Orc breeder 3: A new purpose.
Wulstor 'celebrates' his 10th year anniversary working at the adventurer's guild as a sweeper. Little did he know that deep beneath the dungeon was someone who would give him a better purpose and pleasure beyond his wildest expectations.
The sound of cheers and cheap beer invaded Wulstor's ears, not ideal if you spent the previous night to celebrate your 10th year working for the guild and are now dealing with the hangover. Regardless, Wulstor was going to work his normal shift at the guild, and so he greeted his fellow co-worker as he usually does.
His fellow dungeon laborers greeted him as he entered the guild, they were all doing chores for the guild such as polishing the adventurer's weapons, some were preparing to deal with the aftermath of the subjugation of the leader of the new horde of the dungeon, the adamantine crab.
A lanky archer robed in leather armor collided with him, the adventurer smiled smugly as he saw him.
“Congratulations for cleaning our mess for 10 years straight, bucky." The adventurer said before returning to a laughing party.
He paid him no mind, he heard worse from the older adventurers. Someone is still yet to come up with something better than: “The limping Legend." Regardless, he left behind the hatchlings of adventurers and walked towards one of the few faces outside his crew he likes to see in the guild.
“Hello, Emma." Wulstor greeted. The clerk at the adventurer's guild reception hall greeted him with a smile once she saw the usual pickaxe and bag.
“Greetings, Wulstor." She smiled while noting on her paperhandler. “The extermination party already dealt with the adamantine crab that infested the lower floors, now it's turn of the sweepers to deal with the aftermath."
She smiled trying to make it seem as if being a sweeper was a profession to be proud of. The truth is, that we only clean the future legends' mess. Sure, it is far more honorable than thieving or assaulting, but it still feels like a pang in the chest.
I remember when I was younger and I was a promising adventurer myself back then; how my party and I dealt with powerful monsters of the 11th basement until we encountered the mad minotaur that ended my career before it soared.
I am glad to still be able to walk, Eternatus knows that I would have fared worse if so, but ever since I was left with a limp that made adventuring impossible for me; it's only thanks to the fact that when a monster boss appears in the dungeon, the rest of the upper floors become calmer, enough for a party of sweepers deal with them alone.
It took a long recovery period and the recommendations of my former party members for me to get this job as a dungeon laborer or 'sweepers' as the adventurers call them, fitting since we clean after the battle is done, earning only crumbs of whatever the adventurers get or limit to maintain the wards of the dungeon.
Emma's face contorted, her joyful smile turned into a concerned and pitying look. I must have been spacing off for quite a while since, and to my chagrin, my feelings seeped, earning a pitying look from the young lass I welcomed to the guild half a decade ago.
For Eternatus's sake, it's been so long?
“You know". Emma spoke. “There's a cupcake that I was saving for later, but you seem to need it more."
How could I refuse such a gift? “Thanks, emma." She managed to erase the frown from my face as she returned to the guild's staff room.
“I should be the ones thanking you." She said as she handed me the bag of cookies she was storing. “Not everyone here has been working as hard or as long as you. Honestly, you are the best dungeon laborer in the guild."
“What can I say?" I left a bitter laugh as I stored the bag in my satchel. “When you've explored those rooms for so long, end up knowing them like the palm of your hand."
“Sorry, Wulstor." Emma quickly apologized. “I did not plan on opening old wounds."
“It's not your fault, Emma." It was mine for being too reckless. “But still thanks for the chat, you are one of the few people of this guild that don't sneer at us, the sweepers."
“Well, that won't do." She stated as she glared at me. “This is your 10th anniversary in the guild, and I refuse to let you be moody on it."
She smiled, once again, this time more resolute. “You know what? Come to my house tonight, I will prepare Roasted sausages with salt-sprinkled potatoes and bread. It's your favorite since I have memory."
She was a treasure among all the people of this guild.
