Punished by the commnder

Request: Set in a fanatsy medieval era. Orcs invade the reader's village. Reader is spicy and tries to fight back, which catches Orc Chief's attention, so he takes them to his village/camp as his personal trophy. Reader tries to rebel, so Orc Chief "breaks & disciplines" them in front of his orc warriors. After that, he then let's his warriors have their turn with the reader multiple times while he watches from his makeshift throne of bones, and when they're done, Orc Chief scoops them up in his arms and carries them off to his abode Yea. That's basically it. Big Orc chief and feisty reader with sprinkles of degrading and free use and whatever you think would add up to this scenario.

Orc x gn!reader || free use, (light) degradation, exhibitionism, voyeurism

“You are so cute when you try to be angry,” he says with a laugh, making your blood boil in a non sexy way.

You grab a stool and get it close to him, climbing over it so you are face to face. “Listen to me, I don’t care if you are a commander or whatever you want to be, I am not your slave. I am your fucking wife and I won’t be cleaning your messes.” He blinks, looking at you with surprise at your outburst.

“Is that so, little wife? You weren’t saying that when you were messy with my come,” he teases, still amused.

“You aren’t getting my pussy anytime soon if you don’t start cleaning after yourself!” You tell him, an accusatory finger pointing right at his nose.

You hear a couple chuckles behind you, and you are sure your screaming has gotten the attention of half the camp. “Stop it now,” he grunts, not amused anymore that his soldiers are laughing at him.

You don’t back down. “Are you going to clean after yourself?”

“Stop talking now or accept the consequences, wife.” You frown, pushing his chest lightly, not enough force to move him at all.

You should have guessed that would be bad, because in a blink he’s throwing you over his shoulder and ringing the bell. You know what that means… You are going to be punished in front of everybody. You try not to be too happy about it, your exhibitionist kink getting all kinds of excited about what you know it’s going to happen.

He walks to the main tent, and a bunch of orcs follow. He sits down, you on his lap, and rips your clothes off your body as you shiver in anticipation. Your legs are over the arms of the throne, and there’s a dozen of warriors staring at you, all of them already knowing what is going to happen. The commander’s wife is going to be reprimanded in front of everyone, and she’s going to end leaking come off her hole… as always.

Your husband probes your now exposed entrance, pushing your legs further apart as you try not to groan, and you almost succeed. But then he rubs your clit and you let out the most lewd sound, making everyone cheer in front of you. Your husband chuckles, his hand on your chest as he pinches your sensitive nipples.

Everyone is staring at your gaping hole, your husband grunting behind you as he takes his cock out and rubs it all over your wetness. The piercings on his shaft rub against your clit and you let out a whine that makes everyone looking laugh. You feel the embarrassment burning down on your tummy, but it only makes you want to grind harder against his dick.

He holds you still, his hands gripping your hips as he rubs himself against your exposed pussy. He doesn’t give you a warning before he’s pushing inside, grabbing your hips and grunting as he starts bouncing you on his dick until your legs are trembling. You come messily, gaining a loud cheer from everyone. But he’s not done, fucking you through at least another two orgasms before you feel the tell tale sign of his dick twitching inside of you.

The first shot of his come feels like hot lava inside of you, your forehead sweaty and your body tired as he fills your insides. And he’s still not done, you knew he wouldn’t be. You screamed at him in front of his orcs, and now he’s going to punish you with at least few hours of public fucking.

By the time he has filled you so many times you can’t count, the orcs in front of you are in a full bacchanal, fucking and drinking as some of them still stare at your gushing hole. Your husband pushes into you one last time, bouncing your body like a fleshlight over his length.

“I always like you best when you are dripping my come and too fucked out to argue,” he whispers against your ear, pulling his cock out and playing with the come leaking. He rubs it over your clit, making you whimper and pushes it back inside your pussy. “I’ll clean after myself, but don’t scream at me in front of my orcs ever again, understood?” He whispers, curling his fingers and rubbing your G-spot as you nod, your body melting against him as he keeps playing with your pussy in front of everybody.