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Cucking a Village

Conquest doesn’t have to be by spilled blood

We had been watching that village for a while now.

Dragons, all of them, living in stone houses, unlike us. Strong. Big. Powerful. They were not afraid of exposing themselves. And they were not afraid of us at all, or any beasts roaming the Northern Thundra.

Our fathers have always come here for the hunt. But it was the first time we went so far north. It was also the first time we noticed them.

So tall and big.

They were practically prey to us. But the Elders had read the bones, seeing that fighting them headlong would be too dangerous. So, we feigned weakness. We traded with them, avoided their lands if necessary, and kept it to ourselves while we watched.

They used boats to travel further north, crossing through the sea of ice.

No Orc, no Orc with wits would dare to cross through the icy channels; it is suicide. At best, you can stay close to the coast and fish what the summer currents bring. But crossing through? No.

When the warriors left, taking their boats, spears, and everything they needed to cross, we attacked. Not with spears and bones, but we made ourselves more pressing. Our Elders read the bones each day so that we wouldn’t dishonor the elders.

And then… We entered their village.

Many females, many cubs we kept around. The laws of the land protect the cubs, but not the Females. We took them, and I distributed them, letting my men take whatever they desired. We settled in their homes, took their beds, bedded their wives, and made it so whatever came out would have our large snouts or our fur.

They cried good, too… And after a few days, any male had a Scaly Wife attached to his hip, unwilling to let go or even not to grab what was in their loincloth.

We even started painting their scales to make sure we wouldn’t mix them up. No need to have a squabble between who and who owns a bitch.

But my eyes were not set on the first coming Scaly Wife.

No. My eyes were for something else. Someone else. I had met the chief. A red Dragon named Napalm. Not the biggest of his kind, pretty much a wimp. But he was smart enough and had the respect of his people for whatever reason.

His people followed his advice, followed his instructions not to fight us or anything. Like I said, a total Wimp that wouldn’t protect his kin.

And as he left for trading, he left his village entirely open to us.

Much like his home.

I knew it was his home because that was the biggest house in town. One level, but with totems and trinkets attached to the patio. Plus, all sorts of locked jars were left outside in the cold winter. I remember I opened one, snatched a salted fish inside, gnawed it, and entered.

The place was warm, with a fire in the middle. Sure, even a few candles had been lit. The place was comely, just like where we are. Fur mat, big fireplace, lots of furs to cover the furniture and make them comfy.

Then. There was that other Dragon in front of me. Not a female. Scales dark and white like the Orca people in the sea. Something I had never seen. And that Dragon held up a knife.

I instantly knew I had to take that Bitch.

I could smell how hot that Dragon was. Even if he looked like a male, and that loincloth was full, I smelled that bitch. I smelled that scent; you know that one when a female is in heat.

I smelled it, sniffed. And what did I say?

I said: ‘You’ll make a fine Scaly Wife for the new chief’.

The Bitch then ran to me with that little knife. It was only as big as my index finger. And not as sharp as my claws. Seriously.

She stabbed me in the belly, and I didn’t stop it. But it didn’t cut through the fat I had that winter. So it was a little flesh wound, here. Just below my chest. See?

Sure enough, I then grabbed the bitch wrist and twisted it.

‘She’ cried like a whiny Whore. With a slap, I sent it to the ground, roaring. And I laughed. I laughed my ass off as I grabbed that bitch’s arms and wrestled it on the ground. I had to fight a bit, but I had my loincloth off… And his, too.

Sure, between the legs, there was that slit with a tiny peek of red that was that Bitch’s cock.

But… Mine is bigger. You know it, Orcs are bigger.

I knew from the get-go that it wasn’t a real cunt. But I didn’t care. I aligned my cock with that slit. My Wife cried and begged. I heard everything: ‘It will hurt!’ or ‘Please, you’ll kill me’ or even threats like ‘Napalm will kill you if he knows!’

Yeah! Snort all you want, I did it too. I laughed so much, I slobbered over her face, too.

But… I had my cock pressing against that hard clitty and soon, I pushed. That thing was so small, it was like a twig. And I crammed it back inside in one swoop. One smooooth motion. Oh, I remember that Bitch cried and wept. Like I had broken something when I had my cocktip nestled right in.

You know. I know.

That’s how you break in Dragons, but in my time, it was different. We didn’t know much. They didn’t know much either. They were not begging to be crushed and broken by a good Orc cock like now. No, no, no. That would be too easy.

They cried and raged. They even scratched your face out. I nearly lost an eye when I went to kiss that Bitch. But that cunt… Oh, it was the tightest.

So tight. So good. So… neat.

It clenched my cock like a firm grip. And soon, with my greasy cock inside, she moaned. Sure, she cried. But as I felt the tiny clit shoot against my cock, I knew I won. Then, I bred.

