"Jake! What are you doing?" Grelda's scolding voice rang out into the night air. They were standing in a stream, under the stars. Grelda had waded out waist-deep, while Jake was still in the shallows, scooping water with his hands and scrubbing his lower body. Nearby, on a rock, his fur-lined horn helm sat in the same way he wore it - playfully askew.
"Washing, mother!" Jake called out. Though it had only been two months, already the change in his boyish physique was obvious - his new orcish mom was whipping him into shape. They spent each day riding, hunting, and roaming the vast wildlands and plains that stood between the human settlements and the distant mountains. And while his shoulders had not grown any more broad or his voice any more deep, his skin had a deeper tan, his tousled brown hair was longer and wilder, and his young body was thinner with more hints of precocious muscle definition.
Grelda's enormous green breasts were hanging nearly into the water as she waded in his direction. "Stop that right now!" she admonished. "A warrior chief doesn't wash himself - that's for males who don't have females to care for them. An orc warrior is washed first by his mother, and then, after he takes a mate, by his wife!" She stopped five feet away from Jake, unabashedly nude. Her body had several prominent scars, but it was hard to pay much attention when there was just so much boob on display. Jake was thus struck by a bout of chest-induced woolgathering, his light-colored eyes wide. Gosh, they were huge! Big, green, round, full… no doubt heavy enough to make a lesser female's back ache. But Grelda's powerful, athletic warrior body bore those big orc milkers with pride… never mind that each one was larger than Jake's head!
He was only returned to reality when Grelda looked down at the stream and bellowed: "Aha! I got you!" before diving down. Jake cringed away in surprise, and the water foamed for a moment in the gentle current before she emerged with a large trout in her hands. "This one thought he could linger down there by the stones!" Grelda said, proudly, and she shook a haze of water from her long, black warmistress braid. Her green skin glistened with droplets and her boobs bounced enticingly.
Jake was impressed. The trout was enormous - probably enough to feed both of them for the night. "Mother, can you teach me to do that?"
Grelda snorted in amusement. "In good time. For now, you don't even know our cleaning rituals!" She walked to the shallows and took Jake by the shoulder. He was also nude, for they had both doffed their furs, armor and helmets by the riverbed, and left their boars to snuffle and dig in the mud for crabs and shrimp. Grelda's battle-boar, Smash, was just as scarred and brash as she was. Jake, who was too small to tame such a beast, had been given his own young, small boar and permission to choose any name he liked. He had chosen "Bacon", much to his adoptive orc mother's annoyance.
Jake's penis was hanging down as they walked, banging against his young thighs, though by necessity the boy had lost almost all his modest with regards to this prominent feature. They stopped at the shore and Grelda knelt next to him, took his cock and gave it a shake. It was a foot long, even totally soft, and as boyishly, aesthetically smooth and supple as the rest of him.
"An orc warrior never washes his cock," Grelda instructed, gazing upon his device with motherly pride. "You must remember! Let the sweat of battle gathering on your balls, and the remnants of your breeding linger! And soon, you'll have a mighty stink!" She took his shaft, raised it to her nose, and inhaled against his skin.
Jake bit his lower lip as his penis was handled. "I… I don't want to have a mighty stink!" he objected. "I don't think humans-"
"Don't be foolish," Grelda shot back. "How else will you find a good wife, and concubines, without the scent of a warrior!" She, too, seemed a bit aroused in the moment, peeling back Jake's foreskin. "Nnngh! See? Your huge, smelly young cock has made my breeding parts quiver!" She extended her powerful tongue and dug it deep into Jake's foreskin, sandwiching it against his glans, licking around in a circle. Jake found his cock hardening quickly with the sensation, and instinctively, his hands went to rest against his mother's head.
"Ah!" Jake gasped, standing cutely on his tiptoes in the shallows, his naked butt pert in the warm breeze. "Mother! If you keep doing that-"
Pop! Grelda drew back from Jake's glans and licked around her lips. "The taste is good - and the scent too," she assessed, rolling her eyes up and back like a diner sampling a meal. "It will get stronger as you grow into a man!" She craned her neck back down and opened her jaw wide, taking his knob into her mouth and accepting his entire length down her throat, hugging him close while his buttocks rested on her forearm. Jake blew out another wheezing breath. If he knew one thing, it was that his adoptive mother loved sucking on his big, young penis. She took to the task with the same care and affection that a human mom might harness while dressing her son for school or nursing a scraped knee. Of course, as an orphan, Jake had never had a human mother - and he quite doubted that any of them would go this far.
He felt Grelda's wide, flat, almost feline nose press against his bare pubis, and took a tighter grip on her head as he thrust his hips. Her tongue was slurping up and down the furrow in his balls while her gullet wetly and loudly took his whole length; no mean feat for something that measured from her fingertips to her elbow - especially while holding a struggling trout. Jake could feel the fish wiggling against the back of his thighs.
He remembered what his mother always told him - a true warchief must act forcefully while mating - and summoned all the authority his slender body could muster, gripping Grelda's head and banging his cock down her throat such that the turgid length was drawing choking, glottal noises that were exceedingly lewd. He felt her spit pouring down his balls and knew he was doing a pretty good job… but there was something missing. He would face punishment, no doubt, if he didn't properly practice his breeding cries!
Jake scanned his mind to remember the verbiage his adopted orcmom had suggested previously and settled on something. "Swallow my semen, broodmare!" he cried, drawing louder and louder glurks from Grelda's throat. The orc female was no doubt loving his assertiveness, as he detected her wrist nuzzling harder against his bottom… not to mention the increasingly frantic flapping of fish fins! Jake drew in a deep breath. " I will… conquer your throat with the warlords of old! " he bellowed.
His buttocks tensed, and Grelda held him tight, allowing no separation between his pubis and her upper lip. His smooth, heavy balls churned and twitched with virility as the wet and thick sounds of his ejaculation filled the air. Spluuurg. Spluuurt. Slrrrrg . His mother's sucking, insistent throat wouldn't allow any other outcome than the completely emptying of his nuts, directly into her belly! She swallowed eagerly and exhaled hot breath from her nostrils, bathing his cock, taking everything he had to give.
Jake's eyes were half-lidded with pleasure, and his knees wobbling, when he spotted a sliver of movement off in the distance, beyond one of the bluffs that overlooked their watering hole. It took him only a second to realize that the boars, Smash and Bacon, had grown restless. Their animal instincts had detected someone approaching, adding further proof of an encroaching visitor.
"Mother!" he hissed. "Someone is up on the hill, near those trees!"
Schlooorp. Grelda tore her throat from his softening cock and rose to a fighting stance, hiding him behind her hip. She threw the fish toward their makeshift camp. "Be silent," she growled, scanning the horizon. Her eyes darted over to the rough circle of stones where they had laid their armor and equipment. It was only a short run. "Be ready," she instructed. "And follow behind me! If it's to be a battle, we'll die with honor!"
"Die?" Jake whined. "But-"
"Jake! You are a warchief-in-training! Remember the honor of your clan!"
Jake swallowed and drew himself up to his full height. As un-chieflike as he felt in the nude and with his cock flopping between his legs, he tried to recall her lessons. "We shall carve the memory of our deeds onto their flesh," he growled. With the high timbre of his boyish voice, it wasn't exactly intimidating, but Grelda's look of approval and matronly love was enough to steel his nerves.
"Good. Now, come!"
They dashed through the water, then the mud, then the reeds. They made their way to their swords and hastily donned their leathers and armor, with Jake all the while looking around, expecting a volley of arrows to overtake them at any second, bringing an anti-climactic end to his strange orcish adventure. However, by the time he'd pulled on his boar-skin loinpiece and fur-lined boots, he was still alive.
"Come out!" Grelda called. "Reveal yourself, and discover true terror at the axeblades of Grelda, Widowmaker… and Jakash Smallslayer!"
"Since when is that my name?" Jake whined, and picked up his club. It was a thin and narrow length of petrified wood with a wickedly sharp sabretooth in the tip, perfect for puncturing leather armor… and flesh, if it came to it. He ran to his mother's side, putting his helmet on with his last few steps, and together, they scanned the edge of the woods. "You said I could keep my name!"
"Hush!" Grelda grunted. "I see someone emerging!"
They watched as the bushes near the hilltop rustled. Jake expected to see a column of armored human mercenaries, sent by traders to reclaim the bandit-thieved cargo of his former orphanage master. He himself, as an indentured orphan child, had been nothing but a commodity. But instead, there was only the flash of thin hooves and antlers. It was no army, but wild game.
