Orc Dominion: Triumph Ch. 17

Grotok grunted in surprise at just how strong she was. He slashed his sword to try and create distance again, forcing Amelie to release the pressure off his shield as she moved aside to dodge the blow. She countered by chopping at his own shield to split it in two but Grotok leapt back out of the way instead.

Hot sweat dripped down the back of her neck inside the chain coif, soaking her hair and matting it to her body. Amelie's ribs still burned from the earlier hammer blow, and it seemed as if each movement threatened to make her muscles spasm and lock up. She fought through it though, and resumed her advance on Grotok.

The clash of sword and shield rang out around them as the bashed and battered one another, hammering each other's defense searching for a weakness to exploit. A minute passed, and then two before both were forced to break contact to catch their breath.

Grotok's chest heaved and sweat poured down his forehead from the exertion of trying to match Amelie's magically infused strength and avoiding her blade's devastating power. His shield was nicked and gouged in a dozen places, and even his sword was beginning to show the strain of clashing with Amelie's shield. Looking over Amelie, he noted her own tiredness, and the way she seemed to be favoring one side.

"Not this time, Amelie. It's over. The Western Kingdoms will pass over to our hands. If I can, I'll protect your daughter. Perhaps I'll even marry her myself: I need a Queen and it would be better than giving her to Augras." Summoning the last reserves of his strength he charged forward again, darting from side to side before finally approaching her from her weak one. He struck, quickly and relentlessly battering her shield and forcing her to rely on strength to ward off his blows, strength that sapped her already strained muscles.

Amelie faltered under the barrage and nearly lost her footing but still managed to counter with a low blow towards Grotok's leg. He stepped back to avoid it, but a moment too slow, allowing the tip of the blade to cut through the armor protecting his shin. The cut wasn't deep enough to draw blood, but it gave Amelie the opening she needed to follow up with another slash.

Grotok brought his shield around to block, but in his haste it wasn't angled to deflect and instead collided the blade full on. The magical edge of Amelie's iron sword sliced through Grotok's shield, severing the bottom third. He countered with an attack of his own, chopping down with the blade. When Amelie stepped to the side he followed and turned the blade for a quick slash, cutting Amelie's unprotected calf.

The warrior queen ignored the pain and the blood seeping into her boot and thrust her sword, aiming low again. This time the point of her blade connected right at the juncture of Grotok's hips and thigh, pushing into the muscle and drawing blood. She twisted the blade and withdrew, then slammed her shield forward again.

Grotok blocked it, but the impact was enough to knock him onto the ground. An excited murmur erupted from the crowd of spectators watching the duel. For a moment it seemed as if the battle would resume when an orc leaned forward, about to lunge to assist his king before a countering movement from the Thestan side gave him pause.

But then the fight resumed, with Amelie pressing the attack, now enjoying the advantage of height as her pressure prevented Grotok from rising off the ground. She began to hack the shield apart, tearing away greater and greater splinters. It dissembled before their eyes, and as Grotok scooted back leaving a trail of blood he knew he had to act soon.

With a burst of movement, he threw the shambles of his shield at Amelie and followed through with a thrust of his sword aimed directly for the space just below the Queen's cuirass. His blade was deflected at the last moment by Amelie's, severing the tip though the edge still managed to catch her thigh and open another wound.

Amelie slashed downward, opening a long gash in Grotok's armor as she cut to the bone. By instinct she continued with a thrust, pushing the tip of the iron blade into the newly made gap in his armor and plunged it deep into his body.

Grotok gurgled weakly as his head tilted back and he fell back to the earth. His sword fell from his hand as he raised it, beckoning Amelie closer. "You should have let me win" he whispered as blood dribbled down his lip, "now the boy will have you."

"Never" Amelie said to herself as Grotok died. "That's one down, one left."

"Well done, Amelie, well done" Augras said from atop his horse, looking pleased. "You defeated my uncle; you truly are the best warrior in the Western Kingdoms."

Amelie withdrew her sword from Grotok's chest with a sickening slurp as she rose on shaking legs to face the sorcerer. "Just who I was hoping to see." Despite herself, a shudder of desire rippled through her body as she locked eyes with Augras.

