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Amaru gripped the hem of her petticoat to deal with the stress.

She was inside a litter being carried by 8 powerful men and had been throughout her journey as they headed deep into the eastern jungles. The Queenship of the Runa was a kingdom of man that inhabited much of the mountain regions along the Runa valleys, so the roads along the breadth and length of their land were well paved and taken care of. So, despite the various rests that they had to make along the way, they had made good progress.

Her escort was composed of some of the greatest warriors in her mother’s service, men and women allowed the privilege to wield bloodthirsty iron. And though their rare ponchos of iron chain showed what sort of privileged and powerful people they were, the journey through the Queendom would have been safe merely with the sigil adorning the side of Amaru’s carried litter.

Only the man servants that transported her would have been needed to convey her about their people’s lands if it came down to it. But her destination wasn’t anywhere anyone sane was wont to go.

The secret of iron had done a lot to safeguard the lands of man, but the price it demanded was seemingly eternal conflict between them.

Older than Amaru was, older than even her mother, the Queen, were the wars fought for the silvery ore that gave them an edge in their wars. But the mountains ranged for so long, and so far, that entire peoples lived and died without Amaru’s people knowing about it. Or they knowing about them. For every enemy defeated, another new one had to reveal itself, vying for the same lands, the same valleys and the same ores that they did.

It wasn’t like greed had never been entirely away from the hearts of men.

But iron fanned it like few other things did.

But if iron were all that mattered, if iron was the only thing that determined who won and who died, it was as certain as the mists that rose with the dawn that the Runa people would have won and dominated long ago.

But that’s not how things were.

Their armies could not compete with those of the Musin, the shell-helmeted coastal warriors of the west. They could not deal with the mobility of the Inga, the northern legions who rode llamas. They could not hold back the Mapu to the south, who were so numerous, if lacking in iron, that they could threaten any of the other ones on their lonesome.

Runa had iron, yes, but it wasn’t iron that made them stand.

It was their alliances.

“Are you well, my Nusta?” The youngest member of the guard of Amaru’s mother, and the woman who had practically raised her, asked, “It is getting rather warm.”

“I am fine, Kusi,” Amaru nervously replied, “I knew the lowlands were going to be hot, so I prepared myself, see?”

A brown-skinned adult woman brushed aside the curtain making the contents of Amaru’s litter opaque and gave Amaru a searching look before she nodded, “If the Queen’s advice is anything to go by, your…sire’s tribes do not care much for propriety If need be, don’t be too preoccupied about looking like royalty here among your, hmm, mother’s people?”

The warrior looked around her, at the party taking Amaru to where she had to be, “No one here needs to be convinced that you are a princess, Nusta.”

Instead of the multiple layers of petticoats that even the most basest of Runa peasant women wore, Amaru was wearing but a single one. One made from the finest Alpacan cotton, certainly, but still one that made Amaru feel almost…naked.

Which given she was about to meet her sire was a bit of a problem.

The climb down from the endless expanse of the mountains and valleys of humankind into the endless expanse of jungle, where the various species rejected by the gods were, was infamously not an easy one. It required both forbearance and endurance as the wells were not well marked, the edible plants were not well known, and game, while plentiful, was not safe to hunt. But, before all of those could become issues, was the change in temperature.

The jungles were hellishly hot.

Amaru took the chance to look outside and saw that the men carrying her litter were stripped to their waist, walking only in their sandals and bayeta trousers. Of the warriors, all still wore iron, though some were down to their cloth vests. A few had even begun walking about like Amaru’s porters.

The thing is, that included Kusi.

Her brown breasts were out in the air, making Amaru gape. The woman was slim, but muscular, her flat stomach and defined shoulders and arms cutting a striking figure. With her tits out, each half the size of her head, she looked delectable.

Attractive.

Something that, looking at her arms and breasts, Amaru had trouble saying of herself.

Oh, Amaru had a big ass and big legs, her hips were overly large and her breasts were bigger than Kusi’s were.

But that was all she had going for her.

Even if she had wanted to, lowering the amount of clothing she wore was problematic because instead of the dark brown skin that was the fixture of humanity, Amaru’s was actually…slightly green.

Her ears were slightly pointy, too, but that could be hidden with her hair… which happened to be slightly red. Red-dish? Amaru would love to say that it was just a different shade of brown, because at least that was a natural color, but either way it stood out.

At least she could hide the worst.

At least she could keep from smiling.

Because her lower fangs? They grew large. Not enough to jut out of her mouth, but enough to give away her inhuman parentage away all on it’s own.

Because Amaru, despite her royal blood, was only half human.

