Thank you once again to Emma Kendrick for providing her thoughts on the chapter!
The cheering was loud and boisterous, countless voices shouting out, overlapping in the din. There were so many orcs gathered that the princess could not see through the crowd. All ages were present, with the older children cheering along, the younger ones running around underfoot, and the youngest either in the arms of a parent or clutching to an adult's leg.
Footsteps crunched on the dirt nearby. A shadow fell over the princess.
Victorin crouched next to her.
"Would you like to know what they're saying?"
She nodded, a soft groan her only verbal answer.
The king gestured to one of the closest members of the crowd, whose body paint consisted of a thick slash running from hip to shoulder, and five thin bands ringing each bicep and calf.
"That one there is urging Kunja to send you home with child."
She groaned again, her cunt twitching at the thought, the tender channel already under assault from the formidable shaft spearing relentlessly through it.
The king gestured to another tribal to their right, whose body paint was minimal, only a few x's painted in a seemingly random arrangement across her chest and stomach, but whose hair was full of little items threaded through the tresses.
"That one is advising him to not pull out until every single drop goes inside you."
Another groan came from her. Her arms and legs trembled as she kept herself up against the chieftain's thrusts, her slim figure jarred every time his hips slammed into her.
The king gestured to another tribal back to their left, an older male, whose slightly wizened face boasted a nose painted orange in the tribe's primary color, his left thumb, right pinky, and right kneecap also painted the same brilliant shade.
"That one is telling you to use well the chieftain's seed."
She let out yet another groan, her mind swarming with images of herself with a swollen belly, the half-breed within evidencing her complete submission to the chieftain and his tribe.
"To be fair, most of what everyone is saying involves you getting pregnant from this. A few are even saying you should stay longer to really let him have a crack at it."
Her next groan made the king chuckle.
"But I'm not about to have that conversation with your father. So...savor this."
He stood, and walked away, leaving her in the center of attention. The gathered orcs still cheered, spurring on Kunja, his burly frame bent over her as he rutted ferociously. His hands squeezed at her hips, drawing a purr from her.
The princess took another good look at the crowd. By now, some of the faces, those she had seen more frequently, were familiar. But even those she could not recognize were cheering, the entire tribe by now well aware of her and of her relationship with their chieftain.
A pang of sadness arose in her chest from the thought that once he was finished, she would be leaving the tribe.
Feels like just yesterday we got here. I only just figured out how to tie a loincloth.
The past week had been an idyllic existence.
Life in Coronhar, where she had spent the last several months, was certainly delightful. She was surrounded by orcs, almost all of whom were eager to fuck her silly. And although there was some responsibility in that life, since King Victorin wanted her to have a thorough education on orcish culture, that responsibility was at least interesting.
It's not empty conversations with nobles...
But while those orcs were more than willing and able to keep her rampant whorishness enough of a secret, she could not truly be careless and free, due to the presence of Sir Hathwell, her father's ambassador to King Victorin. While she often had copious sex in semi-public places, such as the back of the castle stables, or a secluded corner of a castle garden, or a storage shed at the docks, there was a limit to how daring she could be.
Among the tribal orcs, however, there was seemingly no limit. A loincloth was the only item of clothing they wore, and even that was not a requirement. Nudity, both hers and anyone else's, was not looked at as shameful, and neither was public sex, which she had indulged in often with the chieftain.
Like now...
The difference between those other times, and this time, however, was that now, what looked like possibly the entire tribe was gathered to watch. Those other times, while there had been others around, there had not been quite as many, and those onlookers had generally left them alone aside from occasional comments or glances. Once Kunja had realized just how much she enjoyed taking multiple orcs at a time, he had started to invite onlookers to join them, but even then, some would politely decline and leave them alone.
But these gathered orcs were all of the same mind in preferring to be their very enthusiastic audience.
Maybe they're respecting that this is my last time with him. Until I come back, that is. But I have no idea when that might be...
The sobering thought brought another pang of sadness. Thankfully, it, and the previous pang, were dispelled by her rising pleasure.
If he's feeling sad too, he's channeling it well...
The princess and the chieftain had shared the same idea for this send-off.
When the king and the other members of his party had come to collect her for their departure, she had been sitting outside the chieftain's hut, which had become her residence, the hut the tribe had set aside for her left empty since the first night she had spent with him. Seeing the party coming towards them, she had tugged on his arm, and the two of them had slipped inside. Her travel outfit had been laid out already, but she had ignored it, dropping to her knees instead to suck his cock, eventually bringing him to an orgasm he had let out all over her breasts. She had then proceeded to rub the sticky strands into her chest until it gleamed lewdly, before finally changing into her travel outfit and meeting the party back outside.
On the way out, more and more tribal orcs had joined the crowd following the party, until the procession had reached the outskirts of the jungle proper. She had turned back to the chieftain, who had been leading that crowd, once they reached those outskirts, only to see him already undoing his loincloth.
Another groan came from her now as more ecstasy approached, her thighs drenched already in her cream. The chieftain grunted, his hips snapping vigorously. She looked away from the crowd to peer back over her shoulder at him. The unfettered desire on his face was a glorious sight, that snarling visage alight with passion. His eyes flashed when he noticed her gaze, his hips snapping a little harder.
I wish I could stay a little longer...but I can't. Maybe in another life I could have truly been yours.
The disappointment she had felt upon waking, upon realizing that it was her last day here, had receded somewhat, thanks to their shared lust, the wondrous sensations that lust brought, and the excitement from the crowd's attention. Part of that disappointment stemmed from the specter of leaving the tribe, these simpler and less sophisticated orcs who had welcomed her so unreservedly. Part stemmed from the understanding that she could not be so openly shameless back in Coronhar. And part stemmed from her budding affection for Kunja.
Although she had not understood a single word that he had said to her, she could not deny that she felt a certain connection to him. The king had given her to him as a temporary gift in celebration of his new status as chieftain, understanding that she would greatly enjoy such an arrangement. And while he had taken full advantage of that gift, he had also treated her quite gentlemanly.
When he wasn't rutting me, at least...
He had also displayed a certain affection for her, one that let her know that he saw her as more than his sexual plaything.
Maybe that's why he's sending me off by fucking me in front of pretty much the entire tribe. He knows I'll love it...although I'm sure he also loves the idea of sending me home full of his cum.
Her ecstasy struck, distracting her from those thoughts, from any thoughts but those of appreciation for him. She cried out, the crowd cheering at the sight of her reaching orgasm. That reaction only strengthened her ecstasy; she basked in the attention, loving that the tribe was watching their chieftain stake one last claim to her.
A low rumble came from him now. She moaned, instinctively recognizing the prelude to the orcish orgasmic roar. Anticipation took hold, her cunt clutching wildly, her fingers curling into the dirt.
"Please, my chieftain!" she urged. "Breed me! Send me home with your bastard in my belly!"
The crowd cheered louder. She moaned again, spurred on further, already wanting to show off her neediness to them.
"Please, breed me, give me your child, please, please!"
