In the small city of Adelheim, where the timber-framed buildings jutted over the cobblestone streets, the Red Stag Inn saw a motley crowd assembled, loud and vigorous. Adventurers young and old were there, with great tankards of beer in hand, all gathered around a single individual. In the middle of the excitement is a tall, red-maned warrior, a wide grin plastered on his face, a tall tankard of sloshing ale in his hand.
“Three cheers for Roderick! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!” the crowd toasted the warrior. The hero basked in the glory, his well-pleased grin causing the scar across his nose to bend and waver. He was no longer the bright youth with all the world before him he’d been years before, and the signs of middle age were beginning to crop on his handsome mien, but only to add distinction to his features. At least, that’s what his admirers told him.
“Thank you, thank you everyone!” Roderick motioned for the crowd to calm down and failed, to his clear appreciation. Only after he theatrically shrugged did the cheers slow down. “I have to say thank you for your congratulations, they’re truly wonderful! I have to say, that giant golem was a real piece of work! Taking it down was hard, but you all know me, I can’t leave trouble like that for good people such as yourselves to face alone!” The cheers burst out of the crowd again, and the adulation filled Roderick with a warmth even better than the beer could give.
As he spoke about how he found the golem, Roderick’s consummate talent in storytelling shone through. Every twist and turn in the narrative, from Roderick stumbling on the rumor of the golem, to being chased by lizardfolk, to finally smashing the crystal that powered the ancient sentinel, was perfectly shaped to cast the greatest glory on Roderick himself.
“I can’t believe he’s getting away with it again,” spoke a dark elf in a tight bandeau, playing with her long knives. She sat in a corner of the Inn with two other women, watching the adoring crowd pour their devotion onto the hero. “Ulfila, seriously, are you listening to what he’s saying?”
“Don’t tell me, Asha,” grumbled the dwarven lady next to her, dressed to celebrate, dirndl struggling to contain her heavy breasts, with her brown hair in long loops. “He’s done this every time we’ve adventured with him. It’s not new.”
“Sure, but it’s still annoying as hell! Each time he tells the story, and we’re not there! I was the one who found the text about the sentinel’s heart, and I’m pretty damn sure Roderick wasn’t the one who knocked the daylights outta the lizard chief! What the hell!” The drow realized what she said, and cast a glance at the matronly nun sitting next to her. “Uh, sorry, Sister.”
The nun, her expression placid and calm beneath her pince-nez glasses, shrugged the tiniest bit. Sister Tyla was older than the rest of the party, but her backbone and presence had saved their skins countless times. She had been Roderick’s first companion, when he had been first pointed out by the goddess as the one to defeat the Demon King. The Demon King was not yet defeated, unfortunately, but Tyla had made sure the bloodline would continue, even if Roderick didn’t live up to his youthful promise.
Roderick scanned the crowd for the loveliest and most attractive ladies while he spoke of his exploits. The man was incapable of keeping his hands to himself, and frankly he didn’t really try that hard either. Barmaids, farmers’ daughters, even monster girls had all gotten some heroic loving from him at some point. Not to mention the three ladies he could see stewing in the corner. Uh oh. He knew what it meant when he saw those expressions on Ulfila and Asha’s faces.
“That’s right, it was a harrowing quest,” he told the crowd, “and truth be told, I couldn’t have done it all by myself.”
The words took a moment to register in the party’s ears.
“Did he just-?” they looked at each other, then at him.
“Truly!” Roderick answered the unspoken questions of the crowd. “If I had been alone, the quest would have ended in ignominy and failure. But those three ladies,” he pointed to the trio, “helped make sure it all came to pass as it needed to!”
Asha and Ulfila smiled as the crowd, half-confused but willing to cheer for just about anything right now, turned to look at them.
“Ulfila the dwarfess may be short, but she’s at the perfect height if you know what I’m saying! I couldn’t have beaten the lizards off if she hadn’t jumped into my arms, it inspired me!”
Ulfila stopped waving.
“Asha isn’t well-known, but guys, if you see how she handles those knives, know that she can handle my sword even better! I was lucky she could drain the poison from me, get me?”
Asha’s mouth dropped open.
“Sister Tyla I’m sure many of you know. But what you probably don’t know is that she cooks the best pancakes you’ll ever have in your life, and when you’re camping in the wilderness for weeks, any taste of home is worth it!”
Tyla’s smile grew imperceptibly brittle.
“So thanks, ladies! I couldn’t have done it without you! A cheer for them!”
“Hooray!” the crowd shouted once, before turning their backs on the trio as one.
The three sat in open-mouthed amazement.
“I jumped off his shoulders to get over the lizard warriors and conk the chief! And he told me he’d keep my paizuri hole a secret!” Ulfila fumed.
“That bastard literally got bit on the leg by a poison snake! I only sucked his dick after because he begged!” Asha ground her teeth.
Tyla sat in silence, but her brow was furrowed, her usually perpetual smile turned into a thin, neutral line.
“I’m gonna fucking murder him-” Asha and Ulfila said at once, then locked eyes together. “No, me!”
“Oh no, elf! That rat bastard’s earned a mighty blow to the head!” Ulfila steamed.
“Fuck off stunty, he needs some torture first!” Asha shot back.
The pair argued over who had earned the right to murder Roderick as the erstwhile hero mingled with the crowd. More than a few pretty adventurers had caught his eye from the podium, and he’d been happy to try and get close to them. But for all Roderick’s fame, his reputation as a cad was never terribly far from catching up with him. He got one light slap for being a little too friendly with a witch, and even though not many others saw it, it put Roderick in a bit of a sour mood.
“Excuse to me, Sir Roderick?” came a clear, accented, definitely female, voice behind the hero. Roderick whirled around, a handsome smile on his face despite the smarting on his cheek.
“Why yes, hello!” he started, taking a moment to glance up and down at his interlocutor. She was cute, in a boyish way, with a head of short, spiky brown hair, and dusky skin that peeked out of her well-treated armor. She had a bright golden bear rearing on her shield, and Roderick could see that the shield had been used well recently. But most importantly, he could see that her breastplate was hiding something good beneath, and the openings in her armored skirt showed strong thighs. “To what do I owe the honor of the acquaintance of such a wonderful woman as yourself?”
The young knight beamed at Roderick’s attention. “I am Sir Diomeda of Paschon, and it is so exciting to have meeting you at last!”
“Paschon?” Roderick’s mind ran, and he tried to place it, before remembering it was where he’d first gotten a reverse paizuri from the Duchess. “Paschon! Yes! Why, that’s half a world away, what brings you here?”
“Ever since you helped to us to defeat that terrible dragon, people still remember your heroism, Sir! I was only a girl when you arrived, but you inspired to me to become a brave heroine who helps people. I came to this Adelheim on my way through the Empire, and when I heard there was to be a celebration to you, I knew I had to stay and thank you.” Diomeda’s passion was bright in her eyes.
Roderick took Diomeda’s hand, making her jump in surprise, and brought it to his lips. He could see her face go lobster-red. “I must thank you for your kindness, Sir Diomeda. Your words mean much to me, to know that even one such as I could inspire a beauty as yourself to take up the noble path of knighthood and adventure.” Steam practically hissed from Diomeda’s ears at the praise.
The lusty knight looked around the party. Being honest with himself, he could tell that the real spotlight of attention on him had split up, and most people were now busy speaking with their friends and acquaintances. A perfect moment for him to disappear.
“My lady knight,” Roderick whispered into Diomeda’s ear, “truth be told, I like not such a crowded space, for it drowns out true conversation. Would you retire with me anon, and we might speak more as friends?”
Diomeda gasped in joy. “Of course I agree to you!”
It didn’t take long for Roderick to sit her on his bed in the inn, with a few flagons of wine on the table in front of the empty fireplace.
Bit by bit, Roderick passed through the obstacles that Diomeda put in front of him. Her inhibitions he assuaged with a light touch borne of long years of experience of seduction, her concerns he eased through misdirection and sleights of hand. He whispered into her ear how he lacked close companions that shared his ideals, and how Diomeda could fill that gap in his heart. When he put his hand on her thigh, fingers squeezing at her warm, strong muscles, Diomeda was a little too overawed to protest.
The young knight’s virtue cracked, but when Roderick leaned in and kissed her, his tongue darting over her lips, it finally crumbled.
“Let me see you without your armor,” Roderick whispered, and Diomeda panted her reply.
Roderick’s fingers expertly helped Diomeda undo the straps, and soon the armored skirt and breastplate were gone, along with her armored thigh-highs, in a jumbled pile on the floor. Diomeda stood shyly in front of Roderick, her arms crossed over her stomach, her bandeau and panties a feminine pink that tickled Roderick’s fancy. The knight took her arm and pulled her into his lap, kissing the young woman passionately.
For Diomeda, it was magical. She was sharing love with one of the great heroes of the world! Her worries about sex disappeared as the older knight guided her body like a player with an instrument. She didn’t even think about how he knew where her sensitive spots were, but only clung to him when he rubbed at her clitoris. Her hand drifted between Roderick’s legs, and she let out a gasp when she felt Roderick’s erection under his pants.
“All for you, Diomeda,” Roderick said between strong kisses on her neck, “are you excited? You should be!” Roderick shuffled out of his pants, and in front of Diomeda his cock sprang to attention. The foreskin had already peeled back, and the length stood up several inches from the knight’s crotch. Diomeda had seen some penises before, but never up close and erect like this. Diomeda noticed the little bits of smegma on Roderick’s cock, and thought it a little gross, but tried to keep from saying anything.
“Uhm, what should I need to do? Do you want me to… uhm… towel the head?” she asked, breathless, worried about letting Roderick down. The knight patted her on the head, and slowly pushed her to kneel in front of him.
“Just open up your mouth, Diomeda,” he asked. When she did, he slid his cock between her lips and started thrusting himself in and out of her mouth. “Hoo! Diomeda, where’d you get a mouth like this, it feels great! Your momma must’ve made your daddy happy after dinner plenty of times!”
“Alck! Glkk! Ghhf!” came out of Diomeda’s mouth as Roderick shoved his hips to and fro. Her fists waved around in surprise, but Roderick grabbed her short hair firmly to keep her in place. After a few minutes, though, she started getting a little more relaxed, even with Roderick’s balls slapping at her chin. She’d been surprised, but if this was what Roderick needed from her, then she’d try her best!
Roderick felt her muscles relax, but he kind of liked how her mouth felt when she was stiff. But knew how to handle her, and when she wiggled her hips a little too much, he made sure to reach over and slap at her ass a few times, making her squeal around his dick. “There we go, good girl!” he muttered. He continued to fuck Diomeda’s mouth for a few more minutes, her spit running down his length and coating his testicles. Diomeda tried rubbing at them, but she was too eager to please and squeezed a little too tightly, making Roderick jump a little, and then punish her with more slaps to her ass.
After a few more minutes, though, Roderick had gotten enough stimulation from Diomeda’s soft tongue rolling around the head of his cock that he felt his balls tighten. “Hrnnghh!” he growled, and Diomeda’s eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen. The hero began firing ropes of thick cum directly into the young adventurer’s throat, too much for her to swallow all at once. As valiantly as she tried, she coughed a few times, with cum splattering out of her nostrils each time, until her upper lip and nose were utterly drenched in semen. Her eyes rolled up a little as she struggled to breathe, bubbles forming in the slimy mess.
Letting out a sigh, Roderick pulled Diomeda off his dick, letting her cough a few times and catch her breath as he reached over to grab a towel and tossed it at her so she could wipe her face. She did so, and as she peeked over the fabric, she saw Roderick pull off his shirt and the rest of his pants, flinging them to the other side of the room. She was impressed by his lean muscles, and surprised at the lack of scars. Clearly he must be even better a warrior than he claimed if he could avoid injuries so readily!
Getting nude, Roderick turned around and saw Diomeda staring. She immediately blushed and turned away, but Roderick would have none of that. He grinned at her and took the towel from her hands, throwing it to the ground with a splat, and firmly grasped Diomeda’s strong forearms and laid her on the bed. Diomeda let him do it, her mind whirling at the romance of it all.
“I need you, Diomeda,” Roderick said, leaning over her, his dick twitching on her belly. He bent down to kiss her, but then smelled his cum on her breath, and quickly deflected to nibbling at her neck, making her giggle.
“Yes, yes, brave sir!” she said. “Please, take to me!”
“Thank you,” he said, “I can already smell how wet you are.” Diomeda blushed at that, not knowing that Roderick said it to everyone, thinking it very seductive.
Diomeda started spreading her legs, excited to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. Roderick wasn’t interested in missionary, though. Straightening up, he flipped the heroine around, and then, grabbing her hips firmly, pulled her ass up towards his crotch.
“Ah, sir, are we not…?” Diomeda asked, confused.
“This is how lovers fuck from my country,” Roderick responded. He shoved his dick into Diomeda’s tight pussy slowly but surely, letting out an interested groan as he felt her tunnel envelop him. Inch by inch he pressed in, until he hit the barrier he hadn’t expected.
Oh damn, she’s actually still a virgin! he thought. He glanced down, to see her looking over her shoulder at him, not a little anxiousness in her expression. She felt the romanticism in Roderick’s actions, how he handled her, but still, giving her virginity to someone she wasn’t yet married to was a big step! Of course she was going to be worried about it.
Roderick grinned at her, slapped her ass, and shoved his dick in hard, to tear through her maidenhead and push her into real adulthood. Diomeda gasped as she felt him pierce her, and the pain quickly dissipated, replaced by the intense drubbing that Roderick’s dick caused inside Diomeda. The head scraped at her walls and dug into the sensitive parts of her pussy, making her shiver. To make his thrusts more impactful, he pulled the young adventurer’s crotch against his when he pushed forward, and the loud slapping of their bodies meeting filled the room.
Diomeda was a bit surprised that this was what lovers did in Roderick’s home. Wasn’t it hard to kiss like this? Wasn’t kissing necessary? She looked back over her shoulder, closing her eyes and pursing her lips, hoping that the hero would notice and lean in and kiss her. Roderick did notice her expectant expression, but more crucially he noticed his own drying cum on her lips. When he’d been younger and more spontaneous, he’d blasted a load into Tyla’s mouth and then very quickly kissed her. She’d teased him after that, asking if he’d wanted to taste his own cum. It had stung the young boy, and the older man still tried to avoid the situation.
Instead, Roderick reached forward and grabbed at Diomeda’s hair and pulled, arching her backwards as he sped up. “Ah! Ah! Sir! Hanhh!” Diomeda tried to protest, feeling like something was a little off, but Roderick wasn’t listening to her. He grit his teeth and kept slapping at her ass, feeling her tighten up whenever he did. Her muscles milked at him, and he had to admit that she wasn’t the most cold fish virgin he’d fucked before, though that wasn’t saying much.
He REALLY shouldn’t have fucked the Ice Giant that one time.
“Sir!” Diomeda protested, her feelings for Roderick beginning to sour a little. “Please… not the inside to me!”
But Roderick was too deep. He hilted into Diomeda with a groan, and busted his load in the young knight’s pussy, splashing her cervix with his semen.
“Ahh!” Diomeda squeaked when she felt Roderick cum inside her, and she suddenly felt very worried. When Roderick was done cumming, but still inside her, she looked over her shoulder. “Ah, sir, it is a dangerous day to me…”
Roderick was out the door before Diomeda was even finished.
*****
“Look, ladies, I know you’re mad!” Roderick pleaded with the three women sitting across the table from him. They were no longer in Adelheim, which annoyed Tyla. They’d had to run out before she could get her new bow, which annoyed Asha. They’d had to hide under some donkey-stinking blankets, which annoyed Ulfila. All three of his companions glowered at Roderick.
The hero might’ve blamed himself. He’d had an interview with the Princess, a graceful blonde with titties bigger than Roderick’s head. He’d assumed, like many of the other noblewomen he’d had dealings with, that the Princess was not interested in her fiance.
He’d been wrong, and his wandering hands had gotten him not only slapped, but with a bad mark over the heads of every party member. The group had jumped town as quick as they could after that, and now they were in Bevel, an even smaller town between kingdoms.
The tension in the air could be cut with a knife, and Roderick flashed his dazzling grin to try and break the ice. “I know, I’m as frustrated as you are with how we left Adelheim. But just trust me! We find some adventure, and by the time we’re done it’ll all have blown over, and we can go back and it’ll all be fine. I’m sure we can find something here, the Hundred-Century Forest is like… two miles away! There’s gotta be stuff for us to do in there. So who’s with me!”
Ulifila and Asha glowered at Roderick, and even Tyla had a worryingly disappointed look on her face. Roderick looked from one to the next to the next, hoping there would be a change in their expressions. “Eh? Eh? Eh?”
Ulfila slammed her palms on the table. “No more, Roderick!”
Asha followed suit, pounding the table with her fist. “That’s right! We’ve talked it over, and things have to change!”
“Huh?”
Ulfila pointed at Roderick’s face. “You’ve been hogging the glory ever since I’ve known you, and that’s gotta change! If you want us to adventure with you, you need to acknowledge us as more than just… just…”
“We are NOT just onaholes and dick cleaners for you!” Asha completed.
