SPOIL OF THE ORC KING pt 2

“Take her away,” Gorak muttered, his amber eyes gleaming with dark promise as he pushed Milana’s face to the side with one rough palm, dismissing her like a toy he’d tire of later. “Get her cleaned up for my cock.” Before Milana could scramble to her feet or spit another curse, rough hands seized her arms again. But these weren’t the male guards from before, two female orcs, broad-shouldered and tusked, with braided hair and scarred green skin, hauled her up. They were warriors too, clad in leather harnesses that left little to the imagination, their grips like iron vices. “Let go of me, you bitches!” Milana shrieked, twisting and kicking as they dragged her from the hall. Laughter echoed behind her, the court’s crude jeers fading as doors slammed shut. “I’ll kill you all! I swear it!” The female orcs just chuckled, low and guttural. “Feisty little human,” one grunted, her voice like grinding stones. “Gorak, we'll break that spirit soon enough.” They hauled her through twisting corridors of black stone, torches flickering shadows across the walls. Milana’s screams bounced off the damp rock, but no one came to her aid. Finally, they shoved her through a low door into a steaming chamber, a bathhouse carved from natural rock, humid air thick with the scent of herbs and minerals. In the center shimmered a small, sunken pool, steam rising like ghosts from the hot water. Stone benches lined the walls, and shelves held oils, soaps, and wicked-looking blades. “Strip her,” the taller orc ordered, shoving Milana toward the pool. Milana whirled, fists clenched despite her bound wrists. “Touch me and I’ll…” The shorter one backhanded her lightly, enough to sting, not bruise. “Shut your pretty mouth, sun jade. Gorak wants you clean, not broken. Yet.” They cut her bonds with a dagger, then tore the ruined gown from her body in swift rips. Milana fought, nails scratching green skin, but they overpowered her easily, laughing at her efforts. Naked now, her pale skin glowing in the steam, she was forced into the hot pool. The water enveloped her like a lover’s embrace, soothing aches from the fight she hadn’t even realized she had. “Hold still,” the taller one growled, dunking Milana’s head under. She surfaced sputtering, golden hair plastered to her curves. They scrubbed her relentlessly, coarse sponges lathered with herbal soap that smelled of pine and wildflowers, scraping away dirt, blood, and sweat from every inch. Milana hissed as they worked her arms, her back, her full breasts, the sponges rough against her sensitive n*****s, sending unwanted sparks through her body. “Filthy beasts,” she snarled, but her voice wavered as the heat soaked in, relaxing muscles against her will. One orc pinned her arms while the other spread her thighs underwater. “Time for the shave,” the shorter one said with a wicked grin, producing a gleaming razor. Milana bucked, water splashing. “No, don’t you dare!” But they did. Firm hands held her open, the blade gliding smooth and precise over her mound, stripping away the soft golden curls until her p***y was bare, smooth as silk. The sensation was humiliating, intimate, cool air kissing newly exposed skin as they pulled her from the water. Milana’s cheeks burned, a traitorous throb building between her legs from the handling, the vulnerability. They dried her roughly with thick towels, then oiled her from head to toe. Warm, scented oil, musk and sandalwood poured over her skin, their calloused hands massaging it in. Fingers kneaded her shoulders, her breasts, slicking her n*****s until they peaked hard. Down her flat belly, over her hips, between her thighs where they lingered just long enough to make her gasp. “Gorak likes ’em shiny and ready,” one murmured, thumb brushing her c**t teasingly. Milana bit her lip to stifle a moan, hating how her body responded, slick and aching despite her fury. Finally, they wrapped her in a thin silk robe, barely covering her oiled curves and dragged her to Gorak’s chambers. The room was vast, a king’s lair: walls draped in furs and tapestries of conquests, a massive bed piled with pelts, a roaring fire in a hearth big enough to roast a boar. They shoved her onto the largest fur, a soft bear pelt spread before the fire and bound her wrists and ankles to iron rings set in the floor, spread-eagled and naked once more, the robe discarded. “You can’t leave me like this!” Milana shouted as they retreated, door slamming shut. “I’ll scream until your ears bleed!” But scream she did, curses echoing until her throat went raw. Hours passed. The fire crackled, shadows lengthened. Defiance gave way to