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I wake up balls-deep in an orc woman, and my first thought isn't "where am I" or "how did I get here." It's "damn, she's tight." The second thought hits me like lightning: I know exactly who she is, what's supposed to happen next, and how badly I'm about to ruin everyone's plans.

Her name is Grishka. She's the chieftain's daughter, and right now she's riding my cock like her life depends on it, emerald skin glistening with sweat, those perfect tits bouncing with each desperate movement. Her tusks are bared in pleasure, and the sounds she's making echo off the cave walls.

"Fuck, yes," she gasps, grinding down harder. "So deep... so good..."

I'm Jamal, apparently. The name feels right, even if everything else about this situation should be wrong. I should be terrified, confused, struggling against whatever brought me here. Instead, I grip her hips and thrust up into her heat, making her cry out.

"That's it," I growl, my voice rougher than I remember. "Take all of it."

She throws her head back, dark hair cascading down her back as another orgasm builds. I can feel her inner walls starting to flutter around my cock, and something tells me this isn't her first climax of the night. How long have we been at this?

The memories come in flashes. Being captured during some kind of raid. Waking up chained in this cave. Grishka entering with the intention of breaking me, using sex as a weapon to make me compliant. Standard orc interrogation technique, my brain supplies helpfully.

Except somewhere along the way, the script flipped.

"Look at you," I murmur, sitting up to capture one of her nipples between my teeth. "The big scary orc warrior, begging for human cock."

She moans at my words, her rhythm becoming more frantic. "Don't stop," she pleads. "Please, don't stop."

I bite down gently, and she explodes around me with a scream that probably echoes through half the mountain. Her pussy clamps down on my cock like a vise, milking me as waves of pleasure crash through her body.

But I'm not done yet.

Before she can recover, I flip her onto her hands and knees, my cock never leaving her soaked cunt. She's still trembling from her orgasm when I start fucking her from behind, long deep strokes that make her ass ripple with each impact.

"God, yes," she pants, pushing back against me. "Harder. Fuck me harder."

This position lets me go deeper, and I can feel her cervix kissing the head of my cock with each thrust. She's taken every inch of me, this beautiful green-skinned warrior, and she's loving every second of it.

I reach around to play with her clit, and she nearly collapses from the sensation. "Too much," she gasps, but her body says otherwise. Her pussy gets even wetter, and I can feel another orgasm building.

"You can take it," I tell her, increasing my pace. "You're going to come for me again."

And she does. Within seconds, she's screaming my name as another climax tears through her. I follow her over the edge, filling her with hot cum as my own release crashes through me.

We collapse together on the furs that cover the cave floor, both breathing hard. She curls against my side, and I can feel her heartbeat gradually slowing.

"That was..." she starts, then trails off.

"Different?" I finish, somehow knowing what she was going to say.

She nods, looking up at me with something like wonder. "I've never... no one has ever made me feel like that."

There's something vulnerable in her voice, a crack in the warrior facade that tells me everything I need to know. Whatever was supposed to happen in this cave, this wasn't it. I've changed something fundamental.

"What are you?" she whispers, tracing patterns on my chest.

Before I can answer, the sound of heavy footsteps echoes from the tunnel entrance. Multiple sets, getting closer. Her father's guards, most likely, coming to check on the prisoner.

Grishka's eyes widen as she realizes what they're about to find: their chieftain's daughter sprawled naked beneath a human, thoroughly fucked and satisfied, cum still leaking from between her thighs.

"Shit," she breathes, scrambling for her leather clothing.

But I don't move. Instead, I grin up at her, my cock already starting to harden again as I watch her panic.

"Grishka!" a deep voice calls from the tunnel. "Status report!"

She looks at me with something between terror and desperate hunger, and I know that whatever happens next, she's already mine.

The footsteps are getting closer.

# Chapter 2: The Chief's Test

Thane's massive frame fills the cave entrance, his yellow eyes burning with rage as he takes in the scene. He's Grishka's intended mate, and the way his nostrils flare tells me he can smell exactly what we've been doing.

"You reek of human," he snarls at Grishka, fists clenching. "What did this weakling do to you?"

