He shrugged, "As long as I keep your belly round, the tribe won't become restless, at least not too soon," he chuckled, "and if you keep popping out girls I'll see if I can come up with a female word for Warlord, and then try and sell it to the tribe..." He winked at her, "I managed to get them to accept a major change in the harem rules, now didn't I?"
His prize chuckled in turn, and then she sank on her knees, as she hadn't gotten her master out of his low soft leather boots yet. Once she had she undid the front of his breeches, and got him out of those too, eyeing his soiled cock. He gestured at the bed and she got in as ordered, after which she moved to its center and turned on her back. He got in after her, and she waited to see what would be required from her. Her pussy was still sore from the thorough pounding it had received not that long ago, but her guest-hole wasn't, and she had a mouth to pleasure a male with too. He moved up to her on his side, and then he reached out and pulled her with her back against him, spooning her, before he pulled up the comforter.
"You weren't the only one who got thoroughly satisfied..." he said, guessing her thoughts. She felt him nuzzle her blond hair while his hands caressed her body. "Now go to sleep," he whispered, you have earned your rest. There was a soft click, the warm light of the crystals faded away, and darkness descended. The bed had been cool to the touch, but warmed up quickly, and as content as she was she drifted off to sleep without any problems.
***
Next morning, Cassandra woke in the dim light that penetrated the heavy curtains. Bashuk was laying on his belly next to her, with a heavy arm dropped across her waist. She glanced up at the chronometer, the barely visible hands of which showed it was just past eight. So Denora had forgotten their wake-up call, but her biological clock had woken her nevertheless, which was when she remembered her former senior maiden had postponed breakfast till ten o'clock. She slowly turned towards her master, until she was facing him, and studied his face in the dim light. It was broad, with heavy set eyebrows, and a sturdy but well-shaped nose.
The pleasure slave smiled softly, her master had a face that grew on you, she decided. A raven-black lock of his lush hair had fallen in front of his face, and she reached out and gently combed it back across his scalp. He murmured in his sleep as she did, and then slowly turned on his back, and the heavy arm slipped from her. Cassandra slipped out of bed, and then she sneaked out of the room by the study, and paid the toilet a visit. She relieved herself, and then she took a small towel from the shelves and used the small washing basin to clean up a little, especially her soiled crotch, covered in dried semen.
As she returned to the bedchamber Bashuk was still lying on his back, still sleeping, and she smiled as she noticed the huge tent resting on his lower body. Her master seemed to be suffering from a bad case of morning wood, she concluded. She sneaked into bed again, disappeared beneath the comforter, and headed for the tent's pole. As she came close, she couldn't see him, but she could certainly smell him. Not surprisingly he reeked of sex, of dried semen, and also of pussy, her pussy. Cassandra let her nose guide her, and she didn't miss her target. He hadn't yet woken, so she carefully positioned herself on all fours, and then her lips found the thick veined shaft by feel.
Her head lifted the comforter away from him as her lips traced the thick shaft upwards, and then they slipped over the tip. She opened wide and her lips bared the fat head as she took him in over her tongue. He tasted of sex too, and as she wriggled her tongue around him the huge cock jolted. He moaned, and then a sleepy "What?" followed as he woke. She took him to the back of her throat, moaning softly, and then she started bobbing up and down. A large hand found her head, and another a dangling breast, and he started caressing her while she fellated him. He was rock-hard by now, and she tried to take him down her throat, but the angle just wasn't right, and she failed.
Bashuk chuckled, and then his hands moved, and the next moment her lower body got lifted and turned towards him. The comforter slipped from her as he positioned her above him, and then lowered her with her knees ending up to both sides of his chest. This was just as well, as it had been getting pretty warm beneath the covers. The air felt cool on her sweaty skin as she moved her eager mouth down along his slippery shaft once more, and this time, when the fat glans hit the back of her throat, she was able to swallow him. Cassandra moved further down slowly, feeling the thick cock stretch her throat, until her nose sunk inside his coarse pubic hair, and her lips stretched around the root of it.
She stayed down, hearing her master groan with pleasure, and then she felt his big hands take hold of her hips, and pull them down towards him. Cassandra moaned loudly around her master's cock as he licked the length of her exposed slit, to then concentrate on her clit. She came up for air, and moaned loudly as the tip of his tongue bared her pleasure button and then started licking it. Pleasure spread through her abdomen as she moved down on her master once more, as she took the thick veined shaft all the way down her throat once more. She slid up and down on him, enjoying how the thick veins rubbed her lips, and then his tongue left her clit, and pushed inside her juicy, weeping opening.