Putting his hands up, Roderick opened and closed his mouth a few times, sputtering, before he spoke clearly. “Asha, Ulfila… You know I appreciate you two! Ulfila, your tits are amazing, and Asha, you’ve got a tongue that works magic. And you’re both great adventurers, too! But I’m not trying to hog the glory! It’s the audience, you see? They want to see ‘Roderick, The Great Hero,’ and I gotta play to the crowd! It’s not my fault!”
Ulfila fingered her mug of beer. “We know you can work the crowd Roderick. That’s why we know you could put the spotlight on us if you wanted to.”
“But you don’t want to, so you leave us in the dark. We’re tired of it!” Asha griped. “We’re not going to adventure with you anymore unless you promise to let US be heroes as well.”
“That… that can’t happen!” Roderick yelled.
“Roderick, we’ve liked the memories we’ve made with you, but if you can’t do this much for us, then we have to part ways…” Ulfila said, starting to feel a little bad.
Asha and Ulfila locked eyes, and both nodded. They shoved their chairs back, and got to their feet. “If you ever want to find us, you can contact us with that Message Ring,” Asha declared, walking away with the dwarf.
Sputtered words, half syllables, more offended as he realized what they were doing, spat out of Roderick’s mouth like sparks from a fire. He looked at Tyla. “Tyla, my love, my dearest companion! You know me! You trust me, don’t you? One more quest, and then I’ll go after the Demon Lord like you’ve wanted me to! These… these harpies! They can fly, let the Goddess take them! But you! You’ll stay with me, won’t you?” His voice was desperate, but he knew that no matter how many women betrayed him, Tyla never would. She’d practically raised him into the hero he was, taught him a dozen different ways to make her cum, and even if it was just the two of them again, he knew they could bounce back and rise to greater heights than before.
Tyla, Roderick’s companion from the very beginning, took his hands in her own. “Roderick, I love you dearly.” The hero’s relief at her devotion was obvious on his face. He could always rely on the nun! No matter how many times he’d impregnated her and made her break every oath of chastity she’d made, she’d stay with him, of course! True love always won!
“But our son is getting older, and he needs to be trained as a hero as well.” She stood up, and joined the other two adventurers who had paused at the door. “When you are ready to do what the Goddess asked of you, you know where to find me.” With that, the three left the hero alone.
Roderick was stuck, a look of shock on his face, hands still where Tyla had left them.
He stayed there motionless until the next day.
It was only when the bar maid finally got the courage to touch his shoulder that Roderick flew from his seat.
“FINE! FINE! I’ll adventure alone! I don’t need you harpies!” he shouted to the air around him as he marched to the adventurer’s guild. “I’m fucking Roderick the Bold! I don’t need your help! I can do it all by myself!”
“I don’t need your hammers, or your bows, or your spells!” he kept yelling as he examined the quest board. “I’ve got a big sword, and it’s all I need to be a hero!” He found one quest, and the title told him enough: ORC EXPULSION. Roderick grabbed the notice and stomped his way to the counter. “I’ll beat these beasts up ALL BY MYSELF!” He ignored the surprised looks the other adventurers at the guild gave his ranting.
A nearby group of orcs in the forest was proving more of a nuisance than usual, and the town was asking for them to be forced away. That was entirely normal and boilerplate, and Roderick had completed dozens of similar quests before. However, at the bottom of the description there was a warning in large type: MULTIPLE ADVENTURERS HAVE GONE MISSING TAKING THIS QUEST. CAUTION ADVISED.
Roderick did not read the notice carefully.
Stamping out of town, Roderick headed for the Hundred-Century Forest. “I’ll find these damn orcs without your elven ears, Asha! I’ll beat them up without your shield, Ulfila! I’ll be fine without your healing, Tyla! I CAN DO IT ALL ON MY OWN! I DON’T NEED TO SHARE THE SPOTLIGHT!” Roderick scared some sheep with his shouting.
“I don’t need you to call me handsome, Ulfila!” Roderick shouted as he tripped over a fallen log in the forest.
“I don’t need you to call me cool, Asha!” Roderick yelled as he then fell head over heels into a slow-moving stream.
“I don’t need you to hug me tight and call me brave, Tyla!” Roderick howled as he ran from a stampede of hungry bears.
The hero spent half a day grumbling about how he didn’t need them. He’d beat the orcs up all by himself! And once he did so, they’d come crawling back to him!
The light went on in his mind. “That’s right! THEY will come back to ME!” he cackled. “Crawling! They’ll BEG to adventure with me again, once I show them how I don’t need them! Once I find these orcs, OHHHH THEY’RE IN FOR IT! AHAHA! ”
Roderick spent several days wandering in the forest, totally lost. He had no idea where he was. He was hungry, bedraggled, and sore. He knew that wilderness travel had always been Asha’s forte, but he refused to acknowledge that it would have been easier if she’d been there.
He came across a stream, not recognizing it as the one he’d fallen into the first day, and he leaped down to drink from it like a dog. He slurped at the cool water, failing to recognize the slight tingling in his body that it gave him.
All of a sudden, he remembered that the orc camp was supposed to be near a spring.
“I can just follow this!” he announced triumphantly. “Haha! Looks like I don’t need those dark elven senses of yours, ASHA! Suck on it!”
Roderick marched along the stream, the strange water invigorating and dizzying him in equal measure. He brushed the dizziness off as fatigue from not having eaten, even if the feeling was quite different. His mind was filled with memories of the meals Tyla had cooked for him and the others in the past – no matter how poor the fare, she always imbued it with care such that he’d felt like a king even if he was eating a squirrel. His stomach growling, the memories were so intense and vivid that he could smell the divine odor of cooking meat.
Roderick’s nostrils twitched as he did his best to ignore the sweet memories. Then he inhaled something strong, and coughed twice. Wait, was that smoke? Real smoke? Roderick’s head shot up. He was there! He was at the camp! He’d made it to his destination, all by himself!
“Ha ha!” he laughed out loud. “Just you wait to hear about THIS, you bitches!” he cried out to the forest canopy above him. Anticipation for the easy resolution of the quest ahead filling his breast, Roderick charged forward. Well, he didn’t quite have the strength to charge, so it was more of a light jog, but his heart was there. Cresting over a small hillock, strewn with leaves, Roderick caught sight of a small stockade, 50 yards or so across, with several different camp fires burning, sending the delicious scent of food into the air.
“Haha!” Roderick kept laughing as he rushed down the slope. The gate was open and undefended, a state of affairs he didn’t find strange at all. Everyone knew orcs were simple. The hero strode through the front gate, swaggering as he hefted his long sword, still in its scabbard at his side.
“Alright, where’s the big orc! Time for your drubbing!” he yelled out. But instead of seeing lots of orcs, he instead saw lots of women, from all different countries and races. But what unified them were their states of déshabillé, and the clear evidence of all of them either being in a motherly way or taking care of their green offspring. Roderick stared hard at the big breasts barely contained by scraps of colorful cloth, and the even bigger bellies that some of the women had. He was met with an array of reactions from the women for his gawking – some grew red from embarrassment, others looked haughtily down at him.
“Ladies!” Roderick laughed, “You’re not even going to try and be modest?” He ran a hand through his red hair, pulling out some stray leaves and twigs. “Well that’s alright, but don’t be offended when a man comes along and enjoys the view, then! Now, if any of you would be so kind as to direct me to the horrible monsters keeping you here in captivity, and I’ll have you all freed in a jiffy!” He was surprised at the hat one of the women wore – he thought that kind of flat, red linen cap was reserved for the men of the Warlock’s Academy.
“No need,” came a heavy voice behind Roderick, making the hero start and whirl around, to come face to face with over a dozen orcs of various sizes, all wearing wildly different and eclectic armors and wielding different weapons. Their leader, out in front, was naked except for a leather loincloth so dirty that Roderick thought he could see grease dripping out of it. His belly was like that of a wrestler, big and tough.
“Ah ha! You must be the brutes!” Roderick said, putting his hand on his sword. “Thanks for saving me the trouble of having to find you all!”
“Is this the Roderick one?” the leader asked one of the women behind Roderick.
The hero was offended at having been ignored.
“Yes, I am in fact the Great Hero, Roderick, all by his handsome, amazing self and with no partners at all – AS IS RIGHT AND PROPER!” he huffed. “Now, I know what you’re thinking – Isn’t this the guy who beat the Lich of Mansfeld, and conquered the Tower of Triumph? How can I possibly survive this unhappy day? – Well, let me help you there!” Roderick swaggered to and fro in between the orcs and women.
“The quest that the fine city of Bevel gave me was that you are required to vacate the area, and relinquish any stolen goods! If you promise to be obedient, I’ll take whatever goods you haven’t ruined off your hands, and even point you to someplace better.” Roderick grinned at the orc leader. “If you aren’t helpful, I hope you’re ready for the beating of your lives, and I’m not responsible for anyone not waking up!”
The orc leader ignored Roderick’s strutting, and glanced at one of the pregnant women. She wore the red warlock’s hat on her long, gray hair, and she was quietly murmuring an incantation, her fingers making arcane signs, as Roderick kept boasting. Continuing her spell, she caught the leader’s gaze and nodded back at him.
“So you better just pack up now, unless you want to pack up while you’re black and blue!” Roderick bluffed, getting increasingly nervous at the stony looks the orcs were giving him. Normally by now a few of them were creeping back, if not running away completely! Sure, he could take them all on, but it’d be rough, and he really didn’t want to do it on an empty stomach! “Fine!” he yelled, angry, putting his hand on his sword’s hilt. “Who wants to-”
Roderick froze, his sword in mid-draw. In fact, everything seemed frozen halfway. He blinked a few times, but he couldn’t close his mouth, and try as he might, he couldn’t move any other part of his body except his eyes.
One of the orcs said something in their guttural tongue, and the others laughed. Somehow, Roderick knew it was some joke about him, and he wanted to bash the cur on the head for his impertinence!
Most of the orcs filed past Roderick, but some of them came up to him, along with a few of the women, including the warlock. They spoke to each other, and Roderick got to watch as a few of them embraced right in front of him, kissing the green faces of the brutes as if they actually liked them! Offended by the absurdity, Roderick could only move his eyes as the “couples” broke their slimy kisses and looked at him. Quickly, as if they had experience with it, they sized him up.
The straps of Roderick’s backpack were undone and the burden taken off his shoulders. Then his breastplate and helmet were taken off. Roderick wanted to curse the thieves and order them to remove their grubby hands from his goods, lest they damage treasures worth more than the whole camp! But to his surprise, the women knew exactly how to take each piece of armor and equipment off of Roderick’s body, without any need for crude shredding or destruction.
It’s like they’ve worn this stuff before! Roderick exclaimed in his mind.
Bit by bit, Roderick was stripped, his possessions taken behind him into what had to be one of the tents, until only his long shirt and sword remained on him. Roderick had been a little embarrassed when his pants had come off, but at least his shirt had kept his modesty. He was fine being nude, but not in a situation like this!
The sword was pried out of his hands, and when the movement made him start tipping over forward, Roderick’s eyes went wild as the ground filled his vision, until one of the orcs caught him and rebalanced the hero on his feet. I could KISS you! Roderick tried to say through his eyes, until he remembered why he was there in the first place.
Unfortunately, Roderick’s modesty would not be preserved for much longer. His shirt was undone and pulled off, revealing his crotch. Even if he couldn’t see it, he felt embarrassed. What made it worse was that the women around him and their paramours were without a doubt looking between his legs, and he could see the orcs nodding their heads, and the women smirking.
I’m a normal size, you worn-out hags! he wanted to cry out. But he could do nothing, not even spit out the flies that occasionally landed on his lips between the ladies’ shooing them off.
But when one of the orcs pulled out his own cock, Roderick’s eyes widened. The brute came up to Roderick, cock in hand, and even in its flaccid state, it was much larger and heavier than Roderick’s. The monster pressed his cock against Roderick’s, and Roderick was surprised at just how much smaller and softer his cock felt than usual. Was it just the comparison with the orc that made him feel inadequate?
Oh, these brutes and these bitches are gonna get the pounding of a lifetime once I can move again!
“I think she’ll be a perfect addition,” the warlock-woman said to the leader behind Roderick. He heard the pop of something coming uncorked, and at the bottom of his field of view he saw a gloved, feminine hand come from over his shoulder, holding a bottle of a bubbling, volatile substance that smelled of strawberries.
What sorcery is this? Roderick thought. But the woman tipped the potion into his open mouth, and his thoughts fled with his consciousness.
In his dream, Roderick felt hands on his body. They moved over his belly, his limbs, his chest, caressing his cheeks as fire burned in him. He wanted to say it hurt, but a woman’s voice said it felt good instead. He wanted to tell the hands to stop, but a woman’s voice told them to keep going. The voice was familiar, like he’d heard it before, but he couldn’t place it. As the fire burned to a crescendo, threatening to consume Roderick, he opened his mouth and tried to wail. The woman squealed in delight.
Roderick awoke suddenly, flinging himself off his back and onto his feet as a nearby woman’s yelp echoed in his ears. But instead of any other woman, Roderick saw that he was in one of the orcs’ dingy tents, and he was surrounded by a contingent that had to be most of the men.
The crowd had ditched their motleys of arms, not only proud of their nudity but flaunting it. Nearly all of them had their cocks in hand, and were jerking themselves off slowly in Roderick’s direction. Each cock was different from all the others in a dozen ways – some were long and bumpy, others girthy and curved, and others still had obscene bumps on the surface, or had foreskin so thick that they looked like that strange “burrito” dish that Asha liked to make – but all of them stank in such a way that Roderick’s eyes watered in the tent.
“What are you weirdos doing!” Roderick and a woman cried out at the same time. Or rather, the woman spoke Roderick’s words for him, because even if he’d wanted to say what she’d said, his voice hadn’t touched his ears.
“Where’s the girl!” the woman said for Roderick again, which struck him as mighty strange. Wouldn’t she know where she was? Roderick glanced around the masturbating orcs, looking at the excited grins on their scarred and rough faces, but saw no woman. As he moved, Roderick felt a strange weight on his chest.
Roderick looked down at his nude body.
A pair of fat, heavy breasts hung from his chest, shaking each time he whirled around excitedly.
A soft belly clung to his midsection.
A pair of wide hips and a fat, soft ass sat beneath his waist.
A pair of puffy pussy lips stubbornly clung to his crotch where his cock and balls should have been.
“WHAT THE SEVEN HELLS?!” a high-pitched voice came out of Roderick’s mouth. “I’M SEXY AS FUCK!”
Roderick’s confusion about the state of his body left him wide open. Orcish hands grabbed at the hero’s strange body, not only at his breasts and thighs, but all over him. Roderick had been manhandled before, but it felt entirely different this time! Their fingers, strong and rough, rasped over his smooth skin, making the fine, delicate hairs on his woman’s body stand up on end.
“H-hey! Don’t touch me, you brutes!” The voice coming out of Roderick’s mouth was almost as disorientating as the orcs pressing in around him. “What did you do to me!?”
In lieu of answering with words, the orcs continued groping at Roderick. Fingers pinched at his thighs, as wide and soft as Ulfila’s, making Roderick squeak. “Hey! Cut that out!” He tried to bat the hands away, but the orcs held his forearms in vice-like grips, lifting his arms so his breasts swung about freely. Two perverts pressed their noses into Roderick’s armpits, making the hero turn bright red as they sniffed and licked at his ticklish flesh.
“You weirdos! Freaks! Perverts! The moment I get my sword in hand, I’m using that attack power to pound you all into the dirt!” Roderick yelped. The sensation of tongues on his pits made his body shiver, and he felt something really weird underneath his belly.
The orcs laughed at Roderick’s shouting, and more hands touched at his face, squeezing his cheeks, caressing his lips. He tried chomping on one finger, but that only made the orcs go “Ohhhh!” in excitement. They grabbed at Roderick’s chin and forced open his mouth, and orcish fingers pressed between his lips. They tasted weird, salty and dusty, and Roderick growled loudly around them as they pulled open his jaws and squeezed his tongue. Spittle filled up Roderick’s mouth, running down his chin and pattering onto his breasts.
He couldn’t believe the fat knockers were his, but when the orcs touched them, it sent electric shocks through Roderick’s body. They hefted the weighty udders appreciatively, nodding to each other and making comments. Roderick knew exactly what they were saying, because he’d made the same exact comments about busty gals plenty of times in the past himself. He knew they were complimenting how they hung in the air like milky teardrops, and when they hefted them, they were pleased at how they spilled over even their broad palms, and how his nipples were getting stiff just from the slightest of touches. Roderick groaned as the calloused hands ran over his areolae, knowing what was going to happen next and both being worried for it and wondering how it would feel.
Uneven nails dug into his nipples, and Roderick squealed, his hips twisting forcefully as he tried to pull his udders from the orcs’ hands. He panted around the fingers still lodged in his mouth, surprised and bewildered by how strong the reaction had been. All they’d done was pinch at his nipples, and he’d felt a wild shock between his legs. As they pulled on his thumb-sized nipples, pink and stiff, he mewled and moaned, his mind unable to catch his myriad thoughts as they flittered around. His legs trembled, and his waist swung from side to side, only adding to his discomfort.
