Yet another night of debauchery goes by. Orok, a bit sore from the waist down, gradually awakens to a gentle, feminine hum. Nova and Pink remain asleep, clinging to his arms, yet Morgana, fully awake and shining like the sun, struts around the suite, adorning different areas with colorful flowers that she takes from a basket dangling from her arm, while idly murmuring a cheerful melody to herself.
The only piece of clothing covering her athletic body is her white shirt, just half-buttoned over her torso, with its lower hem acting like a mini skirt that very precariously hides her plump trimmed mound and round, jiggly ass. “Oh, ello! Good mornin’, luv~!” She sweetly smiles as she notices the orc looking in her direction.
“Hello there… Uh, how long have you been up?” He yawns.
“Ah, quite a while! I got up really early, full of energy! Tee-hee~.” She neatly sets down her basket of flowers before hurrying towards the bed and jumping on top of the orc, planting quick kisses all over his face. “I wanted to let ya three get yer well deserved shut-eye, though, so I decided to go take a stroll around the Capital on me own… And, blimey… this place is brilliant, innit!? I understand most folk haven’t seen an ogre before, so I got some strange looks, but every single person I talked to was lovely! A very nice lady even gifted me those flowers; I was truly chuffed!”
“Oh, I see… Well, that’s, uh… great.” Orok groggily pretends to listen, simply sinking his head back against the pillow and relaxing as he enjoys the ogre’s half-naked body atop his.
Simultaneously, Nova and Pink seem to slowly rouse from their sleep as well. The elf deeply grunts as she rubs her eyes with her fists. “Morning.” She says with a hoarse voice.
“Hewwo…” Promptly follows the succubus in a drowsy mumble, leaning upwards to stretch her tiny, voluptuous body like a kitten over the mattress. Her nose suddenly perking up as she detects a very pleasant scent, soundly sniffing a pair of times to fully take it in. “Yo, what’s that smell…?”
“Whoops, I almost forgot!” Morgana jumps out of bed, sprinting to the back of the suite and quickly returning with a big, delicious-looking apple pie between her hands. “I baked this for ya three! As a thank you for acceptin’ me in yer group and helpin’ me become a mommy.” She smiles from ear to ear, doing a cute pose as she proudly displays her appetizing creation. “The kitchen in this castle is jaw-dropping, puts the little one I had back in me village to shame, haha!”
Pink rubs her hands together and licks her lips as she hungrily gawks at the treat. Nova, instead, lowers her gaze. A sharp feeling of guilt pricking at her stomach like a needle. Shame, yet mixed with a tiny hint of… relief…? A selfless, empathic relief from Morgana’s child not having that fat, bald idiot loser as a father? Or… maybe… a more selfish and envious one…? “T-thank you, Morgana…” She finally sighs.
“Of course, luv! Also, another thing. Pink, I made a little somethin’ for ya pet too! Look in yer nightstand.”
“Uh? Did you really- AAAAAAAAA~!” The succubus isn’t able to hold back a feminine shriek of excitement the instant she notices the gift. Over her bedside table is set a small, cushioned, expertly handcrafted wooden bedding, on top of which the ugly artist frog calmly rests. Defying its usual stoic expression, what seems like the faintest hint of an impossible smile of satisfaction could be perceived on its bulbous lips… “Aww, he looks so comfyyy~! Morgs, you are the best!”
“Heeey, bring that thing over here already! I’m hungry!” The orc impatiently interrupts, now fully awoken by the delicious sight.
“Ehehe, sure thing!” Morgana giggles as she returns to the mattress and calmly kneels on top of it. “Should I go ahead and feed it to ya too, darlin’~?” She flutters her eyelashes.
“Gahahaha, yeah! Pamper me!” He laughs, contently resting his arms behind his head and opening his mouth wide.
Frowny faced, Nova interjects before any more intimate flirting takes place, grabbing a slice of the pie herself and holding it in front of Orok. “I-I’ll do it.” She hurries to say, nervously shoving the food into the orc’s mouth. The sudden, unexpected roughness surprising him and making him choke.
