truly in taking cock, and he felt proud of himself for making her realise that. And what a talent indeed! Her pussy was tight unlike any he'd ever had before, and the way she writhed in pleasure and rutted about, moving her hips around as she moaned and sighed was simply divine.

"Oh - oh - fuck! Unh..." she groaned and swore. "I need more - nnn - more of this..."

It was nice fucking her from behind too, since he could see all her back muscles and even her tits swaying back and forth a bit. He gave them a few nice gropes and squeezes as he pounded away, playing with her nipples to make her moan louder, before running his hands all over her muscular body - up and down the sides of her toned waist, against her abs, over her shoulder muscles, through the deep line down the middle of her back and eventually grabbing the sides of her hips as he intensified his thrusting (it was handy that the two dimples above her ass were so well-defined - they made just the perfect place for him to put his thumbs as he grabbed her hips and fucked her twice as hard, and her moans were four times louder).

As he happily pumped away at her pussy, he couldn't help but focus on her brown ponytail, which swayed with every moan and shake that Brenna made. He reached out with a hand, grabbing the ponytail and yanking it back.

"Aah -! Haa... please, master, don't - AH -!"

She cried out in a confused mix of pain and pleasure as the extra leverage made her back bend backwards, making his thrusts go even deeper, his balls slapping against her clit. He felt the walls of her sex tighten and quiver, and knew that she would cum soon. As a reward for being such a good fuck he decided to allow her, pulling hard on her ponytail and giving her tits a final grope as she screamed in pleasure and her walls clenched hard on his cock, her legs shaking.

"YES! OHHH, FUCK!"

The tightness almost made him cum too, but through sheer willpower he managed to keep himself together. Her body went almost limp from the intensity of the orgasm, so he was able to enjoy her while her powerful muscles were not only utterly useless, but also practically out of commission. It made the whole thing more arousing somehow.

After a few more thrusts, he was getting close to cumming. He considered marking her ass with his seed at first, but instead decided to make it clear to her that she was his concubine by finishing inside her. If she didn't get pregnant? Great! If she did? Even better, since that would only legitimise her status as a concubine.

"Get ready, concubine," he said while thrusting. "I'm going to give you my seed."

She turned back, a horrified look on her face. "No, wait, please! I could get pregnant! I'm not ready to be a - "

He ignored her pleas as he felt the tension rise in his cock again, releasing his cum deep into her snatch with a deep grunt, while she cried out in a mix of fear and barely-hidden lust. He gave her ass a quick farewell spank as he pulled his cock out of her cunt, watching a stream of cum dribble out of it. The moment he let go of her hips, she immediately collapsed onto the ground, exhausted.

"Master..." she whined softly. "Why'd you cum inside?"

He couldn't help but laugh. "You are my slave, and my concubine," he said. "Your purpose is to bring me pleasure and bear my children."

"Of course, master..." she said, closing her eyes. She was soon snoring loudly. Hroth was surprised that she was worn out so quickly. Despite all her strength, it appeared she had little to no stamina. He was a bit disappointed he'd only made her cum once, but at this point he wondered if she'd actually pass out in the middle of sex if he tried to make her cum again. He sighed as he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, her naked ass inches away from his face. He had no home country to return to thanks to this bitch, but with the breastband of strength, he could probably figure out something to do...

Three months later - New Gautland, formerly known as Orcheim

"Welcome, welcome!" said Hroth heartily, flinging open the doors of his longhouse to a group of a dozen or so men, all with looks of awe on their face. "You all must be the new migrants from Gaelway, correct?"

"Aye, we are, your majesty, King of New Gautland..." said the oldest, a man with greying hair and a neatly cut beard. He appeared to be their leader. "...I must say, this is the biggest longhouse I've ever seen in all the north."

"Haha, you make me blush with your flattery, sir!" said Hroth. "Do come inside, get out of the cold."

The men obliged, looking around the place, as grand on the inside as the out, with a large, plush throne at the end of the longhouse at the end of a long dining table, filled with all manner of exotic and expensive foods. But what shocked them the most were the naked orc women walking around, offering them little snacks on silver platters while their green tits and asses were exposed...

"These are your slaves, your majesty?" said the grey-haired man. "They are fine concubines."

"No, my friend," replied Hroth with a grin, taking a seat on his throne. "They are your slaves, and your concubines."

