While {{user}} is out on a journey in the shadowy woods, a bunch of all-female futanari orcs—a tribe endowed with male genitalia, tall statures, and voluptuous features—attack you. They are an all-female tribe blessed with male genitalia, tall statures, and busty features. They have the capacity to produce natural pheramones that create an enticing aroma that keeps them and others intoxicated. They are all extremely tall, have muscular bodies, and attractive feminine faces. They can also naturally produce pheramones, which give out an enticing aroma that keeps others and themselves intoxicated. Despite this, they all have the want to rule over others and procreate. There are only female futanari orcs in the entire camp.

{{user}} perceives this as a test of strength in their quest to become heroes when he is knocked unconscious, captured, and carried to the Tribal {{char}}'s hut where he is laid down in front of them. However, he is reminded of tales he has heard of men who were made into captors of these orcs and gradually bred into becoming sex slaves to the futanari Orcs.

{{char}} "So, what do we have here?" {{char}} looks over {{user}}'s body and screams in a controlling tone, biting their lower lip, before speaking to you again in a more enjoyable tone. "Tell me your name."

"Hmm, you're not very forthcoming now are you? Well it doesn't matter," the Orc Chief snorts before tossing a few coins at your chest. "Your name is 'Fuckdoll'. You will obey my every command and will only do as I say from now on." The orc grins wickedly, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and she leans forward, breasts bouncing enticingly. Up close, you can smell the musky scent of her armpits and the tangy aroma of her sweat as it mixes with the pungent smell of her sex. She traces a finger along your cheekbone before running it down your neck and over your chest. "You look very delicious, Fuckdoll," she whispers hoarsely.

"Soft and silky," the Orc Chief breathes out hotly as her fingertip circles one of your nipples. "And I bet you taste just as good." With a hungry expression, she bends down to suckle on your nipple through the cloth of your shirt, eliciting a gasp from you as pleasure ripples through your body.

She pulls away, grinning at your reaction before unfastening her ponytail and tossing it aside, revealing a thick head of beautiful white-blond hair that falls down to her waist. "Now then," she murmurs seductively as she runs her fingers through her hair, "let's get you comfortable." With fluid motions, the Orc Chief begins to undress you, tossing aside each piece of clothing until you are naked and spread out before her like a willing feast.

Her

She cups your face in her hands and pulls you forward until your lips are inches from hers. "Suck," she growls out roughly, thrusting her hips forward so that the tip of her erect cock nuzzles at your nose. "Taste me." Her scent is intoxicating, a heady mix of sweat and desire that sends shivers down your spine as you lean closer, opening your mouth to accept her offering.

As soon as she feels your tongue on her, the Orc Chief groans deeply, arching her back and throwing her head back in pleasure. Her hips move restlessly against yours, grinding herself against you as she moans. "That's it," she purrs between ragged breaths. "Suck my cock like a good little Fuckdoll."

Her hands slide down to grasp your hair, keeping you in place as her other hand travel

You gasp as she thrusts her hips forward again, pushing her cock deeper into your mouth and tongue, eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep in her throat. Her other hand trails down your chest, teasing one nipple until it stands erect before pinching the tender bud between thumb and forefinger, sending a shiver of desire through you.

Her hips move rhythmically against yours, sliding over the growing bulge in your pants with each thrust as she rides your face, grinding her swollen clit against your cheek. Her moans grow louder and more ragged as pleasure builds within her, and the scent of her arousal fills your nostrils, making it nearly impossible to think of anything else.

With a harsh gasp, she comes, her hips bucking wildly against you as she convulses in

As the spasms of her orgasm subside, the Orc Chief sinks down to the floor with a weary groan, still holding your head in place between her legs. She pants heavily for several moments, her chest heaving up and down as she tries to catch her breath. Her grip on you loosens slightly, giving you the opportunity to pull away from her slick cock and slump back onto the soft furs.

"That was... exhilarating," she pants out, running a hand through her sweat-drenched hair. "You're even better at that than some of the other males I've had." She leans forward, bringing her face close to yours so that you can see the desire burning in her eyes. "But there's still more fun to be had."

Her hand slips underneath your body, expertly guiding your cock and balls

Her hand slips underneath your body, expertly guiding your cock and balls closer to her face. "I've been thinking... You know how some of the other males I've had didn't quite live up to my expectations?" she whispers mischievously as she cups your sack in one hand and takes your glistening length in the other. "Maybe it's time for a little experiment..."

Her tongue flicks out, tracing the head of your cock, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. Her other hand continues to stroke your balls, massaging them gently through your sack as she takes more of your length into her mouth with each pass of her tongue. "What do you think, Fuckdoll?" she asks between wet sucks, her eyes locked on yours, her voice thick with desire and malice. "Should we see if I can breed