“Thank you, Emma. Send your Brother my regards. Also tell him he owes me 100 pieces of gold from the last time I had to pay his debt for not knowing when to quit at deers and stags." I said as she looked to the ground in defeat, not that surprising since this is the third time I had to step in or let him get a leg-breaking friend.
“He knows, but he will fake it until he manages to make you think he already paid you." She said resuming her work as another adventurer greeted her.
“As if that were going to work." I laughed as I walked toward the dungeon. Who knows, something tells me the day will be very different.
[Raivul Orc Breeder Lv52]
HP: 564
MP: 239
Attack: 107
Defense: 122
Speed 66
Intelligence: 51
Wisdom: 60
Charisma: 103
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
Spells
Zam
Dazzle
squelch
Dedazzle
Raivul punched the kobold and the nasty creature screeched as it died. Honestly, raivul was not interested in mating with animals, with these nasty creatures even less.
The blasted giant rats smelt rancid like spoilt milk mixed with rancid berries.
No matter, they were useful as a sparring partner for him to test his new skills. Fancy footwork proved useful against creatures as fast as them.
“Grrngh!" “argh!" “uff!" Grunts echoing through the dungeon earned my attention as I walked towards the intersection of caves.
I focused on the sound, it came from the caves to the east. The most vocal sounded deep and gruff, most likely an adult man by the sound of it, but there were a few more younger and higher, and a few others not as not as deep as the first. I headed towards the origin of that sound and the cave's seemed to stretch forever until the artificial light of the dungeon's lamps greeted me.
The cave led to a layer that was connected to the lower floor on its left, and on said lower level I saw a group of people trying to mine the body of a crab whose chitin seemed made out of a shiny translucent crystal.
A young man lowered his pickaxe as he swept away the sweat from his forehead, releasing a barely audible curse as he did.
“For Eternatus's sake, this skin is impossible to mine!" The young adventurer complained.
“You think the legs are bad? Try mining his gods' cursed shell!" Another adventurer said.
“Quit complaining you ladies and start mining." Said a gruff old man, apparently the leader of the… dungeon laborers was the term? No matter. Raivul continued to observe out of their sight.
“The sooner you shut up, the sooner we can fulfill today's tab." Said the bearded overseer as he mined another piece of ore.
Then the sound of one of the dungeon's alarms resounded across the room. One of the laborers cheered “For Eternatus, the shift is over!"
Raivul made sure to remember that laborer. Such lazybones have no place in his bed. Honestly, how is it that the orcs were pushed back by people like these?
“By number superiority and good commanders." Said Orgrimsgar in his head.
It stings to remember that fact, but thanks Orgrimsgar for giving him the power to solve that.
“Where do you think you are going?" asked the overseer frustrated as he continued mining the beast. “We haven't reached our tab yet."
“But, Wulstor." The lazy laborer whined. “Today my father comes from prozeldorm, I have to be at home now."
“Then you should have mined the crab instead of complaining the whole shift." The overseer retorted as the ringing of metal smashing against cristal spreaded through the cave.
“But it's not fair!" yelled the lazybones. “It was supposed to be my day off!"
“Life's not fair." The overseer stated as he pointed his leg as he limped as he walked towards the younger laborer. The others looked away and stayed far away not to get involved in their shouting.
However, it was enough to shut down the younger laborer who just looked away in shame.
The older overseer sighed exhausted at the whole situation. I wonder if now I am champion, will I have to deal with something like this?
“You will, better to know it now"
Raivul frowned at his god's words, but could do nothing but prepare for the future.
“You all can go." The overseer answered, surprising the all the laborers, not just lazybones here.
“You sure, Wulstor? Said another man of the overseer, Wulstor, age.
“There is not much to do left." Wulstor said. “Just tell Emma I will arrive late."
Lazybones cheered at the response “I'll go myself, thanks Wulstor." The boy said before he took his equipment and left.
“We will tell the guildmaster that you will work overtime, I'm sure you'll get a better share of the loot as well as a pint on my tab." Said the older laborer.
