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[Landrica]
Finally, the chance to break that arrogant human.
"Hey, Yorkshire?" I ask, looking at my sister. "Let's fuck him up?"
"Fuck yeah!" She replies, licking her lips in the human's direction. "I'm wringing his cock inside my pussy all week long."
Yorkshire's smile is as wide as mine. The idea of spending an entire week raping that human makes us salivate.
But as we take a step forward to joy the other, a strong hand lands on our shoulders, stopping us from advancing further.
"Ugh, Mom!" my sister complains. "What the fuck is this?"
She looks at us with those intense yellow eyes, and I know nothing good is coming.
"You two are not going to join the rest of the Horde." She declares in a heavy tone of authority.
"But Mooom..." Yorkshire complayins, her voice trembling with anger. "He is our enemy, we deserve..."
"You deserve what?" Mom interrupts, her voice harsh. "You deserve to have fun at the cost of having shamed our horde? Those orcs inside the barn worked hard, followed my orders, and that's why they will have their reward."
Keeping her grip on our shoulders, our mother spins us on our heels to face her directly.
"You two ran away from home, disobeyed me, and almost died to a human, that doesn't seem worthy of reward to me."
Frustration grows inside me, but I know there's no point in arguing with Mom when she's like this. She's the High Orc of our horde, the leader, and her word is law.
"So we're just going to stand here, watching everyone else have fun while we're left out?" I ask, my voice laden with resentment.
Mom sighs, her expression softening a little.
"If I don't punish you, the rest of the horde might think I'm getting soft, and any of them could challenge me."
I lower my eyes, sadness etched on my face as Yorkshire's, who mimics my gesture.
We deserve the punishment. But that doesn't make it any less bitter to see our sisters preparing for a week of pure fun while we're left out.
"Hey, girls." Mom's voice softens, and I feel her strong arms wrap around us. The familiar scent, that odor that always calms us, envelops us. "I know it's hard, but you need to understand. The horde needs discipline, and you need to learn your place."
Yorkshire sniffs, trying to hold back tears. I, on the other hand, just clench my teeth, the frustration still bubbling inside me.
"Now swallow all those tears and go to work." Mom continues, releasing us from the hug. "I need you to gather everything valuable you found in the city. We have to ensure the goblin's payment."
"Payment?" Yorkshire asks, confused.
"Yes." Mom explains. "As a sign of good faith, she has already given me some Holstaur milk, but we'll need more to last the whole week."
[Jason]
Lying on the makeshift straw bed, I feel the prickling against my skin. The smell of hay mixed with the orcs' sweat is strong, unmistakable. A pungent and slightly sweet aroma that is already starting to make my member hard.
I am surrounded by them, their hands quickly tearing my cloths. The fabric yields easily, exposing my chest to the cold morning air.
"This man smell..." An orc murmurs, her nose planted on my nape. "Sooo good."
Another orc pulls my pants, the sound of the fabric tearing echoes through the room. Their hands and tongues begin to trace my body, leaving warm wet trails. Each lick is accompanied by weird compliments to how I taste, their guttural voices vibrating with excitement.
"Oh, how nice." Another orc comments, her tongue sliding across my abdomen.
My clothes are in tatters, scattered around the bed. The orcs continue to sniff me with their dilated nostrils, capturing every nuance of my odor. Their tongues don't stop, exploring every inch of exposed skin.
"We're going to enjoy every little piece of him." An orc declares, her voice full of possession.
I sigh, frustrated with the situation I find myself in.
In my other life this should be a dream come true, the pinnacle of all my fantasies. I am surrounded by horny women thirsty for sex with me, their voluptuous and busty forms pressing against me, their tongues exploring every inch of my body.
But I can't relax and enjoy it.
Not with the lives of the people in the village at stake… not with my father and mother out there, vulnerable.
Without knowing why, the orcs stop paying attention to me and begin to grumble frustratedly among themselves.
"Why isn't he hard yet?" one of them murmurs, her voice laden with impatience.
"Maybe he doesn't like us." another suggests, her tone of evident disappointment.
Suddenly, a thunderous laugh echoes through the room. An orc, taller and more imposing than the others, stands up. Her eyes gleam with a playful malice.
