A Month Later: Birthing Frenzy and the Bitch's Leash Test
A month had passed in the blink of an eye.
"Aaaahhh!!"
"The baby's coming out!!"
"Hnnngh! I'm cumming during labor!!"
An unprecedented birthing frenzy was unfolding in the dining hall of the Lord's Mansion in Isis Territory. The mothers weren't anyone special—they were the mansion's maids and female servants. Every sow in the place had her legs spread wide right there on the dining hall floor.
"Alright! On the count of one-two, push all at once! Oneee~ twouu~!"
"Kyaaaahhh?!"
"O-Orc Lord's baby is coming oooout!!"
"Grrraaahhh!!"
Under the command of Sylvia Isis—now noticeably swollen-bellied herself as a veteran instructor in pregnancy and birth—little silver-furred orcs began popping out headfirst from between the maids' spread legs with every barked count. Bodies varied, so births did too. Some had just gotten the head out after straining hard, while others...
"It's out!"
...were already born, letting out those classic orc squeals.
At the cries announcing each birth, I bolted toward them in a hastily donned white gown. For the record, the first-generation kids—my offspring with Sylvia—were all waiting out in the corridor. I was patrolling to check for any mutants like our third child, Snow White Grizzly.
"Hnnngh..."
"Squeeeal! Squeeeeal!"
Nope. Just a regular orc.
This was the seventh one already—a maid who attended Veronica's baths. Nothing special, just your standard orc.
"Ack?!"
I snatched the baby straight from the maid. She reached out in panic at me suddenly taking her child, but I wasn't planning to just chuck the kid away or anything. Just a quick check.
My first-gen orcs took three months to gestate, but their second-gen brats were out in a measly month. Bellies started showing after a week, ballooned fully by two weeks, morning sickness hit at three, and by four, amniotic fluid was bursting everywhere. With such a short timeline, I had to make sure there weren't any defects.
But orcs gonna orc, huh?
"Mmm... Clenching up nice and tight already. Guess that's what you get with an orc sow."
I was inspecting the maid's freshly birthed pussy. Umbilical cord still attached and all, but after taking load after load of orc cum, it was shrinking back like the birth never happened.
"Whoa, check out this squeeze."
Trained tight from endless orc creampies, ready to breed again anytime. But she was still a fragile female at heart, and as the father, I couldn't just go muddying my sons' sows. So I patted her mound reassuringly and said,
"Listen up. No orc babies for you for a while. Meaning no sex."
"...What?"
The maid gawked at me—her big master—like she couldn't believe it.
"You birthed an orc with a plain human body. You'll be bedridden for days."
"What?! Big Master...! I can't stay laid up here long. Call the little masters—please!"
"Hey, this is a delivery room. There are no little masters here."
Sylvia had been the weird one. Normally, they'd be wiped out like this maid. Sylvia begging for my cock right after birth and ovulating again? That was the freak show!
...Explains how Snow got made, huh?
"Anyway, rough fucking's bad for you right now. Keep that in mind."
Anyone short of Sylvia-level needed full rest. I handed the newborn back with some generic "take care of yourself" advice and left the delivery room.
Only the seventh checked, and the verdict? Snow White was the anomaly.
Bang—!
"Father!"
"They out?!"
"Healthy?!"
The first-gen orcs, fidgeting anxiously outside for their siblings' births, mobbed me the second I opened the door. I waved them off—"They're fine, back up!"—and they scattered.
Veronica and Sylvia would be swamped with second-gen births for days, so unless there was something special, I told them "good job" and headed off. No real duties left, so straight to the underground prison.
"Sheesh, these young bucks. Back in my day, you'd fuck your sow while waiting for the litter."
"Woof!"
A bark echoed from below me at my words.
"Aw, there's my Lenaris Nightwalker."
"Woof woof!"
The moment I hit the underground prison, Lenaris bounded over on all fours, pouting like a sulky pup. Still full of fire, but one change stood out...
"Tail suits you perfectly today too."
"Grrr..."
Dog tail plugged in her ass, collar chaining her nipple and clit piercings together.
A month's training, and the gains? "Human speech allowed." "Damn master." She was stuck on that "master" word. Not bad progress, right?
"Drop the 'damn' and it'd be perfect."
"Hmph. Be grateful I haven't killed a filthy orc like you, master."
"Can't kill me, you mean."
The collar had her extra pissy today, no matter what I said. Wonder why...?
Oh.
Mealtime!
I scanned around quick. There it was—a cutesy little handbell on a frilly table that clashed with the prison vibe.
Ding-a-ling~ Ding-a-ling~
Twitch—!
I dashed over and rang it frantically. Lenaris froze stock-still.
Then whoosh—!
"Hah! Hah! Hah!"
Drool flying at the bell's chime, she launched straight for my cock. Like a massive retriever tackling a human, her lightning rush bowled me over backward.
"Hold up!"
"Grrn...!"
In a flash, she yanked my pants down with her mouth, fished out my dick, sniffed it deep... then stuck out her dripping tongue to lick—
But my command halted her cold.
A month's work drilling titles into her, plus Pavlov's dog every mealtime: ring the bell, repeat, repeat...
"Hah! Hah! Hah!"
Result? Handbell rings, and boom—conditioned bitch craving cock without thinking.
Now she sat up straight, front paws bent, begging cutely for permission. Comparing to a month ago? My balls were churning just thinking about it.
"Go ahead and suck."
"Woof!"
Sluuuurp, schluuuurp, sluuuuurp?!
Permission granted, she went wild on my dick. Twirling her tongue around it, playing with it in her mouth, careful not to nick with teeth... then stretching her tongue long to wrap and tug-suck.
"Mmmph! Gaaack!"
Like gagging on a toothbrush scrape, she retched, eyes watering—but never spat it out. If anything, she savored it, throat rumbling deeper with each swallow.
That vibration from the tip, the mouth-pussy squeeze... this is why you fuck mouths. Lenaris licked so damn good.
Couldn't just watch—reached for her pussy with a free hand.
Smack—!
She kicked at my hand instantly.
A month ago, I'd have backed off from that rejection. She hated it then.
"Hmph. Bitch drooling from sucking my cock but always throwing a fit about this?"
"Mmmph?!"
Now? Finger her pussy gently, and she just twitched—no more kicks. Pure theater: "I haven't allowed that yet." More cat than dog.
"Tch, horny little pup."
"Nngh!"
Moderation, now. She wiggled her ass a bit, her anal tail plug smacking my face.