Orc's Sow: Birthing Bliss in the Autumn Cabin
The autumn sun still burned hot, though cool breezes were starting to whisper through the forest around the orc cabin. Thwack! Thwack! "Ah! Ah! M-Master!" "Hold still!" Today, like every day, the cabin was swept up in a whirlwind of mating heat. Silveryia and I were utterly absorbed in breeding, her hands clutching her swollen belly—bulging once more—as milk spurted from her breasts.
Was it because she'd borne orc children that her womb had reshaped itself to fit me so perfectly? The day my first child, Silver Grizzly, was born, Silveryia lay there exhausted after delivery, and the sight drove me wild. I fucked her right there in the water, and like clockwork, she got pregnant again. Now she was writhing on the bed, moaning like a bitch in heat.
"Wh-what if Silver Grizzly comes back and sees?"
"He's seen plenty already. What's the big deal about catching us at it now?"
My son Silver Grizzly—three months old, half-orc, half-human—was out hunting beasts to feed his mother. What? You think it's weird for a three-month-old to be out hunting? "Don't normal half-breeds outpace their parents?" I asked, pounding away at her hips.
Silveryia rattled her piercings as she gasped, "I-I don't know! But normal ones don't grow that fast in just three months...!"
Word was, with most races—goblins aside—half-breeds dilute the bloodline. So an orc-human mix should produce some middling kid with traits halfway between the two. But could you say that to the towering orc striding into the house, a wild boar slung over his shoulder?
Bam! "...I'm back."
At first, I racked my brain wondering why. Maybe our kid was a genius? Silveryia and I played ring-around-the-rosie with him sandwiched between us, thrilled at his prodigy status. But yeah, he was a little off. The day we started making his sibling, he shot up overnight. Crawling after two weeks, walking at one month, human-sized at two, and now, at three months, nearly full-grown orc height. Smaller than me, sure—half-breed perks—but what the hell?
Even orcs don't grow that fast. As I hammered straight thrusts into Silveryia's pussy, pondering the cause, a nagging half-certainty hit me.
"That old man back then!"
"Huh? Ahh! Rub the glans there more, pleeease!"
While hunting for a new arm in the Demon King Castle, that creepy old guy cackling to himself handed me one. What if the blood in that arm—right by the heart—mixed with mine and fucked with my genes? That's theory one. No proof, though. Hell, this world's science is flat-earth level—no gene sequencing here.
Theory two: Something's wrong with me as an orc from birth. Whatever. Anyway, Silver Grizzly, back home, fondled some random spear he'd picked up and watched us fuck.
Thrilled that her grown son was witnessing our rut, Silveryia beckoned him over, her belly aching from labor.
"Welcome back?"
"Yes."
"Ah, ah! Th-that stiff talk... you're definitely not like your father, ahh!"
Silver Grizzly shot me a long look, then turned away sharply. "I wouldn't want to take after a father who tossed his newborn into the river."
"You little shit—hey! That was... ugh, I'm cumming!"
Splurt!
"Ahhhhaaaang!! S-sudden creampie!! C-cumming! In front of our son, I'm cummiiing!!"
Not content with just getting caught by her adult son, Silveryia lost it completely from the creampie amid it all. Milk sprayed to the ceiling as she collapsed in ecstasy, but she quickly buried her face in my crotch and started slurping my cock clean.
"Nothing beats my sow like this—she's prettiest right here."
Even as my cum leaked from her pussy, she sucked devotedly. In that moment, life felt perfect: satisfaction, conquest, superiority—this bitch was mine.
"Hey! How long you gonna milk that? Yeah, I tossed you in the water, but I fished you right out!"
"Yes, Father couldn't stand watching Mother gasp for air, so you pulled me out."
Look at this brat flicking his tongue. Aside from his looks, he takes after me zero percent. Fine, fathers are destined to grudgingly yield to their kids, right? Yeah, not because I can't counter that.
"So, what's with the spear?"
"W-wait, Silver Grizzly? Over there... ahhn!"
