Orc Dominion: Triumph Ch. 17

Would that be so bad, a traitorous voice in her mind asked, it feels so good. Amelie flushed with shame at the memory of how she climaxed amidst the ruins of the Falcon Guard. Not only that, but for the general of the army that defeated us. Even the memory of the pleasure began to turn her on, and she began to idly rub her sex. It offered a welcome reprieve from her depression, to forget her troubles for even a moment and lose herself in bliss.

Before she had a moment to enjoy even that, Augras entered the tent accompanied by two orcs carrying a box. "Amelie! Come here, I've got a present for you." Augras' grin sent a shiver down her spine.

Amelie looked at the box warily. "A present?"

"Some new clothes for the royal procession into Orlous." He nodded to the soldiers, who opened the box to reveal a set of dark brown leather garments within. Another nod and the guards set down the box and left to wait outside. "After all, those dirty rags you've been wearing beneath your armor are hardly befit the Queen of Thesta."

"And this does?" She asked skeptically as she lifted up a leather bustier. The leather was thick, more like armor than an undergarment and had a crowned falcon swooping downwards was stamped into the front. "If this is supposed to be armor there is a bit missing."

"Well, who is going to attack the famous Princess-Knight Amelie? Only one warrior has ever defeated you, and I'm certainly not going to." Augras grinned impudently. "So put it on."

Amelie wanted to object, but the words didn't come. She second guessed all of her decisions now. Which thoughts are mind and which are his? Does he want me to resist, or to obey? Amelie found herself indecisive which is not something she was used to being. So she obeyed. She stripped off her tunic, baring her large tits for the orc. Why not? It's not like he, and the rest of the orcs, hadn't seen them already. Another wicked little thrill hardened her nipples as they became exposed. She tossed the tattered shirt to the side, and then peeled off her leather pants and discarded them as well.

She opened the bustier, but before she could wrap it around her chest Augras stopped her.

"I think you've forgotten something." Augras stepped close to Amelie, so that her naked shoulder pressed against his chest. The half-orc towered over her as his large hands rested on her hips, sending a shiver up her spine. "You're still wearing these."

As Augras' fingers curled inside the waistband of her panties and began to peel them down Amelie moaned softly. He's younger than Anne she thought, sending another wicked little thrill through her body.

Amelie stepped out of the undergarment and allowed Augras to discard those as well. Only then did she wrap the leather 'breastplate' around her chest. The cups for her tits lifted and pressed them together, putting them lewdly on display. They only barely covered her areolas, and Amelie could tell that just the slightest movement would make the leather shift and expose them to the world.

Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she pictured herself riding through the city wearing it. Everyone is going to be watching me. "Aaah..." She moaned softly as she began to shake gently. Augras tightened the bustier, squeezing her tits even tighter together as he laced it up and tied it off.

Next came a short leather skirt that ended above the midpoint of her thigh. Amelie stepped into it and shimmied it up over her hips, the motion making her tits jiggle and causing one to fall out. Augras' laughter rang in her ears as she slid the skirt into place and fixed her top. Her breathing was ragged now, and she could feel the juices of her pussy starting to leak down her inner thigh.

"Boots next." Augras handed Amelie the black high-heeled boots that rose just above her knee. "Yes, yes, I know, the heels making fighting impractical. As before, no one will be attacking you so it's nothing you have to worry about, is it?" The half-orc gave Amelie another impudent grin, his gaze lingering on her bare pussy as it flashed from beneath her skirt while stepping into the boots.

"No, it's not" she growled out through gritted teeth as she settled into the boots. The heels were taller than anything she'd worn before, but with her swordswoman's grace she managed to comport herself well in them.

"Don't worry, almost done" Augras smiled as he placed a necklace around her neck. Hanging from the silver chain was a pendant, fashioned into the shape of her sword. The tip pointed downward toward her cleavage, just as the cut of the leather bustier pointed towards her pelvis. "And finally" he returned Amelie her magic sword, sheathed and hanging from a loose belt "your sword. The Queen of Thesta could hardly be recognized without her sword, right?"

Amelie's grip tightened around the hilt of the sword, and for a moment she thought of drawing it, but only for a moment before her shoulders slumped in defeat. Instead she buckled the belt around her waist and let the sword hang over her hip. "Yes, My Prince."

