Lumia stood tall in the former throne room, her blue skin gleaming under torchlight, arcane patterns swirling across her fit form as the orcs' gazes lingered on her full breasts barely contained by the flimsy red silk top. "You rebels think capturing one noble solves your woes? My family commands armies—release me, or face elven wrath," she said coolly, ignoring the heat rising in her cheeks. Angra, the corpulent matriarch, chuckled, her eyes tracing Lumia's curves. "Wrath? Your magic will fuel us now, elf. Urk, chain her properly." Urk the scarred guard yanked the bindings tighter, smirking. "Pretty thing like you belongs on display."
Urasha, the young apprentice, licked her lips and stepped forward, fingers twitching toward the golden clasp on Lumia's top. "Let me peek now, Matriarch—those tits look ripe." Angra's hand shot out, stopping her. "Wait for the Milking Chamber. I want to watch every drop." Lumia swallowed, pulse quickening at the name, but forced a witty retort. "Milking? How quaint. You orcs lack imagination."
The walk to the dungeons stretched long, Lumia's bare feet slapping damp stone as moisture clung to her exposed thighs and toned abdomen. Urk guided her firmly, his grip unyielding yet oddly gentle, while Angra and an eager Urasha trailed behind. "This is beneath my station," Lumia pleaded, trying leverage. "Negotiate like civilized folk." Urasha snorted. "Civilized? Your kind enslaved us—now we drain the debt from those perfect breasts."
Deep underground, the Milking Chamber loomed with its strange device: a central reservoir and brass cups sized for forbidden purpose. Lumia's mind raced in denial as they shackled her hands behind her head, thrusting her ample breasts upward, nipples teasing the red fabric's edge. "What's this contraption for? Surely not..." Urasha grinned meanly. "You'll see, noble slut."
Angra brushed a hand over Lumia's soft breast curve. "We siphon elven magic right from here." The machine hummed to life with Urk's lever pull; a magical current surged, swelling Lumia's breasts threefold in pleasurable waves she hated admitting. Her top's clasp snapped loudly, silk pooling on the floor, leaving her exposed as suction cups latched on.
As draining began, heat flooded Lumia—she grew horny despite herself, pussy wet and dripping while the orcs watched in glee. Urk's cock hardened visibly; he freed it, thick and throbbing. "Can't resist this view," he growled. Lumia, strong and unbowed, panted wittily, "That hard cock wants my magic too? Bring it—show me what orc payback feels like." Urk thrust into her from behind, pounding her ass as the machine milked her; she arched, taking control of the rhythm with sharp commands. "Deeper, fool—make me come before you do." Urasha cheered, sweating as Angra observed.
The chamber echoed with panting and moans until Lumia came hard, her magic flowing out as Urk spilled cum inside her. "Debt paid in full, elf," Angra murmured. Lumia smirked through the haze, already plotting her next move.
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