The Green Plague

"Why?"

"... I don't know. She said it had something to do with destiny."

Umora stared at him for a quiet moment, before shaking her head and letting out a soft chuckle. "Humans strange," she said. "You have too much belief in nonsense things."

Mylo couldn't even argue with that. "... I suppose you're right."

"Enough of that," she continued. "Bend over."

Without a word, and only a hint of hesitation left in him, Mylo set his hands down onto the log as he bent forward, presenting his butt to the horny orc, thankfully still covered in the bunched up dress. But not for long. Umora wasted no time in continuing to undress him, sliding the dress all the way down his legs until they hit the ground, all while Mylo quietly wept.

Just like she had expected, even his ass was perfect. His choice of wearing a dress made perfect sense after seeing it bare like this, and just how disproportionately big it was on that small frame of his. Pants, shorts, and hell, even most skirts would have done little to conceal his curves, which, under such circumstances, would have been likely to draw the attention of every grown man within the city, his gender be damned.

Umora smirked in satisfaction as she reached out to gently touch the smooth surface of his cheeks, her big, rough fingers sinking into the pillowy flesh much like they would with a pair of breasts. She began squeezing and massaging it, pressing them together, making them jiggle hypnotically. This was all just buildup for the ultimate reveal however, and she made sure to savor the moment before she finally moved on to spreading them apart, revealing his wrinkled little hole that was destined to serve orcish cocks.

As Mylo felt the cold night air sweep across his exposed asshole, he couldn't stop himself from letting out hushed, girly whimpers. He was close to tears, but he wasn't going to let himself break already. For all he knew, the orcs might have enjoyed the sound of humans crying as they had their way with them.

But he wouldn't remain cold for long. The sudden sensation of Umora's thick, wet tongue pressed against his asshole had him gasping in a mix of panic and pleasure. He could feel her swirling it around, running it up and down, poking it into him in what seemed like an attempt to pierce him, as if beginning the process of stretching him out for the inevitable sodomy.

Umora continued to batter his hole with her tongue, feeling him slowly relaxing more and more, until she finally entered him, turning the boy's gasping into loud moans of pleasure. She went one step further as she wrapped her lips around his anus while her tongue continued to push deeper, slathering him with her abundant orcish saliva inside and out. It was a bit difficult to eat him out properly with her tusks pressed against his thick buttcheeks, but with some skillful maneuvering it wasn't a big deal.

Mylo stood there, shivering with pleasure, trying not to make audible noises that gave away how good it felt. He had never experienced something like this before, in fact he had never even masturbated before, innocent as he was. To think that something like having an orc eat out his asshole could make him feel this way made him deeply ashamed of himself, as if he was betraying everything the human race stood for, and that he represented the weakest, most submissive aspects of his kind.

Perhaps he was still under the influence of her pheromones. Whether or not it made a difference in terms of pleasure was unknown to him, but it sure as hell seemed reasonable at the moment. Although it wouldn't surprise him if this was something that Umora had done hundreds, if not thousands of times with previous slaves, and that she knew that it was the ultimate way to break them in. She had a skilled tongue, that's for sure.

But then, just as abruptly as she had started, she retracted her tongue from him and pulled her head back, leaving his asshole soaked in drool. "Good quality," she said, giving his ass a light slap, sending ripples through his soft flesh.

Good quality? he thought to himself, reminded of how peasants in the city would often refer to their cattle in a similar manner. "Are you gonna... umm... use it right now?"

"No," she replied, reaching for the waterskin she carried on her hip. "Only prepare."

Mylo watched over his shoulder in an attempt to catch a glimpse of what she had in store for him. "... What are you doing?" he asked, watching her unplug the container.

She gave his ass another slap. "No look!" She stared at his speechless expression as he reluctantly turned away from her, before moving on to the preparation. With one hand, she spread one of his buttcheeks to the side, while the other one pressed the spout of the waterskin against his butthole. She could feel the boy's squirming abruptly come to an end as she pressed on the skin's surface, his butt tensing up the moment the content began filling him up.

Mylo shuddered at the strange feeling of the slimy, lukewarm liquid entering him. "W-what is that...?"