He let himself relax for a moment. And that's when he felt the warm, insistent hands grabbing his leathery-wrapped balls! "Ah!" Jake cried, eyes going wide. The hand was totally kneading his nuts through his leather undies - feeling their weight, judging their size! He looked around himself. Something was crouching behind him - and it had come out of absolutely nowhere!
"Let him go!" Grelda cried, and raised her battle axe. She could not strike - not without the risk of accidentally cleaving him in two. Jake knew she could do it. A week earlier, he'd seen his 'mother' give a mighty roar and cleave a fair-sized tree in half, for the crime of giving shelter to several delicious-looking squirrels. He felt fear of this mortal danger, but also excitement, the rush of battle. Perhaps his orc mom was rubbing off on him after all.
"You've gotten slow, big sister," came the voice of his surprise visitor. It was a female voice, higher than Grelda's but still unmistakably wild and gravelly. Another orc? Big sister? His nuts were squeezed again.
"Zelda!" Grelda barked, and she lowered her axe. "Let Jake go! He is my son , and not yours to toy with!"
And just like that, the pressure on Jake's balls was gone, and the shadow behind him retreated. He turned and saw the person who had grabbed him. A female orc, shorter than Grelda and thinner. She was wrapped head-to-toe in tight, dark leathers that followed the contours of her body almost exactly. At her hips were two wicked-looking bone daggers, and she wore a hooded scarf, with trails of bright crimson hair trailing out on each side of her neck. A hunting bow was strapped to her back. Her eyes were brilliant blue. Jake was taken aback - he had thought all orcs were powerful brutes. But this female seemed to have the grace of a dancer.
The new arrival looked down at him with a knowing smile. "You've captured yourself quite a prize," she said. "He has the balls of a warchief."
Grelda beamed with pride and crossed her arms over her bulging boobs, which, as usual, were on the verge of bursting out of her corset-like breastplate. "Of course! That is why I've taken him as my own son!"
"You sent word to meet at the river delta, so many days hence. But I tracked you for fun." Zelda licked her lips. "So much manseed splashed in the dirt and weeds where you lay your head." She gave Jake a knowing look and he blushed even deeper. It was true that he had been jerking his penis to orgasm during the evenings when they settled down to bed. But only because his mother had instructed him to do so. "My compliments, boy. I have never seen such thick semen."
Jake put a hand on the back of his neck and smiled. "Uh… thanks!" he managed.
"So you found us three days early," Grelda said, crossly. "But what of Urda?"
"She's coming. She's slow as ever. She found stray livestock."
Jake watched the conversation unfold between the two orc sisters. "Urda is your other sister, right?" he ventured, and Grelda nodded.
"Yes. I am between Urda and Zelda in age. Zelda has taken no mate, she is a tracker, living outside the great camps. Urda…"
"Urda is… different," Zelda chuckled, interrupting. "She will be along shortly." Zelda looked around, and then gestured toward the circle of stones near the river. "In the meantime, let us make camp."
And so they did. Jake couldn't help but be curious about the interaction between the orc sisters, and watched them closely as Grelda built a fire and Zelda laid snares around the perimeter. They sat on rocks around the fire, Grelda scaled the trout and spitted the fish for cooking. Even after an hour of preparation, there was no sign of Urda, the third sister.
Mid-meal, the sisters began to converse. "I was in Kaal Obash when I received your message," Zelda said, perched on her rock. She was in such fine shape that her muscles could be seen through the tight leather bodysuit she wore. Her boobs were perfectly round spheres that seemed to defy gravity, the same with her buttocks. Once her hood was removed, Jake saw that she had a large mane of red hair, styled like a show-horse's crest.
"What of it?" Grelda was as gruff and to-the-point as ever.
"I heard other things there, too. Tul's kin have sworn revenge." Zelda's voice was flat. "His body was found, hewn by an axe - they seem to think that no human caravan could inflict such a vicious wound."
Grelda took a large bit of trout and was silent. Jake blinked and looked back and forth between them, his mouth filled with his own trout. "Wait - who is Tul?" he asked Zelda.
"The slain member of an orc warband. He was with Grelda when you were found." Zelda gave a knowing smile that showed off one of her fangs. "They had an 'argument' about you."
Jake chewed thoughtfully, remembering, hearing his new mother's booming orcish voice from his place, hidden amidst the wreckage of a toppled supply wagon:
Don't you dare! This one has done nothing!
Then, another voice, male and taunting:
Perhaps since the loss of your son, you have weakened.
And Grelda's final reply:
I'll show *you* "weakened"!
"Oh," Jake said. Revenge and blood feuds were things that every human had heard about - a huge part of orc culture. Now, he supposed, he was stuck right in the middle of one! And, as a supposed 'warchief in training' would he be expected to fight on the side of his mother and her kin? The thought made his stomach fill with butterflies. His voice came out in a peep: "Uh-oh!"
Grelda looked at him sharply. "Jake! You know better than to show any fear! This is not a danger, but a great challenge for a mighty warchief!" Even when she scolded him, her face was filled with a protective matronly quality that made Jake feel safe. "You will crush your enemies and make concubines of their females! Gu-raaaaaaaaaaah!"
Grelda raised a fist as she yelled. Jake blinked and then rushed to action, raising his own small and slender arm, uttering a battle-cry: "Raaaaaaaaaaaah!" He thought he did a pretty good job of it, not bothering to remove the food from his mouth before bellowing, in the traditional orcish way. And his cry did indeed echo in the hills until his voice stopped with sudden 'ach!'
There was a piece of trout caught in his throat. Jake flailed his arms and turned blue, falling backwards off of his rock into the grass, clutching at his windpipe. The choking quickly became only one of his problems, the back of his head rapped forcefully on an exposed stone, shutting off his consciousness entirely.
"Oh, Jake!" Grelda scolded, and both her and his 'aunt' rose from their places. They came to him, and Zelda, a survivalist of renown, pressed her lips against his and intimately sucked the stuck fish from his throat and into her mouth. He was not conscious for this life-saving effort, nor to see the unmistakable look of care and relief on Grelda's face.
For a moment, she'd thought he was in danger. And she didn't like that at all.
Licking. Tickling. Wet tongues. The sound of skin scraping softly on skin. Jake became aware of these things as he came back to his senses and his long-lashed eyes flicked open. He had been laid near the fire on a blanket of furs, totally naked. Grelda and Zelda were laying on either side of him, bracketing his small body with their large ones. They were also both totally naked, with every rippling muscle cast into stark relief by the firelight.
They had their heads laid against his narrow chest. Grelda was sucking and licking around his left nipple, closest to the fire. Zelda was licking and sucking around his right. Jake winced and bit his lower lip cutely as his skin tingled beneath their swirling tongues. "Don't move, Jake," Grelda said, softly. "You are injured. As females of your clan, we must tend to you." And then Jake felt something else - a gripping hand around the base of his penis… and another atop it!
They were giving his flopping, flaccid penis a milking double handjob while submissively licking his nipples! "Ah! Mother!" he blurted.
"Be silent," Zelda said, and when she pulled her mouth away to speak, saliva glistened in the firelight. "This is a cleansing ritual of old. It will keep you safe from further harm." Then, her voice went from grave to giggly. "And your human skin is so soft!" She turned to licking tracing circles around his nipple, then pursing her lips and sucking it, always maintaining eye contact that was dazzling in its blueness - Jake hadn't expected orcs could have such blue eyes, as humans did.
"Nnngh…" Jake moaned. Their two hands were quickly stroking him to half-hardness; the pain in the back of his head was nothing compared to the pleasure the two adult orc women were giving his young body! He could see right down the barrel between their two licking faces - his cock rising like a cobra, pearls of pre-cum already forming in his big pisshole as they held his shaft upright and jerked it up and down, up and down, all while worshipfully tending to his chest!
They moved up his pectorals, the muscles still thin and only showing the beginnings of definition under Grelda's recent training, licking the flats of their tongues over his body, before raising his arms over his head. Jake's toes curled as his 'mother', Grelda, began to lick his underarm on her side, and Zelda mirrored the action.
"Ah! He's so delicious!" Zelda gasped. "If all our men were so tasty, I would have taken a mate years ago!"
"It's a mother's duty!" Grelda moaned. "Once you become a powerful warchief, Jake, you will have concubines to do this, any time you like!" They were both rubbing their pelvises and pussies against his legs. He was short compared to them, so he felt it mostly around his calf muscle and ankle - but there was no mistaking the heat! Jake bit his bottom lip even more and made a whimpering noise - only with this utterance did Grelda raise her head from licking wetly at the cupola of his armpit.
"Jake!" she admonished, her voice full of motherly disapproval. "A warchief would not make such a cowardly noise!" And Jake, in spite of everything, felt the same emotions he imagined he might have felt for his biological mother, had he not been orphaned.
