Orc Breeder Quest
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Summary: An anthology of Rule 34, e621, and other nsfw pages that together form a story of adventure, debauchery, and hot steaming sex of an orc who rose from the bottom to the top of the world.
Pick now your new class.
Orc Berserker.
Orc Shaman.
Orc Blacksmith
*New* Orc Breeder
Class selected: Orc Breeder
Chapter 1: An orc's musk.
Summary: Orgrimsgar was pissed beyond measure. Millennia after millennia and defeat after defeat. He wanted to prove that his orcs were just as powerful as the other races and not just horny mindless monsters. So, while drunk, he had the idea to create a class that would grant him victory in an… unorthodox way.
"Grrrr!" I fumed as I stomped towards my chambers. The moment to pick someone who could act as my champion was night and I was yet to find someone worthy to be my voice in the mortal realm who could crush my foes beneath their feet.
I searched in every tribe. The Fire Sand tribe to the North, the Venom claw tribe of the western forest, and the Iron Fist tribe of the eastern coasts. And none of their leaders are worthy.
"Useless! All of them!"
I sighed, taking a tankard of my favorite froschs. Perhaps the effects of the booze will dull my senses enough to ignore them for a while.
I kept drinking tankard after tankard. Honestly, the pain those children of mine cause me is drowned in the dirt-colored booze, eventually turning into a distant memory.
Ughh. The problem with my children is that there are only males, so they have to rely on lost and stupid maidens who stray from the path or reckless adventurers who bite more than they can chew.
Since Wesilyian, Eternatus' former champion, recorded his methods of building, my children have been pushed back into the more inhospitable places. And not just that. With more human settlements and guarded roads, there have been less and less women for my children to mate with, damning them to celibacy or forcing them into sodomy to sate their needs.
Aghhh!!! I need more booze, NOW!!!
…
Ugh, how many tankards did I have? Eheheh~ well I don't fucking give a damn. Because I have the biggest fucking Idea~
Why not make my children impregnate the men? It is certainly doable with their already potent seed. All I need is a little tiny bit of magic to create a magical womb on the victim's poor belly. Besides, we all agreed to consider a champion out if they died, could no longer fight, OR surrendered.
Ohhh~ with my children's prowess in bed, they'll certainly surrender hehe~. Because if there is something that I know well, it is that all men, no matter which race they are, think with their dick… or ass pussy.
It's the perfect plan! Two birds, one rock. Or like I love to say: Two orclings, one seed.
Well~ Let's get to work. I have a game to win.
And considering that no chieftain calls my attention, why not focus on the… lowest orcs?
Raivul was busy considering which class to choose. All his fellow tribe members did was to tell him to choose their own class. Either that or shut him immediately and order him to kneel and suck their cocks.
But that could wait, he needed to consider this choice carefully.
[Raivul, Orc Lv 1]
HP: 250
MP: 60
Strength: 32
Defense: 45
Speed: 21
Intelligence: 17
Wisdom: 19
Charisma: 29
Skills:
Scouting lv 2
Abilities:
Punch: lv 1
He was still lv 1. He lost every fight, failed to cast every spell, and almost smashed his finger hammering that blade. Honestly, the only reason why they haven't kicked him out is because his musk is addictive, or so they claim.
Raivul decided to check again. Maybe he should consider checking the blacksmith Class, it is easier to level than the others.
The pinging sound of the system alerted him the window was open. Raivul was about to check the class, but something else caught his attention.
*New* Orc Breeder.
Well, that's new. The class is self-explanatory, but it did not seem useful for anything else.
Raivul was about to check the Orc Blacksmith class, but he stopped midway. None of the other classes seemed to ring with him, he thought about all the incidents before and concluded he didn't lose anything by checking.
*Orc Breeder*
An orc with the strongest seed in Lascivium, capable even of impregnating Males, no matter the race.
+5 in Charisma
Status Aroused and Allured unlocked.
Musky miasma Lv1
Mighty seed Lv1
Thrust Lv1
Breeding speed Lv1
Sharing is Caring Lv1
Reduces combat experience in half, but allows to *Dominate* the enemies to get experience as well. If the enemy has already been dominated, the owner of this class won't get a second set of experience, but impregnation chances triple.
If the enemy submits chances of knocking up double.
More than one egg fertilized grant experience bonus
Available for Orgrimsgar's champion only.
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For the champion only?! Raivul?!
