Pausing a moment, you see your warriors having their way with the captured women, cries of bestial lust and helpless pleasure filling the frontier settlement. Each of them has taken at least one, with Tamar already greedily fucking his third slave. You turn back to the younger redhead, now kneeling next to her mother. The older woman was lying, naked, in the dirt, her slit dripping with your seed. Her mouth was open, her tongue hanging out, her hips still twitching with the pleasure of being bred with orc seed.
You step forward, grabbing the girl by her tether, turning her to face you.
“And you'll join her in a minute, sweet.” Your cock is still hard, still covered in your own cum. You disrobe the girl with as much ceremony, or lack thereof, as her mother had been, putting her back on the fence as you line your cock up with her lower lips. You rub her gently, and despite the girl's trepidation and sorrow, her tears drying on her face, soon you can tell her body is starting to respond, her lower lips moistening. You step in to lick her body, from her navel to the nipples atop her breasts, enjoying the taste of her youthful fertility. It isn't too long before she is biting her lip to stifle a moan, caught between your powerful arms and the fence, nowhere to go but to push back against your questing cock. Soon the head slips inside her, her slit now moist with lust, and you spread her wide open around your massive cock, feeling the unmistakable feeling of a virgin pussy. The girl's eyes widen in shock, surprise, and pleasure, unfocused, as you continue to sate your lusts with her. Her arms wrap around your neck, hanging on, her body soon rolling with each of your motions, rocking back into you to enable you to stab deeper and deeper into her womanly depths.
Soon the girl's head is leaning back, eye unfocused as you plunder her body for pleasure. Feeling your climax approaching, you pull her in tight, clutching her lush body against your chest, not allowing her to fall as your seed fills her, your orgasm pumping uncountable pulses deep inside her over the course of minutes. You lay her down next to her mother, the two of them insensate, in the reverie of orc seed, their bodies overwhelmed by the power of the orcish rut.
Once things die down, you instruct your men to grap all the livestock, roping the cum-drunk women atop horses by twos. The raiding party had arrived with nothing, but now departed with cattle, horse, and women…
Soon your warriors are setting about making pens below your cave for the lifestock. The captured women, on the other hand, are brought in in ropes, kept restrained until they develop such a hunger for orc seed that they will obey. Gagura is in charge of taking care of your two captives. After the effects of orc seed had worn off, they both returned to their recent feisty nature. You think it best to keep them restrained until they can be properly broken in.
The next day Gagura comes to you with a proposition, and the youngest orc girl in the tribe, a grass-green skinned girl named Dura.
“My husband… Dura here does not want to be given away as a prize for hunters. She says she wants to become another of your orcwives.”
The orcess was slight of build, but she had not finished her youthful growth yet. Her breasts were small, for one of her race, but easily the equal of Aalis's motherly mounds. Slightly bashful at talking to the leader so soon after a successful raid, she nodded her head, stepping forward.
“That's right. I want to be your wife, and bear your children, Mordo. I- I think you're going to be a great chief, and I want my children to bear your blood in their veins.”
She seems serious, and it's worth considering. There's a chance the other orcs might get annoyed at you taking another of the tribe's women as a bride, but now would be the time, as they are flush with victory. And she does seem to be eager, whether Gagura has been talking you up to her, or no.
There's another issue at the moment, however. Right now the tribe doesn't have a proper forge building – only Tamar's makeshift setup. And Gagura has been complaining that she doesn't have a proper workspace for alchemy. Both would be useful, but right now you can only spare the workers for one.
>Mordo
>Power 5
>Finesse 2
>Charm 2
>Intelligence 5
>Notable Possessions: Boar Spear, Skinning Knife, Leather Armor, Handcrafted Longrifle
>Will you take another orcess as your wife or no?
>Should the tribe invest in orc blacksmithing or orc alchemy – both arts with secrets held from other races' knowledge.