Orc Dominion: Triumph

Brigitte didn't know whether it was light or dark outside, and it really didn't matter. It was dark in her stall; the only light she saw was the pale flickering of a candle in the brief seconds it took for the burly orcs to switch out. Her neck ached, and with her collar locked to the wooden beam just below her chin she couldn't stretch it for some relief. The former princess' hands were locked to either side of her head, trapping her in a squatting position that left her mouth available to any who wanted to claim it.

Any orc, of course. She had lost count of how many cocks she had sucked, but it didn't make her any less enthusiastic.

I deserve this,

she thought,

for killing the Duchess.

A shudder went down her spine as the slick cum dripping on her hand reminded her of Susannah's blood. She quickly banished the thought and renewed her focus on the thick shaft before her.

I knew my Chief wouldn't approve,

she continued as she tightened her lips around the corkscrewed cock as it slid into her mouth,

and I did it anyway.

Her neglected pussy quivered as she began to suck the shaft, and she rocked her hips in vain as she attempted to press against anything.

I'd do it again, too. It was the right call. But I disobeyed, and I must be punished.

Brigitte knew that Markoz wasn't too upset with her. He just had to assert his authority, and remind everyone who was the Chief was. Brigitte had taken things too far: executing a high ranking prisoner without leave had emasculated him in front of the horde.

He had to set an example. I understand that.

Brigitte closed her eyes and pictured him, imagining it was his dick she was sucking. She began to suck, working her lips along the shaft as the orc grabbed her head and started to thrust. Brigitte didn't have much range of motion to properly service the long thick cock, but she did her best.

Treat every cock as if it was my Chiefs; they deserve that much.

The pain in her neck grew worse as her head was pushed against the collar with the force of the orc's thrust, but she endured.

"Fuck! If this is what you can do with your mouth I can't imagine what you can do with that cunt! No wonder you're the Chief's number one slave!" The orc groaned and pulled her head tighter against his dick, sliding even more of the monstrous length into her mouth.

Her well trained throat opened easily for the slanted tip, and she swallowed down the sword, enveloping the pulsing meat with the hot wetness of her throat. As her lips reached the base she fluttered her tongue along the underside, applying a gentle upward pressure as she worked her lips back and forth.

The orc's heavy balls slapped her chin as he rammed himself in again and again, turning her mouth and throat into a cocksleeve for him to empty his balls into. His grip tightened in Brigitte's brown locks as he brought himself closer to the edge. There wasn't any need to take his time, he didn't owe the former princess anything. The faster he went, the sooner the next orc in line could take his place.

Brigitte's heart thumped wildly as her breath was cut off with every deep thrust of the orc's cock into her throat. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in deep breaths at every opportunity to keep herself steady as she brought him further along until he finally exploded in her mouth, flooding her throat with his sticky seed. Her swollen, pregnant belly gurgled as she swallowed down another load, adding it to the churning mix in her stomach.

The orc pulled his shaft out and left without a word, quickly replaced by the next orc, and then another. Hours passed as her mouth was abused, and as her stomach filled with seed she started to dribble it out of her mouth rather than swallow. Taking a cue from this, the orcs began to decorate her face and tits with their cum, soaking her hair and painting her fair sun kissed skin back to milky paleness their seed. Finally the last orc dropped his seed on her forehead, where it quickly dripped down over her eyes. When the spurts stopped he unlocked her hands and collar and led her from the stall.

Brigitte's head was still swimming as she stepped out of the stables and into the courtyard. The cum coating her eyelids shielded them from the bright sun, which was something of a blessing. Cum seeped down her body, and the oppressive smell of heady orc jizz filled her nostrils, making it difficult for her to breathe.

I need to bathe. Desperately.

She began making her way towards the former Duchess' manse to clean herself.

A hot sticky mess coated her fingers as she tried to clear the semen away from her face. She instinctively brought the digits to her lips and licked the creamy goo off. Swallowing even more seed made her belly gurgle as the already full gullet rebelled against ingesting even more of the orc cum. The discomfort in her belly was momentarily relieved as she burped, though the released gasses brought the taste of orc ejaculate to her mouth once more.