“Thank you, Qeto." Said Wulstor before getting back to work. The other laborers bid their farewells at Wulstor and left. Leaving Wulstor completely alone with the crab.
His tolerance for unruly subordinates,and winning their loyalty as well; his compassion for the others' plights; his leadership skills to lead and manage tasks. All of them qualities of a good wife.
[Wulstor Villager Lv36]
HP: 352
MP: 108
Attack: 70
Defense: 60
Speed 14( 70% Reduced by limping debuff)
Intelligence: 31
Wisdom: 44
Charisma: 47
Skills
Mining Lv 5 (Common)
Foraging Lv5 (Common)
Skinning lv4 (Common)
Persuasion Lv 4(Common)
Cooking Lv 2 (Common)
Spearmanship Lv 4(Common)
Brawling Lv1 (Common)
Leadership Lv 3(Very rare)
Crippling Misdirection lv 5 (Common)
Intimidation lv 2 (Common)
Abilities
Javelin throw Lv3 (Common)
Punch lv 1 (Common)
Piercing strike Lv 4 (rare)
crescent slash lv 3 (common)
Jump'n pierce lv 3 (common)
Spells
Ice lance Lv 3 (Rare)
Fertility Rate: 28
Raivul took the opportunity to examine his future wife's stats. He was quite impressed, his stats and level were the ones of a promising adventurer he had the misfortune to meet in the past, but his wound left him unfit for battle, a pity, but if battle is out of his reach, Raivul is more than happy to give him a more fulfilling purpose than cleaning the adventurer's mess.
Raivul observed his future wife work. The clanking sound of the pickaxe smashing against the crab's adamantine chitin repeated for quite some time. Perhaps it could be a good chance to try something new. Raivul casted his musky miasma, a weaker version of it, intended to dilute itself with the air of the dungeon, only time will tell how it will work. A few minutes passed as Raivul let the miasma settle in before he made his presence known.
“You are going to be here for a while, you know that, right?" Raivul asked, stepping out of his hideout.
Wulstor turned around, looking at the orc atop the upper layer of stone. He grunted, smiling for himself as he saw his presence.
“Long time I don't see an orc adventurer." Wulstor said. “You smell nice, did you pass through the 4th floor? With the screaming wisterias?"
“Nah" I smirked. “It's just my natural musk."
“Ha! As if!" Raivul's future wife laughed as he resumed mining.
“I am Raivul, do you need help, by the way?" Raivul asked. “You might end faster with my help."
“Wulstor, and please do." said Wulstor. “I have a friend waiting for me, I don't want to make her wait."
Raivul took a pickaxe and started mining the shell's chitin. The ringing sound of the crystal resumed as the two men worked together.
“So." Wulstor began. “How long have you been adventuring?" He asked.
“I just joined." Technically not a lie I joined just a few hours ago.
“I suppose you have experience fighting." He said, if only he knew.
“The dungeon is not a kind place." He began. “Monsters can appear at random when a horde gathers. Luckily, it mostly happens in the lower floors. And even then, mobsters are usually more active during night hours."
“Well, all for the spoils and glory, Isn't it?" Raivul asked. It was certainly appealing the idea of earning spoils and glory after a long-fought battle. However, right now what he wants the most is the resurgence of his race, the spoils and materials of the monster would be more like a means to an end. Still, some lovers seem more willing to accept proposals if they are offered something pretty. Mmm, just food for thought.
“Damn right!" Wulstor Laughed as he broke a big chunk of the crab's chitin. He put it on a satchel.
“Haha!" Wulstor laughed as he put down his pickaxe. Raivul followed in tow, smirking and enjoying his future wife's joyful laughter.
“It's done, our daily quota is done." He said with glee. “Hey, I have a few pieces of Jerky in my satchel, emergency rations, but I am willing to share it if you wish to speak for a while."
“Orgrimsgar's balls, Yes!" Raivul matched Wulstor's previous laughter. “It's been some time since Raivul tasted Jerky." Raivul's people might be good at many things, mostly sex and body painting, but cooking was not one of those. It's only thanks to some former city orcs and their wives that they have edible food.
