Chief Grimjaw rode through the gates expecting to find his clan unchanged. Instead, he found guards saluting me first, his wife calling me "master," and his daughter wearing my colors.
"What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, his face reddening as he took in the scene.
"Evolution," I replied simply, not even bothering to stand from my position on his throne. "Your clan has learned to follow strength."
The human representatives who'd accompanied him—a stern general, a young noble lord, and surprisingly, the noble's stunningly beautiful wife—watched the exchange with growing understanding of who held real power here.
"We came to negotiate with the chief," the general said uncertainly, his eyes darting between Grimjaw and me.
"You are," I confirmed with a smile. "I am the chief of everything that matters."
Chief Grimjaw's hands trembled with rage. "This is MY clan! MY family! MY—"
"Demonstrate," he said desperately, his voice cracking. "Show me this supposed authority."
"Gladly," I smiled, gesturing to Ursa who stood nearby. "Wife, choose your master."
And with that simple command, the real show began.
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Without hesitation, Ursa walked past her husband and dropped to her knees before me, her hands already reaching for my belt. The sound of leather sliding against metal echoed through the suddenly silent hall.
"I serve the strongest," she announced clearly, pulling out my already hardening cock while her husband watched in horror. "And you are the strongest."
Chief Grimjaw stumbled backward as his wife took my length into her mouth with obvious devotion, her wedding rings glinting as she stroked what her husband could never provide. The human representatives stared in shock at the display of raw submission.
"Ursa," Grimjaw whispered, his voice broken. "You're my wife..."
She pulled off my cock with a wet pop, turning to look at him with eyes that held no recognition of their former relationship. "I was your wife," she corrected. "Now I am his slut. And I've never been happier."
The matriarch who had once commanded respect throughout the clan began worshipping my cock with religious fervor, her experienced mouth working me with techniques her husband had never experienced. Every moan she made was a nail in his coffin of authority.
"This is impossible," the human noble whispered, his wife Lady Elara pressing closer to him as she watched the display with obvious fascination.
"This is what real power looks like," I said, threading my fingers through Ursa's hair and guiding her movements. "Your wife seems interested in the demonstration, Lord... ?"
"Aldric," he stammered. "Lord Aldric of Westmarch. And this is my wife, Lady Elara."
Lady Elara was indeed watching intently, her breathing shallow and her cheeks flushed. She was perhaps thirty-five, with auburn hair and the kind of refined beauty that spoke of noble breeding. But there was hunger in her eyes that her civilized upbringing had never satisfied.
"In your kingdom, do women ever experience such... passion?" she asked breathlessly, unable to look away from Ursa's devoted service.
"Would you like to find out?" I asked, making her husband stiffen with alarm.
Before Lord Aldric could object, Grishka entered the hall, drawn by the commotion. She took one look at the scene and immediately understood what was happening.
"Father," she said coolly, "I see you've returned."
"Grishka," Grimjaw pleaded, "surely you haven't forgotten who raised you, who protected you—"
"Who kept me weak," she interrupted, beginning to unlace her leather top. "Show your father who you belong to," I commanded, and she eagerly obeyed.
Grishka stripped with deliberate sensuality, making sure every person in the hall could see the body that had once been destined for some political marriage. When she was naked, she straddled my lap right there on her father's throne, positioning herself over my cock while maintaining eye contact with her broken father.
"This is my real king," she gasped as she sank down onto my length, her tight pussy gripping me like a velvet fist. "This is who I serve!"
The sight of his daughter impaling herself on my cock while his wife knelt between my legs broke something fundamental in Chief Grimjaw. He fell to his knees, no longer even attempting to maintain his dignity.
Meanwhile, Lady Elara had moved closer, ostensibly to get a better view, but I could see the orb's influence working on her. Her breathing was becoming increasingly labored, and she kept biting her lower lip as she watched Grishka ride me with abandoned pleasure.
"My husband will wonder where I am," she whispered when I caught her eye, but she didn't move away.
"Let him wonder," I said, reaching out to caress her cheek. The simple touch made her gasp, the orb's power flowing through the contact.
Grishka was riding me harder now, her moans echoing through the hall as she claimed her choice before the entire clan. "Father, watch how a real man fucks his princess!" she cried out, throwing her head back in ecstasy.