It seemed like everyone she passed was looking at her, some with amusement, some with disgust. Brigitte held her chin high, and with every orc she passed, she wondered if his dick had been in her mouth. As she strolled by a group of captive human women her heart leapt and she had to do a double take as she saw Susannah walking passed her in chains.

It's not her, it can't be!

And it wasn't, just some other former noblewoman who bore a passing resemblance. This hadn't been the first time she thought she had seen the Duchess, nor would it be the last.

I killed her. It's only normal for me to feel guilty, even though I would do it again. It's normal. It means I'm still a good person.

Or at least, that was what she tried to convince herself.

Finally she arrived at the estate and made her way to the baths, where she cleaned off the layers of stinky cum from her fair skin.

Well, it's not precisely fair anymore,

she had to admit as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin had bronzed from long days in the sun wearing little or no clothing. Brigitte cupped her belly as she looked at herself from different sides.

It looks good, in a common sort of way. But then, I'm not a Princess any longer. Markoz seems to like it though, so I can't complain.

After she was clean, she looked at the cum stained remains of her vest and loin cloth and decided to let them be. Brigitte returned to the room that she had been given after Markoz moved into the palace, no longer ashamed of having her naked body ogled by so many people. Even though she was more exposed in the traditional sense, being naked wasn't as bad as being covered in the semen of dozens of orcs.

When she returned to her room she looked at the rows of dresses wistfully for just a moment before grabbing a clean vest and matching loincloth and throwing them on. Once that was done Brigitte quickly moved to her desk and picked up the letter that had been sitting there for some time and read it again.

Her Royal Highness Brigitte of Sandora,

Dearest Daughter, I cannot begin to wonder what possessed you to take such an outrageous course of action, nor can I bear to imagine what trials and tribulations you have suffered as a result. All I can say is that I am certain you have borne it with strength and dignity as you always have, and though it pains me to admit it you have taken the most correct action.

The war does not go well for us, even with your victory over King Trogar and the capture of Shropfordshire. Duke Lisene and the greater part of our forces have been eliminated by the same foul magics which claimed your brother. I do not think we can succeed, not when our foe wields the very power of the Abyss.

Queen Amelie is pursuing them, but only her Falcon Guard remains on this side of the Lyskean Mountains and they are greatly outnumbered. If Prince Augras uses the same magics on Orlous that he used in the Hell Pass I do not see how they can resist. He will be able to hold the city, and Princess Anne, hostage to Queen Amelie's behavior.

King Henry is no better off. His army has been shattered, and the King himself grievously wounded. The last report I received was that they were retreating back to the Eastern Kingdoms, with whatever forces they can take. But for all intents and purposes they are out of the war. We are all that remain in the field to oppose Queen Jeanette and her accursed family.

There is still some hope, however. Whether through luck or clever stratagem, King Trogar has retreated towards our Garrison at the Seven Fortresses. If you have the influence, and I have no choice but to assume you do as you swayed the Chieftain to attack Zentara, I implore you to convince him to pursue. We will sally forth from the Fortresses, and if we can trap him between us and capture the King we may be able to negotiate a better surrender.

I do not imagine that we can remain on the throne, but it may be possible to save our dignity, and prevent the same suffering of our subjects that the people of Thesta suffer. Please reply with your Chief's assent, and an estimate of when you will be able to engage the enemy.

With tender and sincere affection,

His Royal Highness King Rollo of Sandora

Brigitte clutched the paper against her chest for a moment.

He doesn't think I'm a whore.

Normally such things wouldn't bother her, but as she stroked her belly and thought of the child within she found a new appreciation for a parent's perspective.

But after everything the war is lost.

Brigitte hung her head as her thoughts darkened.

What will become of Queen Amelie if she falls under the power of Zentara?

King Grotok would treat her with respect she thought, but this Prince Augras was a mystery.

Anyone who wields dark magic as he does cannot be trusted.

And what happened to Master Drauken? There had been no word from him in Ruar at all. Had he failed as well?

If I am going to save my family, and Queen Amelie as well, I have to convince Markoz to pursue King Trogar.

She sat and pondered how to convince her Chief to fight another battle. It was hard enough to convince the orcs to fight the first time: they were here for plunder, not war.

How can I turn him towards the idea?