Her master groaned, and she moaned in anticipation as the agile thick tongue headed for her pleasure spot. Cassandra redoubled her efforts, and while his tongue ignited a fire inside her belly she felt her master's shaft starting to swell. She moved all the way down on him twice more, and then she came up and started working his fat knob with her tongue, wriggling around its sensitive edge, then concentrating on the even more sensitive underside, rapidly making him explode inside her mouth as expected. Bashuk groaned loudly as he filled her mouth with his thick sperm, and she started swallowing immediately, gulping down every spurt of his hot orc seed as it arrived.
With the smell and taste of his seed overwhelming her senses, and his tongue not letting up, she was also very near to cumming. The fire inside her belly had turned into a blaze once more, and as she was still licking him clean, he moved his hands down from her hips, one to her lower back and one to her crotch. The fingers of the latter hand started rubbing her exposed clit, while those of his other hand held her, as his mouth closed on her pussy. His canines grazed the skin of her inner thighs, and she spat out the sperm and saliva dripping cockhead as her master pushed her over the edge, as he made her cum screaming.
Cassandra shook as the orgasm ravaged her, locked in place between the strong hand on her lower back and the eager mouth on her squirting pussy. The fingers on her clit, and the tongue inside her sheath, didn't let up while he devoured her cum like she had devoured his. Once it was over, and she had stopped shaking, his hold on her relaxed. She whimpered softly, because of how sensitive she now was, but the fingers lifted from her over sensitive little nub without further touching, while the tongue slithered out of her. And then his strong hands were on her rump, and she yelped as he lifted her once more, to then put her down gently on her side next to him.
He was on his side too now, facing her, and then he pulled her against him, and pulled the comforter up over them again. She relaxed against his warm body, and the hand connected to the arm draped across her started caressing her back. "That was awesome," he said softly, "best wake-up call ever..."
His prize reached out to his face, and her fingers caressed his cheek. "You were pretty awesome yourself too..., rewarding your pleasure slave for her efforts like you did..., master...," she said, and then she blushed, "I never expected for it to be anything like this, becoming your prize I mean. I never expected to be on the receiving end of so much pleasure. And it isn't just that, it is everything else too, thank you for caring for me so much."
He smiled softly, "I'm only returning the favor Cassy. You get as you give."
Her blush deepened, "I..., I can't..."
He shushed her, "I know, don't worry about it, it's already more than I expected when I accepted you. I was only expecting obedience, and I have already gotten so much more." His smile broadened, "We, the pack, have already gotten so much more... And it is all due to you. You came with this incredible gift of six lovely girls." The hand on her back moved up, and caressed her hair, "It isn't for nothing that all the males care about you, you gave them back something they never expected to find again. And last night, with the mating ceremony, it truly became a reality for them."
"It was great for the girls too," she said softly, "I was worried about what would happen to them after the surrender, about the dangers they would face in the aftermath of a disastrous war..." She chuckled, "I was even more worried about them when they got themselves into trouble by sticking with me, against my orders." She moved her face up to his and kissed him on his nose. "You played a naughty game with them then, but I have long come to the conclusion that you had good intentions from the beginning. And it all worked out well; they are safe, they are cared for, they moved up the social ladder, and, most importantly, they are happy."
Her master smiled, and then he nodded, and she planted another kiss on his nose. "It's a great bunch of males you managed to collect around you, by the way," she complimented him.
Bashuk chuckled, "I could say the same about that bunch of girls you managed to collect around you..." Cassandra smiled proudly. "It wasn't just me," he then continued, "the males weren't so user friendly from the start." His expression became a little subdued, "The pack's harem, its previous harem, played a big role in that, and my now deceased mate especially." He smiled a sad smile, "Roshi was small of stature, but she was not to be trifled with, and she got the males 'in line' just fine. We used to be a pretty rough bunch, but Roshi, helped by the other pack-mates, drastically improved our 'bedside manners'."
The huge orc hugged her close, almost smothering her, and his voice broke, "I miss her..., I miss her so much..., I miss her every day..." Cassandra hugged him back, while her own mind drifted away to Brando. Her master relaxed slowly, and his voice sounded firm, "She's gone now, and I know she wouldn't have wanted for me to sulk. And I also had responsibilities, huge responsibilities, which have only become larger since." She looked up at him questioningly, and he smiled softly, "I used to be responsible for just an orc tribe, but now I'm responsible for an entire country..." She blinked. "Does that surprise you? I thought you already got that...," he reacted.
Cassandra sighed relieved as he further strengthened her belief that he was going to take good care of her people. She caressed him back, and they cuddled for some time, until some faint noises alerted her to the fact that the pack had awakened. "I think it's bathing time..." she whispered.
