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The three mandrakes moved through the thick, tropical forest like black oil running through veins. The leader, Helledaerk, with his thick white cloud of hair, high black pointed ears, giant blade and baggy pants seemed to slide through the shadows. A wind blows, moving a branch and a shadow. He seems to "drown" down into the moving shadow, and then reappears high up in a branch. His clawed toes clench the branch, which is more like a gigantic tomato plant than a tree. He is unseen, until a streak of light slides up his body. His black skin shifts like that of a cuttlefish, trying to make him so well camouflaged as to become invisible. His greenish-black lips open to show piranha-like teeth as his literally-black eyes scan the forest.

A raspy voice speaks to him. A voice that sounds weak, sore and torn up. He's used to silence. He hates how these younger, more technologically-updated mandrakes speak. Let alone all the metal parts, leather armor, bald heads and white skin. He feels they should have skin that melds to the surroundings, like his, and his old peers.

"Sooo tired of you kids..." his lips read without a single sound. They can read lips. At LEAST, they can do THAT right.

Above him, standing on a branch like a ninja with folded arms, is a fellow with pale white skin. So white that it's almost clear. His pointed ears raise high and swivel like those of a cat listening for mice. His eyes are shut, and he is wearing armor one would expect to see in the movie Hellraiser.

"Father, shouldn't the slaves do this?"

Yes. _"Father."_The Dark Eldar are known for their sadism, cruelty, ruthlessness and a life that would drive a human being completely insane within a week or less. Some are conceived via rape, bondage, or unhappy situations. Sometimes the one being tied down and plundered is male, and knowing his children will be born to wicked murderous mothers who will raise them in a twisted life adds to the delicious agony of getting knocked up.

Helledaerk made a foolish mistake. Most mandrakes fail at least a few jobs they take. But, they are wise enough to be very unfoolish with who they work for and the contract terms. He failed at eliminating a target for a very secretive and moralless clique of scientists. By underestimating them, he found himself made a target of their experiment. Long story made short: the mandrake found himself turned into a experimental lab before being thrown to a group of mutant hermaphrodite elf women dropped off on a uninhabited island on some backwater planet. And he found every time they ejaculated inside him, be found his belly swelling heavy with child. More than once, the assassin found himself on his back screaming in labor while giving birth out his anus. They used him to breed more of their mutant kin. And out of the 10 children he birthed, 6 were males. Males that could be impregnated the same way. But Helledeark found a way out of that sissy-male hell. By using two of his own sons as tools for success, he managed to slink onto a Rak Golship. He does not think about the futa-pregnation plantation, nor wishes to. He cares nothing for his sons being impregnated by their own mothers and cousins to create more futaeldar. And the reverse-futa: a mutant hermaphrodite male with a deep pussy and tiny cock, the atuf. Nor the couple sons who seem normal, but get pregnant like he did.

He just...doesn't think about it. Not anymore.

"Father?" rasps another voice from behind him, oozing from his shadow as if it's a door.

"wheh..." he whispers a sound that seamlessly blends in with a wind blow. His sons blink hard, their black eyes bulging. For him to even make a sound with his mouth is his equivalent of screaming at them.

"Shouldn't the sla-"

"Do you send your valuable livestock, who are worth money, to go check out a unknown place?" his lips read without a sound. And they barely move at all. He feels his son shake his head "no." "Good. That's because if something happens to your slave, then you've lost money."

"Hmm..." his son thinks before silently dropping down from the 10 foot tall tree and landing silently on the ground. Only to suddenly fly forward, face first, black eyes bulged out, and to skid along the grass and dirt. His head swims and throbs in the back before he sees a heavy piece of stone laying next to him. And shaped like a high heel shoe.

"Fuck is this?" he groans before another stone shoe clocks him in the head and sends him out sleep.

"HIT DAT BISH!!!" screams a squeaky, mousey voice from the bush. This was followed by a much deeper train of screams going "BITCH!! BISH!!! YOU BITCH!! BITCH!!"

Helledaerk's dark eyes glistened under his confused white eyebrows. _((I thought they screamed "war" like "waaaawwgghh"?))_he thinks, recognizing the raspy voices. One sounds like a shrieking little ghetto mouse, and the other sounds like a chain-smoking trailer trash. Well, with the British accent anyway. That is, if he even knew what "British" was.

His other son disappears from the branch above his head, seeming to almost "teleport" around the tree trunk. Yet, Helledaerk is unimpressed and thinks ((Too slow. Too sloppy.))

