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Jaina Proudmoore’s cloak clung to her sweat-slicked skin, the heavy fabric sticking where it shouldn’t. She’d lost count of how many hours she’d been dragged through the camp, her wrists raw from the ropes, her knees scraped from the dirt. The orcs hadn’t touched her—not yet—but their laughter followed her like a second set of chains.
One of them, a brute with tusks that gleamed in the firelight, leaned in close enough for her to smell the musk on him. "Human women always look better on their knees," he rumbled, dragging a calloused thumb over her bottom lip. Jaina held her breath, refusing to flinch.
Behind her, the captured soldiers weren’t as composed. Their ragged breathing gave them away—some out of fear, others something far more telling. A young knight’s armor rattled as he shifted, his face flushed. The orcs noticed.
"Pathetic," another orc sneered, kicking the knight’s shield aside. "You can’t even pretend you don’t want to watch." The knight’s throat bobbed, his gaze flickering to Jaina’s torn robes. She didn’t need to see his hands to know what they were doing.
The first orc’s grip tightened in her hair, tilting her head back. "Tell them," he growled, breath hot against her ear. "Tell them why they’ll never satisfy a woman like you." Jaina’s lips parted—not to obey, but to spit—until his other hand slid between her thighs, fingers rough through the damp fabric. A gasp escaped her before she could stop it.
One of the humans groaned, the sound unmistakable. The orcs laughed, their taunts sharpening. "They can’t even last long enough to *hear* you break," one jeered, nudging the knight’s boot with his axe. "But we’ll make sure you scream loud enough to remind them."
Jaina’s pulse roared in her ears, her body betraying her as the orc’s fingers pressed harder. She hated the way her hips jerked, hated the wetness they found. Worse was the choked whimper from behind her—the knight, losing his battle with shame. The orcs’ grins widened. "See?" the first murmured, licking the sweat from her neck. "Even *they* know their place."
The second orc grabbed her wrist, forcing her palm flat against the bulge in his leathers. Heat radiated through the rough material, thick and unyielding. "Tell them how *this* feels," he ordered, grinding into her grip. Her fingers twitched, not from resistance but from the sheer size of him. One of the humans cursed, breath hitching as his fist moved faster.
Jaina’s voice came out ragged. "Pathetic little men," she spat, and the orcs rewarded her with a groan of approval. The knight’s armor clattered—his knees giving out. "They couldn’t fill a *thimble*," she added, louder, and the camp erupted in laughter. The first orc’s fingers curled inside her, wrenching a cry from her throat.
Behind them, the humans were breaking. Some hid their faces; others stared openly, hands working beneath their belts. The second orc freed himself with a rough tug, his cock heavy against Jaina’s wrist. "Now tell them why you’re *dripping*," he growled, smearing her slickness across his shaft. The scent of her arousal mixed with the musk of the orcs, thick enough to taste.
Jaina’s thighs trembled as the first orc withdrew his fingers, dragging them down her chin. "Their cocks are like twigs," she hissed, her voice shaking only slightly. The humans groaned in unison—some in shame, others in twisted pleasure. The orcs roared approval, one grabbing her hair to force her gaze downward. "But *this*," she gasped, staring at the veined girth in her face, "*this* is what a woman *needs*."
The first orc yanked her forward, his cockhead pressing against her lips. Jaina gagged as he shoved inside, the stretch burning. Behind her, the sounds of the humans grew frantic—buckles clinking, breaths ragged. The orc fucked her mouth in slow, relentless strokes, each thrust making her throat convulse. "They couldn’t even reach this deep," he mocked, pulling her hair taut.
Saliva dripped down her chin as the second orc dragged her hips back, his hands rough on her bare skin. She didn’t resist when he lined himself up, her body arching before he even pushed in. The humans’ moans crested as he sheathed himself to the hilt, Jaina’s scream muffled around the first orc’s cock. "Listen to that," he chuckled, hips snapping forward. "They’re coming before I’ve even *started*."
One of the knights collapsed onto his side, his small, twitching cock spilling onto the dirt. The orcs jeered, kicking dust onto his shame. Jaina’s thighs shook as the second orc pounded into her, her own slickness making obscene sounds with every thrust.
