"Take him to my chambers," Chief Grimjaw commanded, his voice echoing through the stone halls. "My wife will conduct the final evaluation."
The guards flanked me as we walked through corridors I hadn't seen before. These weren't the rough-carved tunnels of the lower caves, but polished stone passages decorated with weapons and trophies. The chief's private domain.
Matriarch Ursa was waiting when we arrived, standing in the center of a luxurious chamber that screamed power and authority. Furs covered the massive bed, weapons lined the walls, and the scent of incense couldn't quite mask the musk of decades of leadership.
She looked even more imposing here in her own territory. Six-foot-three of pure orc MILF perfection, silver-streaked hair braided with bones that clicked as she moved. Her leather outfit strained to contain curves that would make lesser men weep, and her emerald eyes held the cold calculation of someone who'd broken stronger men than me.
"Everyone out," she commanded without taking her eyes off me. "I need privacy to break this human properly."
The guards hesitated. "But Matriarch..."
Her voice turned deadly. "OUT. What I'm going to do to him... you don't want to witness. I'll call when I'm finished with him."
Even Grishka, who'd been hovering nearby, backed toward the door. "Mother, are you sure you don't need—"
"I said OUT!" Ursa roared.
The chamber emptied quickly, leaving us alone. The heavy door closed with a finality that seemed to please her immensely.
"Finally," she purred, circling me like a predator. "No audience. No interruptions. Just you, me, and all the time I need to destroy you completely."
She reached out and grabbed my cock roughly, squeezing hard enough to test my pain tolerance. Instead of flinching, I groaned with pleasure and got harder in her grip.
"I sent them away because what I'm about to do to you would disturb even my warriors," she continued, stroking me with clinical detachment. "I'm going to break you so completely that you'll beg to serve our clan. By the time I'm done, you'll be nothing but a whimpering slave."
"Sounds fun," I replied, meeting her gaze directly. "But I think you've got this backwards."
Her eyes narrowed. "What did you just—"
I moved faster than she expected, spinning her around and pressing her against the stone wall. One hand pinned her wrists above her head while the other slid between her leather-clad thighs.
"You want to break someone?" I whispered in her ear. "Let's see how you handle being the one who gets broken."
She tried to struggle, but I pressed harder against her, my cock grinding against her ass through the leather.
"Let me go!" she snarled. "I am Matriarch Ursa, and you will—"
I bit her neck, just hard enough to make her gasp, and slid my free hand up to squeeze one massive breast.
"You're wet already," I murmured, feeling the heat between her thighs even through the leather. "How long has it been since someone actually took charge with you?"
"I don't... I won't..." she started, but her voice was already losing its authority.
I spun her around to face me, keeping her pinned to the wall. "Let's find out what the great Matriarch really needs."
Before she could protest, I kissed her hard, my tongue invading her mouth while my hands worked at the buckles of her leather outfit. She struggled for a moment, then melted against me with a soft moan.
The leather fell away piece by piece, revealing the most incredible mature body I'd ever seen. Her breasts were enormous but firm, topped with dark nipples that were already hard. Battle scars decorated her emerald skin like artwork, and when I finally exposed her pussy, it was already glistening with arousal.
"Thirty years of marriage," I said, running my fingers through her wetness. "And your husband still doesn't know how to satisfy you."
"How did you..." she gasped as I found her clit.
"Know? Because you're soaked and desperate, and we haven't even gotten started yet."
I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her thighs, my tongue finding her clit immediately. She cried out in shock, her hands flying to my head.
"No!" she protested weakly. "I'm supposed to be the one..."
I silenced her by sliding two fingers deep into her soaked cunt while continuing to work her clit with my tongue. Her protests turned into desperate moans within seconds.
"Oh gods," she whimpered. "How are you... no one has ever..."
I stood up suddenly, lifting her and carrying her to the massive bed. She was still trying to maintain some dignity, some control, but her body was betraying her completely.
"My turn to be in charge," I announced, laying her back on the furs.
"No," she panted, trying to sit up. "I won't be dominated by a human. I won't—"
I slapped her breast hard, the sound echoing off the stone walls. She cried out, but her nipples got even harder.
"Stop lying to yourself," I growled. "You've been fantasizing about this for years. Someone who could actually handle you. Someone who wouldn't be intimidated by your position."
I slapped her other breast, making her arch off the bed. "When's the last time someone made you scream?"
Instead of answering, she tried to roll away. I grabbed a handful of her silver-streaked hair and pulled her back, positioning my cock at her entrance.
"Answer me," I demanded.
"Years," she whispered, her defiance finally cracking. "It's been years since anyone..."
"Since what?" I pushed just the head inside her, making her whimper at my size.
"Since anyone made me feel like this," she admitted.
I drove into her completely with one brutal thrust, filling her stretched pussy until she screamed. The sound was loud enough to echo through the chamber, probably audible in the corridors beyond.
"Fuck!" she gasped, nails clawing at my shoulders. "You're so... oh gods, you're splitting me open!"