Wulstor tossed him the jerky as they sat down, Raivul noticed Wulstor's cheeks turning a faint shade of pink and a quick peek to his cock was enough to notice the faint twitch. The moment to grope his chest until it was swollen and put his hands on his pants was close.
Wulstor passed the jerky and Raivulasted no time in biting, an action Wulstor thought of as well.
“Long time since Raivul ate jerky like this." Raivul sabored the meat's salty and glazed meat.
“It's just jerky." Wulstor laughed. At Raivul's expense.
“Orcs' cooking is insipid." Seasoning can only do much, only the humans and elves can afford spices like salt, pepper and what else; and rosemary is not enough to compete with whatever herbs made this jerky so tasty.
“Ahh, the burden of being a jerky artist. Still, Thank your god your cook makes edible food. A few months ago There was an incident in the guild where an adventurer applied magic on his food to make it tastier somehow. Big mistake. The food came to life and started to scream." Wulstor said, fighting to hold his laughter at the comically disturbing tale.
“I saw that." Orgrimsgar said. “The creation was so unsettling that my fellow gods asked me if I had something to do with it. Quite rude, aren't they?"
Yes, Very rude indeed.
“Ohh but the best part is that I followed along and granted the creation masochist tendencies while they weren't looking." Though I could not see him, I could notice the shift in his voice, promising a nasty ending and smirked with him.
“While no one was looking, I gave the creation masochist tendencies. KIAHAHAHA!!! you should have seen the faces of my fellow gods, they were so green and disturbed I swear if they could, they would kill it themselves. And ohh the poor adventurers, one of them threw up and the mage responsible was banned from the contest to never participate again." Orgrismgar finished the tale.
Yep, Jhogren's food is way more preferable than whatever abomination that was.
The rest of the time passed in peaceful silence. Wulstor closed his legs, doing whatever he could to cover the tent in his pants. Too late for that, and tried to blame the blush in his cheeks to a fever.
“Say, may I ask you something?" Raivul asked. Wulstor just shrugged, not actually minding what he wanted to ask.
“What caused your limping?" Raivul finally asked. “You don't seem the reckless or stubborn type, so. What happened?"
Wulstor looked elsewhere, his erection, diminishing slightly, but the blush in his cheeks remained. Regardless, a few minutes passed before he released an exhausted breath, one that spoke about a lifetime of disappointment and frustration without saying a word.
“I was a promising adventurer once." He began his tale. “My party and I explored this very same dungeon, we descended to the 11th basement to deal with a mad minotaur."
“My party and I were on our way to become B-rank adventurers, the rank when you are noticed by the nobles and mercenary companies." He looked at his leg and I took the opportunity to get closer.
“A horde appeared in this dungeon and my party and I volunteered. We managed to defeat it, the boss was on the ground groaning in pain, but he rose one last time trying to smash some poor unlucky adventurer." He cucked bitterly as he rubs his leg. Then, he pulls an insignia with a shining gray falcon, he seemed lost in thought when he looked at it.
“That unlucky adventurer was me." He said. “It was only my companion rovanna's quick reaction that with an arrow she could redirect the minotaur's attack to my leg instead of my stomach, I would be dead by now otherwise."
Wulstor kept his gaze down, looking at the symbol of his former party in his hand, seeming lost in the past and seemingly remembering some of his previous adventures.
The gut-wrenching sensation of guilt invaded Raivul. It was not his intention to open old wounds. Still, he should have expected it.
The old adventurer's body spoke of a life of action and adventure, now reduced only to a mere sweeper and the constant target of the mock of the adventurers.
He deserved better than this, and Raivul will give it to him.
“Hey." Raivul Smiled, increasing slightly the amount of pheromones produced. “Do you like being a sweeper?"
Wulstor seemed to consider it carefully. “Did he like being a sweeper?" He thought.