I fucked that slit cunt so raw, I bruised my nuts against that taint. And when I was done fucking… Fuck, that cunt looked like a nice pastry. All creamed.

See your hand, Cub? It could have gone right in without touching the edges.

Darn proud of myself I was, and all my men when we were done. Then, our females and cubs went in.

That village was so cosy and full of stuff; we had everything there, and plus, we needed to teach those stupid Dragons how to work. Scaly Wives had to learn to follow the Orcs’ orders, even from other females. The Scaly Wives have good holes, but they must serve the Hairy wives. Got it? You don’t want a Scaly wife to be above your Hairy wife, or else you’d go against the rules of our people.

That said.

We installed it well. We began teaching all the Scaly wives our tradition. And the Chief’s Bitch? I did so personally. Each time I entered the house, she’d come with a knife.

Each time, she’d get me another stab. I got a slew around my belly button, if you wanna check it out.

But yes.

Each time, I’d be fucking that slit until that cunt was gaping and creaming all over the fur. I’d even sleep with that bitch, listening to the whines and moans. Especially when I woke up after a little sleep.

It took what? Two weeks until I had that whore going to town on my cock, happily guzzling and worshiping like I was the best thing ever happening in her life. I fucked that bitch in the ass, the cunt, in the mouth. I even used that face as a ball rest during meetings with my men when we were planning our next hunt.

I spent hours by the fire, getting my nuts so polished they’d shine in the room. Everyone was saying, ‘How is that bitch so good?’ and I’d answer, ‘I taught that bitch well!’

Those days were great and fun.

We had a lot of cubs after that, enough to fill the village. It was the good days, ending with me crushing that tiny cocklet each time and seeing that bitch was going rounder by the day. Sure enough, I could feel my Bitch’s round egg when they returned. The ‘males’.

Yeah, laugh it up. We cucked them in their own homes, and they returned… Fuck, that day was glorious.

I was standing at the entrance with my men, spears ready to defend ourselves just in case. They returned, carrying their boats before that wimp, Napalm, approached first. He looked so pathetic, looking left and right.

Sure, his people wanted to fight us because we were in their places and all. But what did he do? He said, ‘Let’s talk like adults’. I laughed in his face and said, yes. But that wimp was really thinking it, and I had to show him the village after we improved it.

I showed him all our new cubs, all the painted Scaly Wives. Fuck, I even showed him the wall of Broken.

There were few males left to protect the village, and we had few needs for them. Plus, they had a wall where they used to pray, slipping little papers into the holes in it. What did we do?

We carved that wall to make it so we could stick our dicks in or have a Dragon stuck inside. We used that wall like a fuckwall… I heard the Wimp squeak when he saw a Dragon so stuffed, his gaping hole was a steamy fountain. That was hilarious!

I even asked him to use one hole to… Get his dick wet. I mean, after a few months between fag Dragons, they must have been needy… if they did not fuck one another, heh.

Of course, he refused, calling it degrading. But that loincloth was wet like rain. And he was burning hot when we went to my home. His home, but you know the rules, cubs. I had everything prepared, too.

Fireplace lit, cooked fish, I had generously ‘watered’ with my seed. Oh… That was as good as to have his Bitch sit on my lap while I fingered that crushed slit and played with her cocklet.

Let me tell you, that was a moment for the ages!

I was sitting like a Lord, one leg over the armrest. His Bitch was sitting on the other. I was happily fingering that slit I’d fucked for days. And you know what? He was hard. So hard, I could watch him wrestle against his loincloth! He was pushing against it like a rutting teen!

He was so ashamed. He didn’t speak when I had her lifting my loincloth to show my hard hog.

But he was surely watching while my Scaly Wife’s fingers went over my cock, pulling on my foreskin and all. I’d been so busy working, I was sweaty, and I’m sure my dick smelled strong. Did he say anything? Not at all!

No. The first question he asked me was: “Have you treated my people well?”

I roared! I laughed so much, even his Bitch recoiled, and then she laughed, too! Fuck! I’m sure anyone who’d be in earshot would have laughed their cheeks off!

But no, that was what he asked, and so I replied seriously.

I told him yes, I’ve been treating his people well. I mean, I gave the wives a few real men to ride. More dicks, more cubs, more warriors soon after, right?

I even allowed the lustiest bitch around to have a life with the Elders! If I’m not generous?!

But he wasn’t done! I mean, how could he be done?

No, the Cuck began to ask about what I planned to do. He asked about the future for the men if we’d be fighting them, yada yada.

I saw in his eyes that he wasn’t even willing to raise a finger against us, fucking wimp. And I had his bitch practically cumming from that gaping and ruined cunt during the discussion!

I tickled that cocklet till I pinched and pulled it out to show it to that wimp.

He didn’t even say a word while I went on about what we’d do: break, conquer, breed, move on. The usual.

And then I asked him, what he’d gonna do?

