Orc Dominion: Triumph Ch. 07

The orc behind her was still rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks, though the rest of the crowd was starting to get impatient with his antics.

"Fuck her already!"

"Do it or get out of the way!"

"He does this every time, the fuck!"

Bowing to their requests, he gripped Brigitte's hips and lifted them up, bending her over though still keeping her off the ground. He quickly lined up his dick with her puckered rosebud. The slanted tip pressed against it, forcing the muscular rim to open up for it as he pushed it through. Not even worrying about properly lubricating his dick, he slammed it all the way in and began to fuck her furiously.

Brigitte squealed in pain around the dick in her mouth as the orc behind her began violating her. Her ass burned even worse than her chest did! Is this how it's always going to be like? She despaired, or will I eventually get used to it? The pain of her ass being brutally fucked distracted her from sucking the orc's dick, so he took up the slack by grabbing her neck and pulling her roughly down onto his cock.

She sputtered and choked as the twisted orc shaft slid into her throat. The orc began to fuck her, moving in time with the orc between her legs as the thrust back and forth into the princess slave, treating her as nothing more than a cock sleeve for their amusement. Any words Markoz might have said about honoring the princess who chose to be their slave were ignored as they took their fun with her.

Thankfully, neither lasted long. They couldn't, not with the jostling crowd around them eager to get their turn. Both shot their seed inside her, flooding her inside with their gooey cream. In another stroke of luck, the semen pooling in her bowels helped to lubricate her backside, so the cock that pushed inside soon after the first had an easier time of penetrating her body.

For hours she was passed around, with countless orcs taking their turn initiating the newest slave. She lost track of how many had taken her, and before too long the pain had left her numb and nearly broken. In the back of her mind she couldn't help but marvel that on her first day of sexual activity she'd already amassed a tally that would rival those of the weathered harlots in Megdis. Maybe not in Ruar, though.

By the time she came around again she was lying on her back in the mud. Her legs were raised above her, and between her knees she could see Bakra's scowling face as she snarled down at her. Belatedly Brigitte realized that the orc woman was plunging a whole fist inside her gaping and ruined ass. How far have I fallen that I didn't even notice that right off?

Bakra chuckled harshly as she moved her fist in and out of the human woman. "This will put you in your place, slave! The chief may have chosen to honor you with those rings, but you're still nothing but a ruined hole, a sack of meat to fuck and breed with and discard! You're nothing!"

"Nnnng!" Brigitte cried out as her back arched. Amazingly, even having the orc woman's fist in her backside didn't hurt as much as when the first orc had ravished her back there. With all the cum, and the intense anal stretching, Bakra was able to plunge her fist in and out almost quickly as she punished the young woman.

Finally, Makroz appeared and pulled Bakra's hand out of her and threw her back with a glare. "That's enough! It's time for my-our new slave to rest." Makroz reached down to scoop Brigitte up and began carrying her towards his tent.

Brigitte took a deep breath and wiped the tears from her eyes, though that just made it worse as she smeared more cum and dirt across her face. After wetting her lips and clearing her throat, she wrapped her hands on the back of his neck and lifted herself up against his chest. "Now, about my plan..."

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Drauken pulled Melora into his arms as the slender elf girl shivered. Although the tent was warm, the wind was howling outside, and the cold bit deeper than a wolf. He and Melora hadn't been offered quarters in Dromstadt, but he knew it wasn't an insult. At least, it wasn't much of one. Quite frankly, it wasn't safe for an orc to be walking around the city, so he was still camped outside.

"It's alright Melora, you'll warm up soon." Drauken assured her as he gently rubbed her arms. His elfin assistant fit nicely in his arms, forshe was so much smaller than him.

"I know, Master." She replied through chattering teeth. The elfish isles never experienced this kind of cold, nor did the winters in Ruar. It was taking her time to acclimate to the harsh climate of northern Heste. "We have to do something about Princess Jasmara."

One of the fortunate things about being outside the city was that he didn't have to worry about Henry's spies listening in on their conversations. It allowed them to discuss things as freely as they did in Ruar. "I know: what they're doing is no way to treat a princess, a lady, or a prisoner. I've spoken to King Henry, but the fact that the scheme worked in provoking the orcs into opening the gates has only hardened his heart even further."