Raivul picked the class immediately. It must be a dream, so Raivul will make the most of it.
*Class Selected: Orc Breeder.*
"Finally!" Raivul heard a voice speak in his head. "I was tired of waiting."
"Wha-!"
"No time to waste!" The voice ordered. "There is some poor fool nearby, why don't you test your new abilities~" God Orgrimsgar purred.
"Ohhh, Raivul's gonna enjoy this." It's been so long since Raivul enjoyed a fresh cunt. He could feel his balls churning, swelling to produce massive amounts of life-giving seed. Yearning to deposit it on the poor unsuspecting woman… Or man, who was stupid enough to venture here.
Raivul sneaked around, following god's directions until he finally found the origin of the noise. Just a few steps from him, there was a human man. His hair revealed his many winters and his round-fat belly and prominent chest left in the open told a story of expensive food and a cozy back lifestyle.
Regardless, his wide Birthing hips and big boobs will be the best to raise Raivul's offspring. And Raivul will enjoy using that plump and soft ass to warm his cock. Oh ~ just imagining his mighty seed piercing his eggs was enough to make him hard.
"It's so hot today." The old man laughed as he stomped his walking wand on the ground at the rhythm of an unsung melody before stopping to unbuckle the buttons of his shirt, revealing a plump and soft set of manly boobs coated with droplets of pearly sweat. "Ahh, now that's much better".
The man started to hum his song once again, oblivious to my presence. Raivul took the opportunity to follow him and check his new skills.
*Musky Miasma lv 1*
A potent mist of alluring Miasma that briefly stuns weak enemies. Has a 30% probability of leaving the enemy aroused. Strong enemies can fight it off.
*Mighty Seed lv 1*
An enchantment to the orc's seed, capable of creating a magical womb and eggs with nerves both to get males pregnant and make them enjoy the moment their eggs are fertilized. It can be deactivated to prevent unexpected offsprings.
The offspring of someone who possesses this skill will inherit it, as well as a random skill from the father and a random(common) skill from the carrier.
*Thrust lv 1*
Enhancement that bolsters the holder's prowess in bed (5% lv1)
*Breeding speed lv 1*
Enhancement to thrusting speed, making the sex more pleasurable (3% lv 1)
*Sharing is Caring lv1*
The owner of this skill gets a bonus of stats equal to (stats * 0.05) and one skill, spell, or ability(common) at part of its current lv(If it has it) once the target has been bred. This skill can be cast repeatedly and in case of multiple impregnations, the owner can get another chance to take a different skill from the victim
Now Raivul knows how to attack.
Raivul jumped from the bushes, startling the man who grabbed his walking stick, trying to use it as a weapon.
"Wha-!" The man never finished yelling before he was hit by Raivul's musk. His cheeks turned red, showing he was enjoying Raivul's manly musk. Raivul turned around and put his pucker in front of the man's nose for him to have a better whiff.
"Rab has been stunned."
"Aroused transformed into : Allured."
"*mmff* *mmm*" The man, Rab, tried to protest, but the noise was completely drowned in Raivul's smelly ass.
"Breath Deeply." Raivul ordered and Rab complied. With a long and deep whiff, his eyes relaxed.
Raivul used the chance to turn around and steal a kiss and massage Rab's boobs in his stupor; then Raivul tore Rab's damn clothes, revealing a plump and soft ass, even softer than his boobs.
Raivul took the chance to steal a kiss from his poor victim. Their tongues clashed for a while if you can call it that. The truth is, with Rab's blissfully numb state, Raivul did most of the job as Rab contained moans deep inside Raivul's mouth. A string of saliva kept them together as they parted lips. One was blissfully exhausted while the other admired his handicraft with pride.
Raivul took the opportunity to see the future mother of his offsprings:
"Lord Robert *Rab* Deandelier Lv 99. Class: Sage"
Age: 71
HP 630
MP 555
Strength: 107
Defense 108
Speed 64
Intelligence 180
Wisdom 199
Charisma 110
Skills
Mercantilism Lv 7(Common)
Persuasion: Lv 5( Common)
Staff Lv2 (Common)
Ice magic Lv 8 (rare)
Dark Magic Lv 9 (Very rare)
Healing magic Lv 8 (Common)
Brawling Lv 5 (Common)
Scouting Lv5(Common)
Cooking Lv 3(Common)
Etiquette Lv 9 (Rare)
Spells
- Zam
-Dazzle
-Squelch
-Sap
-Crack
-Snooze
-Defuddle
-Dedazzle
-Insulate
-Anathemetise
-Crackle
-Bounce
-Midheal
-Moreheal
-Drain Magic
-Multiheal
-Zammle
-Kacrack
-Fullheal
-Kazam
Techniques
Propeller Blade (rare)
Hawkeye Claw (Common)
Hard Claw(Rare)
Wild Animaul(Very Rare)
Debuffs
Alloured: Receptive to the caster and his allies orders and -20% Speed.