While it felt great to explore the dungeon and occasionally fend off the straggler monster that scurries between the adventurers' watch to remember his adventurer days, it did not outweighed the mocking of fully-fledged adventurers, the meager pays in both resources and gold, and the volatile shifts. Hell, they are making him work on his 10th year anniversary that was supposed to be a day off; he did not want to say it in front of the workers not to stoke the flames, but he agreed with Nyr, we have lives too.
“I don't." Wulstor answered. “Golems are treated better than us, and though slim, there is a chance for us to die when we enter here." He said as he finished his jerky.
“What about joining Raivul's tribe?" Raivul finally asked, he got closer and smiled in satisfaction as he noticed Wulstor's erection slowly returning. “Raivul's people could use all the new members it can get."
Wulstor seemed to ponder it for a while, seemingly intrigued, but not yet convinced.
“Strange, I thought you were a city orc, not that matters, but what would I do in your tribe?" He asked. “I doubt your tribe needs a jerky maker so badly."
“Well, we don't need a Jerky maker, but I need a baby maker." Raivul said.
“Pffhahaha!" Wulstor Laughed as he rubbed his crotch against Raivul's leg. “Ok, I want to be bred by the mighty orc."
*Wulstor has (unknowingly) Submitted chance of impregnation doubles 37( 28 base + 5 well fed + 4 healthy routine) -> 74%*
don't need a jerky maker, but Raivul needs A baby maker." Raivul finally proposed, earning a hearty laughter from Wulstor.
“I will fuck you until you are pregnant." Raivul thought. He approached slowly and kissed his new wife tenderly,quite the contrast for such a burly orc he laughed at himself. Wulstor reciprocated the kiss and started to rub Raivul's manhood above his loincloth.
The pleasant tingle coursing from the tip of his penis to the very base sent the signal to his balls to start producing the life-giving seed. His own cock started to come to life at a painfully slow pace.
Raivul wanted to take his time with this new wife despite the time limit. Deepening his kiss, Raivul could hear drowned moanings coming from Wulstor's mouth; his tusks fulfilling the purpose they were made for.
Few people know this fact, but orcs' tusks are not meant to tear our foes, but rather to press a nerve in our victim's mouth, leaving them sensitive to our kisses. Wulstor found it out the good way ~
Still, Wulstor does not stay behind, he pushes Raivul to the ground and returns the kiss with passion. A very welcomed surprise indeed. Raivul rewards his wife by grabbing his ass.
“Fuck, that's good." Wulstor cursed under his breath as Raivul began massaging his ass. Wulstor resumed what he was doing and kept frotting Raivul's groin until it was fully erect, now gripping that big fat sausage firmly as he jerked it off.
“Hrmm…" Raivul grunted as his wife jerked him. Praised be Orgrimsgar for sending him such an experienced wife.
“You're welcome~"
“And you said we would not need a Jerky master. You really know how to jerk." Raivul purred as Wulstor speeded up his pace, now fondling Raivul's sacred baby makers.
“I don't mind offering my Jerking skills, if what you offer is better than my current trade, of course. Any idea of what I could do?" Wulstor asked between kisses.
Raivul played along, closing their lips as they looked to devour each others' mouths. Yet, while the foreplay was pleasant, he was getting tired of little games, he wanted to jump to the action.
And so he inserted a finger.
“Urk!" One big, bat finger that made Wulstor mewl uncomfortably, but not for long.
“I need someone who can whip my tribesmen into shape." Raivul said as he kept plunging his finger into that hungry hole, that squelched and twitched as he kept entering. “They could use an overseer who knows how to deal with unruly members and do so in a way that they don't rebel."
“Overseer, ehhh?" Wulstor mused as he pulled his mouth away from Raivul's mouth and placed it on his chest.
To bite one of Raivul's nipples.
“Mmm… Fuck!" Raivul groaned as he inserted a second finger on Wulstor's womb.
“ohh, Eternatus, your fingers are huge." Wulstor moaned as he bit the other nipple.
