I wake up to the sound of hoofbeats on cobblestone, the royal palace of Westmarch looming ahead like a stone giant against the morning sky. My "diplomatic team" rides alongside me, drawing stares from every citizen we pass. Can't blame them—it's not every day you see a human man leading a procession of gorgeous orc women and a thoroughly fucked noblewoman.
"They're staring," Grishka mutters, her green skin standing out vividly against the white leather outfit I'd chosen for her. The garment barely contains her massive tits, and the short skirt shows off those powerful thighs that can crush a man's head—or milk his cock dry.
"Let them stare," I reply, adjusting myself in the saddle. My cock is already half-hard thinking about what awaits us. "By tomorrow, half the court will be walking bowlegged."
Lady Elara rides beside me, her once-proper noble demeanor replaced with the hungry look of a woman who's discovered what real fucking feels like. Her riding dress is cut scandalously low, showing off the bite marks I left on her tits last night.
"My husband has already sent word ahead," she says, her voice husky from screaming my name all night. "The king has granted us an audience, but first we'll be expected to... freshen up."
Ursa laughs, the sound rich and knowing. "The royal bathhouse. Perfect place to start conquering this kingdom."
The palace gates open, and a dozen guards eye us warily, particularly the orcs. But they've been given orders, and soon we're being escorted through marble hallways toward the famed royal baths.
A group of young women awaits us there, all beautiful, all clearly highborn despite their servant's attire. I recognize a setup when I see one. These aren't ordinary attendants—they're noble daughters and ladies-in-waiting, sent to assess the rumors about the mysterious human who commands orcs and breaks noblewomen.
"Welcome to the royal palace," says the tallest one, a stunning blonde with tits that strain against her thin white gown. "I am Lady Sophia. We've been instructed to help you... prepare for your audience with His Majesty."
Her eyes drop to the bulge in my pants, then quickly back up to my face. I can practically smell her curiosity.
"How thoughtful," I reply, already unbuckling my belt. "Ladies, shall we?"
The bathhouse is a marvel of luxury—steaming pools of scented water, marble benches, and private alcoves designed for more intimate bathing. The attendants try to separate us, suggesting the women bathe in the female section.
"We stay together," I command, and something in my voice makes them all freeze. "My diplomatic team doesn't leave my sight."
I strip naked right there, enjoying the shocked gasps as my cock springs free. Even semi-hard, I'm bigger than most men at full mast, and the noble "attendants" can't tear their eyes away.
"Is something wrong?" I ask innocently, stepping into the largest pool. The hot water feels amazing after days of travel.
"N-no, my lord," Lady Sophia stammers, her cheeks flushed. "We just... the rumors..."
"Were understated," Grishka finishes for her, dropping her leather outfit and revealing her magnificent green body. The other orcs follow suit, and Lady Elara disrobes with newfound confidence, proudly displaying the marks of my ownership across her pale skin.
The contrast between my women is striking—the orcs with their powerful green bodies and the delicate, pale curves of Lady Elara. But all share the same devoted look, the same hunger in their eyes when they look at me.
"Join us," I tell the attendants. "The water's perfect."
They hesitate, looking at each other nervously.
"That's... not appropriate," Lady Sophia says, though her nipples have hardened visibly through her gown. "We're here to serve, not to—"
"To serve is exactly what you'll do," I interrupt, my voice dropping to a commanding growl. "Now strip and get in. That's an order."
The orb's power flows through my words, and I watch their resistance crumble. One by one, they remove their gowns, revealing bodies bred for beauty and political marriages. They slip into the water, keeping their distance but unable to look away from me.
Grishka moves behind me, her strong green hands massaging my shoulders while Vera kneels in the water between my legs, her mouth finding my cock beneath the surface. The attendants gasp as they realize what's happening.
"This is how we prepare for diplomatic meetings in my clan," I explain casually, as if getting my cock sucked underwater is the most normal thing in the world. "Care to learn?"
Lady Sophia is the first to move closer, drawn by a power she doesn't understand. "The queen sent us to... assess you," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "To see if the rumors were true."
"And what do you think so far?" I ask, reaching out to cup her perfect breast. She gasps at my touch, her body trembling.
"I think... oh god..." she moans as my fingers find her nipple, pinching it just hard enough to make her squirm.
