King's Arrival - Orcs Attack Lady G's Defenses

The King rode hard through the night, his heart pounding in his chest as he fled the ambush. The screams of his men echoed in his ears, mingling with the snarls of the orcs. He had barely escaped with his life, leaving his loyal entourage to their fate. As he approached the castle, a sense of dread settled in his gut. The gates hung open, and an eerie silence hung over the courtyard. He dismounted, drawing his sword with a shaking hand. Bodies littered the ground, the blood of his people staining the cobblestones. The King crept through the shadows, his breath coming in short gasps as he avoided the roving bands of orcs. Their guttural laughter and cruel taunts filled the air, turning his stomach. Only one thought consumed him: he had to find Lady G. He had to save his queen. He made his way through the castle, his footsteps echoing in the empty halls. The once-bustling corridors were now a ghost town, the silence broken only by distant screams and the clang of metal on metal. Finally, he reached the chambers of Lady G. The door was ajar, and he could hear movement inside. His heart in his throat, the King pushed open the door... The King froze in the doorway, his eyes widening in disbelief. There, on the queen's sofa, sat a massive, grotesque orc, its green skin glistening with sweat. And there, in the most compromising position, was his beloved Lady G. Her breasts were bare, her legs spread wide, and she wore no panties. The King's heart shattered into a million pieces as he took in the scene before him. He could see the wetness glistening on her inner thighs, and his stomach turned. He gripped his sword tightly, his knuckles white with rage. He was about to charge in and kill the filthy beast, but then something shocking happened. Lady G began to touch herself, her fingers sliding over her wet pussy. She ground her hips against the orc's lap. The King's heart sank even further as he watched his wife writhe in pleasure, her moans filling the room. He was paralyzed, his brain failing to understand what is happening. One part of him wanted to enter and kill the orc, but another part just wanted to turn away, and to flee from the scene before him. And yet another part just wanted to see how far would this filthy scene go. And so he stood there, watching in silent agony, as Orc's giant tongue extended and started licking his queen's neck. The pain was unbearable, but he couldn't look away. He was trapped in a living nightmare, and there was no escape.