Chapter 651: 651. Using A Strong Orc’s Mouth! And The Sensation Is So F-Ing Strong!**

Rex let out a heavy, triumphant grunt, watching Cassandra’s limp, trembling body slump onto the cold stone. She was a beautiful wreck, a fallen monarch drowning in the steaming puddle of her own torrential release.

He didn’t give her a moment to recover her dignity, though. With a predatory smirk, he turned his gaze toward Gorvasha, the massive, imposing Orc queen standing in the shadows.

"Your turn, Queenie," Rex commanded, his voice thick with lingering lust.

He flicked his wrist, and a surge of telekinetic force caught Gorvasha by the chin, jerking her head upward. The orc’s eyes widened, her powerful neck muscles straining as she was forced to look up at the man who had just unmade a queen.

Before he moved to her, Rex took a moment of calculated vanity. He didn’t want to mix the nectar of a goddess with the raw, primal essence of an orc; he wanted to taste the distinction.

He grabbed a rough linen cloth from the corner of the cell and began to vigorously wipe his massive, still pulsing shaft.

SQUEAK! SLATHER! SHLUCK!

He wiped away the glistening, translucent remnants of Cassandra’s waterfall, cleaning the thick, creamy streaks of her arousal until his cock was once again a clean, dark, and intimidating pillar of muscle, though it still radiated a faint, menacing heat.

"Don’t want to cause any yuri scenes here..."

Gorvasha swallowed hard, her throat working visibly. She was a queen and also a warrior, used to blood and iron, but the raw, masculine dominance radiating from Rex was a different kind of threat.

"My lord..." she rumbled, her voice a low, gravelly vibration that shook her chest. "Wait... the ritual... we must be... careful..."

"Go slow... Let the spirit settle..."

Rex’s laugh was a sharp, mocking bark. "Slow? You think this is a tea ceremony, Queen!?"

He stepped into her personal space, his shadow looming over her. "I didn’t come here to dance or do tea time because I came here to conquer."

Without another word of warning, he grabbed her by the hair, tilting her head back to expose the cavernous maw of the Orc. Gorvasha’s mouth was a formidable thing wide, powerful, and lined with thick, muscular cheeks.

Her tongue was a heavy, dark slab of muscle, and her teeth were ivory tusks, slightly yellowed but incredibly strong. It was a mouth built for tearing meat and roaring war cries, not for the delicate reception of a man’s cock.

THWACK! GLUCK! SLOP!

He didn’t tease, and he didn’t stroke. He simply drove his massive length straight into her throat with a violent, singular thrust.

"MMMM GHHHH! HNNN GAAH!" Gorvasha’s eyes nearly popped from her skull.

The sheer force of the impact sent her head snapping back, her teeth clacking loudly against his hard, pulsing flesh.

CLACK! SQUISH!

The sensation was overwhelming. Her mouth, though large, was being stretched to its absolute limit.

The thick, muscular walls of her throat were forced to accommodate the unyielding girth of his shaft, which felt like a heated iron bar being shoved down her gullet. The taste of him, salty, musky, and intensely masculine, flooded her senses, triggering a primal gag reflex that she fought desperately to suppress.

"Don’t you dare choke on me yet!" Rex growled, his hands gripping her jaw, his fingers digging into her green skin to hold her steady.

He began to pump, a brutal, rhythmic motion that turned her mouth into a battlefield of friction and pressure.

PLAP! SCHLUCK! GULP!

Gorvasha’s hands flew to his thighs, her thick, claw-like nails digging into his muscle as she struggled to maintain her composure. She wanted to pull away, to reclaim her breath, but Rex was relentless.

He was using her mouth as a vessel for his dominance, his thrusts hitting the very back of her throat with a rhythmic, heavy thud that made her eyes water and her nose run.

SLOP! THUMP! GLUCK!

"Is this too much for a warrior and a queen?" Rex mocked, his voice muffled by the wet, slapping sounds of her mouth working around him.

He could feel her throat muscles spasming, trying to reject the intrusion, but he used his telekinesis to force her jaw wider, widening the entrance even further. "Fight it, Queenie!"

"Show me that Orcish pride! Don’t you dare give in to the sensation!"

"Mmmph! Hnnn... gaaa..." Gorvasha’s muffled cries were a desperate struggle.