What’s going on?! he thought frantically. What did these monsters do to me? They can’t… they can’t have turned me into a woman! I’m a man, damn it! I’m not gonna get excited from them feeling me up like this!
Roderick tried his best to endure the orcs, but he seemed not to realize just how little the orcs had done to him in relation to the twitching in his crotch. This was brought to the fore of his mind when his legs were forced apart, and two orc fingers began examining his pussy. “Mnnggghhhhaaahh!” Roderick protested to the orcs’ laughter.
The hero knew what a pussy looked like, but what would his look like? It was a disconcerting thought. He hoped it didn’t look too weird. It was one thing to be turned into a sexy woman, but an unsexy one? Even worse.
The fingers pulled apart his pussy lips, and Roderick did his damnedest to ignore the wetness he absolutely could feel begin to dribble out of his new hole. He wasn’t getting horny! But when the orc pressed his thumb against Roderick’s clitoris powerfully, the hero squealed like a stuck pig, his whole body tensing as he orgasmed as a woman for the first time.
It was a totally different feeling than anything Roderick had ever experienced in his life until then. Even the time he’d been polymorphed into a sheep couldn’t have prepared him for this moment. He felt like his consciousness was contracting and expanding in waves, as his body whipped and jerked around in intense movements. The orc kept jamming his thumb on Roderick’s clitoris, and Roderick kept cumming. He thought that it would stop at some point, just drop off like every orgasm he’d had before, leaving him feeling discontent and annoyed with himself and his partner. But the orgasm kept crashing against the shores of his body. He whipped his head around enough to finally dislodge the orcish fingers hooked in his cheeks, but Roderick couldn’t form words.
“Haaannhhh! Nnggggaaaahhh!” he squealed and squawked. “Nnhhhhhooooooooooo!”
Even when the orc removed his thumb, Roderick kept cumming for a minute afterwards, only slowly coming down from the high, his head leaning forward as he tried to catch his breath. He panted and gasped, sweat beginning to pour down his body. It was intolerably hot in the tent! And the smell was getting worse! “Why do you all stink so bad!” Roderick complained, but when he looked at the now terrifically-stiff cocks, he could see exactly what was causing the stench.
Under every thick green foreskin, Roderick could see and, more importantly, smell, the orcs’ smegma. Huge clumps of yellow dick cheese clung to their mushroom heads, practically steaming in the room. Roderick could see the odor wafting up, and clinging to his skin as he breathed in. He coughed a few times, but had to keep panting. “Gross! Don’t you assholes ever wash yourselves!” he yelled, not thinking of the dozens of times he’d forced unhappy ladies to deal with his own dick grime. It only made the orcs laugh more.
What was worse, the smell seemed to make Roderick’s pussy even wetter. The greasy odor burned in his nostrils, and even made his eyes water, but the feminine organ inside his belly trembled in a way that Roderick was worried to interpret.
The orcs forced Roderick’s hands down, and he had to grasp orc cocks for the first time. “Hhgghhiii!” he squealed as his fingers unconsciously gripped the fat, club-like organs. The heat coming from them was powerful and vital, and the blood rushing through made them feel so much more alive than Roderick’s cock had ever felt before.
No, no, that’s too weird! It’s just because they’re monsters! Of course they’re gonna feel different!
The orcs fucked Roderick’s hands, forcing him to jerk them off. “Oh come on! You can’t have me do this for you, that’s weird!” But it wasn’t going to stop there. Hands pushed at Roderick’s shoulders, and the hero was forced to his knees between all the fat, filthy cocks around the woman. “Agh! Oh jeez! Your cocks smell so bad!” Roderick kept complaining, but his pussy told the truth, with a long thin line of grool drooling from his hole.
The first orc slapped his cock on Roderick’s face, and the hero was struck dumb. Even as the brute started scraping his cock along Roderick’s nose and eye, leaving slimy trails of orc-sweat on the hero’s face, Roderick couldn’t respond. He wanted to shout and huff and puff, but the odor and sensation of the greasy filth collecting on his face made the twitching in what had to be his womb so overpowering that he couldn’t argue against it. His body wanted to be stained by the stench, to be covered in the salty liquid. Once the first orc had scraped enough off, a second followed suit, and then a third, until each orc had used Roderick’s face as a sweat towel. When they were done with the hero, his face had the oily sweat sinking into his skin, staining his hair, filling his nostrils, and he’d cum again.
There’s something in that magic they used on me to make me cum to weird stuff like this! There has to be! There’s no way I’d cum from having greasy, sweaty cocks rubbed all over my face normally! It’s all fake!
But instead of his internal monologue, Roderick’s mouth only hung open, his tongue lolling out, groaning as his hands mechanically jerked the cocks around him without need for force anymore. The hero was too overwhelmed to fully realize what his body was doing on its own.
Seeing Roderick in a more obedient state, the orcs nodded to each other. In an instant, they pounced on Roderick. Before he could say anything, a fat orc dick was shoved into his pussy, tearing apart his virginity. Another cock thrust between his lips, down to his throat. The hero was attacked from every angle, with such intensity that he couldn’t keep up with everything. By the time he felt the sting of losing his virginity, he felt heavy balls slap his grease-covered eyes. Right after that his huge tits were wrapped around an orc cock, and his breasts were used like an onahole.
The orcs used Roderick roughly, but even as the hero was buffeted over and over, the pounding at his cervix making his head spin, he could think of moments he’d done the same to women before. Had they felt as overwhelmed with him as he did now?
To say that Roderick orgasmed would be an understatement. He came like a geyser, bubbling at times as the orcs passed him around, then squirting high into the air every now and again. The female orgasm was so strange to Roderick, but if he was capable of being totally honest with himself, and he wasn’t, he’d recognize that he liked how it felt. As it was, his body squeezed hard on every cock shoved into him, as Roderick told himself that he didn’t want to be fucked like he was.
The orc inside his throat came, and Roderick had his first taste of the salty, bitter, and yogurt-thick orc cum, spilling out of his nose as he tried to swallow as much as he could, as fast as he could, and failing. Then, he felt the orc that had taken his virginity hilt himself into Roderick’s pussy, his weirdly-curved cock pressing directly against his cervix, and Roderick squealed as he knew what was about to happen. The orc came, spilling rope after rope of steaming greenskin jizz into Roderick’s pussy.
The hero thought of the motherly women he’d seen in the camp, and wailed internally.
No way! No way! This is bad, right?! I can’t get pregnant, can I? There’s no way! I don’t wanna get pregnaaaaant!
The orcs paid no attention to Roderick’s muffled yelps, and switched when they had cum. Roderick didn’t have but a moment to feel the difference between being filled with orc dick and not, before more cocks shoved their way into his body. Roderick came as the cocks were pulled out of him, and as he was penetrated again.
The gangbang devolved into a cum-soaked, grease-slick, smegma-caked blur for Roderick. He was sandwiched between two orc chests, his pussy and asshole fucked at the same time. His tits were slapped and wrapped around cock after cock, until his new cleavage was a swamp of orc jizz. Roderick’s stomach was pumped with gallons of sperm, and he had even more poured into his womb. He had orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, so strong that he wondered if he’d be able to cum normally like a man after he turned back to normal. He’d never cum so hard in his life before.
Hours passed, and Roderick’s strength was fucked out of him more and more. Every time he thought they were finished with him, a new challenger would appear and do his damnedest to rearrange Roderick’s new internal organs into a more orc-fitting shape.
It was deep, deep in the middle of the night when the orcs finally felt they’d done a good enough job of breaking Roderick in. They congratulated each other and drifted off to their various tents, leaving the hero face-down and ass-up in the middle of a thick pool of orc cum and Roderick’s own squirtings. Roderick was drenched, head to toe, in the foul jizz, and every breath made a giant bubble of smegma emerge from his nostril. Out of his every hole, waterfalls of sperm poured out, studded with heavy globs that splashed when they hit the pool.
Did any of the gals I slept with feel anything like this with me? Roderick wondered, as his exhausted body finally started passing out.
As his eyes closed, though, he felt something twitch deep inside him, in the tubes leading from his ovaries. In that deep interior, a secret alchemy took place.
“Guhhhhh,” Roderick moaned into the thick sheet below him, damp with unmentionable slimes. His cheek, pressing into the fabric, pushed out a thin layer of liquid that stained his smooth skin, and left its sour taste on his soft, plump lips. His tits pressed into the soggy sheet, the pressure on them new and slightly uncomfortable, but mostly because of how hard his nipples were. As they ran over the wet, rough material, it sent shivers down Roderick’s body.
Slowly, shaking, Roderick pushed himself up off the filthy bed and flopped over onto his back, cringing as he felt the slime get into more of his hair. He raised his hand up, seeing it covered in cloudy yellow ooze. A dollop drooped down off his palm, and then landed straight on his face with a wet splat. “Ugghhhh…” he moaned, remembering just what had happened to him.
The orcs had continuously gangbanged him for what had felt like an entire day. He’d had no rest, and the only thing to eat had been thick greenskin jizz. No matter if he’d been conscious or not, he’d almost always had fat orc dicks buried in his new pussy, most of the time one in his mouth, and at least half the time had another one buried in his asshole. It had been rough, maybe the roughest sex that he’d ever had, and he’d been on the receiving end of it as well.
What made it really suck was how his new, womanly body had cummed his brains out over and over again while getting railed by them, though. He’d squealed harder than Asha did when he would pick her up and fuck her in the air!
Roderick sat up, and instantly regretted squeezing his stomach like it. He felt the huge mass of orc cum in his stomach, and let out a loud hiccup, the taste of the cum gas filling his mouth with bitter saltiness. His crotch ached as well, and between his legs there was a huge pool of orc cum, like melted cheese, slowly coagulating. He could hear birds and talk outside the tent, and bright shafts of light pierced the gloom of the tent through small gaps in the various materials making up the walls.
“Crap, they really did a number on me…” Roderick grumbled, slicking his short red hair back, before realizing the cum would dry it like that. “I really hope I can take a frickin bath, this smell is getting to me…” The odor of raw, total sex permeated the tent top to bottom, and Roderick could almost see the steam still coming off the sheets under him.
Roderick stood up, his legs shaky and weak, and looked down at his body. Gone was his familiar crotch, his red pubic hair now sitting above a thoroughly-sore pussy. Waddling over to a mirror, Roderick tried to get a look at himself.
The image in the mirror gave him a sense of vertigo. It was recognizable – his distinctive scar on his nose was still there, but everywhere on his body the hard edges of his handsomeness had been rounded off. His ass stuck out in big mounds, his taut, muscled belly was now soft and squishy, and his fat tits were almost as big as Ulfila’s, amazingly. His face made him think of some long-lost sister that he’d switched bodies with, his chin a little softer, his nose a little smaller, his lips thicker and softer. His thick eyebrows were still there though, and he lifted one eyebrow up to see how it looked.
“Damn, I’m really fucking cute, ain’t I?” he grudgingly admitted. Tyla would have called his looks “motherly,” he knew, and while she might have enjoyed having kids, it had never been Roderick’s idea of a good time. There was a reason all of his and her kids were at a Sisterhood-run nursery and school, and why “Daddy” had always made sure his quests kept him away from the place.
He pouted in the mirror, and knew that if he’d seen this girl in the street, wearing some rustic gown that showed off her heavy udders, he’d have tried to get between her legs in no time. “Well, this can’t last forever,” he said, making himself feel better. No magic was permanent, and when it wore off, or he got a spell to counter it, he’d be back to his old, totally male self.
But even as he told himself that, a little bit in the back of his mind would kind of miss looking like this. He was really sexy! He almost wanted to compare himself to Asha, because as he lifted his breasts, he was pretty sure he was bigger than her. No wonder the orcs had pounded him for a whole day straight. Roderick chuckled before he realized what he was doing, and shook his head. “No, stop that. Gotta find my sword and then I can bust out of here in no time…”
Roderick glanced around the tent, but saw nothing of his possessions. He thought about smashing through the tent wall and making a run for it into the forest, but he remembered how rough the path to getting to the orc camp had been, and that had been with his backpack and all his equipment. He didn’t want to think about trying to make it back to Bevel totally nude.
If the three ladies heard about this misadventure, or worse, saw him like this, he’d probably evaporate from the embarrassment right then and there. No! He needed to do this on his own, and prove that he didn’t need their help!
Maybe he could just clock out one orc, take his sword, and go from there? He formed a fist, and while it wasn’t quite as strong as he thought it should have been, he figured it was from the rough fucking he’d taken.
The main entrance to the tent flapped open behind Roderick, and his hands flew to cover his nudity. “Hey! Can I get some privacy here!”
The intruder was the warlock, wearing the red round cap of the Academy on her long, gray hair. Her belly was hugely pregnant, and her breasts rested on top of her gravid belly, leaking milk. Roderick would have gotten a boner seeing her, if he had a dick between his legs. She giggled, her eyes looking up and down Roderick’s body. “Salutations, Rodericka,” she said, her voice deep and mature. “I am Mistress Yuliy, and it is a pleasure to meet a hero of your reputation!”
Rodericka narrowed his eyes. “If you know my reputation, you know it’s Roderick . No -a.”
Yuliy, one elbow resting on the other hand, smiled at Roderick. “From what I can see, I think the feminine name suits you perfectly well. We heard your squealing outside the tent the whole time. Honestly, some of the other girls were getting jealous of how long the guys were spending with you!”
Rodericka grew red in the face. “H-hey! I wasn’t like, asking to cum or anything! Those orcs just squeezed my nipples and then I started squirting!”
“Exactly!” Yuliy said, coming into the tent. She found a seat and put her heavy ass on it. “I hope you enjoyed the introduction, because welcome to our little home, Rodericka!”
“What do you mean?” Rodericka asked. She didn’t like how Yuliy looked at her body. It was predatory, and leering, and lewd. Rodericka could practically read the other woman’s thoughts, of how she wanted to pin Rodericka down and violate her herself. “You can’t keep me here forever. I’ll get my sword and fight my way out, you know! Or run off into the woods! Hey, stop laughing!” Rodericka’s tone sounded petulant even in her ears.
Yuliy giggled. “Sorry, I’m not laughing at you. I’m just amused at how all our thoughts run the same way. I heard much the same from Elana and Juana.” Her expression was pleased. “They’re both nursing their babies right now.”
Rodericka narrowed her eyes. “Who are you? Why are you helping these orcs?”
“Why shouldn’t I?” Yuliy asked, slightly confused at the question. “I fell in love with Kolo and his group when I was doing some adventuring on my own.” She rubbed her belly. “This isn’t my first, just so you know.”
“You fell in love with these orcs?” Rodericka said, disbelief clear in her voice. He’d dealt with orcs a few times before, and they’d generally been pretty low level, though the ladies they’d bedded were pretty aggressive in bed themselves afterwards.
Yuliy nodded. “I was testing my potions, and found the boys. We spent some time together, and from that moment I knew I wanted to spend my life with them, helping them as best as I could. Far more interesting, living out on our own, than being cramped up in some little damp room in the Academy, poring over useless research papers for spells that barely ward off rats!”
Rodericka narrowed her eyes. “Wait… the Academy… only men are allowed to graduate as warlocks! Who’d you steal the hat from, witch?”
Yuliy blinked a few times. “Rodericka…”
“Oh, I know how women like you act! You steal good things from men, and then beg us for help when things go wrong! We don’t get no respect from you, no respect! Well I won’t hear it. Your deviant way of life is gonna end one way or another, and I’m gonna be the one who does it!” Rodericka took a strong, wide stance as righteous indignation filled her chest. Her hands dropped to her hips, and she thrust her chest out. For a moment, she forgot she was totally nude.
She held the heroic pose for a moment, until her stomach began growling loudly, and a dollop of orc jizz fell out of her asshole. She deflated a little at Yuliy’s giggling. “Yeah, yeah, keep laughing, lady!” she pouted.
“Sounds like you’re pretty hungry, even after getting fed by all the guys! You must have a bottomless stomach,” Yuliy snickered through Rodericka’s harrumph. “Well, would you care for some food?”
Rodericka opened her mouth to say no, but another rumble from her belly told the truth to both of the women in the tent. “Yeah, maybe. I guess!” Rodericka sulked.
Yuliy nodded, and then pushed herself off the seat, strain obvious on her face as she grimaced at having to stand with such a heavy belly. Rodericka pointedly refused to help her up, her arms trying to keep her modesty, such as it was, intact. Yuliy waddled to the entrance, and opened the flap for Rodericka.
The sunlight made Rodericka squint, but she didn’t want to drop her boobs to shield her eyes. After a moment, her eyes stopped being so blinded, and she could see more of what she’d glanced at when she arrived.
The camp was arranged in a broad oval, surrounded by a wall of wood, roughly sharpened at the top. The tents were from various cultures and countries – Rodericka could identify the origin of a few of them, but some were exotic even to his well-traveled gaze, with one being such a dark blue that it looked black from afar, with intricately embroidered constellations and other celestial signs on it.
In and between them, a dozen other women in various states of pregnancy worked on various tasks. One broad-shouldered woman was sharpening some arrowheads with a grinder, and a younger girl was feeding the cows and oxen at the other end of the oval. Others were nursing baby orcs, and when Rodericka made eye contact with them, they either smiled, embarrassed, or grinned triumphantly.
