Furthering Val’s story a bit with this image! She’s got a new Orc owner that I personally have always wanted to do for her. Mar’gur was always short term but R’hamok here embodies a more longterm holder of Val and I hope you’ll see why in the future. No better way to start off a new ownership than a mating press image with a story on top.

Enjoy!

Being trapped under a mountain of green muscle as it pummeled with unyielding force between her legs was no strange place for Val to be these days. Yet this particular mountain was her new master and he happened to be different from any Orcish master she had served under before.
His brutish bed manner and his desire to pound-fuck his Elven slave into a sex coma was very typical of an Orcish bed manner. What differed was the intent behind them and her relationship to this new owner.

When Mar’gur had bet and lost Val in a high stakes game of hearthstone, Val had fully expected the new holder of her leash to be a scoundrel type or some pig ugly Orc with no morals. Instead she encountered R’hamok, a surprisingly handsome Orc further on in years than she was used to. He was no rich merchant or arena champion though, R’hamok was merely a veteran who owned a small patch of land beyond the walls of Orgrimmar for his years of service.

What surprised her most was how very calm and soft spoken he was. When he did speak he did so with all the clarity and intelligence of an Elf or a Human. There was no knuckle dragging brutish expression or simple minded hollers of honor and blood. Val may have been pinned under this massive Orc, sinking into the bed as their shared weight and his deep thrusting threatened to collapse the entire thing with them upon it – but she wasn’t as trapped as it might have appeared, she was there willingly. As willingly as a slave could be at any rate.

She belonged to him, but they had an arrangement that he had pitched to her, completely taking her by surprise. She would be required to serve him loyally, offering her body and services as his slave without seeking to escape. In return he would allow her to continue her mission of healing and helping the needy. He would see to it that she could continue to do the main thing she cared about and even vowed help to protect her while she did it to avoid being captured or killed.

No Orc had ever taken her as a slave and made such a a bargain. Frankly, there was no need to bargain with something you owned - which is what set him apart from the other Orcs. R’hamok held respect for this particular Kaldorei’s desire to selflessly help anyone who required it. In his eyes, it was not his place to stop such a good hearted person from doing honorable work. He’d have set her free if he wasn’t certain she’d be recaptured by the goblin slaver’s guild fairly quickly this deep into Horde lands.

Truth be told he was more than a little fond of her. Both for her incredible body and her enduring strength of will. It gave the old veteran Orc a spark of his youth that he had not kindled since before the death of his life mate many years past.

R’hamok peered down at the Kaldorei as she too turned her gaze up to his. He leaned his bearded chin down to press his lips against her own, something she found herself returning quite eagerly as he barrelled down on top of her with his might. R’hamok had lost track of how many times he had pumped his seed inside of her. They had been at it for hours judging by the candles he had put out before they started being almost entirely consumed and melted.

“Master... please... I need rest...” Val moaned out quietly and with no small amount of exhaustion, her palms patting his strong thighs to get his attention from his focused desires.

“We’ll rest soon, Val. The spark of my youth yet burns within me from your beauty. I would see our arrangement well forged in sweat and seed. Besides, I haven’t had the pleasure of your ass yet.” He replied softly as he slowed his thrusting hips to reassure her. He cradled her head in one of his large green palms and offered her another tender growled kiss. “Endure but a few hours more, my slave. I will prepare a hot bath for you when we’re done and see you get as much sleep as you require.” He added.

“Yes master. Forgive my weakness. You are just so strong and big.” The young druid said in response to his gentle words. Using the merciful slow down to regain her composure and stamina while she could.

The Orc smiled at her, it was genuine and caring as he gave her another kiss just before shifting his position. He used his lower body to curve her hips inward and spread her legs even wider until he was looming over her entirely. His muscular arms coming down at either side of her head like massive emerald pillars securing his body in place. His raw strength pushed her legs backward as far as they could go as his meaty cock dropped heavily down into her well beaten nethers once more.

In this mating press position, Val could feel every inch of him reaching more deeply inside her than he had before. His hefty balls still so full of seed would beat against her cheeks with the brutish fury of his thrusts. Val’s pleasured cries rang out around her master’s home and out into the land he owned outside. Yet it was unlikely anyone was within miles of his home to even hear him fuck his slave elf.

As she endured beneath R’hamok’s powerful hips, she recalled that sex with Mar’gur had almost always been to the benefit of Mar’gur. There had been a short period where it seemed like the iron hearted arena champion had been falling for her Kaldorei slave, yet her frustration with Val not reciprocating those emotions turned her nasty and resentful to the Elf over time.