"R-right!" he gasped. "Um…" He searched his tongue-tempted brain for the appropriate words. "C-clean my body… you… sows!" he cried, extending his arms jauntily over his head rather than leaving them limp. "And, uh- later! You will both give birth to many strong sons for me!"
His orc mom and aunt immediately responded with low purring noises. "Mmm… not bad!" Zelda said, and she sounded amused as well as aroused. "His voice is like a cute piglet, but he speaks with the authority of a warmaster!"
They began to suck and sniff, reveling in his soft, smooth, hairless underarms, soaking him with spit, then licking up his arms and sucking his fingers lewdly. Jake had a momentary image of Zelda simply biting his fingers off and munching on them - this was another story he had heard at the orphanage about orcs - but Grelda's presence made him decently sure that he would not be devoured.
The twin tongues traveled back down, trailing past his chest and to his midsection, where the two orc sisters pressed their cheeks together as they orally worshiped his smooth abdominals, kissing his navel, rubbing tongues around his hip bones and the furrow of his iliac, and then down to his pubis where the thick root of his cock was jutting straight upward. They had no ceased their milking, jerking dual-handjob for even a moment, and their gripping fingers were now covered in a syrupy trickle of his pre-seed.
"The future of the clan is most important to protect and preserve," Grelda lectured. "Remember, Jake!" They pushed their powerful arms under his legs and tilted him back, suspending his hindquarters in midair, balancing him on his neck. His cock, formerly an upward pole, now slapped down against his belly and pointed directly at his wide-eyed face.
"Ah!" Jake cried. He struggled to contain any further un-chief-like wails as Grelda and Zelda started to grope and knead his big, smooth balls.
"Such a huge sack!" Zelda purred. "I knew it from the moment I grabbed you, Jake. This is a true breeder's nut. I can feel it pulsing and producing more thick seed even as I squeeze it!" She looked utterly rapt at his size, and gave his testicle a worshipful kiss, careful to avoid fang-scraping his scrotum. Jake wheezed. There was a sound from his balls - sllrrrrg - as fresh curds of virile sperm were produced, exactly as Zelda had marveled. "Are all human boys this big? I'll have to start looking for an orphan caravan myself!"
Grelda slapped at Zelda's hand. "Zelda!" she barked. "Stop saying dishonorable things!" She almost looked guilty as her eyes dropped. "Jake's prowess is… a fortunate blessing from the war gods! He is one of a kind!" And she, too, leaned in and reverently kissed his balls.
"Mother… I'm… kinda getting… dizzy!" Jake gasped, looking up helplessly at the two muscled warmaidens. However, his objections fell on deaf ears, for they were far too preoccupied with sealing their lips against his ballsack and starting to suck!
Slurrrrp, sloooorp, slrrrrrk! Their sucking and hollow-cheeked ball slurping was wet and loud, almost as if they wanted Jake to hear their lack of restraint. They pursed their lips and applied so much suction that his nuts went in opposite directions, stretching his sack wide, and then released them with a fat oral pop that splattered saliva among their faces. Jake's balls were each easily the size of a man's fist, but that didn't stop the two voracious females from opening wide and swallowing a nut into each of their mouths.
Jake couldn't help but cry out again. They had such physicality - Grelda equal parts buxom and brutish, Zelda carved from svelte muscle except for the twin spheres of her breasts and buttocks - that he felt utterly orc-handled! He was a healthy young boy, but these two voracious females were propping him up in a vulnerable position… to feast on his balls! Droplets of pre-cum were already dripping from the tip of his throbbing cock and sliding down his chest!
Orc women are really crazy , he thought, dimly. They maintained smoldering eye contact with him while they hollowed their cheeks out and stretched his scrotal skin taut, rubbing their tongues around the testicles stuffed in their mouths. Occasionally, one would take a moment to speak or breath, letting the scrotum-wrapped orb fall with a wet spray of spittle, while the other continued sucking.
"With big cum tanks like these… you'll be able to breed every female in the camp!" Zelda gasped. "I'm sure your mother has told you - it's very important to show all the other males that you're in charge!"
She returned to ball-sucking and Grelda spoke, fat strands of saliva connecting her lips to Jake's well-sucked, hairless, smooth nut. "Yes, Jake! A true warchief dominates his enemies on the battlefield… and in the breeding chamber!" She pulled back slightly and gazed at Jake's balls with an almost comical motherly affection, suddenly lost in thought. In her mind, a strange battle was playing out - her adopted son's big, fat, virile, white-armored sperm warriors (who in her mind looked like gooey alabaster orcs) were overwhelming and destroying the inferior forces of other males.
Jake looked at her and raised an eyebrow as Grelda knelt and was motionless for several seconds. "Mother, what are you imagining?" he grunted, gritting his teeth as Zelda's continued to suck his right nut and stroke his penis. His question seemed to jolt Grelda back to reality, and she did something he hadn't seen her do often - she blushed.
"Oh! It is nothing," she said, waving a hand at him. "Now, we must complete the cleansing ritual!" And together, mother and aunt used their combined muscle to effortlessly pull him even further into a bottom-up position. He was not balanced almost directly on his neck and shoulders, with his long penis pointed down at his face, his boyish, supple body completely exposed… especially his pert asscheeks and pink anus!
Jake cried out as he felt hot breath painting his buttocks and inner thighs… and wafting directly over his butthole! "W-wait!" he peeped. "You don't have to do this again, mother - I just washed in the stream!"
"And I told you not to!" she scolded back. "But it does not matter. To make sure of swift healing for your head wound, the inside of the body must be blessed as well as the outside!"
Jake's eyes went wide. Inside? How far inside!? And as he looked up with precocious, tousle-haired apprehension, Zelda opened her mouth and let her tongue go as far down over her lower lip and teeth as she could. It was so long, it almost reached past her chin! She licked up the side of his slender thigh, seeming to enjoy the taste of human boy in a way most sexually carnivorous, and then Jake felt the tickle of her tongue-tip against his pink, soft anus.
For lack of a better objection, he addressed his mother. "How is this supposed to make me a better warchief?" Then, his toes curled at the end of feet that were splayed on either side of his shoulders as he felt Zelda's lips seal over his asshole and her warm, agile tongue start scraping inside.
"Mmm!" she moaned. Her cheeks hollowed out and her eyes became unfocused in an utterly disgraceful expression of oral service! "Mmmmnngh!" Grelda placed a hand on the back of Zelda's neck and held her in place, making sure her face was completely flush with Jake's young, human asshole.
"A warchief must learn a concubine's touch!" Grelda insisted. "Now, imagine Zelda is the widow of one of your slain enemies!" She flexed her wrist and pressed Zelda's face in closer. Her tongue slurped and scraped lewdly at Jake's asshole, occasionally she would make a popping suction noise, planting a big wet kiss on his smooth, pink hole before taking a breath and returning.
"Huh? Nnngh! But… I don't want to enslave widows!" Jake wailed. He could barely think with Zelda's hot, long, wet tongue doing its work.
"It is our way," his mother insisted, waving a hand. "Look at how big and hard your cock has grown! You may have been born in a human city… but you have the instincts of a true conqueror!" She reached out to grab Jake's now completely hard cock, unable to get her hand around the full girth. Grelda swooned with a combination of lust and motherly pride as Zelda dug her tongue deep and a honeyed, thick sluice of pre-seed slid from Jake's fat pisshole and all over his chest.
She could no longer resist. A shadow fell over Jake as his adoptive orcmom's thick, powerful, bubbly ass loomed, straddling his face. Her wet pussy with its prominent labia, her asshole, and the huge, curvy moons of her buttocks were all lit in exquisite detail by the firelight. So round… so powerful… so green! There was a soft whump sound as Grelda dropped her booty down and wiggled right up against his head.
The heat coming off of her pussy reminded Jake of standing next to an open kiln! Jake reached up and gripped Grelda's powerful, thick ass mounds. She was twice his size, there was no way he could move her. The thick scent of sex was making him dizzy, and abetted by feeling of Zelda's tongue in his ass, was quickly driving him over the edge. When Grelda lifted his shaft and swallowed his long, smooth penis to the hilt, Jake let out a moan and all of his muscles tensed.
I'm gonna die , he thought. Orc moms and aunts like dicks way too much!