“Just wait until I plunge my cock, it's at least twice as big." Raivul answered as he scissored his lover's ass as he continued kissing.
The hymn of groping and quelching resounded through the cave, away from the adventurer's eyes and ears, not that it would stop if they saw them, but it gave a sensation of intimacy, very unexpected for an orc.
In fact, Wulstor could not shake off the feeling this orc was not like the others he met; there is an aura on him that makes him… sensual, unique. There is also his prowess in bed, Wulstor is not a virgin, but this orc is better than all the lovers he had in the past.
There was a time when he slept with a mage that knew how to leave the body sensitive using a spell, and yet Raivul's fingers were even better. There was also his delicious aroma, and while his former adventurer senses told him to run, he could only focus on the delicious specimen of an orc in front of him and the hearty sausage in front of him.
“Turn around" Raivul said and so Wulstor did. He placed his ass in front of Raivul's face while his own was now in front of that veiny, thicc and hot sausage; twitching and tempting him to taste it.
“Don't be shy." Raivul said, smirking playfully as he put his nose on his ass and breathed deeply. “This is where you show me you are up for the job." Raivul teased as he admired his ass.
“Well then, let me show you that my blowing skills are on par." Wulstor said as he enveloped Raivul's giant sausage with his tongue. He was scared Raivul disliked the sensation his beard gave, but to his surprise, he seemed to be enjoying it.
“Fuck, I will reward you with the honor of carrying my offspring, but I suppose this should be enough for the moment." Raivul said as he slurped Wulstor's ass. He made sure to dive deep so his tusk could poke Wulstor's ass, adding an edge to the movement of his tongue.
“Ohh, Eternatus!" Wulstor screamed with delight as Raivul's tongue sank into such a juicy ass.
“No." Raivul said. “Praise Orgrimsgar, he is the one who guided you to me." Raivul said as he continued doing his magic.
“Praised be Orgrimsgar for this mighty piece of orc." Wulstor said as he resumed to do his job.
“Careful, this is making me hard." Orgrimsgar warned playfully.
“You won't join?" Raivul thought.
“Nah." Raivul said dismissively “I would show my hand before time. Keep having fun without me, still. I am content with just watching."
“Then see this spectacle worthy of your presence, my god." Raivul thought as he started milking poor Wulstor.
Raivul hands were bigger than Wulstor's own cock, so he had to be careful not to harm him. However, between milking Raivul's cock, his ass being poked, invaded and devoured and Raivul milking him were enough to make him shoot his load as if he was a prepubescent lad.
“Orgrimsgar… you are… a champion… in this." Wulstor said between kisses as he deposited his lips on that hot rod of pleasure.
“I am indeed a champion." Raivul said. “Why don't you check me up?" Raivul offered.
Wulstor was winded, but still had enough energy to give a quick appraisal. His skills were of a B- adventurer, but his skills were weird. Most of them had the mention of a skill called “Sharing is caring." It said it was a skill unique from the class…
[Orc Breeder]
Raivul smirked at his future wife's surprise. He caught Wulstor behind his back and suppressed his arms so he could not use them and smirked with glee as he rubbed his cock between his new wife's pink little hole.
“Last chance to flee." Raivul whispered in Wulstor's ear. “When I put my cock in you, I won't stop until I cum inside you." Raivul said as he bit Wulstor's ear, earning a moan from him.
“You won't be just my new overseer, but my new wife as well." Raivul said as he milked Wulstor's cock again, he noticed that sheepish grin in his face as he struggled to contain his pleasure moans. “Whose new purpose will be to birth me a new army along with my other wives."
“But rest assured, you won't have to worry about money, food or a roof over your head." Raivul whispered in Wulstor's ears. “I swear to you, my wife."
“What are you waiting for then?" Wulstor smirked as he rubbed his ass against Raivul's cock trying to fuck himself with Raivul's cock. “That baby is not going to make itself."
“Let's fill that empty belly then." Raivul Smiled as he plunged his cock deep into Wulstor's ass.
