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Rise of the Serpent General Part 4

The sound outside the hut was picking up quite a bit. The sound of drums hitting in rhythmic heat, the call of stomping feet where dancing and displaying was taking place. There was demonstrations of skills, brawling talent, and weapon matches with wooden shafts against both the young and the old amongst these people. I was inside the birthing hut, looking on at Eri'ol reached up to take hold of Ug'Voc's hand, holding it tightly with a soft smile over her lips while the sooth-sayers here started to paint a rune on her already swelling womb. The rune that they painted lit up in a blue glow, helping to calm the already burning rage that was coursing through her, the clear side effect of having an orc growing inside of her body. Normally such a creature would take almost a fool year to give birth to anything, but with the runes and the talents of these magic nurses the process was only going to take a few days. It was a fact that drew a smile across my lips. The tribe could have its heir and my quest wouldn't be put on hold for too long. Eri'ol was going to be allowed to have a child. I wasn't really sure if that was something she wanted at the time, but I certainly wasn't controlling her now that she was gripping that hand. My influence over her was limited at best, or maybe it was gone entirely and she had been conditioned to the role of servitude that I introduced her to, but for now I only wished for her to enjoy the company of her new-found mate. With my slithering figure turning away from the two in order to exit out that doorway back into the glowing fire the sight that surrounded me forced an easy smile to my lips.

I'd never seen orcs celebrate anything, and just the sight of them existing in such high spirits and good moods was something even I found terrifying. The youth that remained from their current generation were brandishing carved shafts, each unique to the family line that particular orc belonged to, and in a mimic of war they would fight. Every loud thump of wood on wood echoed to the beat of the drum that surrounded them, impacts showing that they were ready for combat just as their older, more fit siblings and fathers were. The drums sped up, the rhythm hitting quickly as did the strikes, the blocks, the movements of attack. This wasn't a dance that they were putting on, but a war happening within the camp. Every missed block landed with a hard hit against a young body, but they didn't cry, didn't gasp, didn't waver, they took the hit and continued on. It was a display of skill and strength, but also of rhythm as each swing came in time with those drums and the faster the drums beat the faster those swings landed. Those watching laughed, cheered, and yelled out to them in joy and encouragement, knowing that with the bravery and brutality that these young orcs were able to show off that it would reflect even more on the man leading them into the heat of battle.

My other team mates were about in this place. The celebration masking them while we all looked on at the different performances and displays being put on. After the young orcs fighting it was a wrestling match, and then other things. One after another they celebrated by showing off their strength, their talent in battle. I hadn't been looking for the newly green canine, but Eri'on found me before I was able to locate anyone else. The look in his eyes showing that there wasn't under my influence anymore, but after what he'd been turned into there was no going back to the northern kingdom. Instead he would follow me because of having nowhere else to go. There was safety in numbers, and even he knew that if he tried to break away from us and travel on his own then he'd be hunted down by his own fellow guards within a week. The only option for him was to stick with us, but I made sure he knew that he was one of us now and that we'd take care of him.

"What about my sister, is she ok?" He asked easily, looking on at the hut that she was taken to. I gave a nod and placed my lower right arm on his shoulder before continuing on. If Eri'on wanted to visit his sibling in the tent I doubted that anyone would refuse him that right. Blood seemed to be very important in this place.

Stepping from him I finally managed to locate the suit of armor that was standing off to the side. His body was made obvious by the red lines that coursed through it now, fully charged likely by his own means in a place like this. My approach was received with him turning towards me and an easy tilt of his head as if he was expecting me to explain why I would be approaching him. The man within was still trapped in a lost state, completely controlled by the spirit of the demon that cursed the armor, but that made it impossible to tell what kind of expression was being cast. All I had to go on was my instinct that I should stop a step sooner than I was planning.

I asked Nephic how he was feeling, if everything was ok. He replied easily with a standard "yes" type answer. It was only after that the demon would look out to the crowd and then back at me again. "Are you sure we want these orcs to help us? They're already assigning their own General for your cause. It kind of undermines your authority as the leader of this army you want to build."

