“It was a fine attempt, Lyriena, but you failed. Now you need to pay the price.” The Prince nodded to Soleil and Florette.
The two elf maids grabbed each of Lyriena’s arms and held
them tightly. The princess grunted and
tried to pull her arms back, but before she could escape Trogar reached to her
dress and curled her fingers into the neckline and ripped down the front. Lyriena flushed in shame as her small tits
became bare before the orc Prince.
“You are going to respect our customs and traditions.”
Another strong tear brought the torn remnants of her dress
to her ankles, leaving her clad only in her panties, stockings, and shoes. Lyriena struggled again, weaker this
time. She was fast wilting beneath the
blazing heat of her humiliation.
“You are going to respect me and my servants.”
His thick grey hand gripped Lyriena’s pubic mound and
squeezed. The orc curled his fingers
around the gusset and tore even that off next.
Another quiver rocked through the elf princess’ body as her most intimate
spot was exposed. The soft curve of her
mons was still mostly bare, with only the lightest sheen of fuzz covering it to
show that she had stopped removing it.
“And you are going to enjoy every moment of it.”
A deep, low moan escaped Lyriena’s lips as Trogar returned
his hand to her now exposed pussy. His
thick fingers rolled over her nether lips, pulling them apart to reveal her
pink folds. The pads of his fingers
glided over her slick inner walls. She
could feel how wet she was as the orc rubbed between her legs, and it filled
her with shame.
“If you don’t, these negotiations will end and it will be
war. Is that clear?”
So hot!!! Can't wait to read the whole thing.
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