Scented lust

The princess quietly observed from the corner as her guards got bred one by one, hugging her bare legs as she nervously snuck cheap looks.

Leering at her subordinates being tainted.

Curiosity having gotten the better of the upright, pure and modest majesty.

The elves were seeded, taken for a ride a top my hellish cock.

The last few were the most eager.

Having begrudgingly watched friends be ravished, now all but the last were sleeping soundly.

The unforgiving convulsions kept them numb, their wombs weighed down by a shifting liquid, a heavy warmth that makes one yearn for rest.

Cultivating my young will see these dainty elves grow even more desirable, their fatty teats will surely be a sight to behold.

Sex for this long didn't feel bad, it felt like a hard earned workout.

I can barely hold back my eagerness when it came to witnessing the batch of orcs soon to be born, they can probably care for themselves within a week and the process of repopulation will get going within a year.

It's funny, funny in a rather devious way to think that women as my most valued resource.

Swords and all forms of weapons will be needed for me to win the coming war(s).

That, that will be something for me in the future to worry and deal with.

A large wooden spear with a pointed tip may kill by the sheer amount of power an orc can muster in a single thrust.

We weren't desperate to find quality weapons, as even a simple rock thrower will stop an advance, as would other simple forms of missiles.

That's if we're not facing an entire army of course.

From the swords we've looted we can make a plethora of simpler weapons with, instead of wasting precious metals on a full length sword we'd be able to make arrows, spears or weighted clubs.

I can't ever run out of orcs as I can make more with all races.

It's still in my interest and the best if I wasn't to be the last one alive, if I am too succeed at anything in this world, a few thousand orcs can become a hundred, if not a million.

I'll force man, elf and dwarf to see what a true war looks like.

Their women at my feet-

Those gods they preach to, tainted by my mere presence.

A blight to all good in this world.

Good if you're wicked enough to exterminate an entire race for past aggressions.

Orcs had changed, thus they became weak and therefore they were prey to the more advanced neighbours seeking to expand their dominon.

I have to put an end to it all...

And thus, women are my most valued resource.

How evil must I be for this world to change for better...

* * *

Lifting the last elf's head onto my pillow I got up and spread her legs, pushing her padded rear towards my hips, she'd gone unconscious before finishing me off and I couldn't simply let her get away without being filled like her sisters.

My cock well shined by everyone's effort.

I had no difficulty returning inside the tight, snug hole.

As she lay there I noted her the bare mound, there wasn't a single lonesome hair that grew on her peachy groin.

She was so youthful, rather all of them were and had now eagerly become real women, biting my sumptuous lower lip I murmured. "Elves are great fucks."

"Their cunts just seize up and come back to the same tightness, never loosening. Ever a virgin fit."

But being in this position was more fun than the previous, watching her come to only to be reminded of where she is, finding her vagina filled and gaping furthermore at the pressure I provided.

Her blonde almost white hair rustling peacefully with each thrust, her tits made to move every time her body jolted to the electricity of pleasure pulsating within, shakily accepting the humble position as a breeder.

Unable to twist nor turn away as the lust simply compels her to submit.

Eyes no less watering as her tongue is overwhelmed by mine, the bad breath of an overwhelming orc now inhaled through her thin nostrils.

Swallowing what I left behind as she gasps eagerly for air, it wasn't shortly after that I had my final orgasm for the night, doing so I let go and slowed my thrusts, pumping generously into the elf whom revelled in the stuffing of orc sperm bloating her cramped fuck hole.

"Gughh..." she grunts a final time as her eyes lose focus, her body being overtaken by pleasure her mind and body together rocked by an immense orgasm wearing her down.

Her mindless task as a breeder would be made easier with a womb suited for an orc, she's going to be a real treat whenever I get the chance to pummel her pussy again.

With all elves asleep except the tormented princess, I left their tent and placed a guard at their tent, all as my hefty pendulums, (now emptied) hung freely.

My mouth had become dry by all the fucking and as such I headed to one of our many barrels used for storing drinkable water.

It had been recently gathered from the stream not far from our tents, I could hear the running water from where I was standing.

A few orc women were still up comforted by the fire.

The group glanced at me as I drank from the barrel.

They had somewhat fond gazes as they looked over, I didn't know if it had anything to do with the hours long sex, possible that they felt left out on hearing all the carnal sounds.

I looked at them after having pulled my hair back, seeing that one of them was kneading her thighs in agony.

Though my nose was tempted by the heat and my mind willing, I didn't have it in me to compromise our journey just to please some desires of mine, or simply to pity fuck horny orcs.

They needed to be strong and able to move without restriction, as when pregnant weakness erodes even the sturdiest of orcs, and as the kicking and wriggling of the babe intensifies, all would be vulnerable and slowed to a waddle.

I sighed as I had a looked down at my own stomach, running a hand from left to right.

My center well defined as the abs are made visible even at night, like bumps hard as steel when flexed, but relaxed they feel tender and inviting to touch; my amazonian physique was the same all over as muscles were evident, I no less had a lean feminine visage.

"Would I be able to bear a child." I curiously murmured.

Having a gander at my ample hips, "It's quite possible-" A finger ran across my stomach reaching my groin, trailing around the base behind the heavy sack I found an insubstantial warmth as I ran the finger past the lips, they weren't really affected by the simple move as the labia had no intention to bloom, my virgin quim had a deeper scent but left much to imagination as it wasn't exactly on par with my other equipment.

