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PC Loses: Hretha's Stud Bad End

The butt of Hretha's staff strikes the side of your head, sending you reeling back -- and then her damn wolf is behind you, using its huge shaggy body to send you sprawling back on your ass. [party.som||[party.names] meet{s} the business end of Infrith's weapons, quickly disarmed once you fall.]

"Hmm," the blind orcess growls, pressing two of her staff's blades into your neck and pinning you down beneath it. "What idiot sent a tenderfoot like you to sneak in here? No, let me guess: Arona. Still scared of her big brother beating on her? Stupid child. And now you'll pay the price."

The great grey wolf pads up to his mistress's side, growling at you until the orcess plants a hand on his head. "Enough. Infrith, take Gerick[party.som|and the other{s}] to Argoth's tent and tell him what's happened. I claim this one, as is my right as priestess of the Kervus tribe."

"Yes, mistress!" the younger orc barks. A few moments later, and you're left alone with the priestess. You think, for a moment, of trying to overpower the blind woman now that you are alone with her, but the blades pressed against your throat quickly rid you of any such illusions -- you're helpless now, utterly at this fertile shaman's mercy. And she knows it, too, smiling wolfishly down in your general direction.

//PC has a cock, not strapon:

{"I can smell it on you," she says after a while, lightening her staff's weight from your neck. "That dick of yours... mm, been a while since a fresh one wandered in. Being a fertility priestess, responsible for blessing every flaccid cock in the tribe, you start getting tired of seeing the same ones over and over. Especially when they're never yours. Not really."

Her smile widens. "I should thank you for being so foolish as to fight me. Right of conquest says you're mine now... alllll mine."

The orcess throws her staff aside and falls on your like a beast in heat, tearing at your clothes until your [pc.cock] is bobbing free in the air. With a hungry growl, Hretha pounces on you, wrapping those thick, tough fingers of hers around your cock and starts to jack you to hardness. "This cock of yours is mine. Mine alone, for the rest of time! All your seed, your spawn... mine!"}

//PC has no cock:

{"Too bad about what's between your legs," the priestess says, slowly easing the pressure from your throat. "I deal with a lot of needy women as the fertility priestess of tribe Kervus. Women desperate to breed, men shedding their salty tears about their limp dicks... it's all so very tiring praying for so many babies that aren't mine! But you're going to help me with that. Finally, a slave all my own."

She reaches over to a satchel hanging from a tent pole, producing from it a small glass vial full of dark blue liquid. It's thick, barely sloshing at all as she plays it between her fingers, and when the wax stopper comes off, you're assailed by a heavy, earthy scent. Almost like a bull's musk. 

"Drink it," Hretha commands, jabbing the potion at you. You squirm, trying to refuse until the she-orc twists her blades around your neck. Fuck. Even then, you keep your mouth shut until the priestess mashes her heel into your cunt. Your mouth opens with a cry of pain, and suddenly there's an awful, bitter, salt-laden taste spilling across your [pc.tongue]. Hretha upends the bottle down your throat and tosses it aside, along with her staff.

A sharp pain racks your loins, concentrated just over your [pc.cunt]. You gasp, curling up on yourself as you feel your [pc.skin] stretching, like something's trying to rip its way straight out of your womb. Hretha takes a knee over you, putting a hand on your chest and pushing you down on your back, forcing you to watch as she pulls your clothing off and exposes your bulging crotch to the world.

A shudder rocks through you, following by a mind-numbing pleasure. You watch with horror as your crotch bulges, and then the flesh takes form as a [pc.skin-color] mushroom, a human-shaped cockhead that slowly extends from your loins atop a pillar of growing meat. 

"Ahhh, that smell," Hretha growls, wrapping her fingers around your new cock. You squeal, arching your back as the new sensation hammers into you. Ecstacy, electric pleasure, erupts all through your body. Gods, it's good! You almost cum just from the priestess's gentlest touch, wrapping this thick, rough fingers around your new-grown dick.

"The same treatment I gave my sister. For her, it was an honor, a reward for her fierceness. For you, though, let this be an eternal reminder of your submission... a part of your body I own above all others for the rest of time."

