Revenge of Lashkhad (Original Fantasy)

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“When I came to liberate my people, I hadn’t realised it would come with such… rewards,” Graka’s new Husband said he looked down from the old Chief’s throne, gazing upon all of those who had once been a part of the old Chief’s harem. Many in the harem giggled as he said this, and Graka could already see some lustful looks being shared between the various ladies. Among them had been Elvish and Orcish women, a few Dwarven women from the nearby fortress, and even a human from the east, all conquered by the Chief in one way or another. Graka herself had been conquered when her Husband had challenged the strength of the Chief when he was a mere champion of the tribe and they had both ended up in the arena.

Much like how the old Chief had won her, his harem as well as everything of his had been won by the champion of the elves who lived in their city of Lashkhad just to the north east. Unlike before, however, her new master had released everyone who desired it, which meant every Dwarf, the one human, and nearly every elf had left the new chief’s harem. That is except for a few elves who obviously desired strong children like Graka and the rest of the Orcish women, or were pregnant themselves with the old Chief’s spawn.

For an Elf, Prince Patroklus was nothing like what the old story tellers told them of. At first, it was seen as a boon. The elves in these mountains were far better physically developed and closer to Orcs like her than the thin waifs that sometimes appeared in human and Gnoll slave markets around the mountains. Among the elven women, many of them even possessed breasts so large and so full of milk as to rival the cattle of the tribe, and unlike their cattle, the milk was sweet and delicious. Their men were far closer to Orcs as well, practically rivalling the strength of their warriors with their own. Of course, they’d seen nothing yet.

Prince Patroklus himself was a mountain of an elf, standing a full head and shoulders taller than the average elf, and was the tallest among the strange buff elves of Lashkhad. He and his warriors, supported by archers from the forest, had stormed in, charging the gate in a full suit of armour, a massive shield with the emblem of a bull’s head. With the blessings of the Lashkhadian Goddess, he annihilated the gate, and slaughtering all who stood before him. He’d charged straight at Graka’s Husband, challenging him to single combat. The old Chief’s head was soon split like a melon, and now Prince Patroklus was the new Chief of their tribe.

Graka herself giggled on his lap, facing towards him with another wife on his other leg. She leaned forward and pressed her breasts against the chest her new Husband, her own chest bare, clad in only a tiny loincloth, her various iron jewellery, and her collar as she grinded against their firm muscles of the new Chief.

“Why not Chieftain? You’ve defeated our clan, and shown that you alone are the strongest warrior of all the mountains, why not enjoy your rewards?” Graka asked as she reached down, running her fingers across her Husband’s length through his thick woollen robe of Yak fur. Rather than answer immediately, the Elven hunk merely smiled at Graka and reached forward over Graka’s shoulders, his massive hand cupping Graka’s ass, and his fingers slid under her until they rested on her slit then pushed in slightly. Graka gave a bit of a piggish squeal and her smile grew even more, excited that she might bare the first child of her new Husband’s brood.

“There is much to appreciate in your culture, Orc, why don’t you and your fellows show me some more of it?” the Prince asked, an eyebrow raising as he said this, his smile turning to a smirk as he pulled his robe to the side, showing off his growing member. Graka, her fellow wives, and even the few elves that had stayed all fixated on the Prince’s cock, growing thicker and larger the longer they stared. Unable to contain her excitement, Graka reached back towards it, beginning to stroke it as she caused the pillar to rise taller and taller as she played with it. Finally, it stood out tall and proud among his robes which with an opening of his legs, fell to the side as he was revealed in all his glory to his harem.

Desiring to share in his glory, and not to be left out in his seduction, the Orcish women along with the few elves crawled towards the prince, swaying their hips, letting their curly pig-like tails wag about as they crawled across the thick furs towards him. The harem women did their best to find their place between his legs, straining their necks, squeezing in, or in some cases, played dirty like teasing each other to distract from moving forward. Knowing from experience, the Orcish women’s tongues slide out and did their best to lick and suck at the prince’s cock, or failing that, lick at the thick and juicy looking globes that were the prince’s balls. The Prince groaned as he enjoyed the ministrations of his harem, and as he was being pleasured, he began to slide his fingers into Graka more. At the same time, he slid his arm around the other Orcish woman on his other leg, and from the squeal from her, was doing the same as he was with Graka.

Graka could feel the blush on her cheeks intensify as her Husband began to slide his thick fingers into her, feeling them pushing into her core as she grinded herself against him. The fingers in her began to quickly move around, testing her reactions as he assaulted various spots in her, until Graka let out another squeal of delight as she was played with. At her reaction, the finger stayed there a moment, letting her calm down, before it began to thrust into her with a vengeance. Graka subconsciously pulled her legs together as if to defend herself, yet it was useless as the Prince continued his merciless assault on her, Graka’s breath quickly picking up speed as she followed the fingers, trying to thrust back against them as they entered.

