Hey pervs! I'm not gone, I've just been working a lot and keeping myself free of nasty little diseases. This one should have been posted awhile ago, but you know how things go. Look at my line work, it's still all wavy. I've since found ways to not be so shaky. You'll see in the next one. I loved drawing this one, "Conquests of Orcs" is one of my favorites to draw. I hope you enjoy this very non-safe for work version of the front cover.
"Conquest of Orcs - Assault of St. Lyril's Abby - Part 3"
“A princess, you say? And an elf—”
Dar’Tok grinned, revealing his sharp orcish teeth. The chains attached to the
wrists of the pregnant elven girl clanked as she shifted from the mentioning of
another of her species, especially, that of a princess. Her face flashed bright
red from the shame and embarrassment of having been captured by this beast, and
for having now carrying his child.
Celyna
stepped slightly forward again, however, was careful not to get within reaching
distance of the sigil that still burned on the sanctuary’s floor. It was a
sigil that was powered by faith and Celyna’s faith was unresolved. “I order you
to release everyone and leave this place, else risk the wrath of Falling Leaf!”
Dar’Tok
laughed as he grabbed Nysee’s breast. Her belly was still bulging from having
received the orc’s and cock hound’s seed. She shook, as his touch caused a
stray orgasm to ripple across her body. The other orcs, hearing their leader
laugh, decided to join in the joke – whatever that was.
“My
men have captured this temple, and everything inside belongs to us. It is you,
who will surrender to us.” He grabbed Nysee by her hair, dragging her up to her
feet in order to display her luscious breasts and swollen belly. “I will spare
this whore’s life, if you surrender to me now. Otherwise, should you fail, I’ll
slit her throat right here.”
The
elf gasped. She looked to her fellow priestesses and swallowed hard. A begging
question entered her mind and she asked, “How do I know that you won’t kill her
the moment I exit the circle?” Celyna was frightened for Nysee, but she needed
reassurances that her friend would not be harmed.
“May
Ookrish, the Bloody Hand, rip out my heart if I am lying.” He licked the side
of Nysee’s face and she cringed. “Better think fast or the deal will expire and
this cunt’s blood will drench the floor.” He pulled out a long jagged dagger
and displayed it so that Celyna could best see it.
With
an inhalation of breath, a frightful look at the elf slave chained around
Dar’tok’s neck, she gently touched the hand of one of the reluctant nun’s who
did not wish to see her go as a means to reassure her, before she stepped out
of the circle.
Despite
her small size, Celyna started hard at the orc leader. She did her best not to
look at her used naked friend, and hoped that her determination and confidence
would somehow shake the beast’s resolve. However, Dar’tok grinned at her and
tossed Nysee aside. She clamored to the floor, yet quickly looked up to see
what horrors would befall her elven friend.
Nysee
was relieved that she was no longer in the orc’s clutches, and her swollen
belly made her feel heavy and unable to defend herself if the need rose.
However, she was upset that Celyna had stepped out of the circle and what’s
worse, is that she revealed herself as royalty. The one thing that Nysee knew
about orcs, was their obsession with royalty.
Dar’tok
reached around his neck and unfastened the mechanicsm which held the pregnant
elven slave in place. With a click, the chains and the elven girl fell to the
floor in a heap. The crash sounded like it had bruised her, but the elf didn’t
even release a painful wince. She remained on the floor, battered and used. The
orc stepped closer to the elf, up until he was but a foot in front of her. She
continued to hold her stare and defiance. With a quick motion of his arm, his
enormous hand gripped around her throat and hoisted her into the air so that
the elf’s stare could be on the same eye-to-eye level as the orc’s.
“Today
is your lucky day, royal slut. As I am going to make you my whore bride.” With
his other hand, Dar’tok grabbed Celyna’s collar and yanked down with such
strength that the fabric of her holy vestments tore and pulled off of her body.
Celyna choked a squeak of surprise as her clothes fell away from her body so
easily.
Celyna’s
undergarments were far more risqué than the St. Lyril’s would have preferred.
The cotton panties and bra that were customary were too itchy for Celyna’s
likes, and preferred the elven silks that her people produced in Falling Leaf.
They were beautiful enough, or perhaps lust inspiring enough, that Dar’tok left
them in place. With a single finger, he pulled on her bra so that the silk
would slip beneath her breasts, causing them to pop out. Having witnessed the
previous acts of debauchery, Celyna’s nipples were as hard as they have ever
been and Dar’tok smiled wickedly to himself.
“Looks
like you’re ready for a good fucking, cunt.” With the same finger he brushed
Celyna’s g-string aside and positioned his cock at the entrance of her dripping
pussy.
Celyna
shook her head, fearful of the massive size of his cock which pulsed from his
heartbeat. The orc’s baby maker was thicker than her arm, and nearly just as
long. It was at least 16 inches, if not more, with a girth that would make a
horse blush. The tip of his head held a purplish tint and his shaft was as
green as the rest of him though covered in thick veins. Despite being choked,
Celyna was able to breath as his hand placed the majority of his pressure
beneath her jaw. She tried to struggle, pulling her hands up to pry at his
fingers, while another tried to cover her own sex, but his other hand swatted
her away.
With
a grunt and a powerful thrust, Dar’tok pushed himself into her cunny causing
her to arch her back as the pain and pleasure bolted across her body like a
stampede of wild stallions.
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