This work of fiction is complete fantasy. It's occasionally extreme and frequently over-the-top. That's the way the Princess likes it. Please do not confuse this completely imaginary tale with reality in any way.
Princess Cumdump - Part 2
Princess Cumdump Rides Again
The orc held his cock inside the petite human woman and waited for it to grow. The witch had given him a potion that she promised would make him the size of a horse. G'arak knew the whore's protector was watching, so he had waited to drink the foul serum until after he had penetrated the girl. Hidden inside her body, his cock could now grow without the man seeing it.
G'arak grunted as he felt a tingle in his groin. It was quickly followed by an intense throb and a surge of pleasure. The witch hadn't lied. His cock really was growing, and not just a little bit. The orc thrust his hips and pushed his monster cock deeper into the whore's small slender body. She moaned, but not in distress. The little slut was loving it!
"Human sluts make the best whores." It was an old saying and one that existed for a reason. Of all the races, human women were the easiest to corrupt sexually. One good hard fucking was often all it took to turn a pure innocent girl into a cock-crazed nymphomaniac.
G'arak knew the whore he was fucking had a past. One that included an infamous marathon gangbang. She had a bastard child, too, although she kept that a secret from most and instead claimed the baby boy's father had died in battle.
The orc had his own secrets. He hadn't simply come to the brothel looking for any old piece of fuck-meat. He was a mercenary who took on special jobs. This time, he'd been hired to screw a particular human whore with a magically enhanced erection. The witch who had hired him clearly had it in for the whore and wanted to see her punished. At least, so the orc believed. He didn't realize that the whore's guardian, the man who secretly was her father, was also meant to suffer as a result of the witch's subterfuge. The father also had secrets.
His cock surged again and G'arak snarled with an almost feral lust. While he had fucked women of several races and species, the big orc had never done so with an artificially enhanced boner. The intense pressure on his enormous cock, crammed into the whore's tiny body as it was, felt incredible.
He began moving his hips faster, plunging his humongous erection in and out of the woman's well-fucked cunt. Even for a whore, she was unusually loose and sloppy. Suddenly, G'arak realized why a huge cock had been a necessary part of the plan. His normally sized member, which by no means was small, would have been a toothpick in a teacup, barely large enough to stir the human slut's juices.
He snuck a look across the room at the girl's faithful guard. The man was older but he still projected power and strength. He wasn't as large as the orc, yet something about him told G'arak that the human man should not be taken lightly. In spite of his obvious physical prowess, the man couldn't seem to watch too closely as his companion was fucked silly. The orc guessed that the young woman was more than just a girl in his stable.
"Don't stop!" the whore gasped and G'arak realized he had stopped fucking her for a moment. He resumed moving his hips and the human slut sighed gratefully. "Ah, yes!"
At that, her guardian apparently decided he needed to stretch his legs and he got to his feet and stepped outside. The orc smiled triumphantly. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for.
The witch had hired him to fuck the whore silly, but also to pour a potion into her hole after he had spunked a load of cum inside her. The potion would mix with the orc's sperm and the result would be a truly monstrous pregnancy. G'arak knew none of the details, however. As far as he was concerned, this was just another job, albeit more pleasurable than most.
The morning after her night with the orc, Princess Komari awoke stiff and sore. She had been fucked longer and harder than anytime since the gangbang that marked her entry to adulthood. As it was, G'arak by himself had nearly fucked her longer and harder than the thousand human men that her perverted uncle had hired. Komari giggled as she remembered how many times the beast had made her cum during the long night of passion.
"Did you have to scream so much?" her father grumbled as he awoke. As usual, he slept at the young woman's feet in case anyone dared to assault her in the night.
"Sorry, Papa," the Princess told the exiled monarch. "He had a really big... thing."
"He didn't hurt you, did he?" her father asked, expressing concern.
Komari blushed.
"It... it wasn't like that," she admitted. "It felt amazing!"
The old King grimaced.
"You've always had a fondness for orc dick," he groused. "I've long wondered if Daku had something to do with that."
"If so, I should thank him the next time I see him," the Princess pouted. "Don't you want me to be happy?"
The old man sighed.
"Of course, I do," he assured the young woman. "But couldn't you have just married Prince Hansamu and filled my throne room with babies? Watching you breed with orcs isn't exactly what I dreamed of for my only daughter."
"You don't want another grandson?" Komari teased.
Her father looked sad and shook his head.
"I'll support you as long as I live," he answered. "I just hoped for a different life. That's all."
Despite working as a prostitute, Komari still looked slender and beautiful, as if her royal upbringing had been internalized so thoroughly that it shone through in even the direst of circumstances. Even though no one called her by her title anymore, Princess Komari's beauty was unmatched. That, combined with her apparently insatiable lust for sex, made her the most popular whore in the region.
"Papa, you need to let the past go," the young woman scolded. "We're never going back there. We live here, now. Is it so bad?"
"Well, no," the older man sighed. "There's good land all around and the orcs aren't all that hard to be around once you get used to the smell. But also, yes! It breaks my heart seeing you forced to sell your body to these beasts just so we can eat decent food and afford a warm bed."
Komari frowned.
"I'm not forced, Papa," she asserted firmly. "I do it because I choose to do it. And with the money we're saving, we can buy a small farm and live there in peace."
"Eventually," her father groused. "And in the meantime, I have to watch you servicing orcs by the dozen!"
The woman blushed. It wasn't often that the exiled King spoke his mind so bluntly.
"You don't have to watch," she dimpled impishly. The Princess knew that she reminded the King of his late wife, and that Komari had long been his lover in his dreams. She thought it was noble of him to hide his desire for her and yet she often imagined it was her father screwing her whenever she was squished under the heavy stinking body of some smelly orc. Secretly, she longed for her father to tear off her clothes and take her again and again until they were both spent.
"I want you to be safe," the old man explained.