18 years ago, when the Queen was young and Runa was a kingdom, the Nustra, the princes of the Runa, had counted 8.

One each died against the Inga and the Musin, and four against the Mapu. With only Amaru’s uncle to lead the kingdom’s armies, her grandfather took a big risk by sending Amaru’s mother out to the jungles, to gain the help and alliance of the unknown monsters that dwelt in it. It was a long shot, a cast born of desperation, but just as the Inga overwhelmed the only living male Nustra, just as only the levies remained to stand in the path of annihilation, Amaru’s mother ascended from the jungle.

A horde of green monsters in the shape of people with her.

Orcs, they called themselves in their own tongue. And though they could not speak a thread of man tongue then, though they were more primitive then the Mapu by being unable to produce even copper, they were stronger then any man.

And that despite having no men among them.

Not only did they beat the Inga back, not only did they stabilize the borders of the Runa and ensured the smooth climb of Amaru’s mother as the next heir, they allowed Amaru’s people to have the precious time that they needed to recover.

And seize the accursed iron mines that had caused all this trouble.

The Queen ascended to the throne with a big heavy stomach, Amaru’s grandfather’s body finally failing after his kingdom was saved and, right there in front of everyone Amaru’s mother showed the price for the orc's help.

For Amaru was the daughter of the Orc chieftain.

Bearing the child of an Orc in exchange for the safety of her people was something that sounded very noble to Amaru’s ears, but she still grew up feeling more than a bit alienated by her ancestry. She couldn’t help but look at her peers, at her full human siblings and…feel less.

Which is why she had to do this!

The terms of the Runa-Orc alliance stipulated two decades of help. With just two years away from ending, it was imperative that the alliance be refreshed. That’s where Amaru came in.

As the daughter of the chieftain who had made the deal with Amaru’s mother, surely her asking all but guaranteed it? As the living proof of the, um, “fruitfullness” of their friendship, surely it was all but performative?

Amaru hoped that it was, because if she couldn’t re-establish this alliance, of what help was she?

“Get ready, Nustra,” Kusi advised all of a sudden, “We are approaching the green-skin camp.”

They had been traveling for all of a week now, down from the nice cool mountains into the flat forested grounds. Flies and insects hounded them every step of the way as they made do with the hot, moist heat of the jungle.

Even now, with only a single layer of clothing, Amaru was feeling sticky with sweat. But if she had it this bad, she could only imagine how much worse it was for her servants and warriors.

With a grunt, the men carrying her litter stopped.

And then, with another grunt, they lowered her into the ground where, for the first time in days, Amaru wasn’t swinging.

This was it.

It was time.

With as much elegance as she could muster, with as much understated dignity as a daughter of the Queen was expected to, she threw the curtains of the litter away.

And emerged from into an almost completely different world.

Large.

That was the only way to describe the towering women about them.

Brown, red and purple hairs fell in ropes and drapes down their green scalps. Tusks, there was no other way to describe them, protruded from the bottom of their lips. Eyes made of crystals stared at them, as hands clutched at large clubs, at large fire-hardened spears, and at large shields.

Women that were 7 feet in height surrounded them, each with large breasts hanging from their chest. Each with only a loincloth protecting their dignity from anyone else.

Each with hungry eyes as they looked at them.

“H-hello, I am Amaru daughter of Anka, on behalf of the Runa people,” Amaru stuttered a speech that she had memorized and gone over again and again throught the past week, “I am here to see t-the Chieftain.”

“And why,” a husky and noticeably female voice called out from the throng of orcs, “Does small human girl want that?”

It was spoken in a heavily accented and stilted tongue of Amaru’s people, which immediately clued her off as to who that could be.

“Because your daughter begs her sire to listen to her!” Amaru shouted, hoping that her voice sounded strong and confident, “Because I, Amaru, was sired by the mighty Varca!”

The throng of orcs were silent for a moment at that. And then, a moment later, a lady a head above the already humongous orcs stepped out of the green crowd and stomped forth until she was in front of Amaru.

Amaru was tall for a woman. She was 5 feet and 8 inches. More evidence of her Orcish blood, or so her mother had said. But that had set an expectation that any of the orc women here broke.

And that her orc mother shattered.

“So, it be me daughter, after all,” Varca was a woman with three lines scarring through one of her eyes, leaving her a single working one. Her hair was a blood red that vividly contrasted against her skin, except, it was going grey in places. There were crows feet in the corner of her eyes and above her sharp nose, indicating that she was at least capable of laughter. Her lips were big, her chin was sharp, her cheeks were plum, to contrast with the high cheeks that the Runa had, and her single working eye was as blue as the sky.

