Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 13

She had to keep herself from sagging in relief once the confession was made. No last minute moments of stubbornness or pride that would force her to do something she didn't want to do. "I forgive you, for myself, and for the people of Zentara, for the crimes and wrongs you have inflicted. It is clear to me that the true criminal here is Thomas Smythe, the Duke of Swetford. His treason has infected you and many others like a plague. Even still, the trust and faith reposed in your father has been eroded, and I do not believe that either he or you can effectively rule the Duchy of Haverset. I hereby revoke the title of Duke of Haverset from Frederick Welton. But in recognition of his many years of loyal service, and for the many years of friendship that we once shared, I grant it to his daughter, Susannah Welton, who shall now rule as the Duchess of Haverset."

Hopefully this will at least begin to make amends with her, for how I allowed her to be treated for so long. Now she will have the power to not be so treated again, and to prevent others from suffering the same fate. "We have seen much unrest in the Kingdom of late. Some may still hold treason in their hearts, and have wicked designs and schemes. Such people might use the former Duke of Haverset and his sons as a pawn in order to subvert and undermine the Kingdom. Thus, it is with a heavy heart, that I must send you away. You have asked for the chance to make amends, and I give it to you. I charge you to go to the Eastern Kingdoms as my ambassador, to represent the interests of the Kingdom of Zentara there. You shall be paid a stipend for your upkeep and expenses, and to keep you living in a manner as befits your station. Do you accept this charge?"

"I do, Your Highness, though I must plead on behalf of my father, who is not well enough to travel. I will go gladly, but please allow my father to stay here, in the care of his daughter."

"It will take time to make the necessary arrangements for your journey, perhaps it will be time enough for your father to recover." Now comes the hard part. "I will grant you one time to prepare, and for your father to recover." Her eyes drifted through the crowd, until they came upon Katerei and Gorath. They had found her shortly after her confrontation with Cindy while she was looking for them, and come clean about everything. She was surprised and relieved that they did, at least it meant that some part of their feelings were real, at least it meant that she wasn't completely wrong in trusting them.

"It was just a job, before we got to know you" Kat said.

"Let us prove our loyalty My Queen" added Gorath.

Well, they were going to get their chance. Jeanette looked between Kat and Gorath. "Gorath, your contract with Zentara is over, and your company has been paid its wages for service in the war. Will you accept another commission? Will you escort my emissaries to the Eastern Kingdoms, and guard them while there? You will of course be paid handsomely, and receive a stipend for your continuing service."

It would mean exile for the foreseeable future. But they would have plenty of gold to keep themselves well situated, they would have a whole new world to explore, and doubtless plenty of work for the two of them. It would also keep them far away and unable to spread tales about her.

Gorath stood straight, puffing his chest out. "Yes, Your Highness. I will guard your envoys on their mission."

Jeanette looked at Kat a moment. "The expedition will not depart for one year. You are both welcome to remain at court during that time." Under close supervision. That took care of Frederick, Alfred, Katerei and Gorath. Tristan too, he could go with them into exile. She was glad Susannah had stopped pleading for him, and focused on her family. Hopefully, now that she's no longer living in deprivation she's coming to her senses.

"That leaves Thomas Smythe, the Duke of Swetford. He has been the prime mover in this rebellion, scheming with Heste as he always has to betray Zentara for his own benefit. The Duchy of Swetford has always favored Heste, even unto our founding and the Age of War. We can no longer afford to have high lords who cannot be trusted. Therefore, I decree that the title of Duke of Swetford will be revoked and destroyed, and the whole Duchy disbanded." Shocked silence fell upon the room. Such a move was unheard of in Zentaran history. "Certain properties, such as the gold and silver mines shall be confiscated in the name of the Crown, to be operated by the Council of Guilds. The cities, towns, and farmlands I award to the County of Boronia, in reparation for the damage done during the war. Further, I hearby name my husband, Turogg of the Goltenak tribe, to be Duke of the new Duchy of Boronia."

There! Let the now Dukes chew on that. Now for the coup de grace. "Finally, I hearby award the Duchy of Braden ducal status in the Kingdom of Zentara proper, so that the 'Eight Duchies' shall now be Nine."

Angry murmurs arose from the Dukes and Duchesses surrounding her, but she quelled them with a glare. She had just put down a major rebellion and won a war at the same time. For all their power, they were not in the position to argue. Later, perhaps, but for now, the day was hers. And a good day it was.

****

Four months later...

The prison cell was a comfortable one, she thought, but still a cell. A soft bed, silk covers and a heavy fur blanket, plenty of light and furniture to rest on, all the accommodations a Queen could ask for. But she was still a prisoner nonetheless, the captive of a fel, lecherous beast who took delight in sampling her charms and taking liberties with her body every chance he got. But she had a plan to escape. She wrapped her silk robe tightly around herself, but the crimson cloth wouldn't cover her round belly, swollen with a half-orc babe.