I stretch lazily on the furs, making sure he gets a good look at my still-hard cock. The dried cum on my shaft and the satisfied glow on Grishka's face tell the whole story.

"Why don't you ask her what I did?" I grin. "I'm sure she remembers every thrust."

Grishka quickly pulls on her leather straps, avoiding Thane's furious gaze. But I notice she doesn't apologize or explain. She just adjusts her clothing and heads for the exit.

"This isn't over, human," Thane growls, stepping toward me with murder in his eyes.

"Damn, must you be such a killjoy?" I say, sitting up casually.

He raises his fist to strike, but another orc appears in the doorway. "Enough!" the newcomer barks. "The chief wants to see the prisoner. Now."

Thane's jaw works silently, but he steps aside. I stand up, my cock still proudly erect, and follow them through the stone corridors.

The walk through the orc stronghold is educational. Every female we pass stops to stare at my naked body, their eyes lingering on my size with obvious hunger. I catch whispered conversations in their guttural language, and while I don't understand the words, the tone is unmistakable. Word is spreading about what happened in that cave.

Grishka walks ahead of us, and I can see the slight tremor in her legs, the way she moves like someone who's been thoroughly fucked. The memory of her screaming my name makes my cock twitch with renewed interest.

The chief's chamber is carved from living rock, decorated with weapons and trophies. Chief Grimjaw sits on a throne made from some massive creature's skull, studying me with intelligent eyes that miss nothing.

"Human," he rumbles, his voice like grinding stone. "You are accused of being a spy."

"Well, no," I reply honestly. "I'm just a guy who ended up in your territory."

His gaze shifts to Grishka, who stands rigidly at attention. "Daughter. You were to break this prisoner's will. Why does he still show such... defiance?"

Grishka's cheeks darken. "He is too strong in will, father."

I bite back a laugh. That's one way of saying she loves my dick.

The chief strokes his beard thoughtfully. "Strong-willed, you say. Well then, stubborn human, let us test this strength properly." He claps his hands twice. "Bring Vera and Zara."

My eyebrows rise. Two more women?

"We will see how you handle our finest warriors," Grimjaw continues. "Most humans break after one. You will face two simultaneously."

I feel tears welling up in my eyes. Tears of pure joy.

"For real?" I ask, unable to hide my excitement. "I can keep fucking like it's part of the normal routine?"

The orcs exchange confused glances. This clearly isn't the reaction they expected.

"Well, let's not waste time," I say, stroking my hardening cock. "Who's going first?"

The chief's mouth falls open as two magnificent orc women enter the chamber. The first, Vera, is built like an amazon warrior. Easily six and a half feet tall with muscles that ripple under emerald skin and tits that could stop traffic. Her leather armor barely contains her curves, and there's a predatory gleam in her eyes.

The second, Zara, is younger but no less impressive. Slender where Vera is massive, but with perfect proportions and an ass that makes my mouth water. Her dark hair is braided with small bones and beads, and she studies me with obvious curiosity.

"This is the human?" Vera asks dismissively. "He looks ready to break already."

She's looking at my rock-hard cock, which is practically throbbing with anticipation.

"Oh, I'm ready all right," I tell her. "Question is whether you two can keep up."

Zara giggles, a sound like tinkling bells. "He's eager, at least."

"Strip," Vera commands, already working at the buckles of her leather armor.

I'm already naked, so I just spread my arms wide in invitation. "Your turn, ladies."

Vera's armor hits the ground with a clatter, revealing the most perfect body I've ever seen. Her tits are enormous but firm, topped with dark nipples that are already hard. Her abs could break stone, and between her thick thighs, I can see the glistening lips of her pussy.

Zara takes her time, teasingly removing each piece of clothing while swaying her hips. When she's finally nude, I let out a low whistle of appreciation.

"Like what you see?" she purrs.

"Ladies, I'm about to show you the time of your lives."

Vera stalks toward me, all business. "We'll see about that, human. Zara, take his cock. I'll silence his arrogant mouth."

They move with practiced coordination, clearly having done this before. Vera straddles my face while Zara settles onto my lap, both expecting to overwhelm me with sensation while staying in complete control.

