When I exited my new room, I found Dura lounging on her couch, smoking a pipe as she allowed an Elf and a Kitsune to suck on her cock, the large Orc groaning occasionally as the two used their tongues expertly.
The scent of semen and herbs wafted around the room, while the sounds of their slobbering and her groans echoed, both making my head spin as my womb ached once more.
Glancing over her shoulder, Dura smiled lazily at me as she said "Good... Finally ready? Just... give me a minute... Lia and Riko here have been tending to me for an hour now, and I love these slow buildups... Come on girls, make me cum..."
Dura turned her smile down to the two slaves, who desperately began to suck on Dura's thick shaft, their cheeks red as they prepared their Master for her ejaculation.
Seeing an Elf working so hard to make an Orc cum made me feel... off, but seeing her expression - so full of worship and lust - made the throbbing in my womb double, and she saw me and blushed further, before focusing entirely on making Dura's cock feel good.
She sucked with such vigor that I could tell she was willingly depriving herself of air as she pleasured Dura, who watched the two women attending to her cock with such tenderness as she reached down and briefly stroked their heads.
"Ah~ Lia here came to me under... harsh circumstances... kidnapped by my older sister, this little Elf was subject to relentless edging as my sister found pleasure in breaking Elves, so when I took her from my sister, I allowed her to release that orgasm that had been denied of her for so long, and we mated for days on end... My sister was twisted too; she rendered her slaves infertile, so despite me wanting to impregnate this slutty little Elf of mine, I can't. As for Riko, she was a gift from Aunt Pola, a Kitsune Priestess used as an offering to appease the Bloody Bear of Fenryika. My Aunt has no need for a woman, so she let Riko choose her Master... Riko here has borne me a child before, but they sadly passed; Orcs and Kitsune aren't terribly compatible, apparently."
Explaining the origins of her slaves to me as she slowly reached her peak, Dura grunted as she leaned further back into the couch, her eyes hazy as she began to cum.
Her cock erupted with semen, shooting a geyser into Riko's waiting mouth, who eagerly swallowed the creamy cum and allowing Lia to get her taste.
The two alternated between gulping it down and receiving the semen, though ropes splattered onto their face as Dura released an hours worth of pent up cum, and I shuddered as the room began to reek of her seed.
My head grew hazy, while my pussy moistened as I watched Dura paint her women white with her cum.
I watched as Dura came for three minutes straight, her groans of pleasure filling the room alongside the moans of Lia and Riko as they dined on semen, layering their stomachs with cum as they made sure to drink down every drop they could from their Master.
When it all finished, I was hornier than I had ever been, watching as such a powerfully, impressive specimen marked two gorgeous women as mere receptacles for cum, and my mind wondered if my pussy could fit such a cock.
Getting up after Lia and Riko cleaned her cock off, Dura buckled her pants on and nodded to me, her expression content as she said "Well... let's get going. Lia, Riko; wait for me in my bed... We'll continue this later."
The two slaves nodded and got up, moaning as they clung to each other as they entered Dura's chambers, their moans echoing around as they began early, causing Dura to smirk.
"Alright Gwyneth! Let's get this over with so I can begin to enjoy myself..."
Guiding me out of her portion of the castle, Dura led me silently through the fortress and out onto a gigantic courtyard filled with Orcs, Goblins, Beastkin, and some Humans.
They lingered around, chatting quietly as they inspected and maintained their weapons, waiting for Dura to appear.
When she did, everyone sheathed their blades and saluted, causing the large Orc War Chief to wave her hand as she said "No need for that... Listen up! I found someone to take over as War Maiden, which means I no longer have to deal with micromanaging you pathetic fucks!"
Snickers echoed through the lines as the troops smirked at Dura, who grinned ferally back at them.
"Some of you - those of you that have some actual muscle between your ears - would have heard of her! Gwyneth of the Oak, former Elven General and a pain in our ass for many decades! Now, before you try and kill her, just know that she too has a bone to pick with the Verdant Forest now as well... though, I know many of you simply won't care, as she led the campaigns that killed your comrades, friends, and family. Honestly? I don't give a rats ass about that. What I care about is knocking the rest of the arrogant Elves off their shiny pedestal and taking it for ourselves! If you shitty lot find Gwyneth worthy, she'll be leading you to do just that!
Rules are simple! Challengers must put down a formal challenge before fighting the Elf one on one! Anyone to interfere with that, or cut in line, or anyone to gang up on her will get to meet the sole of my boot intimately as I curbstomp your skull! Understood?!"
The troops roared, and I turned to look at Dura in confusion.
"Oh, I didn't tell you did I~? As my War Maiden, you need to keep them all in check, and currently, they hate your guts. So... beat 'em down, and don't die. Earn their respect tonight - we're a rather simple people; beat us, we respect you - and earn your place as the War Maiden of the Fenryika Horde."
Stepping back, she tossed me my sword and shouted "BEGIN!", which initiated a surge of Orcs and the other races as they clamored to reach me, each one sneering and growling as they tried to make it to me first.
"Elven bitch! I challenge you!"
One stepped forwards, an Orc a head taller than me wielding a giant double headed axe as tall as me.
Wrapped in leathers, she pointed the weapon at me, and I unsheathed my sword with a sigh, understanding fully what was expected of me.
This was a test of stamina, power, endurance, will, and control, and if I failed, I died.
However, considering they were to be my troops, I couldn't just kill them, so I needed to see them alive; they had no such inhibitions, aiming to kill me instantly.
So started the long hours of me slowly besting most of the soldiers in the Hordes Army under Dura's direct command; a thousand troops strong, each one was an elite with their aura, and I was hard pressed to withstand the onslaught of steel and aura sent my way.
Unexpectedly from their view, I prevailed, covered in wounds and seemingly half dead, but standing whilst most had fallen, unconscious or seething as they held broken bones.
The hate in their eyes shifted to begrudging respect, and I eventually managed to win over the Horde, earning myself the title 'Specter' as my body appeared to be dead.
That night, the Specter of the Fenryika Horde was born, and she would go on to become something the Elves, Humans, and Dwarves all feared.
But first, I needed to reach those heights...
Unaware that what awaited me at those heights was a insatiable addiction to someone even stronger than I was.
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Damn lol, I thought I'd keep this under 10 but it looks like it'll be around 15 chapters; sorry bout that, but I've been having fun with it.
Don't worry though, I already have a few other stories drafted up that are waiting to be released, and they'll be out in a single chapter instead of in segments like this, and they all focus more on the smut then the story, but I really enjoy them as well~!
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