"They're being cautious, and that's fine. I'd rather be in command of one loud and rowdy battle weapon than a group of them. I need an army to take on the twin kings, and there isn't any better place to start with an orc tribe."

Nephic didn't seem entirely convinced by this, "I guess that's one way to look at it, but these orcs alone won't be enough. You'll need more forces than what's here. Talk with the elder and see if he his tribe has any allies out there that we can ask next." At that the demon armor stepped away, heading to look around on his own. He was always a bit of a loner when he didn't need favors.

* * *

I watched as the night burned on with their entertainment and demonstrations continued. The fact that many of the people that had started their wrestling and brawling were still going proved the resilience of the orc people. They were a race that must have been bred for war, they had to be. No other soldiers on this ground could fight as hard or as long as these creatures were and while it was endlessly impressive, it was also very tiring to watch. I'm not a weak monster by any stretch of the word, but even I knew that I could only last around a half hour in a fight where this tribe had been going for hours and are still going now. We'd already well passed the peak of the night some time ago with these orcs and I knew that dawn was quickly approaching. This celebration had burned long, but by the end of it I noticed that I'd found my way to be sitting beside the elder leader of the tribe. This wasn't something I noticed at first, but it did feel like a bit of an honor once I realized I was there. There was a lot happening over the course of this night, but what I hadn't expected was a furred hand to grip down on my shoulder, forcing my serpent-like attention to the side and then up along the dark green furred body of the lycan that I'd made. It was a good question to figure out what Eri'on was doing here when he was supposed to be with his sister, but what he told me was something I hadn't been prepared just yet to hear.

"Eri'ol is about to give birth and she wants you there."

The very statement of it caught my attention, but also perked my ears over my own lycan bred face, "It's too early, the elder said a few days."

What I was saying drew an expression from him that even left me questioning myself. It had been a night, not even a full day, I was sure of that already, but he didn't look so convinced. "I've been in there for three days, sir."

With the laughter of the elder catching both out attention those two sets of eyes between us turned towards him, looking on at him to see that shaking head turning from side to side before that well aged gaze aimed back up towards us. Clearly there was something that both of us had missed and this elder knew of the entire time, a link between our arguing points that left us to look on anxiously in hope of receiving clarity for the reason that he was laughing in the way that he was.

"So you didn't notice after all. Neither of you did." he admitted, fighting to talk through his drawn chuckle, "The birthing hut was marked long ago with time runes. Time travels faster inside."

It was that realization that drew my view to just how powerful these people really were. Time magic was near impossible for most mages, even the most powerful struggle with it, and here these orcs have broken it down into a science for the purpose of their birthing ritual. I'd never considered the idea of it before then, but if anyone did understand time movement then of course it would be a people created by the flora itself. I'd risen myself to moving height so that Eri'on could take me towards his sister, but it seemed that my movement had come about a bit slow where they were already carrying her out of the hut on a woven bed held up on stalks set on the shoulders of the four nurses that had been with her all along. Their movement threw the flap of the hut to the side and allowed Eri'ol past the fire and towards the center to be placed down before the elder we'd just been near. I could hear her calling out to me and her brother and with a quick rush Eri'on was to her side again, gripping her hand on one side with Ug'Voc still holding her other. He'd been with her the entire time, and while I had to question just how much he really valued her against the being growing inside of her it was clear that the three days they'd spent together these two had grown very close.

Her call sounded out, being taken into a deep howl by those orcs of the tribe, every one of the celebrating the starting of the birth. What was expected to be painful from her, birthing a creature hatched from a fertilized seed pushed into her body, only drew a cold sweat which was left with her panting. These weren't pants like one would expect from childbirth, but pants delivered from pleasure wrapping through her body. The shivering of her figure, the leaning of her head back, showed all the more that she was enjoying herself. Hips churned, shook, writhed in heated pleasure while the juicy wash of her warm cum gushed from her depths driving the orcs to lift their hands in cheer from that sudden release just as she continued. Hands gripped down on Ug'Voc and Eri'on, holding them close and making sure that they weren't released at all while those cunny lips spread slowly. The green dome of the top of a head sliding free, covered in her needing fem-cum that helped this young birth from her body. Every deep moan that she released continued to be called back to her by those looking on. If this was a celebration then she was the grand finale of it. More and more of this baby orc slid from her body, another hot burst of her cum flowing in a hot gush from that female figure, feeling her thighs grow more and more sticky with the hot flow just as that baby finally drew the rest of the way out of her into the hands of the awaiting elder that held the child up high to the brilliant cheer of the tribe.