She was 8 feet in height, towering not just over Amaru, but everyone. She wore nothing to hide her breasts, which were the single biggest mammaries that Amaru had ever seen! They were bigger than Amaru’s head, bigger than Varca’s own head, big enough that Amaru would have had problems carrying the combined weight they represented!

Mountains made up her shoulders, boulders her biceps, and thick iron her back. Her abs could have been sculpted from stone, as every single bisected row of stomach muscle went down until it disappeared into her loincloth.

Her hips and ass, good gods, they were larger and wider than the litter Amaru was carried on!

And the smell, the aroma, was so thick and heady this near to her! The saucy musk, the pheromone-laden cocktail stench that made Amaru’s head feel heavy and made her knees weak.

And made her own crotch start to itch.

Amaru was a woman who could appreciate both men and women. Not a rare thing, supposedly, among aristocracy, but she had never known who she would be losing her virginity to. Her mother, somehow, seemed to marry everything she liked about both perfectly.

“Daughter be very runty,” Amaru’s sire snapped her out of her deep examination. “But she very pretty. Runta princess give good birth.”

“D-do you mean my mother?” Amaru hazarded a guess.

“Best fuck of life,” Varca crashly said and made Amaru’s servants gasp, “Human women be very good fucking. None regret.”

“Still, lost many good warrior women during Runta war. Had to allow girls to claim womb many times,” she grunted as she gestured at her stomach. Which was, of course, flawlessly muscled, “Giving birth feel good, but I not have daughter of me own.”

“Until now,” she said as she looked down at Amaru, making a shiver go down her spine.

“I came here to renew the alliance between your tribe and our kingdom!” Amaru all of a sudden sputtered. Being in front of her sire like this made her feel like a prey animal, and made it hard to think about anything else but her mission.

Varca blinked then a terrifying smile appeared on her face, “Is that so?”

“M-mother is willing to offer many things and many terms,” Amaru shook her head up and down, “Trade and tribute! Metal and food! Animals and…weapons,”

She was supposed to hold the last as a trump card in the negotiations, as Orcs were already terrifying without finely wrought bronze or iron weapons. Without them, they were able to push their northern neighbor back. With them…they might have been an issue for Runa itself.

But it was still preferable to having to fight their neighbors on their own.

“Not bad, me suppose,” Varca rubbed her slim jaw, “But if such, why did she not come and offer things herself?”

“Because-because I am your daughter,” Amaru did not expect having to explain how they expected to exploit their familial connection, “And, as such, I am here asking like daughter to…”

“To her mother.”

Varca leaned down, getting precariously close to Amaru, as she stared at her face to face. There were a lot of features in Varca’s face that Amaru recognized in the mirrors of her home. She could finally see where she got her lips and ears from. She could finally see who was the other person responsible for her creation.

And she was a little bit ashamed to admit that it was terror.

Verca just looked so strong, so big, so intimidating with those juicy tits of hers, and those diabolocially big hips. Her musk was so all-encompassing that-

“Fine,” Varca shrugged and, once again, snapped Amaru from her thoughts, “Me accept you as daughter. We can have deal.”

“R-really?” Amaru asked with no little amount of disbelief.

“Yes, but we do same deal as last time,” Varca nodded, “This time, daughter stay with me, though.”

Amaru’s eyes almost popped out of her head as she looked at her second mother.

“I’ll…try and convince my queen mother,” the half-orc weakly said. Was this good, or was this bad? Her mother was married now, with other children other than Amaru. And her husband was no unimportant man. Would she be able to go through with it? Amaru didn’t know.

But then, that wouldn’t be Amaru’s failure, now would it?

“No, daughter misunderstands,” Varca shook her head, causing her luscious red threads to whip around her head, “When making deal, dealer offer only things she can give.”

“Your mother not here,” Varca pointed out, “Your mother no offer anything then.”

And that sunk Amaru’s gut.

“But daughter? Daughter here,” Varca pointed at Amaru, “Daughter very pretty. Daughter seal alliance with granddaughters..”

“What?” Amaru couldn’t help but say.

“No deal!” Kusi choose that moment to step between Varca and Amaru, “You cannot just ask the Nustra to be-to be broodmothers!”

“Why not?” Varca blinked, “Queen accepted.”

“That was before, when we had no choice,” Kusi hissed, “But I shall not allow my little Amaru to go through the same! I-”

“Kusi,” Amaru stopped her, putting a hand on her shoulder, “Please stop.”

“Your majesty, you cannot seriously be thinking about the offer!” Kusi chocked.

“It will be fine, Kusi,” Amaru smiled at her guard, “If mother made this sacrifice then so-so can I.”

