Dinner at the Isis Household
“Hiiik, hiih, hehehe...?!”
Snow writhed endlessly on my cock, convulsing like she'd been zapped by lightning. But I wasn't worried in the slightest—she was a half-orc, after all. Tough as nails when it came to her body, way sturdier than any human's. So I grabbed her hips and slammed in deep, over and over.
“So, how's it feel to finally take the cock you've been eyeing all this time?”
“I-it's... ripping meee apart...♥”
“Cumming already just from me sticking it in? What a weak little pussy our Snow has.”
“N-nooo! Snow's... not a weak pussy...!!”
She'd always acted the part—chowing down on guys, talking big, eyeing my cock like a predator. But the second we got to the real thing, one thrust and she was KO'd. Her hymen tore apart pathetically, and she came right then and there.
This was all for today. All that insane “training” I'd put her through under the guise of discipline. Snow was always wild, running rampant, selfish as hell, constantly trying to steal a taste of my cock. I'd controlled her access to my cum, letting her pent-up lust build and build inside that young orc body— all to unleash it now, to drill the pecking order between male and female into her once and for all.
I sucked on her steak-sauce-smeared tits and whispered.
“Looks like our little jammin' Snow's all talk.”
“Hik... hik... hik...♥”
“Time for a real dad's lesson, you brat.”
Slap!
“Higiik?! Th-the cock... it's getting... bigger...?!”
She panicked at the sensation of my cock swelling even more inside her. It wasn't in her plans—no way she'd predicted this. As it filled her guts to the bursting point, her limbs flailed and spasmed wildly.
Slap slap slap!
“Uhhek, hahik?! Wh-why?! I-I'm a half-orc too! Th-this... this can't...!”
“Half-orc, huh? Don't get cocky! You're a human-orc hybrid, but I'm the pureblood orc who gave you that blood. Your pussy and my cock? Perfect superior-inferior match!”
“Th-that's not... hugaahhh?!”
I smashed the ceiling of her womb to shut her up, and her eyes rolled back for a split second. Less than a second, but the massive shock to her womb blacked her out cold.
“S-stop, stop! Please stooop!!”
“No way. I've been too soft on you lately—gotten way too cheeky. Time to straighten you out proper with this cock club!”
This was her first real fuck, the young half-orc Snow. She'd played with my cock like a toy back in the day, figured mating would be the same, spread her legs for an orc like it was nothing. But reality hit harder than her fantasies, and now she was squirming to retreat, trying to pull off my cock.
But then—
“Eh? Grandma? Mom?”
“Losing your virginity for the first time, and you wanna pull off without a creampie? Cheeky little thing.”
“Hee hee, you must've loved teasing your mom when she came from Master's cock, huh?”
Veronica Isis and Sylvia Isis grabbed her shoulders, one on each side. Snow realized things had gone from bad to worse—her trembling legs tensed as she tried to stand and bolt.
“Grit your teeth.”
“Don't tense up, or it'll rip right through.”
Fwoooomp!
I snapped my hips up hard, and at the same instant, Veronica and Sylvia pressed her shoulders down. The upward thrust collided with the downward force right in her womb, bulging out her pale belly just like it had with them.
“Kriiieeeek?!”
A guttural orc screech ripped from Snow's throat. Unlike her human days, this life-threatening intensity awakened the dormant orc blood in her, surging instinctively.
“Kri, kriii...!”
Her cute, doe eyes vanished, replaced by the feral glare of an orc staring up at me. Humans might not get it, but orc mating is brutal. We're overflowing with energy, our genitals hyper-developed—when orcs go into heat, they can fuck nonstop for a month straight, clinging to each other.
“Slurp... cock... cock...!”
Snow licked her lips at the prime male before her, then clamped her frog-spread legs around my waist like a vice.
The human Snow had tried to flee my cock. But orc Snow followed her instincts, pulling it deeper into her womb.
“Master.”
“It's fine. Orcs are like this. That's why there are so damn many of us.”
They really do fuck like this—hundreds die every year from burst organs or whatever during mating. Not just from fighting outsiders; gotta battle your own bitches in bed too. Makes sense.
Point is?
“Gotta hammer that superior-inferior dynamic right into her body here and now.”
I needed to teach orc Snow the greatness of her father—imprint obedience to me as the male into her blood with my cock.
“Gimme cock! Cock cock cock cock cooock!!!”
The second Snow flopped back on the table, her thighs around my waist hardened, lifting my whole body clean off the ground. Orc Snow hoisting me up with her leg strength.
“Well, look at you.”
I didn't dodge. Instead, the moment she lifted me fully atop her, I hurled my body forward.
No matter how strong Snow was, she couldn't handle a pureblood orc's full power.
“Kheeeek?! Wh-what...?!”
She'd tried to pin me and milk my cum, but ended up pressing herself instead.
Thud thud thud!Slap! No—thud!
I usually hold back on mating presses with the females. Sure, it's the surest way to impregnate, but with humans as the base, who knows what could go wrong when a massive orc slams down. Table might shatter—but hey, like we're short on cash!
“Haa...♥”
“M-Master? We could do it that intense too...♥”
They'd toughened up lately—even Veronica and Sylvia were egging me on for a mating press.
Anyway, Snow was paying dearly for thinking she could suck me dry like a straw. My full body weight turned the pistoning into straight-up violence, foam bubbling at her mouth.
“Kheeeek, hek, hiiiiiik?! Am... aaaaamazing...!”
“One fire-attribute good girl is enough with Sylvia. Our Snow can be the lewd-attribute good girl!!”
“Heh... heh... more... more... smash that cock into my pussy...! Crush my womb if you want, kaaaaah!!”
Pink hearts bubbled in Snow's fierce, wild eyes. The orc ferocity awakening inside her was submitting to me, the male, swearing loyalty.
“Human or orc, still a weak pussy through and through. You've got a long way to go to catch up to Sylvia.”
“F-forgive meee... fill Snow's brand-new womb with Daddy Master's cuuuuum...♥”
Even her words were shifting without her realizing. Human Snow called me Daddy out of affection; orc Snow submitted as an orc. The two bloods finally fused completely.
My sons might be different, but I doubted it—Snow was probably unique. Unlike her brothers born more orc-like with my thick blood, she was a perfect 50/50 mutant of my blood and Sylvia's.
“Snow, squeeze Master's cock with your womb and take his cum!”
“That's how you'll get fertilized!”
Not words you'd say to your own granddaughter and daughter, but Veronica and Sylvia encouraged her, gently stroking her belly. Like a mom rubbing her whiny kid's tummy when it hurt as a child.
Of course, their mouths spewed filth, urging her to clench tighter for the cum from their orc cock. This was the Isis family dynamic!
And then—squish.
“Hik?!”
Her womb quivered around my cock, shaking like an earthquake. A sensation I'd felt through Sylvia after she'd birthed fifteen of my brats. So familiar, so welcome.
She was ovulating.