The moment Vera's pussy touches my lips, I go to work. My tongue finds her clit immediately, circling and teasing while I taste her arousal. She gasps in surprise at my technique, her thighs tensing around my head.

Meanwhile, Zara slowly impales herself on my cock, her tight heat enveloping me inch by inch. "Oh, fuck," she breathes. "He's huge."

"Focus," Vera pants, though I can feel her getting wetter against my mouth. "We need to drain his strength."

I alternate between licking and sucking Vera's clit while my hips thrust up into Zara's welcoming cunt. Both women are fighting to maintain control, but I can feel their resolve weakening with each passing second.

"His tongue," Vera gasps. "How is he so good with his tongue?"

I slide two fingers into her soaked pussy while continuing to work her clit, and she nearly falls off my face. Her hips start moving involuntarily, grinding against my mouth as the first orgasm builds.

Zara is bouncing on my cock now, her small tits jiggling with each movement. "He's so deep," she moans. "I can feel him in my stomach."

I reach up to squeeze her nipples, rolling the sensitive peaks between my fingers. The dual stimulation makes her cry out, her pussy clenching around my shaft.

"Don't let him control you," Vera warns, but her voice is strained. I can feel her getting close, her thighs starting to shake.

That's when I double my efforts. I suck her clit into my mouth while curling my fingers to hit her g-spot, and she explodes with a scream that echoes off the stone walls.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck!" Vera's orgasm crashes through her, her pussy gushing against my face as her whole body convulses.

Feeling Vera cum triggers something in Zara. She starts riding me harder, chasing her own climax. I grip her hips and help her bounce, driving my cock as deep as possible with each thrust.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zara chants, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

I feel her inner walls start to flutter, and I know she's close. I sit up, pulling Vera off my face and capturing one of Zara's nipples between my teeth.

"Cum for me," I growl against her breast. "Cum all over my cock."

She detonates like a bomb, screaming my name as her pussy clamps down on my shaft. The sensation is incredible, but I'm nowhere near done.

Before either of them can recover, I flip our positions. Zara ends up on her hands and knees while I push Vera onto her back beside her.

"My turn to be in charge," I announce, sliding back into Zara's still-spasming cunt.

I fuck her from behind with deep, powerful strokes while my free hand works Vera's sensitive pussy. Both women are moaning continuously now, all pretense of control abandoned.

"How is he still so hard?" Vera gasps as my fingers bring her toward another climax.

"I told you," I grunt, increasing my pace. "I'm not like other men."

I pull out of Zara and immediately bury myself in Vera's welcoming heat. She's even tighter than her daughter, her muscular walls gripping my cock like a vise.

"Oh, gods," she moans, wrapping her legs around my waist. "You're splitting me open."

I alternate between them, fucking one while fingering the other, keeping both on the edge of constant orgasm. My stamina is supernatural, and they're starting to realize it.

"Please," Zara whimpers when I pull out of her again. "I need you inside me."

"And I need to cum," Vera adds desperately. "Make me cum again."

I position them side by side and somehow manage to penetrate both simultaneously, one hand on each hip as I thrust into their joined bodies. The sensation of two tight pussies fighting for my cock is incredible.

Both women climax together, their screams harmonizing as they surrender completely to the pleasure I'm giving them. I finally let myself go, filling first Vera then Zara with massive loads of cum.

We collapse in a tangle of sweaty limbs, both orc women completely spent and satisfied. I'm breathing hard but still semi-erect, ready for round two if needed.

"Impossible," Chief Grimjaw breathes. I'd forgotten he was watching. "No human has ever lasted against two of our warriors."

He strokes his beard thoughtfully, studying me with calculating eyes. "You've impressed my warriors, human.

But there is one final test." His voice drops to a rumble that echoes off the stone walls. "My wife... she has been without satisfaction for many seasons. If you can please her as you have these young ones..."The chamber falls deadly silent. Even Vera and Zara, still catching their breath in my arms, tense at the mention of the chieftain's wife.I grin up at him, my cock already starting to harden again at the prospect. "Bring her on."

# Chapter 3: The Matriarch's Private Breaking

"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