"Good girl. Now, let me tell you how this is going to work. We're going to ride up to the city, and you're going to command them to open the gates and surrender." He held up his hand to forestall Amelie's objection. "If you don't, then I will use my magic to bring the walls down, and the city will be sacked. You know I can do it, no matter how strongly Anne reinforced them." He smiled as Amelie flinched at the sound of her daughter's name. "Yes, Anne too will be part of the sack. You lost, Amelie. Now, your daughter's first time can be gentle with her betrothed, or it can be a violent rape as her home burns around her. Which will it be?"

Pain lanced through Amelie's heart at the stark choice Augras presented her. The thought of Augras being betrothed to her daughter was revolting. Yet, she couldn't deny that the war was over. There was no one left to resist them. The walls would not hold, nor were there enough guards in the city to defeat the orcs in the field. If they resisted the city would fall. If they surrendered, and married Anne to Augras, then the populace would be spared great suffering, and Anne might retain some dignity. Her eyes closed as she surrendered to the inevitable. I can't resist, even if I wanted to. Her thighs rubbed together as she thought more about betrothing her daughter to the orc. As she gave in, the revulsion she felt transformed into arousal. By the Abyss I'm sick. How can I be getting off on this? "I'll do as you command, My Prince. I'll order them to surrender."

"Good girl." Augras pulled her in and kissed her deeply, then took her by the hand and led her out of the tent. "Let's do this then." He walked her over the beaten grass that formed a path towards the gates of the city.

Amelie couldn't help but notice the bold leers of the orcs as she walked through their ranks. Most of them have seen me naked. Many of them have had my body. The thought that she didn't know which of the orcs she'd been with thrilled her. In spite of that, she tugged her skirt down to keep it from riding up. Amelie was used to taking quick, long strides but that wasn't conducive to wearing such a short skirt. Or high heels for that matter.

The gates of Orlous were closed and locked before her as she approached. I've never been barred from my own city. "Captain of the gate! Open for your Queen!" She shouted, trying to sound like the confident Queen she once was, and not the sex addled wreck she'd become.

"The gates are closed by order of the Crown Princess!" A voice from behind the portcullis shouted.

"Lord Mayor Thibeaux, it is pleasing to hear your voice again. It has been too long since last we spoke." Amelie stepped closer to the gate, half-hoping that one of the guards would loose a crossbow bolt through her unprotected chest. That wouldn't help Anne, though. Nothing can, now. "I remember telling you that my daughter was in command of the city until I returned. Well, here I am, returned. The city is mine once more and I am ordering you to open the gate."

"When you left the city, Your Highness, you were at the head of the Falcon Guard. Now you're..." Thibeaux couldn't seem to find the right words to describe Amelie's current situation, "...with the orcs. Are you still our Queen?"

"I am, Lord Mayor. The war is over, and as much as it pains me to admit it, we have lost. I was unable to defeat Prince Augras" not against his magic, "and with all due respect Lord Mayor, if I found myself wanting, neither you nor my daughter will be able to resist him. I can personally attest that the stories of his magic are true, and that if you do not open the gate he will take down the walls of the city and let his army loose on the population. If you open the gates, the city will be spared."

"You have my word on it, Lord Mayor." Augras chimed in. "On all of it. I can destroy the city, but I will stay my hand if you open the gates now."

"And I should just take your word for it?"

"I don't want to rule a city of ash, Lord Mayor. Trust in my own self-interest, and in yours. As the Queen said, the war is over. There doesn't have to be any more killing."

"What about Princess Anne?" Thibeaux's voice quivered as his resolve wavered.

"Princess Anne is to marry Prince Augras, to unite our lines and ensure continuity on the throne of Thesta."

"To marry an orc?" The Lord Mayor asked in disgust.

"A half-orc" Augras added helpfully, "and our children would only be a quarter orc."

"I know to you it might seem that death is a preferable fate for her, Lord Mayor, but that is not your decision. Open the gate, before you condemn the entire city."

A moment later the gate rumbled open allowing Augras, Amelie, and their guard, including a squad of centaurs to process into the city. Silence greeted them after as they paraded through the empty streets. People are afraid she thought, not that I blame them. It had been centuries since Orlous itself had been attacked, and never by orcs.