Now, now. Here’s the best answer I heard. Come now, now. Hear me out. He asked: “When will you leave our village and our partners?”

Ah!

Yes! I am not shitting you! I am really saying that is what that wimpy Cuck asked. And I knew he wouldn’t do a thing if I asked anything stupid.

So… What did I do? I grabbed his bitch and opened my legs. After being in front of a Wimp dragon and getting masturbated by a Whore, I was hard as a log! My dick was like a spear, and I was penetrating his ‘partner’ in front of him.

He even gasped and moaned when he heard that cunt suck on my fat rod like a mouth. Yeah, real squirting stuff that landed on his meal. And that’s when I told him I would consider leaving if he ate like a good guest and perhaps joined us.

He creamed his pants, that fucker.

And I didn’t shoot inside the Bitch.

Nah. He creamed his pants because, like a cuck, he loved it. I even encouraged it, even his Bitch told him he could pull his cock out.

And he did. He was small like that. Small like my little finger! Yeah! Just as thin! Just as hilarious to see! Fuck. Even if I gave him his Bitch back, that whore had such a ruined cooch… You’d need tens like him to make that bitch feel something. And the best? She snarled at him while he picked his dick between three fingers and stroked it like a wimp.

Ohh. I didn’t even have to tell them anything. They were doing it.

The Bull, the Cuck, and the Bitch!

It was perfect! Like! Perfect, like no other. No other chief got conquered like that, and I loved every second of it. And she loved every second, too. Because as I had that cocklet crushed against the slit… I was happily digging her cunt.

I crushed that pathetic ‘dragonhood’ against the walls, and she was thanking me for it! All the ways up to that wall. I think I could’ve gotten scrambled eggs, too! Hah!

But yeah. The Wimp. The gist, yeah. Yeah.

He was watching us fuck. But I had to make him eat my spunk. I even had him scrape the cum off the plates with that grainy thing… Yeah, Bread!

I even had him licking the plates, pointing out every little spot. By the end, he was like a good dog. He licked every little spot, and he would have barked ‘thank you, sir’ if I asked him to.

No! More!

I asked him to bring a plate below his Bitch’s cocklet when I felt that scaly body shake. Yeah, she came. And that cocklet dripped on the plate before I had him licking it.

“That’s your Wife cooking for you!” I said.

And he licked it and said, ‘Thank you’. All the while, he was stroking himself like a pathetic Cuck. That was just… Perfect!

He kept stroking, but he wasn’t cumming, either. Like… What? You can’t cum three times every five minutes?

Ten minutes in, stuffing his Wife’s cunt, and he hadn’t shot a thing. Sure, he was biting his lips, moaning, and even closing his eyes like a good Cuck. But a shot? Pah!

It took him fifteen minutes! Fifteen minutes of rubbing it!

I thought it’d burst into flames because he was rubbing it so fast. Like a dry twig. And only then did he shoot. And that was… Eh. Pathetic. Three shots, best. Four, if I am generous.

Four shots, thinner than a cub’s little finger. So thin, you couldn’t even trace it.

I had to squint. And fuck. I heard his Bitch scoff, too.

“Is that your best?” I asked, roaring.

And he replied: “I’m not at my best!”

His best! His… Freaking best! I roared and his Bitch, too. We roared before I pulled out from her cratered cunt. She was leaking crazy, that thing no more than a female’s cunt. But not like… Good way.

More like, after you’ve beaten something so hard it can’t close, in a kind of way. Yup. That was her cunt, and I snapped at him: “Go on, clean her”.

Did he say no? Nope! Just nodded, said a whiny ‘Yes, sir’. And he licked it.

His muzzle was just the right size, too, to cram it inside her cunt. Sure enough, she must have felt something from him for once! Because after I smacked his head against her cunt, she had her fingers on his mane, and she yanked that Cuck in.

If I had gone inside with my fist, she would’ve crammed that Cuck’s entire head inside to get something out of it. And she cried… She cried so loud, my ears still hurt a bit. But when that Bitch wasn’t crying, I heard that ‘schlick schlick’ from that cuck sucking on that ruined cunt.

I heard him gulp and gargle… And continue to stroke himself because he was ‘THAT’ pathetic!

What?

No. I didn’t say a thing at the moment, that was too glorious. I came inside someone’s cunt… And the Cuck licked that hole clean? Why would I say anything? I just closed my eyes and listened until that bitch released the Cuck and let him breathe for a second.

Then… I snapped my fingers and told him to do my balls, too.

Have you thought he’d glare at me?

No. He gave me the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen. It was like that Dragon had been waiting all his life to have a real man taking care of his Whore. I still don’t know how any of his people followed him at all.

Like. How can you trust a Cuck to lead your people? If I get cucked, sure as hell I fuck that bastard and kill the bitch, then the bastard. Him? He’d be politely nodding, smiling. ‘Yes, please.’ ‘More, please.’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ ‘Of course, Sir.’