despair, tears streamed down her flawless cheeks, pooling on the fur. Her kingdom lost, her people enslaved, and now this: waiting like a sacrifice for a monster’s pleasure. Night fell, stars glinting through a high window. The door creaked open. Gorak entered, still bare-chested, his braids swaying as he kicked off his boots. His amber eyes locked on her immediately, raking over her bound form, oiled skin glistening in the firelight, golden hair fanned out, bare p***y exposed and vulnerable. “f**k,” he rumbled, voice thick with approval. He approached slowly, circling her like a predator admiring prey. “Look at you, little sun. All cleaned up and shining. That pale skin… those full t**s heaving… and that smooth cunt, begging for a real cock.” Milana lifted her head, tears drying to tracks on her cheeks, but her blue eyes flashed fire. “Untie me, you brute. I’ll gouge your eyes out.” Gorak chuckled, kneeling at her side. He was intelligent, this king, not just a savage warlord, but a strategist who’d built an empire. “Oh, I think not. You’re feisty, princess. I like that. Makes breaking you all the sweeter.” He trailed a thick finger down her cheek, wiping away a tear. “But I see more than fight in those eyes. Curiosity. Heat.” She turned her face away, shivering at his touch. “You see nothing. I hate you.” “Do you?” His hand moved lower, calloused palm gliding over her collarbone, down to cup one breast. He squeezed gently, thumb circling her n****e until it hardened traitorously. “Your body says different.” Milana arched despite herself, a gasp escaping. “Stop… I won’t… ah…” He leaned down, tusked mouth hovering over her skin. “You fought like a warrior today. Impressed me. Most humans break easy. Not you.” His breath was hot against her throat as he trailed kisses, rough, nipping down her neck, over her breasts. He sucked one n****e into his mouth, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to sting. She moaned, hips bucking against the bonds. “Bastard… I’ll never submit.” Gorak’s laugh vibrated against her skin. He moved lower, trailing his tongue down her oiled belly, hands spreading her thighs wider despite the ties. “We’ll see.” His braids brushed her inner thighs as he settled between them, amber eyes meeting hers over the curve of her mound. “Gonna taste this pretty p***y first. See how sweet my spoil is.” Milana shook her head, but her body betrayed her, slick heat pooling as his rough tongue dragged over her bare folds. He groaned at the taste, delving deeper, lapping at her c**t with hungry strokes. “f**k, you’re wet already. Knew you’d be a hot little thing.” She cried out, back bowing, the pleasure sharp and unwanted. “No, oh gods…” But her hips rocked toward his mouth, chasing the fire he built. He ate her like a starving beast, fingers parting her to thrust his tongue inside, then two thick digits pumping slow and deep. His free hand pinned her hip, tusks grazing her thighs. “Come for me, little sun,” he growled against her c**t. “Scream like you did in the hall.” She shattered, orgasm ripping through her, walls clenching around his fingers as she wailed his name, hate and lust twisting into one. Gorak rose, wiping his mouth, c**k straining against his kilt. He shed it, revealing his massive length, thick, veined, green and ridged, already leaking. “That’s one,” he said, echoing some private count. “Now, I claim you properly.” He untied her ankles but left her wrists bound, flipping her onto her belly over the fur. Milana gasped as he hauled her hips up, knees spreading her wide. “Wait, I…” “No waiting.” He notched his c**k at her entrance, rubbing the head through her slickness. “You’re mine now. Enemies or not, this cunt is now mine.” He thrust in slowly, the stretch burning delicious, filling her deeper than she thought possible. Milana sobbed into the fur, pleasure-pain overwhelming. “Too big….ah!” Gorak groaned, bottoming out. “Tight as a virgin fist. f**k, yes.” He pulled back and slammed home, setting a rough rhythm, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. She pushed back despite herself, moaning. “Hate you… oh gods, harder…” He laughed, pounding deeper, one hand fisting her golden hair to arch her back. “That’s it. Take your king’s c**k. Gonna fill you up, breed you full.” The words ignited her, enemies turning lovers in the heat of conquest. She came again, clenching around him, and he followed with a roar, hot seed flooding her depths. They collapsed in a tangle, his massive body covering hers protectively. “Mine,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck. Milana, spent and trembling, whispered, “Never.”