//Give PC a 10-inch human dick.}

[Next]

Hretha straddles you, still pumping your [pc.cock] as she slowly, sensuously slips her furred hides off, exposing even more green flesh and the darker hues of her sex. The priestess's nipples are a pair of coal-black peaks atop her mighty rack, swaying heavily just above your face while her ink-hued slit presses against the crown of your cock.

"Been waiting so damn long for a slave-stud of my own. You better give me so many damn kids... a whole generation of Kervus warriors, just from my womb. So don't even think of holding back! The sooner you run dry, the sooner you get to rest... and not a moment before!"

You gasp as the orc's sultry sex envelops the first inches of your dick. For such a large woman, she's <i>damn</i> tight, muscles squeezing and rippling around your girth as she slowly slides down the shaft. A husky moan escapes her dark lips, coupled with a buck of her hips that sends her lush tits to quaking hypnotically. "Lumia be praised!" your captor groans, pressing you down in the dirt with one hand and cupping a heaving tit with the other. "Let me serve you in the way you call all women to. Let this [pc.mf|man|woman]'s seed bear fruit within me."

Though blind, the she-orc's eyes roll closed as she starts to move her hips. Slowly at first, but soon Hretha's pent-up lusts drive her to ride you like a banshee, hammering those breeder's hips down on you over and over until you're crying out with pain and pleasure in equal measure. Whatever magic her prayers are working overtakes you before you know what's hit you, and barely a minute after the orc's mounted you, you feel [pc.cum] shooting up your length and into Hretha's waiting womb.

"Yes! Give me your seed!" the breed-hungry priestess howls, throwing her head back and savagely squeezing her own breasts. Her flame-red braid whips around her as she bounces atop you, a stark contrast to the dark green and black of her tits and toned belly... and yet almost as hypnotic. Your eyes unfocus as your cum spills into her; your mind is a haze of lust and pleasure, refusing any attempt to think, much less struggle.

Hretha licks her lips, never stopping her hips' movement as she stares down at you. "Oh yes. I'll feed you so many virility elixirs, make you grow balls that would be obscene even on a tanuki. No more thinking, no more talking... your existence now is <b>cumming for me</b>."

On command, you cum again, mere moments after the first orgasm wracked your body. Your [pc.cock] swells inside the priestess, disgorging its second load straight into her cum-craving womb. Hretha bellows her delight to the heavens, announcing to the entire camp -- probably the entire March -- that she's cumming with you, brought over the edge by the feeling of all that [pc.cum] inside her.

Of course, two creampies are nowhere near enough to satisfy her.

[Next]

You never have the opportunity to go dry. When you flag, Hretha stuffs more potions down your mouth: virility enhancers, enlargement tinctures, and so much more. Your mind is a haze of fuck and breed, desperate to cum as much as your mistress demands.

And she demands so, so much. 

You're not sure if she ever dismounts your [pc.cock] for first <i>days</i> of your enslavement, letting her thralls bathe and feed her as she drains you over and over until her belly is as full as a pregnant matron's -- the ranks of whom she soon joins, she tells you, between tending to your sore member with her mouth. It won't be the last time, though, you're assured. Hretha's in the prime of her life, and orcs breed <i>quickly</i>. You've got dozens more children to put in her belly, one after the other, until the whole Kervus tribe knows who Lumia's chosen is.

And before long, the whole camp knows who the chosen's stud is, too. Hretha parades you around the camp on a leash when she's forced to climb off your dick for some tribal business. You're soon part trophy spouse and part seeing-eye-stud, learning to help your mistress whenever she needs in exchange for a little relief on your over-endowed, overflowing balls. And gods, they're <i>always</i> full... no matter how many times Hretha rides you to completion, her potions ensure that you're ready to burst a moment later. 

In your addled state, you <i>know</i> your relationship with your mistress is positively equitable. Even after you see Arona [party.size 1 2 3||and [party.names] |and [party.names] ]in a makeshift stockade with a gang of orcish men circling around with cocks in hand, you can't bring yourself to focus on it for more than a moment before Hretha's hands are on your cock again, leading you back to her tent so the child-laden she-orc can rest her pregnant belly on you... and you can rest your aching dick back inside your mistress where it belongs.

[Game Over]