The unseen mandrake, looking like a vampire from 30 Days Of Night, prepares his blades to strike. But the first thing he catches is a heavy purse to the face. Out of nowhere, it swings like a whirling windmilling leather bag of heavy stones, clocking him painfully and sending his shadowy camouflage to turn off. He grabs his head, letting loose a "Damn, bish..." before he sees a huge green woman bursting out the bushes, windmilling at him like white trash at a Nascar tailgate party.

He's used to fighting, but this? This isn't even...there is no pause, or swing, or motion. It's just...just hands. Hands everywhere, all over the place. There's no sense of stop-and-move of battle, no pattern or momentum of motion, no "dance" of combat. Hell, even horrified grots have some sort of slap back. This...this is just...just...a ball of hands flying forward like a chaotic tornado of ignorance.

As he catches smack after smack, he gets all clawed and scratched up before catching one loud, thunder-clapping open palm across the face. He slides along the ground with a "Damn!"

He needs some milk.

He looks up to see something he's never seen before. A hefty, thick bottomed, bulky-legged woman. With a body shapethat would make a 180 pound twerk goddess proud. Wild white hair made her look like a glam rock chick from 1980's Britain. Long petite fangs stuck out her lip and down her chin. Striped red eyes glistened in her eyes under angry white-and-blue eyebrows. Her body brims with a orky energy of rage. But not the energy of the waaagh! Something worse: the energy of the Black Friday shoe sale.

"Ork?!" he frowns, whirling back up to his feet in a mix of a jump, breakdance spin, and a ice skater's pirouet. With a sadistic smile, and a long tongue hanging out of his fanged mouth, he rears his hand back with it's painful-looking fist blade and long blades running along the outsides of his forearms. He rushes forward with the grace of a ballerina making a graceful and silent leap to jump past someone while only being inches from them. His blade cleanly plunges into her chest, the tip carving into something hard. Bone. He spins around after passing her, waiting to see the blood spray from her chest.

She turns around, furious. Her green leaf bra flops open, letting a stabbed-up rock fall out of one of her cups, letting a big, green titty flop out. Slowly, the other cup flops off, letting a sliced-in-half rock fall out. She gasps, crossing her arms over her chest. She then looks down, and with a boiling fury, she looks back up.

"Shit."

"YOU CAYNT HIT NO WOMUN!" she bellows, now rushing forward. Titty's coming at maximum breast-locity.

A cold fluid flies out of nowhere and catches him in the face, stinging his eyes and making him scream: "GAH! BITCHES!!"

He just caught a expensive, sugary, caffeinated brew to the face. Behind him, a grotette leaps on his back, holding one of his ears with one hand while laying down limp-wristed slaps across his bald head with the other.

"YOU CAYNT PUT YUH HANDZ ONNA WOMMUN!!" screams the orkette, before he catches a kick to the crotch. He drops and falls on his back, the goblin still slapping him in the face, before the big green girl sits on his chest and windmill slaps him unconscious.

"THE HELL?!" Helledaerk mutters in shock.

He sits and watches the two berate, argue, fuss and yell at the unconscious elf for about a solid 3 minutes. They don't...ever...seem to slow down. Between constant yells of "ARE YAH LISSUNIN'?! YAH NEVAH LISSUN!!!" and hot angry tears, he notices something. They both seem to have swelled a little bit. Not noticeable to a human, but he could tell just by thinking they were "telling the elf off", and the longer they argued, the more they seemed to get a bit bigger. Stronger.

((Don't orks grow from fighting and adrenaline?)) he wondered. ((Are these orks growing stronger and bigger from arguing and fussing? Not combat, but just...cliquey bickering and arguing?))

"Oooohhh!" squeals the grot, yanking off the elf's shoes and shoving her feet in them. She then rushed over and grabbed another pair off the other elf. She seemed to...swell a bit bigger.

((She's growing bigger and stronger...from collecting SHOES?!))

Helledaerk was truly confused. But he had a job to do. He dropped down to the ground, unseen. Unheard. He slunk up easily behind the orkette, who was now stood up and was busy fiddling in the massive, paint-splattered sewn-together piece-of-shit excuse for a purse.

He raised his blade, prepared to take her head off like he's taken the heads of many an ork before.

His senses explode in confusion as he feels like he's just been slapped in the face by someone swinging a blanket like a baseball bat. Then, before he can open his eyes, he feels like he's been clocked by bag full of heavy stones. Hard.