Her orgasm was spectacular, her whole body convulsing as she screamed my name. The sound echoed off the stone walls, and I saw several clan members gathering at the edges of the hall, drawn by the commotion.
Perfect. The more witnesses, the better.
As Grishka came down from her climax, still impaled on my cock, I gestured to Lady Elara. "Come here," I commanded simply.
She looked at her husband, who was staring in shock at the display before him, then back at me. The hunger in her eyes won out over her civilized restraint.
"I... I shouldn't..." she whispered, even as she took a step closer.
"You should," I corrected, my free hand—the one not holding Grishka against me—reaching for her waist. "You deserve to feel what they feel."
The moment my hand touched her, Lady Elara's resistance crumbled. Years of sexual frustration and unfulfilled desires came flooding to the surface under the orb's influence.
"Oh gods," she breathed, her body trembling as I pulled her closer. "What are you doing to me?"
"Showing you what real men do to women," I said, standing and lifting Grishka with me, my cock still buried in her pussy.
I carried the orc princess to the chief's own table, laying her down and beginning to fuck her with renewed vigor while Lady Elara watched from mere feet away. The civilized human noble was mesmerized by the raw passion on display.
"Touch yourself," I commanded Lady Elara. "Show me how much this excites you."
Her hands moved to her breasts without conscious thought, the orb's influence overwhelming her inhibitions. Lord Aldric started to protest, but the words died in his throat as he watched his refined wife begin touching herself while watching another man claim his conquest.
"Please," Lady Elara whimpered, her hands now moving lower, seeking relief from the burning need the orb had created. "I need... I need..."
"You need a real man," I finished for her, making Grishka cry out as I hit particularly deep. "Your husband clearly isn't providing what you require."
Within minutes, I had the sophisticated noble woman bent over the same table, her expensive dress hiked up around her waist as I showed her what she'd been missing in her marriage. Her screams of pleasure mixed with Grishka's moans as I took turns between them, demonstrating my stamina and skill.
"My husband... oh gods... my husband will... will..." Lady Elara gasped, but she couldn't finish the thought as another orgasm crashed through her.
"Your husband is watching," I pointed out, and indeed Lord Aldric stood frozen, witnessing his wife's complete transformation. "Let him see what real passion looks like."
Vera and Zara had arrived by now, drawn by the sounds echoing through the stronghold. Without needing instructions, they joined the display, stripping and positioning themselves to worship my body while I continued claiming both Grishka and Lady Elara.
Chief Grimjaw and the human representatives watched in stunned silence as all four women competed to pleasure me. Ursa and Grishka shared my cock when I wasn't buried in Lady Elara, while Vera and Zara worshipped every inch of my body they could reach.
The sight of orc royalty and human nobility reduced to the same desperate, pleasure-drunk state drove the point home more effectively than any political speech could have.
"This is what strength looks like," I announced as I brought Lady Elara to her third orgasm, her refined voice now hoarse from screaming. "This is what power achieves."
I came with explosive force, filling the human noble's wife while her husband watched helplessly. As my seed spilled from her well-used pussy, she collapsed against the table, completely satisfied for perhaps the first time in her marriage.
The hall fell silent except for the sound of heavy breathing and the soft whimpers of thoroughly fucked women.
"Any questions about who leads this clan?" I asked the assembled witnesses.
Chief Grimjaw shook his head mutely, his spirit completely broken. The human general cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to process what he'd witnessed.
But it was Lord Aldric who spoke, his voice barely a whisper as he watched his wife cling to me in post-orgasmic bliss.
"The... the king has requested your presence at court," he stammered. "Both of you. He wishes to... discuss terms."
I smiled, looking down at Lady Elara's satisfied face, her makeup smeared and eyes glazed with satisfaction. Her lipstick was everywhere except her lips—on my cock, my chest, my stomach.
"Tell your king I'll bring my own diplomatic team," I said, gesturing to my four devoted women. "I'm sure the royal court will find our negotiations... educational."
As the implications of that statement sank in, I could see the fear and anticipation in the humans' eyes. They'd come here expecting to negotiate with barbarians, and instead they'd witnessed power beyond their understanding.
The capital awaited, full of noble wives and daughters who had no idea what was coming for them.