How pathetic you can be?!

But that got me thinking… If all the men were under him, it must mean something. They’re all cucks! All of them!

Yes! I thought about slaughtering them in their sleep or something. No need to keep soldiers who might go against us. But if that Cuck can be so servile, the others? Yeah, they’d be the same, right?

Well. They were not. But that’s for something else.

Now… To return to the Wimp.

After I told him to clean my nuts, he went to lick them clean. Above, below. He even lifted them with his fingers to titillate them with his tongue. And that felt not only good. No. That was divine. That was… oh. Like a Hairy Wife giving you the best tongue bath in your life.

To that level.

I even thought about giving him my ass to clean, since he was such a bootlicker. But no.

Sure, I’ll tell you later when I had him cleaning my sweaty ass after fucking his entire tribe. That was hilarious.

But… Let’s just say when I was done getting my balls polished, they were shining like another sun above the ice. Blinding and so clean, you’d be eating off them. Truth!

And… Well. That was how I got him hooked, because Orc cum. That’s the strong stuff.

But it’s late. I am tired… Let me take a nap, and I’ll continue.

Do not worry, lads. I have a lot more to tell. And you’ll love it!

-

So… Where was I?

Oh! Yes! The Cuck!

So… I had my balls polished and cleaned because I asked him to, and he did so politely. His tongue was sweet like silk, and the way he even gave them that gentle kiss at the end? Almost cute. Almost. Like you’d think, a wolf shaking its tail is cute.

But… Yeah. Let’s move on.

He cleaned my nuts, his Bitch went to sleep. Her name? Something like Ri… Ari… Or Aras. Dunno. I called that whore ‘Bitch’ till I threw that ass to the Rhinos.

We were alone, and like the Wimp, he was sitting in front of him, hands on his knees, while asking me for peace.

And I told him: “I will not kill your men for intruding on my territory. But I need them to be ready to do whatever we want for peace.”

He said, “Sure! As you wish.”

No shame whatsoever. Not even when I pointed out the fur near the fireplace and told him to sleep on it.

He watched it, nodded. And I saw him going to sleep on it… Though you know me, I was very loud when I woke up the bitch to fuck it once again before going to bed. She even moaned my name and asked me for my cubs… As if I wasn’t planning to stuff her.

I am also sure I heard him masturbating back in the common room. But that’s between us, lads. You don’t want to ruin the Dragons’ reputation even more, right? Hehe.

The day after, I found that Wimp still sleeping. I kicked him until he woke up and then sent him to fetch all the men that went with him.

I told him they must be naked in front of my new home. He argued like an idiot, telling me they’d refuse. And I had to threaten all the Scaly Wives to get him ready. And sweeten the deal by saying I’d fuck his Bitch again in front of him if he complied. Then, like an idiot, he ran away to fetch them.

Yes. He really told him if they didn’t comply, we’d fuck their wives to death. What an idiot.

I had the Elders around.

It is very important to ask them about your plans. So I had them read the bones; they confirmed it was the right way. And then, when I explained I needed a Chill-Death extract, they laughed.

We had to use all the stores, and we suffered from it when we got hit by the red blood boil. But it was the best choice.

I had all the Dragon males around and aligned. Well. I assumed they were males because of the shoulders and shit. But they had slits and all.

Just like the Bitch’s cunt.

They were of all colors: green, yellow, black, everything. But you know that Wimp? He had a brother. Someone who was far stronger. And a son, just as wimpy as him, but an adult.

They were together, naked and asking him questions like, “What will happen?” “Are they serious?” “What happened?”

They were afraid. And they were right because the Elders and I came to them with bowls containing the Chill-Death extract.

You don’t know what the Chill-Death extract? Oh yeah, it’s been a while since we used it.

It’s a drink we used to cure the Red bloodboil, extracted from Chill-Death roots.

It soothes the mind and body. But… It is not good if you take too much of it. One drop a day, you’re good. Two, you’re stupid. Three? Fuck if you can fuck. Four? Ah… You can say goodbye to your little soldier.

It’s even worse for Dragons because it makes them extra sensitive to Orc cum to the point they’ll get hooked and ruined. Our Musk? Oh, yeah. That was how we ruined them before we found out about the mages and the mind-breaking collars. But… Let’s go back to that Cuck.

He was trying to calm them, and he did quite a good job. Well. Not perfect because a few were smart enough to run away and take supplies with them. But, good enough, we had most Dragons.

I couldn’t even ask my men to go outside in the storm after a bad day, so him having them out and naked. That was good.

Real good. And piss easy to have them drink the extract.

I even had that Cuck going and convincing them to drink what I had them. I told him it was a medicine to prevent infection among his people. And, well, he didn’t believe me. But I’m sure he didn’t know about the extract.

That was only when he got his son and brother to drink it he asked me what it was.

