Orc Dominion: Triumph Ch. 13

"Regardless, there is an army here now, so what are we going to do about it?" the fat orc asked again.

"What do you know of this Trogar? What kind of leader is he?" Markoz asked Brigitte.

"He was too young to fight in the second rebellion with Grotok and Belkor. I don't think he's ever led an army at war before." Brigitte closed her eyes to better remember the lessons she had on the orc leaders in her youth. "He's headstrong, and proud. No, that's not entirely right. He is smart and will general from a manual, but he also has something to prove, and can be provoked by wounding his pride."

"He is the father of Augras, the sorcerer" Drauken added, "though they do not get along. There was a falling out, I'm not sure why, and Augras left...only to return with an army of monsters and magical powers. Whatever the reason, Trogar did not want to fight in this war, and has been resisting committing any of his men to the fight."

"He hardly sounds like an orc at all" the fat orc snorted, "no wonder he consorts with elfs."

"This is good though," Markoz said as he nodded slowly, "his heart is not in it. He does not want to spend strength against us. If we give him a reason to withdraw, he will."

"So we must provoke him into making a mistake and taking early casualties, then give him an opening to escape?" Brigitte asked. Bloodying Trogar was good, but she didn't want to drive him back to Ruar where he could redeploy to either Heste or Thesta. It would be better to push him north and bottle him up between the Seven Forts and our army.

"Exactly so. The trick will be to make sure that he doesn't retreat into the city, or linger to protect it or attack us after we sack it."

"Will he answer to the woman who rules Shropfordshire?" Jogarth asked.

"No" Brigitte responded simply. "Trogar may have had some affection for Susannah in his youth, but he is not one to let nostalgia influence political reality."

"Then we don't want to drive them back towards the city, but sweep them from the side. He will want set himself on the defensive, to lure us into charging his spears and crossbows. He will try to provoke us with his orcs, and draw us in." Markoz grunted softly as he thought out loud.

"We have more cavalry then he does. We must fix his horse in place with our own mounted archers, then attack their right flank and drive them north." Brigitte's heart jumped to her throat as she waited to see if any would object to the direction of the battle, but the conversation continued without the others taking notice.

"That will work." Markoz decided. "Once they pull away to the north we can move on the city."

"Meanwhile, I shall return to Ruar. The remaining human Dukes should be in position to seize the city and Greenthorn Castle from within. With the Queen in chains and an army occupying Zentara, Grotok and Belkor will have no choice but to surrender." Drauken rose from his chair looking satisfied.

Brigitte frowned at Markoz's disinterested shrug, but also at Drauken's assurance that it would end the war. That might have been true before the orcs entered Thesta, but the campaign had moved much faster than anyone had thought when the war began. If Grotok and Augras were able to defeat her people's army, the road to Orlous would be open, and if they captured Princess Anne they would have adequate position to negotiate the return of Queen Jeanette.

"Good luck then. You are going to need all the luck you can muster in order to seize the Queen and as much of the family as possible."

"Yes...quite." For a moment it looked like there was something more Drauken wanted to say, but it passed and he left the tent.

"Shropfordshire has been growing wealthy off our trade for years" Jogarth said, a greedy look in his eyes, "now, like a fattened calf, it is ready for the slaughter. I cannot wait to see what treasures we'll find within." The fat orc waddled out of the tent, mind already thinking of how to spend his soon to be found gold.

"He isn't doing nearly enough to warrant the share he's allotted." Brigitte said

"Jogarth is doing what is required of him. Without his influence we wouldn't even be here." Markoz replied.

"You're right of course, my chief. We all have our jobs to do. Jogarth is our spiritual and political leader. You are our warchief, the leader in battle. As for me, I am neither of those things." Brigitte moved towards Markoz in slow, measured strides. "I am your slave, and though I cannot fight with you, I wish to do what little I can to support you." Her leather vest slipped off easily, falling to the floor as she revealed her breasts.

Markoz's dark grey hands covered her fair flesh, and kneaded her tits beneath them. Brigitte moaned softly and pressed her lips to her chief's, nestling them between his sharp tusks. Heavy breaths escaped her lips as they kissed, and her heart beat faster with each passing moment. Brigitte's hands drifted down to his pants, quickly finding his shaft. She stroked and squeezed it, caressing it up and down as she brought him to erection.