She felt like she was getting close when it all stopped. Patroklus pulled his thick digits out of her, causing her to whine at him, while at the same time Graka saw him push away those suckling at his dick. Graka started to reach down as she started to grind on her Husband’s leg again, when his hands reached for her, and grabbed her, lifting her up, and to Graka’s delight, positioned her over his cock. Graka couldn’t help but smile, her teeth bared in a joyous grin as he realised she was about to be bred, she was going to be the first to accept her new Chief’s strong seed.

Without fanfare, Patroklus sheathed himself into Graka, pulling her down in one smooth move that drew a long and loud squeal from the eastern Orc as she was absolutely filled by Elven dick. Graka for a moment saw nothing as her vision blurred and all she could focus on was the new Chief’s cock, filling her utterly, stretching her out. It was hard to even breath properly. Despite herself, she could only gasp as the pleasure, the pressure, the fullness, it was too great. With his great big hands, Patroklus began to move her about a bit, drawing out more, smaller squeals from her as he helped her get used to his girth. Her breathing didn’t change, it was hard for her to even try to calm herself, and she was sure it would be impossible to speak. She could only focus on one thing, the new Chief’s cock.

Then he started to move her, lifting her up a bit, and then pulling her back down, pleasure exploding through her like a battering ram smashing through a flimsy palisade gate. All too soon Graka could feel herself cumming on the Chief, her pussy clenching and massaging Patroklus’ cock with her hole, and through instinct she began to grind and try use her legs to try to lift herself up to ride the Elven prince, but they held no strength.

Thank the Holy Malamak for the Prince as rather than watch her feeble efforts, she was lifted once more and brought down again, and like a lightning striking the same tree twice, pleasure slammed through her again as her orgasm was prolonged. Her squeals finally petering out as she ran out of breath. Gasping for breath, and moaning when she could, the Prince continued to fuck Graka, lifting her up and down, thrusting into her mercilessly, overwhelming her with every stroke and practically using her like a toy. Graka’s head lolled back as her focus narrowed further and further. She wasn’t even sure what she was looking at any more, all that mattered was her Chief’s cock, the pleasure it was giving her, and providing the Chief’s meat with a warm hole to pour his seed into.

Then she felt it, the twitching of her master, of the Prince. The pace of the Prince’s thrusting into her increased, and soon enough she felt the balls that were slapping against her thick Orcish ass twitch as well as she came down once again, before he slammed her down on his dick, completely filling her womb. Then she felt cum beginning to fire into her, filling her up, splashing into her. It felt warm and wonderful, she was going to have mighty children, strong warriors, stronger than those of the previous chiefs, and she couldn’t be happier.

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Garka groaned as she got up, her gaze bleary as she woke up on the fur carpet. With two hands, she rubbed her eyes, and looked around. She was still in the Chief’s hut, and she looked over to the throne. All around it, were either sleeping or cum drunk women, watching the show of the new Chief fucking an Elf member of his harem, doing to her what he’d done to Garka, and every other member of his harem. The Elf screamed out in delight, and she fell against him, drunk on his cum as he slowly lifted her off of him, and two Orcish guards, came to pull her away from him before laying her gently on the fur carpeted ground. The Prince groaned in satisfaction as he leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face as he gazed out to the girls he’d just satisfied like he was some kind of sex god. Who knows, as far as Garka knew, maybe he was.

Unable to restrain herself, Garka did her best to wobble to her feet, but only succeeded in getting up to her hands and knees. Her legs must still be weak from the fucking she’d received. Even so, she began to crawl towards her lover just as some in the harem had done previously. Patroklus watched her as she came closer, his smile never turning condescending as she crawled to him on all fours. As she got close, he spread his legs, letting her gain access to him. She raised herself up to rest on his legs, and rubbed her face against his pillar.

It was semi hard, and just the look of it made her mouth water. Garka moved up and stuck her tongue out. She licked at the Prince’s dick, uncaring about the juices of the other women and began to take him into her mouth. She began to suck on his cock, and quickly found a pattern, sliding her tongue around to pleasure her Husband. As she did so, she felt his massive hands begin to pet her head, and as she blew him, she looked up to see him looking down at her with a smile.

“Good girl.”

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Hentai Elf Taylor and the Horny Warband. (Worm)
 
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 Taylor Hebert, the Warlord of Brockton Bay and now the Chief of the Bloody Blades orc tribe, gazed down from the balcony of the castle that had finally been seiged down. She gazed down at the village below, parts of it were still burning but she could see that already her soldiers were dealing with the various fires, either the clerics among her followers were putting out the fires or her people were escorting the civilians away from them.
 
