The bald ogre with the braided beard that went halfway down his chest returns to the king’s tent.
“What you want, Oook? Me makin’ my mate, you not to bother us.” The king says.
Oook looks down at you with obvious lust in his eyes, his cock merely chubby when he entered is now full on hard and drooling precum, he unconsciously strokes his cock. He’s distracted for a few moments looking a you, lying with your back up against the king’s knees as he sits on his rock throne, rubbing your newly furrier bare chest. Your complete nudity doesn't bother you in the slightest anymore. The king’s cock is fully hard and leaking precum all over your shoulder, you barely notice though. Oook’s intrusion does noting to stop your enjoyment of the meal, you’re ravenous and tear at it with a lust almost equal to that you feel in your groin.
“Oook!” The king shouts, “What you WANT?”
Oook is quickly snapped back to reality, his cock deflating back to simi-turgid, though he gives you another glance before speaking. “Sorry, Your Mahjest, Barahk told me to give you message; he says four new hoomans have come, they here for party with us. They looking for ogre beer and wrestlin’, wants a good time.”
The king leans back a bit and laughs, rubbing your head and looking down at you from behind, “My new mate gets fresh meat then, they will be his loyal guards like you be mine But first he must be true ogre. Tell Barahk to give the hoomans beer, then they open to what we give them to drink next!” The king laughs.
Oook laughs too, “Yes Mahjest” he bows with the fist of his right hand over his heart. As he bows he shoots you another lustful glance and turns to go.
“Oook!” the king barks and the bald, long bearded ogre stops and turns once again to his king.
“When you done telling Barahk, come back here. My mate will rut with you and fill you while I fill him. You have honor of being first ogre to get his seed when he completely change while inside you.”
“Yes Your Mahjest!” Oook replies, “Thank you!”
Oook is once again fully erect and almost bursting with excited lust.
“And Oook, tell your partner Mahzex to bring more meat, my mate need more food to grow, hurry!”
“Yes Mahjest!” Oook says and hurries out of the tent.
You are feeling sleepy, having finished the near raw meat the king gave you. You look up at him and he smiles a tusky smile back at you as you yawn.
“You tired my mate, my second?” He says.
“Yes, Mahjest.” you say and he pets your now bushy beard, then runs his fingers over your new tusks. He tugs on one of them a little and it feels good to you, the intimacy of it.
You yawn again, ending it in a deep growl and he kisses you.
“We sleep now, then wake when Oook comes back, OK?” the king says.
You nod and the king leads you to a curtained off area piled high with furs which serves as his royal bed. You climb into the pile and nestle down. The king climbs in behind you and wraps his huge, furry, muscular body around you, pulling musky furs over the top of you.