"A meeting you've been dreaming of, I know." Augras laughed as he watched Amelie stiffen. He dismounted from his horse almost lazily as the battle that had been raging around them came to an end. The last of her Falcon Guard were being put in chains or killed as they were swallowed up by their enemy's greater numbers. "You really are the finest warrior...at least, you were until I defeated you."

"You think I can't defeat you, even injured as I am?" Amelie gritted her teeth as she steeled herself for the next fight, the last fight. Just a few more minutes. One more kill and then it's over. Blood poured from the cuts on her legs and face, and she knew that soon blood loss would claim her if exhaustion didn't.

"Of course you can. That's what is going to make my victory all the more glorious." Augras drew his blade and readied his shield. "After you're beaten, I'm going to have you fucked in front of what's left of your army," Augras laughed again as he watched Amelie shudder, "just like you always wanted."

Amelie lunged with her sword, not from anger but with deliberate precision to try and end the fight. Augras deflected the thrust and followed up with an attack of his own, which she dodged. She countered with a downward slash, which the half-orc blocked. Augras thrust his sword, but Amelie parried it aside, creating a gab in Augras' guard.

Summoning all her magical strength she thrust it towards Augras' stomach. The blade narrowly missed the large half-orc and clipped the side of his chain mail. I missed? I haven't missed since I was a squire! Amelie's heart began beating faster as worry and anxiety started to nibble away at her. So close, I could have just ended this, and saved my daughter, and I missed!

Augras punched forward with a mailed fist, which Amelie easily blocked with her shield. She slammed her own shield forward in answer, but Augras blocked and absorbed the blow with his own shield, barely moving backwards from the force of the strike. How strong can he be? What horrible magic did he work to make himself into this monster?

"What do you think, should I have your own men fuck you or the orcs?" Augras grinned wider as the clash continued. "Or maybe give you to the centaurs? Which would you like most?" He swung at her, then jabbed with his shield again before bursting out in laughter. "Or why not both?"

"Monster! Just die!" Amelie slammed his shield down and to the side to expose his forearm and raised her sword to chop it off at the elbow but something made her hesitate, something held her back from delivering the savage strike.

Augras recovered a moment later and smacked Amelie's ass with the flat of his blade, making the surrounding orcs laugh. "Maybe just the orcs to start with. I'll have them fuck you, one after the other, so you can show what few men you have left how hard you cum for orc cock." He struck with the shield again, and then slapped the flat of his blade against her forearm.

Amelie winced as it went numb and dropped her shield, but she followed up with another thrust at Augras, attacking from his now vulnerable side. The tip of the sword cut through hair, and rode along the back of Augras' armor, missing him again. What's happening Amelie thought with despair.

"You can't hurt me," Augras said as if answering her question, "do you really think I'd put a blade like that in the hands of someone who could harm me? I've been conditioning you for months; crafting you into the perfect servant for me."

"What?" Amelie froze again, stunned by the admission.

"Come on now Amelie, think. I return to these lands wielding magic no one has ever seen, and then all of a sudden in your time of need to find an ancient magic blade with the power to defeat me?" Augras laughed again and resumed the attack, forcing the Queen onto the defense as he hacked away from her.

"You would have seen it, I'm sure, if I wasn't plaguing your dreams, giving you something else to worry about and giving you a desperate need for salvation." Augras finally knocked the magic blade from Amelie's hands and then slammed her chest with his shield, sending her flying back onto the earth.

As she lost the sword all the strength drained from her, and all hope. Of course, of course was all she could tell herself as she lay broken in the dirt, Augras towering over her. The half-orc wasted no time in in stripping off her chain shirt, then cut the straps of her cuirass and tore it off her, discarding it in the mud.

"It's over Amelie, or rather, it's just beginning. All your life you've repressed the things you wanted, needed, so you could be the perfect Princess and Queen. Now it's time to let that go and give your body what it needs."

Amelie could feel thousands of eyes on her as her armor was stripped away. She could feel them looking at her large chest, which pushed out her tunic to the breaking point. Her nipples pressed against the fabric, drawing the gaze of every orc and human watching the perverse scene with rapt attention. A fire began to blaze between her legs as her the last vestiges of her self-control melted away.

"Ah..." Amelie panted softly, writhing on the ground as she felt Augras' body atop hers. By the Abyss, I do want him. I know he can give me what I've been craving for so long.

