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“Gorm will make your belly swell.”

The swordsman Jaren came to the Orcish camp to rescue his wife, Diana. But between them stands the arrogant Orc champion Gorm, whose barbaric strength is only eclipsed by his unquenchable lust for the vulnerable, fertile human woman. Will Jaren prevail in reclaiming his beloved, or will he be forced to watch his enslaved wife bear Gorm’s Orcish seed?

Cucked by Orcs contains themes of dubious consent, rough oral, exhibitionism, cuckoldry, unprotected sex, Orc-on-Human, pregnancy, multiple sex scenes, violence, and betrayal. Readers will savor the fruits of brutal battle, bitter infidelity, and monstrous inseminations to be found in this lewd tale!

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“Show you belong to Orcs now - To Gorm!” The beastly greenskin roared and again seized Diana’s golden hair. His long threat lurched against her cheek at his words, spilling his hot slime down Diana’s bare shoulder.

For a moment, Diana just stared into Jaren’s eyes. Her brows arched. Her eyes softened. Glistened. A silent apology. A quiet accusation. Why did he have to lose? Why did he let this happen? Why didn’t he save her from these monsters? Jaren’s throat choked with more than just the warmth of his own blood. He tried to speak, but his lips moved without words.

Before Jaren could answer, Diana turned away from her husband to face her captor’s throbbing tool. Her eyes focused, and grew heavy and distant. With both hands she hefted it up, an organ so far beyond Jaren’s it could not compare. First her eyes slid up the hardened shaft’s thick veins and sleek green flesh – then her tongue. The very tip tracing along its smooth underside, along the great pipe from which so much slimy Orcish cum threatened to gush out at any moment. And when her lips touched the tip of his deadly green cockhead again, she swallowed it without hesitating.

Inches of verdant flesh disappeared behind her rosy lips, and reappeared a moment later. Her motions were quick, and fluid. Hair bouncing in time with her oral strokes. More and more of Gorm’s inhuman cock disappeared into the bobbing woman’s mouth. All the while her hands gripped and tugged at his heavy sack, fingering along Orcish balls, each the size of a ripe plum ready for juicing.

A juicing Jaren couldn’t bear to see.

“Diana, don’t…!”

But Jaren didn’t look away. Even if he did, the guttural sounds of his would-be wife gagging and gulping on that huge member would reach his ears. Pierce his every thought. Behind his eyes his rage sputtered, doused with cold shocks of dismay and fear. And something worse, a stirring after so long without a woman’s warm touch…

Diana’s naked breasts swayed and jiggled, bouncing along with her deepening motions. Jaren remembered their feel, their soft yielding like butter between his squeezing fingers. Now they pressed against the trunk-like thigh of an Orc, their pale flesh molding along the barbarian’s sweat-sheened muscle as another sank deep into her overtaxed throat.

It… affected him. How Jaren tried again to leap to his feet and end that beast’s vile life, only to flop uselessly again with a wincing yowl. Now, amid all his other injuries, he felt the most humiliating tightness in his trousers grinding painfully into the arena’s dirt…

“Hah ha! Eager cumrag. Bolg was right keeping this cocksleeve to himself…” Gorm planted his palm on top of Diana’s bobbing head and stretched back, allowing his human slave to dutifully choke more and more of his victorious dick down her gullet. He thrust. Diana lunged back. Her sapphire-blue eyes flashed up to his again and again, fluttering and squeezing shut only every time the bastard forced an extra inch suddenly past the back of her throat.

And every time, Diana’s gag ended with a gurgling moan, and a squeeze of her glistening thighs…