Rodericka felt a lump in her throat when she saw the nursing mothers now. How long had they been in the camp before that had happened to them? She stared at one huge baby, greedily sucking on his mother’s huge nipple, milk spilling out around his lips, and saw that the woman was cumming from the stimulation. Her own pussy squeezed at the thought of hungry lips attacking her breasts, but there was no way she’d lactate like that. She’d escape before then!
In the middle of the camp was a wide fire, with a huge iron pot hanging over it, bubbling loudly and sending steam into the air. The smell, full of the savor of meat, made Rodericka’s stomach jump in anticipation. Anything that wasn’t just thick orc cum!
Yuliy gently led Rodericka to some seats around a table. The heroine took a seat on a rough stump, and let out a yelp as something pricked her fat ass. “Hey, can’t I get some clothes?” she complained. Though when she looked at Yuliy and the other women, they weren’t wearing much more than she was!
The warlock sucked her lips in. “The orcs are a bit… rough with clothing. Especially with the new girls. I’m sure you understand we don’t want to repair shirts and skirts every other day! We tried that before.” She stared at the middle distance. “Once.”
Rodericka listened to the excuse, annoyed. “Oh, don’t worry!” Yuliy responded to her expression. “We’ve all gone through it, and really, you should be proud of your assets!” Yuliy spread her arms to encompass the camp. “You’re sure to get plenty of compliments from the other girls, in addition to constant attention from the orcs.”
“That doesn’t sound great to me!” Rodericka yelped.
Yuliy waved it off. “Everyone else got used to it, I’m sure you will as well, dear.”
Rodericka narrowed her eyes. This was a dangerous woman! A real villain. She was going to have to be very careful to not get defeated by her wiles and crazy talk.
Rodericka was about to ask about the potion when a loud voice came from beyond the walls. The women all smiled as they turned to hear the voice, and stopped their work to meet and greet the orcs, including Yuliy. Rodericka sat on the stump, watching as the women most pregnant took slow, heavy steps. The orcs came in, wearing their (to Rodericka’s eyes) absurdly random panoply of equipment, carrying the body of a huge cave salamander on their shoulders, the black skin leaking steaming ichor from the many axe and spear cuts. Even Rodericka was a little impressed that some random orcs were able to take the monster down by themselves, though she definitely wouldn’t admit it out loud.
Two of the women spread out a large rough cloth tarp, and the orcs heaved the body onto it with a cry. Clapping their hands together, they laughed and flexed for the appreciative ladies. Then Rodericka watched as the orcs grabbed the women and pulled them into lusty kisses, even the most gravid. Slender arms wrapped around muscled green necks, and slaps to fat asses were met with lusty, eager gasps and moans.
Rodericka squirmed on her seat as she watched the displays of lust not far from her. Each whap of a big green hand on an ass made her shiver, her own ass sore, but in a way that felt better than if it weren’t. Sure, he’d spanked plenty of girls in the past, and told them that they should like it, but he’d never thought that it actually did .
Yuliy led the biggest orc, the one Rodericka remembered speaking to her first, to her. “Rodericka, in the light of day, darling! She woke up a full day before Claudia did, she’s definitely as tough as they say!” The orc was big, half again as broad-shouldered as Roderick’s male body had been, and at least a head taller. He had a long, gray beard, and wore a suit of chain that was kept bright and clean.
Rodericka opened her mouth to say something smart, but Kolo grabbed her by the chin, his fingers squishing her lips together like a duck, and examined her carefully. Rodericka was offended, but she couldn’t bring herself to slap his hands off. There was something in the action, something authoritative, that left her shaken.
“Potion did well with you, Rodericka. You will be a good addition to the camp,” Kolo spoke.
Rodericka blinked a few times before red tinged her face. “Excuse me, who says I’m going to stay!”
Yuliy giggled, but Kolo laughed out loud. “You will stay, and breed! You needn’t fear, we will not treat you like slave. You will have many fine warriors from your loins, if your reputation speaks true.” Kolo grabbed at Rodericka’s breasts, and the woman gasped as the thick fingers dug into her mammaries, and his sharp nails pinched at her sensitive nipples.
Kolo hauled Rodericka up off the stump, and in front of him, Rodericka felt the boldness she’d always been said to have leave her. She had to look up to see his face, and he looked down on her, with what she thought was a sneer of contempt. “You better let go of me, or the moment I get my sword I’m beating your ass to the Black Mountains!” she sputtered. “You may like your hands, but I’ll whack em off if I have to-OOOOHH!”
The orc responded by shoving one hand between Rodericka’s legs. His fingers slid effortlessly into Rodericka’s damp pussy, and the heroine fell forward, leaning against the orc’s chest as he began to finger-fuck her. Rodericka squealed, her fists uselessly beating on Kolo’s chest before she grabbed onto his arm to stay upright. His two fingers slid in and out of Rodericka’s hole as his arm moved up and down, the digits scraping against the inner walls and making Rodericka shiver and moan. “Ahhkkk! Hoooohhh! Nnnngghhhooo! Shhttoooop! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cuuuum!”
Yuliy took a drink of water and chuckled as she watched the newcomer squirt all over Kolo’s hand. When Rodericka was deposited back on her seat, she was a sweaty, shuddering mess, who needed help to lift a cup of water to her mouth.
“Felt nice, didn’t it?” Yuliy said, to which Rodericka let out a displeased mumble.
“Can we eat yet?” Rodericka grunted, bent over the table. “I’m starting to really- AKH!” One of the orcs, seeing Rodericka’s ass hanging off the stump, had slapped it hard. Rodericka rubbed it, shooting the orc a dirty look. “I’d rather not go another day with just orc jizz in my belly.”
Luckily for Rodericka, it was time to eat, and the whole camp was brought out by the metallic banging of pots and pans by the biggest woman, who Yuliy said was Elana. Rodericka thought that she kind of looked like someone Roderick had met once.
The whole camp came up in orderly lines, the ladies and young orcs getting their food first, before the big orcs got their share. It was almost fair, and Rodericka wondered where they’d learned to do that, considering that his impression of orcs until then had been that the biggest took everything they wanted, and damn the rest. When Rodericka went up, she asked Elana what had been on her mind. “Are you related to Elan Longshanks at all? You look a lot like I remember him! Has he come looking for you yet?”
Elana went bright red at Rodericka’s question, and poured out her stew without answering. Rodericka wanted to pester her for more info, especially if there was hope that other heroes would come help, but before she could, the orcs pulled her aside. “Hey! Come on, can I at least eat something before you pound me again?” she protested.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry!” another orc said. “More protein for new momma!” The orc took Rodericka’s big bowl and placed it on a stump in the middle of the group.
“More protein! What are you talking abou- what did you say about momma you asshole! ”
However, before Rodericka could get an answer, the orcs whipped their cocks out. On her knees, having them at eye height, and in the daylight, Rodericka could see all of them for their individuality, and the words died in her throat. She swallowed in a dry throat, panting as the scent of orc cock surrounded her face. Her pussy began drooling involuntarily.
The orcs began by saying something in unison that Rodericka didn’t understand, before they began rubbing their cocks on her face. Their heavy organs pressed on her nose, against her cheeks, her eyes, her lips, with balls even resting on top of her head. “Ggaaahhh!” she gasped heavily, as she let loose a heavy drool of arousal from between her legs. The orcs kept going, rubbing their sweaty stench into her face, and Rodericka could feel their cocks getting harder and harder.
As they got hard, some of the girls came by and started helping them jerk off, running their hands up and down the lengths, massaging their ball sacks with their hands. Rodericka didn’t know what they were doing, or why she’d gotten such a bigger bowl than everyone else, but not more stew, until the orcs started cumming into the food. Groaning, the orcs fired off thick ropes of cloudy white and yellow semen directly into Rodericka’s food. Rodericka’s heart fell as she watched the jelly-thick sperm sink into the broth, changing the color and consistency of the liquid until it was almost as thick as the cum by itself.
By the time the orcs were done, the amount of “food” in the bowl had doubled. Rodericka wanted to protest, but before she could, the orcs dispersed, petting her on the head and messing up her hair even more as they left her alone. “Are you for real?!” she eventually sputtered out. But it was too late. She looked around to see that everyone was already digging in, happily chatting to each other in little groups.
Something in Rodericka wanted to cause a scene, maybe even spill the cum-drenched concoction into the fire or something equally disruptive, but something in her stopped her. The orcs and women here just seemed happy, like they were at peace, and Rodericka didn’t want to upset it that much. Besides, dumping the stuff wouldn’t really do anything except leave her hungry. Better to marshal her strength, find her equipment, and get out of the camp when she got a chance. Theatrics wouldn’t save her, only clear thinking!
At least, that’s what her inner voice of Ulfila told him. She’d always been one for practical matters, taking things one at a time. “Darn it!” Rodericka muttered. No! No pity party for herself! Himself!
Taking the much heavier bowl to Yuliy and Kolo’s table, and letting the bowl land heavily on it, Rodericka grabbed a spoon and shoved it in. She had to work out a spoonful, long threads of cum like melted cheese connecting the morsel to the bowl. The pair watched as Rodericka shoved the whole spoon into her mouth, chewed for half a minute, and then swallowed, before pulling the spoon out.
There was a pregnant pause.
“Dang, that does taste pretty good,” she finally admitted.
*****
That night and the next few after it, the youngest of the mature orcs, Halga, had Rodericka. In his tent, the eager young orc kissed Rodericka with a vitality and intensity that left her head spinning. His tongue filled her mouth, exploring it like it was some new treasure, and Rodericka could only think of the girls he’d kissed before in the past. He wasn’t sure he’d ever shown this much honest need for any of them. It didn’t hurt that while kissing Rodericka, Halga kept squeezing Rodericka’s clit, making him squeal around his tongue. By the time Halga put Rodericka on her back and folded her legs up around her ears, Rodericka was almost begging for his cock to pound her womb.
After Halga, Rodericka spent time with the oldest orc, and Kolo’s uncle, Kull. Rodericka had to spend the time bouncing up and down his shaft while the aged greenskin slapped her ass every time she slowed down, orgasmed, any combination of the two, or just if he felt like hearing Rodericka’s sexy voice. When he came in her, Rodericka’s eyes rolled up in bliss. He remembered fucking an older bourgeois lady like this some years back, but she’d never humped his cock for all she was worth like he was doing for the orc. Each angle she fucked the orc made her gasp as the fat, bumpy cock raked across different parts of her pussy, and stabbed deep into her in new and exciting ways.
The day after that, Rodericka knew she had to find her equipment and escape. She ducked out of the old orc’s tent before dawn, and peeked her head into what she’d figured was the common treasury and armory for the camp. Sticking her head through the flap, she saw a number of chests, and all sorts of precious items, from fine weapons and armor to intricate spellbooks and more. Seeing her purple sheath in the very back, Rodericka’s eyes lit up in excitement.
But before she could rush in, two heavy hands grabbed her hips, and an orc cock speared into her pussy. Somehow, not seeing who was fucking her made it even more exciting, and Rodericka came three more times than usual on the orc cock. When he was finished, the sun was up, and Rodericka was warned to stay away from the treasury by Yuliy. “Unless,” she added, “you want to make sure we all get to see you getting pounded. Which I don’t mind, honestly! You’re very sexy when you orgasm.”
The heroine bristled at that compliment.
It was over a week into her time at the camp that Rodericka was allowed to finally wash herself. She needed it. Every inch of her body had been thoroughly coated with orc cum over and over again, melted off by her sweat and the vigorous manhandling the orcs gave her every day, then coated again. What made the cleaning really necessary for Rodericka was that she was starting to like the sticky slime feeling on her skin, and the constant smell of it filling her nostrils.
She went to the spring, just outside the camp wall, and was surprised when not one of the orcs, or even the camp women, came out with her. It confused Rodericka. Were they really just letting her out, all by herself? Rodericka stepped into the cool waters, and ducked herself under the surface in a single motion. Who did they think she was? Did they really not have any worries where she might do something like escape?
Rodericka thought about it. Her dripping head barely above the water, she looked out into the forest. She could follow the stream out of the forest, she remembered that much. But getting back to Bevel, nude, without even her sword… No! It was still too humiliating. To slink back into town, having failed miserably, it would totally prove that Asha and Ulfila and Tyla had been right about Roderick. She wouldn’t allow it!
The heroine tramped back into camp, grabbing a towel offered by young Juana and fluffing her hair dry. “Hey Juana,” she said, looking at Juana’s growing belly, “how long have you been here?”
Juana, her skin the same shade of brown as Diomeda’s, giggled. “Uhm… I only got here about two months before you.”
“And you’re already this far along! Dang, I’m sorry you got knocked up that quick.” Without thinking, her hand went out to touch the younger girl’s belly, and the feel of life beneath her skin sent an electric thrill through Rodericka.
Juana shook her head. “No, no! I… I really quite like it. It’s not what I was expecting, but… I’m settling in here. I think I can really see my future here.”
“You want to stay?!” Rodericka almost yelled. Juana nodded in return.
Rodericka rubbed her chin in disbelief. “What were you doing before coming here? Some farm girl these orcs picked up?”
Juana shook her head. “No, I was an adventurer.”
“An adventurer! And you just… let these orcs make you a mother? Why haven’t you tried to escape?”
“I don’t really see a reason to leave. When I give birth, I’ll raise my babies like the other women. It’s more fun than taking boring guild missions, honestly.”
The scoff that came out of Rodericka was borne from a deep feeling of offense. “Well… maybe YOUR adventures were boring! Mine weren’t!”
An orc came up behind Rodericka and ruffled her hair. “What your favorite adventure, Firehair?” he said in halting Common.
Rodericka turned a little red as her longer hair got in her eyes. But she was happy to regale the two of her most exciting adventure, going into the Tower of Triumph. It had been a harrowing experience, and as he recounted it, he couldn’t help but bring up all the times that Tyla, Ulfila, and Asha had helped him. It was way more than he remembered, and it made him stumble on even the most well-worn of his cliches. When she was finished, Juana was looking at her with sparkling eyes, and even the orc was clearly impressed.
“Wow! That’s really cool!” Juana said. Even the orc was engaged.
“I mean, I didn’t really do it all myself…” Rodericka admitted, rubbing the back of her head.
“Working together makes us strong. We orcs believe this,” he intoned solemnly, like he was repeating an important credo.
Rodericka was about to say something more, but suddenly the orc threw her over her shoulder. “Good story, but time for sex now,” he said.
“Hey! Hold on!” Rodericka kicked her legs. Juana waved at her with a knowing smile on her face. To her surprise the orc actually stopped. He grabbed her under her arms and held her in front of him.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Uhmmm,” she noised. “What are you gonna do to me?”
“I was gonna fold you in half and fuck ya,” he replied without any hint of embarrassment.
Rodericka blinked a few times. She hadn’t really been expecting him to stop. Wait, had she even wanted him to? Wait, was she getting excited by him carrying her like this, with the prospect of him rubbing his cock all over her body before sliding himself into her pussy and filling her womb with his thick jizz?
“I’ve… had that before? And don’t you have anything you need to do around camp that isn’t fucking me?” she said. She wasn’t entirely sure what her strategy was here, but maybe if she said that it would cause him to get bored.
The orc nodded thoughtfully. “Hmmm… then how about this.”
“How about wha-AAAGGGGHHH!”
The orc lifted Rodericka further up, then slipped her down onto his cock, right in the middle of the camp. Rodericka clung to his body for dear life as the force of gravity forced her body to hilt his cock to the very base. As the orc went to the leather-making workshop, each of his steps bounced Rodericka up and down his length, making the fat mushroom head pound into her cervix over and over again. “Haahhh! Please! Noooo! Don’t stomp so hard! Eeeeek!”
She came before he even made it to the tanning station.
Rodericka stayed with that orc, Mugo, for another few days. He liked it when she clung to his body while he fucked her, and so he liked to fuck her in the air, or holding her off the ground so her toes only brushed the dirt while he fucked her as hard as he could. Rodericka felt something strange when she clung to Mugo. She felt… safe? Even as he pounded her harder than Roderick had ever pounded any woman, she felt like she was in a good place when he did it. Even if she kept telling him to slow down, because if she orgasmed any more she’d go crazy, he didn’t stop, and she liked that.
No no no! She didn’t like it! Stumbling out of the steamy interior of the tent, Rodericka ran her hand through her hair. She definitely didn’t like getting fucked constantly! This was all… a diversion! Yeah! Let the orcs drop their guard around her, think they’d beaten her, and then hah! She’d make her move, strike faster than ever before, and show the jerks who was boss!
As she took another bowl of food from Elana, making sure Mugo and Kull gave her a healthy serving of orc jizz on top, Rodericka made her her ass stuck off the edge of the stump she sat on. It gave any orc who wanted, and that meant all of them, access to her asshole. It didn’t take long for Kolo himself to make sure to shove some fingers into Rodericka’s asshole, hooking them around as he thrust them in and out, until Rodericka’s face was buried in her cum-slathered meal, bubbles popping in the slime, her shrieks half-muddled.
Roderick had liked it when his girls played with his asshole, but this was on a whole different level. The next day, she followed Halga around the camp until the orc finally began fingering Rodericka’s asshole. But Rodericka got more than she bargained for, and the orc, slurping on her pussy while digging his digits in and out of her sphincter, slapped her face with his cock from below.