"Isn't there anything else we can do? Rescue her somehow?" Melora asked as she snuggled up tighter against his large frame. The merchant exuded heat, calling her to press even closer to get fully enveloped in his warmth.

"I've already staged one prison break, and we saw how that turned out." Drauken sighed as he remembered the blood gushing out of King Garrett. "I don't know anything about the castle where they're holding her. It would be folly."

"True, true. If only there were some way to get a message to King Belkor. I'm sure he would be able to arrange a rescue."

"And tell him what? That his sister is being held in Dromstadt? He knows that already. No..." Drauken considered the situation for a moment, "we need to get Jasmara out of the city, and put into a position where she could be rescued."

"But how can we do that?" Melora asked. "Henry is going to keep them wintered in Dromstadt for the rest of winter."

"Yes, yes...unless he has a good reason to send her out."

"Like demoralizing one of the castles still holding out?" Melora asked as she shifted. Her bottom brushed against Drauken's thighs as she turned around to look up at the orc.

"Yes! It worked for him once, why not again? If nothing else, it would demonstrate how powerless King Belkor is to influence northern Heste." Drauken nodded his head in eager excitement. "That just might work, we would just have to convince Henry to do it! And to do that, we need to find a castle that would make a tempting enough target for him."

"What about Altengraf Castle? Its position north of the Bone Bridge makes it a natural staging ground for pushing into Southern Heste next spring. Taking it now would prevent losing any of next year's campaign season to another siege."

Drauken's grin grew wider. "You're a gem!" He laughed and leaned down to kiss her. "I truly don't know what I would do without you. Yes, Altengraf Castle is perfect. It's close enough to the Warne River that King Belkor will be able to infiltrate some men in without detection. Now I just need to convince King Henry!" Drauken thought about it a moment longer as he held Melora in his arms. "We'll have to move quickly though. I need to return south and meet with the Zentaran Dukes."

"So soon?"

"Oh yes. You heard King Henry and that Catabrian barbarian. They're out to kill every orc they can find! For all their big words about needing caravan masters to keep trade flowing with the east, their campaign is going to be ruinous."

"So what do you intend to do? How can the Dukes help?" Melora asked.

"They won't listen to reason, and I'm not in a position to force them to. At least, not yet. I'll need to push up my plans. We can't wait for the Henry and Amelie to be in position: we need to strike now and seize Ruar while we can. With the Dukes behind me, Queen Jeanette and most of the Royal Family in custody, and Ruar in hand, I'll be in a much better position to seek terms with Henry. He won't be able to launch a war of aggression against Zentara once all his enemies have been deposed."

Melora looked up at him with wide eyes. "You're planning to depose the Queen?" She asked in shock.

Drauken scowled, aware that he had revealed too much. But after looking at her, his expression softened. "Yes, my dear. Surely you must have expected something like this. You're an intelligent girl! You must have realized that working with Henry was treason."

"Yes, I know. I just thought that we were trying to lessen the violence. To stop this pointless war before more are killed!"

"We are! At least, that was the intent. Queen Jeanette has upset the balance of power among the Kingdoms. Her ambition for her children has led to countless deaths over the course of her reign. She needs to go. King Henry and Queen Amelie will never accept a peace with her still on the throne." He gave Melora a squeeze. "You know I'm right."

"Yes, you're right. It's just so hard to imagine! But you're right. She helped conspire to put King Trogar on the throne in Deznessuian, and humiliated Queen Lyriena. Zentara needs a ruler dedicated to peace. But who will that be, if not one of the Royal Family?"

"The Eight Duchies will have to decide that after the war is over." Based on whoever is still alive. "We'll have to be careful. I'm placing my life in your hands, my dear. Can I trust you?"

"Of course, Master! I'm with you, in whatever you decide. But do you really think you can succeed? How many of the Duchies are with you?"

"Fullorm, Crovoth, and Testin. I imagine Oxmain won't be too far behind when they see what Augras' magic can do. The key is that Jeanette's and the other Duchies' forces are already committed, while the western Duchies have held back. It will be enough." Drauken held Melora in his arms again and kissed the top of her head. "Listen, we have to be quick. Go back to Henry and arrange another meeting. We need to convince him to launch the expedition to Altengraf Castle, and then depart from here to somehow get a message to King Belkor."