Claiming my little mental victory, I kneaded Silveryia's freshly cleaned tits as she finished up. Pointing at the spear, our son twirled it like a wuxia master.
"...You take after your mom, huh?"
I use axes or clubs—spear's all her. As I squeezed her milk-jiggling tits like dough, he froze mid-swing at the leaking milk. The ex-knight, impressed by her son's spearwork, shyly offered her other breast—the one not currently being mauled.
"Want some milk?"
"...Yes."
What a mama's boy. One whiff of milk and he's latched on, suckling away.
"Grown-ass orc clinging to mommy's tits?"
"I'd rather not hear that from you, Father."
Two full-grown orcs suckling one sow—unsightly as hell. Time to impart some fatherly wisdom from my time here.
"Why do you think bitches have two tits? One's for me to suck, the other's for me to grope. I'm lending you this one special."
He eyed me pitifully at the "not yours" bit. Yeah, laugh now—wait till you get your own sow.
"For real, you think this tit's yours 'cause you're the kid? Be honest—that night you were born, Bambi suckled it dry!"
"...Bambi?"
Bambi the buck deer, still peeping from outside. Yeah, that Bambi. We adopted him when his mom ditched him on Silver Grizzly's birth—Silveryia nursed him. Now he thinks she's mom; perfect mount for her later.
"Seeing you and Bambi nursing Silveryia? Moved me to tears."
"That day, our babies were so cute I cried a little too."
Silveryia cried from her pussy, of course. Sated, Silver Grizzly wiped milk from his lips and pointed at the discarded spear.
"I went to the main road for a bit and saw some humans—"
"What?!"
Couldn't let that slide. I laid the still-dazed Silveryia down and dragged Silver Grizzly outside.
"They spot you?"
"I-I left bear tracks right before they saw and bolted into the woods..."
"Spit it out! Spotted or not?"
"Not spotted. No witnesses."
"For real?"
"Yes."
Still young, but sharp like his mom in a pinch. Experience lacking, though—could've missed something, like an unwitting witness.
I beckoned him close. He leaned in cautiously.
"We're here at least three more years. Your mom's belly won't deflate with all the siblings coming. Get it?"
"Humans might bring soldiers—stay cautious."
"Right. If you wanna help her, go make your own litter."
"Pardon? Make a... female?"
"Yeah, you're a proper male, if a bit small. Time for your own sow—hands and feet optional."
"Like you did, Father?"
Grown but green—pubescent curiosity piqued. "Heard from your mom, huh?"
"Yes, from first meeting to her becoming your sow—all of it."
Silveryia, you spilled too much.
"Oho, impressions?"
"Father's the lowest scum."
"To an orc, that's high praise."
Smart kid—he'd heard the species history from mom, knew he wasn't born from sweet romance. Then he asked:
"Why pick Mother as your sow? Why not leave her for other orcs—"
-Ahhhhuuuuuk?!
Perfect timing—waters broke. Panicked Silveryia waved desperately at me through the window. Not a question for now. I pointed sternly.
"Anyway—never let humans see you. Orcs existing can't leak yet. I don't care, but don't make your laboring mom suffer."
"Understood."
Even marital privacy's orc education. That's how I grew; all orcs will now.
Heading in, he grabbed my shoulder.
"Why go back?"
"Promised your mom."
"What...?"
"Creampie mandatory when waters break and baby's coming."
"During birth?!"
"That's how you popped out, kid."
"?!?!?!"
Leaving the shockingly sensible son, I rushed in. My breeding sow Silveryia wailed for me.
"Master! Master! The baby's—!"
"Spread 'em!"
"Y-yes!"
Squelch! She looked stunned by the gushing fluids, but at my word, legs flew open. I slammed into her pussy.
"Ooooh yeah!"
I blew immediately.
"Haaaang!! Creampie while birthing!! Beeest!! ♥"
Silver Grizzly watched his sibling's birth and parents breeding from the window. This is orc family ed. What a fantasy world, huh?