He flies backwards, not realizing he made the mistake of getting too close when she spun around. She was smiling down at him with a fanged grin.

"H-how?!" he hissed, not knowing how she had the intuition to predict his position.

"Never doubt a chick'z in-too-engine." she smiles, tabbing her temple with a claw that looks more like a rose thorn.

"In-too-Ish-SHUN!" corrects Thot, seeming to expertly tie up the eldar while stripping them. The huge, swollen bumps on their head also receive a girly-gobbette kiss of affection. A nice, gentle SmWooooochh!

"Ain't nobody shunnin' nuh-body?" Klitflick says back, confused.

"Stupid hag." the mandrake sneers, seeming to almost melt into the shade and reappear in her own shadow. He excepts a back kick, or swing, something. Anything. Except a expert squat and twerk backwards by a body that can squat 2,000 pounds. If not more. The huge ass thunder clapped him backwards, knocking him off balance. And actually...kind of...damn it....turning him on.

Damn , she got a big ass.

Black elfs like a big assed green girl....I'm sorry, ....I'll stop.

Before he could move again, she was already on top of him. Straddling him like a cowgirl. He wore nothing but his flappy hide pants, already with holes in them. And was topless with the biggest, curvy-girl tits ever. Perfect breasts. Her big, plump and strong thighs straddled him down to the ground, her huge ass teasingly straddling his groin. Her skirt of plants did a poor job of hiding her pantyless crotch. With the puffy green pussy that was simply pouring heat into his groin. She leaned down on top of him, her girly ork hands on his chest to pin him down. Her nose reminded him of a grot's nose, though not as absurdly big on her face. But definitely too big to look "normal". Like the original wicked witch of the west, but with Meg Mucklebones' ears. And vampire fangs. And wild glam rock hair the white and blue colors of mold fur on moldy fruit. And the biggest damn perfect green titties ever. Her waist was thick and pudgy, with a slight hourglass curve to it between her big upper body and massive lower body. He reacted instinctively from his years of killing, grabbing both sides of her thick, hot, pudgy yet muscular midsection. When his black, clawed hands felt her body...he couldn't help letting his thoughts slip.

"Ohh...damn..."

She was angry. But felt an odd sensation. Something hard and tube-like rose up against her naked, puffy vagina. She felt his chest and looked down at him. She saw his black cheeks blushed a big green as his eyes graced her body. Like a man lost in shock at the beauty. She felt a mix of being flustered, feeling excited, and a surge of adrenaline in her heart. She's never felt like this before. And it made her entire groin turn up the heat like a fire factory. Her chest, neck and cheeks blushed a bright reddish green. She looked into his black eyes, like staring into a shark's eyes. He stared deep into her eyes, like staring into the striped red eyes of a beauty. Their adrenaline was still running, but the urge to fight and kill began to run into the urge to FUCK. Not make love, not have sex, but power-fuck. Breed.

His hands wandered up her waist and breasts. She looked confused, because she was. She didn't understand why she was breathing faster and harder. His clawed black hands, muscular and veiny, a man's hands, grabbed her breasts and slid along her waist. Nipple in his powerful, hot palms. Rough palms, hard palms, hot. Signs of a guy who's rugged, tough and capable. She breathed deep and faster, running her hands along his chest and up his collarbone, feeling the muscles. The white chest hair forming a "happy-trail" line between his pecs. His thick, pale lips opened in a gasp. Her plump blue lips open in a gasp.

Zog it.

She bends down fast, pressing her lips against his. He sits up, pushing her back as he kisses her harder. She rolls her tongue along his sharp, piranha-like teeth as she feels his explore her fangs and tusks. They gasp in each other's mouths. Her hands grab his shoulders and his grab her ass cheeks hard. Gentle, yet powerful. They squeeze, teasing her and kneading them, making her drip wet and hot like a faucet.

She rips a hole in his pants, letting the throbbing dark eldar pop up between her thighs and rest against where a bellybutton should be. He rips her skirt off, making her now completely nude. They kiss hard again, acting on raw, hot, adrenaline-fueled lust. So much tension, so much adrenaline, so much pent up agitation, now breaking through the dam of tension and flooding the lake of "Fuck Me."

"Puny eldar..." she giggles with a mix of lust.

"Sexy ass bitch." he gasps back, not sure if he's insulting her or just rattling off what's in his mind.