"Lubricant," she replied, one of the most complex words she knew in the common tongue. "Made of orc spit and precum. Perfect for sex-slave."

Mylo had nothing to say in response. He was grossed out, but more than that he was relieved, and also quite surprised, that the orcs even used lubricant at all. Then again, how else were they supposed to have anal sex? Well, if they wanted their sex-slaves to stay alive for more than a few days, that is, and from the way Umora described her people, they weren't as cruel as the rumors would have you believe. Mylo still had his doubts, though.

Once finished, Umora threw the skin on the ground, giddy and impatient to continue accommodating his asshole to what it was made for. Out of the little pouch she carried on her hip, she pulled out a new item, while making sure that Mylo wasn't looking. She held it in her hands, contemplating whether or not it would even fit, but reasoned that it would simply have to, if she were to be able to stuff the entire length of her cock inside him at some point.

It was a buttplug. A primitive one, made by orcish hands, but not looking crude or uncomfortable in the slightest. Sure, it wasn't made out of glass, like the adult toys sold at various underground stores in the human kingdom, but it was well crafted, made out of hardwood and covered in a layer of shiny, polished resin.

Wasting no time, she lined its tip up with the boy's slippery asshole and began pushing it inside, telling herself that regardless of how much resistance there was, shehad to keep going. Even when he started whimpering in pain and trying to crawl away from her, she kept going at it, holding him in place with her free hand around his thigh while he continued to struggle.

She could see his wet orifice slowly widening around the middle part of the ovoid-shaped wood, requiring her to use more and more force as it progressively got thicker. Then, finally she went past the halfway point, and from there she didn't need to do anything else. His asshole greedily swallowed up the rest of the buttplug, his pink ring sliding down the tapered end of the wood until the flared base was wedged between his buttcheeks.

"There," Umora said, giving the plug a few taps to make sure it was stuck properly. "You ready for orc cock tomorrow..."

Mylo stood there on all fours, sweating and panting from the searing pain he was forced to endure. He couldn't believe that this was reality, that he really had been reduced to no more than a sex-slave... for a damn orc. Perhaps multiple ones.

"Can I please... go to sleep now?" he murmured.

"No," Umora shot back. "You gonna make me cum."

A shiver went through Mylo's spine, as he slowly turned around to look at her. "Huh...? But... you said we would do it tomorrow!"

An evil grin spread across her lips. "You have other hole, no?"

"W-what?..." Mylo said, his bottom lip quivering in fear. "No, please don't..."

"Quiet," Umora commanded, pointing on the ground in front of him. "Sit."

"Wait, I-" was all the boy had time to utter before he was cut off, as the orc suddenly took a step closer, putting him within inches of that massive thing between her legs. The scent that her body had been constantly emitting washed over him again, only this time with a hundred times the intensity. And it's not like Umora as a whole had somehow gotten sweatier and stinkier from simply sitting next to a fire. No, there was no doubt about where this new, stronger smell came from. It was a hundred percent orcish cock-musk, seeping out from the gap over her leather shorts.

"No more complain," Umora threatened, her arms crossed under her massive chest. "I force you if I must. You understand?"

Mylo let out a deep sigh, staring at the bulge in Umora's shorts, which seemed to be growing even bigger. Nevertheless, he sat down on his knees like she had instructed, awaiting the reveal with a heart pounding like never before, mostly in fear, but somewhere deep within there was a faint hint of curiosity. With that said, he wouldn't stay curious for long.

Umora let out a chuckle as she went on to grab the waistband of her shorts. And just like that, she pulled them down in one swift tug, letting her massive cock flop out into the cold night air. To her surprise, however, the reaction she got from the boy wasn't one of horror or disgust. Shock, for sure, but there almost seemed to be a hint of... awe.

Indeed, Mylo's facial expression was almost completely blank, and yet within his stunned, wide eyes there was some other emotion. The thing hanging in front of his face was nothing short of an absolutemonster. He couldn't believe his eyes as they scanned it, starting at the base and traveling down, feeling as if he would never reach the end, but finally arriving at her thick, dark-green glans half covered in skin that was a shade lighter in color. It still swung back and forth slightly from having been so abruptly exposed, although it was clear that it was engorging, quickly filling up with blood and rising up, despite its outrageous heft. It didn't take long for it to reach its full size, jutting out straight from her body, with occasional throbs making it swing in a small arc up and down.