To stop the slapping, Rodericka shoved the cock into her mouth and started slurping on it. When Halga got close to cumming, he pulled Rodericka’s head down into his crotch, and came into her throat, dumping rope after rope of thick orc sperm into the heroine’s stomach. When Halga pulled his cock out of Rodericka’s mouth, a waterfall of the slime poured out from her lips, to form a pool that she promptly dropped her face into.
To try and avoid getting throat-fucked so hard again after that, Rodericka offered something different to the next orc. Dagin was Kolo’s second-hand orc, with a laugh that carried itself deep into the forests, propelled by his huge belly. Rodericka, not wanting to have his cock choke her out, offered to play with his balls. Dagin agreed, happily, which worried Rodericka. When Rodericka was confronted with his scrotum, she was met with a wave of musky steam, and a crotch that hadn’t been washed in ages. Dagin’s balls were huge and heavy, hanging low between his thighs.
The heroine got to work as best she could, kissing them even as the wiry hairs growing off the wrinkled sacs poked at her cheeks and eyes. She tongue-lapped the orbs, drinking the greasy sweat. Dagin pulled her head closer to his crotch to encourage her to go more thoroughly, and Rodericka sucked one into her mouth, looking like a squirrel, just with a different kind of nut in her cheek. It took almost two hours, but finally she felt Dagin’s balls contract against her lips, and a spray of cum erupted from his cock, to coat Rodericka’s back in a heavy layer of semen.
There we go! Rodericka congratulated herself. He must have blown everything! Wow, I’m really good at sucking orc balls, aren’t I?
Rodericka’s internal gloating was short-lived. It didn’t take long for Dagin to reposition himself so his asshole was off the ground, and before Rodericka could ask what he was doing, the orc shoved her face against his anus. Rodericka’s eyes rolled back as the smell and taste made her spurt. Her thoughts, jumbled and confused, couldn’t even begin to recollect themselves until she had already been eating his ass for half an hour, and by that point, her own fingers were buried so deep into her own aching pussy that pretending that she didn’t love it was a bridge too far even for Rodericka.
When Dagin came again, he came even more than the first load, and the thick sperm completely covered Rodericka’s back like she was being painted. For a moment, Rodericka thought about stopping there. She could feel Dagin’s pounding heartbeat as her tongue ran along the inside of his sphincter, and his breath was ragged for an orc. Even his hands on her head were weaker than before. In a moment, Rodericka knew she had him at her mercy.
Instead of stopping her rimjob there though, she decided to punish the orc for revealing to her that she liked eating ass, and tongue-fucked his hole as his balls covered her eyes, making him squawk and yowl all night long. By the time the sun came up, the orc was splayed out on the ground, shuddering, and Rodericka was totally covered in cum from head to toe. It reminded her of the first time Tyla had rimmed Roderick into cumming into a glass, and then drinking the filled container to replenish her mana.
She liked that idea, very much indeed.
After seeing how Rodericka drained Dagin almost dry, the other orcs were even more eager to play with Rodericka one on one, and the heroine took their challenge head on. Day by day, the heroine took on the sexual energy of the orcs. Laying on her belly, she spread her legs for one to fuck her into the ground. Another pair she forced to spitroast her, her legs dangling off the ground as her mouth and pussy got pounded. Drawing on the experiences Roderick had had, Rodericka played with the orcs, making them cum even more in each of her holes every day, and making her cum harder and more powerfully than she ever had as a man.
And yet, day by day, Rodericka’s memory of Roderick began to change. It was like she was outside the man, looking at a different person. When she thought of how he’d impregnated Tyla the first time as a young man, she could only think of how Tyla had asked him to pull out over and over again, which he’d ignored completely. And yet Tyla had loved Roderick still. But even love had its limits. Where was she? Where were Asha and Ulfila? Were they safe? Or were they in danger because they’d done something dumb, just like Roderick had?
Rodericka wondered if she’d ever turn back to Roderick. She knew what she’d do if she saw her companions though, and it would involve a lot of hugging and crying.
Every once in a while she glanced at the armory, thinking about getting her sword, but there was always something more important to deal with, like some fat balls or swollen, foreskin-covered cock head that needed her urgent attention.
Eventually Rodericka’s hoarding of orc jizz grew too much for the other women, who started to grumble. To compensate, and make it up to her fellow orc-fuckers, Rodericka started doing more in camp. She was finally allowed to wear a simple skirt and bandeau, but more often than not she left them off if she could help it. She liked being nude now, weirdly enough.
From Elana, Rodericka learned how to prepare the huge meals the camp needed, getting larger every day with the new births happening. She played with the oldest of the baby orcs, Yuliy’s first batch, and taught them how to hunt for small lizards and forest animals to add to the dinner pot.
But what really changed the atmosphere was when a corpse-eater, an awful necromantic construct of bones and pilfered flesh in a tall cylinder, came close to the camp while the orcs were hunting. Rodericka had been washing the bedding in the spring, wondering if the cum that was going into the spring had been what she’d tasted on the way into the camp that happy day before, when she had heard the distinctive magical wailing in the distance.
Rodericka sprung into action. Directing the other women and children to stay behind the walls, Rodericka got her sword in hand in less than a minute, and a little bit of mail that barely fit her bust within. She remembered exactly how Asha had destroyed the one in the Lich of Mansfeld’s tomb, and knew that she could do the same herself – knew that she had to, for the sake of the community behind her.
The heroine launched herself at the vile weapon of terror as soon as she was able, parrying the many swinging arms with aplomb, smashing one dry skull and then another with her pommel. Sharp, dry fingers scratched at her cheeks, drawing blood, but Rodericka didn’t even notice, too busy looking for the deep purple jewel that was the construct’s engine. The heroine dove close to the monster, and only as it tried to grab her limbs to capture her and take her back to its master’s lair to brainwash her, did the jewel come into view.
Rodericka, her sword frozen in place, headbutted the jewel, smashing it into a thousand slivers.
Walking back into the camp, Rodericka had been swarmed by everyone, hugging her, kissing her, crying for her safety. The group hug continued even as the orcs returned with another mighty beast they had brought down on their shoulders, and when Juana explained through tears and sniffing what had happened, they too joined in the group love session, kissing Rodericka, thanking her for being so brave.
For the first time in a long, long time, Rodericka remembered why it was nice to be an adventurer in the first place, and remembered the thrill of getting real adulation and appreciation. But there was a difference here – where before it had been masses of interchangeable faces and unrecognizable names heaping meaningless praise on Roderick, now Rodericka had Yuliy sobbing about how terrified she’d been and how sorry Elana was that she was too pregnant to fight, and Kull holding Rodericka tight as she sat on his lap, letting his embrace make her feel safer than she’d felt in years.
It felt better this way.
After a few weeks, Yuliy’s water broke while she was talking to Rodericka. Rodericka immediately carried the gravid woman to Kolo’s tent, and got all the necessary items to aid Yuliy in no time flat. Rodericka, remembering how Roderick had left Tyla alone for her births, stayed close to Yuliy, helping her new friend push, watering her brow, and giving her cups of orc cum to help give her strength.
After a few hours, a green head emerged from Yuliy’s birth canal. Rodericka helped pull him out of Yuliy, before cleaning him and wrapping him up, letting his squalling face rest against her breasts, which felt more full than before. By the time the birthing was done, Yuliy had three orcs in her arms, nursing as best she could between them. All the orcs were rubbing Yuliy’s head, kissing her, and generally treating her like an athlete after a winning race.
The sight made Rodericka’s heart swell, and the heroine was ready to run out of the tent and start bawling, even though she knew it wasn’t the right response. Why was she even so emotionally affected by the sight of Yuliy’s pure motherly love, anyway?! She was only lightly stroking their heads, kissing them, and treating them so tenderly!
Rodericka’s tears started rolling down her cheeks as she sniffled. “Why are you crying, Rodericka?” Yuliy asked, her voice exhausted but happy.
“I just…! I just think it’s so beautiful… !” She sucked in a long breath through her dripping nose. “And I wanna have my own babies, toooooooo!”
The realization made Rodericka’s emotional sobbing stop.
“Ah, crap ,” she grumbled.
The orcs, all assembled in the tent, all crowded around Rodericka. They had all heard what she had said, and sure, they were pretty sure she was pregnant already, but the lady wanted to be reassured, didn’t she?
Rodericka got the fuck of her life in that tent, and each time the orcs came in her, she knew what it was going to lead to. She’d known after the first day, hadn’t she? There had been no way to escape the happy fate, and why would she even want to, now? Catching Yuliy’s eye, the warlock gave Rodericka a thumbs up as the redhead came.
*****
Some weeks later, in an inn in a distant city, three women sat across from each other, each one slowly nursing their own drink, thinking their own thoughts.
Ulfila took a swig, draining her mug in a single draught like any good dwarven girl, before letting out a mostly satisfied breath. “Well, I’ll be honest, I had expected him to come find us by now, or at the very least shadow us so he could pointedly ignore us when we crossed paths.”
Sister Tyla adjusted her glasses, her wine glass still mostly full. “I don’t think he’s left the region of Bevel. At least, I haven’t heard of any news from him.” When the other two looked purposefully at her, she went a little red. “Just from what the other sisters told me while I was with my boys and girls! I didn’t ask for the news myself.”
Asha the dark elf scoffed. “Uh-huh, sure. Definitely not thinking about making a bigger family with the baby daddy, were you?” Tyla went even redder.
Ulfila, moving her mug back and forth, finally let out a deep sigh. “I hope he’s doing OK. I don’t think I ever saw Roderick cook for himself once,” she muttered.
“No!” Asha shot back. “We are not having another pity party for that dickhead! He made his bed, and now he’s sleeping in it – with some other stupid and naive girl, I bet!” Asha flipped her hair over her shoulder, before sighing herself. “Probably… making her suck his dick, or slapping her ass while rutting with her like a dog or something…” Her voice trailed off as she clearly remembered some nice moment she’d had, until the dark elf’s eyes shot open and she slapped the table. “I can’t believe I ever saw anything in him!”
“Ladies,” Tyla spoke, her tone alone telling the two what she thought of their previous shouting matches. “Keep Roderick in your prayers. He needs the Goddess’ guidance perhaps more than any of us here. But unless he opens his heart to her teachings of duty and self-sacrifice, he won’t listen to us. We made the right decision.”
Asha and Ulfila both looked down into their drinks. Sure, it made sense in their heads, but it was hard for their hearts, and even Tyla’s voice had a hint of self-convincing in it. Not a day had gone by since they’d left Roderick that his name hadn’t come up in some way among them, and the absence of his larger-than-life presence made each of the women a little sad, for some reason.
“Excuse to me? You are the companions of the Chevalier Roderick?”
The ladies looked, to see a dusky-skinned knight with short brown hair, her yellow uniform broken slightly at the waist by a burgeoning pregnancy.
“Yes? How can we help you, lady knight?” Tyla asked, before the other two shot dirty looks at her, and even she slapped her forehead when she realized how she’d responded.
The lady knight closed her eyes and let out a breath of relief. “I am Sir Diomeda of Paschon, and I have been searching for Sir Roderick ever since I met to him at Adelheim. I have heard no news of him or seen him since that night, but I learned that you three were nearby, and thought to ask for any assistance, even the smallest bit. To you might see, I am in the motherly way, and it is his child.” Her hands roamed over her growing belly, both nervous and loving. “I wish to him to name the child, and may hap…” she grew red and embarrassed, “I should like to be an honest woman!” She flashed such an authentic and honest smile that all the ladies felt a little blinded.
“Uhmmm…” Asha and Ulfila both noised, unsure how to start.
Tyla poured her a glass of wine and offered a chair. “Take a seat, dear, it may be a long story.”
An hour later, Diomeda let out a cry of surprise. “Ehhhh?! You lost him?”
“We didn’t lose him, we walked away!” Asha harrumphed. She hadn’t expected such a negative reaction from someone hearing the whole story.
“You… you…” Diomeda bit her lip, trying to think of the right word to express herself, “you abandoned him!”
“We gave him a choice, and he made the wrong one!” Ulfila tried to explain.
“But you knew he was like to this!” Diomeda exclaimed. “If you knew he was too proud to back down, why give him such a problem?” She looked to Tyla. “I know he was unfair to you, I believe to you that, but it isn’t fair to him to expect him to change instantly, either! By giving him your ultimiti-ulitmiati- ultimatum , you forced to him to choose the worst option and washed your hands of him! That isn’t heroism, either!”
Tyla said nothing, only fingering her wine glass fitfully. Diomeda looked at the others, and the elf and dwarf as well averted their gaze from the knight. Diomeda sighed, and stood up.
“Where are you going?” Asha asked.
“To find the Chevalier! If he is as you say, a braggart and a swindler and a miles gloriosus , then don’t you think it worrisome that no one has heard from him in months? Don’t your hearts ache to think he might have thrown himself into some treacherous hazard, or is in some confinement, wondering if anyone will come save him? If he is so weak, I have a duty to save him, for the sake of our child!” Diomeda slapped her hands against the table, her resolve clear.
For a long moment, there was no sound nor response from the others. Had Diomeda’s words failed to penetrate their frustration and grievance with Roderick? But just before Diomeda could close her eyes and turn to storm off and find Roderick alone, Tyla pushed her chair back with a wooden screech and stood up.
“Thank you, Sir Diomeda, for your words. You are right,” she said. “I allowed familiarity and not a small amount of jealousy guide my actions, not the Goddess’ commands. For the sake of my own children with Roderick, I cannot abandon him to the cruel wilds.”
Ulfila was next, throwing her hands on her hips and lifting one finger to the sky. “Even if he hasn’t changed, being there to knock some sense into him is more effective than leaving him to his own devices!”
Finally, Asha let out theatrical sigh, and pulled herself off the chair she’d been lounging across. “ Fiiiiine . Let’s find the dumbass. But I reserve the right to take anything I think is too nice for him off his hands in return for him still hogging the spotlight.”
Diomeda’s eyes sparkled. “We cannot fail then!”
*****
Rodericka rolled her hips up and down, her drooling pussy eagerly sucking up Kolo’s cock, sliding it around the inside of her tunnel. She kissed the orc, while Yuliy kissed Rodericka’s neck. The newborn orcs were sleeping in a cot on the other side of the tent.
Kolo kissed Rodericka, then Yuliy. His hands rested on Rodericka’s hips, and the feeling of his control over her body made Rodericka shiver in desire, even if he didn’t even exercise it. She loved the orcs’ hands. They bent her, moved her, shook her, carried her, fingered her, spanked her, hooked her, and, the most important thing of all, they controlled her. It was the most reassuring thing in the world for Rodericka to be in the embrace of an orc, now.
Yuliy’s hands roamed over Rodericka’s growing belly. Rodericka had undoubtedly been impregnated on her first night. But at the rate her belly was growing, she must have had a huge batch of babies in there, getting ready to be born.
Rodericka kept thinking of how she’d both escape the camp and help the orcs as Kolo came inside her yet again.
Breaking the kiss, Rodericka panted. “I’m… I’m still going to get out of here, you fat-cocked brute…!” she muttered. “I’ll turn back to normal once I give birth… then you’ll be sorry…” she mumbled between kisses with Kolo and Yuliy.
That was right. Once she gave birth, she’d turn back to Roderick. Then maybe she could convince the orcs to pack up and leave the forest while she collected the bounty from the guild, before rejoining them. It’d be a nice way to make some cash…
Rodericka felt happy. But as Kolo ejaculated into Rodericka’s cervix once again, the heroine hoped her old companions were having as good a time as she was.
The sound of a hammer beating on metal rang through the orc camp, rhythmically punctuating the conversations of the women, their breastfeeding, and the moans of those caught in lusty grips.
Rodericka hammered away at another piece of armor, the way Elana had shown her. Elana had been a blacksmith before getting caught up with the orcs, which Rodericka still felt was a strange coincidence, because Elana’s work looked similar to what she’d seen come from the forge of Elan Longshanks. Elana said they were siblings, which also explained to Rodericka why they looked similar.
Using Elana’s methods, Rodericka was helping out the camp by fixing up weapons and armor. Most of it was for the orcs, but that fall day, she was working on her own equipment. With her belly as big as it was, she couldn’t really throw on her old breastplate. But with Yuliy’s helpful charms, Rodericka was able to get as much protection as before, from a small surface. Rodericka hummed to herself as she hammered away, the shapes in her mind coming into being beneath her hammer strokes.
Each time her hammer came down, her body shivered. What had once been strange to Rodericka was now her daily life, and she was so used to the womanly form and her pregnancy that it was hard for her to remember that she hadn’t always been like this. She could feel her children move in her womb, and her heart nearly burst at how much she already loved them.
No wonder Tyla had always wanted to keep seeing her children, and wanting more of them! Roderick had always been obstinate about seeing them, pretending he had better things to do than hold little gurgling babies and howling toddlers. What had been his problem?
The forge wasn’t at full blast, but it was still hot in the covered shack, and Rodericka’s body dripped with sweat. It dribbled into her cleavage, down her back, between her ass cheeks, soaking into her heavy leather apron. The apron barely covered her now-huge breasts, and because of the size of her gravid belly, only just protected her hairy crotch from errant sparks coming from the fire. Even if it wasn’t perfect, it was the best one they had until the salamander’s skin was sufficiently tanned and ready to be divided.