My idea of recreating the world with my offspring is with others wombs, yet I wonder if I was to give birth, it is possible the child born would be greater than if I seeded another.

It's easy to speculate these things in the now, but I think for the clans best I might have to find out in the future if that's really a better option, to present the world with even greater orcs.

I took a deep breath and lead my hand up, with a curious mind I peered into the barrel and with the moonlight above I saw my reflection.

I hadn't til now seen myself properly since being summoned.

I could see a handsome face, it was largely human in shape, with succulent dark lips prominently displaying my light-hearted grin.

My eyes like faint torches, luminescent with a purple gleam, these would likely draw attention from those around me on their own if it weren't for my towering figure.

Hard to see why humans and elves, dwarfs and the rest hate us so much when we're all so similar in image, our heads are mostly the same be it for minor differences.

Even my ears are like that of elves, long and sharp, perhaps not as long but close enough-

Tired I pushed myself away from the barrel and took a short stroll leading to a fire, I looked fondly at the two and opened my mouth. "Tisha, Taer? How is the night treating you both." My mild spoken words brought me the sisters attention.

"Qira..." Tisha said jumping to greet me. "You're rather silent, even for someone as grand as you." Tish nodded softly before standing. "... To answer your question-" She smiled warmly. "We're doing fine out here, we should be safe for the rest of the night."

I smiled, confident in their ability to fend for themselves.

Before I had a chance to sit down I was asked. "Soooo... Qira! What made you come ere." The two siblings seemed eager to know my answer.

"I was wanting to ask if you wanted a task, if you're up for one."

Both nodded eagerly.

"See, we're going to pass through the cliffs tomorrow and I want you girls to find me the best passage through, one that is large enough for our wagon to easily get by-"

"We could probably do that?" Tisha let out.

"Yes, but I don't want you to just find me a path large enough, it needs to be risky.

Not as in dangerous where the cliffs might collapse on us, rather where an ambush seems more likely to take place."

The two were stumped on hearing my words. "Qira, um- Ehehe, why are you wanting us to find a path that'll most likely lead to death?"

"Because our little brethren might come greet us if we were to do so." Placing my butt down against the grass, some soft straws brushing against my sensitive sex.

I pressed my feet against the flames and reclined.

"I'm not sure if they'll be there, our goblin friends. All I hope is that they are holding out in the mountains and not too far beyond.

I want us to be spotted, goblins aren't know to be the strongest, if not at an advantage like during an ambush, so with a little luck and planning we might just find them."

"I hear ya, guess we're off guard duty tonight. Let's get ready to move out."

I smiled and looked at Tisha who was hungry to leave the camp.

"I need to find my knife, don't leave without me-" Taer exclaimed as she ran to her tent.

At that moment when it as just me and Tisha, she subtly exhaled. "Qira." Saying my name with a warm breathe voice.

I looked down at the female as she pressed her side against mine. "Have you already decided on your mate?"

I shrugged and peered into the flames, uncaring to her question. "What do you mean by mate."

Tisha swayed her hips along the grass, happy to explain. "You know, a mate! Every leader needs a single person as their main, to keep authority when you might be gone."

I chuckled and veered right. "Gone as in-"

"N- no you've mistaken... Not as in dead, I only meant if you were gone overseeing something important, off on a hunt or in war whilst the rest of the non fighters are making a life in the backlines, far away from all that... You will need to have a woman that takes charge and holds the clans together, with your blessings of course, that is your mate."

She wasn't wrong in her thinking, but it's too early for me to waste time figuring out a mate.

If I can't handle a measly dozen orcs and similarly a human and some elves, then what kind of leader am I? "I think it's too soon for me to choose."

She nodded and glanced at my chest whilst her hands took to run across my abs.

"You're quite cheeky, aren't you?" My own hand lead her closer to me as with a soft tug at her shoulder furthest from me she fell into my embrace, tracing my hand along her rigid back, moving from across her spine all the way down to her ass crack, giving her a feel as my hand slipped under her pants.

"You reek-" I said with a deep grin forming, my index finger finding itself next to a smoldering vacuum. "Phhu... Yeah, what of it!!" She let out a chuckle trying to hide her blush.

"I might've been a bit brazen to touch so suddenly... But I can't help myself when near our majestic leader." She teasingly winked at me.

The scent layered my fingertips as it had a potent feel, passion and orc musk mixed with a lot of female stink, I had a whiff and delighted I licked the odor, teasingly presenting the moistened index finger to her own partially opened lips, "Have a taste."

With little to no hesitation she suckled down merrily on the digit, her plush lips enveloping to the base as I could practically tickle the back of her throat.

Only stopping when I pulled my finger away, on her lips being freed she let out a soft pant, "I'll prove myself to you." Her words warm.

"Will you now." I answered coldly.

"I will! I definitely will-" Her confidence showed as her whole body sprang up off the ground, she heatedly stared at me with affection. "I will prove myself, so that one day I'll be part of those few candidates you'll consider to be your mates. . . !"

Love and lust, greed and companionship, power and politics.

It's all so very human in nature, isn't it?

But it is all a good reminder to me that I need to organize a strong council of sorts, and I need to acquire good members who'll help me along the way.

It's gladdening though to see that others like Tisha are thinking and speaking their minds.

Truly refreshing to see.

I peered over to my left as the two sisters moved past a threshold were light didn't reach, passing as darkness clouded the distant shadows, I wonder if they'll succeed?