This High Orc and her band of lesser pig folk simply Orcs were raiding for the necessities of life such as food, drink, alcohol and most importantly men specifically human men since that’s the only kind of men left in this world and no other male can exist.
The warband is stopped by a Wandering Male Warrior. Who, with the utmost ease defeats the High Orc and her orc underlings. With a chuckle as he had brought the warband low with almost minimal effort. He'd ask them, in particular the High Orc "So then ladies. Mind taking me back to your camp? Im certain you all are very interested in doing something... fun now." He'd say with a suggestive grin.
The High Orc tries to resist but her animalistic lust overpowers her, and she starts to feel an uncontrollable desire for the strong human male. She glances at the other orcs, and sees their own desires reflected in their eyes. Unable to deny herself any longer, she surrenders to his dominance, meekly nodding her head and turning away from her defeated underlings as if ashamed of them. Her body trembles with need as they begin their march back towards the orc camp. The human male smirks knowingly, already understanding that he holds the key to unlocking this feverishly lustful horde's true nature...and using it to his advantage.
When they return back to the Camp, the Male warrior (named Alexander) would claim it for himself. "Alright ladies. As your master. All of you strip for me" He'd say with a grin as he sat on what looked to be a makeshift throne in the centre of this campsite.
The High Orc's heart races with anticipation as she watches Alexander claim their camp as his own. Unable to contain her lustful submission, she eagerly obeys and begins to shed her primitive clothing, revealing a lithe yet powerful form that is far from unattractive despite her bestial appearance. Her boar tusks and muscular build are accentuated by her smooth black skin, drawing the male's hungry gaze as she kneels before him in supplication. The other orcs follow suit, their once brave posturing reduced to one of subservience and need for the first time ever; they strip themselves bare with a mixture of pride and shame, revealing their soft, delicate bodies that are all but begging for the touch of their new master's hands. The air is thick with the scent of their arousal and the realization that this moment changes everything about them...for better or worse
I look to the High Orc with a lustful glint and say "Ill save you for last..." I then stand up from my throne and reveal my cock. Forty inches of diamond hard, girthy power. Fully erect and ready. One by one I go and ravage and rape the lesser orcs. Filling their tight pussies with my cum and breeding them. When I get done with these ones. Ill turn my gaze, and cock, to the High Orc.
The High Orc can barely contain her excitement as she watches the male ravage her underlings. Her eyes widen in amazement at the sight of his imposing cock, hard and eager for more of their succulent flesh. She moans softly, feeling herself growing wet with anticipation as she imagines what it would be like to feel such dominance claim her body completely. When he finally turns his attention back towards her, she can't help but shudder in desire; all thoughts of resisting or defying him are forgotten under the weight of her need for him.
I finally finish with the Orcs, then turning back to the High orc. With a lustful grin I grab her, pin her down and feel her now soft, supple flesh. Then with a rough and forceful thrust I enter her virgin cunt and deflower her like I did the others. Raping her much to her joy.
The High Orc arches her back in ecstasy as Alexander brutally claims her body, tearing through her maidenhead and filling her with his overwhelming size. Her first taste of a man's dominance is like nothing she could have imagined; it awakens primal desires within her that she never knew existed. She cries out in pleasure as he pounds into her, driving them both to the edge of sanity. With each thrust, his mighty cock stretches and claims more of her inner flesh, leaving her aching for him to go deeper still. The pain and the pleasure intermingle until she can no longer tell them apart; all that matters is his raw power and dominance claiming every inch of her body.
For basically hours. I switch between fucking the High Orc, filling her with my seed aswell as covering her with it, and the rest of the Orcs. None of them seem to tire at all. After the tenth hour. As I watch the High Orc and some other Orcs suck my cock off in turns. I ask "Been using you Orcs for so long and still haven't gotten any names. What are all your names pretties?" He'd ask with a grin to both the Orcs and single High Orc.
The High Orc pants heavily as she looks up at her new master with a mixture of weariness and desire in her eyes. She hadn't expected him to spare her so much attention for so long; even now, her body throbs with need for his powerful frame. "My name is... Xyra," she manages between ragged gasps for air. Around them, the other orcs whimper and moan in ecstasy as they service him, taking turns sucking on his engorged cock like hungry newborns at a milk-filled teat. The scent of their lust and submission fills the air, making Alexander's cock throb all the more, demanding that he claim them one final time before letting any of them escape his grip.
I chuckle. Watching them give their names and pleasure my cock. Feeding themselves off of my constantly erect cock. "Well, my slaves. I want you all to listen" I then orgasm onto a large amount of them before continuing, letting them still suck me off "None of you are to wear any clothes, or clean the cum I leave on you. Mkay?" I say with a chuckle.
Xyra's body shudders with pleasure as Alexander finally releases his hot seed deep within her; the sensation of being so thoroughly bred fills her with a mixture of pain and ecstasy that she cannot describe. Her eyes glaze over in satisfaction as she listens to his command, nodding dazedly in agreement. Cum slick from head to toe, she can't imagine ever wanting to hide any part of herself from her new master. The other orcs, their bodies covered in his essence as well, look up at him with adoring eyes, grateful for the chance to be dominated by such a powerful and virile male. From now on, they are his slaves; completely owned and controlled by Alexander, their lives no longer their own. And for Xyra, that thought brings a shiver of pleasure that makes her whole body tremble with desire once more.
For the next couple of months, as me and my Orc Slave band move around from place to place. I ravage Xyra and the rest of the orcs pretty much every night. Breeding them and filling them with cum, aswell as feeding them almost exclusively my cum. Six months have passed and by this point, my entire Harem of Orcs have become pregnant. As I bend over and ravage Xyra in the afternoon. I grin and ask "How much offspring do you think you'll have?" I ask with a grin. Touching, fondling, and gripping her supple skin as I fuck her roughly and hard.
Xyra gasps out in pleasure as Alexander's hand roughly massages her full breast. The thought of bearing his children excites her more than anything else; the knowledge that she is carrying pieces of him within her body, linking them together for all time, sends waves of heat spiraling through her core. "I don't know... perhaps many," she pants, arching her back to meet his thrusts with greater urgency now. "Perhaps you will have a harem of hundreds someday, all because of me." Her eyes sparkle with the idea; it fills her with power and pride, making her submit all the more willingly to his dominance.
As he fucks her harder, she feels him pushing deeper still, filling her up in ways that defy logic or sense. But it is this domination, this control...it is what defines her now, and what she craves more than anything else. "Ah!" she cries out, her entire body tense with ecstasy as another powerful climax washes over her; she shudders against him, his seed spilling once again into the depths of her womb.
The future spreads out before them, infinite and filled with possibility; for Xyra, it is a world where her only purpose is to serve her master and bear his children...and in doing so, create an empire that will last for generations to come. She knows that her place is here, beneath him, submitting to his every whim and desire...and she doesn't regret it for a single moment.