The Scouts Who Never Returned
"The scouts I sent out still haven't come back?"
The hooded orc prowled through the encampment, checking on the reconnaissance party that had failed to return even as the day bled into dusk. He questioned a hobgoblin who looked marginally less stupid than the rest, and when the answer came back that they still hadn't returned, he asked again why no one had reported it. The reply was this:
"Why would I need to report that?"
"……."
The orc barely managed to stop his sanity from packing its bags and walking out. He rubbed the back of his neck.
What is wrong with the kin of this world……
The greenskins here were appallingly ignorant. They acted on whatever mood struck them, and the reports that ought to have been routine simply never happened. Spotting something and chasing after it was fine. But after that — no report, and no one cared. If they came back, good. If not, so what.
Now I understand why the chieftain dispatched us.
A few months earlier, the Red Fang Tribe had been shifted — entire settlement and all — into an unfamiliar forest on the back of a strange surge of mana. They had set out to make sense of the sudden upheaval. A sky with one moon and two suns, the likes of which they had never seen. Greenskins of their own kind, yet far more aggressively warlike. No trace of the continent they had come from. Putting it all together, they had arrived at a conclusion they could scarcely believe: they had been moved to another world.
The young chieftain — ambitious and gifted, yet forced to bury his ambitions under the shadow of already-vast great tribes — had taken this as a gift from the gods. The local greenskins had charged in to drive out the sudden outsiders, but the chieftain crushed them, then turned on the neighboring tribes and swelled his power. As the force grew, so did the twin problems of human resistance and the need to administer a wide territory. The chieftain established outposts in multiple places and dispatched personnel to manage them.
The kin of this world are strong enough in their own way, but their thinking is painfully short.
The greenskins of this world normally scattered in every direction, yet when a warlord with real command and intelligence appeared, they would gather in one place. The problem was that the greenskins so gathered were little more than bandits on a larger scale — attacking and plundering other humans. An army constantly consumes supplies, and when every scrap of those supplies is taken by raiding humans, even a slightly prolonged campaign turns them on each other, and combat strength collapses in an instant.
That was why the chieftain had planned to seize the surrounding human lands, farm them, and forge a territory of his own. Their ancestors in the old world had done the same — taken human land and learned farming and herding — so it was not impossible. But looking at these greenskins, he wondered whether it would work in this world at all.
"Arm yourselves. We march at once."
"We're tired. Can't we sleep first?"
"Haa."
Abandoning any attempt to explain what a missing scout party meant to creatures this dense, the orc stretched a hand toward the hobgoblin. Thick vines, thick as a man's forearm, erupted from the ground beneath the hobgoblin's feet and wound around its body.
"Gwek!? Gweeeaaargh! Gyeh-gehk……!"
Crunch!
The orc crushed the hobgoblin armor and all, then pointed at another hobgoblin standing nearby.
"You."
"Y-yes?"
"Arm. Now. Prepare. To sortie."
"Understood!"
At the sight of an armored hobgoblin casually pulverized, the rest scrambled into their gear and began to move.
This much, at least, I like.
Might makes right. The strong take everything, and those who defy the strong deserve to die. The old world had been a world of the strong as well, but the kin here took it further. Kill someone openly as an example, and they would simply think it natural — because you were strong.
More than thirty fully armed fighters, and not one of them returned. I only gave them a day's worth of food, so they wouldn't have wandered off somewhere. Which means somewhere in that forest is a power — a strong individual or a force — capable of wiping out thirty of them before they could even flee.
Confirming a mixed force of hobgoblins and orcs numbering around fifty, the orc set out. A short while later, he cast a light hex on a bird perched in a nearby tree, gently dominating it, then shared its vision and began tracking from the place where the enemy force had first been discovered.
"We'll rest here for tonight."
"Haaah♡ Hic♡ Hahit♡ Hahk♡ Hah-hahk♡"
Having carried Lillian all the way until nightfall, Kaisent found a suitable campsite and pulled his cock free.
Squelch—
"Khhhoooooh……♡"
The pleasure of it sliding out sent Lillian over the edge again. Her anus, stretched wide and unable to close, fluttered open and shut. As a knight's Prana rose through the ranks, the durability, recovery, and elasticity of the internal organs rose with it — so Lillian's belly, which had taken his cock and his seed all day long, was swollen as large as a pregnant woman's.
The moment he released her thighs, she collapsed. Clotted semen sloshed out of her and soaked the ground.
F…finally…it's over……
"Ah — right."
But Kaisent's stamina was still roaring. His cock, slick with intestinal fluid and cum, stood stiff as he seized Lillian by the hair, hauled her up, and forced her onto her knees.
Thrust—!
"Ubuuuk!?"
"You made the mess, so you clean it up. That's an adult's duty, isn't it?"
He yanked her head forward and drove his cock deep into her mouth until her throat bulged.
"Khhup—! Ogehk—"
Every time his cock punched into her throat, Lillian's pupils shrank as she looked up at him — and Kaisent drank in a sharp, electric thrill of conquest.
Slap-slap-slap-slap!
Choking on his cock, Lillian beat desperately at his thighs, signaling for air. The force of it, as if her throat-pussy were being speared through, made her clench — and cum began to pour out of her like soft dung, sloshing and dripping.
"Puhhaak! Hahk! Cough! Khk!"
When Kaisent finally pulled her off by the hair, Lillian gasped and coughed through tears, whether from the pain of her throat being stabbed or from sheer lack of air.
He's using my mouth…like an anus……. So why…does my throat feel so good, so tingly……?
The cock that had speared her throat had been buried in her ass for so long that it reeked of cum, intestinal fluid, and that distinctive musky anal scent. As it filled her mouth with that taste and smell, Lillian's head went pleasantly hazy. A strange, addictive quality began to take hold of her.
