Thread: Into the Wilds (Supple Nail & The_PG)

The cry of defeat was not quite the answer the chieftain had been looking for, but perhaps the lesson had not fully sunk in as of yet. Then again, perhaps it had but Lyrianna could simply not function well enough to recognize the fact in her current state. Neither bothered the powerful orc as he took her with a half squat that gave him the greatest ability to plunge inside of the she-human and test just how well the training had prepared her. Certainly she was looser, but his length and girth enabled him to be the only one that could have noticed very easily. The plus side was that it was far easier to fuck her tiny body, and he was sure once she had her rest it would be easier to force both pleasure and pain back onto her frame. The only negative was that the ease made it far more likely he might just take the other virginity he had been so carefully saving for another time. Thankfully it only required a bit more self-control to keep from plunging through the slaves cervix and with her now much more docile nature there was no anger or lust that was too great to forget himself. After a few moments Karak grunted, and deposited his sweetly sour load against the she-human-princesses inner walls to mix with what was already present. Perhaps surprisingly, he forced no more pleasure on his newest and greatest toy, but it was not a lack of understanding that held him from doing so. No, in fact it was quite the opposite, the presence of enough cunning to know it mattered little what he did right at that moment, and preparing her for what was next might be more important. Removing the rag-doll like body from it's prison, Karak half-carried, half-dragged the limp princess back to the cage she had first occupied upon her arrival. Instead of the typical toss he carried her entirely into the cage, and dropped her. While not soft, it was certainly more pleasant of a drop than being flung against the hard rocks. Locking the cage from the outside, Karak went into his house and retrieved what could be considered food for dogs half or mostly uncooked scraps of meat along with a piece of mold spotted bread. Finally a large flask of foul smelling mead, an orcs water that did not get people sick. These he took out to the cage, and after unlocking the gate, took with him into the cage. But as he knelt at the she-humans side he placed the tray to the side and out of Lyrianna's reach. With a grunt his eyes narrowed to the crevice between her legs that was oozing orc sperm. With a nasty grin he grabbed first the loaf of bread and then the she-human's leg. Spreading it to the side he ran the loaf against her abused lips, coating it in the sticky substance, before flipping it over and doing it again to make sure it was truly covered. The meat he thought disgusting enough, and also could not think of a way to get it covered that would take a short amount of time. Dropping the bread on the floor, he stood, and turned to glance at the princess, You have drank enough, eating it shouldn't make a difference. Then with a snarling laugh he was gone, locking the cage behind him once again. Leaving the she-human for a full sixteen hours was not part of Karak's plan, but he had to deal with a pack of wargs that had roamed into his territory. The ensuing skirmish and traveling had taken him away from his prize for longer than anticipated and he was in a rather evil mood by the time he had returned. One large laceration stretched down his forearm but was already healing when he approached the she-human's cage. The first think he checked was the food and mead, and the second was the she-humans temperament. If the extra rest had reset her resistance he certainly be a bit angry, but if it had only extended what resistance remained then their fun would just continue longer. With a question, he gauged, So... My little slave, how do you greet your master?