My other hand slides between her legs, finding her pussy already slick despite the water. She's tight—probably hasn't been fucked properly in years, if ever. These noble marriages rarely involve actual pleasure.
"When's the last time someone made you cum?" I ask, sliding two fingers inside her while my thumb circles her clit.
"I... I don't..." she stammers, her hips already moving against my hand.
"She means never," Lady Elara interjects, moving to kiss Lady Sophia's neck. "Noble husbands aren't known for their attention to female pleasure. Isn't that right, Sophia?"
The blonde can only nod, her eyes closing as my fingers work deeper. The other attendants watch in shocked fascination as their leader melts under my touch.
"Watch and learn," I tell them, increasing my pace. "This is what a real man does to a woman."
Lady Sophia's orgasm hits her like a thunderbolt. Her whole body goes rigid, then convulses as she screams loud enough to echo off the marble walls. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers as wave after wave crashes through her.
"Oh my god," she gasps when she can finally speak again. "What... what did you do to me?"
"That was just the warm-up," I tell her, standing up in the bath. My cock stands at full attention now, thick and veined and ready. "Bend over the edge."
She obeys without hesitation, presenting her perfect ass to me as she leans over the bath's marble rim. The other attendants and my harem form a circle around us, watching with hungry eyes.
I position myself behind her, rubbing my cockhead against her soaked entrance. "Tell everyone what you want," I command.
"Please," she whimpers, pushing back against me. "Please fuck me."
"Louder," I demand, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. "Let the whole palace hear you beg."
"FUCK ME!" she screams, all noble dignity forgotten. "PLEASE FUCK ME NOW!"
I drive into her with one powerful thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She screams again, this time in a mixture of pain and pleasure as her tight pussy stretches to accommodate my size.
"So big," she sobs, her fingers clawing at the marble. "So fucking big!"
I establish a punishing rhythm, each thrust making her perfect tits bounce against the stone. The sound of wet skin slapping fills the bathhouse, along with her increasingly desperate moans.
"Look at your noble friend," I tell the other attendants. "This is what awaits all of you."
One of them, a petite redhead with freckles across her nose, moves closer. "Me next," she whispers, her hand already between her legs. "Please, let me be next."
Lady Sophia's second orgasm hits even harder than the first. Her pussy convulses around my cock, and she screams my name as her whole body shakes. I pull out just before my own release, leaving her gasping and empty.
"Who wants to be filled next?" I ask, my cock glistening with Sophia's juices.
The redhead practically dives forward, presenting herself beside her friend. "Me, please me!"
I slide into her tight pussy in one smooth motion, making her yelp with surprise and pleasure. She's even tighter than Sophia, and I can tell within seconds that she's never had a real cock inside her.
"Virgin?" I ask, though I already know the answer.
"S-saving myself for marriage," she gasps as I start to move. "But I don't... don't care anymore... oh GOD!"
I fuck her harder than Sophia, knowing the contrast will drive the watching women wild with anticipation. The redhead comes almost immediately, her inexperienced body overwhelmed by sensations she's never felt before.
"She's squirting," Grishka announces proudly, pointing to the clear fluid gushing around my cock. "You broke her good, master."
The remaining attendants lose their inhibitions completely. They crowd around, begging to be next, offering their mouths, pussies, even their asses for my pleasure. My harem joins in, showing these pampered noble girls how to properly worship a man.
By the time we finish, the bathwater is cloudy with cum and female juices. Every attendant has been thoroughly fucked and marked. They lie sprawled around the bath, some in the water, others on the marble floor, all wearing the same satisfied expression.
"Tell your queen what happened here," I instruct them as we prepare to leave. "Tell her exactly what awaits her."
Lady Sophia, barely able to stand, nods weakly. "She already knows," she admits. "She's waiting for you in her private chambers while the king is in council. Third floor, west wing, gold doors."
I smile, helping my women dress while leaving the attendants naked and used. "Perfect. Ladies, shall we pay Her Majesty a visit?"
As we leave the bathhouse, I catch sight of a young woman watching from behind a column—beautiful, innocent, clearly highborn from her elaborate dress. Princess Rosalind, I assume. The hunger in her eyes tells me everything I need to know about my next conquest.
But first, a queen awaits my attention. And from the sounds of it, she's been waiting a very long time.