Zelda was slurping his ass. Maybe she had never taken a mate, but she was treating his anus as if she loved it deeply, indulging a deep love of fresh, smooth, cute human boys! Grelda was gagging on his dick - Jake had seen her eat an entire leg of roast boar in less than ten seconds, she was throating his dick with the same sort of hunger for meat! He could feel his cocktip pressing all the way down to her stomach. She began to bob her head on it. Zelda dug her tongue as deep as she could and kneaded his cheeks, spraying hot breath all over them. Saliva ran in tributaries, down his thin midsection, down his back. His legs continued to flail in the air. And he could barely get a breath while being held basically upside down. In fact, he didn't have to balance on his shoulders at all anymore - the two voracious orc women were simply holding him between their muscled bodies!
"Mmm… your son's ass tastes amazing!" Zelda purred, pulling away and planting a wet kiss on one of Jake's supple young cheeks. "Cute human boys are the best, with their soft pink skins!"
Gluuuuark! Grelda pulled her mouth off of Jake's cock and admonished her sister with a furrowed brow. "Stay your tongue! Jake is going to be raised as an orc boy should! Don't call him soft!"
"But he is !" Zelda insisted, and she cupped her hands around Jake's pliable, pubescent boy-booty. "Come, sister! Doesn't it just make you want to bury your tongue inside?"
"Only because of his mighty breeding power!"
"You don't have to argu-nnnngh!" Jake gasped, getting cut off as they both extended their tongues and, cheeks against his inner thighs, tangled them together, plunging two spit-soaked oral muscles into his well-sucked anus. Jake spasmed and a lance of pre-cum splattered downward, spritzing his face. His orc mom and aunt were teaming up to lick his ass, and even entwined their hands to give him a double-grip, milking handjob!
"Look!" Zelda gasped. "He's just about ready to spill his boyseed!"
"We must not let it go to waste!" And again they moved in unison, letting him settle back down to the fur blanket at last, with his unbelievably hard, spit-soaked cock jutting straight up in a smooth, throbbing pillar. It was as big as it had ever been, thanks to all of their foreplay.
"Look at the way he bites his bottom lip - it's adorable!" Zelda cooed, and Grelda struck a grumpy blow. Each was still holding and stroking his cock with the hand nearest the other, forming a bridge over his body.
"Jake isn't adorable - he is in training to be a powerful warrior!" Grelda snarled.
"Who are you trying to fool? With that feathery hair and those little hands and feet! He's cute as a baby wolf pup!"
"Take that back!" Grelda roared. "That's my son you're talking about, sister!"
"Make me!" Zelda retorted, and amazingly, even as they snarled at each other, the two orc women hadn't ceased their handjob. In fact, their verbal tug of war had only increased the ferocity of their strokes.
"If you keep… doing that… I'm gonna… gonna…" Jake whimpered. His cock was on the verge of exploding! He could envision what it would look like, if they kept jerking - a geyser shooting straight up into the air, showing cum down on all of them. However, this impending orgasm was enough to secure their attention.
"Now," Grelda said to her sister, "you must help Jake learn how to treat his many war-prizes and concubines!"
Zelda rolled her eyes. "Oh, sister - why don't you just admit-"
She never got to finish her statement, as Grelda grabbed her by her crimson mane of wild hunter hair and shoved her face down onto Jake's cock, which cored deep into her throat in one stretching, tunneling thrust. Twin jets of throat-slime and pre-cum burst out of Zelda's nose as she struggled against her sister's mighty arm, but Grelda was having none of it. The older sister wasn't as fast or as agile, but she made up for it in strength.
"Choke on my son's big cock!" she ordered, and started to drag Zelda's head up and down Jake's length. "Just because you've fallen in love with humans after wandering far and wide in this realm, doesn't mean he's not as strong and powerful as any orc boy! Let this be a reminder of his strength!"
Grelda forced her thinner and smaller sister into a back-arched, all-fours position between Jake's knees, driving her throat down on the spike of his cock time and time again. Each time she did, Zelda made a gasping and gagging sound as her throat was clogged by dick and then cleared again, over and over, her mouth dragged from stretching at his base to slurping at his tip. The sounds of sordid dick-choking filled the night air, and Jake saw a moon had risen in the sky, framed beside his mother's approving snarl.
Gluuuuuuuark! Glurrk! Huuuuarrrrrrrk! Zelda's eyes rolled back as her throat was throttled by Jake's cock, much to Grelda's delight. "That's it! You only call him 'cute' because you haven't felt the power of his mighty gut-puncher! Well, what do you say now, sister? Your throat is bulging out like an alpha warg's cock knot! I can hear your jaw creaking! You've spent so long in the border woods that you've forgotten our ways! Graaaahhh!"
And with one mighty roar, Grelda shoved her sister's face down on Jake's cock as hard as she could, forcing her to take the enormous prong to the limit, until his fat balls her touching her chin and twin jets of throat-slime and pre-seed blew out of her feline, orcish nostrils. Jake, who had been writhing and clenching his fists to try to hold on as long as he could (lest he earn his mother's rebuke for an un-orclike early release), could resist no longer. Zelda's throat was just too tight - and seeing his massive-assed, heavy-juggs orc 'mother' force his bubble-butt, balloon-tit orc 'aunt' to act as his dick sleeve… it was too much!
"Gonna...c-cum!" he sputtered, and through one squinting eye he saw Grelda's look of disapproval. She had told him many times that an orc warrior's ejaculation cry should be as forceful as his call to war. As he felt the sperm bubbling up from his balls, he inhaled and tried again.
"Receive my descendants into your throat-womb, concubine whooooore!" Jake growled, and he reached up with his hands into Zelda's hair and gripped her leather-wrapped braids tightly, touching his mother as he did so. Grelda beamed with pride as Jake clenched his buttocks and thrust his hips up, and let loose the tide of his orgasm.
Immediately, the enormous eruption of sperm was audible from inside Zelda's muscled, slender stomach - her very skin was fluttering with the passage of fat, chunky jizz ropes that pumped her belly to the brim! The sound of spurting sperm - spluuuurrrrgh, splrrrrrrt! - told the tale of just how thoroughly her throat was being bred. One spurt was so long and loud that it seemed Jake must have filled her guts in one unbroken, sperm-packed rope of jelly-thick jizz. And once there was no more room, twin jets of seed immediately burst from her nose, connecting in gooey streamers to his bare abdomen. Zelda's eyes rolled completely back to the whites, and Grelda took notice of her sister's quivering hips.
"Ha! Now you see - the breeding power of my amazing son!" she bragged. "You're having an orgasm just from this throat-conquering! We'll make a broodmare out of you yet, sister!" She turned back to Jake and gave him an approving nod. "You've done very well, Jake."
In spite of the ridiculous circumstances, Jake felt touched by his mother's genuine admiration. He smiled back at her, hissing out his breaths as he uncorked the dregs of his sperm into Zelda's throat, before they both released their hold on her hair together, leaving the more slender orc female to groan and keep over sideways next to the fire, clutching her inflated belly with two hands.
He was finally able to relax as Grelda knelt by his side and tousled his hair. "This is only part of what you must learn, if you are to be warchief," she said, her low-register voice managing to be soft. It was a tone she only took with him. She was still naked, of course, and as she shifted to linger cross-legged next to him, he saw her looming breasts and reached up to take a grab at the buoyant, heavy flesh.
"Oh, very well," Grelda said, and effortlessly hoisted him up onto her lap, laying him across her highs, letting him suck and grope her breasts as he liked. "I suppose you've earned it." This was a reward he was often given after successful hunts or training exercises. Grelda's boobs were exceedingly large and very warm; her entire body had a matronly heat mixed with a warrior hardness. Jake found both things to be comforting.
Zelda gave a gurgling moan from her place nearby. "Nnngh… that boy… completely filled my stomach!" She cooed with arousal. "What a huge sperm load in those boar balls! It's like he wanted to use my throat to sire his offspring!" She turned to look at the two of them propping her head up on one palm and letting her lewd cum-belly brush against the fur blankets. "I bet his sons will have huge cocks too!"
"I knew you'd come to realize," Grelda said, triumphantly, giving Jake's nuts a gentle squeeze. "Jake has the stamina and virility of a warlord!"
Jake listened to their banter as he lay, exhausted, in Grelda's lap. He appreciated her attention and protection, to be sure. He had been an orphan, after all. And he was learning all he could about orc culture as the weeks went by. But even so, it was hard to imagine himself as a warchief. After all, he had heard stories of the martial prowess and size of male orcs - they were huge! He was just a human boy, standing less than five feet tall and weighing perhaps eighty pounds!
"Do you really think I'll be a warchief, mother?" he asked. Wanting to be reassured… or maybe to give her a chance to say 'you can be whatever you like'.
"Yes, it is your destiny!" Grelda answered, and Jake gave her a smile. But then another voice was heard. A third voice, coming from behind, several feet away from the campfire. A jolly, gregarious female voice. The sort of voice that, when laughing, could be heard over everyone else in the tavern. Jake had shined enough shoes and begged outside enough saloons to know the type.
