The bull orc chieftain wasted no time moving her robes (scant as they were) to the floor. Big rough hands wasted no time with truly sumptuous feast of flesh, but the orc seemed acutely aware that he'd fallen into her trap. Still, he couldn't back out now, not without harming his male pride, so he dropped his own pelts to the floor and thrust his cock up onto her flat stomach, letting her play with it of course. While the males of her own people could hardly be said to leave woman in wont, this was something else to be savored. It was a magnificent exemplar of orcish pride. His massive balls also grazed her pussy as he let her slender hands play across it.<br/><br/>Kragnos grunted and felt her tits, bounty of flesh overflowing his large hands. "Even orc woman would be be envious of you, even if you lack proper fangs and tusks. Once smiths start moving in, your men will find the delights of female orc flesh to their liking." His cock began leaking a thick musky cum seemingly at the lightest of touches. Orc mating tended to not produce offspring easily as humans and so they evolved to waste no time trying for the best chances at reproduction. Though as magical as Iloesa was she had perfect control over her own body and could decide when she would have her daughter (if one would even be needed).<br/><br/>The orc seemed to sniff something that he liked on the air air and moved his nose down her front until he reached her wet little pussy. Even with additional caution he felt his control slip away. The potent combination of sex appeal and innate magic ability meant that no man could really stand against the desires of the soon to be Goddess Queen, not when she really wanted to try something. The orc found himself pushing into her, his massive green cock stretching her easily but soon his eyes rolled back in his head as baser desires took over.<br/><br/>Ileosa would feel a surge in her spirit when she took the orc inside her. He began a heated rut, the table creaking, plates hitting the floor. A great mass of muscles and desire above her, giving himself over to her own desires. He was just a warlord after all and she was queen. The orc bellowed his joy to the rafters, stamina seemingly not an issue. His hands were on her hips as he came within her in one continuous orgasm, leaving most of it to run down her ass and over the table. Soon he slumped down into the chair, but no man was done until the queen had her fill. The woman behind the virtual monarch feeling everything as if she were doing it herself, of course.