 Taylor sensed through her bugs a last hold out of soldiers, swords clashing and bolts flying as they desperately tried to escape her followers. Taylor looked in the direction of the fighting, and leaned forward, then realised her mistake when her now rather large breasts got in the way.
 
 Grumbling Taylor adjusted her position and had them over the railing and supported properly while she just listened and watched. The breasts were still new to her despite the last couple of months she had to adjust to them, same with the ears too. They were long and sensitive by her side. Erotically so, it barely made any sense to her. Why would Elven ears being rubbed make her so horny?
 
 Taylor ignored her question in favour of observing the fight. Her familiar, an Owl, flew to the fight, and Taylor got ready to cast.
 
 The soldiers of the old foolish king she had toppled were fighting tooth and nail with her soldiers, Elves and Orcs alike. Damian, once a prominent jock from Winslow now an elven waif of a lad, danced gracefully forward, positioned his sword just right, and thrust between the gaps in the old king’s knight’s faceplate. Taylor grimaced at the death. It would have been fast and painless, but that didn’t mean she relished the idea that she was causing death. Damian’s partner, a massive orc from a band that she had convinced to join her forces, used a massive maul to smash a charging footman away from Damian. Gog-Balzagar was his name, she was pretty sure. Having enough of this Taylor decided she’d use some of the last of her magic for the day to put and end to this. Sure she would be leaving herself vulnerable, but then only as vulnerable as she was back in the Bay before she learned all this magic stuff.
 
 “Sleep” she cast under her breath, the spell transferring over to her familiar who sent it out to her targets. The foot soldiers who served the old king either fell unconscious or threw down their weapons and surrendered to her people. Taylor could already see her soldiers celebrating, those that weren’t helping take prisoners that was. Gog-Balzagar one arm hugged his favourite elf Damian close, the elf blushed at the manhandling, and blushed even harder as Gog-Balzagar reached with his other hand down.
 
 Orcs. They were horny little, no, big bastards. Most were at least brawny if not complete beef cakes. The beefcakes usually stood head and shoulders taller than the average human and were usually the leaders of the Orc tribes. In Orc culture it was might that made right, whether that be strength of arms, magic, charisma, etcetera.
 
 Taylor had learned that Orc culture among the local nomads was also highly meritocratic, allowing anyone to rise to the top. Even she, an elven teenager of all things, was allowed to take over the clan that had attacked their refugee camp.
 
 Taylor shook her head, ridding herself of the thought. She didn’t really know how they had even gotten there. One moment she was walking away from Arcadia with the students that assisted her, the next she found herself waking up in a forest, in a new body. This body being some pornographic version of her original body if she had a perfect hourglass figure and was an elf. All around her were similar stories for everyone else. Students were suddenly finding themselves in erotic elven bodies with no adult supervision.
 
 Taylor pushed herself away from the railing she was leaning on, in an attempt to banish the remembering of the orgy that had followed. She needed to stop being distracted, especially since someone was coming. She kept her back to the person as they approached her. A subtle show of her power.
 
 Then, as the arms of the large orc grabbed onto her arms, she realised her mistake, forgetting her personal bodyguard’s favourite way to transport her.
 
 “Come on Chieftess! Da stupid human kings waitin’ for ya in da dungeon!” The Orc announced. Before Taylor could protest, the orc lifted her up and rested her on his fat cock. As soon as the orc had grabbed her, Taylor had gotten wet for reasons both anticipatory, and biological.
 
 The elves that Taylor and her followers had found themselves in were not the Tolkien-esque elves, but rather some lewd deviant version. The elven bodies they now had loved to be fucked and were extra sensitive. Taylor knew as during a moment of weakness, she had fucked one of her fellow students. Despite being Brian’s size, she gained more pleasure from that one brief encounter than anything Brian had done to her.
 
 By now however, Taylor had grown to adapt to her body and craved the same carnal pleasures as it did. Including being made to ride the cock of an orc as he transported her to the dungeons where the king was held.
 
 Taylor’s eyes crossed as the orc slowly lowered her onto the orc’s dick. A small moan escaped Taylor’s lips the further down she went on his dick, her mind going blank for a moment as she dealt with being impaled on her favourite orc’s dick.
 
 The orc grabbed ahold of her ankles and pulled them to his side. Taylor reached up and wrapped her hands around the orc warlords neck. This provided Taylor just enough support that she would stay on the orcs mouthwatering dick while so bouncing up and down, giving pleasure to both Taylor and the orc.
 
 Without warning the orc turned around and started to jog towards the dungeon. Taylor was left wailing in ecstasy as the orc bounced the warlord of Brockton Bay on his shaft.