D&D: FHC No, you recover. But there's no reason you can't indulge in some submission
From Create Your Own Story
You take a deep breath, centering yourself. You almost lost yourself there. That was intense, and addicting. You use this as a learning experience. After all, part of training sessions like these are to make you aware of your weaknesses, though you couldn't have guessed that this particular weakness of yours would be discovered today.
Buuuut, that's no reason to bring a total stop to what you're doing. You just have to remember your status, and make sure that your pleasure and your business remain as discrete and separate parts of your life. This starts with setting the tone and sending a message.
To regain control, you seize the moment to make a statement, surrounding yourself in an aura of divine yet foreboding magic. With your enhanced strength, you jerk your wrists apart, bursting the steel restraints with ease. You smash them together with a deafening clang, shattering the cuffs like glass, as you wield the powers of Bane with skill and ease. This startles the previously lusty pair of half-orcs into sobriety.
You draw yourself to full height and speak with a dangerously low voice, profane magic crackling at your fingertips,
"Now you two, I have no problems being your plaything, now and possibly in the future based on your performance. But I will not be debased outside of the confines of privacy and expect the utmost discretion from you. Now are we clear?"
The half orcs, quickly realize that while they are individually much more physically powerful than you, their magic power is not on par with yours. Not even close. They give quick and short nods.
The older brother steps forward,
"As long as we are not denied our conquest from our rightful victory, we agree to stay… discreet about our… relations."
"Oh but of course not." You say, adding a sultry tone to your voice, "I wouldn't dream of denying you your… conquest. You rightfully defeated me, and as such you are entitled the full spoils of battle. I just wanted to be clear where we stand. Now…"
You dismiss the magic surrounding you, and start to strip, using your body to entice them back into the mood. It shouldn't be too difficult, they are orcs after all.
You quickly shed your belt and your chain armor. You ditch your combat gloves and boots, along with your socks and jewelry. You smile, an idea having occurred to you. You slow down your efforts, in an attempt to tease and tempt them to further heights of desire.
You begin swaying your hips as you turn around and lift the hem of your dress, giving them a great view of your tight curves and your long, toned legs. You silently thank the fates you had decided to shave all your body hair earlier today. Your dress is shed, with only the slightest resistance as the sticky front clung to your soaked bosom.
You are left in only your lacy black undergarments, your bra and thong leaving precious little to the imagination. You slowly twist and turn towards them once more to unclasp your bra, letting it fall forward and expose your large but perky breasts. You dangle it tantalizingly from your fingers before letting it drop into the growing pile of garments. You can see their strained expressions of barely repressed lust as they leer at your breasts, and they can now see your sensitive nipples are hard as marble.
You shimmy your panties down your legs, the lacy number shed as the last item to join your pile of clothes. You slowly spin around, letting them get a look at the entirety of their prize. You take a deep breath and recover your breath you didn't realize that you were holding.
Returning to your submissive pose you held previously. Eyes down, palms down, as you sink to your knees on all fours. You crawl slowly, back arched and ass in the air towards the two massive orcish bulwarks, then return to your place before the second brother.
You look up at him, his massive manhood obscuring the sight of his face from your position.
"I believe we were in the middle of something important… Sir?" you ask meekly, your core clenching with need and anticipation and flooding with desire
D&D: FHC The Brothers spitroast you
D&D: FHC The Brothers make you the middle of an orc sandwich