Thrust—!
"Gguuuuuuuk~~~~!!"
The moment she seemed to have caught her breath, Kaisent yanked her head with brutal force, burying her face against his thighs and making her swallow him to the root.
"Use your tongue properly, big sister. That's how my cock gets clean, isn't it?"
"Chlrrp! Chuuuup!"
"Oh? Every time I jab your throat, that cum-shit comes out nice and strong. Heave! Heave!"
Lillian offered no resistance at all. She simply did as Kaisent ordered, wrapping her tongue around his cock and sucking. Ordinarily she would have been furious at such treatment — but right now even that spark of defiance was gone.
"Kehup! Khk! Gglk!"
When the air ran out again, she expelled another heavy gush of cum-shit and frantically slapped his thighs.
"Just a little! Just a little more! I'm almost there! Keep sucking!"
"Gglk— Ggrrlk— Khlk—"
His cock, buried deep into her esophagus, must have felt the edge again. Kaisent did not pull out. He used that slick throat like a pussy, pistoning hard toward climax.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!
Lillian's face began to turn blue as she hammered his thighs in a frenzy. But those tear-wet eyes, those shock-shrunken pupils, that face shifting slowly from blue toward purple — they only fed Kaisent's sadism.
Beautiful. Lillian's face as she chokes to death on my cock. The most beautiful thing in the world!
"I'm cumming! Cumming! Lillian's mouth-pussy that I stole with my cock! Her pussy! Her ass! Her mouth-pussy! All three holes — they're mine!"
Babbling under the raw conquest of having claimed her with his cock, Kaisent slammed his hips without restraint. The arms that had been desperately beating his thighs went slack. Her eyes fluttered half-shut — she had lost consciousness.
"Khhnnngh!!"
Throb. Throb. Thrrrob—
"Gglk…g…rr…k……."
At that beautiful sight he came hard and fast, looking down at Lillian as she made a final, death-rattle moan. A face dying into violet, white fluid surging back up through her nostrils. Only after drinking that in with satisfaction did Kaisent pull free — and then he used the cardiopulmonary revival technique his father had taught him.
Unlike ordinary resuscitation, this one circulated internal energy, making it far more effective.
"Khk! Kehek! Cough! Khk! Ugh! Uwek! Cough! Cough! Gguhk! Kk! Kkeheuk!"
It worked at once. Lillian's consciousness snapped back; she vomited the cum flooding her throat and nose and gasped for air with everything she had.
"Haaah— Hahk— Hehhahk— Cough! Hnngh— Hahk—"
"You were truly beautiful, Lillian. Of everything I've seen so far, that was the most beautiful. I'll never forget it."
"Y…you… Cough! That was…too much……!"
"Come on. Don't be so angry."
With a sly smile unlike his usual self, Kaisent pinched a nipple that had already poked through her clothes.
"Kyaaaah~~~~♡"
"Your nipples got hard too. You liked it that much."
"N-nooo♡ That's…kiihiit~~♡"
"Heave~♡"
"Hhaaaaahng♡♡"
He pinched hard and pulled until the shape of her breast distorted; the fabric stretched with it, and Lillian's chest drew out nearly twice as long.
My chest is tingling♡ Why doesn't it hurt♡
Even as her breasts were toyed with, what she felt was not pain so much as a pleasant, electric spark of pleasure. Moments ago she had briefly blacked out choking on his cock, and still no real anger toward Kaisent would rise. She scraped together every scrap of fury she could find and tried to force herself to be angry — and a single pinch of her nipple erased it all.
Dangerous♡ This boy…I can't take a hard line with him♡
She had never experienced anything like this. It was as if some aura around Kaisent made anger itself impossible.
"Hm?!"
In the middle of toying with Lillian's chest, Kaisent sensed something. He snatched an arrow from his quiver and flung it skyward. A moment later, a bird dropped from the air with a soft thud.
"Kaisent?"
"This bird. Something's wrong with it."
Kaisent, who never struck first without a clear reason, had killed a bird out of nowhere.
Some strange energy is fading little by little.
Lillian focused her senses on the bird as well and felt a presence similar to mana, yet not quite the same.
"Haa. Looks like we'd better get ready."
Rustle—
At Kaisent's signal, the undead that had been lying hidden nearby scattered into position for an ambush. After the day's fight with the greenskins, Kaisent now commanded some fifty undead. He seemed intent on the same tactics as before — burying the near-combat-incapable undead in the ground.
"Lillian."
She took the greatsword from zombie Kenneth's hands — and for a moment considered the options of cutting Kaisent down where he stood, or simply running. The shameful prospect of being carried along with him still buried inside her made the danger feel real.
No. He does this because he doesn't know he shouldn't.
He was a being from another world, with different common sense — and he looked so young. Once this fight was over, she would have to scold him, teach him that this was not allowed, and instruct him in the common sense of this world.
Throb—♡
As if soothing herself with that rationalization, Lillian felt a pleasant throb from her still-not-fully-closed anus, and her face flushed. In barely a single day, her anus had been turned into a second pussy — one that now craved pleasure.
Hoh.
Only two of them. One was small and looked frail — yet that one had been the first to notice the bird he had tamed and strike it down. They had been close together, doing something; approaching to find out what had been a mistake.
But the battle traces looked like a fight between forces of similar size. Where are the other humans?
Whether Kaisent's precaution of hiding the undead had been pure luck or not, the orc shaman who used the hexes of another world had not detected them.
They'll be prepared for an ambush somewhere. I must not lower my guard. I have to assume I could be hit at any moment.
But the orc from another world was far more cautious and far more intelligent than the orcs of this one. For Kaisent and Lillian, long accustomed to greenskins who charged the moment they saw an enemy, the first real crisis was closing in.