The orkess was now mounting the one who would've killed her, and she would've tore him limb-from-limb. She felt the power of his hands on her waist, as now all his power, rage, hate and temper was to be honed in pumping her like a cowgirl and fucking her brains out. Instead of beating her, all his years and power would be beating it up. She leaned down on top of him, reaching back and wrapping her green fingers around the black phallus, helping him push it between her fuzzy lips and against her yellow canal that was flooding his groin with her girly nectar. Using her big, strong legs, she flexed her back to lift her ass up. She then slowly hunched like a cat, pushing her ass down on his phallus until it pushed against her green lips, and then slowly sunk deep up inside her. They both gasped loudly as his hips pushed upwards slowly and her hips shoved down hard. He was hot. Hard. Filling her up. His cock's black skin was sliding against every inch of her ribbed pussy's yellow inside. Her yellow clitty squished between her lips as her pussy stretched and spread to accept him into her.

"Still a "puny eldar?" " he laugh-gasped, smiling with all those sharp, white teeth between his thick lips.

"Shu'up...ya...puny....ughh...minger...UNFF!" she tried a witty come-back. But she wasn't Thot. And feeling his girth slide deeper inside as she sat back on him and let her weight push him deeper inside was making it hard to think. She felt completely full! More full than ever before. Even a orky pussy like hers had to stretch and open up a bit to accommodate the sheer girth of the black elfen member. She could feel his heartbeat pulse in his shaft. And his size was perfect - about 6 inches, thick, a big mushroom head, and hitting every single spot of her insides. She leaned back while sitting on him, spreading her legs wider to sink deeper, and leaning her head back, gasping as she felt his hands grab and adore her body. His cock and huge balls felt full of energy, his hips thrust up and come back down slowly with full control, like a older guy with experience and confidence.

He leaned back and grabbed her bare soft breasts that bounced every time he thrust up hard. He slid her nipples between his clawed fingers, and rolled them between his knuckles while his strong palms cup and squeeze the sensitive underside of her breasts. She never realized how much she loved to be touched like this.

"Uhhh yesss...squeeze me baps....I love it when ya get handy wiff me thrupney bits..."

His steady, strong expert hands send waves of electric pleasure like lightning arcs up through her breasts to her entire chest, up her neck, into her face, and down the back of her neck. A purplish glow from his hand sends tiny electric arcs through his palm and into the middle of her breasts, making them glow warm with even higher pleasure. Her eyes glow green with his power as she opens her fanged mouth and gasps long and hard. She bounces up and down on him, letting him take control of her nude chest and glorify her nipples.

She began to ride him with a steady rhythm. "Hardah!! UNHF! DEEPAH!" she demanded. He moved his hands from her breasts and slid them down the sides of her naked body, plundering and worshiping every thick and soft part of her body. He grabbed her wide hips to strengthen his hold on her, sending little green and purple jolts of sensual electricity from his palms into her hips. Pleasure emanated from her thighs and groin to up her spine and all through her body.

He pumped into her deep and slow. And she met every thrust with fast up-and-down slamming hips before stopping to spin them in a twirling hoola-hoop motion. Her juices flowed out of her puffy pussy to soak his black balls and make a puddle under his ass. Their fluids mixed. Some of her nectar spilled down his pee hole and shaft with every pump down she made, and his precum soaked her walls with every thrust up inside her that he made. The scent of sweat, flowers, masculine sweaty body, and gasping girly breath quickly became a cloud of steam around them as both their bodies began moving faster and faster. His thrusts became harder and deeper, and her bouncing became faster and more frantic. Whenever Helledaerk's cock reached the deepest point inside of his beautiful partner, he could feel the hard bell-top door of her uterus. And when his head did push and kiss softly against her uterus, Klitflick could feel that huge, hot spongy head pressing against the back of her pussy.

As they writhed in a perverse pony ride in the grass, he grunted hard when feeling his feel cool and like they were filled with water. They began to draw up and his cock started to fill up with a feeling like his body was getting closer inch by rapid-speed inch to spasming and filling his groin with a lightning storm of muscle spasms and pleasure.

"Slow down....unhh...if you keep go-"

"No way!" she ground her hips down and pumped them in deep, fast little pumps. "I wanna cum! I'm cummin'!!!"

A frightening thought filled him with adrenaline. But where it horrified him to stop, the adrenaline shoved him to do it. To cum inside her. To pour every fertile drop of himself deep inside, deeming this one session into a baby. Either pull out now for safety. Or cum, and change your life forever. It was a like fork in the road, and seconds were counting down.