"You dumb bitches." She declares, her voice firm and confident. "He just needs to smell something stronger."
Quickly she approaches and positions herself over me, her thick legs opening for my eyes. Her pussy, already dripping with excitement, is inches from my face. The smell of musk and sweetness that invades my senses makes my member stir to life, like it's ready to rise.
"Let's see if this solves the humie softness problem." She says, a lascivious smile on her lips.
She falls onto my face, rubbing her wet pussy against my nose and mouth. The contact is hot and moist, the taste salty and sweet at the same time. I feel every fold, every crevice, pressing against me. Her fluids drip down my face, leaving a shiny and sticky trail.
The other orcs watch, their breaths quickening. The room is filled with the sound of moans and sighs, the air charged with desire.
"That's it, give it a good sniff humie." She murmurs, her voice trembling with pleasure. "Smell your female."
The other orcs begin to move, their hands returning to explore my body and rubbing their groins on my legs, arms, and back as if they were desperate bitches in heat.
Her movement intensifies, her hips swaying rhythmically against my face. Each rub is more insistent, more urgent. Her pussy drips even more, the hot and viscous liquid covering my face, invading my nostrils, making my mind lighter.
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Poison [orc pheromone]:
Aphrodisiac: Reduction of inhibitions and slight increased desire.
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I smile at the notification and the fact that the pheromone of a group of mamono orcs is weaker and less useful than mandrake root diluted in soup brings me joy for some reason.
"Look, the boy is smiling." Comments the orc sitting on my face. "Must be loving kissing the mouth between my legs."
The comment makes all the orcs laugh triumphantly. The sound of their laughter echoes through the room, vibrating in my bones. The orc on top of me lifts her ass a little, her face flushed with pleasure and satisfaction.
"Let's see if he can handle us now." She declares in a tone of threat and a wide smile on her lips.
The laughter and threat pass unnoticed by me. For amidst the chaos, a sudden clarity strikes me.
"I'm already in hell, might as well embrace the devil." I say, making the Orcs look at me confused.
My hands shoot out, grabbing the orc's voluminous ass with great force, my fingers digging into her pink flesh.
"Squee!" She squeals in surprise like a pig noticing a predator.
With a sharp movement I pull the wide-eyed orc down, making her fall seated on top of me once again.
POOF!
The impact is strong, her large ass pressing against my face, trapped against my body.
All the other orcs recoil, jumpy by my sudden display of strength. Confused, the orc on top of me stops moving.
"What the humie-!" She begins, but her words are interrupted by her own moan as I grip her flesh even harder with the tips of my fingers. "Ooooooh."
"Let's see who breaks who." I say, my voice muffled by orc ass.
She tries to get up, but I hold her waist firmly, keeping her trapped.
"What do you think you're doing, human?" One of the orcs on the sidelines shouts, wanting to intervene, but not brave enough to get close.
I could answer her, but right now I have a mouth and an orc to break.
My tongue slides into her, exploring the orc's wet folds. The taste is intense, a mixture of salty and sweet that makes me even more excited. I push my tongue deeper, feeling every detail, every texture. The orc trembles, her moans becoming louder and more desperate.
"Aaaah, humie!" She tries to thrash, her voice trembling with pleasure.
Her thick thighs tighten around my head, trapping me even more against her. But I don't care. I am determined to take her to the limit, to make her feel every bit of the pleasure I can offer.
My tongue moves faster, deeper, exploring every corner. The orc trembles violently, her moans turning into screams of ecstasy. I feel her body tense, ready to explode.
She didn't stand a chance.
"Squeeeeeeeeee!" the Orc squealed, cumming on my face.
Her whole body trembles in spasms only to end with her falling forward, her ample breasts pressing against my torso. Her weight is comforting, the sensation of her warm skin against mine.
"Aaaaaahhhh!" She moans, snuggling against my body. "I l-."
Her words are interrupted when I once again grab her ass.
"W-wait a moment." She stutters breathlessly. "I just came."
In response to the Orc's request, I lift my legs and get her head in a leglock, forcing her face against my member, which grew to its maximum size influenced by my power.
