The royal throne room of the orc kingdom was a sight to behold. The stone walls were adorned with the skulls of fallen enemies, and the floor was stained with the blood of countless battles. But despite the gruesome decor, all eyes were on the orc woman who sat on the throne, her muscular frame on full display.
Gromma, the queen of the orcs, let out a content sigh as she leaned back in her throne. Her mind was wandering to her latest desire, one that she had been thinking about for days. She smiled to herself as she spotted the cute elf boy, Pippin, who had been brought before her as a prisoner of war.
"Come now, elfling," Gromma said, beckoning Pippin over with a playful wave of her hand. "Sit on your queen's lap and make yourself comfortable."
Pippin hesitantly approached the throne, his wide eyes fixed on Gromma. He had heard stories of the orc queen's cruelty, and he was terrified of what she might do to him.
"I-I don't think that's a good idea, my lady," Pippin stammered, his voice trembling.
Gromma's smile only grew wider as she stood up, towering over the elf. "Oh, come now. Don't be shy. I won't bite...hard."
She removed her armor, revealing her bare bottom. Pippin's eyes widened even further, his face turning pale as he took in the sight of the queen's bare ass.
Gromma sat back down on her throne, this time with her bare ass on the cold stone. She let out a content sigh, enjoying the feeling of the cold stone against her skin.
"Come here, elfling," she said, grabbing Pippin and pulling him onto her lap.
Pippin struggled, his tears already falling as he tried to escape the queen's grasp. But Gromma was too strong, and she held him tight against her.
She let out a loud fart, sighing in relief and arousal. She groaned, the feeling of the elf's tears on her ass only adding to her pleasure.
Pippin's sobs grew louder, his whole body shaking as he tried to get away from the queen. But Gromma continued to fart, enjoying the feeling of dominating the elf boy with her ass.
She leaned down, whispering in Pippin's ear. "You should be honored, elfling. Not many get to experience the glory of an orc's ass."
Pippin's sobs grew even louder, his whole body shaking as he cried. Gromma chuckled, finding his fear and discomfort amusing.
She stood up, Pippin falling to the ground. She looked down at him, a satisfied smile on her face.
"Take him away," she ordered her guards. "And make sure he's cleaned up. I wouldn't want my throne to be dirty."
As Pippin was taken away, Gromma sat back down on her throne, a content sigh leaving her lips. She had fulfilled her latest desire, and she couldn't wait to see what else the future held.
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