Having defeated the two men, Gorg and Zug didn't hesitate to reap the rewards of victory.
Gorg squatted low over the farmer, allowing him the honor of cleaning the heavy orbs of the conquering race.
Zug forced his slave to his knees and enjoyed the man's sucking mouth.
"Drink deep, pitiful human," Gorg taunted the son. "Drink his flow of nectar and remember this moment! Remember the day you and your father fell to the orcs!"
Gorg could feel the hot, terrified breath of the farmer on his balls. He shook his hips slightly, dragging them across the man's face.
"You are the first of many to come! Victory to Overlord Krag!!"