"Yes, it will be difficult. You won't be able to go yourself; how would you explain why you're in Heste instead of touring the caravan routes like you're supposed to be?"

"I'll have to find a messenger of some sort. I'm sure there's a peasant who will deliver it for a few coins." Drauken replied.

"That's a risk though. He may not move fast enough, or be taken seriously by the sentries, or escorted to the King in time to save the Princess." Melora paused for a moment. "I could do it! Master, let me. As an elf, I can claim to be a servant of Belkor's brother, Trogar. It will get me access to the King, I know it will!"

Drauken considered that for a moment. "But why would King Belkor believe that his brother would know anything about what Henry's plans are?"

"Because having a spy in Henry's camp would be just like something King Trogar would do. He's been after him for years after all." Melora leaned up impulsively and kissed him. "Trust me, Master, I can convince him. He'll believe me, I know it!"

"Alright my dear, alright, you've convinced me. It looks like we're in this together." Silence reigned and a vibrant, electric tension built between them. Drauken was still holding onto Melora, and his broad grey fingers were gently stroking up and down the soft fabric of her sleeves. He could see the tiniest quiver in her lips, and a hint of anticipation gleaming in her eyes.

It occurred to him how physical their relationship had become of late, how the casual intimacy had been building between them. But now that their fates were so entwined together it brought them closer still. The merchant squeezed her arms tighter as he drew her in, and when his lips pressed to hers he was rewarded with a soft, almost relieved moan.

Drauken's cock began to swell as he felt Melora open herself to the kiss, and felt her hands slide around his waist and cling to his back. His hands began to explore her in turn, reaching around from her arms to stroke down her sides to the elf's hips. His strong fingers dimpled the fabric of her dress as he squeezed her body, holding and lifting her slightly to give him better access to Melora's lips.

His tongue plunged into her mouth and swirled around the elf's as his hands slid further back to cup his assistant's surprisingly tight and toned derriere. Drauken's tongue continued to dance with Melora's, and he kissed her so eagerly that she gasped in pain as the orc's tusk stabbed into her cheek. "I'm sorry" he murmured, abashed and embarrassed at his carelessness.

"No, don't be. I've wanted this for so long." Melora panted as she kissed him again, then nuzzled her lips over his tusk and tugged it gently with her teeth. Her small hands ran down over his thighs, and then slid forward to press against the thick bulge in his trousers. "Oh, my." She whispered as she traced the length and girth with her fingertips.

Drauken was flattered by her words, and her actions. Has she really wanted me this whole time? But now was not the time for reflection; that could come later. He kneaded her bottom, slowly pushing her cheeks together and pulling them apart as he thrust his hips against her exploring fingers. Drauken's heart began to race faster as he felt her fingers touch his shaft more insistently.

"That's it, now is our chance. Touch me, Melora, however you like." His own fingers abandoned her delightful buttocks and traveled north again until finding the dangling strings tying the back of her dress. Although his fingers were shaking with excitement, he still managed to deftly undo the knot keeping her garment together.

It sagged at the shoulders, and he was quick to finish the deed. He swept the dress down her arms, peeling it from her body and left Melora standing in her shift. Drauken watched her tremble, but he knew it wasn't from the cold raging outside his tent. Almost without thinking his hands raised to the pointed nubs poking against the thin fabric of her undergarment.

Melora gasped as she felt his strong hands stroke her sensitive nipples. Her hands caressed her belly, and slid upward to stroke over the undersides of her breasts and lift them up into Drauken's groping hands. "Ooooh..." she purred again.

"Melora," Drauken rasped, "I need more. I need to feel them directly." His fumbling fingers grasps the hem of her shift and lifted it up, stripping the white undergarment off her body. "Oh, they're perfect. So perfect!" Drauken leaned forward and pressed his face into the elf's bosom.

Her tits seemed large for an elf, and the orc merchant was nearly able to bury his face entirely between them. He immediately started to kiss and lick them while lightly grazing the tips of his tusks over the soft flesh.