"Not if you keep babying him like that, little sister!" the voice laughed. "Why, he'll never want to leave your nipple if you keep shoving those in his face!"
Jake and Grelda, still nude, still sweaty in the firelight, both looked up and back. Jake craned his head around his mother's muscled torso to see the new arrival.
"Big sister!" Grelda barked, and then rose with such force that Jake tumbled off her lap. From his new lower vantage, Jake was able to get his first glimpse of the new arrival, and was astonished by what he saw. The idea that his orc mom, Grelda, had a 'big' sister was hard to grasp at first. Grelda herself was nearly six feet tall and powerfully built, with muscle and matronly qualities in equal measure.
Urda was something else entirely. The only comparison Jake could make was to one of the nuns who had worked at the orphanage. Sister Emma. One of his first youthful experiences with women. She wore a great flowing black habit, yet her boobs and hips were so wide that even that modest garment was pulled taut, and there was a slight hint of chub rolls around her midsection as well - enough for a boy to sink his hands into while giving her a big hug.
Urda was like this… except, bigger. Urda had little of the muscle of Grelda and certainly none of the lithe agility of Zelda. She wore a great robe of patched furs, outlining boobs, hips and buttocks that were absolutely enormous. She was totally removed from her sisters in both musculature and countenance. Her hair was a big mop of brown curls, not jagged or spiky or tied up with bones and leather. She looked soft, and jolly. She had darker green spots on her brighter green face that looked almost like orc freckles. And instead of a war club… Urda was brandishing a ham.
It already had a big bite out of it.
Jake looked at her chest. The bottom of each big, round boob hung nearly to her navel, and each one was tipped with a huge, round protrusion that was almost the size of a 'normal' boob itself.
Those are her nipples , he thought, amazed. They're so big and puffy, you can see the outline through her cloak!
"It's Jake's reward," Grelda explained, referring to his lap-laying and boob sucking. "For his training!"
"Oh, boar's balls," Urda said, waving a hand. Even her voice was jolly. "I know a mama's boy when I see one!" Urda moved over in Jake's direction. It was like watching mountains pick up and start rolling. Her tits were so heavy, they actually seemed to sway and list with her movement like wind-tossed ships. Jake couldn't take his eyes off of them.
Zelda's were big and perfectly round.
Grelda's were huge and heavy.
Urda's were…
...the biggest boobs in the history of the human and orc kingdoms!
Urda knelt down next to Jake and then booped his nose with a finger. "Well, aren't you a scamp!" she said, making him blush immediately. "You look like you've got potential! I should know - I've had twenty , after all!"
"Twenty?" Jake blurted as she tousled his hair. "You mean... twenty children ?" It seemed impossible. But he had heard tales - usually very anti-orc - that centered around how fast they could breed and how the whole race was a menace to human settlements at the edge of the badlands. Was there some truth to it?
"Yep!" replied Urda, getting misty-eyed. She swept her hand over Grelda and Zelda. "While this one was out fighting, and this one was out exploring, I was back home doin' my duty, creating lots of strong sons and daughters for the Uzur tribe!" She began counting on her fingers. "There was Ufra, Aggri, Zura, Zenni, Ghardu, Grell - he died during his proving, the poor thing - Jabru, Jilli… the triplets Ozz the First, Second, and Third. And my first daughter Zelli, who has eight sons of her own!"
Jake only watched with amazement as she recounted her descendants. As he did, Grelda walked over to stand next to Urda. "Urda is one of the finest broodmares of our tribe," Grelda explained.
Urda nodded excitedly. "Sure am! Why, my womb is basically a big ol' breeding factory! And your mom here asked me to help you out!"
Jake wheezed out a breath, then coughed. "She what ?"
Urda reached out and lifted his penis, which was already throbbing from the sheer sight of her ultra-thicc body. "She brought me in to teach you how to really put this thing to use, of course!" She giggled, and Jake was struck again by her good humor and gentleness. She was much different from Grelda, who could be tender only in moments, and Zelda, who was hard-edged and sharp. "Now, what do you say, young Jake? My eggs need a good scrambling!"
Jake didn't know what to say, but luckily for his tired and recently-tested body, Grelda put a hand on Urda's shoulder. "Tomorrow," she said. "Jake is tired from breeding Zelda's throat. He has earned a rest tonight."
Urda looked momentarily disappointed before returning to her initial good humor. "Alright. Besides, knowing your cooking, he hasn't had a good warrior's meal since you took him in!" She waved her ham in a broad stroke. "Get ready to feast, Jake! I found some livestock wandering… a perfect meal for any orc!"
She gestured back into the night, where a silhouette was just barely visible against the darkened skyline - the broad back of an honest-to-goodness horse, tied to a tree up on the ridge. Jake blinked and peered, making sure he wasn't mistaken. "You found… a horse?" he asked. The day was getting more and more unusual. "What happened to his rider?"
"He broke free of some humans," Urda explained. "And there I was walking along - and I figured, them's good eats!" She gave Jake a knowing nod.
It seemed quite clear what fate awaited the horse if he didn't interject. Much as he felt glad to have a place to belong, this particular act being contemplated was still a big culture shock. "Wait," Jake interjected. "A horse-"
"I know all sorts of recipes." She reached behind herself, where a large traveling pack was strapped on her back. Dangling from the bottom were a barbecue fork and a knobby wooden ladle. Both looked well-used and well-loved. She took the fork and gave it a thrust like an experienced fencer - and Jake, from looking at her bulging boobs, enormous ass and pleasingly plump chub around the waist, had no doubt that the hand wielding the fork was experienced.
"A horse is worth a lot of money… couldn't we… sell it?" Jake offered.
"Now the boy is thinking," Zelda broke in, speaking up for the first time in a while. "We could sell that beast back for enough coin to buy a month's supplies for our little camp-out."
Grelda crossed her arms. "A true warchief has no need to trade with humans!" she groused.
"And I'm hungry!" Urda added.
Jake stood up and moved to where his clothes were strewn by the far, pulling his loincloth on over his cock and stuffing his feet back into his fur-lined boots. "Just… don't eat it yet," he asked. "Let me-"
"Say it right, Jake," Grelda said, arms still crossed. "If you want to assert your authority, you must learn a warchief's tone!"
Jake looked around and saw his helmet, one tusk-horn broken, laying near the fire. He lifted it up and put it on his head. It immediately fell down over his eyes. He sighed, tilted it up on his forehead, and pulled in as big a breath as his narrow chest could muster. "The horse shall not be eaten!" he bellowed, shutting his eyes and making his voice carry as far as it could. "By order of warchief Jake!"
He did his best to look the part, all four feet of him, a cute human boy in a tilted helmet, skinny legs protruding from a bulging loincloth, oversized fur-lined pauldrons on his shoulders, fur-lined boots on his feet. When he opened his eyes, he saw all three orc sisters looking at him appreciatively. Even his mother, who had been on team 'eat-the-horse', crossed her muscled arms below his huge boobs and nodded at him with approval.
"Now, we eat… and then sleep!" Jake further announced. "Mother, bring me meat and wine!"
WHUMP!
He was knocked over by the impact of a flying ham, tumbling backward with a grunt. Grelda looked at Urda balefully, and the elder sister only shrugged. The boy had, after all, asked. After a moment, Grelda walked over to pick Jake up. He would, she said, be fed all the meat he wished that night; for tomorrow would be the most difficult day of his training.
"You must learn the three styles of orcish sex," Grelda said. Jake gulped. He was given his ram-horn goblet of wine and his haunch of meat. And as he watched the three voracious sisters eat and drink that night, he guessed that no amount of preparation would help his body withstand what was coming.
The next morning, he rose with sleepy eyes to find that the three orc sisters were awake and waiting for him, standing in a row. The air was warm and the sun bright; a fine day for whatever test or lesson they had planned. As he dressed, Grelda told him that Zelda had traveled and spied a human caravan who might buy Urda's captured horse. It would be his call, she said, about the next step to take.
"And if you change your mind, we can still eat him!" Urda added, pointing her barbecue fork. The two boars Bacon and Smash, were rutting in the mud of the stream again, gobbling up shrimp and crabs. Once the needs of his bladder were attended to, Jake returned to the grassy area where they were standing - and where two great furs had been laid with goose-down pillows on each side.
"Tell us when you are ready, Jake," Grelda said.
"I'm ready, mother," Jake said. He didn't feel ready… but the three orc women standing in front of him - their bodies were all so amazing. His mother's powerful and matronly thickness! She had her corset-style armor on, with her boobs nearly exploding out of it and thigh-high leather boots leading up to bare thighs and a thong that was splitting two huge bubbles of green butt-meat!