I had them dragged away before I told him the truth.

I poisoned them, and that idiot believed I was doing it for the peace. He’d been so… Willing to have that peace, he truly believed my words.

Though I wasn’t lying. I was planning to fuck his wife in front of him. I wouldn’t pass up the chance to have such a good Cuck polishing my balls. It’d be stupid not to have it.

But… he fucking wasted it.

When I told him about the extract, he could have kept his head low while I was fucking his mixed-blood of a Bitch. I’d be fine, he’d be fine. Everyone would be fine. But no, he had to smack back.

“This is cruel!” or “Why did you have to do that?!” or even “They are my people! I have to protect them!”

Stupid shit he kept spouting and shouting, waving his arms.

He even wept and shouted, “This is my son! Did you condemn him?!”

Like freezing hells. That’s just a son. We have tens of them Orcs. Why would an Orc cry for a son? Stupid, right?

He cried and acted like I was a monster.

It’s the rules of nature. The weak can’t protect their lands and their people; they must accept their defeat. If not, they’re not following the rules of nature. And that… No one should be capable of opposing the rules of nature.

Still. I wasn’t so cruel; I told him I’d find his son a good place. But no. He had to attack me.

When a Scaly Wife attacks you in your home, it’s all cute.

But when a slave attacks you in public, that’s a different matter. So I smacked him on the head ‘til he went cold. And then, I dragged his stupid ass to the wall.

He cried and begged for mercy until I had his stupid mouth gagged with my loincloth before I attached him to the walls along with the others.

Fuck.

We had so many Dragons on the wall that day. But none got used like that Cuck. I mean, I even fucked someone’s ass till it was gaping and stuffed.

But I did not use his, so all my men were going at it. Even one Elder or two went inside that Cuck’s ass, and it looked like such a mess.

I had to double-check when I went back to fetch that Wimp because that ass had been used more than any other broken Dragons.

See my hand? I could’ve put my hand inside that hole without touching the edge. It is that real. Orc cum kept oozing from that cunt, too. And… Man. My men had been rough on the scales because they were red and burning hot! Like coal!

I was about to burst out laughing when I saw that! But then, I heard the Wimp moan and groan. No. I even saw him closing his legs and cumming again on the wall.

And… That was a shame to keep it away from that duty, I thought.

I planned to keep him around like a pet while we kept drugging his people until they were incapable of fighting back or fucking. But the way I saw it. It was smarter to offer that ass to my men.

Still, I brought him back home for the night.

I fucked his Bitch in front of him again until she was bloated with cum. And this time, I let him eat that spunk until he was full.

I didn’t let him clean himself; I had him sleeping in the bed. And the day after that, I had him brought to the wall.

Sure, he cried and roared like a cunt. He was giving me a nasty headache. It became such a sweet routine. Bitch fucking all day, some training, then I’d fuck his hole after the boys. And once I was going home after a hunt, I brought him so he could polish my balls after I fucked the bitch.

Every day, I was watching his prick slowly dying from eating Orc spunk and only that. Tiny shrimp dick couldn’t take it, I even smacked my dick against his to mock that ass.

It was… Quite good.

He kept whining and begging to stop, to save those dumbfucks I had attached to the walls. He was whining about truth and solidarity and everything, like I cared. And how he wanted his son to preserve his lineage, or how it was destroying his people.

I could have had him see how his Son’s cunt was cratered or how his Brother’s dicklet died in a matter or a month… Or how both looked as feminine and lovely as any Scaly Wives.

I am generous.

They are still alive, the Dragons. Of the few who left, they joined another tribe, and now they hate our guts. They even stole back a few slaves. But they hate his guts even more, especially after we had him paraded around like the good pet he is. But still.

I think they call him the ‘Cuck Lord’ or something. Nothing to worry about for us. But it is sure enjoyable to know they hate his guts because he left us do whatever we wanted.

As if it were truly bad. They know the rules; only the best and the strongest strive in the north.

The others? They die, or they get dominated.

Cuck Lord and his people? They couldn’t fight to protect their village or themselves. So we had them ruined. Look. Nowadays, they make fine Scaly Wives. Some still have their dicklets, we’re so generous to them.

You’d think the Bear cannibals would be so kind? Pah! Ingrate. What is so important for the failures to keep their ‘dicks’? They should accept that they love huffing Orc musk or worshiping us.

Even that bitch of a Scaly Wife, with the constant stabbing, became one. And sure, she was a hybrid. But that doesn’t mean she’s any different. They are all failures. All ruined failures. And it is only natural that we break them, even if that hurts their little feelings. Tsk.

Shit. Just talking about that gets my blood boiling. Another beer! Now! And move your scaly ass fast!

Where was I? Ah. The wall and the cuck.

So… Hmm. It went on for… Probably a month? Two perhaps?