Rodericka stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath and wiping at her forehead. She looked at the armor on the anvil, thinking what else she needed to do to it, and felt a heavy kick from within that made her let out a groan. “Hey! Calm down in there!” she admonished her unborn children sternly, before rubbing at her tight belly. As heavy as it was, she didn’t feel any less capable than before, something that Yuliy and the orcs were surprised and happy about.
The forest had been changing, and not for the better. More monsters, higher leveled and more aggressive than usual were popping up. The orcs were having a harder time hunting, and not a few of them had gotten some nasty scratches, bites, and bonks on the head that had required some tender care from the camp women. That Rodericka could wield a sword and defend the camp meant one fewer worry for Kolo and the orcs when they went out.
Rodericka’s fingers went under the apron and over her belly button, sticking out in a way Roderick had never experienced except when he’d been cursed to eat too much of Ulfila’s heavy dwarvish cooking. She felt the movement under her skin, the warmth inside of her more vital and powerful than even the most raging furnace’s hellish heat. She could feel three children in her, as big and strong as their daddy, she was sure of it.
It was a strange thing. For most places, a disputed parentage would leave the children abandoned or mistrusted by their paternal figures. But in the orc camp, the fact that Rodericka’s babies could have been any orc’s made them all protective of her. In a sense, her children were the children of the camp as a whole, and not any one orc. It was unusual to her, and it had taken some getting used to, but Rodericka liked it.
The fact that it meant all the orcs kept “checking up” on her and leaving her with a load of thick jizz in one of her holes was a bonus, though.
“Auntie! Auntie!” a younger orc cried out as he rushed into the shack. He was one of Yuliy’s oldest, from almost two decades ago despite his childish attitude, and he was tall enough that Rodericka’s breasts were well within range of his hands and bold enough to take advantage of it, facts that Rodericka was well aware of by now. The orc jumped onto Rodericka’s back, making her groan in response at his weight. He began massaging her breasts underneath her heavy leather apron, his fingers sinking into her udders from the side. “Is Auntie full yet? Can Guul help milk Auntie again?”
“Guul, I’m working!” Rodericka complained. “Can’t you bother Juana?” The young orc’s grabby mitts sank into Rodericka’s tits, his hands still smaller than Rodericka’s immense, dark brown areolae. His nails dug into Rodericka’s flesh, and the heroine had to stifle some moans, which she failed at.
“No, no! Auntie Juana is feeding her babies! She told Guul to bother Auntie Rodericka!” Guul’s hands kept grabbing and releasing, pulling Rodericka’s tits out from the apron, where they flopped down heavily onto her belly. Already, her nipples were standing up tall, thicker than the youth’s fingers. Guul grabbed onto both and started tugging wildly, stretching Rodericka’s heavy tits. “See, see! Auntie’s udders are super heavy! Guul feels all the milk in there, it’s so heavy! Guul can help, Guul can help!”
“N-nhhgghh! No, Guul! Haaaggghhh!” Rodericka let out lusty moans as the youth squeezed her nipples in his fists. She felt a rush of blood into her labia, arousal beginning to spill out of her curled outer lips. “Auntie’s got things to do!”
“Yeah, like making these lighter! Don’t these udders get in the way, Auntie?” Guul asked, amazed. He lifted one breast up, and it sagged under the sheer weight, before he let it go and it landed on her belly with a slap.
“Nnnhhhhoooohhhh!” Rodericka squealed as she came, squirting hard into the dirt below her. She panted, trying to catch her breath on shaky legs. She could feel the milk in her breasts beginning to bead on the surface, the stimulation tricking her body. Guul felt it too.
“Ah! Milk! Auntie’s milk!” Guul spread some on his hand and brought it to his mouth, licking at it. “Mmm! Tasty tasty!”
Then the orc jumped off Rodericka’s back. “But Auntie’s busy, so Guul will go now!” He started moving to leave, whistling.
Rodericka’s eye twitched.
Before Guul could escape the shack, a hand landed on his shoulder, gripping him stronger than any of the other women could. Her heavy breathing filled his ears. “Uhm… Auntie…?” he asked, worry creeping into his voice.
“Don’t… you… dare… leave me… like THIS! ” Rodericka yelled. The orc youth was yanked off his feet, and in a moment he was on his back, his legs splayed out. Rodericka threw off her apron with a flourish, her huge breasts flopping around. Each one was bigger than Guul’s head, and milk was already leaking from both of them in a soft dribbling.
With fire in her eyes, Rodericka whipped off the youngster’s loincloth, revealing his stiff member. It wasn’t as big or as burly as the older orcs’, but it was still bigger than Roderick’s cock had been. “You wanted to milk Auntie, huh?” Rodericka licked her lips. “Wanted to empty her udders, huh?” She slammed her hands onto the youth’s hips to keep him from crawling away. “Well guess what, bucko! You’re getting Auntie Rodericka’s titty treatment now!”
Grabbing her breasts from beneath, Rodericka lifted and pulled her breasts apart, creating a huge space between where Guul’s cock stood stiff. Then she slammed her breasts together, with the youth’s organ caught in between. The impact created a massive slap, and Guul threw his head back as his whole body stiffened.
“Uuuoooohhhh! Auntie! That’s too much!”
Rodericka grinned. “That was only one blow, Guul! You’re gonna need to learn to take more punishment than that if you wanna tangle with Auntie like you do!” Lifting her breasts up again, Rodericka smothered Guul’s cock a second time, then a third, and then a fourth. Each time her breasts clapped against the bumpy shaft, Rodericka felt spurts of precum splash out to cover her cleavage from within. Each time she attacked, Guul let out cries of pleasure, his body shaking uncontrollably.
Rodericka slammed her breasts together one more time, and Guul couldn’t hold it in anymore. He came, and Rodericka felt a flood of warm cum drench her cleavage, before yellowed jizz began to seep out of the tight fissure below her gaze.
“Ehhh? What’s this, Guul? You already came?” Rodericka teased.
“Yes Auntie! Guul came, Guul came! Guul is sorry for interrupting beautiful Auntie Rodericka and her important work!”
Rodericka smiled. “Awww, that’s sweet of you to say, Guul. But I don’t think you’re sorry enough .” The heroine smushed her breasts tightly against the young orc’s cock, and began moving her heavy milk bags around. With Guul’s cum and Rodericka’s sweat mixing together, Rodericka’s cleavage acted as the perfect tormenting onahole for the orc. Her breasts squeezed and massaged the length, pushing and pulling at it as Rodericka moved her bust around in a circle.
“Aaahhh! Auntie…! Too strong…!” Guul moaned. He tried to counterattack by grabbing onto Rodericka’s nipples and yanking as hard as he could, but Rodericka wasn’t going to let that stop her. She licked her lips and moaned as Guul pulled on her nipples, milk shooting into the air in random arcs. Some of it landed on Guul’s chest and face, other spurts splashing back down onto Rodericka’s cleavage, mixing into the slurry of liquids between her breasts.
“Come on, Guul!” Rodericka taunted him. “Your daddy can take more of my titty tanking! You gotta learn too!” She started moving her breasts backwards and forwards, alternating left and right, twisting the cock to clockwise and back. Guul responded with moans, and another orgasm. More cum boiled out of Rodericka’s cleavage, a few heavy dollops flying out and splashing her face. She licked at it as it fell across her lips, savoring the flavor.
Rodericka continued her punishment paizuri for an hour. Guul begged her to stop for the entire time, but Rodericka wouldn’t let him out of her clutches. After she’d wrung twelve more orgasms from Guul, she switched to sliding her improvised onahole up and down Guul’s shaft. Her tits slapped against his crotch over and over again, with such force that when Yuliy popped her head in, she was sure that she would see Rodericka riding cowgirl. Guul saw his mother, and let out a wordless cry for help. But the warlock woman only waved at him and blew him a kiss before going back to her own work.
When Rodericka was finished, Guul was totally drained of semen, laying on the ground and shivering. Rodericka’s bust was drenched in semen, sweat, and milk, and the redheaded heroine made sure to slurp up as much as she could, scraping it off her face, her neck, and from her cleavage with cupped palms.
“Now, what did we learn today?” Rodericka asked Guul as she slurped at a handful of cum.
“Don’t bother Auntie when she’s working…?” Guul mumbled.
“No!” Rodericka shot back, flicking her finger against Guul’s forehead. “The lesson is don’t half-ass things! If you’d started ramming your cock into me while pulling on my tits, I’d’ve been putty in your hands! But instead you only got me heated up, and when you turned your back on me, I had you!” Rodericka started giving Guul a noogie, rolling her knuckles over his bald head. “So did we learn the lesson?!”
“Yes! Yes, Auntie, Guul learned! Guul will fuck Auntie double-hard next time!”
Rodericka let go of the orc. “Good! Now get outta here, I wanna finish before daddies get back.” Rodericka gave Guul a shove, and the young orc stumbled away, staggering on weak legs. Watching Guul walk away, Rodericka took a deep breath.
She’d gotten into a habit of calling Kolo and the other older orcs “daddy,” and she still wasn’t sure how she felt about it. On one hand, it felt right , but she still felt a little too girly when she said it. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach when she thought of being a mother, but she still wondered if this was right. Shouldn’t she try to escape when she gave birth? Shouldn’t she try and get rid of this transformation?
But if she was Roderick again, what would it get her? She found it hard to remember what had been so good about that life. But that too kind of worried her. What if this happiness wasn’t real, but only because of the potion?
Rodericka could hear Asha’s scoffing laughter in her memory, from a time when Roderick had been hit with a charm spell and ended up kissing the dark elf’s foot. It was a possibility, she had to admit it. But then what could she do? Leave the camp and her newborn babies when she gave birth? The mere thought of it made her heart sick.
Trying to put aside these rough thoughts, Rodericka threw herself back into activity, tying her apron back on, working the forge, grabbing her hammer and pounding away. The breastplate transformed under her working more and more, and she felt joy at seeing the image from her mind’s eye take shape in front of her.
“Kyaaa!” came a piercing scream from the other side of camp. Rodericka grabbed her sword and raced outside. She saw the orcs limp into the camp. But instead of their usual big game on their stretcher, there was an orc.
“ Kolo! ” Yuliy screamed when she saw who was on the stretcher. She ran towards the hunting party, Rodericka just behind her.
The orcs groaned as they let down Kolo, and to Yuliy and Rodericka’s relief, the hard impact on the ground caused the orc to cough in pain. Yuliy frantically looked over him, touching his face, kissing him, sobs falling out of her throat. Kolo weakly returned the warlock’s affection. Rodericka grabbed Kull, only for the old orc to wince, and Rodericka saw that his arm was bleeding.
“Kull, what happened?” Rodericka asked. The other women came out with as many healing items as they could find, poultices and bandages and precious potions, helping the orcs take their armor off as gingerly as possible. Rodericka helped Kull take off his breastplate.
“We hunted big aurochs. But aurochs further and further these days. We went to the Cave of Two Mouths, and there we found aurochs, but also terrible monsters.” The orc hissed as Rodericka took his gauntlet off, and a long cut on his forearm came into view. He hissed more when Rodericka started cleaning it with a wet rag, but the heroine didn’t apologize.
“What kind of monsters?” she asked, deadly serious.
“Things like that corpse eater you defeated, but even more terrible.” Kull’s eyes looked dull as he remembered. “We fought them off again and again as we retreated, but they kept coming, hordes of skeletons, ghosts, and things too terrible to speak of!”
“Well, you’re gonna have to speak of them, because if they’re in the forest, we’re gonna have to deal with them!” Rodericka snapped back as she tied a clean bandage over the cut. “How did Kolo get hurt?”
“It was the master of the skeletons. He fired a dart at my nephew not a few hours ago. Kolo fell into a swoon, and we bore him back here.”
“Master of the skeletons… Crap, there’s a lich out there!” Rodericka looked out of the entrance to the camp, and suddenly the forest seemed much bleaker than it had before.
*****
“Excuse to me, good lady, but this is the adventurer’s guild of Bevel, correct I am?”
The receptionist at the desk looked up at the voice, her face a combination of hope and worry. “Yes! Are you here about the urgent quest? Please tell me you’re here about the urgent quest.”
Sir Diomeda sighed. It seemed like ever since she had met up with Tyla, Ulfila, and Asha to find Sir Roderick, the party had been waylaid over and over again by near-disasters. Granted, the party had been happy to help, because that was what heroes did, but it had certainly added some months to their return to Bevel. Diomeda’s belly was impossible to hide, and she was beginning to worry she wouldn’t find the father before the babies were born, a bad omen.
Diomeda wasn’t incredibly superstitious, but she did want Roderick there to meet his newborn children. Tyla had told her that their birth would be coming sooner rather than later, and Diomeda believed in the sister’s childbirthing experience.
“Before this urgent quest…” Diomeda began, seeing the receptionist deflate a little. “It is known to you, the name and face of the hero Roderick the Bold?”
The young woman tried to hide a grimace, but failed, making Diomeda raise an eyebrow. Diomeda had become much better at reading people ever since Asha had started giving her tips about what to look for when people tried to hide things. The dark elf was such a treasure trove of wisdom!
“Yeeeeeeeessssssss,” the woman drew out her response.
“...aaaaaand?” Diomeda prompted. “Did he ever take a quest from you and return from it?”
“Umm, yes, he took a quest…”
“I did not see his name on your completed quest register?”
“He never came back to register it completed?”
Diomeda’s heart pounded in her chest. “What quest was it, lady? Is it on the board? Ulfila, do you see Sir Roderick’s name on the board!” she yelled to the dwarf across the common room.
“Not here, Dio!” Ulfila yelled back.
“No! No, we, uhh, we took the quest down a few days after Sir Roderick failed to return,” the receptionist explained.
“What do you mean? What quest was this?”
The woman reached under the counter, opened up a safe, and pulled out a piece of paper with a half-dozen names appended to the bottom. Diomeda grabbed it and scanned the text thoroughly.
“Robbers… orcs in the woods… pacification… Elan Longshanks… Juan of Delrado… Roderick the Bold!” Diomeda checked the times on the stamps. “Nine months ago!”
“What’s up?” Asha asked, leaning over Diomeda’s shoulder to glance at the paperwork. Asha had taken a liking to Diomeda, whose fiery sense of justice was so earnest it wasn’t overbearing, but persuasive. “Elan Longhshanks… I think we met that guy a few years ago, when we went to Atalapia. He made great equipment.”
“Roderick took this quest nine months ago, and never came back!” Diomeda showed the text to Ulfila and Tyla, coming up behind Asha. The three read the text and dates.
“Multiple adventurers have gone missing taking this quest. Caution advised,” Tyla read, worry sticking in her throat. “Young lady, was this quest completed by anyone?” she asked the receptionist.
“No! After Roderick failed to return, and seeing that other well-regarded adventurers had failed at it, the guild pulled the quest from public view. We didn’t want more people to get hurt.”
Tyla’s mouth drew a thin line. “Roderick took the quest only a few days after we split up.”
“Oh, crap! There’s no way he was in his right mind! He probably just rushed out there going on about how he was going to show us up by doing a quest all by himself!” Ulfila imitated Roderick’s angry stomping.
“Orcs shouldn’t have been too hard for him, even if it was a whole village of them, though,” Asha added. “We’ve fought ‘em enough times before.”
“Then this is our best lead, and it’s best that we go into the forest to find these orcs!” Diomeda proclaimed, to the assent of the others.
“Wait!” the receptionist cried out. “Please, please, please, before you rush out! You’re a high level group, right?”
Diomeda nodded. “All of us are qualified for G-rating quests, yes.”
The receptionist let out a breath and pulled out another paper. “Then please , read this urgent quest!”
Diomeda took it and read it, holding it down and away so that Ulfila could see the text from below. “Vicinity of Bevel… undead hordes… necromancers seen… lich?! ” all four women said the word with the same combination of surprise and worry.
“Yes, please! You’ve got to help us! There’s been fights with corpse eaters in the villages and hamlets nearby, we’re truly terrified of being overrun!”
Diomeda traded glances with the others. Yes, finding Roderick was important, but helping people who had no one to turn to but adventurers was important as well. They’d already stopped three other crises, what was a fourth?
All four nodded at each other.
“We’ll help you and kill the lich!” Diomeda proclaimed.
*****
“I’m going to kill the lich!” Rodericka proclaimed.
“No, you’re not!” Yuliy cried out.
The two women stared daggers at each other in the tent, the adult orcs arranged in a circle around the perimeter. Kolo lay on a bed of furs, wheezing and groaning in pain occasionally. No matter what Yuliy tried, the wound in his belly refused to heal. The orcs all showed grim expressions.
“What other alternative is there?” Rodericka shot back.
“We could leave! Pick up and go somewhere else, we’ve done it before!”
“We’d have to run out of here with practically nothing but what we could carry! We’d lose too much, let alone what might happen if skeletons caught us on the road!”
Yuliy grimaced at the thought. With so many newborn babes and young children, it’d be tough to protect everyone.
