Orc Breeder Quest 2: A new monster in the dungeon
Raivul goes to the dungeon near the forest to slay monsters and lay adventurers to farm more EXP.
To say that Raivul's fellow tribe members were impressed would be an understatement. The moment he arrived with the Noble's seed-filled ass caused an uproar of laughter from most of the members. And it only increased when he told them about his status and Orgrimsgar champion; the main shaman of the tribe was ecstatic when confirming his claims.
Finally, the cherry on top. When the few healers of the tribe examined his new lover, they were overjoyed when they noticed he was carrying his offspring in his belly. Raivul was reveling in the fact his seed was so potent it was capable of even impregnating men, let alone to knock him up with an entire dozen of his children.
Now, returning to the present. A cacophony of voices and screams filled the tent they gathered as Raivul's fellow members of the tribe gathered to talk about what to do next. With his status of champion confirmed, he would have to leave to defeat Eternatus's, Hrothar's and Silvinas's champions, whoever they were.
“He has to learn the arts of magic if he wants to have a chance against the others." Spoke the tribe's main shaman.
“No, he has to learn how to fight!" Spoke many of his fellow tribesmen. “His body might be strong with Orgrimsgar blessings, but he has no experience in combat." They said.
“Ehemm" Spoke Rab. Now Bearing Raivul Personal womb tattoo. It was tradition that every orc in all tribes made his personal womb tattoo for when they brought someone from their huntings. He never thought he would manage to get one so soon, let alone a fellow man.
“If I might have a moment of your time." Rab Spoke calmly, but firmly.
“Speak." Raivul ordered, making the room fall silent, now focusing on the tribe's new broodmare.
“All your options are valid, but I believe my master's best bet is to keep spreading his seed." Rab spoke. Earning murmurs of the fellow orc members.
“Silence you simple broodmare!" A lankier, but still big orc yelled. “You are allowed to be here only because of your status as our champion's new broodmare, don't think for not even a second your words have value here!" Now upon closer inspection Raivul saw that who spoke was Fihgamor, one of the most hard headed and prideful members of the tribe, what's worse, he lacked the the skills to back up his barks.
“Do not speak about my wife, like that." Raivul Threatened as he rose up, his fist clenching and cock hard and throbbing, his gaze dead set of Fihgamor who trembled at Raivul's presence. “I haven't forgotten what you've done to me before, keep talking like that and I'll reduce you to a simple broodmare, Understand?"
“Y-Yes, champion." Fihgamor stuttered before sitting down and lowering his head in defeat.
“Continue, my wife." Orgrimsgar said before smirking at his male wife and Rab returned the smile before resuming.
“As I was saying, the best chance for my husband is to continue to spread his seed. The amount of experience he gets from combat is halved by his status." He commented, earning hushed whispers from the members gathered.
“And where do you suggest he do that?" Asked the tribe's leader his deep tone could be mistaken with disapproval, but Raivul knew better from many years at his service. “The humans will notice a wild Orc having his way and taking the men of their villages."
Rab just chuckled as he played with his mustache. “There is a dungeon nearby." He spoke. “Sometimes there are influxes of monsters that a few adventurers once in a while. The monsters down there should not be something my husband should be afraid off with his stats and the spells I… Taught him. Besides, I know a secret entrance that will let him pass unnoticed by the guild's guards."
Whispers of agreement spreaded among the tribe. Raivul on the other hand, smirked at his new wife. Not even a few minutes as a new member and already was earning his place. Raivul walked towards him and whispered in his ear. “Take these few months to rest and acquaint yourself with the tribe" He said. “For when you are in conditions, I will reward you properly."
Rab blushed as a lascivious smile plastered on his face and a few droplets of milk trailed from his plump chests. “Yes, Husband." He said, earning many cheers and jeers from the tribe.
With nothing else, Raivul headed towards the dungeon in search of his next Male wife.
Dungeon on the outskirts of Besforil city.
“I can't believe I'm here" I thought as I picked my bag from the cart. The city was not so big as Ybverstia, the human kingdom's capital, but it was way bigger than my old village. A sense of nostalgia invaded me the moment I thought about Ormer Village; mother was so against me going to join the adventurer's guild, but the moment I finish my first mission everything will be worth it.
I will never tell her that I got lost in the city when I arrived, I don't want to read her nagging me for not buying a map on my previous stop and considering I don't plan to leave this city so soon, it is not a current priority.
What is the first priority, however, is what is in front of me:
The adventurers guild stood proud with its simple, but robust three stories building. The moment I entered it was as if I entered a different world, adventurers from all paths of life. From the dashing thief, to the wise mage on the corner and the brave swordsman at the missions board.