But surprisingly enough, its size wasn't the most overwhelming aspect of it. Now that it was free from its tight clothing, its smell was even stronger, invading Mylo's nostrils like something out of a witch's cauldron... only with a far more intoxicating scent, with faint traces of semen and urine mixed in with the musk and sweat. Breathing through his mouth didn't help either, as it stank so much that he could actuallytaste it. And not only that: He could literally seesteam coming off of it into the chilly air.

"You humans all same," Umora stated, the amusement on her voice almost palpable.

"... Uh... wha...?" Mylo slurred, feeling the masculine scent of her cock practically melting his brain.

She chuckled at his dumb, drooling facial expression. "You all love smell of orc cock... Nobody can resist."

"Th-that's not true!" he protested, and yet he immediately resumed taking in more and more lungfuls of it.

"It is true. You meant to be slaves of us. It is destiny of all humans."

Mylo couldn't believe his ears. Humans being slaves? Nonsense! They were proud beings, they would never let themselves be ruled by a species as primitive as orcs.

But as much as he would like to lash out at her, all he could do in the moment was pant like a bitch in heat, his eyes glued to the huge, green, orcish cock in front of him. He cursed himself internally. Why was it so hard to resist it? The smell was disgusting... for the most part at least... And the size... He could never take something like that, no human could. The whole thing waswell over a foot in length... probably more like one and a half, thick as his forearm, and covered in huge, pulsating veins.

And that's when he realized what was going on. There was only one explanation.Pheromones. It had to be. Because how would orcs be able to properly breed with humans if they didn't have a way of subjugating them first? Although, to think it would be this effective...

It appeared that Umora had started to run out of patience, grabbing Mylo's platinum blonde ponytail in a tight grip. "You not believe me? I show you." With her other hand holding on to her cock, she shoved his stunned face right towards the tip, his nose pressed directly against her wet piss-slit.

Mylo almost fainted within seconds as she held him down, forcing him to breathe in an even more concentrated dose of orc-stench. Despite how much he would have denied it, he had never felt more horny in his life. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, feel the sweat dripping down his chin and his comparatively minimal, but equally as hard cock throbbing and leaking.

Maybe just a little lick...? he thought to himself, parting his trembling lips and extending his tongue towards the precum-drenched glans.I mean... I don't want her to punish me...

"Ooh," Umora moaned at the sudden tickle on the tip of her cock. "Good slave..." She let go of the grip she had around his ponytail and instead began gently petting him on the head, like a little reward for saving her the trouble of giving him instructions. Then, he surprised her once again, as he continued to not only lick her slit, but the entire surface of her exposed cockhead.

The salty, savory taste of the mix of body fluids on her cock instantly spread out in his mouth as he licked the moist head, a far stronger flavor than he could ever have anticipated, but not a bad one by any means. He still moved with hesitation, but even so, it was surprising to him that he was able to pleasure her like this without feeling immediate disgust for both her and his own actions.

"Do same with these..." Umora purred from above, gripping the middle of her shaft and lifting it up, away from Mylo's still moving tongue.

Confused, Mylo looked up at her as his worshipping was brought to a halt, before his gaze landed on what she was showing off to him. They had been there all along, out of his focus perhaps, but still just as prevalent as her cock. A pair ofmassive, green balls, hanging halfway down her thighs, their surface slick with sweat. Under normal circumstances he would probably have felt intimidated merely by looking at them, at how much of an alpha they made Umora appear to be. The amount of testosterone produced by those things must have beenridiculous.

But now, they only filled Mylo with one emotion: Lust. It was hard to know to what degree her pheromones had affected him at this point, but as he looked at them, he couldn't help but think that they were absolutelybeautiful. Their size, roundness, smoothness, their shiny, dark-green surface... All in all, they were prettier than any gemstone he had ever seen. And for some reason he was hit with a sudden desire to taste them, as if to explore more flavors of Umora's sweaty body.