His aunt Zelda's deadly grace! Her bubble butt and round boobs looked totally disconnected from her thin, agile torso and limbs! Every inch of her body looked carved from wood, and her leather bodysuit left absolutely nothing to the imagination - even the nub of her clit was visible amongst the puffy fields of boar-toe!
His aunt Urda's… well, how else could he say it. Her absolutely enormous hips and boobs! She had no muscle visible - it was buried under layers of plumpness! It was no wonder she wore what amounted to a fur cloak or dress - her figure wouldn't allow the sort of tight-fitting armor that her sisters wore. Each breast looked so big, Jake thought he could take a running start, jump, and cling to one of them with all four limbs, becoming a living bra cup!
His young penis jumped in his loincloth.
Grelda, who was standing front and center, spoke up loud. "We will be your teachers today, Jake! And we will give you three lessons. One lesson each. I will be a Caretaker, to show you the ways of motherly relief and respect. Zelda will be a Concubine, who you must bend to your will." She looked at Urda and gestured. "And Urda will be a Broodmare, who you must impregnate with child!"
Jake, nodding along, suddenly looked alarmed. "Wait, you mean… right now?"
Urda shimmied with excitement at the waist, causing her boobs and butt to jiggle as she ran her hands over her midsection. "Ooh, I've been waiting for this! My baby sack hasn't been knocked around since the seasons changed!"
Jake held up a finger, blushing fiercely and rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh-"
"Don't worry about that for now, Jake," Grelda overrode him. "First, you must lay down on your back, and expose your mighty penis for all the females of the clan to admire!"
Not for the first time, Jake wondered if this was really some sort of orc teaching method… or if his mom and her sisters were just making things up as they went along. Still, he had come too far to turn back, and his cock was already excited at the prospect of sampling three such unique flavors of green-skinned beauty! He walked to the center of the furs and stood in the shadow the three orcs, then laid down, stripping off his loincloth and removing his helmet. His penis, half-hard, lolled lazily against his smooth, bare thigh.
His mother took one step and straddled him, facing his feet, looking down over her shoulder so he could look up and see the way the back of her leather thong slid perfectly between the muscled cheeks of her ass! The angle made those bubbly glutes look even bigger and thicker than ever, and Jake's cock gave a jump, with a pearl of translucent pre-seed pooling in his pisshole and starting to leak.
Grelda squatted down, planting on the balls of her feet, making her ass bulge over Jake's chest. She gripped his cock, which didn't need much aid to poke fully upright, a lengthy pillar sprouting up from his young pubis. A few minor adjustments, and soon his tip was pressing directly against her crotch. "A warchief must conserve his energy for battle," Grelda breathed, and tugged aside the leather that was covering her pussy, exposing it and letting Jake's leaking knob mash against her labia. She rocked her waist from side to side, slowly, taking his cock along for the ride. "I am your caretaker now, as your mother - and later, when you take a bride, she will be your caretaker. You must lay back and let us do our work. Do you understand?"
Jake nibbled his lip and nodded. "Y-yes, mother!" He understood what she was getting at. Here, it was permitted to take no action, and simply let himself be tended to. He was used to this - much as his orc mom could challenge him to be assertive, she also enjoyed doting on him. Especially when he was injured or tired, he would lay back and she would be happy to do the work!
This time, though, was different, a fact that was revealed to Jake quickly when Grelda spread her muscled cheeks above his pipe and poised his tip against not her pussy, but her puffy, inviting green asshole. The skin was slightly darker than the rest of her flesh, and the wrinkled, circular edge slightly raised. "But a mother and bride are not the same. And the danger of pregnancy would be large, since you shoot so much cum!" Grelda clarified. "So, I'll take your whole cock up my ass, instead!"
She dropped down. Jake grunted as he felt a squeezing warmth steadily envelop inch after inch of his cock. She was strong and heavy enough that there was no slowing the penetration down, despite his size, and soon, her heavy cheeks were slapping against his hips! As she rose up and started to lift and fall in steady, dick-pleasing rhythm, Jake couldn't help but watch the way he was being swallowed up by her big butt! Not only that, but her huge tits, visible from directly behind her muscled back, were bouncing like crazy! And… the weight!
Whop! Whop! Whop! Whop!
Jake's breathing naturally fell into rhythm, each gasping breath being forced out by the sheer power of his mom's big ass bouncing up and down on his dick. There was no doubt that Grelda was enjoying it as well, uttering her own groans every time she took him to the hilt; these mixed with the wet, sloppy, meaty noises of her ass-pipe mopping up and down his girth. "Nngh!" she growled. "It's… reshaping my ass!"
"S-sorry!" Jake moaned.
"Don't be sorry! A warchief should leave his mark… wherever he goes!" Her eyes fluttered a little and her gruff voice wavered. Zelda and Urda exchanged glances - they could see the look of unbridled ecstasy on their sister's face. Grelda had always been the gruffest of the three and the hardest to please… which made her lewd sex face even more notable. "Nngh… my fucking ass!"
"So much for the stern taskmistress!" Zelda quipped, then tipped Jake a knowing wink. "Your big cock has turned her into a total butt-bitch!"
"S-shut up… Zelda!" Grelda growled, but she didn't stop bouncing up and down on Jake's cock. "I'm only… teaching Jake… the discipline… to… nnngh!"
"To let his mother handle things, and save his energy," Urda piped up, stifling a giggle. "I know very well - I've done it for twelve different sons, after all!" Together with Zelda, they approached and knelt on either side of Jake as the fucking continued.
"Look at her, Jake!" Zelda encouraged. "Your fat cock is stirring her up like a boar rooting for mushrooms!"
"Oh, this brings back memories!" Urda said, misty-eyed, recalling interactions from years past. "My son Ghardu used to nearly tear my asshole apart, he cock was so thick!" Her boob-shelf cast a shadow over Jake's face as Grelda bounced and took his whole length, tip to base, tip to base, on repeat, in time with the impact of her clapping, slapping, jiggling ass mounds.
Jake squinted his eyes and curled his toes, trying to hold back. But his orc mom's asshole was a serious dick-milking machine! His shaft was totally soaked with her juices, providing a slick friction that wasn't too rough in spite of the pressure. There was no way he could match much longer.
"M-mother! I'm going to… I can't…"
"Say it... like a warchief... Jake!" Grelda grunted. Her own tone and cadence were being heavily affected by her own pleasure.
"I'll shoot all my cum up your huge green ass… you horny butt-bitch!" Jake wailed, and in spite of the instruction to lie still, he reached out and clapped his small hands on those meaty, matronly ass-globes. He tensed and thrust his hips upward, meeting her downward motion and making his big balls draw in, twitch, and swing upward. He felt his mother's great, orc-sized weight first wobble and then crash down on him as her feet gave way.
Spluuuuoooort! They were locked together, his cock spiking straight up into her hot, sucking innards, as Jake emptied his balls with spurt after spurt of extra-thick cum, the day's first load. He cried out as he did so, and Grelda gave a mighty orgasm roar to match. Zelda and Urda, proud aunts, watched with approval, and Urda even merrily clapped her hands and cheered him on, telling him that if he'd shot such a load into Grelda's pussy, she would have been pregnant for sure.
"Nnngh…" Jake moaned, as his orgasm subsided. "Mom… you're… heavy!" He tried to shift her with his arms, but she was built like a brick hut, and barely moved. Eventually, she tilted backward and flopped down on top of him, leaving him buried underneath, still with his big, long cock deep in her anus. At least, her broad back and muscled midsection gave him something to hang on to.
"My ass!" Grelda groaned. "You did well… in leaving your mark!"
"That's not all he left," Zelda quipped, and her meaning became obvious when Grelda finally rolled to the side, freeing Jake's body from being flattened between orc and fur blankets. There was a schlooorp noise as his meat slid from her well-fucked asspipe. She struggled to her knees, then her feet - then doubled over and held her belly.
"Ooongh!" Grelda grunted. Zelda and Urda went to her side, reaching up with two pairs of hands to tear pull her rumpled leather singlet to the side. Grelda tried to shoo them away, but to no avail.
"Take a look, Jake!" Zelda said, winking. "You pumped her so full, she's fit to burst!" Zelda licked her lips and peeled her leather bodysuit down to reveal her dazzling green upper body, sculpted from muscle, thin and lethal, with her round tits bouncing.
"What are you two up to?" Grelda grunted, annoyed. Distressed from the amount of cum in her ass, she flailed an arm at her sisters, who only ignored her. Urda placed a hand on her belly, drawing a cry of alarm. "Don't push there!"
