Finally…A home

"You called, My Matriarch?"

Melinda knelt on one knee, her palm pressed over her heart in a display of unwavering loyalty. Her glistening skin shimmered under the torchlight—radiant, flushed, and very different from she had been the day before.

The Matriarch, seated on her bone-carved throne, arched a brow as her gaze slowly roamed over Melinda's renewed figure. She spoke with lazy curiosity.

"I did. So… how was that human breeder? What was her name again? Velli? Velir?"

Melinda's posture remained firm and respectful. "Virelle, My Matriarch. And she was… exceptional. Far beyond any breeder we've ever had."

The Matriarch's interest sharpened. "Really? Even more than the orc breeder?"

Melinda nodded solemnly. "Yes, My Matriarch. More than the orc, more than the elf, even more than the demon breeder. She kept me occupied the entire night… and even when I passed out, she kept going. She pounded me like a possessed beast."

The Matriarch's eyes widened. Her breath caught, her face flushing slightly. "And… how much did she release? Was it… small?"

Melinda shook her head, her voice steady despite the memory that made her thighs tighten. "No, My Matriarch. It was massive. I thought she'd empty herself in one go and collapse, but no—she was still full of vigor. Her… equipment is also… unusually large. Even bigger than my husband's—and he's considered the biggest in the surrounding orc villages."

A visible twitch crossed the Matriarch's brow.

"Melinda," she said coldly. "You know I detest comparisons involving male genitalia. Do not bring them up in my presence again."

Melinda flinched slightly and bowed her head. "Forgive me, My Matriarch. I was… overwhelmed."

The Matriarch exhaled and waved a hand, her expression softening. "I'll overlook it. This once. Because what you've brought to our village might be a blessing the other tribes can only dream of."

Then, her eyes grew serious. "Tell me… how potent was her seed? Did it affect your cultivation? Your bottleneck loosen?"

Melinda's expression shifted. She lifted her head, voice now firm with pride.

"It didn't just loosen the bottleneck, My Matriarch. I have already advanced to C-Rank. My strength and magical power—both surged. What I gained from her in one night… is more than what our usual breeders give in twenty days."

The Matriarch leaned back, stunned. "You've ranked up already?"

Melinda nodded. "Yes, My Matriarch."

Silence lingered. Then came the inevitable question.

"How long until you're pregnant?"

This time, Melinda hesitated.

"I… I'm unsure, My Matriarch. Her seed is potent in energy, but… it seems incapable of initiating pregnancy."

The Matriarch's eyes snapped open. "What? Why?"

Melinda shook her head. "I don't know. My body absorbed the power, but something in her essence may be too refined… It might be killing the reproductive potential before it can settle."

A long sigh escaped the Matriarch as she slumped against the bone armrest.

"Well... I suppose we can't have everything."

Then she straightened and added, "Regardless, you've done well. I'll reward you with an extra ration share… and permission to expand your party to ten."

A pleased smile tugged at Melinda's lips, though her posture remained respectful. "Thank you, My Matriarch. Your generosity humbles me."

"Good. You may leave. I have things to consider."

With grace, Melinda rose to her feet. "Understood. Please take care, My Matriarch."

She turned and walked toward the great doors—her hips swaying naturally, fuller and firmer than before. Her beast-hide skirt clung barely to her glistening curves, revealing the faint outline of her plump rear with every step.

The Matriarch's gaze followed, lips parting slightly as she licked them with a soft, audible swipe of her tongue.

Once Melinda vanished from sight, the Matriarch's seductive expression faded, replaced by a thoughtful frown.

She rested her cheek on one hand, fingers drumming lightly on the throne.

'That human breeder…'

"Let's see how many orc women she'll charm," she muttered, a wicked smile forming across her lips. "Eventually… I'll taste her for myself."

Her tongue ran along her lower lip again, as her mind played with the possibilities.

And the room once again fell silent.

While Melinda was summoned to meet the Matriarch for a private report, Virelle found herself guided through the village by a different companion—an orc woman she hadn't seen before.