“AHH! WAH!" Wulstor Screamed with pleasure as Raivul's cock sheeted into his ass. The sound of Raivul's giant balls slapping against his own made a salacious melody resound across the cave, moving at the obscene tempo of Raivul's thrusts.
The sensation was supposed to be painful, but there wasn't even an inch, it was as if Orgrimsgar himself was telling him he made the right choice at submitting to his champion and offering his new womb to be filled with the orc's superior seed.
“You are milking me well, my wife." Raivul purred as he gripped Wulstor's hips firmly. “We can repeat this with my other wives back home once it's safe."
“I would love that, husband." Wulstor, played with his own dick as Raivul speeded up the tempo of his thrusts, the prowess of his new husband made him scream with pleasure, whoever arrived be damned, he was not going to stop, not even if the guild master decided to appear.
Raivul stopped gripping Wulstor's ass, now placing all his attention in a different price.
“MMM!" Wulstor moaned as Raivul groped his chest.
“You have a very big chest, you know?" Raivul purred as he massaged Wultor's pecs, occasionally pushing one of his nipples.
“Push-ups did the trick, kept me in shape." Wulstor said between moans.
“Once I cum in you, my seed will make you produce milk, all stored in those plump and firm tits for my offspring, and myself, to drink from, my love." Raivul said as he kissed him on the neck. Orgrimsgar be praised, he knew he is never going to regret this choice.
“I don't mind." Wulstor Replied smirking. “So long as you give me some of yours."
Raivul could not be more pleased, his new wife was taking his new lifestyle well, his dick pulsating, announcing the moment to release his seed was close. Wulstor felt it too, just as his own orgasm as well.
“I'm cumming, my wife!" Raivul Yelled as he thrusted right at Wulstor's prostate.
“Breed me! Fill me with your seed, Please!" Wulstor Begged as his own cock twitched, begging to release his seed on the ground.
“GRAAAHH!" “UMMM!" Raivul and Wulstor Moaned as they came together, Raivul held Wulstor's arms behind him and pulled him closer to sink his cock deeper into his wife's womb to ensure his seed took root.
And it did.
“mmmmm!" Wulstor moaned as Raivul's potent sperm pierced his egg. The
The indescribable pleasure that followed was enough to make him cum as well.
[Wulstor has been impregnated, Experience reduced by Crippled experience modifier.]
[Experience earned: 563 EXP points]
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[Raivul Orc Breeder Lv52]
HP: 585 (564 + 21 from sharing is caring)
MP: 245 (239 + 6 from sharing is caring)
Attack: 111 (107 +4 from sharing is caring)
Defense: 126 (122 +4 from sharing is caring)
Speed 67 (66 +1 from sharing is caring)
Intelligence: 53 (51 +2 from sharing is caring)
Wisdom: 63 (60 +3 from sharing is caring)
Charisma: 106 (103 +3 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
[Javelin throw Lv3 (From Sharing is caring)
Description: The ability of throwing Javelins, halberds and pikes at a distance]
Spells
Zam
Dazzle
squelch
Dedazzle
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The urge of pleasure slowly receded, giving way to a more comfortable and warm feeling. Wulstor felt something inside his belly, or rather someone. The notion of being the new wife of a god's champion filled him with pride and safety; he was going to be treated well among his new people.
He was no longer sad for his past days of adventuring, nor his miserable days as a sweeper. He was now one of Orgrimsgar champion's wives. All he had to do was open his legs and accept his husband's seed, all to give birth to a new army that would give his husband the whole continent.
He was still sad about saying goodbye to Emma and her family, but he had a new duty now. Wulstor removed himself from his husband's comfortable cock, only to kneel and start cleaning his warm and deliciously fresh milk.
And that was to attend his new husband's unending lust.
[Quest: Ravaging the lost sheeps]
Goal: Impregnate 3 adventurers that wander this dungeon alone(2/3)
Time limit: 15:17:47