“We can’t stay though… we’ll be overrun before long!” Yuliy shouted. She looked at Kolo, groaning in his fitful sleep.
“That dart was cursed, Yuliy,” Rodericka said, gently grabbing Yuliy’s arm. “Unless the lich is destroyed, Kolo will die. Unless the lich is destroyed, we may lose everything we have here, either in this camp, or on the road, totally defenseless.”
Yuliy sobbed, closing her eyes. “I can’t… we can’t ask this of you! It’s too dangerous! Didn’t we overpower you with a simple spell when you arrived? What if something even worse happens to you with the lich…!”
Rodericka pulled Yuliy into a tight hug, where the warlock began sobbing. “Ohhh, Rodericka!” Yuliy cried into Rodericka’s chest. “What… what can we do ?!”
Rodericka saw where the warlock’s terror was coming from. She really had been pretty dumb when she’d arrived at the camp, hadn’t she? But she wasn’t the Roderick that had swaggered in, heartbroken and jealous and furious at being abandoned anymore. She was someone different.
“I’ve defeated a lich before, Yuliy. I’m by myself this time, but I know how it’s done. I can do this .” Rodericka brushed at Yuliy’s hair. “You’ve just got to trust me, you know?” Yuliy sniffed a few more times.
“Can some of us come with you?” Halga asked, his common speech much better after a few months of Rodericka correcting his grammar.
Rodericka shook her head. “No, bad idea. I’ve got a special blessing from the Goddess that weakens undead and demons that I face. The more of us there are, the more likely we get discovered far away, and the harder it is to attack the lich himself. I’ll go in alone.” The orcs didn’t look happy at that. Rodericka ran through her mind, remembering what she and the girls did when they attacked the Lich of Mansfeld.
“That’s it! You guys can do some things for me. I need some special potions, whatever magic gear we’ve got, and some special equipment. While I’m finishing up my armor, can you do this stuff for me?”
The orcs roared their assent. Rodericka began directing everyone, giving them lists of things to gather, collect, or put together. When the orcs ran out to do their tasks, Rodericka saw that Yuliy sat next to Kolo, stroking his feverish forehead. The heroine squatted next to Yuliy and hugged her tight.
“I won’t let our family down, OK?” she whispered into Yuliy’s gray hair. “Believe in me, won’t you?” Yuliy’s hand grabbed onto Rodericka’s arm, and for a moment the two stayed in silence. After a bit, Rodericka slowly detached herself, and went to the door.
“Wait, Rodericka!” Yuliy cried out. The redheaded heroine looked over her shoulder, deftly catching a little amulet, a silver snake, thrown by Yuliy. “It’s to help you against any kind of paralyzing spells or potions.” Such as the one Yuliy had given to Rodericka that fateful day, months before.
Rodericka grinned back at her. “Nobody’s freezing me this time, that’s for sure!” she proclaimed, before leaving the tent.
The camp went into a frenzy of activity to outfit Rodericka. The orcs went over each of their bits of armor, comparing their qualities. The ladies heaped on Rodericka every potion they could find, every bit of magic gear that might possibly help, and even blessings from the girl cleric. Rodericka ran to the forge, and grabbed her armor, throwing it on.
When she came out, she was dressed in in bikini plate armor, made from her old breastplate. Everyone oohed and ahhed, making Rodericka’s chest swell with pride. She’d worked hard on it! It was the best thing for her to wear, considering her big belly. Even Elana gave her a big thumbs up, complimenting her work. Throwing on a cloak meant to enhance her stealth, boots of speed, earrings to keep her strength from failing, and more, Rodericka felt like she really had a chance. Despite the darkness in the night sky above, she thought there was a ray of hope.
Before she left, though, the orcs pulled her aside. “Are you sure we can’t come with you?” Halga asked.
Rodericka shook her head. “No, you need to defend the camp. Who knows what monsters might be roaming around, tracking the way you came back? Or what might be fleeing the lich and barrel through here?” The sounds of the cows in their pen mooing and stamping their feet made the point to the orcs, that a beast in panic was as much a danger as any skeleton.
The orcs conferred to one another for a moment. Then they reconvened with her. Halga held out a huge waterskin, heavy and warm to the touch when Rodericka took it. Rodericka only had to unstop the opening to get the familiar, head-swimming smell of concentrated orc jizz filling her nostrils. “Our essence. It will help keep you strong!”
Rodericka grinned devilishly. “Well, how can I not win, when I’ve got this ultra-strong potion from you guys!” The orcs flexed and let out a roar of defiance as Rodericka closed it up and put it away.
The heroine wasted no time setting out, not with Kolo’s life on the line. She jogged through the forest, now much clearer in her mind than it had been when she’d first ventured into it as Roderick. She gripped her sword sheath tightly as she leaped gracefully over streams and fallen trunks, quietly avoided beasts that were being driven crazy with terror, and generally navigated her way towards the Cave of Two Mouths.
No more was this an alien landscape for Rodericka. She passed a hollow where she and Dagin had gotten stuck in the rain, and he’d used the close quarters to kiss her while fingering her until she squirted harder than the rain coming down. Then she went by a little pond where she’d gone swimming with Halga, and had gotten fucked while in the water as the young orcs had come to ask Auntie Rodericka for advice. No, the forest was her home now, and she used her knowledge of it to best effect, skirting by patrols of skeletons by ducking around small hillocks, crawling through hollow logs to avoid corpse eaters, and more.
Man, Asha would be so proud to see me actually use her scouting techniques, wouldn’t she? Rodericka thought. No, she’d be proud, but she wouldn’t actually say anything about it, would she? she corrected herself, smiling at the thought of the dark elf’s face turning red, trying not to say something nice about Roderick.
All of a sudden, Rodericka wished she was with her party more than anything else. She could use Tyla’s wisdom and healing, Ulfila’s down-to-earth manner and unstoppable energy, and Asha’s wits and keen eye. If she ever saw them again, Rodericka told herself she’d do better with them, that she’d take care of them the way she’d been supposed to when she had been their leader.
As Rodericka was thinking about her former companions, memories of a dozen adventures flooded her mind, not distracting her from what she was doing, but illuminating it. The way she moved quietly was Asha’s movement. The way she protected her pregnant belly was exactly how Tyla did so when she was pregnant on their adventures. The way she drew strength from the earth, itself fighting off the dark energies of the Lich’s influence, was what Ulfila did. So much of what Rodericka was as an adventurer was because of what she’d picked up from them over the years they’d fought together.
Oh Ulfila, I’d do anything to hear you cheer me up right now! Asha, I wish you could call me some weird names because I’m trying to be acrobatic while pregnant! Tyla, I know I’m doing the right thing, but I wish you could see me do it for the right reasons now, and not because I’m trying to get into someone’s pants!
In fact, the memories were so strong, Rodericka almost thought she heard their voices in the distance. She kept going, until she heard more shouting, and realized that it wasn’t some hyperactive memory in her mind, but the actual voices of her companions. Rodericka could pick those voices out anywhere! The heroine started running, and when she heard the sounds of fighting, she ran as hard as she could.
Diomeda swung her sword around in precise arcs, cutting apart zombies and skeletons with ease as they pressed in on the four adventurers, stuck in a little depression between tree-covered hillocks. Next to her, Ulfila swung her hammer around, crushing a corpse eater’s jeweled core and causing the abomination to disintegrate. Asha threw knives at the nearby necromancer, knocking him off his feet before he could cast a spell. Tyla held her shining staff high in the air, forcing ghosts and spirits to flee in terror of her righteousness.
They had been fighting for a while now, and while they were making good progress, they were beginning to get bogged down. More necromancers kept coming and reinforcing the undead besieging them, and it was tough to get good shots on the purple-robed villains while still defending themselves from the horde. Diomeda was beginning to sweat, worry knitting her brow as she decapitated a zombie with a flick of her rapier.
“Asha, can you take those mages down!” Ulfila called out, her hammer swinging around over and over again, knocking down rows of skeletons at a time, only for them to reassemble themselves from different bones each time.
“I know!” the dark elf shouted back. “They’ve got some magical darkness going on, it’s hard to see them that far away!” A zombie came up behind her, but before it could grab her, the elf reached behind her and planted her hands on its shoulders, before hauling herself up into the air, twisting around, and then coming down and crushing its torso with her feet in a single movement of inestimable grace. “Sis, can you do anything about it?” she asked Tyla.
Tyla grimaced. “They are attempting to poison us, blind us, choke our throats, and panic us with malevolent spirits! I am doing the best I can, but I’m prioritizing!” She spoke a blessing quietly, and another blast of light from her staff made the air turn a less sickly hue of green. “Diomeda, any thoughts?”
The dark-skinned lady knight grimaced. They had plenty of powers they could use, but anything they used now would be unavailable to them against the Lich, and who knew how strong he was to have amassed such a following? Diomeda was about to say something, when a cry filled the air.
“TIME TO MEET YOUR MAKER, SCUMBAGS!” Rodericka cried out as she emerged out of the trees, just behind the main clump of necromancers. Her sword shot out, defeating two in a single blow, sending them groaning to the forest floor. The others, surprised at the sudden and unexpected attack, tried to split some of the undead to deal with the new interloper. Rodericka refused to let them run away though, and hounded the mages like an enraged honey badger, pushing them into a rout as she swung her sword, each swing sending a mage into a swoon.
The split in attention was all the other heroines needed. With the press of curses lightened, Tyla focused on shining light on the remaining necromancers. Asha’s knives went singing through the air immediately after, and four out of five of them fell, crying out in pain. The undead were smashed into pieces by Ulfila and Diomeda as well, and this time they didn’t get back up. In moments, the field was cleared, the enemies defeated.
“That’s right, run away, bastards!” Rodericka shouted at the surviving necromancers, fleeing away from the adventurers as fast as their weak legs could carry them. “Ha ha! Damn, I still got it, don’t I!” Rodericka laughed, sheathing her sword and dusting her gloved hands a bit. She then remembered who was there, and jogged over to the heroines. “Hey there! I heard the fight in the distance, and I came… to… help…” Rodericka’s mouth began to slow down as she recognized exactly who the fourth woman with her old companions was.
Oh. Crap.
Seeing Diomeda, and seeing her gravid belly, sent a warning bell ringing in Rodericka’s head. The lady knight smiled broadly and rushed forward, grabbing Rodericka’s hands between her own, while the other three members grabbed their gear and any loot from the monsters and mages they could find.
“Oh, thank to you, kind lady!” Diomeda said, her earnestness complete. “We are into your debt, for my companions and myself were hard-pressed! I am Sir Diomeda of Paschon, and these are my dear friends and adventuring companions Ulfila Stoutheart, Asha the Keen, and Sister Tyla! May I ask to you your name?”
Rodericka smiled, embarrassed and worried. She suddenly remembered why she hadn’t tried to leave the camp before turning back into a man, because if her companions knew she’d been turned into a woman, she’d never hear the end of their teasing and jabs. Looking at them all, smiling at her, thankful for her support in the fight, Rodericka was torn. She decided to err on the side of caution.
“Errr… I’m… Roderick... a… ” she muttered. When Diomeda leaned forward, cupping her ear, Rodericka took a deep breath. “Rodericka!” she said.
“Rodericka! It is most pleasure to meet such a strong swordswoman as you, and pregnant as well!” The knight thought for a moment. “You know, you look very similar to someone I met!”
Oh no.
“Are you related to Sir Roderick the Bold, Rodericka? My companions and I are searching for him, since he went missing. You have the same fiery mane of hair, and your scar reminds to me of him sorely!”
“I’m related!” Rodericka squeaked out. “Distant cousin, I think, ya know.”
Diomeda’s smile was utterly genuine. “I see, I see! Maybe I can ask of you about him later, but there are more important things to ask! Why are you in these dangerous woods?”
“Ahh, well…” Rodericka scratched the back of her head. “You know… heard about… that Lich! Yeah! That terrible monster that’s threatening us all, that’s what brought me here!”
Diomeda gasped. “You came for the danger? You are so brave! We came to fight the monster too. Would you join to us just for this battle?”
“S-sure…” Rodericka assented.
“Rodericka will join to us to fight the Lich!” Diomeda announced, to the waves and pleased voices of the others. The three came over, with even Asha smiling a little bit at the unexpected help.
“Hello!” Ulfila proudly announced. “Nice to meet you Rodericka!”
Asha gave a casual salute from her temples. “Thanks for the assist.”
Tyla bowed her head. “We appreciate your help, now and with the Lich. I’m sure it will make the ordeal easier.”
Rodericka smiled nervously, waving. “Thanks! I’m really excited to be working with you all, I’ve heard a lot about you!” The heroines were politely pleased at that, except for Ulfila, who jumped in excitement that she was famous.
Rodericka wondered, looking at her companions’ equipment, if she might have made her bikini armor a little too skimpy. Her dark areolae, leaking milk, were almost twice the size of the small, blue metal disks on top of them. Between her legs, the thin piece of metal between her legs practically showing off her wrinkled labia rather than concealing it, her pubic hair poking out of the edges.
But to Rodericka’s relief, no one made any mention of it. Rodericka slotted into the party easily, and with her directions, the group made easy time to the Lich’s lair, to the relief of the others. Outside the cave, the party stopped for a moment to prepare for their attack. Diomeda went over some plans, but she relied mostly on everyone knowing what their strengths were.
While the Paschonite made sure everyone was as strong as they could be, Rodericka took a long swallow from her waterskin of orcish cum. When Diomeda caught her eye, a quizzical look on her face, Rodericka coughed and pulled it from her mouth, yellow cum dribbling from her lips. “ Kaffhh… Uhhh… it’s a special strength potion,” she explained lamely. “Want to try it?” Rodericka hoped that the smell might leave the heroines to politely decline.
“I’d love to!” Diomeda clapped, taking the waterskin and taking a huge swig of orc jizz. Rodericka’s mouth dropped as she watched the dusky-skinned knight drain at least half of the huge skin, her throat swallowing gulp after gulp. When she stopped drinking, she she let out a satisfied sigh, before an unexpected burp made her turn red from embarrassment. “Oh! Apologies! It is very thick and warm, and the taste is much delicious!” She handed the skin back to Rodericka, who finished the rest of it.
When everyone was ready, the attack on the Lich’s lair began. Although many of his servants and undead were wandering the forest, the cave itself was still strongly-defended, and the fighting was tough from the word go. But no one in the party was a novice, and to Diomeda’s surprise, Rodericka worked together with everyone like they’d fought together for years. Rodericka stopped a giant bat from attacking Tyla, who then stopped a ghost from freezing Rodericka. The swordswoman let Asha springboard off her sword to snipe a necromancer hiding in a high-up hole. Ulfila even let Rodericka throw her over a wave of zombies to smash a necromancer.
“You fight so well with us, Rodericka!” Diomeda panted, smiling. “You have not adventured with these three before?”
“No! No, definitely not!” Rodericka shook her head. “It’s just… very compatible styles, you know!”
“But you knew when Sister Tyla was about to finish her secret prayer? Not even I know that yet!”
“Umm… I just guessed when she’d be ready to attack?”
“But how did you know Asha was about to be puppeted by a ghast? All she did was smile at you!”
Rodericka’s eyes darted from side to side. “Well… aren’t dark elves known to be dour at all times? I thought it was weird she smiled at all!”
Diomeda nodded. “Wow, the Goddess has truly blessed us with your help, Rodericka!”
Down in the depths of the cavern, the party eventually came across the heart of the evil. The Lich was an assemblage of precious metals and jewels, shaped like a human man in the prime of his life, and his bleached skull on top ringed with a crown.
The battle was the hardest that Rodericka had ever been in. It went on and on, and every time the party made some damage against the malevolent entity, it made him unleash more powerful and terrible magic around them. Blasts of stone-melting fire, lightning that scored the walls, mists of choking gas, all of them the party repulsed or avoided through skill, preparation, and luck.
But still, the party took damage. Rodericka got caught by a blast of wind that shredded her cloak. Tyla got hit by a boulder in the leg and was knocked to the ground. While Ulfila yanked the rock off the sister, the dwarf got hit with a shower of ice darts. Asha had her knives redirected at her, and took some nasty cuts. Diomeda, holding her shield in front of her, got hurt as she defended the others from more spells, falling to one knee before the spells stopped for a moment, and the adventurers redoubled their attacks.
Bit by bit, the Lich lost more of his sculpted body. When the monster was down to one arm and a broken torso under his skull, the empty sockets stared at the party. In those voids, there was a magic of paralysis, unleashed now at the end of the Lich’s strength.
Everyone froze. Everyone, that was, except Rodericka and Diomeda. Rodericka felt the humming of Yuliy’s charm, and the pin of Diomeda’s silver cloak glowed brightly as well. The two swordswomen nodded to each other. Together, they both leaped towards the floating statue, shouting as they brought their swords down.
“ For peace! ” cried Diomeda.
“ For my family! ” cried Rodericka.
Their blades smashed into the Lich. The creature’s skull exploded, and then so did the cavern, flooded with arcane energy.
*****
“You should have SEEN the size of that bat! Asha just threw one knife, ONE! And she totally hit it right between the eyes, like bluagggaaahhhhh !” The inhabitants of the orc camp clapped and stamped their feet in glee at how Rodericka told the story of how the Lich was defeated. Next to her, the other four heroines sat smiling, grateful that Rodericka had brought them to a place with real food. The sun was just in the morning half of the sky, but the camp was in full celebration mode.