She sat with her eyes closed for a moment as she pondered the problem. "There are three things he wants," she said to herself, "women, gold, and glory. I can give him the first. Capturing a King will give him the second. That's how I'll convince him." Brigitte smiled as her hand slid down over her belly to rest between her legs to give her exposed pussy a soft stroke. "It has been a while anyway. I need to remind him that I'm his favorite." They had been refraining from vaginal intercourse as she grew heavier with child. With Brigette entering her last trimester, their couplings had become even more infrequent, but if proper care was taken they could be together.

She knew where to find Markoz at this time of day. He would be in his own quarters having a midday meal. Fortune proved to be in her favor, as the Chief was alone in his quarters when she arrived. More and more he had been shunning the company of the Chiefs from the other tribes. Different tribes were not meant to be together for so long, and she could tell that they were starting to grate on Markoz's nerves.

He wants to go home with his plunder; he doesn't want to get drawn into another battle.

Brigitte didn't let that observation dissuade her, however. She strode into his quarters, the loincloth brushing between her thighs. "My Chief, I need to speak with you."

Markoz looked up, his gaze drifting from her pregnant belly up to the lush breasts peeking out from her vest, before finally meeting her eyes. He reached towards Brigitte and grabbed her hand, and then pulled her into his lap. The orc slipped his thick grey hand into her top to cover her tit, gave it a squeeze, and massaged it gently. "Yes Brigitte? Here to apologize for disrespecting me? Or do you need another session in the stalls to remind you of your place?"

Is he joking or is he angry?

Brigitte wondered.

I never can tell. That is why it's better to just be honest.

"No, I'm here to make another proposal, one that will be to your benefit as much as my last was." Brigitte took a breath. "But I do owe you an apology. I am sorry for killing your prisoner, My Chief. It was your decision to make, not mine. I won't overstep myself again."

The orc searched her eyes for a moment before giving her nipple a playful squeeze. "Alright then little princess, tell me what scheme you have now."

"We cannot stay here much longer. The tribes will begin killing each other soon, to say nothing of the Zentaran armies that will try to encircle us. You have claimed all the treasure you are likely to find." Brigitte placed her hand atop Markoz's other hand and guided it between her legs so his thick digits spread apart her labia to find the moist folds beneath.

Her own other hand reached beneath to the orc chieftain's lap, searching for his rod to squeeze and stroke. "You have achieved much with this raid, my Chief, but there is one last prize to claim." Brigitte's lip trembled and she pressed it against her upper teeth to help rein in her growing excitement. Markoz's fingers had been moving on their own, caressing her sensitive parts and fanning the flames that had been growing in her loins.

"I have won much, as you say. I do not need more. I am ready to return home, to relax, enjoy my spoils, and welcome my newest child into the world." Markoz nuzzled Brigitte's neck with his tusks, then kissed and nibbled at the smooth skin.

"We could return to the Angrian March now, it is true. This will go down as the greatest raid in living memory. But my Chief, if you want it to go down as the greatest raid in history there is one more thing you must do." Her fingers snaked into his trousers and sought out his thick cork-screwed cock and started to stroke it up and down, tracing the curves with her fingertips as she started breathing harder.

"Pursue the orc King, Trogar. Defeat him, capture him, and sell him for ransom. Become the only orc raider to capture a King. Win eternal glory." Brigitte's tongue flicked over her lips, wetting them as she panted from Markoz's ministrations. The orc's thick fingers were probing deeper into her folds, stroking the inner walls as she writhed atop his lap.

A deep guttural laugh rolled out from Markoz's throat. "Ah my sweet princess slave." He pulled her to one side and freed his shaft, then moved her back to sit atop his lap so she straddled his cock and her slick sex nuzzled against the throbbing member. "Do you think you need to do this to help convince me?"

"Ah! Maybe a little. But it has been so long since I have felt you inside. I don't want you to forget about me." Brigitte swallowed as she felt the slanted tip of Markoz's dick slide up along her slit. A shiver went down her spine, and she yearned to guide his manhood inside but needed to let her Chief set the pace.

