(content warnings: rape, misgendering, forced breeding; if these aren't your kinks steer clear)
Roth panted, the edge of his axe blade pressed against his opponent's neck as he lay prone on the ground. The towering orc grinned: the knight who had given him so much trouble over the course of this war, who had fought him to a standstill in battle after battle, finally lying at his feet. His bulging muscles burned from exertion, his thick green arms stung where the human's sword had sliced through his leather armor, but he was victorious.
Ignoring the victory cries of his fellow orcs and the wails of the defeated human legions echoing around the bloodied field, Roth crouched next to the knight.
"You fight well," he told him in the common tongue, ignoring the rage on the human's face. "Submit. I take you as war-slave; in year and day, we fight again. Win, you free."
"I'll never serve a beast like you," the human spat, falling silent when Roth increased the pressure of the axe at his throat just enough to draw a drop of blood.
Roth narrowed his eyes, baring his fangs and tusks at the knight as he snarled right in the human's face. The puny knight had lost!
"If you won't serve, you will feed," he growled, relishing the fear he could see in the human's suddenly wide gray eyes as he watched Roth slowly lick his fangs. He inhaled slowly as he tightened his grip on his axe, readying himself to swing it forward–
And paused, nostrils flaring as he looked down at the knight.
"Your smell…" he grunted in confusion, leaning closer as he sniffed the human again, ignoring the knight's pathetic attempts to escape- the human was cunning and quick, but without a weapon the knight was no match for orcish strength.
Roth concentrated; the human stank of fear-sweat, yes, and blood, and iron, but beneath that…
Roth rocked back on his heels, feeling his cock begin to swell from the semi that a good battle always left him with.
The human's face went pale and her scent went rank with terror. Roth grabbed her arms in one big hand and pinned them above her head, laying his axe down out of her reach.
"Thought human females didn't fight," he said. The human sows he'd fucked had been soft, fragile things, left behind in their strange stone huts while their mates died on Roth's axe. Weak and scrawny compared to orc dames, though their tight holes never failed to delight his cock. "Thought their sows too weak."
The knight glared up at him. "I'm not a- a female, or a sow! I'm a man!"
Roth ignored her, tearing at the leather straps that held the human's thick metal armor until he was able to pull the pieces off the human. She looked even smaller beneath him without it giving her the illusion of bulk, clad only in linen trousers and cloth bandages wrapped tight around her chest.
The trousers did nothing to hide her wide birthing hips, and he growled low in approval as he ripped them off; she'd be grateful for them when his child was born. Without the trousers there was no hiding her pussy, and Roth ignored how she wiggled and spat curses at him as he confirmed her as a female.
Still though, those bandages… she hadn't fought like she was wounded, but Roth didn't want to break her during the breeding if she was already injured.
Roth sniffed the bandages curiously, trying to figure out what was wrong. They didn't smell of blood or pus, and the knight didn't act like it hurt to move…
He ripped the bandages away, and groaned appreciatively at the sight of her delightfully fat tits bouncing outward, more suited to an orc dame twice her weight and nursing a babe. He crouched atop her, using his greater weight to easily keep her pinned beneath him as he groped her tits, amazed at the sheer size of them. Her nipples were nearly as big as his thumb, and she made a squeaky, wavering noise when he pinched them.
"You're in season," he growled; he could smell her growing arousal, her body reacting to the handling of a male the same as all the other females did. "Good bitch."
His hands sank easily into her mountains of titflesh, and briefly, Roth wondered how good it would feel to fuck them. He pushed the thought from his head. There would be plenty of time for that on the journey back to his clan's homeland with her and the rest of his spoils of war. It was only right that he bred his new sow here, on the same battlefield he'd bested her.
His cock was fully hard, aching with need, and he shoved his loincloth impatiently out of the way as he straddled her. It slapped proudly against her belly, and if possible the human went even paler at the illustration of just how deep in her it was going to go.