His cock formed a lewd bulge, tightly outlined by his pants. Brigitte's fingers danced expertly along it, applying just enough pressure to titillate his member while she kissed and suckled on his lips. "It is not safe for you to take me, my chief, but that doesn't mean I can't take you."

Husky breaths escaped her lips as she kissed down his chin, then neck, slowly sinking to her knees. She repressed the shiver of excitement she felt as her hard nipples rubbed against his chest, instead focusing only on pleasuring him. When she fell between his knees she eagerly brought out his cock and started to stroke the twisted staff. Her hot lips pressed into his sac, kissing his heavy balls.

Markoz's grunt of satisfaction brought a smile to her lips, and she flicked out her tongue to lap between his nuts. Brigitte's hand never stopped stroking his dick, rubbing it along her face as she nuzzled between his legs. Soft, mewling purrs escaped her lips as she kissed, licked, and sucked on his sac and the treasured gems kept within.

"Ah, that's it, Brigitte. You know what I like." Markoz gasped as he placed his hand atop her mousey brown hair, caressing it affectionately while working his hips to rub against her face. His corkscrewed cock pulsed and throbbed as his excitement grew, causing him to pant eagerly.

Brigitte knew not to tease him. She ran her tongue up along the underside of his cock, tracing the twisting pattern before quickly taking the slanted tip into her mouth. The former princess began to suck it inside, bobbing up and down as she worked the shaft around between her lips.

Her dainty hand continued to stroke the base, while the other replaced her lips on his balls. Brigitte rolled them across her palm and squeezed them gently between her fingers as she sucked harder and faster on his shaft. This wasn't foreplay, it was pure service. I must show him what he can come back to. I must show him what he means to me. Kneeling a little straighter, she thrust her chest out and rubbed her breasts around his cock as she tongued the slanted tip of his cock.

She jerked him faster, squeezing the meat firmly between her tits as her tongue lapped away his leaking precum. "Please Master, let me swallow your cum. Let me take it down my throat!" Brigitte moaned heartily as she worked his cock with everything she had available.

"Take it then Brigitte, feast from your chief!"

Brigitte dove down the cock again, relaxing her throat so she could take it inside. She sucked furiously now as she bounced between his legs, fucking her throat on his shaft until it finally swelled and shot his seed right into her belly. She continued to service him, draining him dry. As she pulled up his shaft his last spurt overflowed from her lips and dripped down her chin onto her heaving breast.

"Thank you my Chief. Now go forth, and conquer."

****

Her nipples hardened in the night air as she stalked through the camp. A slight tremor rippled through her, and goosebumps formed on her bare legs as the tunic swept over her thighs. She was naked from the waist down, and her pussy was already tingling in anticipation. This is insane, she thought, though her pace didn't slow. If anything it quickened as the excitement swelled up within her. I can't believe I'm doing this. She had been thinking of nothing else since the battle, nothing except the centaur that her men had taken prisoner. Amelie always knew that she was going to fuck the next prisoner they found, hoping it would scratch her itch and give her the satisfaction she craved.

The Princess-Knight hadn't expected a centaur though, and the thought had given her pause at first. Then she remembered the sight of their massive, muscular bodies and her imagination turned to the size of their cocks. It had been intimidating, but Amelie always loved a challenge. Indeed, the lewd voice in the back of her mind convinced her that she needed to overcome it as a matter of pride!

Stars twinkled brightly in the sky above her like a million tiny eyes, all watching her and what she was about to do. The thought sent a perverse thrill through her, even as she feared and dreaded the thought of one of her men catching her in the act with the prisoner.

Fortunately, most of her army was encamped outside the small village of Mirmeil that had been abandoned as the orcs approached. They're probably all in Orlous now, safe behind the walls. At least, I hope they are. The prisoner had been confined in the village's stable, with men posted outside to prevent any escape.

I should have dressed, then at least I could have sent the men away...now I'll have to be quiet. Amelie's fingers drifted over her nipples as the thought of letting loose, screaming in pleasure for all to hear consumed her imagination. Her other hand slid beneath her shirt as she crouched beside the blacksmith shop, stroking her pussy gently as she considered the best way to sneak into the building.