The second orc leaned over her back, his tusks scraping her shoulder. "Tell them why you’re squeezing me so tight," he growled, biting down hard enough to bruise. Jaina’s breath hitched—she couldn’t lie. "B-because I’ve never—*fuck*—never felt this full!" The admission shattered the last of the humans’ dignity; one sobbed openly, his limp cock still twitching in his palm.
The first orc yanked her head back by the hair, his thumb smearing her ruined lipstick. "Look at them," he ordered, forcing her gaze toward the trembling knights. "Tell them what happens next." Jaina’s voice was raw, but she didn’t hesitate. "You’ll *breed* me," she panted, her hips meeting the second orc’s thrusts. "And they’ll *watch*." The humans’ choked cries were lost under the orcs’ roaring laughter.
Sweat dripped down Jaina’s spine as the second orc’s pace turned punishing, his thick cock dragging against her deepest spots. "Say it louder," he demanded, pinching her nipple hard. Jaina arched, her scream breaking into a moan. "Their *seed* is *worthless*!" The words sent one knight over the edge again, his pathetic dribble soaking his tunic.
The second orc’s grip on her hips tightened, his growl vibrating through her. "You’ll take *every drop*," he snarled, slamming into her cervix. Jaina’s vision whited out as her body clenched around him, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. Behind them, the humans’ hands never stopped—some stroking, some simply clutching themselves, eyes glazed with humiliation and need.
The first orc shoved two fingers into her slack mouth, coating them in her spit before dragging them down to her clit. "Beg," he ordered, circling the swollen bud. Jaina’s back bowed, her voice shattered. "*Please*—*fill me*!" The second orc’s roar drowned out the humans’ whimpers as he buried himself to the hilt, his release pulsing inside her. The heat of it sent Jaina crashing over the edge, her cunt milking him through each thick spurt.
One knight’s breath hitched—his own climax pitifully silent compared to the orcs’ growls. The first orc yanked Jaina’s head back, forcing her to watch as the man’s seed dribbled pathetically down his thigh. "Look at him," he sneered, smearing her slickness across her belly. "This is all your *kind* can give you." Jaina’s thighs trembled, fresh arousal dripping onto the dirt.
The second orc pulled out slowly, his cum leaking down her thighs. "Again," he demanded, flipping her onto her hands and knees. Jaina didn’t resist—her body arched eagerly, her cunt still fluttering around nothing. Her pussy was red and swollen from the Orc's brutal thrusts, dripping his creamy seed down her thighs.
One of the knights, barely conscious, whimpered as another orc stepped forward, his cock already slick with precum. "Watch closely, little man," the orc sneered, gripping Jaina’s hips. She gasped as he shoved inside her again, the stretch even more intense now. "This is how you *ruin* a woman." His thick, green length disappeared inside her, slamming deep with every thrust.
Jaina’s moans grew louder, her body rocking forward with each brutal push. "Y-yes!" she cried, her fingers clawing at the dirt. The orcs laughed, one of them dragging a claw down her back. Behind them, the humans were broken—some still jerking their pathetic cocks, others too weak to move. One knight sobbed openly, his own cum staining the ground beneath him.
The orc fucking her leaned down, his tusks scraping her shoulder as he snarled into her ear. "Tell them how much deeper I reach," he demanded, thrusting hard enough to make her toes curl in the dirt. Jaina gasped, her voice ragged. "T-they couldn't—*ah!*—couldn't even *dream* of this!" The remaining knights shuddered, their hands moving faster over their pathetic lengths, spurred on by her humiliation.
One human, his face streaked with tears, whimpered as he spilled onto his armor again—dry and weak. The orcs roared with laughter, one kicking the man's boot. "Look at him," another sneered, gripping Jaina's hair to force her gaze downward. "He can't even *stop*." She watched, panting, as the knight's cock twitched feebly, his seed barely a trickle. "P-pathetic," she spat, her own body clenching around the orc's girth.