"Stop! I'll do anything. I'll submit, I'll serve, just don't-"
Roth slammed inside her wet pussy with a snarl of pleasure. He'd never fucked a sow this tight before, as if she'd never taken cock at all until his massive orc dick forced its way into her cunt. It squeezed like a fist, massaging each inch of his shaft as her body's attempts to keep him out just made it better for him.
"Fuck," he grunted, his muscles straining to force inch after inch of cock into a pussy much too small for it.
The human's legs were spread wide to try and ease the strain, and Roth nearly purred at the sight- her pussy lips spread wide around his fat orc cock, his dick nearly as thick as one of her thighs. There was a bulge visible on her stomach where his cock was, and half his shaft was still outside her.
"Good little sow," he grunted, moving her so he had an easier time plowing into her, slowly working the rest of his cock into her inch by relentless inch. When at last his hips slammed down and his balls met her ass, her rumbled a deep, pleased noise in the back of his throat– it'd been far too long since he'd fucked a sow the way he needed to, almost a full week.
He groaned, pausing for a moment to simply enjoy the raw sensations of fucking his new bitch. Her arms pushing helplessly against his much thicker, more muscled ones. Her soft tits pressed against his broad, hairy chest, jiggling as though just begging to be groped. His heavy sack slapping loudly against the human's plump ass whenever he thrust into her, a perfectly designed cushion for his balls… whoops.
Without realizing it he'd started fucking her again, unable to help himself. She was just so tight and soft, taking his oversized dick so fucking well.
Roth squeezed her breasts as he resumed fucking her, rewarded with a weak shudder and her pussy clenching even tighter. He felt his knot begin to swell, each thrust into her taking more and more effort as his base grew fatter and fatter.
"Wh-what's happening?" The human gasped, each word sounding like it was punched out of her.
"Knot," Roth grunted, forcing it back inside and ignoring her squeal.
He slammed against her, thrusts reduced to short, deep rocking inside her cunt as his knot swelled to the size of his fist, ignoring her whimpers. She was so fucking tight, squeezing him like she never wanted to let him go, like her pussy was made to take fat orc cocks. His balls ached where they rested against her ass, stuff full with his potent seed.
"Will be good momma," he grunted, and the female seemed to jolt, squirming and struggling again as though she had a chance of escaping when he'd already forced his knot inside and his tip was punching against her fertile womb. "So many babies."
"No, please," she begged weakly. "I'm a man, I don't want to be a mother-"
Her words devolved into high, feminine wails as Roth groped her tits, pussy squeezing like a vise around his dick as she came. Roth roared out his pleasure, finally reaching his own peak, heavy cock throbbing as he pumped spurt after spurt of potent cum into her pussy, filling her womb. For almost a minute he simply enjoyed filling her, his bitch finally gone glassy-eyed and docile on his cock the way all his cocksleeves did.
When he was finally done and his knot shrunk enough, he yanked his softening cock free and let it slap against her stomach again, admiring the waterfall of thick cum that her pussy was left as and the slight roundness of her belly from how much he'd fucked into her.
Sniffing her, he knew it'd soon get rounder: already her scent had changed from fertile to bred, and he let out a low growl of satisfaction. These children, unlike the many whelps he'd fucked into humans as he followed the warband across the human lands, would be raised in the ways of the clan. Their mother would be his war-slave– she'd polish his weapons, sweep his hearth, and teach his children the ways of human war. With their father's strength and mother's ferocity, their children would be mighty warriors indeed.
He picked up his axe and slung his bitch over his broad shoulder without issue, her weight nothing to him. She was still llimp and unresisting, momentarily fucked to tameness. He'd have to get her a collar to mark her station, a nice black leather one with bear fangs to show her status as a warrior. When she dueled him for her freedom in a year and a day, maybe she'd best him and remove it… Though the latest litter of children filling her belly might make it difficult for her to match him, his spent cock beginning to swell again at the thought.
Roth growled, low and pleased in the back of his throat as he carried her back to the war camp, surrounded by the cheers and roars of his celebrating brethren, all drinking and feasting or else enjoying their own bedmates. He'd take his bitch again in his tent, just to make sure his seed took, and then?
Well, the night was still young, and Roth planned to enjoy every minute of it.
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