“Uh… I think ya should be a bit gentler, luv… Ya goin’ to hurt ‘im…”
“I-I am being gentle!” The elf exclaims as she continues trying to force the pie down his gullet. “It’s just… difficult to do this with his tusks in the way…”
Pink amusedly snorts at the situation, snatching a slice of pie for herself and enthusiastically munching on it. “Nom nom nom nom. Waaaooo, it’s melting in my mouth! Shooo goooood~!” The little succubus fawns over the sweet treat, quickly hoarding a couple more slices for herself.
“Ack! W-what’s your problem, crazy elf!?” Orok violently coughs as he finally manages to take the pie off the insistent girl’s hand. She simply pouts and crosses her arms in defeat.
“She is just trying to act romantic for once. Don’t be mean, big guy!” Pink chuckles with her mouth stuffed full. “Heeey, do we need to do something important today? Can’t we just spend all day in bed eating and fucking~?”
The orc spends a few moments clearing his throat, before resuming to eat on his own. “Well, that sounds-” He stops dead, red eyes widening like plates as he loudly gasps, almost choking again. “Gah, I almost forgot! I have to start preparing stuff for Makoto-chan’s concert! I gotta go!” He pushes girls off his way as he scurries out of bed, frenetically searching for his scattered clothes and starting to put them on.
“Aww, it’s really cute seein’ ya so eager to help someone!” Morgana giggles, delicately covering her lips. “What a sweet ‘eart!”
“Sweetheart, seriously…?” Nova huffs as she observes her master darting back and forth through the room, idly tracing her fingers across the collar encircling her slender neck… Her amber gaze suddenly drifting downwards towards the strange, luxurious sword that the orc found in the cave near Morgana’s village, which now carelessly lays in the floor, over a pile of undergarments. “Hey, wait a second! You were supposed to take that thing to the Court Sorceress. You should do that first.” She firmly points at the gleaming blade.
“Huh…? Oh, that thing!” The orc pushes his pants up as he walks towards the sword, picking it up and latching it to the side of his hip before continuing getting dressed. “Gahaha, I’m not just gonna give it away like an idiot, I’m keeping it.”
“Ugh, I knew it…! You know what? Do as you please, see if I care… When you get in trouble and they decide to hang you, I’ll be celebrating!”
“Umm…” Morgana gently rests her hand atop Nova’s leg in an attempt to cease her rant. She then stands up from the bed, walking right in front of the towering orc, looking straight at his eyes and holding both of his humongous hands. “Darlin’, that sword… Ya found it in the cave where Garret’s… remains were, remember? I understand ya like it a lot, but it could be a very important clue in figuring out what really happened in there, and preventing it from happenin’ to anyone else…”
“I… well, I just…” The orc awkwardly stumbles over his words, visibly disoriented by the pair of guilt-striking puppy eyes present in the ogre’s motherly expression. “B-but it’s a really cool sword…”
“Certainly… But I bet ya know what the right thing to do in this situation is, don’t ya? I’ll assure ya it is also the most fulfillin’ one!” She gives his hands the most tender squeeze, taking a step closer until her large bosom presses against his front. “Do it for me? For the mother of yer children? Pretty, pretty please?”
“I… I-I don’t… Gaaaaahhhhh, fiiiiine, whatever…” He exaggeratedly groans in frustration, pulling his hands away from the ogre’s grip. “But I’ll do it just because I feel like it, I couldn’t care less about all that other nonsense!”
“Ehehe, thank ya so much! Yer such a kind lad~!” Morgana gets on her tip-toes to plant a sweet little kiss on the ambassador’s cheek.
“Tch.” He clicks his tongue, very faintly blushing as he turns around and hurries away from the suite.
Nova quietly seethes internally, her right eye twitching. She grabs the platter holding what remains of the apple pie and starts voraciously stress-eating…
“Aight, now that that’s settled…” Morgana rests her hands atop her wide hips. “What are we doin’ today, ladies? We could spend all day relaxin’ in ‘ere but there has to be somethin’ more entertainin’ for us to do…”
“Hm, now that you mention it…” Pink taps her chin, a sly little smile forming on her face. “Wanna help Nov-Nov and me brighten a lonely virgin’s day~?”