The second orc stepped forward, his thick cock glistening with slickness. "Open," he ordered, dragging the head over her swollen lips. Jaina obeyed without hesitation, her tongue darting out to lap at the bitter precum. Behind her, the first orc growled, his thrusts turning possessive. "She *knows*," he taunted, yanking her hips back onto him. "She knows human cocks are *jokes*." The humans' moans were barely audible over the wet slap of flesh.
Jaina's voice cracked as she arched, her hands clawing at the dirt. "*Breed me*," she begged, her tits swaying with every brutal thrust. "F-fill me until I—*ah!*—until I *drip* with you!" The second orc shoved into her mouth, his tusks scraping her cheeks. She gagged around him, drool pooling in her lap as the first orc pounded her cervix. "*Please*," she sobbed, the word muffled by cock, "*knock me up*!" The humans shuddered, their own pathetic spurts staining the ground.
The orcs roared, their laughter dark with triumph. The first orc's grip on her hips turned punishing, his cock pulsing inside her. "*This* is what you beg for?" he snarled, slamming into her deepest spot. Jaina's scream was ragged, her cunt clenching around him. "Y-yes! *Fuck* my womb full—*make me swell*!" Her tits bounced wildly as he pistoned into her, the slap of their joining echoing through the camp.
One of the humans whimpered, his hand still working his spent cock. The second orc leaned down, his breath hot on Jaina's neck. "Watch, little man," he growled, palming her breast roughly. "Her belly *will* round with our spawn." His thumb circled her nipple, tugging hard as she keened. "*Mine first*," the first orc snarled, his thrusts turning erratic. Jaina's thighs trembled, her voice breaking—"*Please*—*breed me like a bitch*!"
The orc roared, slamming deep as her cunt fluttered around him. Jaina's scream shattered—her vision whiting out as her orgasm ripped through her, her walls milking his cock with desperate pulses. The orc's tusks scraped her shoulder as he buried himself to the hilt, his release surging into her womb in thick, scalding spurts. "*Take it*," he growled, grinding against her cervix as her body jerked with each jet of cum. Jaina sobbed, her fingers clawing at the dirt—her belly already feeling *full*.
Behind her, the humans were reduced to twitching messes, their seed pooling beneath them in pathetic dribbles. One knight's mouth hung open as he watched the orc's cock twitch inside Jaina, his own limp length dripping onto his boots.
The second orc pulled Jaina's head back by her hair, forcing her to look at the ruined knights. "Tell them what they'll never have," he growled, dragging his cockhead through her slick folds. Jaina's voice was hoarse but unwavering—"A *real* cock, a *real* claim." The humans shuddered, their whimpers drowned out by the wet squelch as the orc thrust back inside her.
Her swollen belly pressed against the dirt now, the first orc's cum still leaking from her stretched hole. The second orc's thrusts were slower, deeper—deliberate. "Feel that?" he taunted the humans, grinding his pelvis against Jaina's ass. "She's *still* hungry."
The first orc crouched beside her, smearing a hand through the mess between her thighs before shoving his slick fingers into a knight's mouth. "*Taste*," he commanded. The human gagged but sucked obediently, his tongue lapping at the bitter mixture of Jaina’s arousal and orc seed. She watched his Adam’s apple bob with a perverse thrill, her own hips lifting instinctively toward the second orc’s thrusts. "*Pathetic*," she panted, arching as his cockhead nudged her tender cervix. "You *lick* what they *fuck* into me."
The knight whimpered around the fingers, his own cock twitching weakly against his thigh. The orcs laughed—a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through Jaina’s bones. The second orc gripped her hips tighter, his pace turning jagged. "*Mine*," he growled, his tusks grazing her spine. Jaina’s breath hitched as his cock swelled inside her, the stretch bordering on painful. "*Yours*," she gasped, her cunt fluttering around him. "*Only yours*."
The second orc’s snarl was guttural as he buried himself to the hilt, his release flooding her already overfilled cunt. Jaina’s scream was raw, her body convulsing as his cum spilled past his cock, hot and thick down her thighs. The humans’ whimpers were pitiful—one knight’s hand twitched toward his own limp cock, as if he couldn’t stop himself. The humans’ soft cries faded under the wet slap of skin, their own seed drying in the dirt.