The morning had started with her returning to peak condition after allocating her stats. Her body felt refreshed, humming with power. Her thing, however, pulsed with need again. The sight of Melinda's unconscious, thoroughly-used body had tempted her to continue—but her thoughts were cut short by a knock.

The inn's receptionist appeared, informing her that the Matriarch had called for Melinda. No time to play.

Virelle sighed and nudged the drained Melinda awake. After a quick rinse, the orc woman departed.

Not long after, a new orc woman arrived to fetch her—stern, silent, and radiating intensity. This one was different.

She had sharp, weathered features and a jagged scar trailing across one eye, a testament to brutal battles long past. Her presence wasn't just commanding—it was suffocating. Virelle's gaze briefly dipped down, curious despite herself.

Her own shaft stirred—completely undeterred by the woman's harsh demeanor.

'Ugh, control yourself.'

She wasn't just some beast ruled by lust. Even if this world made restraint feel like a challenge.

They walked in silence through the dirt paths until they reached a tall structure—unlike the crude bone or wooden buildings surrounding it. 

This one was entirely of packed earth and hay, sturdy but homely, reminiscent of the mud houses old Virelle had seen in her old human village.

The scarred woman halted.

"This will be your residence from now on," she said flatly, her voice deep and commanding. "Six rooms. Fully stocked. Adjusted for human needs."

Then she raised her voice sharply. "Cassy! Get out here."

And then—hurried footsteps echoed from within the house.

A woman stepped out.

She was… unlike any orc woman Virelle had seen so far.

Her skin was a pale ivory, not the usual verdant green. Her tusks were barely visible, almost vanished, giving her face a soft, human-like charm. 

Her figure was plump—curved like a mature mother—but carried the subtle strength of someone fit and active. Her hair wasn't bound in rough warrior braids like the others, but instead tied into a neat, silky bun that bounced as she moved.

She wore a long, flowing frock that looked far more human than orcish—loose but elegant, cinched at the waist to highlight her hourglass form. Her soft arms were exposed, her hands delicate, and her full breasts shifted subtly beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

She looked human—but her presence said otherwise.

Something in her aura carried quiet power. Not loud or violent like a soldier—but calm, ancient, and capable.

Panting slightly, she came to a stop and bowed slightly toward the scarred warrior.

"Captain Luna, everything is ready."

Captain Luna gave a curt nod, then turned her sharp gaze to Virelle.

"This will be your residence from now on," she said in her usual stern tone. "Six rooms. Furnished. Built to accommodate human needs."

Then she turned back toward the woman beside her. "This is Cassy. She'll serve you in all things."

Virelle's brow arched. "Serve me?"

Luna didn't blink. "Yes. Cooking. Cleaning. Personal care. Physical relief. She's not human—she's a half-orc hybrid. She's strong, willing, and fully trained to meet your needs."

She paused, her voice dropping just slightly. "Just remember to pay her each night."

Virelle hesitated. "I… don't have any money."

Luna's lips twisted slightly, almost in amusement.

"We're orcs. What use would we have for human currency?"

She stepped forward slightly, her eyes narrowing.

"The payment she expects isn't coin. It's your seed. She chose this post willingly—and not even elite warriors get the chance to serve a breeder. You should feel honored."

That caught Virelle off guard.

The concept of a woman serving her—fully, completely—was strange, even thrilling. Especially in a world like this, where power was held by women, where status was earned by strength and breeding capacity.

And yet… here was Cassy. Reserved, quiet, beautiful. And she had volunteered.

Virelle's gaze lingered on her—on the curve of her hips, the bounce of her chest, the softness of her features. But behind all that was a stillness that felt dangerous.

'Yeah… she's no weak housemaid,' Virelle thought. 'There's power in her. She's just not showing it.'

Her eyes shifted back to Luna.

Captain Luna.

The scarred orc was no simple escort either. That title meant something. That cold demeanor, the way she stood, the way others obeyed her—it was clear she was one of the top brass. And she had personally brought Virelle here.

'None of this is normal,' Virelle realized.

This wasn't just a warm welcome to a new house.

This was placement.

A test.

A reward.

And maybe… the start of something much bigger.

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