I remember the Bitch had started to look quite curvy. Her body had been fighting the most but her ass was filling nicely, same as her tits. And that cunt? Divine. But the Cuck? The Cuck looked miserable. Bags under the eyes, always dragging himself. Even having him lick my sweaty pits as a treat wasn’t making him react more.

I even asked the Elders to check, and they confirmed my favorite ballsucker was flagging down. Like an illness or something, whatever. But it was frustrating to lose such a nice tongue because it was weak-minded.

He wasn’t as excited to get his ‘Partner’ licked clean. Even chugging Orc cum wasn’t making him act up like before. And his clitty, shrunken and small, couldn’t get hard anymore.

It was… What? Three inches tops. Nothing more. Very small, I told you. And flopping, spraying juices around. I was about to ditch his sorry ass when, on a day to the hunt, I saw that one of my men had strapped his Wife under our hairy Rhinos.

Yes. Yes. That’s obvious now. But we had never done that before.

It was Enghor. I think.

He explained how his Wife was acting up lately, and he’d been looking for a way to make her stop acting up. And… That was how.

If you take a Scaly Wife and have it fucked by a Rhino, it breaks them and makes them so eager for another mounting; they are eager for more!

And… That was the solution!

That night, I brought the Cuck back and even gifted him the chance to ‘fuck’ his Bitch. A pathetic display since she couldn’t feel a thing. She still cried out loud because I asked her to simulate, but… Oh. You know how it is.

He can’t touch the walls, she cries; she tells how big he is. He bust his nuts. He’s trying. That’s pathetic.

Plus, she was already pregnant with my cub, so it was evident it’d be the last time she could feel anything from her cunt or her ass.

I fucked her that night, stroking that belly…

And on the next day, I had the Cuck dragged with me.

He asked me, “What will you do?” and “You promised me to free them.”

I smacked him twice to shut him up, and just like Enghor told me, I brought that red Dragon to the Rhino pen, attached him to a post while laying him on a ball of fur.

All the while, he continued to scream and cry. I was having such a nasty headache; I thought I was about to beat his stupid ass. But then… I shrugged, let it go… And I had his ass covered with the unguent we use on females that are not yet in heat.

It didn’t take more than five minutes for a big male to come, sniff that bitch’s asshole, and lick it.

Oh… That was tiring! Frustrating!

I had to watch while that bitch cried, “But that’s a beast!” and “I don’t want to be used by such a thing!”

Like I cared. Or we cared since my men went to watch it. Some even brought their Scaly Wives to watch, with ale, so it was better. But it was boring to see that thing take its sweet time to fuck that Dragon’s ass.

That Rhino’s dick was bigger than the Cuck’s arm, and it took a lot of prodding for it to slip inside. And then… It was a headache to hear that Cuck beg for mercy all along.

“I’ll be good.” Or “I promise.”

Fuck. I even laughed because the moment that Rhino’s dick went inside, he finally went quiet. Not a peep or a squeak. Dead silent, his bulging, tear-filled eyes. I thought the Cuck wouldn’t shut up.

But he finally shut up while that belly was stuffed like a tundra bird. Okay. That part might have been funny.

You know how Dragons are so thin unless they are pregnant. Well, that Cuck looked like a barrel. A fucking oversized barrel. The eggs and arms attached to that round body because Rhinos are not small.

Finally, he gasped and squeaked, but he did not say a thing at all. It wept, for sure. But it didn’t say anything while we watched that Rhino mount it for… Five minutes, tops.

Top! Really.

After that, the Rhino cried and raised its head before it pulled back, leaving that asshole gaping once that dick flopped back.

I came, asked the Cuck if he still wanted fair treatment for his people.

I think he wanted to say yes. I assumed he wanted to say yes, so I rubbed more unguent, and I brought another male. This time, he screamed.

He cried so much that almost all the men came outside with their Wives. Maybe there was his Son, too. I don’t know. I didn’t care at that moment.

I only wanted to teach him a lesson, but one of my men came to me asking what I was doing.

Then he asked me if it worked.

I was about to tell him to bother Enghor. But… Do we care if it really works?

Sure, it might break some Dragons and leave them catatonic, nothing better than dumb-brained brood whores. But… It doesn’t have to work.

You only need to sow fear in the Dragons. Or envy for the most fucked.

And that Cuck? He is the perfect example.

I had been using him wrong all that time, and I slapped myself. If I wanted to please my people, I had to make a show out of it!

And that’s what we did!

Once I got that Cuck fucked and abused by another Rhino, I finally yanked him out. He blabbered about being sorry and whatnot while his cunt oozed cum on the way to the den.

Luckily for his poor ass, he’d been fucked so many times by a Rhino, he reeked like one.

But that was enough as I threw his ass here and then, I ordered my men. And that’s how we have the tradition of a Rhino helper.

… Oh, that’s true.

You don’t have any Rhinos, to ride yet, so you haven't seen any.