"I'll help you out, little sister!" Urda exclaimed, and placing her palm on Grelda's chiseled abs, pressed firmly. At the same time, Zelda flexed her muscles and lifted her perky tits in the firing line, presenting the perfect target.
"Come on!" Zelda purred. "Show us just how much cum your son spurted up your big ass!" She licked her lips and opened her mouth. Jake watched, astonished. He was utterly unaccustomed to seeing his orc mom at a disadvantage, and the amount of green flesh on display was quickly making his cock hard again. But were they really going to do what he thought they might?
"No… Jake… this… isn't part of… your trial!" Grelda grunted… and then she moaned out in arousal and Jake heard a wet, gurgling sound as her cum-distended bowels could take no more. Within seconds, she arched her back and thrust her muscled bottom out, with Urda helpfully spreading her cheeks wide. Then came the unmistakable sound of wet, powerful evacuation; the sound that any joking young boy had imitated in his life at one time or another. Jake's orc mom was blasting a geyser of sperm from her asshole, all over Zelda's face and tits!
The more slender orcess had her mouth instantly filled to the brim, and a great, sloppy mess of sperm splattered all over her breasts and ran in the sperm gutters formed by her chiseled abs. She swallowed thickly, puffing her cheeks before emptying them, and then opened her mouth again and pressed into the crack of Grelda's ass. "I know you have more than that!" she purred, and Urda spread Grelda even wider so that the youngest sister could press her mouth flush.
"Nnngh! Curse you!" Grelda moaned, and then her frustration seemed to overtake her as she reached behind and took hold of Zelda's hair. "You're playing the concubine too soon! Well, if you want it so badly, then… here!" She bit her lip and gritted her teeth.
BRAAAAAAAAAUUURRRP! "Nnngh!" Grelda shuddered as her anus blew a loose, chunky sperm geyser directly into Zelda's mouth. "Drink my son's cum! Thicker than any other boy in the clan!" Her face took on an expression of relief as she cut a series of shorter sperm-farts, punctuating her decree. Zelda moaned with pleasure as she shamelessly licked and sucked at Grelda's ringpiece, wanting to swallow as much of that sperm as she could. Urda, holding Grelda's cheeks wide, looked over at Jake, who was watching in awe. His mother had been horny enough by herself. But put three orc women together, and they seemed to go even further!
The boy's cock, despite his recent ejaculation, was back to being rock hard. "Looks like he's ready for the next trial!" Urda announced. And so he was - though Jake didn't know how anything could top what he'd just experienced. Once the his mother's anal creampie had subsided, he watched the three return to their prior positions, standing three abreast with Grelda in the middle. It was as it had been before his first 'lesson', except that Zelda was topless and plastered with semen on her mouth, breasts, and rippling midriff… and his mother was leaking sperm down the insides of her legs.
"Next, you will learn to show dominance over a captured war prize," Zelda announced. "We'll make believe that I am one of the females of a defeated clan!" Moving with uncanny agility, she strode over to Jake and then lay down in front of him, looking up with a look of submission that made him blush and look away. His mother had never taken such a position before him - or, really, shown submission to anyone, whether orc or beast. Grelda was more likely to head-butt her way through any opposition than ever kneel before it. So seeing an orc like this:
"Is this really okay?" Jake asked, feeling a bit ashamed of his erection. "If a prisoner is captured, couldn't we just-"
Zelda spoke intensely to him. "Our women expect this in the wake of a lost war," she explained. "A female with no mate and no tribe has no place. This is how they join a new tribe. A warchief must show that the newly acquired females are his alone."
Already topless, she stripped away the bottom of her leathers, peeling it off her limber body until she was totally bare, her crimson hair fanned out behind her head on the furs beneath. Then, she did something amazing. She lifted her long and limber legs up, first extending them, then folding them back toward her shoulders and spreading them. With each movement, her glittering green pussy became more exposed. Then, with a small grunt of exertion, Zelda managed to cross her legs behind her head!
Jake gasped and his erection grew even bigger. He was still blushing and having trouble looking at the lewd display, but Zelda spoke sharply to secure his attention. "Jake! Stop being so shy. It's time for you to take charge! Now, angle that big human boy-cock of yours downward, and shove it into my pussy like you were thrusting a sword!"
Feeling the judgmental gaze of the three orcesses, Jake managed to glance down. With her legs behind her head, Zelda was putting her body on display in a way that was dirtier than anything he'd ever seen. Her skin was a brighter green than Grelda's, almost like the frogs he sometimes saw in the river, and it made every detail stand out. He could see the plump lips of her pussy, her quivering clitoris with its hood, and the winking starfish of her asshole. She was so spread open, he could even see the hole she used to pee… and the whole works was absolutely soaking wet!
Beyond that, even with her body bent in a hairpin, Zelda was so fit that he could count her individual abdominal muscles, and see the pleasing striations in her thighs and the bubbly curves of her breasts and butt! She was the smallest of the three orc sisters, and for the first time in his young life, Jake wondered if his big penis might actually do some damage from such an angle. He'd never worried about this with his orc mom, but Zelda's build was more slight. He approached and pressed his big, pink cock-knob against her slick opening… but hesitated, and looked up at his mother for guidance.
"Go on, Jake," Grelda said, crossing her arms. "Remember, she is a war prize, waiting to be claimed!"
Urda was much less solemn. In fact, she'd waddled over in all her breasty thighness to get a close vantage, and was wide-eyed as she estimated the eventual depth that Jake could drill to! "Zelda never took a mate," she assessed, poking her finger at Zelda's hard midsection. "Her stubborn eggs are probably all arrogant in there, thinking they don't need the attention of a male!"
"Quit that!" Zelda said, crossly… though with her ankles behind her head she couldn't exactly do much about her elder sister's poking and prodigy. "I just want a good fuck, that's all! That's why I'm playing this part!"
Urda gave her orcish giggle again. "Ooh, I see!" She looked at Jake slyly. "What do you think of that, Jake? She thinks she can handle you, no problem!"
"This concubine is challenging you!" Grelda added. "She doesn't know her place, clearly!"
Jake was getting the idea. Steeling himself, he leaned some of his weight forward and pressed his cock into Zelda's pussy, drawing a piercing cry of pleasure and stopping all conversation for the moment. Zelda blew out a great breath and then groaned. "Oof! It's… bigger than it looks!" Jake leaned in harder and the sound of her gripping, soaking vaginal passage gripping his thick boymeat was audible in the warm air. He started to bend his knees, his big balls hanging in smooth ovoid volume, sinking in more and more of his shaft.
"Ouuurrrrgh! Boars… balls!" Zelda croaked. "He's… stretching out my pussy with that kid cock !"
"Ooh, look!" Urda interjected, eyes alight. She poked with a finger again. "I can see the outline of that big dick right through your belly! This is why you need some meat on your bones, sister, like me!" Both Jake and Zelda watched as what looked like a tunneling snake slowly ascended from the point behind Zelda's puffy pubis and up towards her navel. Jake gritted his teeth, bent his knees more, low enough now to take a grip on Zelda's thighs. He wiggled a little like a man jiggling a key in the world's greenest, wettest lock, and then there was a squelching sound and he slid in another three inches.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckk!" Zelda wailed. Grelda and Urda looked bemused at the human curse, further proof that the wanderer of their number had interacted and traded with them for years. "Wait! Stop… my body… is getting fucked up!" Her wide eyes were looking at the big, bulging, dick-shaped protrusion rising behind her belly-button. Her request to 'wait' gave Jake pause for a moment, and he ceased grinding his hips forward.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his face full of honest concern.
"I'm-"
"Oh, she's fine," Urda giggled, waving a hand dismissively. She slid over next to Jake's hip and put a hand on his rear end, encouraging him to thrust forward further. "She's just being a bit dramatic, that's all!"
Grelda slid over to mirror Urda's pose, caressing the other cheek of his ass and leaning in close to whisper. "You can do it, Jake! Remember what I taught you about how a warchief should behave!" She ran a tongue over his earlobe and Jake made a mewling noise.
Urda started licking his other ear. "You need to really beat up her womb so she can't give birth to any more warriors who might try to defeat you!" she explained. "That's the orc way!" Jake whimpered as they kneaded his butt and licked his ears, spurring him on. He dipped his hips further, dipping his stick deeper into Zelda's sizzling, spasming sexpot. His long cock's gentle curve started to point the tip upward, tenting her abdomen even more, and as Jake's cockbase and balls mashed down flush with her splayed pussy, all of Zelda's objections turned to animalistic moans.