“Greetings." A soft spoken voice pulled my attention towards the kind smile of the pretty girl attending the counter. Fight the urges to blush Utrien, you are a cool and composed adventurer.
“Greetings." I returned the greeting as I looked at the sign on the desk. Emma, it said.
“Emma." I answered back.
“Come to join the guild, aren't you?" She guessed, is it really so obvious?
“I am." I answered coolly and collected as the professional adventurer in the making I am, hehe ~.
“Over here." She said. “Let's take a look at those stats."
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[Utrien Hillinger, Lv 18]
Age: 20
HP: 230
MP: 105
Strength: 38
Defense: 25
Speed: 40
Intelligence: 23
Wisdom: 15
Charisma: 32
Skills:
Swordsmanship lv 4 (Common)
foraging lv3 (Common)
sneak lv3 (Common)
Shield lv2 (Common)
Abilities
Swift cut lv4 (Common)
Fancy footwork lv3 (Common)
Spells
Wind Blade lv 2 (Common)
Endure lv 2 (Rare)
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Emma smiled pleased the moment she saw my stats. “Well, looks like we have a promising recruit in our ranks." She said as she imprinted my credentials.
“With these stats you can enter up to basement 5 alone and basement 6 if in a party." She said as she handed my credentials. “Quite impressive for a new recruit."
“Heh, I'm sure that once properly supplied I will be able to reach even basement 7. I've read the books about the type of monsters in that place and it's nothing I haven't faced on my way here." I said and Emma was no longer smiling, but frowning. If in annoyance, worry or both, I do not know.
“Fighting in the dungeon is not the same as fighting outside." She said. “You won't have many places to run or retreat, the supplies and food will be scarcer and some of the places are tighter in comparison to the surface's openness."
She handed me a bag with health and mana potions while giving me a pleading look. “Please, take this as a gift from me in hopes you heed my warnings." She said. “I've seen many promising adventurers snuffed before time thanks to their hubris."
I take the bag of potions and give her a reassuring smile. I know what I'm going to face, this is nothing I have not dealt with before, and even then, I am resourceful in my thinking, I'm sure I will figure out a way to escape if things get too hairy.
“Rest assured, Emma." I said. “ I know my limits, if the lower floors prove too difficult, I will just leave."
Emma did not look convinced. Instead she just looked defeated. “At least give me one direction and a person to contact. It's both for the guild's protocols and as a personal favor for me, please."
“Ormer village, Look for Tilana, she is my mother and I'm sure you two would get along if you ever visit." I said smiling before leaving to the general store outside of the guild, wondering what kind of treasure and places await me in the dungeon.
…
“I hope I don't have to visit her for that kind of reason." Emma whispered before walking inside the archives room to store Utrien's information.
[Raivul Orc Breeder Lv50]
HP: 510
MP: 213
Attack: 95
Defense: 109
Speed 57
Intelligence: 45
Wisdom: 53
Charisma: 91
Skills
Mighty seed: lv 3
Breeding speed lv 3
Scouting lv 4
Mercantilism Lv 4
Persuasion: Lv 3
Healing magic lv 4
Brawling lv 4
Cooking lv 2
Sharing is Caring Lv1
Abilities
Thrust lv 4
Punch lv 3
Musky Miasma lv3
Hawkeye Claw
Spells
Zam
Dazzle
squelch
Dedazzle
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“When will someone arrive here?" Raivul thought. “Raivul has been here for one entire day and he has only found small dire wolves, slimes and one giant centipede."
While breeding them was an option, it was not something Raivul was willing to do, he might be willing to spread his mighty seed and Orgrimsgar presence, but there was a line he was not willing to cross: indulging in bestiality.
At least his time here allowed him to train his other skills, the more combat oriented and use his musky miasma in a different way. As if sensing his annoyance, his patron spoke.
“Patient, my child." Orgrimsgar spoke. “There is a prideful adventurer on his way here, just wait a little longer."
“Raivul will, my god." Orgrimsgar spoke before dealing with whatever few monsters remained nearby.
“I have something in mind, my son." Orgrimsgar spoke again. “I will give you something if you prove yourself. I will stop providing aid during your time here and if you succeed, I will have enough power to give you a special boon, both for you and your tribe." Orgrimsgar purred, excited to see his champion succeed and strengthen his brothers.
“Raivul accepts, my god." Raivul answered.
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[Quest: Ravaging the lost sheeps]
Goal: Impregnate 3 adventurers that wander this dungeon alone(0/3)
Time limit: 23:59:59 hours
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*tap, tap tap* Could be heard from the south. Raivul decided to hide in the darkness near the lower floors, waiting for the poor fool who was unlucky enough to find him as far as possible from the exit.
