"Enough. Bring them to their knees."
Several rough, battle-worn hands drag you down to your knees. Other hands pin your arms behind you, tying them with rough, grassy rope.
The orc chieftainess approaches you, nude but for her jewelry, gold and bone clinking together. She positions her cock in front of your face, already half-erect. She smirks down at you, licking her lips in anticipation.
"I hope what they say about human mouths is true. Open up."
You open your mouth. The tip of her cock presses against your parted lips, urging them apart.
"Wider," she growls. She pushes in deeper. The hands that hold you down shake you roughly as you struggle to obey, taking in her massive girth. She pushes in deeper, filling your mouth with her deep, powerful scent and taste. She groans appreciatively, grabbing your head by the sides with her massive hands.
Her hips suddenly jerk forward, the tip of her cock slamming into the back of your mouth. Tears spring to your eyes as your gag reflex activates. She thrusts again with a guttural moan, chains and gold and bone clinking. You hear the other orcs' breathing get heavier, all of them watching the spectacle with rapt attention.
The orc chieftainess's starts thrusting into your mouth with a rhythm, your only leverage the hands around your head and the hands keeping you upright. You taste precum in the back of your throat, your jaws aching around the orc chieftainess, drool dripping down your chin. There is nothing you can do but to take it, listening to her moan and curse, and listening to the other orcs behind you begin to pant, wanting to touch themselves, wanting a piece of you too.
The orc chieftainess's hands grip your head harder, her thrusts growing frantic. More hands support your head, forcing you to take the chieftainess's entire length. You can taste more of her, feel her throbbing cock expand in your mouth, filling every inch with orc flesh.
Finally, the strong taste of cum fills your throat and flows down your throat. Shuddering growls fill the tent as she releases into you, thrusting with every wave of pleasure. The other orcs mutter amongst themselves, eagerly awaiting their turn.
The orc chieftainess puts up a hand in the final throes of her climax the other orcs, all the while pumping out the last of her seed. She finally slides out of your mouth, relieving your jaws of pressure and allowing you to catch your breath.
"Patience. Soon, there will be enough for everyone. But first... Pin them to the floor."