Orc's Sow: Summer Bang Bang Bang Bang-!
"Do you know why orcs have such huge numbers?"
"Ahh! Because... ahh! Orcs are way stronger than humans... ahh! Right? Hnng! Master... please... go a little easier! There's your baby in my belly!"
"You're the one saying that? You, the female knight known as the orc slayer? And orcs are tough from the womb— no matter how rough I get, the kid's fine."
Irritated by her bringing up the baby, I thrust my hips even harder. Sylvia wailed, "I... I've lost to you three times already! Once on the battlefield to your strength... once to your courage... and now once more to this cock piercing me! Ahhn!"
I yanked hard on the tits of the former female knight who dared claim orcs were superior to humans.
"M-My milk's leaking!"
Grabbing the piercings on her breasts and pulling, white milk spurted from Sylvia's nipples. As I slammed my hips, her pussy clenched around me tighter than any worried mom should, and her leaking milk arced through the air in beautiful patterns.
"What kind of female knight are you? You were called a hero once! And you lose to an orc every damn day!"
"Ahh! A knight can't beat her orc master... I-I'm cumming again, Sylvia's cumming!"
Thus, the silver-haired knight suffered another defeat to the wicked orc's surprise creampie today.
Anyway, right now it's just me, but back in the day, this continent was crawling with rats, then goblins, then orcs—you name it. The human-to-orc ratio? For every one human, there were about ten orcs, and thirty goblins as a bonus.
Unlike humans who built safe walls and hunkered down, how did orcs thrive everywhere on the continent, forming packs wherever they pleased in the wild?
The answer lay in the plump, pregnant belly I was caressing right now.
"Even humans can't help it once they get knocked up with an orc spawn."
Fertilized in early spring when the buds were just sprouting, but since the spawn was orc despite the human mother, she was already nearing full term after the standard three-month orc gestation.
"Hehe, even a famous knight lady turns into a big-bellied pregnant sow the moment Master unloads his cum."
"Gonna have to keep slamming my cock straight into your womb and flooding it from now on?"
This magical adaptability was a big factor in why orcs multiplied so fast. But that was secondary—the main reason was the orcs' bodies, innately stronger and breeding-optimized compared to humans.
Orcs here started over two meters tall. Hell, the two-meter ones got teased as runts. Compared to humans maxing out at two meters, it was insane.
Evolved for harsh survival, male orcs could control their elephantine cocks, females had two rabbit-like wombs for alternating pregnancies, and they were in heat every damn day. Bigger and tougher than humans, with a three-month gestation—one-third of humans' ten months—they could even overlap pregnancies. Their sturdy bodies ovulated right after birth for females and readied males for more breeding. Unless an orc sow died, her belly never deflated.
Result? Orcs outnumbered humans ten-to-one.
But why only ten times if they popped 'em out nonstop? Fuck, we lived in the barren northern continent—cross one ridge and monsters everywhere greet you with a "hello!" Births matched deaths. All critters are weak as shit when young.
That's why just tenfold.
"But orcs aside... aren't humans too damn accepting of any old seed?"
Sylvia, basking in the afterglow of my massive creampie, dragged her heavy belly over and started her usual cleanup on my cock.
*Slurp slurp!* "Too accepting? Me?"
"Damn right. Orcs like me, goblins—any monster shoots their load in a human, and bam, they get pregnant no matter the species. They take that bastard spawn right in the womb."
"...You're right?"
No matter the sperm, it morphs into their own kid. Eggs adapt to whatever semen invades, synthesizing life without hesitation—the inhuman eggs of human bitches!
*Slurp slurp!*
"Heh, Sylvia, you gonna end up pregnant from some stray mutt's cum someday?"
"Mmph! Mmph!"
Even choking on her own throat, her innate lewdness made her tighten for my pleasure over her discomfort. Imagining dog cock? Her throat clenched even chewier.
"Swallow."
I pressed her head down, blasted her stomach with cum, then let go. *Gulp!* Sylvia smacked her lips and looked up at me.
"Curious? If I could get knocked up by dog cum?"
"...Kinda, heh."
She licked her lips, maybe picturing it. Of course, as my loyal sow, she'd spread for anyone on my command—fuel for filthy fantasies.
I wasn't into NTR, but if my cute bitch went into heat and some stud dog came sniffing, I wouldn't stop it. Sounded fun. If it actually happened later, I'd decide then.
"That curious?"
"Aren't you?"
"Kinda..."
Watching my lecherous grin with delight, Sylvia smirked proudly, stroking her moon-round belly.
"But sorry—my womb's booked for life with Master's babies. No room for puppies."
With a "What'cha gonna do?", she spread her fingers in a V, showing off her cum-drooling pussy, then shook the piercings on her milk-leaking nipples with her other hand, taunting me.
"Ah! Why the 66 taunt?!"
*Squelch—!* "It's here again—Master's tireless cock!!"
(Note: 66 means meat toilet. 6 for "meat," doubled for her huge tits.)
Clinging to me, she started painting our ceiling with her own Milky Way, like Hera in the myth.
"Ahhng! Spraying milk feels so good!"
I lapped it up, and she giggled, kissing me. Anything from my cock went straight into or on her body—days without orc cum or piss stench on her were rarer. Sweeter than any perfume to me. My sow reeking of me? Pure love.
I slid my hands under her thighs, lifting her. She loved being skewered like meat, but mindful of the baby, she braced on my shoulders and arched back.
Unexpected for a masochist who craved rough handling—motherly instinct unbeatable? I knocked on her sealed womb, and she freaked, clinging tight.
"Y-You'll really hurt the baby!"
"My siblings were born from Dad mid-fuck."
One was even named 'The Second Mad Bastard Born from a Mad Bastard Fucking Between a Mad Bastard and His Mad Bastard Wife.' Long-ass name, fuck.
Suddenly spilling family lore mid-thrust piqued her interest—Sylvia stared curiously.
"You have siblings?"
"Yeah."
Kid me roamed more than home, greeted by orcs in the woods after dumb shit—some were siblings.
"Dead now."
"Ah..."
Like I said before, that hero bitch holy-sworded our village to oblivion. Probably dead. Or suicided—wouldn't put it past him. Who lives with that name?
*Squelch squelch—*
"W-Why the sudden hip thrust?!"
"Paying respects to my bro with 108 pistons."
Hadn't honored the family yet. For them, and orc prosperity, 108 cock-bows into my sow's womb.
"Got it? Clench that pussy tight!"
"Y-Yes! Clenching! Clenching!"
Cicadas chirped outside, but inside? Endless *squelch squelch*. Animal Kingdom anywhere.
About 47 bows in...
"Mmph! Mmph!"
"?"
Sylvia suddenly gagged, hand over mouth.
61 more to 108—health issue? Then—
"Master."
"What? Problem?"
"I... suddenly crave something sour."
"...?"
Orc three-month term hit human morning sickness timing. Nearing birth and morning sickness? Human mom, so normal for her?
"Nah, why follow human rules, sow?"
"Why so sweet-talky today?"
Yeah, can't deny my breeding bitch anything. Still buried in her, I headed for the door.
"M-Master!"
"Heh, forest's empty of humans anyway. Embarrassed?"
She puffed her cheeks, sat up, pointing at her porcelain face.
"You haven't creampied my face yet! Gotta show any peeking humans clear—I'm Master's sow!"
"Oh."
Who could stop this slut?