Okay. Let me explain.

Woolly Rhinos are big. Massive even. And rutting, always. So now, we have the Dragons and slaves to give them. The problem is their dicks are so massive, they can’t fit in easily. That’s why we need a Rhino helper.

You take one slave, and you have it guide the Rhino’s cock inside that hole to help the beast.

They grab the dick, they align and… Pop! Smart, right?

Yeah. That’s why we use a slave.

And Napalm, that Cuck? He was the first.

Sure, he cried about it the first time until I threatened him to take the spot of that poor green-scaled Dragon we had prepared. That thing was loudly weeping and begging for mercy.

And… You know what?

Despite the Cuck crying, snarling, and even spitting… He aligned that dick with that hole.

Smoothest penetration ever from a Rhino. And it continued with a second or third under the Scaly Wive’s master and decided it was enough. It worked well enough, so I left for the hunt.

But when I came back, not only was the Cuck still covered with Rhino cum, but he was licking the Dicks after they were out of that hole while his one inch dicklet oozed.

I guess cuck one day, cuck always.

I didn’t bother to ask Enghor about it. Nah. I just took the Cuck home with me. And… You’d know what?

That Cuck licked my balls so clean, I felt like the tundra itself deposited a nice fresh kiss on my nuts. Even the Bitch was crying because he finally gave that whore an orgasm.

I slept like a baby, feeling my balls fresh and clean. Even in the morning, I used his mouth.

Well, he cried and asked not to be brought back to the Rhino pen. But you can’t really fix any problem on a snap. I brought him back, let Enghor force that bitch of a Dragon.

And we had a pretty nifty routine.

The village was going so well.

We were swarmed by cubs. We captured new slaves each month. It was when we heard about the Dragons who escaped. We also decided it was better to keep that village than to leave it. We had been wandering for far too long, you know?

Even the Elders agreed, though I think their Scaly Wives might have helped them. Nothing like fucking a male’s slit till it clamps up on your dick to convince someone. They even tried new methods to treat the Scaly Wives, to convert Dragons and shrink their dicks. Cum and Extract are good, but costly. Magic? It’s cheap in comparison.

But I already had my ways with my two Dragons. Especially my old Scaly Wife.

She was very happy, round with my cub. No. I was proud and happy with what we had.

Though… You know me. If there’s something I like, it’s to show off my prize.

That hybrid might not have been a Hairy Wife with real birthing hips. But sure as the frozen hells, I was enjoying fucking that cunt and pulling on her cold, dead clitty… Which I couldn’t because that egg stuffed inside that cooch wouldn’t come out.

So… I took that bitch right where I had a Cuck to help.

On the day of my first hybrid cub, I brought the Bitch to the Rhino pen. Sure enough, the Cuck was busy sucking on a Rhino’s cock after it had ruined another Black Dragon’s asshole.

The poor fucker had gone stupid and was to become a broodwhore. But the Cuck was sucking on the Rhinoceros’ enormous cock when I cleared my throat and forced the Bitch to enter.

She was rubbing her belly and smiling, while the Cuck watched in surprise.

And what did he say? “How can I help?”

No… “What can I do?” or, again, ranting. Nah. That’s why a Rhino helper is useful. After seeing so many people ruined, they don’t care anymore. They can’t care as they did. And that’s what makes it the best when I told him, “I want you to help the Bitch lay our egg.”

I saw that little twitch in the corner of the Cuck’s mouth.

He nodded, and I sat on a stack of leather. The Bitch didn’t wait to sit on my dick and start moaning while my dick plundered her asscunt. Not as tight, but good enough to wait.

Her cunt was gushing all the cum I’d stuffed inside, plus her own. It sprayed all over the Cuck’s face, over his mane, his horn, or his face. And he was dripping.

I can still hear him. Fapping. Fapping so loudly, I could hear his wrist smacking his thighs while he had his fingers inside that Bitch’s cunt. She was so gaped, he could even stick his hand inside.

The Bitch kept bouncing and jumping on my dick, that belly bulging and cum gushing out of that hole.

And… I could feel the egg moving.

First thing you know, I heard the Cuck licking that Bitch’s cunt.

Then… He began to insert his fist deeper while she cried. Not for him.

“Please, Master! Stuff my ass with your Orc cock! I wanna cum so bad!” she said. Even though she was cumming all over the Cuck. But… You know how it works.

It got that Cuck excited and going. I even kissed that Bitch, encouraged her to continue because I was hard, too.

I was hard like a pole, having my partner mock that cuck… Cuck that was still using two fingers to stroke himself like the pathetic male he is.

And… A moment later, I heard the squelching from that egg moving.

“Fuck! Master! Here is your Cub! My first true son!” cried the Bitch. Fuck…. I am now getting hard again.

