Black Rock Forest
Black Rock Forest—until just a few years ago, it had been monster territory, so it didn't have a proper name, but as trade routes opened through back paths and people started passing through, they gave it one. Despite the name Black Rock, it wasn't all that different from forests across the continent; it was utterly ordinary. The origin of the name was simple: "It's attached to the Black Rock Mountains, so why not just call it Black Rock Forest? What's there to agonize over?" Humans had a habit of simplistic naming—like calling a rock that vaguely resembled an elephant's trunk "Elephant Rock" or one like a turtle's head "Glans Rock"—so this modest forest nestled beside the Black Rock Mountains, which had traversed the continent for centuries, couldn't escape their lackluster sense of nomenclature either. But who cared if it was Black Rock or Red Rock? Crossing this forest meant money just poured in!
After the war ended, the great opening of the north began alongside skyrocketing demand for food from the region. Merchants who had thrived selling weapons and military supplies during the conflict now entered a second golden age. The north's harsh terrain made self-sufficient farming impossible except in a few spots, so savvy traders—quick to sniff out profit—ditched the now-unprofitable military goods and pivoted to the overflowing food supplies right after the armistice. These were the same goods they'd supplied to the alliance as rations for frontline soldiers, skyrocketing to gold-equivalent value pre-armistice, then crashing alongside weapons into toxic inventory... only to explode again with the north's reclamation boom. Jokes flew about money duplicating itself amid the massive boom, turning this nameless, lonely forest for centuries into a bustling hub thronged by merchants hauling food north and those returning laden with riches.
And right now, in this very Black Rock Forest, a merchant named Major was heading north, dreaming of jumping into what could only be called a food gold rush. He envisioned building his own caravan, maybe even becoming a magnate someday. Starting as a foot-peddling peddler, he'd now graduated to three horses pulling three wagons—pretty successful among his peers. Today, too, he was traversing the forest with his entire fortune: those three horses and wagons loaded with food for the north.
Hoot—hoot—the eerie cry of an owl echoed through the quiet woods. At the forest rest stop, one of Major's hired mercenary guards approached him.
"Bit presumptuous, but... how about waiting till dawn to move?"
"Pardon?"
Major, fresh from a refreshing nap dreaming of striking it rich, blinked in bewilderment at the mercenary's sudden killjoy words. The guard, sensing he'd irked his employer, shrank back and explained.
"Well... there's a rumor going around among mercenaries lately."
"A rumor?"
The guards from his last trip hadn't said a word. Had something happened in the meantime? Major pressed, and the mercenary whispered in his ear, glancing around.
"Lately... mercenaries say there's something in this forest."
"?"
"N-no, I mean... Ahem! One of the mercenaries at the rest stop fought as a soldier in the war. He said he saw something here."
"Saw... what?"
"An orc!"
"An orc...?"
Major echoed the unexpected word, but...
"I heard orcs were wiped out by the hero during the war?"
The orc extinction. The hero himself had declared it: he'd obliterated the Demon King Castle in one blow and, without mercy, used his holy sword to eradicate the orcs—the race that had slaughtered more humans on the frontlines than any other—across the northern continent. And he was no other than the Guardian of Humanity. Yet an orc here? Major eyed the mercenary suspiciously, who waved his arms frantically.
"N-no one said I saw it! My buddy said it! A few months back, he lost his spear and explained he'd seen something orc-like...!"
"Something... orc-like?"
That didn't even confirm it was an orc.
Mercenaries—always making a fuss to squeeze more pay.
Unlike Major, who stuck rigidly to the contract's terms, these guys signed on the dotted line and now stirred drama to dip into his pockets more! Once suspicion crept in, it snowballed like an avalanche from the peak.
Fearing damage to his reputation in the mercenary world—where one's name was everything—the guard rushed to add,
"I-I get why you'd doubt it, but hear me out once. Why would I mention this if it meant night travel, which pays double?"
"..."
He had a point. Night or foggy paths—dark as pitch without moonlight—commanded higher fees than sunny days, obviously. And in this beast-free forest, why would the mercenary hype it up to his own detriment? Mulling it over, Major gestured for him to continue. The guard sighed inwardly and spoke.
"A few months ago, my buddy was escorting a caravan through here during the day. He spotted movement in the woods—turns out, an orc taller than him by a head or two."
"Hm..."
"For real. He fought in the war, saw more orcs than most—couldn't have been wrong. He said it was a silver-bodied orc..."
-Ah... ah... Before he could finish, a woman's moan echoed from somewhere. The mercenary gripped his spear, staring into the darkness. The other guards drew swords, and Major—sharp as any merchant—slipped between them to scan the surroundings.