At least I had the presence of mind to not allow any of the guards inside the stable. She glanced to the side of the building, and saw an overturned barrel next to a window. That's it, she thought. Amelie crept silently in the shadows, hugging the wall of the shop as she circled out of the line of sight of the guards. When the coast was clear, she sprinted forward, gliding like a mare, silent on her bare feet as she ran to the stable, then quickly scrambled hopped on the barrel and slipped through the window.

Chains rattled from the corner, and a heavy weight shifting made the walls of the stable creak. "Who there?" a deep voice rumbled in uncertain common tongue.

"Shhh" Amelie whispered as she rose from the ground and stepped out of the shadows. Her heart pounded furiously as she approached the centaur, drinking in the sight of the dark humanoid torso atop a black equine body. She didn't have to explain; she knew her appearance and her scent conveyed everything that needed to be said. At least I had the foresight to have him chained.

Animal instinct and an overwhelming desire to breed swept over the centaur. His massive cock began to swell and slip free from his sheath. Despite the differences in their race and culture, the lewd grin that spread across his face was unmistakable. He walked forward, then snarled in frustration as the chains went taut when he reached the edge of their length.

"Not so loud" she whispered as she placed his hands on his chest. The centaur backed up slowly, his hooves clopping on the dirt floor. The chains slackened enough for him to wrap his arms around her and grasp Amelie's ass, groping it firmly as he lifted up her tunic. He lifted it up over her head impatiently wasting no time to strip the willing female.

Amelie's breasts, seemingly larger every day, slapped against his chest as the shirt was pulled off her body. A week of built up lust with no release left her eager to begin, and as the centaur didn't seem to need foreplay either she moved beneath his massive form. It took both hands to lift his cock, and it wasn't even entirely hard yet. The girth of the shaft was thicker than her forearm, at least it's softer, she thought as she gave it a squeeze. Her hands drifted up and down the length, jerking it slowly as she crouched down on her knees and bent over.

She guided the broad flat head between her legs and started to rub it against her wet, swollen pussy lips. The centaur whinnied and bucked his hips, grinding forward as he tried to push his dick inside. Despite her need, and despite the recent expansion in her sexual activities, the passage was too small to accept his cock, at least on this position.

Gripping the shaft more tightly, Amelie slapped it against her clit in frustration, whining in need at having come so close to relief but still getting denied. Her fist squeezed around the head, trying to condense the spongey flesh narrow enough to fit inside her sex. "Ah!" she cried out as her vaginal passage stretched, and though she was able to get the tip inside the top of her hand hit her labia, and when she tried to adjust his dick popped out of her again.

"What doing? Put in!" The centaur whinnied impatiently, pulling at the chains as he attempted to reach beneath himself to grab a hold of Amelie.

"It won't fit!" She hissed back as she resumed stroking his cock while looking around the room, desperate to find a solution. Her eyes lit up as she spied a breeding stall across the way. She slipped out from beneath the centaur and walked into the stall, running her fingers over the wooden beams on the far end. Almost, almost, she thought, panting heavily in excitement. She dragged over a long bench and place it in the stall, then climbed atop it and grabbed onto the beams. "Here, now, come get it!"

The chains rattled again, and the bolts on the wall and floor groaned as the centaur pulled at them, trying desperately to get closer to the princess-knight. "Too far!" He groaned. The centaur's muscled flexed as he strained forward, trying to rip the chains off the wall in order to get to his mare.

"No!" Amelie whined, "Not when we're so close!" Her mind was swimming, and the burning lust spreading through her veins dimmed her mind and smothered rational thought. In a trance she pushed off the bench and walked to the wall, where some basic shoeing supplies were waiting. Amelie grabbed a hammer and a fistful of nails and moved to the wall. I don't care, I don't care, I need it! She angled the nails at the seam in the wall where the chains were bolted in and began to hammer them in, wedging in between the metal and the wall and creating enough give for the shackles to be pulled free.

"What in the darkness of the Abyss is going on there?" One of her guards shouted from the door.

Amelie sunk to the floor, her heart in her throat as she tried to hide from the sentry.