…
Some corridors and stairs away from the luxurious suite, inside the Court Sorceress’ laboratory, the haughty, curvaceous redhead remains seated in front of her large workstation. Atop it, an ancient, almost crumbling tome filled with runes and strange symbols lays open… Concentratedly, Grace holds her palms just inches away from it, causing the writings to be magically transcribed to a pile of blank lined paper stacked close…
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Suddenly, hyper aggressive bangs flood the whole room, like a raging bull had seen red and couldn’t help it but bash its horns against the door of her lab. “Wh-What!? Oi, who is there!? Stop that immediately or there will be consequences!” She angrily shouts.
“Yo, it’s me, fat tits… Open up this stupid door…” Promptly replies the brutish orc ambassador in a far less enthusiastic tone of voice than usual.
The sorceress gulps as she recognizes Orok‘s voice, immediately staying dead quiet in an attempt to get him to just give up and go away. Less than five seconds pass, before…
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Grace tries to endure it, yet the unending pounding quickly becomes unbearable. She grunts in despair, stomping her heeled feet against the floor a few times in the form of a mini tantrum, before doing a circular motion with her hand and finally allowing the door to open. “Gah, finally…” The orc sighs, stepping inside.
The heart of the sorceress can’t keep itself from skipping a beat as she catches sight of the giant, barbaric green creature. The first time meeting him again since the depraved night she was forced to spend with him… The anxious fluttering in her chest starts slowly and begrudgingly transferring to the area between her loins, remembering how he roughly forced orgasm after orgasm out of her, how his disgusting, greasy hands squeezed every part of her body, how his-
“You checking me out or something…?” Orok tilts his head to the side as he notices the woman’s silent gaze linger on him.
“O-of course not! Drop dead, disgusting pig!” Grace manages to pull herself out of her trance, doing her best to replace all those terrible, wretched memories in her brain with lovely moments she shared with her husband. “What do you even want!?”
The orc pats the sword dangling from his hip. “Juliette needs me to give you this.”
“Oh… that… Yes, she informed me about the situation already… Occultist activity, ugh, what a pain…” She groans, massaging her forehead with one hand and pointing at her collection of yet-to-be-inspected items with the other. “Leave it there and go away, orc.”
While the orc starts reluctantly dragging his feet towards the heap of artifacts, Grace decides to give him no more of her undeserved attention and turns to her book again, intending to continue working… Yet, a couple of minutes passes, and the satisfying sound of his steps as he walks away from the room doesn’t seem to come. Just silence.
“Oi, I told you to- WHY ARE YOU NAKED!?”
When the woman looks over her shoulder to check on him, what she is met with is the orc completely stripped of any clothes, his stiffening shaft hanging freely between his thighs. “Gahahaha, because I’m going to have sex with you! I can still do it four more times, remember~?” He lecherously rubs his hands together as he approaches the woman. “I didn’t come all the way here just to lose my sword.”
“Do not take a step closer!” The alarmed sorceress shrieks, having to actively stop herself from casting a destruction spell at his direction. “I-I’m very busy right now! A-and there are no c-condoms here!”
Orok rubs his chin in a pondering manner, taking a minute to blatantly ogle the seated pompous beauty. “Doesn’t matter, I have an idea.”
The orc grabs her arm and roughly yanks her up from her chair just to take a seat himself. He then holds her by her tiny waist and forces her to rest atop his lap, facing her desk… His long, intimidating, dark-green shaft peeks from between her pair of bare, juicy thighs, the pillar smothered by their excess of squishy flesh. “There we go! Now just keep doing what you were doing while I have fun with this body of yours, breeding cow.” He speaks directly to her ear, rolling her short skirt upwards to reveal more and more of her legs.
Grace whimpers, her face as crimson as her hair, large beads of sweat dripping through her forehead… Her soft, voluptuous body looking even more feminine than usual as it presses and contrasts against the beastly ambassador…
Contently, his cock throbs between her hams, spurting a constant flow of precum that slides down and bathes her creamy, pale skin. “U-urrrgh, sickening…” She complains in a shaky voice, lifting her palms atop the ancient text in front of her and trying to ignore the pervert as she resumes her task.
He removes the dark capelet laid over her shoulders and tosses it away, revealing the outline of her upper body in all its lewd glory, covered just by a white shirt that struggles to stay buttoned. “I was beginning to forget how huge these milkers are…” He licks his lips as he unceremoniously starts squeezing on her bust, playing with the tender, malleable sacks of fat. “Woah, you are not wearing a bra! Gahaha, what a slut… It must be very difficult to find comfortable bras your size, huh~?” He laughs inbetween slow upward thrusts into the snug gap created by her thick thighs pressed together.