Laughter came from the south, becoming stronger and louder every second. It wasn't until the boy was close to twenty or at his early twenties at most. His raven hair was wild and had scars over his body. A young adventurer or soldier, he would be strong enough to carry his seed without Orgrimsgar's favor.
“I don't know what Emma was so afraid of, this place has been a piece of cake so far." The adventurer said.
“That's because Raivul dealt with most of the monsters on this floor, boy." Raivul said before exiting his cover of shadows.
The young adventurer turned to the entry to the lower floors, surprised to find another adventurer in this unusually deserted floor. The young adventurer was confused about what was an orc doing in the dungeon in the first place, they were mostly nomadic barbarians, hating closed spaces like this dungeon and the few civilized ones lived in big cities like the capital in scarce numbers.
“My apologies, I was not expecting to meet an orc adventurer." The young adventurer said before sheathing his sword and naively approaching the orc. “Greetings, my name is Utrien. You mentioned your name was Raivul, right?"
“Yes." answered Raivul as he closed the distance between them. “Be grateful I dealt with the giant centipede, that thing would have killed you or at least left you with grievous wounds." Raivul said before pointing at the carcass of a massive insect of the size of a horse, earning a gulp from the young adventurer.
Raivul made use of the distraction to see his future wife's fertility.
[Probability of Impregnation: 60%(37 Base + 15 from Youthful vigor + 8 from Well-Fed]
“Thank you for that." Said Utrien. “I'm kinda low on potions right now and I don't want to think what would have happened if I faced one of those."
“Haha~" Raivul released a sonorous laughter as he embraced the poor adventurer as he sealed his fate with him being none the wiser. “Don't worry, little orcling, you are safe with Raivul." He said before releasing a faint stream of Musky Miasma.
The adventurer unknowingly relaxed at his embrace as the miasma entered his nostrils. It started as a pleasant feeling, then it became a little hotter in the room, and then he was panting as he fought to keep the tent being set in his trousers.
Utrien tried to escape from the grasp, but Raivul did not relent. Utrien then tried to unsheathe his sword and push him away with his shield, but Raivul did not budge. He then used appraisal on the monster.
Utrien was trying his hardest to concentrate despise the arousal and pried further on Raivul's class:
[*Orc Breeder*
An orc with the strongest seed in Lascivium, capable even of impregnating Males, no matter the race. Available only to Orgrimsgar's champion]
His discomfort for the embrace turned into terror as he read about the class as he continued to try to escape from Raivul's grasp. Raivul was going to have none of that, of course, so he squeezed tighter, making Utrien gasp in pain, leaving him open for Raivul's giggling tongue as he took the adventurer's mouth, just as his body and just as his womb, eventually.
Utrien felt his strength failing as Raivul deepened the kiss, violating his mouth so thoroughly that he would never be satisfied with anything that wasn't his tongue. After a few minutes, Raivul pulled back his tongue and forced Utrien to kneel. He took the sword and shield out of the way and placed his stiff and veiny cock in front of Utrien's face.
“Don't bother about calling for help." Raivul said. “I heard the adventurers talk about a very powerful monster in the lower floors, talking about bringing him down before it gets too dangerous. There is no one on this floor besides us."
“Now~" Raivul sang as he pushed his cock at the adventurer's lips. “Be a good wife and pleasure your new husband."
Utrien decided to play along, he opened his mouth and was about to suck the monstrous cock in front of him, but decided to punch Raivul's balls at the last second… Only for him to be stopped by a bigger hand; he turned to see his captor and trembled, the orc was aroused by his actions.
“You are a feisty one, aren't you?" Raivul smirked. “You dared to punch your husband's sacred Baby makers, so now, wife deserves a punishment."
Raivul yanked Utrien's hair, making him yelp in pain and Raivul took the chance to plunge his dick inside the adventurer's already abused mouth.
Utrien was having troubles breathing as every inch of his throat was filled with orc's meat, sweat and pre. The worst part? part of him was enjoying it as his dick turned harder on his pants.
Raivul's balls kept churning and slapping against Utrien's mouth, releasing an intoxicating and addictive musk that made thinking rationally difficult for him by the second. Unconsciously, making him move his tongue as if a deep part of his brain was working hard to be a submissive and well-behaved wife for this orc.
Raivul took his cock away from the adventurer's mouth smirking as a thread of spit connected his wife's tongue with the head of his mighty cock. He would have loved to take his sweet time with his new wife, but the adventurers could return at any minute.
With careful attention, he pinned Utrien in a way it did not cause damage, only discomfort after throwing the sword and shield away. His wife was no longer going to need it, of course.