“Mother,” Amaru swallowed the saliva of her mouth and turned to her sire, ‘I accept.”

There was little chance that Amaru was ever going to get bothered, anyway. Not as green, tusky, pointy-eared and outright inhuman as she was.

Perhaps, this was for the best.

“Who shall I be with?” Amaru asked, looking at all the underlings that her sire had. Just one child, right? She just had to lose her virginity to one of them, bear a child, and all would be well.

“Me!” Varca happily said as she reached down and pulled her loincloth off.

Revealing a foot and a half of green cock and testicles as big as her tits.

The penis in display was a malicious thing, having a shaft as thick as Amaru’s thighs and a cock head shaped like a mushroom. It smelled so virile and fertile at the same time, the scents of its sex and it’s horrific sight making Amaru’s breath hitch.

She was incapable of looking at anything else.

“Absolutely not!” Kusi growled.

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY, KUSI!” Amaru shouted, making her lifelong guard look at her with shock.

“If this is the way it must be…” she pushed herself past her guardian until she was but an inch away from her mother’s dick.

She reached out with a dainty brown-green finger and brushed it against the bubbling glans of her sire.

It was warm and soft!

Amaru giggled at the tingly feeling that it left on the tip of her finger.

“Good girls get bred,” Varca said approvingly as she put one of her fingers below Amaru’s chin.

And then lifted it up so that she could lean down and kiss them.

Amaru’s futa mother tasted like meat. Not an unpleasant taste, by any means, but she was as hungry as her diet indicated. Her tusks pressed against Amaru’s mouth as the half-orcs lips were sucked into the older woman’s, tongues doing a lot to play around the elongated teeth. Varca’s finger reached into the shoulders of Amaru’s petticoat and slowly pushed spread them through her shoulders.

Making the garment fall.

They were still outside where everyone, Varca’s underlings and Amaru’s servants and guard included, could see them.

And she did not care.

Her mind was awash with the feel of her mother’s tongue, the smell of her musk and the strength of her hands. Her mother was scary. Her mother was terrifying.

And that just made her hotter.

“I breed you mother in hut,” Varca said when she broke their kiss, Amaru’s sole garment hanging by her waist, “You want outside?”

Amaru, as lust-drunk as she was, managed to give their audience a look before she decided.

The orcs were happy enough for their chieftain, but her servants and guards were horrified.

“Hut,” Amaru growled as she took her mother by the hand and walked with purpose to the nearest wooden edifice.

“This not Varca hut, but should be fine,” the milfy futa orc said with amusement as Amaru pulled her through the curtains of the edicifce. It was the closest one, “Now, we continue, yes?”

Varca’s eyebrows rose as Amarau circled her arms around her waist and bore down on her, “What is daughter trying to do?”

“Let me take you, you bitch!” Amaru didn’t know what was coming over her. She just felt so hot, and her mother was so fuckable, that she no longer had any patience for any nonsense.

“Ah!” Varca chuckled as she allowed herself to be toppled. Like a great green tree, her ass and back hit the wooden floor and she remained there as Asuma, all but frothing a the corner of her mouth, climbed on top of her.

And, finally, took her petticoat off.

Amaru’s pussy was as pink as anyone else’s, that much not changing from human to orc. Her pubic hair was as reddish black as her hair was and her featureless slit was dripping her arousal into her mother’s stomach.

Varca’s pubic hair, on the other hand, was mostly gray. Unlike the hair that grew on her head, it seemed like the melanin in these follicles weren’t being preserved.

That, to Amaru, just made it more exotic.

Which, how much she NEEDED to fuck, just made it painful!

“Get in here, Mom!” Amaru took her fute mother’s cock and put it against her pussy.

Then she very deliberately FELL on it.

Her pussy lips sucked the maternal cock in, and her birthing canal widen for the mushroom head of her mother. The whole thing was so large that she didn’t even get the whole glans into her pussy before it stopped, but Amaru was NOT going to be foiled at this moment!

“I said, GET IN!” she growled as reached down to grab anything that she could.

She ended up grabbing her mother by her titties.

Sinking her fingers into her breasts, making the flesh go through the gaps in her fingers, the half orc got a good enough grip that she could PULL herself in!

She almost screamed as she made her vagina expand with the orc meat.

“Varca not known girl this eager since Varca herself was daughter’s age!” Varca moaned FELT her hip bones start to shift due to the girth of her mother’s dick.

But she did not care.

At the moment, it didn’t even feel like pain but, rather, like another delicious built up to the release that she so graciously deserved!

