Orc's Sow: Winter
-Creak… “Hoo… haa…”
-Creak… “This is nice too… feeling Master's cock so leisurely like this…”
The weather had turned bitterly cold, and the forest trees had already shed all their leaves, shyly baring their naked forms. Silveryia, who strutted around butt-naked year-round without a care, sat with me in the rocking chair her first and second sons had specially made for her.
“Hngh!”
Of course, as always, her naked body was swollen with my child in her belly. With every sway of the rocker, she savored my cock thrusting deep inside her from tip to root. Then Silveryia hugged me tight.
“Aren't you cold?”
“I'm in Master's arms.”
She purred against my chest, saying it was warmer and cozier than anywhere else. I stroked her head and gently trailed my fingers down her back. She shuddered with a “Ha-ut!” and burrowed even deeper into me.
“With the first one, you wouldn't even hug me 'cause it might hurt the baby.”
“After popping out the second, I realized half-orcs like ours ain't human—you can't raise 'em by human rules.”
She added slyly that since you're having 'em anyway, might as well enjoy it, all while twisting her hips in a figure-eight to tempt me more.
“Heh, you're slow on the uptake.”
“Hngh… what do you mean?”
“Judging guys like me by human thinking is plain stupid.”
I'd felt it back on the battlefield, watching my crazy brats under me. Humans see a bird flying overhead and think, Man, wish I could fly too. My monster kids? Mmm, looks tasty. Point is, you can't view this world through human common sense.
I carefully picked up the blanket made from wild boar hides scattered nearby and draped it gently over the vixen devouring my cock for winter hibernation—starting from Silveryia's ass.
“Hehe, so thoughtful.”
“Sarcasm?”
“Nah, why would I? Master caught a hotshot knight like me, turned her into a sow who can't live without cock, and kept my belly full the whole year—got no complaints.”
She said it with a prim face, but her honey-dripping eyes had me hard as hell instead of pissed.
“You little tease!!”
“Y-you said no hip-shaking…!”
“'Cause you're making this sow horny as fuck.”
I grabbed her juicy tits as she whined in my arms and squeezed hard.
“B-breasts! The milk…!”
“Winter's perfect for warm milk, but shame we don't keep cows.”
Even after nursing two kids, her tits had only gotten bigger and jigglier. I pinched them lightly, and Silveryia grabbed her own piercings as she spoke.
“How about fresh sow milk that never runs dry, year-round?”
“How could I not adore you, you cute little thing?”
-Creak-creak-creak-
“Ah-hat! Th-thank youuu! Th-thank you for calling me cuuute!”
The rocking chair screamed in protest under us, but the ears of these two heated-up male and female beasts were deaf to it. The ultimate female form—that never got old no matter how many times I held her—glowed red by the furnace fire. She caressed her bloated belly full of my spawn like it was precious, begging for cum, smiling like she wouldn't miss a drop of maternal love or lust for our kid as she hugged me again.
“Aang! Squeeze harder! Abuse Silveryia's nipples more!”
I filled a big bowl at my fingertips with her milk, and the sow—thrilled at being milked like livestock—sprayed it like a faucet even after I let go.
“Getting off on being milked like a beast in front of your sons? Ain't you ashamed?”
“Ack! Silver! Silverian! What're you staring at?! Turn away, aang!”
They must've heard her slutty cries while chopping wood in the yard and come to gawk as she lactated wildly. Normally, I wouldn't wanna show 'em either. But this was education time. Half-orc or not, you can't raise orcs like humans.
“Heh, so what if they see? Silver! Silverian! Wanna lose your virginity? Ass pussy's fine too.”
“Yes?!”
She patted my chest, shocked at my words.
“Nah, not really.”
“Nope.”
Firstborn kept his eyes averted but stayed chill. Secondborn was already dropping trou, so I made a throat-slitting gesture—come closer and die—and he tsked, backing off.
“Who'd he get that horniness from?”
“…”
“Why're you looking at me?!”
“Aang! I-I didn't say anything! Unfairrr!”
She wailed her innocence on my cock, so I slammed her pregnant pussy hard. Splurt—
“Ow.”
The rocker, screaming through our rough fuck, finally gave up heroically. I fell flat on my ass, but that was fine. Pfwoook—!
“H-giiiiiing?!?!?!”
Silveryia, suddenly pile-driving my cock balls-deep into her pussy, rolled her eyes and passed out.
“Mercy.”
But I hadn't cum yet, so no way was I pulling out. I flipped the fainted Silveryia around in a hug, then wrapped the big blanket I'd dropped earlier around us like an apron.
It started to slip down, but her massive milkers snagged it tight—no second tumble. Looked kinda like a kangaroo pouch. Reality? A pathetic sow passed out impaled on an orc cock. Anyway, I gathered the chair wreckage and chucked it at my still-watching sons.
“Clean this shit up, brats.”
“…”
“Dad broke it and now he—!”
Firstborn took after Mom—did the job without bitching. Secondborn? Pure me, rebellious as fuck.
Oh, wait—
“You really gonna fuck your mom just 'cause I said ass pussy? Pants down for what?!”
“Dad asked if I wanted Mom's ass pussy.”
“Gah!”
He wouldn't shut up, so I knuckle-dinged his forehead into the dirt. Orc family ed 101: Keep parent-kid lines clear. Nip climbing the ladder in the bud early.
“…You that hooked on Mom's milk?”
Speak of the devil—he was weirdly clingy with her, and at six months, still suckling like a champ.
“Uhng… S-Silver? M-Mommy's tired right now, milk later…”
Slurp sluuuurp
“G-gonna nurse…!”
…Yup, my family. No normal ones here.
With rough ed lesson done, I called first and second sons—and Silveryia still skewered on my dick—to huddle up.
“No food left in the house.”
…Like a lie, silence hit our home.
“Should've had enough stocked to last the whole winter.”
“You ate it all solo?”
“Shut it.”
If things went to plan, the shed would've been bursting with potatoes.
“Forgot to farm 'em chasing kid-making. Sorry.”
…
“Aing, Master, why say embarrassing stuff like that…♥”
Even with orc logic, my sons eyed me pitifully. Silveryia blushed recalling firstborn-making day, squirming bashfully.
Silver and Silverian stared like what a guy.
Plan was Silveryia plowing fields with a harrow for potatoes once weather eased. But we made Silver there instead—fuck farming. Then nonstop pregnancy sex till summer hit. Summer? Straight to second kid post-birth, forgot crops entirely. Forest fruits? Sweeter than Silveryia anyway. Fall? Time for number three! Firstborn hunted scraps, so zero farming thoughts all year bar winter.
Result: Bumper crop of kids, potato famine.
“Anyway, you brats ruined the farm making you—take responsibility!”