Could an orc really be here? As if his words had summoned it, the guard swallowed hard, torch in one hand, and edged toward the sound. With clouds veiling the moon—robbing them of their lantern—he stepped ultra-cautiously. Then...
"Huh?"
"H-help..."
A dark shape in the brush—feminine silhouette—collapsed. Wary, he thrust the torch forward just as the moon broke free.
"Whoa..."
Silver hair sparkling like the Milky Way, sapphire eyes brimming with fragility, skin white as snowy peaks—a kingdom-toppling beauty slowly revealed in the moonlight spotlight, her pitiful form on display. But closer inspection revealed crimson blooms across that flawless skin, a belly swollen like the full moon cradled in her hands—pregnant—and milky white fluid trickling everywhere. Whatever happened, her ravaged state was clear... yet her allure shone undimmed. Despite her plea, the mercenary gulped, mesmerized.
Beauty fit to make eyes pop—but this was midnight forest, her desperate state, her disheveled look. Certain something was amiss, he called to Major, hiding among the guards.
"Boss? You should come see."
"W-what? Real orc?"
"N-no, not an orc. Some woman."
"A woman?"
A woman in this deserted night path? Major crept over with his other two guards.
And there, "P-please... help..."
Pretty! No—a stunning beauty!
Like the first guard, Major gawked slack-jawed. His escorts did too. A frail, kingdom-toppling nude beauty begging aid, hand trembling outstretched! Major knelt cautiously.
"Eek!"
She flinched back. Quick-witted merchant that he was, he spotted the guards encircling her with weapons—not me, but them—and signaled them to lower arms. Men before a beauty think alike; they sheathed hastily, plastering on innocent faces. Even pure as kids, with her semen-smeared, belly-clutching form—like some erotic print of pitiful lewdness—they all subtly hunched to hide rising bulges.
"Um..."
"Ah!"
Seeing her terror at their stances, Major draped his red poncho over her.
"No idea what happened, but we'll help. Calm down."
"Y-yes... y-you really will...?"
Her frail gaze upward, trembling in fright—even for a moment, Major wanted to give her everything. As he gently helped her up...
"Um... sorry, but..."
"Yes?"
"Could you die? For Master."
"M-..."
-Slash!
The woman's silver hair—scattering starlight in the moon—flashed, followed by wet chunks of flesh cleaved repeatedly. Major whipped around to headless corpses thudding down, rolling heads with clueless expressions...
And her: "Ahh... ♥" amid blood-rain from the sky, fingering her pussy in ecstasy. In seconds, three strapping men beheaded. The thorny underside hidden in delicate petals—but
"Beautiful..."
"Master~ you can come out now~ ♥"
Even that was gorgeous. Licking blood from her face, cooing lewdly for her master—Silveryia Isis. Major stared blankly at her form.
Sapphire bud blooming from silver lily in crimson snow under moonlight—not gazing at him, he knew. But he couldn't look away.
"As expected of Silveryia—solid skills."
"Hehe... ♥"
From shadow even moonlight shunned emerged a massive green orc, striding behind Major—who didn't notice. Or didn't want to. Eyes fixed on the radiant silver lily before him, he refused to turn until she leaped into the orc's arms unashamedly.
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"Hold me."
"Obviously. But what's with him?"
Silveryia hurtled into me—despite her pregnant belly, with speed no woman in labor should muster—and pressed her lips to mine. Her slender snow tongue coiled expertly around mine, sucking without mercy. Familiar metallic tang and blood-scent flooded my nose as she purred contentedly.
"So, what's with him?"
"You know already ♥"
Obviously a merchant, entranced by Silveryia—didn't flee even as an orc appeared, oblivious to his bulging pants while staring.
"Wanna give him a show?"
"Oh, so naughty."
"When have I not been? Play with the poor guy a bit."
"Hehe, as you wish ♥"
Her smile embodied all worldly lewdness. Teasing me, she swayed her ass then crawled cat-like toward the merchant eyeing us sultrily.
"See? Our master... and our kids... ♥"
The merchant just nodded, speechless. Had he glimpsed the silver orcs taking his fortune? Even I'd stare at her over orcs.
"Oh? Might die soon, yet it's standing... such a guy."
Yanking off his pants, she cooed at his upright cock like a cute kid, stroking gently.
"Hehe, looks ready to burst..."
"Don't overdo it, or I'll pull out midway too."
"Aw, jealous? Cute master, ahh ♥"
Seizing the moment she sassed, I plugged her ass-pussy with my cock.
"Nngh! Master's cock in my shithole...!"
"Ignore that—focus on the guy."
"Yessshhh..."
I flicked my cock right, scraping her walls down. Tongue-lolling, she jerked the merchant off.
"Ah... ah..."
"Ugh, hate men's voices."