“Oh yes, fiiinally!” Amaru moaned as her stomach was indented with the green cock. Her vaginal canal stretched to the point that the half-orc wasn’t sure why it hadn’t burst but she did not care!

No, she could only be thankful that she was hardy enough to enjoy this.

Her mother’s glans reached her uterus just when she was halfway through shaft.

The spongy head mushed against the door to her womb but, well, there was so much cock left.

Cock that Amaru was letting go to waste!

So she clenched her teeth, rose above her mother’s dick, enjoying the delicious scraping that it made as it withdrew from her meat tunnel, only to violently smash herself into it.

She pulled so hard at her mother’s tits that she made them rise up. She pulled herself in so hard that Amaru almost fainted when her mother’s dick hit her cervix.

But she did not care!

If her body wanted her to stop, it should have fainted!

So she did it again.

She rose up, and smashed her poor cervix against her mother’s dick as if it owed her money. As if she were disciplining it for getting in her way! And still, it did not learn its lesson.

So she had to do it again.

Every time she slammed down, waves went through her body and the lightning of pain almost knocked her out. And, once it didn’t, she rose again to do it all over.

Her cervix, stubbornly, held on for a while.

But even her body had its limits.

At some point, as Amaru got into the beat of beating her cervix up, the door to her baby chamber stretched.

Then it broke.

“FUCK YES!” Amaru screeched loud enough for those outside to hear her.

Her pussy sunk into the green matenral penis enough that her ass clapped against her mother’s waist.

And Varca’s cock? It hit the end of Amaru’s uterus, making her spongy head compact under the impact.

But oh, since she had come all this way, why stop?

“Y-you best fuck!” her mother gasped as she gripped the wooden floor hard enough for her nails to dig into the planks, “Daughter best fuck! Half-human blood too horny!”

And there they were.

Her mother’s nipples staring at her, pointing at her eyes through her fingers.

Those breasts were bigger then a sack full of potatoes was, and the baby feeding tube connected to it was large enough that Amaru would have had to open her mouth wide to suck on them.

So she did.

“FUCk!” Varca moaned as Amaru attacked her breasts, sucking those nipples into her mouth and only to chew on them.

Amaru’s teeth broke no skin, and were altogether incapable of causing her mother harm. But in that moment of mad violent lust, it seemed unfair to the half orc that there was so much of her mother to love.

And her, with so little opportunity to love it.

She made her mother’s cock fill her womb.

She made her mother’s nipples her mouth.

She even sucked hard enough on those breasts that she forced milk out of them!

But, oh, the tasty fat laden cream that she devoured wasn’t what Amaru REALLY wanted.

No, that was the product of those huge female testicles.

“Get me pregnant, you stupid bitch,” Amaru grunted into the nipples of her mother, “Do your job! Fulfill the only thing you are good for! MAKE GOOD ON OUR DEAL!”

“CUM!”

And then, as she slammed her hips so hard into her mother’s dick that it made her lose her breath, Amaru felt it.

Her womb being filled with thick, rich incestual seed.

Amaru came.

“Ooooh yesss,” the half orc moaned as felt, FELT, one of her ovum be spelled into the DNA laden futa soup in her womb.

It might all just be in her mind, but the feel of her eggs being fertilized by her futa mother’s seed was just orgasmic.

She shuttered as her stomach swelled until it could have passed for one of her mother’s tits. Futa semen made an inflatable bladder of her uterus and it couldn’t have felt better!

This was sooo gooood!

Sperm started to backwash into the floor of the hut, seeping and sliding through the gaps in the planks. Amaru’s stomach stopped inflating as her mother’s testicles ran out of milk, and the last bursts of semen were shot into her womb.

Nipples still inside her mouth, Amaru collapsed into her mother’s tits as, finally, the enormity of what happened finally hit her.

What-what had she done?

“Sweet, beautiful, fantastic daughter,” Varca cooed as her fingers slid through Amaru’s head. Even how good that felt further caused her horror to swell, “Varca change her mind.”

“W-what do you mean?” Amaru nervously asked.

“One child is many too few,” the futa mother Amaru had never known pulled her up so that she could lovingly hold her, “I give Runa whatever it wants. Forever.”

“In turn, become tribe mother. Become your mother’s wife.”

That meant that Aramu would not be going back.

Even if she had to stay here long enough to give birth to her mother’s daughter, that was still only 9 months. This? This was a lifetime commitment. She wouldn’t egt to see her brothers and sisters again. Nor her friends and acquaintances.

All she had ever known, her people’s stories, songs and dances, she would be leaving behind.

And all for her mother’s fat thick dick.

“Ok,” so of course she accepted.

“That’s not…unreasonable.”