She tugged her skirt down again, but then had to adjust her top to keep her tit from spilling out. It seemed like no matter what Amelie did she was in danger of exposing herself. Her bare pussy tingled beneath the skirt, so she broke the silence to distract herself. "Your Mincenntti witch isn't joining us today?"

"No." Augras replied, but after a moment he continued, "Her role here is ending now that the war is over. The three races are reuniting the Mincenntti bloodline and receiving the legacy of her people. The actual enthronement does not matter to her. Soon she will fade away with the last of the Mincenntti."

Amelie didn't know what to say to that. She was still overwhelmed by the thought of actual magic, let alone the idea of a pre-ordained destiny. It makes it easier in a way, though, being able to blame my loss on sorcery and prophecy. These feelings aren't mine, it's a curse. Unfortunately, even knowing the cause didn't dampen its effect. Every step she took towards her daughter the final conclusion of the war sent a jolt of pleasure through her.

"What is going to happen when we reach the castle?"

"You will announce to the court that Thesta is surrendering, and that as part of the surrender Princess Anne is to marry me. Then we shall retire to the royal apartments so that Anne and I can get to know one another." Augras gave Amelie a sly grin. "With you as chaperone, of course."

As they got closer to the castle the city's inhabitants started to come out and watch the procession, especially to get their first glimpse at the strange creatures known as centaurs. At first just a trickle, but as it became clear the orcs were not going to sack the city the crowd grew to a large throng. A restless murmur swept through them as they saw their beloved Queen strut passed them dressed like a streetwalker and accompanied by a large half-orc.

"It ain't over Yer Highness! We can still fight 'em!"

Augras brought the column to a halt as he scanned the ground for the source of the exhortation, an old man dressed in tattered rags. "Bring him here!" The crowd tensed, expecting the worst from the orcs. Instead, Augras smiled amiably at the man and clapped him on the shoulder. "You have a lot of faith in your Queen. Such loyalty is to be commended, and rewarded." A wicked grin spread across his face. "Amelie, show the man how grateful you are for his loyalty."

Two orcs stepped up behind the man and grabbed his arms as Amelie turned to face him. She sauntered over to him, her body stiff and wooden as if she were some sort of marionette on strings. Amelie wished she could convince herself that it was Augras controlling her, but deep down she knew it wasn't. Her own desires propelled her forward and forced her down onto her knees in front of the poor wretch.

"Thank you for your loyalty, sir" she told him as she ran her slender but strong fingers from his hips down his thighs, and then back up the inner portion of his legs before touching his scrotum and cock through the ragged pants.

"Yer Highness, what are you-" his words were choked off by Amelie's firm grip on his rapidly stiffening member. It grew in spite of himself as he looked down at the Queen kneeling between his legs. His vantage point allowed him to see down the front of her bustier, putting her lush, full tits on display for him as Amelie caressed and stroked his shaft. "You don't have to-"

Astonished gasps erupted from the crowd as Amelie finally pulled the man's cock from his pants and brought it to her lips, "-but I want to" she finished for him, then flicked her tongue around the underside. A little tremor rippled through her, even though it was only a human dick she was servicing. The fact that it was here, in public, in the streets of Orlous surrounded by her subjects provided just the nasty little thrill she needed to derive satisfaction from it, however much it paled in comparison to being ravished by Augras.

"Very nice, Amelie" Augras smiled, "show everyone your true self." The Prince raised his voice so it projected further, "Show everyone what you've been doing with your army all these past months. You're not the woman your daughter is, and now everyone will see that."

Tears formed in the corners of her eyes at Augras' harsh words, and the disgusted murmurs of the crowd only seemed to prove their willingness to believe the vile slander. Not that it's entirely untrue, she thought regretfully, but it's not my fault. Still, she stroked the base of the man's shaft and guided his cock further into her mouth, sucking it sloppily with pouted lips.

The beggar groaned louder as he felt Amelie's warm mouth envelops his shaft and stroke it enthusiastically with her lips and tongue. Any further protest melted away, and when the orcs released his arms he only reached down to touch the top of the Queen's head and pull her against his shaft. "Oh! Yer Highness! That's good!"