Old Age: a reduction of (20 + age * 0.3)% on all physical stats.
OHHH!!! a Noble sorcerer! not only that, but he a healer as well, something the tribe sorely needs. he will be the best mother for Raivul's offsprings, the first of his many lovers.
Raivul spanked his plump and juicy ass, earning a high-pitched shriek of Rab and plastering a smirk on Raivul's face. He did it again. And again. And Again. This lasted until his ass had the shape of his hand decorating his rosy cheeks as a brand of ownership, so anyone who passed by could see his ass now belonged to Raivul.
"Enough wasting time." Raivul Stated. "You are ready to carry my offspring."
Orgrimsgar watched the scene with delight and excitement. A hand pumped his cock at the scene displayed in front of him. The Debauchery, the obscenity, the Blasphemy against Eternatus's puritan and stupid principles. He was enjoying everything, so much it made him cum like he hadn't in a long time.
It was so much that a drop of his cum fell from his dick and through the small portal he made to watch them. The drop fell all the way towards Rab's moaning mouth
He peaked at the poor merchant's status. Watching with sinful glee at the poor merchant's status.
Debuffs
Orgrimsgar Favor: The carrier will release multiple eggs(3 - 15), improves the safety of the pregnancy, camaraderie among the siblings progresses faster and turns the birth painless.
Uses Available: 1
I should be careful when I use this, I don't want the other gods to notice this trick. Now, I wonder what's happening on that happily fucked out head of yours, Rab~.
*Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!* The orc's Mighty balls smacked against my abused hole as he had me pinned in the ground, locked between his arms as he plunged his cock in me.
I have to endure, once he finishes having his way with me, I will gather the knights to deal with this dirty, stinky, sexy, and powerful monster.
Aggh, endure Rab. You've faced worse… but nothing as pleasant.
No!!! I have to endure!
He pulled his dick off at a torturously slow pace. I was glad, he lost his inter-
*Smack!!!*
"Ohh!!!" He thrust back with more strength, focusing on slow, but deep and powerful thrusts aimed directly at my prostate, intensifying this obscene and exciting torture.
He pulls me up and presses me against a tree as he continues with his long and powerful thrusts. I try to endure, but…
…But my strength wanes as he wiggles that stinky and ugly… Virile cock.
He massages my butt as he slams, the sensation feels comfortable and warm, completely different from the wild and raw fucking from before. Almost… tenderly.
He wraps his arms around me and once again resumes his raw and wild fucking, but this time deeper; he is trying to plunge his tongue inside my mouth as he smiles wickedly.
I must… resist… I must…
Suddenly something landed in my mouth, falling directly to my stomach and setting it ablaze before the heat spread throughout my body. It was unbearable, by Eternatus!
The only moments when I felt it quenched was when this orc assaulted my prostate.
Forgive me, Eternatus, for I cannot resist anymore. Please… Anything to quell this flame inside me.
"Please." I begged. "Give me your seed."
*Rab has Submitted. Chances of impregnating double*
Chances of impregnating Rab: 35% -> 70%
Raivul Smirked, as he appraised his new lover.
Raivul ordered Rab to get in fours and so he did. Rab panted as he looked back at Raivul with desire, stretching his hole wide; tempting him to use him as a cocksleeve in a silent prayer for him to finish inside him and fill him to the brim with his children.
A prayer both Orgrimsgar and Raivul were happy to answer.
Raivul grabbed his ass just as firmly as before, if not more, and plunged deep into Rab's cunt.
"Oh!" "Yes, yes!" Screamed Rab for the people in the village to hear.
The thrusting continued for more than just a few tortuous minutes, each second earning a delightful scream from Rab as his new master ravaged his new virginal cunt.
"Right there, please!" Rab screamed. "Please, I need your seed. Please, master."