She was caught in a loop of sensory overload: the bruising pressure of his cock against her tonsils, the overwhelming taste of his musk, and the sheer, violent speed of his movements. She was a creature of war, but here, in the grip of his lust, she was being forced to learn a new kind of combat, one where the only way to survive was to swallow the storm.

Rex’s eyes darkened, a sadistic glint reflecting in the dim light of the chamber. He could feel the orc’s resistance the way her thick, muscular throat was trying to clamp down on him in a futile attempt at dignity.

He decided to shatter that dignity entirely. He grabbed the back of her head with both hands, his knuckles white, and began to fuck her mouth with a predatory, piston-like ferocity.

SLOP! SCHLUCK! THWACK! GLUCK!

The sound was wet, heavy, and rhythmic, a violent percussion of flesh hitting flesh. He wasn’t just thrusting; he was hammering her throat, driving his massive, pulsing head so deep that it forced her jaw to unhinge to its absolute limit.

Every time he bottomed out, his cock hit the very base of her throat, sending a shockwave of sensation that made her entire body shudder.

"Mmmph! Glllrk! Mmm mmph!" Gorvasha’s eyes were wide, swimming with tears of both discomfort and a burgeoning, terrifying pleasure.

She tried to maintain the mental image of her clan, of her duties, of her husband. The image that came to her mind was of a massive, scarred Orc warrior who had always represented the pinnacle of strength in her eyes.

But as Rex’s cock slammed into her, she couldn’t help the traitorous thought that flickered through her mind, ’My husband... he was large... he was strong... but he was nothing...’

’He was a mere pebble compared to this mountain of fire...’

The realization was a blow to her pride more painful than the actual thrusts. Her husband’s cock had been thick, yes, but it had never felt like this.

This unyielding, sentient force of nature that seemed to be colonizing her very lungs.

PLAP! SQUISH! THUMP!

"Say it!" Rex commanded, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that she felt in her teeth. "Tell me who owns this mouth!"

"Mmm... L-Looo... GLLRKK!" Gorvasha gasped, her voice a muffled, liquid wreck.

She fought to keep her eyes focused and her mind from drifting into the abyss of pure sensation. She tried to think of the cold mountain winds of her home, but all she could feel was the blistering heat of him.

Beneath her, she felt a sickeningly sweet sensation, a warmth spreading between her thick thighs. Her pussy, a part of her she thought was purely for procreation and war, was twitching rhythmically, weeping a heavy, hot stream of arousal that began to coat her inner thighs.

SLOP! SCHLUCK! THWACK!

"My... HNNG! ...My Lord!" she finally managed to choke out, the words a desperate, broken plea. The title felt like a surrender, a white flag waved in the face of his overwhelming masculinity. "My Lord... AAAAH MMMPH!"

Rex let out a triumphant, guttural growl. "That’s it! Give in to the truth, Queenie!"

He increased the tempo, his thrusts becoming a frantic, blurring motion.

SPLUT! GLUCK! THUMP! SLOP!

He was no longer just fucking her mouth; he was trying to reach her very soul through her gullet.

Gorvasha was losing the war. The mental walls she had built were crumbling like sandcastles before a tidal wave.

Every time his cock slid past her teeth and slammed into her throat, her pussy gave a violent, involuntary spasm, spraying more of her juices onto the floor.

SQUISH! SPLAT!

The comparison to her husband was now a constant, agonizing roar in her mind, a realization that her entire life of strength had been a lie compared to the raw, divine power of the man currently ravaging her. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Mmmph... GAAAH! My Lord... HNNG! ...Please... GLUCK!" Her hands, once clenched in defiance, began to soften, her fingers tracing the firm, corded muscles of his thighs, not to push him away, but to pull him even deeper.

She was a warrior of the Orcs, a conqueror of plains, and here she was, a weeping, dripping mess, begging for the very thing that was destroying her. The struggle was still there, a flickering ember of Orcish pride, but it was being rapidly smothered by the torrential flood of her own lust and the sheer, undeniable dominance of Rex’s cock.

"MRAAGGGGHHHHH!!!"

’I’m losing... to a human’s cock...’

’But still... this is no ordinary human... he’s a... real... god...’