"Mmmm!" Amelie winced as she felt the cretin's fingers grabbing her hair presumptuously, but continued to fellate the man. She took his cock deeper until the head pressed against the back of her throat. She started to bob on it then, sliding up and down the shaft and soaking it with her spit.

Unconsciously her fingers drifted between her legs and up her skirt. Amelie began to finger her pussy, playing with the juicy folds as she impaled herself on the cock again and again. Her ministrations only made her hornier though without providing her ultimate relief. I'm such a whore. I'm fingering my slutty clit in front of the whole city while sucking a beggar's cock and I'm not even getting an orgasm as a reward!

Some people turned away, but more continued to watch in rapt horror as their beloved Queen, the hero of countless campaigns disgraced herself on the streets of the city. Finally the old man tensed and thrust his hips forward while holding tightly onto Amelie's head. The shaft pulsed and began spewing into the Queen's throat, sending jet after jet of hot cum down her gullet as she sucked him completely dry.

Once he was finished, the orcs pushed him back into the crowd and Amelie rose to her feet. Her hair was now disheveled, her face red, and her already short skirt hiked up even higher. Amelie's fingers glistened with the dew of her cunt, and she looked out with bleary eyes at the shocked crowd.

"Make way!" cried an orc voice after a nod from Augras, and the procession began again. Ever so often another voice, one who hadn't seen an earlier display, would call out some encouragement and Amelie had to repeat her performance. Cock after cock filled her belly with load after load of seed. The sun rose higher in the sky, until finally the found themselves in the square leading up to the castle.

"You've done beautifully Amelie. You've been such an obedient whore I think you deserve a reward as well." Augras pointed towards a large statue in the middle of the square of a knight holding a sword and shield. "That is your father, I believe. Go and embrace him and await your reward."

Amelie's lips quivers as she stepped towards the statue. She had it commissioned shortly after she ascended to the throne to commemorate her father's reign. What would he think of me now? There was no need to wonder. He'd think I'm a failure. He would think that my brothers could have overcome Augras. Amelie's pussy ached with need as she approached the bronze statue. Satisfying so many cocks so publically and in such a short order had left her burning with need, desperate to fill the gaping hole inside her.

She stepped up onto the plinth and looked out around the square. It was empty except for the orcs and centaurs, but at the intersection of the streets leading into it she saw crowds forming, watching, waiting to see what new profanity she'd engage in next. Her father's arms were extended in such a way that it was easy for her to grab them to brace herself against the statue. Amelie looked up into her father's stern eyes and shuddered in wanton humiliation at what she suspected was coming.

The sharp staccato clapping of hooves on cobblestone cracked behind her. The muscles on her exposed back flexed as she tensed up in anticipation. Amelie didn't both to look back, she just thrust her hips back and waited for the inevitable.

It wasn't long before she felt massive hands gripping her leather clad ass. The strong fingers kneaded her toned flesh as hot breath washed over the back of her head. Amelie murmured in pleasure at the sensation and rocked her hips as the overwhelming lust consumed her again. A moment later her skirt was lifted up over her hips and bunched around her waist, exposing her ass and pussy to the centaur. He didn't waste time, and quickly lowered his face down to lick between her taut cheeks.

Amelie gasped in surprise as she felt the tongue flicker against her little star. Her fingers tightened around her father's arms and she caught her breath. The soft laps against the rosebud sent palpitations through her body into her sex, causing the nether lips to quiver. "Ah! Mmm!" Amelie's body tensed again, but as she pushed back harder against the centaur he pulled away.

The centaur's intentions became clear when his powerful forelegs pressed down on the statue's shoulders, mounting it and Amelie at the same time. "Yes!" She squealed before she could stop herself. Finally I will find some more relief! Amelie reached between her legs eagerly to find the creature's thick equine shaped shaft. It was already swollen and dangling beneath him ready for her fingers to grip and guide to the entrance of her sex.

The broad, flat tip prodded at her pink labia, which blossomed for the pulsing stiff member. Having already done it once, Amelie was much more confident in her ability to take the massive shaft. Once more her hand squeezed around the tip, contracting it enough to get it past the initial barrier into her body.