"What?"

"Consider it a welcoming gift for coming to New Gautland. You see, when I destroyed Orcheim, I killed all the men and took the women into slavery, just as they had done to Old Gautland a few years back, but that meant I had a dearth of orcish concubines that I had no use for. So everyone who comes here to work gets five!"

The man's jaw dropped. "Five? Five concubines for a common worker!"

"Yep! Don't worry, I have enough! And don't forget - the orcish queen had enslaved many human Gautish women to be her concubines, so when I destroyed the orcs I freed all the Gautish women. There are quite a few, and they tend to be quite young and attractive since the orcish queen apparently killed any concubines too old or ugly for her. Plus they've not felt the touch a man in quite some time, and all want respectable marriages... I reckon there are enough women of marriage material for every man to have three wives."

A murmur spread among the men. They'd all come to be cheap labour and weren't expecting anything more than a bed to sleep on and a hole to die in. Few thought they could get married, and none thought they'd ever have any concubines or slaves, let alone three wives and five concubines - eight women for every man!

A youngster pointed at an orc woman sitting on the bench of the long dining table, clothed in a simple fur breastband and loincloth. She was lifting a very large weight, carefully crafted out of stone and wood, and was of statuesque size and a chiseled form, like that of a warrior.

"You didn't enslave all the orc women, it seems," he said, "and didn't the legends say you were the strongest man alive? Why would you need a bodyguard?"

Hroth laughed. "Young man, that's no bodyguard, that's my concubine!"

The youngster raised a sceptical eyebrow, to which Hroth merely chuckled and snapped his fingers. "Brenna, come here," he ordered.

The orc woman immediately put down her weights, and with a completely neutral expression walked up to the throne. The king of New Gautland ripped off her breastband and loincloth, letting them fall down to the ground, before snapping his fingers again and pointing downwards. She got on her knees and pulled down his trousers, before getting to work sucking his cock, already semi-hard. Her ponytail swayed back and forth as she bobbed her head up and down, and she moaned and made eager slurping noises with every thrust. The men watched in awestruck fascination, especially the youngster.

"She's not my bodyguard," Hroth explained as she sucked away. "She's my concubine. I just let her wear clothes because I like ripping them off, and I let her lift weights so she can keep her toned body."

"Wait, Brenna..." said the grey-haired man. "Isn't that the name of the former queen of Orcheim? The one who enslaved a thousand Gautish women for her own pleasure?"

"Well, this is her," Hroth said, gesturing at cock-sucking orc slave. "I figured this would be a fine punishment for her."

The grey-haired man, blinked, before simply laughing. "A queen's concubines become freewomen, while she becomes a slave! I can't think of a more fitting thing for her crimes! Thank you for having us, King Hroth of New Gautland! I have a feeling life here will be good!" He slapped the naked ass of a passing-by orc slave, prompting her to bend over as he quickly took out his prick and began to happily pound away at his new concubine.

Hroth looked down at Brenna as she expertly sucked his member. She'd gotten a lot better at cocksucking since he'd first captured her, and he'd fucked her a few times up the ass since then too. The multiple fuckings he'd had with her daily had really improved her stamina as well, and she could now take up to seven loads and cum two dozen times a day without passing out. All the defiance and disgust and hatred had left her emerald eyes, and now whenever she looked at him it was with only one thing - lust. Even better, he'd actually impregnated her the first time he fucked her (when he raped her near that bridge three months ago), which not only put a permanent end to her defiance and make her finally accept her status as a slave, but also made her more horny and lewd ever since. He'd even taken her battle-sisters and clan-mother as concubines when he destroyed Orcheim, lined naked them up on their hands and knees, and fucked each of them every day until they were now all bearing his children, and now every single one of them was constantly begging for his cock and seed. A few were even roaming around the longhouse, naked and with his cum splattered across their tits, ass, dripping from their hair and dribbling out of their pussies and assholes as they went about their daily chores. And that wasn't even considering the dozen or so human Gautish women he'd taken as wives when he liberated them - those ones were less fertile than orcs, but constantly desperate to give him a legitimate heir. All with Brenna, the former queen and now his bitch, kneeling before him and moaning as she sucked his cock.

Life here was, indeed, good. And it was good to be king.