I had that Bitch clamping on my dick like a grip while she was shouting and spewing… And begging for her sons to be pure orcs. To have them crush the Dragons’ pathetic bloodline.

And the more she cried… The more that Cuck was furiously masturbating his limp dick.

He even started to lick the slit’s edge, sucking on my spunk sticking to the walls while he dislodged that egg.

He had the entire arm stuffed inside, like you’re trying to dislodge a spear out of a beast.

And he was masturbating and moaning all the time while his bitch begged to be outbred!

Even the crowd around laughed at his sorry ass.

It was so hilarious. It was even better when he yanked that MASSIVE egg out. He grabbed it and put it down. But not good enough because that egg rolled and smacked against his groin.

He cried so loudly, I thought someone had broken his leg or something.

But no, he cried when that egg smacked against his groin, and he creamed himself like a bitch. Sure enough, I laughed! So did all my men!

We laughed at this idiot of a Dragon. Nowhere else can you have such a moron creaming himself from having his cock crushed, but he did. And he had all those little shots all over the floor…

He was about to leave, too.

But I told him: “You leave, I’ll do that with your son!”

Sure enough, he recoiled and went back. Ah… That was sweet to see him go on his knees and look so pathetic. But he nodded good and listened.

He even shook his wings before looking down as I pummeled his Bitch of a ‘Partner’ in the ass. She cried again… And she was all so sweet to me!

“Breed me till I pass out!” “Stuff me with your Eggs!” “I want to bear your cub! All of them!”

Ah!

I was fine breeding that bitch, and I did it. I even had the Cuck grab my dick and align with that polished slit.

I even told him to kiss my cock good luck, for the humiliation. And if I didn’t push him back, he would’ve sucked the nut outta me!

But I was back inside, and I stuffed her cunt and crushed her clit before his eyes. He snarled and glared back, but did he say anything? No! He watched like the good cuck he is!

And when I was done, that belly looked bloated!

The Bitch was almost gone.

Eyes rolling, fingers twitching, the whole deal. She continued to moan something as I pulled out of her cunt, and her clitty flopped out, spraying all over the Cuck. Sure, he looked much better with all that white all over his scales.

He looked so much better; I even added a few shots for the occasion before leaving the Bitch with him.

Honestly. I don’t know what happened. I fetched the Bitch a day after, but that Cuck had a nasty scratch mark over his face, so I knew he didn’t even have his chance with the Bitch.

Plus, the moment I arrived, she was back gobbling on my dick and begging to be let back with all the Orcs and me.

Ah… If she knew.

You asked me why I don’t have any Scaly wives anymore, right?

Well, that’s simple. They break too quickly. Sure, their slits are divine and all. It feels so good to have their puny clitties throbbing against yours when you crush them.

But… After three or four eggs? They’re not so tight anymore.

Their clitties can’t get hard anymore, they’re shooting blank… It’s all pathetic and not so enjoyable.

I had what… Four like them before I settled, though all my sons were purebred. As if the Dragons’ blood couldn’t fight the Orc’s purity! Hah!

But yeah… I don’t embarrass myself with Scaly Wives. Bitches or slaves I sometimes fuck, like at the wall? Sure.

But a Scaly Wive? Nah. Plus, none were as sweet to abuse and humiliate as the first. Nothing makes it as fun as having a Cuck around to beg for mercy and for it to stop.

All those Scaly Wives are too quick to beg for another cock. But the cucks? Oh, they’re the spice of it. The… Humiliation.

Even better when they’re crying because they can’t feel a thing inside them.

What of them?

Oh… I don’t know. I guess the Cuck is still out there, helping Rhinos to get laid and all.

He was really good at it. Smooth fingers, really dedicated to polishing his betters’ cocks.

But his Bitch? Hmm… Oh. Right. Brood!

What? Brood. Yeah, Brood. Like… She’s too wide to please an Orc. So I decided it was better to have that bitch strapped under a Rhino.

Dragons are fertile! Their cooches are so warm, they can make the tundra fertile! Right?

I had that Bitch strapped and impaled on a Rhino’s dick until she’s too big and then pops another egg. So on. Maybe she’s still out there. I didn’t check, but…

Oh. The Cuck! True.

I told the Cuck to handle her. Clean, handle wounds, make sure she can eat… If it’s not cum. I mean, she was gone stupid after three weeks.

Now he’s the… Caregiver. Or something. Yeah. Now. That Cuck has to handle his broken Bitch and help her with the Rhino. Maybe I should visit them and fuck that ruined cooch one last time for the shit and giggles. I’m sure she’d remember my cock.

Maybe that’ll snap her out of her stupid. She’d be all sweet, begging for my cubs, to be outbred and all…

Though the whole village has been conquered. And now, we might have another one in sight.

What do you think? You’re getting tired of all those used Scaly whores, right? I’ll show you a real tight cooch. And maybe, there will be no more Dragons left outside. Who knows? Hehe.