Maximum Length: 32 cm [1 foot]
Maximum Girth: 4,6 cm [1,8 inch]
With her cheeks squeezed between my legs, the orc swallows hard and tries to look at me with tearful eyes, fear and lust etched on her face. Her breathing is short and rapid, her chest heaving in despair.
"M-Mercy...." She begs, her voice trembling.
I feel her accelerated heartbeat against my thighs and the warmth of her breath against my skin. Clear signs that her fear is genuine.
And yet, I raise my right hand, pointing my index and middle fingers at her, reply in a dry tone:
"No!" I exclaim, smiling.
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Silver finger:
You are a master at delivering sexual pleasure by hand.
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I thrust my fingers into the orc's pussy, feeling her inner walls contract in response. She squeals loudly, a high-pitched and desperate sound that echoes through the barn. She trashes, her body trembles, trying to break free, but I hold her firmly trapped between my legs.
"SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" She squeals, her voice trembling with panic and pleasure.
But I pay no heed. I add my ring finger and push all three even deeper inside her, feeling every fold, every texture.
"Stop, please!" She begs, tears streaming down her face.
Her body trembles violently, her moans turning into screams of ecstasy. The smell of her excitement is intense, filling the air around us. Her body contorts, trying to escape, but I hold her trapped, forcing her to feel every bit of the pleasure I can offer.
"Now it's your turn to smell mine." I order, my voice firm and determined.
She tries to resist, turning her face to the side, but I tighten my legs even more, pressing her head against my member.
"Ahhhh, humie!" She moans, her body trembling.
Surrendering, the orc takes a deep breath, her eyes closing in defeat.
I feel her body yield more, her muscles relaxing, accepting the pleasure I am giving her. Her moans become softer, sweeter, a sound of pure satisfaction. I continue to move my fingers, feeling every contraction, every tremor.
"That's it, girl." I murmur, a satisfied smile on my lips. "Enjoy it."
She moans in response, her body moving in sync with my fingers. Each movement is more intense, more urgent. I feel her body tense, ready to explode once again. And when it does, it is with a scream of pure ecstasy, her body trembling violently, her fluids dripping down my fingers.
"MASTER!" She shouts, cumming once more.
I don't understand why she called me Master, but I have to continue while the iron is still hot.
I release the orc from the leg lock, pushing her forward with a sharp movement. Her body falls forward onto the straw mattress. She moans in pain and tries to get up, but her legs tremble, too weak to support her own weight. Her face is flushed, marked by intense pleasure and the pain of the fall.
"Master..." She murmurs, her voice weak and trembling.
The sight of the orc fallen forward, face down and ass up, is too attractive for me. Her round and voluminous butt is exposed… and vulnerable. The pink skin shines with a thin layer of sweat, reflecting the dim light of the barn. It is an irresistible temptation.
I raise my hand and bring it down forcefully, the slap echoing throughout the room.
WHAP!
The orc cries out, a sound mixed with pain. Her ass trembles with the impact, the red mark of my hand standing out against the light skin.
"Aiiii, Master!" She moans needily.
To my surprise, she responds by wiggling her ass, as if trying to relieve the pain, but the movement only makes her look even more provocative. The red mark pulsates, a living reminder of my touch.
"Oh, Master..." She begs, her voice soft and submissive. "Please."
I get up, my body still pulsing with the adrenaline of fingering the orc. She is lying on her stomach, her breathing ragged, her body trembling. I approach her, my hard and throbbing member pressing against her voluminous buttocks. The sensation of her warm skin against mine is electrifying, intensifying my desire.
"Just look at you." I growl, my voice deeper than usual. "Lying there, all submissive. The only good thing about you is that fat ass."
She trembles at my words, a low moan escaping her lips. Her buttocks contract slightly, as if trying to hide her excitement, but it's useless. I can feel the heat emanating from her, the smell of her desire filling the air.
"You want this, don't you?" I continue, my voice laden with authority. "You want to feel my hard cock inside you??"
She lifts her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine. There is a mixture of lust and desire in her gaze, an internal struggle between submission and pride. But I know she already lost, her body already betrayed by its own needs.
"Please, Master..." She whispers, her voice trembling. "I want it... I need."
I smile, satisfied with her surrender.
"Not enough!" I exclaim loudly for everyone to hear. "You're going to have to beg more than that. Tell me how much you want it, how much you need me."