[*Raivul has learned: Skill: Mating Press*
Effects: Suppresses the enemy, making him unable to attack(with the exception of using spells or skills.) and increases the wielder's sexual performance by 10%]
Raivul was pleased at his new skill, happy to put it to use. “Now surrender to your husband and be a good wife." Raivul said before whispering in his ear. “He will give you the pleasure and honor of filling your womb with his seed and your belly with his offspring."
Raivul plunged his cock inside his new wife's cunt, aiming directly at his prostate.
“AHHH!" Screamed Utrien, whether in pain or pleasure, he did not know. He was submitted to Raivul's relentless assault as Raivul's hot and hard cock forced its way through the adventurer's poor ass.
Raivul was enjoying the strife, the more his wife resisted, the tighter he squeezed his shaft. But his grip was weakening, his screams turned into moans by the second.
[Utrien has submitted: Max limit for impregnation reached: 80%]
“That's it, give in to me." Raivul whispered as he licked Utrien's neck. “Now, who do you belong to?" Raivul asked, already knowing the answer.
“Raivul! Mighty champion of Orgrimsgar and the master of sex!" Utrien yelled for anyone nearby to hear.
Raivul smirked with wicked pleasure as he quicked his tempo, the sound of balls slapping against the former adventurer's abused cunt resonated across the floor in an obscene and primal concert.
Soon Raivul shallow breaths turned into grunts, his climax close and ready to make his wife a mother.
“Raivul is coming!" Raivul warned. “Accept Raivul's love, Offer your womb to Raivul."
“It's yours!" Utrien yelled. “Flood my ass with your seed! Ravage my eggs! I don't care! My womb belongs to you, my husband!"
Raivul groaned as he stuffed his new wife with his life-giving seed. His little orclings trailed all the way towards Utrien's Fertile womb, searching for an egg to fertilize.
They found it.
Utrien screamed, cumming so hard with delight as he felt the orclings pushing through his egg's shell, painting his stomach and part of Raivul's chin with his less masculine seed.
[Utrien has been impregnated: Obtained 2276 EXP points]
[Level Up]
[Level Up]
[Raivul Orc Breeder Lv52]
HP: 537 (525 + 12 from sharing is caring)
MP: 228 (223 + 5 from sharing is caring)
Attack: 102 (100 + 2 from sharing is caring)
Defense: 116 (115 + 1 from sharing is caring)
Speed 63 (61 +2 from sharing is caring)
Intelligence: 49 (48 +1 from sharing is caring)
Wisdom: 57 (56 +1 from sharing is caring)
Charisma: 98 (96 + 2 from sharing is caring)
Skills
Mighty seed: lv 3
Breeding speed lv 3
Scouting lv 4
Mercantilism Lv 4
Persuasion: Lv 3
Healing magic lv 4
Brawling lv 5
Cooking lv 2
Sharing is Caring Lv2
Abilities
Thrust lv 4
Punch lv 3
Musky Miasma lv3
Hawkeye Claw
Mating Press
[Fancy footwork(From Sharing is caring)]
Description: When casted grants a buff of 15% Speed for 5 seconds
Spells
Zam
Dazzle
squelch
Dedazzle
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Raivul Loved to see such a young little hole wrecked so thoroughly and would have indulged in it further had he not heard the footsteps coming. He walked towards the secret exit where he found some of his fellow tribe members smirking at their champion's new wife.
“You lucky bastard." Teased Jhogrund, one of Raivul's closest friends and the tribe's main cook. Alongside him were Krosher, Raivul's best friend and Dionisius, a former city orc and Raivul's former lover.
“You've grown out of your bitchy phase, I see." Said Dionisius with his usual sassy shit-eating smirk.
“And it seems you haven't grown out of yours." Raivul countered smirking as well.
“Leave the pillow talk for when we are back at the tribe." Krosher spoke. “They will be eager to welcome their champion after such a successful hunt." He smiled as he saw Jhogrund go ahead with the young adventurer on his shoulder.
“I'm going to stick around for a little longer." Raivul spoke. “If you want to, you can go back, I have to accomplish a mission Orgrimsgar gave me."
“I'll stick around then." Said Krosher. “You'll need help carrying all your wives back to the village.
“I'll go back to the village then." Said Dionisius. “Someone has to keep the more dickheaded orcs from feeling too touchy."
“Tell me if someone feels so stupid, the tribe has not had a broodmare for a long time." I said before going back to the dungeon.
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[Quest: Ravaging the lost sheeps]
Goal: Impregnate 3 adventurers that wander this dungeon alone(1/3)
Time limit: 21:29:22
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