Chapter 2 - Revenge of Lashkhad

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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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