That was enough to send Raivul over the edge. With a deep grunt, Raivul unleashed a floodgate of white, creamy, life-giving seed as it rushed to fertilize Rab's fresh eggs and they reached their climax together. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before. If the sex was enough to send him over the edge, then this sensation was like being sent to Orgrimsgar's own realm.
[Rab has been Dominated: Raivul gets 7800 Exp Points]
[Raivul has leveled up]
[Raivul has leveled up]
…
[Raivul has leveled up]
One by one he felt as the little orclings wiggled their way to enter his eggs. It felt as if Raivul somehow managed to fuck him until he reached his 'cervix' as if each orcling fertilizing an egg was one of Raivul's thrusts.
1 Egg.
Rab shed tears of pure and uncontainable happiness. For years he has been traveling, searching for his lost grandson, but every fake rumor, every time it turned out not to be his boy, took a small piece of his heart. It only got worse when his former traveling companion, Jade, decided to quit the search to settle down and help the children of that orphanage in the previous village.
He was happy she found her call protecting the little children, but another part was heartbroken about being left alone in his search. But it was only thanks to Orgrimsgar's mercy that he put him on this road.
Where he met the mighty orc who gave it what he longed for so many years.
A family.
He felt the little presence settling in his belly. He might not be his lost grandson or his long-gone daughter, but he was still his family and Rab was sure as hell he was going to nurture him.
2 Eggs. (Raivul gets 400 extra exp points)
Oh, by the gods! 5 Eggs! (Raivul gets 1200 extra exp points)
The pleasure was enough to make him cum for a second time… and even releasing milk from his chest already.
8 Eggs were enough to make him collapse. (Raivul gets 1200 extra exp points)
[Raivul has leveled Up.]
And finally, 12 Eggs (Raivul gets 1600 extra exp points) made him worship Orgrimsgar's name as he thanked him for the encounter and Raivul for the best sex in his long life. After a while, the burning heat turned into the cozy feeling of a gentle warm on his belly. As if the new orclings recognized him as their mother immediately.
With his last forces, Rab looked at the mighty orc who gave him, both the best sex in his life and a new family to love, releasing a happy and exhausted smile and words that fell short to convey all his gratitude towards Raivul.
"Thank you." Rab managed to say before he succumbed to sleep.
Raivul, on the other hand, carried the unconscious old man who would carry his children, the first of many, on his shoulder. He knew the next bearers would be younger, stronger, and more handsome. But since he is the mother of his first batch of children, Raivul will provide him with a comfortable life in the tribe as long as he breathes.
Raivul smirked with pride as he gave a side glance at the cum pouring out from the old man's abused womb before returning to the tribe to introduce the new member… And to scare the others with his new stats.
[Raivul Orc Breeder Lv48]
HP: 499(467 + 32 from Sharing is caring)
MP: 200 (172 + 28 from Sharing is caring
Attack: 91 (86 + 5 from Sharing is caring)
Defense: 104(99 + 5 from Sharing is caring)
Speed 55 (52 + 3 from Sharing is caring)
Intelligence: 44 (35 + 9 from Sharing is caring)
Wisdom: 51 (41 + 10 from Sharing is caring)
Charisma: 88 (82 + 6 from Sharing is caring)
Skills
Mighty seed: lv 3
Breeding speed lv 3
Scouting lv 3
Mercantilism Lv 4
Persuasion: Lv 3
Healing magic lv 4
Brawling lv 3
Cooking lv 2
Abilities
Thrust lv 4
Punch lv 1
Musky Miasma lv2
Hawkeye Claw
Spells
Zam
Dazzle
squelch
Dedazzle
Orgrimsgar jerked off for the fifth time in a row. He was ecstatic with the results; his champion managed to subdue someone as powerful as the legendary Rab with only a lv1 miasma, AND to level up quite some levels in one go(It could have been more if there weren't for the old age exp modifier) but this shall suffice for now.
Lascivium won't know what hit it… Or it would be better to say, what fucked it.
"Ahahahaha. Ahhhh~" Orgrimsgar laughed as he jerked off for the sixth time. The return of the orc race and his absolute victory are near.
Greetings, Everyone, and thank you for reading my work. While this is an origial setting and I am planning to use the standard green humanoid form of orc, there were some images that were so hot to not to put them, I also wanted to invite some characters from different universes. Some info will be the same and some won't. Still, Thanks for reading and enjoy the first of many chapters.