She had broken off the leg of a chair, wielding it as an impromptu club before making her way to the door. Before she reached it, the door swung open and a massive orc strode into the room.

"Going somewhere, my Warrior Queen? You don't think I'd just let the mother of my child wander off, do you?" The orc's grey flesh rippled as he strode towards her, his shirt bared to display his rippling muscles.

"You can't keep me prisoner here forever! You may have taken my kingdom, but my army is still out there! I will rejoin them and drive you from my lands!" She raised the leg of the chair and advanced towards the towering orc.

"Hah! You'll never escape, nor drive me out! This is my home now, and you are mine!" He lunged to grab the leg of the chair, but the warrior queen dodged and struck him in the side. His thick, dense, and powerful body absorbed the blow, and in an instant Turogg wrapped his arm around Jeanette's and squeezed, forcing her to drop the length of wood.

"Never!" she cried out and kicked him in the calf. In response, he picked up the Queen and carried her over to the bed while she twisted and struggled.

"Hah! Give up Your Highness! You're now the mother of an orc! The next king of your land will be an orc!" Turogg placed Jeanette on the bed and ripped open her robe. Beneath it, the Queen was wearing a lacey red bra transparent enough to show off her nipples and a matching crotchless thong. Turogg reached into his pants to pull out his long, throbbing grey cock. "This is your future now! Accept it, embrace it! Love it!"

The inhuman cock with the ridges curling around the length leading to the slanted head sent a shiver down Jeanette's spine. Her eyes blazed as she stared at it hungrily, before finally shaking her head no, sending her dark locks flying about her face. "No! You may have seeded me, but I'll never give in!" Jeanette gasped as Turogg grabbed her thighs and forced her knees up.

Turogg gripped his hard shaft and slapped it down on Jeanette's exposed pussy, and then rolled it back and forth over her nether lips. "No? Then why are you already so wet for me? Why does your cunt burn with need for my thick orc cock?" He flashed a grin at her and scraped his tusk against her ankle. Turogg continued to beat the Queen's sex with his cock, making her jump and gasp with every impact.

"That's not, ah! That's not my fault!" Jeanette moaned eagerly as she felt her husband's cock roll over her slit, growing slick with her juices. The ridges curling around the length stroked over her clit, making her shudder in pleasure and causing her to buck her hips upwards and push against his shaft.

"Hah! You're already thrusting against me. You want my cock, don't you? Admit it!"

"N-no! No not true!" Her ragged breath and whimpering squeals betrayed her protestations, and didn't fool Turogg for a moment. The King grinned and moved his cock down, lining the slanted tip up with Jeanette's ass.

"We will see if you still say that after I fill you up again. Your song will change as it always does, slut!" Turogg gripped Jeanette's ass firmly and pulled her into him as he thrust forward, impaling the Queen's ass on this pulsing shaft. The inner walls of her backside parted for his tool as it delved deep, pushing as far inside as he could go. As always, her boy gripped his cock tightly, squeezing and milking the shaft as he held it inside her, letting her body do the work as it shuddered around his member.

"Aaaah! Mmmm! It's so big!" Jeanette threw her hair back as she moaned again, inching her hips higher into the cock, trying to nestle it as deep inside her as it would go. Even though Turogg had been back for months, she was still hot his dick, and eager to get it inside her as much as possible. "Oooh why do orc cocks have to feel so gooood?" She whined insincerely.

"Hah! Because all you human women are sluts for orc cock! You are made to service it, to worship it! Once you feel a thick orc cock inside you all human dicks feel puny in comparison!" Turogg began to move his hips in earnest now, drawing out slowly but then slamming forward in a hard, ferocious thrust to smack Jeanette's bottom with his hips as he drove his hard shaft all the way into her ass.

"Ah! Mmm!" Jeanette loved the feeling of the rod stirring her insides, hollowing out her ass as it pumped in and out of her backside. As the Queen started to move her fingers down to her clit, Turogg grabbed her by the wrist and leaned over her, grinning down at her toothily.

"Ah ah ah, not yet my little warrior queen. Admit it first, say you like my cock, you want my cock. Admit that you love my big orc dick!" Turogg held her hand at bay, using the other to hold her hips steady as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

"Fine! I want it! I need it! I love your big orc cock! I love it when you fuck me! Fuck me!" Jeanette cried out in pleasure as she arched her back, thrusting her hips up in the air again. The weight of her pregnant belly soon brought them down again, crashing her body into the soft bed and sending her large, pillowy breasts bouncing.

