Silver Hits Puberty – Silveryia's Spear Lessons
"Silver must be hitting puberty, huh?"
"Ah... delicious, right?"
At my sudden words, Silveryia—who'd been breastfeeding our second son, born just a few months ago, while slurping on my cock—blinked her eyes wide and turned to me.
"A three-month-old getting puberty? Does that even happen to orcs?"
She shot me a look that screamed, Do orcs even have puberty? And yeah, I got it—no wild orc scraping by in the wilderness would deal with that shit.
"Hell if I know. But he's not just any orc—he's our kid, half-human from you and me."
"Yes...♥ Such a fine boy."
A half-human, half-orc—just that fact alone had Silveryia heating up again, her eyes glazing over with lust. So I gave her exactly what she craved, slamming my cock right in.
"I've given him the basics as a dad, y'know? But being half-human might leave him lacking. And damn, he takes after you—more into martial arts than females."
Today, he'd grabbed that spear we picked up the other day and bolted out at dawn.
"Hngh! H-He'll grow big and strong. Just like you, Master!"
"That's why I need your help."
"Huh?"
He's no ordinary orc. Better he gets proper one-on-one from his ex-knight mom than die fumbling with a spear like an idiot.
"I can handle fists or axes, but spears and swords? Total noob. That's why we keep a knight around."
With that, I flopped back. Silveryia, cradling our second son in her arms, climbed on top, snatching my cock into her pussy like it was candy and starting to grind her hips.
"Hehe, cowgirl♥"
Two births under her belt, and that knight body was still rock-solid. Just like the day she'd offered her virginity, her smooth eleven-pack abs gleamed beautifully as she planted her hands on my stomach and rolled her hips soft and slow.
Squelch—squelch—
"Nngh! Second baby's nursing... so nasty♥"
Her tits jiggled with every twist, and our second son clung on, suckling away.
"You babied Silver like fine china, but now you're all orc-style parenting."
"Th-That's...! Ah, anyway! I'm not a knight anymore!"
Back when Silver nursed, she'd freak if I bucked my hips. Now? Kid on the tit or not, she chased her lust. Blushing, she squealed at me.
"I'm no knight! I'm Master's sow! I love swinging cock more than any sword!"
She looked pissed. I snapped my hips up to match.
"M-Master! We agreed no bucking in cowgirl—ah!"
"You little bitch, I ask you to train the kid and you yap?"
"B-But training means less cock time for—mmph?!"
I clamped her mouth shut, but too late. Real petty now, I thrust harder, pounding her womb.
Mencius's mom moved three times for his education. Wonder what she'd have done with an orc hubby.
Anyway, "Blind to cock, ignoring your son's training? Mom fail."
As my glans poked her womb, Silveryia—hungry for baby three—slammed her ass down hard.
"Yesss! I'm a failure mom! Rotten mother! Heartless sow with no maternal love! Cold bitch who loves Master's cock more than her kids—oooh!!"
Her hips went wild. Countless fucks had taught her my timing. She clenched her womb like she was begging for number three.
But—
"Eh?"
My cock slipped out just as she crested toward climax, cum and all. Silveryia let out a dumb squeak.
Her belly-full love bat had vanished.
"Master? Glrk?! A-Again, my ass?!"
Spluuuurt—
Before she could process, I flipped her, dumped in her back pussy, and she wailed in ecstasy.
"M-Master, why... why not my pussy..."
Even cumming anally, she whined about no pussy creampie. I whispered at her lips.
"Want baby three? Go fetch your son. He's mine too—no dying on me."
"!!"
Didn't expect the baby blackmail? My loyal sow handed over our second son—who'd been nursing through the chaos—still latched on her nipple.
"Watch Silverian! I'll be right back!"
Our silver orc second son, Silverian Grizzly, stuffed with milk and snoring away. Like his big bro, he was silver-furred. Wonder if all ours will be.
Silveryia bolted out, ass leaking cum, buck-naked.
Too fast—I lost her. But I had ways to track my sow. Scooping up the sleeping kid, I followed.
"Like Hansel and Gretel with breadcrumbs, I just follow her cum trail. Heh."
Orc world? No fairy-tale endings. Silveryia hadn't gone a day without my cum bath since becoming mine. Tracking was easy.
Dollops of sticky white every few steps...
"Huh? W-Where? He should be around here..."
There—silver-haired beauty coated in white, searching the grass.
I strode up. "Whatcha doing?"
"Ah! Master! I think I tossed my sword around here!"
"Right here."
"Huh? Eek?!"
Her plump ass tempted as she whined about not finding it. I jammed the dildo I'd grabbed up her anus. She yelped, pissing herself in shock. I patted her ass; she hopped up.
"You scared me!"
"Sword found. Now go."
"Huh?"
Blank stare. Then she felt the familiar anal stretch, shivered with realization, and dashed toward where first son might be.
"Huh?"
Where she'd stood—dug up from her piss-and-dash—a glint. Dug it out: dirt-caked sword. The one that lopped my arm years back, scarred my eye forever.
