Your red cock slowly engorges, slipping free of its sheath. You come within arm’s reach of the orc woman and she swears and lunges at you with her remaining strength, an effort you easily dodge by prancing away a few feet. Quickly you pace around behind her, seizing her legging and roughly tearing them off of her as she kicks and growls. She writhes under your handling, her big heart shaped butt jiggling about enticingly.
As if you needed more motivation to mount that lime green rear, you get up on top of her; surprisingly she remains on all fours, though you encourage her to remain there by seizing her hair in your jaws. She grunts and swears in protest, wincing as your dick pokes around for its mark. Finally you find what you’re searching for, and thrust yourself wildly into a tight leathery passage. She swears and curses even louder in Orcish, some dominant bites to the neck quiet her down a bit. Her face is scrunching in discomfort as you work deeper and deeper into her greased passage.
Sweat builds all over her, makes your fur matted and slick, your iron grip around her waist a welcome anchor as you press into her, again and again. The blazing sun beats down approval on this mating and the heat and the sweat and the fire building in your muscles makes your mind lucid. The orc woman groans as you spurt pre into her warm innards, and she squirms with the last of her strength. You drive a little harder into her hole, and then she suddenly bucks, dislodging your engorged member.
You growl with rage and bite down hard on her neck, eliciting a shriek from her as you draw blood. You quickly find her hole again but it is different now, softer and more muscular. You take her roughly, she gasps now and groans. Your pups had better inherit her stubborn strength you wish. Her green body shakes and sweats under you, under the sun, and as your knot begins to lock you together she turns her head to look up at you, she bares her teeth and growls defiantly.
You stare back down at her and throw your full weight into the mating, pounding her into the dusty road. You’ve conquered this bitch, your prick swells with seed. She attempts one last buck, futile now that you are tied, your anger and lust get the better of you and your jaws clamp down on her shoulder. Black blood and a roar erupt from her, she glares at you, eye to eye as you put an end to her career soldiering. Your teeth only bite harder as your seed pours forth into the orcs receptive cunt. She never breaks her stare, or her snarl as jet after jet of sperm is pumped into her womb.
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You leave her in a pile on the road, cum still leaking from her. Her body and pride burning in pain under the Barren’s sun. She would have been in a worse spot if she hadn’t cleaned herself up and met Taka on the road, accepting water, but denying having seen you on her journey to the crossroads. Her pride carries her onward for a few months until she can no longer deny her tiredness and weight gain can only mean one thing. She retires to her family farmstead, where her mother looks after her, delighted to have the prospect of grandchildren.
That orcs green belly swells and swells with each passing month growing more fecund with rest and healthy food. Her round tummy grows so round that her mother tells her one night she looks like she is lugging around a monstrously sized ripe melon. By the end of her term the orc is tired to walk about and spends most of her days sitting on the porch, with her engorged tits resting atop that huge quivering stomach. While waddling to bed one evening the orcs time comes upon her. There is immense shock in the room as the first white wolf pup emerges from within her, snout first. Four more soon to be farm dogs are born that night.