Jake could feel the wet plap of his thighs touching hers. He felt a bit exposed, squatting in such a bow-legged fashion, but it felt amazing to drill into something so hot and tight without the smallest bit of restraint! Zelda, meanwhile, was literally foaming at the mouth, her eyes rolling back in her head as more than fourteen inches of enormous boy-cock had battered all the way into her womb! Her fluttering eyes were fixated on the way that dick was making her belly bulge. In fact, the entire outline of her womb could be seen!
This fact was not lost on Urda, who reached out to poke at the tiny little throbbing bumps that represented Zelda's ovaries, being forced up and out by sheer dick-pressure. "Look at those energetic little egg baskets!" Urda giggled. "Your big knob is all the way in her womb and stirring up her guts!" She ran a finger over the womb-bulge made by Jake's cock and the boy shuddered at the sensation of being caressed through Zelda's body. "In fact, I bet I could even…"
She said no more, only lowered her head, opening her mouth wide to fellate the tented cock bulge, slathering it with spit. "Urda… you… whore!" Zelda grunted. "Don't… suck his cock… through my body!" But Urda not only ignored Zelda's complaints but also ran a hand down and started fingering Zelda's clit, drawing more helpless moans.
"Now, Jake!" Grelda hissed in his ear. "Show her your might!"
Jake drew in a breath. "I'll… conquer your pussy… like the warchiefs of old!" he bellowed, and drew back his cute behind far enough to drill forward with a powerful thrust. His cock withdrew from Zelda's womb and then plunged back in with a sloppy, meaty sound, accompanied by the slap of their thighs pressing flush. Establishing his rhythm and balance, Jake kept his spread-legged stance and rose and dropped with his knees, slicing his curved, smooth pipe in and out of Zelda's quim. He felt not just the usual amazing warmth and tightness but something else - the visceral, yielding crunch of conquered cunt! It was like Zelda's body was changing shape to accommodate him… just as his mother and Urda had predicted.
"My… womb… is getting stretched out… by a human kiiiiid!" Zelda wailed, grunting and moaning with pleasure at every stroke. She looked up at Grelda desperately. "Sister! This was… supposed to be… just an act! But if he… keeps going this... my womb will be permanently fucked! I'll become his woman!"
Grelda only crossed her arms, impassively, and Jake continued to thrust while Zelda's eyes rolled. Urda pressed against Jake's hip and encouraged him to angle his cock to the left and right, digging his length and girth viciously into her sopping sleeve, pummeling her most sacred reproductive places. "That's it, Jake!" she cheered. "You show her!"
"Hnnnnnrrrrgh!" Zelda's eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled as she leaked ragged breaths from a trembling mouth. She seemed to lose all control of her body as her lean muscles spasmed, nearly lifting Jake up, her buttocks clenching in their bubble-shaped green perfection. A helpless lance of hot piss sprayed up out of her pee-hole and splashed down. Her loss of control only spurred Jake on more, the boy became lost in the moment, carrying on as best he could in the sea of yelps and groans and encouragement from the other two sisters. He squinted his eyes shut and picked up the speed of his thrusts, angling down and scooping up, his big balls slapping against Zelda's twitching asshole.
"I… claim you… for my tribe!" Jake cried, and hilted himself with all his might. There was a meaty womb-crunch as Zelda's baby sack was permanently turned into a sleeve for his cock. His strokes became shorter, he was grinding his big cock knob deep in her trim belly, letting her hot, wet insides service his cock.
"You make our ancestors proud, Jake!" Grelda bellowed, raising a fist in victory. "Now, you must mark her as yours!" But Jake was too far into the throes of pleasure to respond to the instruction, much as he always wanted to obey his new orc mom. When it became clear that he was about to finish the job inside Zelda, and turn the concubine 'lesson' and the breeding 'lesson' in one fell swoop, Grelda lept into action, reaching down to gather him by the waist and bodily pull from his position.
"Ah!" he cried. His long cock emerged from Zelda's pussy just as it started blasting ropes of thick semen. The two elder sisters worked as a team - Grelda holding him up, and Urda skillfully aiming and jerking his prick, while Jake's cute toes curled and he shuddered all over, his balls twitching as they emptied.
Zelda, already a mess from his pussy-plowing, was made to further fit her sex trophy role as Jake's semen spewed down all over her face, breasts, abs, and ger gaping, well-fucked pussy. The opaque, gooey ropes criss-crossed as they gathered, and in spite of her own shuddering and mind-addling orgasm, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue so she could be marked as the property of 'Jakash, the Smallslayer.'
Urda was wide-eyed as his penis spasmed over and over again in her hand, the urethra thrumming under her fingers with the volume of sperm traveling through. "So much!" she gasped. "And this is his second load of the day, too! You really did find a good one, Grelda!"
As Jake's emission came to an end, he was let down gently to his feet. Immediately, knees weak, he stumbled down next to Zelda, who had finally unfolded from her legs-behind-head pretzel pose and now lay with limbs splayed, breathing hard. Jake was surprised when he felt her hand grip his wrist to secure his attention.
"You did it, warchief," Zelda purred. "My womb will never produce any children except yours." Her hand slid over her shapely midsection, now free of his cock bulge and ripping with supple, lean muscle. "I can feel the echo of your prowess inside my body. No male will ever make me feel anything again!"
Jake blushed deeply. "Uh… that's-"
"From now on you can do with me as you want," Zelda continued, her sultry orcish whispers low and seductive. "This was meant to be just a lesson… but your huge cock turned me into your slave woman! You reshaped my dick-sleeve pussy… and I became your bitch - the bitch of a human boy!" She nibbled her lip, fondly remembering the moment her mind was irrevocably changed.
Jake looked back at Zelda, not sure what to think. Orc ways were still strange to him - and in some ways, having a slave seemed like it was more trouble than it was worth! Orc women were so horny all the time, it seemed, that having a large number of them around was a recipe for trouble. He was about to look to his mother for guidance, but then remembered what she had told him repeatedly over the prior weeks - that if he was to be a warchief of his own clan, he must learn to make his own decisions.
"You can be my bodyguard," he said.
"I'm your slave," Zelda repeated. "You can do with me as you want, give me any place you want among your clan."
"I don't want a slave," Jake said, and he looked up at his mother, who was standing over them and looking down, arms crossed. He thought she might object with a lecture about orc traditions, but she was silent, watching him closely. He knew his every word was being scrutinized, and he felt nervous. He steeled himself and went on. "I need a bodyguard. And a scout. So my dishonorable enemies won't kill me while I sleep."
He looked up at Grelda, who nodded. "Very good, Jake," she said, and he felt gladness watch over him, enjoying her motherly approval. "Very wise."
Jake exhaled and let his limbs fall limp. He was utterly exhausted, from fucking first his horny, big-butt orc mom, and then his cock-sleeve orc aunt! For a human boy not even yet in his teen years, it was a full slate of activity for one morning. And, somehow, he still had one test to go. It seemed impossible. His balls felt totally empty and his muscles tingled from all the thrusting and humping and tensing in strange positions.
"C-Can we eat lunch before we go on?" he asked, innocently. "I'm hungry enough to eat a horse!"
"Oh, good!" Urda cried, and produced her barbecue fork from its waist holster. "I knew you would come around! Horse is back on the menu!" Her body undulated in her great fur cloak, and Jake was struck again by how massive her boobs and thighs were. If the sun were at its apex, he could stretch out in the shadow of her tits without any problem.
"No!" Jake said, quickly. "No, that's just a human expression, auntie. I only mean, I'm very hungry. I need to eat before the next lesson." He didn't know what he was going to do if they said 'no' - he already felt like his dick might fall off from all the fucking and cumming! There was another reason Jake wanted a reprieve, too, though he didn't say it aloud.
He was nervous about 'breeding'. Urda was very nice… and he couldn't even imagine what it could feel like to interact with her hyper-voluptuous 'orc momma' body. But… something was holding him back.
The orc women looked among each other, and mercifully, gave a nod. "Very well," Grelda said, reaching down to pick Jake up and set him on his feet. It was effortless for her, and Jake realized as he was being set upright what was giving him pause.
Grelda had been brave enough to save him from that wagon attack, cared for him, and kept him safe. She had shown a deep affection for him that he'd always been missing, having not known his human mother. The bond between them was strong… and if there was going to be a baby-making test…
...then his strong, feisty, powerful, huge-boobs, thick-ass orc mom was the one he really wanted to breed!
As they walked back to the campfire, he met his mother's gaze, and they made eye contact for a moment. "Does something trouble you, Jake?" Grelda asked.
"No," he said, holding his secret tight. "All is well, mother." His tummy rumbled, and he pushed any thought of the coming trial from his mind for the moment.
He was starving… and there was plenty of ham to eat.