The scowling, pouty sorceress doesn’t reply, just endures the fondling and the outercourse as she magically translades the ancient symbols into the newer receptacle. “Not going to say anything? How boring.” He says, rapidly flickering his index fingers against the woman’s nipples, making the nubs harden and poke out through her shirt. The fabric so drenched in sweat that it has become translucent, clearly displaying the succulent pinkness of the jugs hiding behind it. “I’ll go ahead and pull them out, then.”
The size of Orok‘s hands cause him to fumble with the little buttons, growing more and more impatient until he simply decides to violently burst her shirt open, eliciting a sharp gasp from Grace as her massive tits outright spill out to reveal themselves in the most unrefined, vulgar way possible.
The orc then continues eagerly kneading the soft globes like he was trying to squeeze milk out of them. He cups them on his palms to feel their sheer weight, lifting them as much as possible before suddenly letting them drop to their original place, ripples dancing across the pale boobflesh as the sloshing udders slam against her midriff and eachother…
“Damn…” He grunts, still impressed, continuing the obscene chest massage while roughly thrusting into the sweat-slick, improvised fucktunnel between her hams. Grace grumbles, her plump, pursed lips noticeably trembling, yet not nearly as much as her pussy, unwillingly tingling and moistening her underwear. Her magic runes now deformed and misplaced, intermixed with subliminal phallic figures that appear every time the ambassador pushes his hips all the way upwards and his huge shaft peeks out as high as her belly-button.
“Y-you… hmmph… You are nothing more than a brainless, pitiful monster, you know that? I-I… hnng… I don’t even see you as a man… My beloved husband is a real man… But you? You are just a- eeeek!” The sweaty, flushed woman whimpers as her rant is interrupted by one of the orc’s muscular arms tightly wrapping itself around her torso, right below her bust, while the other one encircles her upper chest, causing her bare jugs to be lewdly squashed between both of his forearms.
Hugging her as close as possible, loudly moaning directly to her ear, Orok speeds up the pace of his hips, fucking her thigh-pussy as hard as he possibly can. His upward slams so vigorous and powerful that his low-hanging balls, that had previously just settled still atop the borrowed seat, now swing upwards and impact against her skin with fleshy claps.
“You bratty cow! I’m gonna…” Orok feraly exclaims, sniffing on the sorceress’ hair, licking her ear, biting on her neck… Grace squeaks like a toy, her small manicured hands withdrawing from their magical endeavours to desperately grip on his arms, digging her long nails into their green skin as she is wildly bounced up and down.
After a couple more energetic thrusts, the orc finally reaches his climax. Viscous, hot, musky ropes of sperm violently splurt from the crown of his cock up towards the air, landing all over the sorceress’ desk and making a mess out of the transcripts she had been working on for the past hours. The papers now absolutely ruined by the sticky, pearly white fluid, disgracefully transformed into nothing more than a bunch of napkins that hold the large puddle of virile seed…
The orc’s arms then soften around the woman and her limp body slides down to the floor, completely drained. “That was pretty nice!” He stands up and stretches, his buttocks leaving behind two circular, sweaty imprints on the woman’s fancy chair. “But I deserve something more than just fucking your legs, sooo… I guess I’ll just take a look around and pick something I like.”
The orc grabs a handful of Grace’s fiery red hair and carelessly drags her along with him towards the enchanted artifacts laid across the shelves of the laboratory. “W-wait… Waaait…!” The woman complains, smacking at his leg with all her remaining forces, trying to stop him from putting his disgusting greasy paws on her perfectly organized collection. “Y-you… hnnng, you can’t do that…!”
“Let’s see.” Orok hums as he uses his free hand to inspect any item he sees, letting out a disappointed grunt each time. “Gah, all these things are so creepy and boring! Don’t you have anything cooler than this crap!?”