Irritated—or jealous at another male getting handjob from my sow?—rivalry flared. Thrusting harder than usual, her womb suddenly clamped my cock tighter beyond the barrier.
"?"
"Hic! Th-the baby... baby's moving...!"
Suddenly, the fetus in her womb pressed toward my cock. I'd heard fetuses kick, but squeezing daddy's dick? Best filial daughter—or son—in the world. Hoping daughter, honestly.
Thrashing mindlessly amid my thrusts and fetal squeezes, Silveryia glanced slyly, knowing my thoughts, and pouted.
"M-master... gonna rape your own daughter too...!?"
"We'll see."
"I-I'd prefer a son, though...!"
Still clinging to maternal love or human morals? Probing harder with a snap-thrust, she cautiously explained.
"If it's a girl, she'll take after me... love Master's cock tons... become Master's exclusive slut, ngh... for sure... then..."
So, a super pretty, super lewd daughter... But something irked me. Even her mom Veronica panted it was fine to make her my sow!
"M-master?! Wh-why thrust harder... ahhk!"
"Competing with my unborn kid for cock?! Shameless sow!"
"S-sorry! Sorry, cock-crazed sow!!"
"Can't forgive you disrupting my dream of stacking you, your mom, and our daughter to fuck side-by-side!!"
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-!
"Ahhhhaaa ♥ True demon! True master! King to kneel all bitches worldwide!"
Overexcited, I yanked from her ass—drooling for it—and slammed into her pussy. Instantly, the baby timed perfectly, womb bursting open, amniotic fluid soaking my cock.
"Gaaahh?! B-birth! Another birth!!"
Now ignoring the merchant's dick, she wailed for her own pleasure. Sensing third sibling's arrival, firstborn and second tied the rampaging horses and approached.
"M-master? Why cock—hngggaaa?! W-womb has cock and baby...!"
"Your daughter talk. Gotta imprint early if it's a girl, right?"
"Hnnng ♥ Master's cock and fluids meshing in pussy... can't get enough!!"
Baby at risk or not, she clung tight to the glans invading her womb. Normally I'd pound more to cum, but chilly night—better give the kid daddy's warm seed early.
"Cumming in birth-pussy!"
"Ahhhahaha! Third! Already third!!! Birth!!! Birth-pussyyyyy-!!!!"
Spluuuurt— As I grandly creampied her birth-pussy to bless the newborn...
"Huh?"
Something kissed my glans-tip mid-ejaculation—unlike first two births.
Surely not— Then the baby pushed my cock out, splashhh-!
"Hnnnggguuuh?!?! B-birthhhhaaa!!!!"
My cock sprang free as blue-haired baby emerged, soaked in my cum and fluids. Plopping into human blood-puddle with her amniotic sac, first snowflake of heaven drifted onto her.
No cry from the baby—worried something wrong, I pre-emptively re-inserted into Silveryia's ass to avoid ED, waiting for sons' report.
But
"Girl..."
"Real sister! Healthy, pretty sister!"
Silver Grizzly and Silverian Grizzly, who'd caught the newborn, wiped her wriggling in the poncho and shouted. My cock relaxed in relief. Still buried in her ass, Silveryia slumped against me in afterglow, whispering,
"A girl..."
"Heh, don't fret—orc kid or not, wha—?"
Teasing slyly, I took the baby from sons to nurse—then we both froze identically.
"Why's she... born human-looking?"
First two: silver-furred orcs. But third—this one, uniquely human like Silveryia. Her: silver hair, sapphire eyes. Baby: reverse—sapphire hair like mom, green eyes like dad—gurgling at us.
Not just that. Placed on Silveryia's tit, she eyed it disdainfully, grudgingly latched chomp-suck.
"Imagination...?"
Sucking milk yet glancing at me—suck-glance-suck—like rice spoon, glance at dried fish on ceiling, rice spoon. Baby's vibe: hard-on.
"Aaahh?! M-master again... ♥"
Throbbing huge in her ass-pussy, grinding gently—Silveryia cluelessly melted.
"Anyway... time to name third."
"Snow White."
Not me, not Silveryia, not the kids.
"Oh, you were here?"
The short-dicked merchant, cumming from Silveryia's birth scene.
Gross—three orcs around, yet jerked to her till he blew.
"What was that? Snow White?"
That tale of seven shota-beasts mating...
"Born in first snow... on red blood... girl..."
Faucet-cumming semen from his cock, he kept going till whites rolled back—dead.
"Jerk-death: ultimate cringe."
Smack-smack-
"..."
Winter: brutal days yielding to new year prep. Filling lacks via others' pockets, eyeing newborn daughter's future—sucking mom's tit disdainfully—while pitying the jerk-death kid. A season of quiet worry.