He slid forward on his knees, until he could feel the heat radiate off her balls onto his face, pausing for a second to admire them up close. With trembling fingers he reached out to hold them with his palms, the warm, copious sweat they were coated in instantly transferring to his hands and beginning to run through the gaps of his fingers and down his forearms. He shuddered as he lifted them up, in awe of how heavy they felt. Each of them must have weighed a few pounds.

Sticking out his tongue, he pressed his face towards her balls, grinding it from side to side against their surface like a complete degenerate, lapping up as much as he could of their salty flavor in the process. He ceased all movement momentarily, his nose wedged in the little cleft between her nuts while holding them tightly against his cheeks, taking deep whiffs of her delicious smell that was quickly transferring to his own skin with her body fluids that coated his face. His own sweet, flowery scent was quickly being erased by something far more animalistic, and he didn't even mind the change, really.

But still, as expected, he had never felt as much shame as in that moment. There he was, his face full of fat orc balls, his eager mouth licking and sucking the sweat off them, while an equally fat cock rested on top of his head. Deep down he was screaming at himself to stop, that he was a proud human, and that something as simple as the chemicals released by this lesser being shouldn't be able to affect him. But he just couldn't stop himself. He kept on sniffing, licking, sucking, like there was no tomorrow, trying to justify it in his head by thinking that he would be forced to do it regardless.

"Already broken," Umora taunted from above, standing tall and proud over her latest catch. "You weaker than all my past slaves."

"N-no..." Mylo moaned, his voice barely audible underneath the massive cock resting on top of his head and the huge balls pressed against his face. "You're wrong..."

Umora let out a deep, bassy chuckle. "You lie. You already willingly worship me."

Mylo stayed quiet. Who was he trying to fool? Sure, he was forced to do all this, and if given the opportunity he would probably have escaped, but it was doubtful that even Umora had expected the enthusiasm with which he was obeying her. All it took to make him go at it was one single command, without even a need to give him any further instructions on how to please her properly. She already seemed pleased with him.

It was easy for anyone to find out what kind of person Mylo was with just a quick glance, with an exterior that perfectly reflected his personality. His narrow and short frame reaching just a few inches over five feet, his thin limbs and small hands, and the constant cute, timid look on his face... It was a look that screamed of weakness and frailty, and he was no different on the inside. He had always been an innocent little thing, easily scared and easily tempted, so who could blame him for his inability to withstand the orc's... seduction? Even the most headstrong, hardened warriors would have found it difficult.

"Enough," Umora commanded abruptly. "You swallow my cock now."

Mylo's tongue ceased its movement immediately upon hearing her order. He remained still for a moment, his dazed state of worship being overtaken by fear over what his captor was about to do to him, but he knew not to linger for too long. Retracting his tongue and lips from the spit-shined balls and leaving a string of saliva between them, he slid out from underneath Umora, giving her one last begging look.

Umora glared at him. "What you waiting for?"

He reached out to grip the hefty cock, salivating from the touch alone, not to mention the scent of her musky glans that he once again aligned with his face. After pressing it to his nose to give it one last sniff, he wrapped his lips around it and started sucking on it, his tongue lapping up every drop of precum that she offered him. Right away, he could hear the low, throaty moans coming from Umora, and as he looked up at her for an additional visual cue of his progress, she was already looking down at him with a wide smile on her lips.

"I know you want orc cum..." she said. "You curious of taste..."

He popped her cock out of his mouth, his cheeks red in embarrassment. "No!" he protested. "I-I'm not..."

"All humans love it... Sweet like honey, thick like pudding..." She pet his head as she spoke, running her rough, green fingers through his ponytail in an almost loving, motherly fashion, as if wanting him to calm down enough to give the flavor of her thick cum an honest chance. Of course, he was going to end up drinking it regardless, and she knew that he would love it instantly. Weak, girly boys like him were always the easiest to tame, standing absolutely no chance against orcish means of seduction, whether it was through flaunting their huge tits, asses, and often even their cocks, or through the scent and flavor of their body fluids.