I didn't give her time to adjust. I pulled almost completely out and slammed back in, starting a punishing rhythm that had her seeing stars.
"This is what you've been missing," I told her, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. "This is what a real man feels like."
She tried to keep quiet, tried to maintain some dignity, but her body had other ideas. Within minutes, she was climbing toward her first orgasm in decades that she didn't have to give herself.
"Don't you dare cum without permission," I commanded, slowing my pace when she got close.
"Please," she begged, all authority gone from her voice. "Please let me—"
"Let you what?"
"Let me cum!" The words burst out of her like a dam breaking. "I need to cum so badly!"
"Then scream for me," I ordered, increasing my pace again. "Let everyone know what's happening to their precious Matriarch."
I reached between us to play with her clit, and she exploded with a wail that definitely carried beyond the stone walls. Her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vise as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
But I wasn't done. Not even close.
I flipped her over onto her hands and knees, my cock never leaving her soaked cunt. This position let me go deeper, and I could feel her cervix with each thrust.
"No more," she whimpered, though her hips pushed back against me. "I can't take more..."
"You can and you will," I told her, grabbing her hair to control her movements. "We're just getting started."
I established an even more brutal pace, driving into her with mechanical precision while spanking her ass. Each slap made her pussy clench around my cock, and her moans grew louder with every impact.
"You like being used, don't you?" I asked, spanking her harder.
"Yes!" she cried out, past the point of caring who heard. "God, yes! Use me!"
I reached around to play with her clit again, and she nearly collapsed from the overwhelming sensation. Her second orgasm built quickly, and this time her scream was even louder than the first.
The sound echoed through the chamber and beyond, a cry of pure ecstasy that would have awakened the dead. I could hear voices in the distance, growing closer.
But I still wasn't finished with her.
I pulled out and flipped her onto her back again, hooking her legs over my shoulders so I could pound even deeper. The new angle made her scream with each thrust, all pretense of quiet dignity abandoned.
"Too much!" she sobbed, though her body was moving to meet every thrust. "I can't... it's destroying me..."
"Good," I growled, leaning down to bite her neck. "I want to destroy you. I want to break you so completely that you'll never be the same."
Her third orgasm hit like a tsunami, and this time her scream was so loud it sounded like she was being tortured. Which, in the best possible way, she was.
The voices outside were getting closer now, urgent and worried. But I kept fucking her, driving toward her fourth climax with relentless determination.
"Please," she begged incoherently. "Master... please... I can't take another one..."
"Master?" I grinned down at her. "I like the sound of that."
I adjusted my angle to hit her g-spot with every thrust while my thumb worked her clit, and she came apart completely. Her fourth orgasm ripped through her with such intensity that she squirted all over my cock and the bed beneath us, her whole body convulsing uncontrollably.
But I still wasn't done. My supernatural stamina was just getting warmed up.
I kept fucking her through her orgasm and into the next one, her screams now coming in continuous waves. She was beyond thought, beyond dignity, reduced to pure sensation and desperate need.
That's when the door burst open.
"What in the name of—" Chief Grimjaw stopped mid-sentence, his mouth falling open at the sight before him.
Behind him crowded Grishka, Vera, Zara, and what looked like half the clan's warriors. They all froze in the doorway, staring at their Matriarch sprawled beneath me like a wanton slut.
Ursa was completely destroyed. Her silver hair was plastered to her sweat-soaked skin, her massive breasts marked with red handprints from my slapping. Cum leaked from her well-used pussy, and she could barely keep her eyes open. She was clinging to me like her life depended on it, making soft mewling sounds of contentment.
"By the ancient spirits," Chief Grimjaw breathed. "What have you done to her?"
"Given her what she's been missing," I replied, still buried inside his wife.
He stared at Ursa, who was nuzzling my chest like a satisfied cat, completely oblivious to the audience.
"That... that's not my wife," he whispered. "Thirty years of marriage, and I've never seen her like this. What did you do to her?"
Ursa lifted her head slightly, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. "He's not a monster, husband," she slurred. "He's a god... and I belong to him now."
The chamber fell dead silent. Even the warriors in the back were staring in shock at their transformed Matriarch.
I slowly pulled out of her, and she whimpered at the loss, immediately trying to pull me back.
"More," she begged quietly. "Please, master, I need more..."
Chief Grimjaw's face went through several emotions before settling on something like awe. "Human," he said quietly. "Jamal. You didn't just satisfy her. You completely conquered her."
He looked around at the shocked faces of his clan, then back at his wife who was still clinging to me desperately.
"There is only one way to handle this," he announced. "I offer you my daughter's hand in marriage and full membership in our clan. What you've done here... it changes everything."
Before I could respond, urgent horns sounded from outside the mountain. Three long blasts followed by two short ones.
"Chief!" a scout's voice echoed through the corridors. "Human armies approach with siege engines! They're demanding the return of their spy!"
Chief Grimjaw looked from his sexually broken wife to me, realization dawning in his eyes. His entire political situation had just changed forever.
And I was going to enjoy every minute of what came next.