Eri'ol panted deeply still, working to recover while she looked around herself in a deep blush that wrapped her lips. The easy smile looked to each of them just before turning her attention to the child that she'd given birth to being handed back to her. Those arms wrapping around the child that had grown inside of her so rapidly and even Ug'Voc leaned down to look on at that tiny face that peered back at them. A deep kiss was shared between human and orc, and the rest prepared themselves for war.

* * *

Even I had to admit that they made a cute family, the three of them sharing their time together with her brother to the side, this new uncle looking down at the small baby orc that smiled back up at him. The rest of them were preparing themselves, getting their gear together, their minds leaving that of the celebration and entering the state of war that they were going to be entering soon. Sticks and shafts were replaced with swords and axes. Even spears and maces came into view while armor was strapped on with leather, hide, chain, and battle torn plate where it would fit. I've heard that there are some distance lands were they solve battle with blood and lives, far different from the more civilized way that we resolve our own conflicts with arousal and domination. These creatures had their weapons, though, having learned long ago how to translate their combat skills into such an agreed upon method for war. It was only when Ug'Voc pulled from his pretty family that he'd grunt and stand over me, towering me once again with his strong and brutal body. The smile that I had on my lips was already fading thanks to the complete lack of one that he had.

"There's one last task that you'll need to prove in order to lead my tribe into battle, naga." This general would inform me furrowing my brow to the very statement.

"You're leader only said that he needed to see a new generation born. He didn't say anything about needing to do anything else." My quick retort came in, standing my ground in this where I'd kept my side of the bargain and I was going to make damn sure that he kept his as well.

The smirk that came over Ug'Voc's mouth only worked to narrow my eyes even more. "Oh, you can lead them just fine, but if you want them to follow you then you need to show your strength. Prove to me on these grounds that we aren't following the commands of a weak little snake."

He reminded me that orcs valued strength and fighting skills and informed me that if I didn't prove to him that I had both of those things then they weren't likely to follow my commands. I could feel my own rage burning up with this, to be used in such a way and then still have the chance of walking away with empty hands wasn't something I was willing to allow and so I agreed to his challenge. My breath huffed from my figure and my teeth ground down against one another. This orc wasn't going to give me a moment to prepare, though. The second that I said I'd fight him he took that as a start to this fight and rushed in fast at me. Having seen his size you'd have thought that he'd be heavy and slow. Unfortunately, only one of those two things was actually true and his speed was something that his body used well as he tore through his tribal grounds. I felt his broad and meaty shoulder impact my body, hitting me clearly in the chest and driving a loud grunt from my figure as my hips were lifted on the spot from force alone, but that was the advantage of not having legs, I couldn't be knocked off of them. My tail held me at this higher position well and those large green hands reached out towards me just in time for my own fingers to wrap around his. Holding my palm to his I immediately came to realize just how overpowered I was here so that when he crushed his massive chest against mine the feeling of that strong body pressing in already forced my heart to skip and my mind to fog. His feet kicked against the ground and my tail could only do so much to push back before I found myself on my back with my tail wrapping around those legs, trying anything I could in order to grip him tightly, hold him close, and try and limit his mobility as if that was going to do anything to help me.

