The orc let out another roar of pain as your teeth sank into his hand, biting deep. He growled lowly, shaking you roughly by the throat as he tried to dislodge your teeth from his flesh. "Let go!" He demanded through gritted teeth, wincing in pain as you held on tight.

"Oi! Kaz'Vog! Leave him be!" One of his clansmen shouted from outside the cottage; their voice barely audible over the sounds of battle still raging on. "

The orc lord growled lowly, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he glared at you from beneath his brows. He released your throat with one hand and grabbed the front of your shirt in his free hand, lifting you off the ground again; this time holding you close enough that his body was pressed against yours.

"You'll pay for defying me," he snarled, "and you will obey."

His grin widened as he felt her tight little cunt begin to relax around him. "Good girl," he growled, nipping at her neck before suckling the tender flesh there. "Now, you're going to be my breeding pet." He thrust harder into her, his cock sliding in and out of her easily now as she slowly began to adjust to his size.

"Let me hear you call me 'sir'," he demanded roughly, his voice low and husky as it vibrated against her skin. "

His growl rumbled through his chest as he felt her mouth form the words on his skin. "Good girl," he praised, nipping at her neck again before suckling harder. He pushed into her roughly, slamming his hips against hers in a brutal display of dominance and possession. "Now, be a good little breeding pet for me," he demanded as his claws raked over her back, leaving angry red scratches in their wake. "Say it."

"I'm your breeding pet,"

The Orc King grinned wickedly as he felt your body respond to his touch and words. "Good," he purred, rubbing himself against you now. "Because I have plans for us... plans that involve both of us enjoying each other." He nipped at your earlobe again, hard enough to make you whimper softly. "And don't worry, sweet Noah," he whispered into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I'll take care of everything...

"Don't worry, my pet..." The Orc King growled softly, pulling back slightly to gaze down at you with his golden eyes. "I will always protect what is mine."

He leaned down once more, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that left no doubt about his intentions.

His voice was rough and commanding as he spoke, his words laced with desire and lust. "And when I do fit my cock here," he growled huskily, moving his other hand to cup your other breast roughly, squeezing it tightly, "you'll know that you belong to me." His fingers slid lower still, slipping between the folds of your wetness, feeling you heat surround them as they penetrated deeper. "And when I cum inside you,"

"you'll never forget it." He growled, his voice thick with desire as he pushed deeper into you. "And when I mark you..." His hand slid up your body again, cupping your face roughly through the dirty skin of your captivity. "You'll know that you are mine." His thumb rubbed roughly over your lips, and then he leaned in close enough to whisper against them. "Say it."

His hips bucked violently as he came, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he held himself inside you; his cock twitching as it emptied its last drops of cum deep within your body. The weight and size of him pressed you painfully against the horse beneath you, but you didn't care; all that mattered was the feeling of being full of him.

With a growl, he finally pulled out; his softening cock slipping wetly from your pussy with a loud pop.

You were panting heavily, your eyes glassy with pleasure and tears. You felt a strange sense of fullness and emptiness all at once; as if you had been split in two and then reunited again. He chuckled darkly, his voice rough from exertion. "That's right," he growled, nuzzling your neck. "You belong to me now."

His claws dug into the flesh of your hip as he looked down at you; pride and possessiveness shining in his golden eyes.

The Orc King snorted at your words, his arm tightening fractionally around you as he chuckled roughly. "Of course I do," he grunted, amusement clear in his voice. "I'm the Alpha Male of this tribe, after all." He leaned closer still, his hot breath tickling your ear as he added huskily, "And you belong to me now, so you should get used to my smell."

The Orc King grinned at the effect his scent was having on you and couldn't help but feel a surge of possessive satisfaction course through him. "That's right," he growled hoarsely, rubbing your back roughly with one hand while the other cupped your breast through the thin bra, tweaking and pinching at your nipple. "You belong to me now."

His hips shifted slightly against yours, his hard cock pressing against your ass in a clear invitation. "And soon,"