“C-crap…!? Th-these are the most powerful artifacts in the whole kingdom…! Agh, of course a dim-witted LOSER like you would fail to understand that… Like I said, you are not even a thinking being, just a thuggish beast that I should put down for good… Or better yet, I’ll ask my perfect husband to do it. He’ll slay you like he slays all the vermin that-“
The woman’s bravado and energy seems to resurge, fueled by her intense rage at the terribly disrespectful comment… though only for a moment…
“Ugh, shut up already!” The vexed orc loses his patience and rudely yanks her hair downwards until she is lying over her back on the floor, then before she is able to rise, he approaches her upper body and swiftly takes a seat right on top of her face. “That’s better, Gahahaha.”
Grace can only let out muffled noises, smothered under the orc’s bare asscheeks. To her horror, her plump, pillowy lips press directly against his asshole, massaging it with every desperate hateful insult she pointlessly tries to spew. “O-oh, woah… you trying to make me cum again or something? Good girl…” Orok moans out, facing her body, his large cock resting atop her torso, snugged right between her fat, jiggly titties as they spill to the sides.
The orc ambassador uses his legs to squeeze her sweaty udders together and make a tight, warm, snug fit around his shaft. He jerks himself off with her boobs while having his anus unintentionally pleasured by her mouth at the same time… Almost drooling at the sensation, he starts to hump her face, burying her gorgeous face even deeper into his ass, outright assaulting her addled brain with the musk, the bitter taste, and worst of all, the absolute humiliation.
“MMMHHPPPFFF! MMMHHPPPFFFTTTT!”
“Gaha, you kiss your husband with that mouth?” The orc mocks her, suddenly leaning forth to wrap his hand around one of her ankles and lift her shaky leg up into the air. “Guess I’ll return the favor~.” He says, rolling down her skirt until it’s wrapped around her tummy and her soaked panties are revealed, which he promptly slides to the side to reveal her juicy, pink, glistening cunt.
A smug grin forms on his face as he experimentally presses his hand against her mound and strands of thick, gooey pussycream instantly cling to his fingers. “You are sopping wet. You must be loving this!” Orok laughs, now sliding knuckle-deep into the woman, eliciting lewd, plunger-like, squishy noises with every movement of his fingers.
Her lower body thrashes around, her heeled feet kick at the air, the fierce, high-pitched vibrations of her uncontainable moans just give him more pleasure. “We’ll cum at the same time, alright? Get ready…” The orc groans, his palm clapping against the sorceress’ clit as he reaches deep into her tunnel with his huge digits, her chubby pussylips sucking hard on them.
He vigorously fucks her soft cowtits, wiping his asshole with the woman’s entire face. “Geeeeet ready…” He repeats, gritting his teeth, searching that familiar tingling sensation on his balls… until finally, after a few more seconds… “Now!”
He immediately pulls his fingers out of Grace’s pussy with a loud ‘POP’ sound, causing a powerful jet of transparent liquid to squirt out like he ordered, hissing as it goes up in the air like a fountain, then lands into the floor and obscenely splatters all over it, forming a big puddle. On his part, while the woman has an explosive orgasm, the orc relaxes his body and lets out his second load of the day. His range of fire going all the way towards her crotch, bathing her stomach and squirting pussy with gallons of sperm, completely staining her expensive clothes.
“Gahaha, phew~.” He wipes the sweat off his forehead, waiting a few moments before finally standing up and allowing the woman to properly breathe fresh air again. Her face an absolute mess of fluids, as red tinted as her tousled hair, almost purple, completely in sync with her silly expression. Her green eyes remain vacant and half-lidden, while her mouth is stuck in an O shape like she was a fish out of water, only tiny little whimpers coming out of it now. “You look just like when- OH! I know what to take now! Hope you still have it…”
While Grace remains motionless on the floor, the orc quickly redresses himself and exits her line of sight for a couple of minutes, returning with the crate of aphrodisiac spiked wine, the same that started all the blackmail, between his hands. “Alright, this will do! See you soon, magic cow.” He pokes her with his foot, before turning around and finally exiting the sorceress’ lab, having the decency to at least close the door behind him…
Her private sanctuary of knowledge tainted, disorganized and corrupted. The stench of indecency flooding the area… And in the middle of it all, there she is… On the floor, covered in a foul beast’s seed, with her breasts exposed and her poor entrance continuing to ooze cuntjuice. This is… This is a punishment. This is not sex. This is not… cheating, she wouldn’t… She only had sex with her husband, this is… not sex… not cheating…
Just three more times and it’s over…