"Do it" Augras commanded as he started down into Amelie's eyes while his fingers started to unlace her britches.

Pushing all thought and doubt aside Amelie grabbed her shirt and lifted it over her head, exposing her enhanced tits to the gathered armies. A murmur spread through the ranks of orcs and humans as they watched the Queen of Thesta willingly expose her breasts to them. Amelie quivered in excitement as she felt their gaze and soaked her panties as lust blazed through her.

"Good girl" Augras panted huskily as he ripped her pants down, peeling them off her long, toned legs until they tangled beneath her, caught on her boots. Next he ran his strong hands up her legs, briefly groping her ass before sliding one to her breast while the other went down her legs again. Augras squeezed the tit, dimpling the flesh beneath his fingers as he lifted her legs up, exposing her ass and slit.

"Yes, please, give it to me" She said, hardly recognizing her throaty voice. A thousand dreams and fantasies flashed through her mind as she rolled beneath Augras in the mud. All the times she was fucked in front of her army, fucked by Augras, fucked by monsters, they were all coming true.

"Always" Augras purred as he squeezed her nipple, giving it a slight twist, "forever." The sorcerer angled his cock downward and lined it up with Amelie's royal pussy and dropped his weight, pushing it inside her. He grinned in feral satisfaction as he felt Amelie quiver and climax on his dick.

He released her breast and stroked her jaw, and then turned her face to push the side of it into the mud as he started drilling down into her. Amelie moaned loudly and thrust her hips upward into Augras' dick, pumping upward into his cock as she rode his dick in front of thousands. "Oh! By the Abyss! It's so good!" Amelie climaxed again as her deepest urge was satisfied.

"Hah! A slut for orc cock just like all human women!"

"Not so haughty now!"

"So much for the Princess-Knight! I guess all she really needed was some dick!"

The words pierced her deeper than any arrow or blade ever could, each one slamming into her and making her convulse in pleasure. The guttural orc voices rattled in her head, echoing in her own mind as she heard them again and again.

Amelie didn't block them out, she reveled in them. The dark Abyssal magic that twisted her mind and unleashed the darkest of desires made her crave the abuse, the rejection, the humiliation. She climaxed again, squeezing Augras' thick cock tightly with the walls of her pussy as her body milked it hungrily. "Yes! Yes! YES!"

It was everything she had been imagining it was. A satisfaction and fulfillment she had never known swept through her, consuming her entirely as her mind and body exploded in an endless wave of orgasms. Amelie wrapped her arms around Augras' broad shoulders, embracing him tightly as she threw herself onto the wave of lust.

The world went dark, and when light returned she had no idea how much time had passed. The first thing she saw was a thick cock bouncing before her. The sight of it filled her with happiness, and moments later when its seed spilled down on her face an aftershock of pleasure rippled through her.

Augras jerked himself off over her face, staining half with cum while the other was caked in mud and dirt. As he finished his climax he looked down at Amelie who lay naked beneath him and was positively glowing in the aftermath of her orgasms. Almost done, he thought, my destiny is almost fulfilled.

He scooped up her weak, wobbly body and watched the cum dribble down her face. Augras carried her naked, near unconscious form to the nearest captured Thesta and thrust her into his arms. Then he turned to the closest orc and grinned. "Your turn boys. Everyone gets a turn! Let's show the Falcon Guard how big a whore their commander really is!"

Amelie rubbed her breasts and looked up into Francois' disgusted face as she thrust her hips backwards and spread her legs, opening up her gaping pussy for whichever orc decided to take her next. It wasn't long before she was rewarded with a thick, ribbed cock pushing deep inside her. Strong hands lifted her leg, stretching it high up into the air to better open her body for the penetration. She continued to look into the human's face, melting beneath the look of disgust as she came again.

She never saw the face of the orc slamming his cock into her and she didn't care. Amelie liked it better this way in fact. "Ah! Yes! Mmm!" She moaned whorishly while looking into Francois' eyes, bucking and jerking her hips around the thick cock until it finally spewed its load inside her.

A moment later strong hands gripped Amelie's thigh and lifted her leg, stretching it up so her foot raised above her head. Seconds later the new orc's cock slipped inside her hole which was already lubed with the first orc's cum. The cork-screwed shaft began ramming in and out of her, immediately starting at full strength and full speed.