"Release! Release me!" The centaur shouted! He began to flex his arms forward, and Amelie quickly grabbed the metal base to create the illusion that it was still bolted into the wall.

"Stop pulling or we'll hobble you! The commander wants you alive, but you don't need legs to answer questions!" When the centaur appeared to settle down the guard left again.

"That was close..." Amelie whispered, mostly to herself, before crawling over to the breeding stall again.

"Be quiet. Try not sound like mare in heat." The centaur muttered as he rotated his shoulders, enjoying the newfound freedom. He clopped over to Amelie, who had already positioned herself on the bench. He lifted his forelegs and placed them on the wooden beams, and positioned his flanks to bring his formidable cock to bear on the willing, wanton woman.

The new position left her body open to the beastman's massive cock, and as the flat, broad tip prodded her pussy lips she reached beneath herself to spread them apart. I should have brought my sword...how am I going to take that thing without the strength it gives me was the last rational thought she had before the centaur slammed into her.

Amelie bit her arm to keep from squealing too loudly as the inhumanely large dick thrust deep inside of her. The tip quickly impacted her cervix, which pushed her forward against the wooden beams, driving her hard into the makeshift wall as he thrust into her again and again. Her bare tits bounced and rubbed painfully again the coarse wood as she was forced forward. Without the enhanced strength from the iron sword she couldn't push back against him.

The centaur's massive frame kept her pinned against the bars as he rode her, riding and using her like a simple fuck hole. Of course she was loving every moment of it. "Aaaah! Mmmph! Ng!" Amelie had to bite harder to keep her moans under control as she was stretched and filled so deliciously. A year ago and she had never so much as fantasized about an orc, let alone contemplate taking something the size of a horse inside her. Now she was being impaled by a centaur and on the verge of cumming deliriously.

The lewdness of it all was too much for her. Between her sex getting ravaged and wrecked by the centaur, the once narrow tunnel stretched unimaginably wide so that every never ending was stimulated, and the sheer depravity of mating with a beastman prisoner where any of her soldiers could find her was a humiliation so exquisite she had to give in.

Her first climax exploded within her, making her shudder violently around the centaur's dick. Her pussy pulsed against it, rippling up and down the length as she convulsed in ecstasy. The centaur, whose name she had never even learned, continued to fuck her relentlessly. His powerful thrusts split her thighs apart, and threatened to fracture her hips as he jammed himself inside her.

Amelie began climaxing again, and then with each smash of his dick against her cervix another aftershock rippled through her, drowning her in pleasure as he fucked her senseless. Her gigantic tits continued to mash against the wooden bars, and as her hard nipples rubbed against the rough surface extra painful chills of delight ran through her.

The Queen was so lost in the mind numbing orgasms that she barely noticed when the centaur's cock twitched and started to unleash a torrent of hot centaur seed to flood her abused sex. She didn't even notice when he pulled out of her, leaving her pussy gaping open, stretched to the limit leaking cum like water pouring out of a fountain.

It wasn't until she heard a sundering of wood as the centaur smashed through the wall of the stable and galloped into the night that she regained her senses. She rushed to stand, but her weak knees betrayed her and she stumbled off the bench, which tipped over and spent her spilling into the dirt with another crash.

Amelie's heart stopped her in chest as she waited in dread for the guards to come bursting into the stable. Seconds passed as she contemplated her humiliation and ruin before she heard the shouts of her men. Fortunately, they had the sense to chase after the fleeing prisoner before investigating the prison. Their pursuit of the runaway centaur allowed her to pull herself off the floor. She waddled bowlegged across the room to grab her tunic, and then slipped back out the window she entered into, leaving a trail of cum splattered across the floor.

I have to hurry, she thought, they'll want to report to me that the centaur escaped, and I don't want to be looking like this when they do!

****

The moon's bright light illuminated the site of the battle, both a blessing and a curse. The sight of the dead curled her stomach, and made her clutch her swollen belly protectively, but it also allowed her to avoid stepping in the gore that littered the field. Elfs and enemy orcs lay where they fell to rot. The only tending their bodies received after the battle was to strip them of weapons, armor, and any valuables they might have had.