"Good girl! Now touch yourself, you horny little slut!" Turogg pressed Jeanette's hand against her sopping wet pussy, and then grabbed her other hand and moved it to her stomach. "Feel it, feel how big and round it is as you touch yourself! Think about how you have an orc growing inside you while I fuck you!" He moved both hands to her hips again and held her tight as he started to slam in and out, thrusting with wild abandon into the Queen's tight ass.

Jeanette eagerly began to rub her clit, her soft fingers circling the button furiously as she pumped her hips up and down, humping her hand and Turogg's cock alike. Her other hand rubbed her swollen belly as she thought about the orc child in her womb. Her husband might not be so enthusiastic about her pregnancy if he knew the truth, but it still excited her. "Nnng! Oooh it feels so good! Ah! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Jeanette knew from her days at the Soiled Dove that most women didn't enjoy anal sex the way she did. But years of successive fucking had loosened her ass enough that it no longer hurt to be stretched by a cock big enough to rub her pussy from inside her ass.

Each clap of Turogg's hips against her backside caused a sharp smack, like she was being spanked. The stinging pain made her ass throb, and sent little tremors of pleasure through her body. Her fingers danced over her clit almost frictionlessly, with her juices making it almost impossible to catch the button beneath her slender digits. Jeanette began to breathe harder as she got closer and closer to orgasm, mewling with an eager, wanton need.

The walls of her ass clenched tightly around his cock, enveloping his shaft in a vice-like grip. Turogg couldn't help but grin in satisfaction as he looked down at Jeanette, legs raised and spread as his cock disappeared inside her bottom. His eyes roamed over her breasts and down to her slit, exposed through the crotchless red panties. Turogg wanted to see more though, he wanted to see all of the wanton woman who welcomed him so eagerly. "Turn around, I want to fuck you like a proper brood mare!"

When the cock slid out of her ass Jeanette gave a needy whine, but turned over onto all fours. It was slow and cumbersome because of her large belly, but she managed it as quickly as she good. Turogg rewarded her by quickly filling her ass with his cock once again. Her new position allowed her to move her hips more, so soon she was enjoying an even greater friction as she grinded into his cock, making his thick, cork-screwed shaft rub into her at different angles.

"That's it, take it Jeanette!" Turogg leaned over her and reached beneath to cup her breast as he pumped in and out of her backside. "Take it you orc-bred slut! That's what you are now, and everybody knows it! Everywhere you go people see your big round pregnant belly and know that you're carrying an orc child! Agh!"

Jeanette quivered as and clamped down on his shaft, clenching her anus around the base of his cock as she slammed her ass into his pelvis. "Aaaaah! Yessss! Ah! Mmm! Oh ah I'm cummming!" Jeanette's ass jiggled as she clapped her cheeks around his cock. A powerful climax rocked through her body, making her writhe in ecstasy as she undulated around his dick. The walls of her ass hugged every ridge and curve of Turogg's shaft as it pushed all the way inside her.

Hot jizz exploded into her bowels as Turogg's cock spewed his sticky seed inside her. He continued to pump his hips madly, riding his climax as he used the spasms of Jeanette's body to milk his shaft for all he had. His large, thick grey hands squeezed her ass and breast firmly, leaving the red imprints of his fingers on her pale flesh. "Nnng! Ah!" He finally exhaled sharply as his cock spent the last of his cum into her bowels. Turogg rolled to one side, pulling Jeanette with him to keep his cock impaled deep in her ass as they cuddled together.

"Mmm. Things are finally starting to settle down. Trodott has established some measure of order in Braden and the Low Counties, the Council of Guilds is happily invested in the new territories, and realizes that their position comes from us, Susannah is pacifying Haverset, and we've established control over Swetford. I think we can finally put the war behind us." Jeanette smiled and nuzzled closer to Turogg.

"Heh, don't sound too pleased Jeanette. It will get boring if things stay quiet." Turogg wrapped his hand over Jeanette's breast and lightly pinched her nipple between his thick fingers.

"Mmm. Well, we only control three out of the Nine Duchies, so to be sure, there is still more to be done. Grotok will inherit Zentara one day, but what about the others? Belkor, Trogar, Frenok, and Dolnog? They will all need lands and titles. We shall have to find some appropriate situation for them, when they come of age."

"They will find their own way. If they are strong, they will carve out a future for themselves. That is how it is done."

That was the orc way, to be sure. Jeanette didn't want to rely on that, though. She wanted to ensure her children's success. They should be free to grab for whatever they wanted, but they would have the backing of the whole Kingdom of Zentara as well. But that was a problem for the future. It would be many years before they were old enough to be ambitious. Until then, they just needed to consolidate their gains. She was sure the rest would sort itself out, eventually. With a smile, Jeanette closed her eyes and cuddled back against her king.