Her attempts to breed the Elf had been fruitless and the disconnect from Val seeing her as nothing more than her owner had a negative effect on things. Fun had passed from their strange relationship and Val found herself dealing with the mood swings and abuse of her Orc mistress. Weeks before she bet Val away in a game of chance, Mar’gur had struck Val out of anger and frustration. It was the moment she had sank any chance of a future with the Kaldorei and it was time for her to move on.

This came to Val’s mind in this moment simply because she felt a strangely strong connection to her new master already, one far beyond that she ever had with Mar’gur. It’s true he was currently roughly violating her for several hours, but she got the impression that he’d be doing this exactly the same even if she wasn’t his slave. He wasn’t asserting his dominance or trying to humiliate her, he was enjoying her as one would a partner. She didn’t feel equal to him but for the first time ever, she didn’t feel like she was a lowly slave being raped by an Orc.

“Still with me, Val?” He asked as he peered down at his slave. R’hamok turned his neck downward to give her a look over to make sure she was okay. His one good eye met her luminous ones peering up at him.

”Yes master, I’m fine.” She replied through a moan. “Do you desire my ass now?” the slave elf inquired.
He noticed her new found strength and respected it. She was far stronger than she looked and it impressed him. He knew she had endured much before they had met but he was witnessing the Valnoressa he had heard about in the past. He peered down between them at the mess he had made of the Elf, the copious amounts of cum he had pumped inside her pussy for hours and all that which had flowed out when it could hold no more inside.

He pushed air out of his nose with a slight grunt at the situation. He felt a little guilty about going so hard on the first night, he pulled out of her suddenly, getting off and looking down at her. Val looked confused, wondering if she had did something wrong or said something wrong.

“I think we did a good job of sealing the deal, you have had more than enough. I do not wish to do you harm.” He said with an honest caring smile as he guided her legs together and back down to the matress. He patted them gently as he stood up. “I’ll prepare that bath for you now, there’s quite a lot to clean up. Sorry about that.” He said with a hearty chuckle as he began to head towards the bathroom.

“Master!” Val’s voice called out to him from the bed.

The Orc turned to look back at his slave. His brow lifted quickly as his eye set upon the Elf laying on her front in a prone position, her rear lifted high off the messy mattress swaying from side to side gently. She was presenting herself for him and by the ancestors it was quite a sight to behold those round peach cheeks. More so as she peered back with those eyes of desire, her palms gently pulling each mound of ass cheek to the side a little.

“Master and I had an arrangement. Master wanted my ass as well, I would hate for us to start our new roles together on a half finished agreement.” She spoke out as she spread those beautiful cheeks a little wider.

A surprised smirk and growled chuckle rose on the Orc’s lips and around his tusks as he nodded in agreement. “As would I, my slave. I’d hate that too.” He replied, softly stroking his still erect cock as he approached the presenting Elf. He gave her a playful swat across the rear with his large palm, forcing a moaned yelp from the Elf’s lips as he immediately mounted her.

The Orc used his cock to scoop a large glob of his seed leaking from Val’s pussy, shoveling it up and prodding it against her rear. It was thick and sticky but it would have to do as lubricant for his gaping girth. As soon as it was in place, he gave her a few hard humps to slip inside and get right to pounding her asshole.

Val balled the bed sheets up into her fists as that green mountain of muscle came pummeling down on her ass from above. “Ooh... Fffff-Fuck!” She cried out as the weight of the Orc flattened her raised ass down to the mattress with ease. Val’s hole surrendered to the thick green shaft willingly, turning the tight star into a wide hole within mere moments.

What ensued was a few more hours of being a sleeve for her new master’s desires and titan-like stamina. If she thought she was exhausted earlier in the night then she absolutely knew the meaning of the word now. As exhausting as it all was it also felt incredible.

All three of her holes had been given their fill of her master’s seed. She’d be tasting his cum for days and her hips themselves ached from the force they had been beaten with by the Orc. No single Orc had ever taken her so well for so long all by him or herself.

R’hamok did indeed prepare a bath for her, he even carried the poor Elf to the tub and saw her bathed by his own hand with tender care. When the bathing was done, her carried her to his bed to sleep and rest as he had promised. The Orc cuddled up under the covers with his slave, resting her tired head against his muscular chest as she passed out into her sex coma.

It was far too early for her to discern what they were becoming. It was their first night as master and slave after all, but she had no doubts that the truth of it all would reveal itself in time. And if it never did, she at least finally seemed to have found an Orc worth serving and calling master.