Those strong arms forced mine into the ground, that heavy body pressing me further against the grass and my strongest struggles were nothing to this orc while he grinned at me easily. I had to be their commander, lead their general in order to overcome the twin kings, and I wasn't going to let my journey end with me laying on my back on the ground. My fingers released his left hand, freeing my right arm that I quickly used to wrap around his head, pulling back close into my thick black furred chest. There wasn't much I could do to really hold him there, but I could push against the ground with my tail in order to roll this creature, forcing him onto his back instead and keeping him locked in place while he only just then started to really struggle. It was a surprise move, and one that managed to catch him off guard, but that alone wasn't going to win me this challenge, not when his hands lowered down to grip around my shoulders so that my figure was pried off of his. As much as I did everything to hold him there against me his strength won out and my grip around his head was lost as I found myself finding his face coming closer to mine in a very fast pace just before everything turned dark and I was waking up on the ground with my forehead aching.

"Finally awake, huh?" I heard the voice over my shoulder, a strong and powerful arm wrapping around my throat, but not tightly, and my body being pulled backwards from the ground only to find that hot green package pressed against the back of my hips. That rear snake hold was one that lead to my more sensitive areas, but more importantly his already thick and throbbing member was grinding down against my hips just to leave me with an easy coo and a soft moan while I worked to recover.

A naga's rear hole is in the back like anyone else's so when he pulled me back towards him I could feel that strong chest against my shoulders, those powerful hips against my rump, and that aching dick against my pucker leaving me to only gasp when he decided to use that very moment to thrust his massive meat into my body, spreading my rear and driving himself deep within me. Even I have to admit that I lost that fight, there was no way for me to have overcome him and he did manage to knock me out pretty quick. In a way, I was lucky to get away from that match with only a wide spread rear and my hard canine shaped dick sliding free at the front pointed towards the ground. The hard pounding that he was giving me, the way he forced that dick through my awaiting body only so that his strong and muscled hips could crush against my tunnel left me to shiver there on the spot. I did everything I could not to call out, not to show weakness even in this state, but even I couldn't hide the drool that was running down my jaw or the feeling of the hands that had taken hold of my wrists to further pull me back into his hardened hips as they crushed forward. What I remembered most was the feeling of those large balls pushing against my hips, crushing down against my internal balls even through my leathery hide which only made my jumping dick ache with the need to release. I held on, though, at least for a little while, but when he pulled nearly all the way out only to thrust back in and crush those big orc balls against me I just lost it.

My voice called deeply for those listening and my hot cherry colored dick burst with a hot wave of headed naga seed to gush out deep across that ground. If it wasn't for such dry weather lately then I know there would have been a puddle, but that all got soaked up real quick into the ground which was ok because when he pulled back and did it again I gave the ground another heavy wave and that one DID leave a puddle that the head of my pointed cock was made to stir around in. It was only when I heard him grunting behind me that I turned my eyes to look back at him, seeing him with that confident smirk on his face. Maybe it was the way that I was looking at him, maybe it was how hard he was continually fucking me, but when he came those heavy balls crushed up tight and released the entire content of what he had all the way through my depths, filling me all the way up to my stomach with a heated shiver from his heavy flow. My mouth just hung open at that point, feeling more and more of it rushing into me and before I knew it he was releasing my arms and leaving my held up body to simply drop down onto the ground to squirm in my own panting breath.

"Now we'll follow you." He informed me with an easy pat on my shoulders.

Even now I don't really understand it all, but the way that he explained it at the time was that it was never about me winning, because that was hopeless from the start for me, but instead it was about me having the courage to even face him, to show him and the tribe that I wanted this battle as much as they did and was willing to fight for it. Something like that. All I knew at that point was that I'd gotten the first half of my army and while I lifted myself up I remembered that I needed to talk about allies, to find more troops to expand this army, make it grow so that it could be comparable to that of the human over population that tended to be swelling into our territories as of late.

"Elder," I said with an easy grunt while lifting myself back up to stand on my tail. "Does your tribe have any allies that we can call upon for help?"

It was a question that the elder thought on, also agreeing that while his tribe was powerful having other troops would only make the battle less costly to him. It took a bit, but when he nodded I smiled at him. "Yes. You should continue South towards the coast where you'll find one of our best allies. The Minotaur clans are very strong down there."

"How did you become their allies?"

"We tried to invade them once."