Rodericka hadn’t even thought about whether it was appropriate to bring the party back to the camp. It had been automatic, her heart bursting to know whether she’d done it all before any more damage had been done to her home. When she’d arrived, there had been a field of broken skeletons and zombies, but on hearing her approach, she’d seen green heads peek over the palisades, and everything came to light. The undead had attacked in the night, but been repulsed with no casualties each time they tried to overrun the walls, until the defeat of the Lich had made them all collapse into complete and final death.
The camp welcomed the other heroines as well, but there was clearly more affection for Rodericka, who got smothered in kisses and hugs and crying from every woman, and affectionate hugs from the orcs, with only the occasional ass-slap. “Not in front of the guests, guys!” Rodericka had hissed.
The party roared into the morning, with the best looted wine that had been kept for a special occasion brought out, and three giant pigs caught and thrown into a fire pit to cook for hours, while smaller game were thrown on the bonfire and passed out to the heroines first when they were ready. The heroines happily chewed on the cooked fish (for Tyla), bird (for Diomeda), snake (for Ulfila), and squirrel (for Asha) as they listened to Rodericka go into immense detail every bit of their adventure together.
Rodericka’s storytelling was in full swing, weaving together such vivid images that the audience could see each and every blow, every danger narrowly averted, every perfect chance that defeated an enemy that no one else could have done in that instant. Rodericka drew them in so well, that the orcs hugged each other and wailed in terror at the dramatic tension of the battle with the Lich, despite the fact that they were hearing the story from Rodericka, and the other heroines were chiming in with their own perspectives here and there.
Everyone got their moment of glory. Ulfila was applauded for grabbing a stalagmite and snapping it off so she could use it as a lance to run through 5 zombies at once. Tyla got thumbs up for her refusing to be distracted by illusions of skeletal horsemen coming right at her, allowing her to finish her spell that blasted every zombie around her to dust in an instant. Asha got plenty of appreciation for her sharpshooting. Diomeda got shout outs as well for her courage, her leadership, and her unflagging devotion to seeing that everyone was saved from the Lich, even though she hadn’t needed to make it her problem. The knight grew dark red at the praise as all the camp hooted and hollered for her.
Ulfila was playing with an orc baby in her lap as Rodericka finished the story, when the crowd parted to reveal Yuliy, with a weak but conscious Kolo on her shoulder.
“Kolo!” Rodericka shouted, jumping from her seat and hugging him tightly, until he groaned and she quickly let go. “I’m so glad you’re alright. That everyone’s alright.”
Kolo smiled. “We owe you so much, Rodericka. You saved our home, and kept us from being exiled. You saved us from darkness. You saved my life.” Yuliy, her eyes red from joyous tears, leaned her head against Kolo’s chest.
Rodericka scratched the back of her head. “Well, you know, I just had to, right? Not like I could let my family down or something!”
Kolo laughed loudly, then grimaced with a sharp pain. “I never expected such things from you. When you first arrived here, waving your sword around, proclaiming your name like a weapon…” Kolo looked up, mimicking Roderick’s voice. “I’m Roderick the Great Hero! I’m so amazing! You better pack up now before I drub you all!”
Rodericka’s smile froze on her face.
Kolo laughed. “I really underestimated you! When we gave you the potion to make you a woman, I thought that would be the end of it, and you’d end up a nice, complacent cow! No more of this Roderick business, now there was only Rodericka! But as much as we enjoyed your body, you put us through our paces as well. Not a man here in this camp hasn’t passed out, exhausted from your lovemaking, while you wandered off, still fresh and eager to be filled with our cum, even pregnant as you are! One might think you had never been a man before, and you always had the heart of a lusty woman!”
Rodericka’s eye twitched. “Kolo…” she muttered.
“But Yuliy was right about you. You are strong, and motivated, and brave. You are one of the best women we’ve ever had. Because of that, Yuliy and I discussed it, and we wanted to give you the chance…”
“Kolo…!” Rodericka growled, staring at the ground.
“...the chance, after you give birth, to take a potion to return to your male self, as Roderick the Bold, and go back to being the adventurer you were. It would be unfair of us to treat you as a slave, for all the good you have done for us. You do not need to make a decision now, but…”
“ KOLO, SHUT THE HELL UP YOU DUMBASS!” Rodericka’s voice thundered through the air. The orc stopped mid-word.
Fists balled at her sides, Rodericka trembled. She took a few deep, shuddering breaths. “I don’t know… how you both could be so stupid!” Her shoulders rose and fell. “You think… you think that I’m gonna get pregnant with your kids… then risk my life to save you all here… and then I’d just leave? ” Rodericka looked up, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “Who do you think I am? ”
She pulled the orc into a deep kiss, pulling him down and swinging him from side to side, before breaking the kiss. Then, while Kolo blinked a few times, she grabbed Yuliy, and pulled her into an equally intense kiss, leaving the warlock just as blown away when it ended. Rodericka, on the edge of sobbing uncontrollably, smiled as best she could. “I love you all, I love the way things have turned out for me, and I don’t want to leave, so don’t be idiots like this ever again! ”
Yuliy and Kolo shared a sheepish, embarrassed look, nodding and smiling at Rodericka’s determination.
Rodericka turned around, to see the other heroines watching her closely. Tyla, Ulfila, and Asha continued merrily chewing on pork belly, seemingly unperturbed by the revelation of Rodericka’s identity. Diomeda, on the other hand, had her mouth open in complete and total surprise. Rodericka smiled and waved. “Uhhh, hey there! Guess… guess you found me!”
Asha, Tyla, and Ulfila waved back, smiling.
“You gals don’t look so surprised? I thought you didn’t know…”
“We knew it was you the whole time,” Tyla explained.
“What? How?!”
“Your sword,” Ulfila said.
“Your movements,” Asha continued.
“Your bravery… and your way of talking!” Tyla concluded.
Rodericka deflated a little. “Sorry I was such an asshole before…” she admitted. “I understand why you were sick of me before, but… when I saw you again, it made me almost as happy as feeling my kids’ first kicks. Maybe you don’t want to stay for long, but…”
Rodericka was silenced by being embraced by the three heroines. Ulfila clung to her hips, Asha from behind, and Tyla reached over the big belly to hug Rodericka.
“Come on, you just gave that spiel to what’s-his-name, and then you turn around and pull that same kinda shit on us ?” Asha said, her voice showing how dangerously close to tears she was. “Yeah, you’re Roderick all right, still the giant dumbass we fell in love with!”
“We like being with you, and we really missed you too, Rodericka! We thought about you every day!” Ulfila wailed, rubbing her face back and forth.
Tyla patted Rodericka’s head. “Love forgives and forgives, Rodericka.”
Rodericka’s lips trembled, and she started bawling. The waterworks spread to the other heroines, and they spent a few minutes crying and sobbing incoherently together. It took a little longer for the group hug to break up.
Diomeda finally closed her mouth and shook her head, her short hair whipping back and forth. “It is you, Sir Roderick! Rodericka!” She jumped up and embraced Rodericka. “Do you remember me? In Adelheim we shared a night and I got pregnant with your children and they are almost ready to be born and I searched for you for quite some time after finding out and traveled over many countries before finding your companions and coming here to find you because I have so many questions to ask you and I hope you have some ideas for names for the children but if you do not I have been conce-concet- conceptualizing many suitable names for our noble children!” The knight’s pure, unsullied enthusiasm raised Rodericka’s spirits to the sky and beyond.
“Really?” was the only word Rodericka could think of. It encapsulated all her feelings of just… why her?
Diomeda nodded furiously. “I have always admired you, and that admiration is still true! Fighting with you, laying with you, carrying your children, they have created a deep well of affection in my breast for you! Even though it has only been a short time, I hope you will reciprocate my feelings!” Rodericka nodded.
“Of… of course!” Rodericka sputtered out.
Diomeda clapped her hands in joy. “Ohhh! I am so excited for my babies to know their daddy! And there is such good company here! To think that this was where some fine heroes had come, to become women and give birth to orc babies! And not just Sir Roderick the Bold!”
“Hmm? What do you mean?” Rodericka asked.
Diomeda cocked her head. She pointed at the women in the crowd. “Well, isn’t Elana the female of Elan Longshanks, the famous blacksmith? Juana is Juan of Delgado. The others are much the same. They took this quest to banish this camp, but clearly they were tempered with the same potion you were?”
Rodericka’s mouth fell open, looking at Yuliy, eating a fish. She stopped chewing, confusion on her face at Rodericka’s expression. “What?” she mumbled. “Yes, of course we were all men. The warlocks are all men, but I decided to become a woman for Kolo, and then used the potion on unwitting adventurers like yourself. Didn’t you… didn’t you know by now?”
Rodericka stared at the warlock, then the other women, then herself.
She fell over.
*****
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! You better keep pounding me, big boy!” Asha groaned in satisfaction as the orc pounded her snatch. She stood on one leg, her other chocolate-dark leg standing vertical. She held onto a trunk of the palisade, pushed into it with every thrust the orc made into her. She grunted as every bump on his cock scraped against the inner walls of her tunnel. “I haven’t been fucked like this in decades! Don’t stop until I’m filled up!” To encourage the orc, Asha’s muscles massaged the cock inside her, making it hard to pull out and easy to thrust in, just the way she liked it.
Nearby, Ulfila was being bounced up and down Dagin’s long cock. Her size compared to the massive orc’s meant that he was using her like an onahole, pounding her down his length with terrible strength. But the dwarven adventurer was more than a match for the greenskin, and as she was pulled up and down, her long blonde twintails and long breasts flopped heavily up and down as well. “Nnggghhh! That’s good! Pound my womb, orcy-boy! I’m 10 stone worth of woman you can fit in your hands, you better ram me down on that cock until I’m seeing stars!”
The orgy had begun in earnest a few hours ago. The camp, full of high emotions and emotional catharsis, had quickly fallen to long kisses, tight hugs, and hands on crotches. Each and every tent was filled with the sounds of sex, and every once in a while a nude orc or former hero leaking cum from all her holes would pop out, heap some food from the feast on a platter, and bring it back inside, before the moans began again.
The newcomer heroines had not been immune to the allure of sexual release after the victory. Before, they’d had Roderick’s dick to ride, but for the past few months they’d been without. Diomeda had been a great leader, but lacking in that department. It had caused all three other adventurers to get more and more wound up. When they’d seen the fat green cocks flop out, it hadn’t taken much “convincing” to get them to join in the fun.
Even Tyla was engaged. Two orcs held her in the air, their cocks sliding into her asshole and pussy simultaneously. Already a thick puddle of cum lay on the ground below her, a testament to how much semen she’d wrung out of the orcs’ balls already, even more than the elf or dwarf had done. Tyla kissed the orc in front of her, her arms around his neck. “You all better get me pregnant, or there’ll be hell to pay!” she hissed, scratching the orc’s back as he pumped her womb full of another hot load.
Diomeda had been a little nervous at first, but Rodericka had winked and told her to let her show how it was done. Now the pair joined Kolo and Yuliy in the middle of the camp. While Yuliy sat on Kolo’s face, the orc fingered both pregnant heroines. The two rubbed their gravid bellies together, squishing Kolo’s fat cock between them. They rubbed them around, the weight within both of their wombs keeping them from being too agile and nimble, but enough to slide his skin up and down his shaft.
“Ahhh, Rodericka…! This is so strange, but… nnnhhhh! His fingers are so thick!” Diomeda moaned.
Rodericka squeezed her thighs together, forcing Kolo’s digits even deeper into her hairy snatch. “Yeah, isn’t it amazing? I think my dick was only a little bigger than two of Kolo’s fingers together!” Rodericka felt no more shame at the admittance. It was just the truth! Honestly, she liked being dicked down more than doing the dicking herself, at this point.
The pregnant bellies rolled around Kolo’s cock, spurting slimy precum into the air and splashing over the two women’s stomachs. Diomeda moaned as the orc’s fingers scraped inside of her, nails scratching at her g-spot. “Haaaaannhhhhh!” The knight squeezed her thighs together, her whole body clenching together as she orgasmed. Rodericka smiled at the knight.
“You are so sexy when you cum, Diomeda!” she said, reaching over and caressing her milk-laden breasts. While not as huge as Rodericka’s udders, they were still big, and leaking milk. Rodericka leaned in, and kissed at Diomeda’s breasts over and over again, weighing the knight’s tits in her hands. It only made Diomeda cum harder, which was really what Rodericka wanted to see. She’d never seen Diomeda shiver like she was at that moment, and it sent an exciting thrill through her body.
It didn’t take much longer for Rodericka herself to cum, squirting all over Kolo’s hand between her legs. Milk began spurting from Rodericka’s huge nipples. Diomeda saw the arcs of warm, sweet liquid, and let out cry of disappointment at it being wasted.
“Wanna try it?” Rodericka asked her, hefting one giant nipple up. Diomeda blushed, but at Rodericka’s offer, dove in. She slurped and slobbered over Rodericka’s nipple like a woman possessed, making Rodericka see stars, her mouth opening in a low, drawn-out “nnnhhhhoooooooohhhooooohhhhh!”
Once the pair were thoroughly sweaty and their bellies shiny and slimy with precum, Rodericka helped Diomeda straddle Kolo’s crotch. Rodericka wondered if the knight would be able to take the whole thing, but her eyes widened as she watched Diomeda’s pussy suck in Kolo’s cock, inch by inch, tight enough to make the orc groan into Yuliy’s labia.
“Oh Goddess! Oh Goddess!” Diomeda panted as she slid down, her pussy utterly filled by the orc cock. “I see! I see why you stayed, Rodericka! This is… this is amazhhiinnng!” she drooled. When she finally reached the hilt of Kolo’s cock, the knight’s eyes rolled back, her body went slack, and she babbled incoherently as she came her brains out.
“Lucky you! I think it took me a few days to be able to hilt any of the guys here!” Rodericka laughed, keeping Diomeda from falling over.
Once the knight was able to think again, Rodericka helped her slide up and down Kolo’s cock. Each movement made Diomeda tremble with need, her pregnant body shouting out to every orc nearby that she needed to be pounded as hard as she could take it.
Kolo was still a bit sore, even with Yuliy’s healing, but Rodericka was there to help. She took a position in front of Diomeda and, grabbing the other woman’s hips, began lifting her up and shoving her down, faster and stronger. Rodericka could see each time Kolo’s knobbed cock-head slammed into Diomeda’s cervix, as Diomeda’s eyes went cross every time the organ reached her deepest point.
It was an erotic sight, and Rodericka couldn’t resist. She dove in to make out with Diomeda while helping her ride Kolo. The two wrestled their tongues together, their milk mixing into warm streams as it leaked from their nipples. Rodericka’s fingers squeezed at Diomeda’s hips, her nails digging into the plumper flesh. Kolo’s hands joined in, helping Rodericka slide the knight along the length, but Rodericka was really in charge, and she made sure that whenever Diomeda went back down, she went all the way down.
Kolo couldn’t stop himself from cumming. Not with Yuliy riding his face like they were both nearly two decades younger, and the feeling of Rodericka’s energy being so close. Even when she wasn’t riding him herself, the redhead knew how to drain his balls perfectly. The orc came, spurting rope after rope of yellow cum into Diomeda’s snatch, the knight’s eyes fluttering as she floated in bliss.
When Kolo was done, Rodericka helped Diomeda slide off the orc. But as she let Diomeda sit down on the side, Diomeda gasped. A gush of liquids, cum and water, splashed out of Diomeda’s pussy. “Ohh!” Diomeda moaned in surprise. She looked up at Rodericka. “Oh! Rodericka! I think… I think we need to name the babies sooner rather than later! They are coming now, the excitement has been too much for them!”
Rodericka opened her mouth to yell for assistance, when she felt a huge jolt in her belly. Her eyes widened, and she stared at Diomeda. “I think… I think you’re right, for me too!” she groaned.
The camp broke up the orgy, mostly, in order to help the two. Laying next to each other, the two pushed and labored through their childbirthing together, clasping their hands harder than they’d ever held their swords. It took a lot of time, shouting, and help from Tyla and Yuliy, but eventually the babies came out, safe and squawking. Diomeda had twins, a boy and a girl, both with their mother’s dark skin and father’s red hair. Rodericka had two big orc sons and a half-orc girl, a rarity that made everyone clap and congratulate the new mother.
With their babies on their chests, drinking cups of orc semen for strength, the new mothers rested their heads together. At that moment, Rodericka felt that nothing could be better. She was a mother, had the loves of her lives around her, and felt at peace. Her heart had never before felt so at ease. Her babies suckled at her huge nipples, making her womb throb with delight. She’d never thought that being a mother could be so erotic before, but she sure knew it now, and loved it.
Diomeda nuzzled at Rodericka’s neck, humming something.
“What is it?” Rodericka asked in a tired voice, her eyes drooping heavily, letting Diomeda settle her head on her shoulder.
“Mmmm…” Diomeda noised, “maybe Yuliy can make a potion that makes me a man, and to me can be the chance of the one who gets you pregnant next…”
Rodericka liked the sound of that.