His cock stirred as he listened to her gasps of pleasure. So sensitive, and just the nipples! Drauken was greedy for even more of the little elf. His hands descended the elf's body again, cupping her pert ass. But now his thick grey hands were touching her warm flesh directly. He squeezed and kneaded the flesh as he kissed lower down her body. His lips caressed her navel, and his tongue traced a line between her abdominal muscles to the delta between her legs and hips.

"Master!" She cried out as Drauken's tongue flickered over her vaginal lips. "Mmm!" She moaned in delight as her hips pushed forward of their own accord, eagerly seeking out the pleasure that his mouth offered.

The orc master feasted on the elf's flower. Her slick juices coated his tongue, and the young woman's moist pussy opened up for his explorations. Drauken thrust his tongue between them, plunging it deep into Melora's hot folds. He curled his tongue upwards, scooping out Melora's delightful taste as he licked faster and faster. Drauken was so lost in the entrancing nectar that he didn't even notice his tusks scraping along the outside of the elf's sensitive vaginal lips.

"Ah!" Melora didn't seem to mind, however. Despite the pain she continued to roil in pleasure. Her hips bucked into the orc's face as the pleasure grew within her. As her clitoris swelled, Drauken shifted focus to the little nub and began to lick it furiously. His broad tongue covered it completely as it wiped back and forth, caressing the entire surface of the bundle of nerves.

Melora's head spun as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. Finally the effect of Drauken's tongue proved too much, and she careened off the edge into an explosive orgasm. "Master!" She cried out as she gripped the back of his head and held his face tightly between her thighs. Her body pulsed as she rode through the throes of her climax, crying out in delight as the pleasure consumed her.

While still recovering from her orgasm, Melora opened her eyes to see Drauken climbing atop her. His thick shaft probed between her legs, pushing against her wet and sensitive nether lips. The orc was breathing heavily, and her own juices glinted off his lips and tusks as he looked down at her.

"Are you ready, my dear? I must warn you, it is going to be a tight fit."

"I'm ready, Master. Give it to me, please!"

Drauken grinned and leaned down, kissing her softly at first, and then more insistently. His tongue, which so recently had been giving her pleasure plunged into her mouth to dance with her own. Drauken's hands moved to the elf's narrow hips, with one holding them steady while the other continued on to take hold of his cock.

He guided it against the entrance to her folds and rubbed the slanted tip of his dick against the moist petals. A soft groan of satisfaction escaped his lips as he started to add more pressure. Fortunately the shape of orc cocks lent itself to entering tight pussies, and soon his shaft was pushing inside the elf. As the orc's cock got thicker, it pushed her walls wider apart and made them cling to every ridge and valley of his corkscrewed dick.

"Oh! Ah! Mmm!" Melora cried out, arching her back as she felt Drauken's thick girth filling her insides. The way the orc's cock rubbed her insides, which were still aroused from her previous climax, drove her wild with pleasure. She eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in, urging him to enter her deeper and faster.

Feeling Melora beckoning, Drauken thrust his hips deeper, impaling his cock all the way until it found her cervix. He didn't give her time to adjust; she didn't need it. Instead he began thrusting his hips, pumping in and out at a frantic pace. Melora rocked her hips, grinding into his cock and making it stir her insides, giving them both even greater pleasure.

"Oh you're so tight! By the Abyss, this is perfect Melora! You're perfect!" He groaned again as the tip of his dick mashed against her cervix. Her tight walls gripped his cock like a vice, and seemed to suck his cock back in every time he tried to withdraw.

"Ah! Yes! You feel so good Master! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Her toes curled as she clung to Drauken with her thighs. Her hips rocked upwards, riding his dick as she drew herself into it again and again.

Drauken met her movements with his own, drilling down into the tight elf with reckless abandon. His corkscrewed cock slid as deep as he could force it, so deep that it actually began to bend back against itself after slamming into the roof of her vagina. Finally the mashing sensation of his tip against her cervix was too much, and his orgasm exploded out from his dick, bathing Melora's womb with his hot cum.

Melora shuddered in delight and squealed with pleasure as her own climax erupted. She launched her hips up and hung off his waist by her legs as she reveled in the pleasure. Her whole body quivered, and she panted with need, her breasts bouncing and shaking as she trembled in delight.