She hesitates for a moment, but the desire in her eyes is unmistakable. Her body trembles, anticipating the pleasure to come.
"Please, Master..." She begs, her voice firmer this time. "I want to feel you inside me. I need you, I need your cock. Please, fuck me, make me yours."
Her voice is a mixture of despair and lust, each word laden with desire.
I grab her hips firmly, feeling the soft and voluminous flesh under my fingers. With a decisive movement, I thrust my hips forward, sinking my more than thirty centimeters(1 f.) of cock deep inside her.
SLAP!
The orc screams loud, a primitive and desperate sound of carnal desire that echoes through the barn. Her body trembles, trying to accommodate my size.
"Ahhhh, Master!" She moans, her voice trembling all over.
I feel her inner walls contract around my member, squeezing me tightly. The heat and moisture are intense, enveloping me completely.
Smiling, I begin to move slowly, long and deep thrusts, feeling every inch of her.
SLAP! SLAP!
"Good girl." I murmur, mounting her, placing the weight of my body on her from behind.
SLAP! SLAP!
She moans in response, her body moving in sync with mine, accepting my dominance.
"Yeeeeees." She slurs, unable to think straight.
SLAP! SLAP!
Each thrust is more intense, more urgent. I feel her body tense, ready to explode. Her moans turn into screams of ecstasy, her body trembling violently.
"Master, I... I'm going to-." She tries to speak, but her words are interrupted by my command.
"No!" I growl in her ear, making the Orc's body stop and tense in response. "You will only cum when you submit to me in body and soul."
"Hmmmm." She moans, confused and needy.
"Forget your leader, abandon your horde." I declare, moving my right arm to lock her neck in an armbar. "Be mine… and no one else's."
Her neck is held firmly in my arm. Her face is red, marked by the effort and the intense pleasure. Her eyes, once full of defiance, now gleam with a mixture of submission and desire.
"Master, please..." She begs, her voice trembling and desperate. "I swear, I'll never see obey another orc in my life. I only want to serve you, my human master and your cock!"
The Orc's body trembles, not just from the physical exertion, but from the intensity of her emotions.
"Fuck the leader, fuck the horde." She continues, her voice breaking into a big, crooked smile. "I only want to be yours, Master. Please, accept me."
Her eyes fill with tears, the despair evident in every feature of her face. She tries to move, but my grip on her neck keeps her immobile, submissive. Her body trashes violently, every muscle tense, ready to explode. Her moans turn into sobs, a sound of pure surrender and desire.
Determined to break her once and for all, I activate some of my powers.
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Hard as Steel = Your penis can be harder as the toughest metals.
Weak Spots = You instinctively know your partner's weak points.
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With a voracious smile, I pull my cock back, feeling the head of my dick scrape every inch of her trying to hold me inside. The orc moans, a desperate and needy sound that vibrates in my chest. Her body trembles, anticipating what is to come.
With a decisive movement, I thrust my hips forward, sinking deep inside her with all my strength. The sensation is intense, every nerve in my body igniting with pleasure.
SLAAAAP!
"Ahhhh, Master!" She screams, her voice trembling with pleasure and pain.
Her body trembles violently, trying to accommodate my size and the force of the impact. I feel her inner walls contract around my member, squeezing me with an almost unbearable force that makes me cum inside her, filling the orc with my seed.
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LEVEL UP!
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The level up window makes me smile, but the next ones make me laugh maniacally.
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Orc:
Attribute Bonus = +2 VITALITY +1 STRENGTH +1 CHARISMA
Fury= Once per hour, you unleash your rage, giving you a 50% attribute bonus to Strength, Vitality, and Charisma.
Heat Pheromone = You can produce hormones that induce heat on others.
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Cursed Sword [Scabbard]
Goblin [Goblin Layer/Goblin King]
Gremlin [Inventor]
Holstaur [Dairy farmer]
Living Armor [Armiger]
Orc
"What are you laughing at?" asks one of the Orcs that I had forgotten were with me in the barn.
Slowly I turn towards the twenty orcs and smiling I reply.
"It's just that I remembered that this is just the beginning."
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It's one of the four below, can you guess which one it is?
[Image]
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