He wasn't long in obliging her, and gently eased himself into her pussy. Markoz only slid in the first half, keeping his thrusts slow and gentle for his pregnant slave princess. The orc gently moved his hips, stirring his cock and exploring the insides of her sex, testing them and her for responsiveness and comfort. "It has been too long, pet." Markoz chuckled gutturally. "I suppose we should practice fucking in this condition. You're going to be pregnant more often than not in the coming years!"

Brigitte nearly climaxed right at the thought of being pregnant again and again for Markoz.

Why is that so arousing? It is just a natural part of being mates?

Her body shuddered and the walls of her sex clamped down around her Chief's cock. Brigitte began to rock her hips, matching Markoz's motion as she straddled him.

"Whatever my chieftain requires!" Brigitte rolled her head back, tossing her hair over the orc's face and then shoulder as she leaned her weight against his chest. The former princess thrust her hips out, making the cock press tighter against the side of her pussy as she rubbed it up and down inside her. "Mmmm! More, please!"

Markoz thrust deeper inside her, feeding more of his dick into her sex until the slanted tip touched her cervix. He held it there for a moment, then pulled back before thrusting in again. This time he didn't touch the roof of her vagina, but stopped just short. As he perfected the depth of motion needed, the orc started to move faster, fucking her properly as he plunged his shaft in and out of her moist sex.

"Ah! Yes! Yes my chief! Like that! Mmm!" Brigitte moaned eagerly as she felt the thick corkscrewed cock pump in and out of her body. She reached back with one hand to grab his shoulder in order to steady herself, and used it for leverage to begin riding his dick harder. The position made her vest fall back and exposed her breasts as they bounced above her swollen belly.

"Soon you'll have our child suckling here" Markoz said as he groped her breast, paying special attention to her hard nipple. "The first of many orc children that my princess slave will bear me." He chuckled softly as he felt her squirm atop his shaft. Knowing that his mate enjoyed hearing such things only encouraged him to continue. "How many do you think we can have together? You have many child bearing years ahead of you. Ten? Twelve? How many little orclings will you give me?"

"Twelve! At least! I'll breed you an army to crush all our enemies!" Brigitte reached beneath her legs to Markoz and grasped his testicles. She squeezed them gently in her fingers and rolled them over her palm as she turned her head to kiss him again.

Her mate pushed his tongue out into her mouth, where she eagerly sucked on the muscular organ and moaned. She wrapped her lips tighter around it and stroked the tongue as it sat in her mouth, flicking her own tongue all over it as their faces remained locked together. Markoz's tusk rubbed against her cheek roughly, but she didn't mind it. She took it and him, everything into her again and again as she reveled in coupling with her Chief.

"So enthusiastic, such a nice change from the other breeders I own." Markoz's breath started to become labored, and his control began to slip as he rammed into Brigitte, and started to tap her cervix with the end of his cock as their bodies writhed together. "Perhaps...ah...perhaps I could have you training future slaves on how to relish being bred by their Chief!"

"Ah! Yes! Anything for you my Chief!" Brigitte cried out as she convulsed in ecstasy, her climax wracking through her body as she danced atop the orc. Her wildly contorting body glistened as the lights in the room reflected off the sheen of sweat on her skin.

Markoz lifted her off his cock and bent her forward so that her pert ass was pointed back at him. He stroked his shaft furiously and quickly spent his seed over her backside. The hot cum rained down on her, soiling her body again. The hot jizz dripped down the backs of her thighs and into her crack as the orc chieftan worked out all his pent up lust.

This time Brigitte didn't mind the load splattering on her body. This time, she would wear it proudly, she would bask in the heat until it cooled and then dried onto her skin. The former princess swallowed heavily as she caught her breath and her heart raced furiously.

"So," Markoz said after a few moments, "tell me more about eternal glory."

****

The smoldering ruins of Shropfordshire could still be seen in the distance as a wisp of black smoke rose into the sky. The orcs had been very thorough when they left, and though Brigitte did feel sympathy for the now homeless survivors of the orc occupation her guilt was assuaged by thinking about the devastation the enemy was wreaking on the Thestans, the Catabrians, and the northern lords of Heste.

They need to pay a price,

she thought,

even if we lose this war. Queen Jeanette must be made to suffer for the horror she has inflicted on the world.