Right underfoot, and she missed it?
"..."
Ex-knight pissing on her own sword? Fucking hot. Kid training? Screw it—cock throbbed. Grabbed the piss-soaked blade and chased her.
Training? When I'm horny? Daughter-loss scarier than muscle-loss. Find her quick!
But no tracks. Cum trail? Oh right—
"Ah."
I'd plugged her ass with the dildo!
"Shit! Shit! Shiiiit!"
Precious cum wasted on the ground! Panic fried my brain.
"Baa—"
"Second son!"
Silverian babbled, then sniffed the air one way.
"Whoa! Smart kid—you smell Mom!"
Suckled hard earlier, still wants more? "Way sharper than your bro!"
No deadweight like Silver. Dancing with joy at his smarts, I crashed through grass. Clacking wood—trees? No, his sniffing intensified.
Toward the source...
Clack!
"Faster! Enemies won't wait!"
"Yes, Mother!"
Clack!
My naked sow—silver bush, clit piercing gleaming—parried first son's spear thrusts with the dildo.
Heartless bitch mom stabbed without mercy. Years of cock-wrestling hadn't dulled her; she was sharper than day one. Minimal moves, dodging and smacking his spear-hand with cum-drenched dildo.
Clack!
"Faster—not bigger swings!"
"M-Mom! Even so, hitting my hand with that..."
First son cringed at the mom-cum-and-juice-smeared dildo. Silveryia eyed him pityingly.
"Gonna whine that to enemies? 'Don't stab me, your weapon's dirty'?"
"That's..."
Slurp sluuuurp—
Silveryia just sucked the dildo clean with a sigh, ignoring him.
First son tilted his head at her sighing over fave cum. She said,
"Too honest—you take after me. Trouble."
"Huh?"
"Your moves."
"My moves?"
"Mommy's a cock-addicted sow now, can't live without your dad-Master's dick. But once, top-five knight on the continent."
"...Yes."
Hand on cum-smeared cheek, reminiscing her glory.
"Honesty ain't bad. Easy to read, but Mommy was that good. Hundreds of monsters fell to this hand!"
Yeah. Time for my entrance. I snuck behind her. First son was rapt; she sensed me, arched her ass back, pussy winking.
"But,"
Squelch!
"Hiiik?!"
She knew, but late—slammed in. Forgot to clench, quaking. I latched second son on her nipple and took the reins, thrusting.
"But on the battlefield, first time meeting a sneaky bastard like your dad—not honest moves, just brute force and muscle—this sow mom met her variable."
"And became Master's breeding sow~!"
Slap slap slap!
Sudden baby-making before him—first son's face twisted. Tough luck, halfbreed. Shoulda known.
"No 'coward' in war. Wasn't sneaky? You wouldn't exist, and Mom couldn't live this lusty life."
"Not sneaky? I'd be dead by your mom. Know how scary she was?"
Silveryia ground her cock-sucking pussy, clinging tight.
"Ahn~ Why bring that up, you tease... aaahn! R-Right there, scrape more!"
Now comfy, I rolled. Her womb-gate swung open like an auto-door.
"Like this? Pardon the intrusion~"
"H-Haaah... so goooood... making baby three during training...♥"
"Special treat—train first son, make second his sibling?"
"Y-Yes! Womb pierced by Master's cock, nursing second, showing first what a rotten mom looks like—knock me up!!"
Impaled and swinging, she flashed her knight-commander glare, beckoning first son. He sighed at the shame-show but thrust his spear.
"Slow! Spear like Master's cock—blink-speed—ooooh♥"
Parrying kid's spear with dildo like nothing, mid-role.
"What? Knight slower than orc cock?"
"B-But even that orc cock never pierced a knight's egg—ooooh..."
Squelch squelch squelch!
First son half-doubted her nonsense at first. But seeing her block flawlessly? Serious now. Gap clear: three-month infant vs. ex-Silver Lily captain.
"Hah... hah..."
Kid winded. Her? "Ah, ahn! W-Womb, tighter! Cum quick! Wanna breed! Breed me!"
"What if your eggs dodge my sperm?"
"Eh?! N-No way! S-So... yeah! Third-rate eggs! Mine are trash! Can't dodge Master's arrow-fast cum—spluuuurt—c-comingggg!!!"
She toyed with him easy, milking my load with her womb.
"..."
In this absurdity, I knelt slow, yanked out. Cum drooled from her thighs as she collapsed. Turned to first son.
"You asked before? Why pick your mom over other bitches? Silveryia—answer him."
Drip drip. Her pussy still winked, elastic. 'Pussy reply'?
Fertilized baby three before son's eyes, she crawled on all fours, smack-kissed my cock in thanks, then told first son,
"Dad's orc, Mom's knight... need more reason...?"
Autumn: crops bow to earth, signaling bounty. Teaching a wandering son life's truths amid our fucked-up plenty. Our house? Overflowing harvest.