The sharp impact of the long rod slamming into her cervix made Amelie's large tits slap against Francois' chest. Her grip tightened around his shoulders as she braced herself, using his body to push back into the hard dick. Amelie's taut muscles, trained and sculpted for war flexed as she contorted her body into an instrument of sex and pleasure.

"That's it! Fuck me! Don't stop, never stop!"

This time they came together, Amelie and a faceless orc, locked together in ecstasy. Another load shot inside her, flooding her womb with thick cum. A shiver went up her spine as the cock pulled out leaving her warm insides gaping and exposed. A moment later she was ripped from Francois' arms and thrown to the ground. Another shaft plunged into her ass, slamming deep inside while another orc stepped in front of her and pushed his cock between her lips.

Amelie squeezed it tightly in her mouth and started to suck, but her efforts were quickly rendered moot as the orc grabbed her head and slammed his shaft into her throat. The orc began to roughly fuck her face as the other one reamed her from behind. It wasn't long before they too climaxed, adding to the growing pools of semen inside her.

The cocks began coming quicker, one after the other, using any hole they could find as her mind once again went blank beneath an all-consuming wave of lust.

When reason finally returned she was lying naked on a table with cum oozing out of her gaping ass and pussy. It was caked onto her skin, and her whole body was stiff and sore. Long slender fingers seemed to be caressing her flesh, but there was something off about them. When Amelie opened her eyes she saw why and recoiled.

A dark skinned creature, tall and gaunt, loomed over her. When it saw her expression a crooked smile formed on the thing's face. "You look more a fright to me, Princess Knight."

"I...I am Queen Amelie, of Thesta."

"That might be your title, but Princess Knight is who you are."

"You're Prince Augras' creature, the one who came back with him." Amelie tried to scoot away, but the monstrous woman held her down with surprising strength. Or perhaps I'm still so weak she thought despondently.

"My name is Marishka, and I taught him about our magic." Marishka placed a finger on Amelie's lips. "And no, this is not all my fault. Fate will unfold as planned, it always will. Now lay back and rest. For all the distress our magic has caused you now let it balm your wounds."

A shudder ran down Amelie's spine as she felt Marishka rub a cool poultice against the cut on her leg. Her fingers massaged it into the cut, but despite the pressure on the open wound she didn't feel any pain. Instead a soothing warmth spread through her body.

"It will fully heal in a few days" Augras' deep voice told her, "but it won't bring back your dead. That is beyond even my power."

How did he know what I was thinking? Can he read my mind when I'm awake now too? She tried to banish her thoughts of jumping up from the cot to strike at him. If he could read her mind, Amelie didn't want him to see it coming.

"It's been a long road, Amelie, but it has led us here. You are defeated. You fought valiantly, better than anyone else could, but your loss was inevitable."

"Not before I slaughtered your centaurs, and bled your army dry. Not before I managed to kill Grotok." Amelie spat bitterly.

"Thank you for that, by the way. My uncle was becoming quite troublesome. With him out of the way the victory is mine alone. I alone shall receive the credit for winning this war and bringing you to heel." A smug smile spread across his face as he looked down at her.

"You want me to believe you're happy he's dead?"

"Why wouldn't he be happy? Marishka asked, "it all occurred precisely as he desired."

"What?" Amelie asked, fear clenching around her heart and squeezing away the last of her resistance.

"My plan, Amelie, it was all a part of my plan. All of it was, your dreams, the sword, the battle, Grotok's death. You've been dancing to my tune all along. That is why your loss was inevitable."

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The dark grey sky loomed over her, concealing the sun behind a thick cloud cover as it set beyond Orlous. A shiver ran down Amelie's spine from the electric charge in the air, as if a storm was about to break. In a way, it is she thought gloomily. The orc army was spreading out before the city, getting ready to storm it once Augras brought the walls down. Amelie returned to the tent where she was being held with resignation.

And then it will be all over for my poor Anne. Amelie fought back the tears welling in the corners of her eyes. I fought as hard as I could, until I couldn't. Her defeat at the hands of the orc sorcerer had left her despondent. I wasn't defeated, she told herself, I was paralyzed. Who am I if I can't fight? Dread and hopelessness consumed her as she pictured the sack of the city and the rape of her daughter.