"You'll get pregnant!"

"Do it! UNFF! Wreck me gash!! Crump me minge!! I wantz ta feel me belly grow with ya babies! Maybe if I shootz milk, you can drink some before our babies drink it all up! Den we can make mooooaaaarrrr!!!! UUUUAAAWWWWGGGHH!!!"

The orkette had a mini-orgasm, feeling her uterus spasm and dip down, making her walls convulse. Her womb has felt spongy and open for the past few days, and that feeling was at it's most intense right now. She knew she was at her most fertile. She could feel a slight tiny pain in her sides, knowing her ovaries released eggs into her womb. Ready for fertile sperm to make a baby deep in her belly. She had been gasping in whole breaths of his pheromones from his broad chest, and he was breathing in hers from her breath and her neck. His insides were doubling the amount of sperm to be released right now. He could feel the build up, it would be one of the biggest and messiest ejaculations he's had in centuries. And her own body, just feeling him deep inside her and pressing against his chest, feeling his fertile pheromones fill her, her body began to drop an egg and make sure it was up front and center for the white flood. If he came inside her, if he didn't pull out, it would be a MASSIVE creampie completely filling her entire pussy with overrunning baby batter. And there was no way she would escape getting pregnant. No possible way. It was either pull of and let him spill it all over her ass, or press down and feel him convulse and spasm deep inside her, knowing she would have a baby now.

He shut his eyes, trying not to cum. She looked down at him, realizing just looking at her and touching her was too much for him, and was making him cum such a massive load. His body wanted to knock hers up. At all costs. She threw her head back and came again, letting her convulsing walls strangle him closer to orgasm. He imagined her beautiful body all swollen up with a big, beautiful green belly and his hand sliding along it to feel their children kicking inside. Her huge breasts pouring milk to feed his children and make sure they grow up big and strong like their papa. He gritted his sharp teeth, trying to shut up his hormone-crazed mind. He realized that her hormone driven, fertile pussy was open and ready to be pregnant. His sperm would swim up her canal, into her womb, and up through her fallopian tubes until it found her egg. And he realized that while the sperm just kick their tails, the womb helps pull them in and lead them to the egg, which then grabs them, holds them, and pulls them in to make a baby. She's a orc too, so that means her womb will be twice as strong and successful at making sure as much of his sperm make it through the uterus, and the fallopian tubes, and her eggs would be super strong to snatch and swallow his elf sperm and make a baby. Maybe two. Maybe six. Oh shit.

"I'll..." he tried to sit still and use his discipline to stop his orgasm. It was too late. He was already here. He felt himself ready to shoot thick fountains everywhere. It was so bad that just a touch would send him jetting everywhere. His balls had doubled his sperm load, because it was determine to make sure as much of his genes were given to that big orc egg to grab, swallow, and grow. "No, I'll impregnate you!" he gritted.

"YES! STUFF ME CLUNGE!! ZOG ME LIKE A BINT AND CRUMP ME MINGE TILL I'M UP DA DUFF!!!" she screamed while furiously thrusting her hips down and leaning back to rest all her weight on him. She let her body sink down all the way till his cock's head pressed hard against the back of her pussy. She did tiny, short little pumps from back to front, not wanting to lift up. His fate was in her claws now. And hers was being driven by the maternal instinct of a war boss-bitch.

"UNHHH...." he gritted his teeth, digging his hands onto her big, wide hips. Hips perfect for impregnation. His body had mutinied, his instincts turned on him. They weren't obeying his brain anymore, the truth was he wanted to impregnate her more than anything right now. HEAVILY impregnate her. His sperm had a target.

"Lookit ya face. That sperm has a target! You want ta get me up the duff."

He shut his eyes and turned away from her. Her breath, her body, her looks, her very touch was just too much. He was too fucking attracted to her. She turned him on just way too much. His only hope was to pretend she didn't exist because she turned him on SO much. Just being inside her made him cum the fastest he's ever cum. And somehow, some way, she knew it. Orkette's intuition. She slid her hands along his chest and leaned down on him, kissing his chin and being a cruel tease. She whispered in his ear. "You wanna get me pregnant, huh? You wanna put a baby in me orc belly. I'll have yur baby. I want ya baby growing in me..."

That did it. His hands reached up to grab her hands, and their fingers intertwined. She heard that long, deep grunt and felt his powerful hips slam upward, banging painfully against the back of her pussy. She looked down and admired the beauty of her green fingers intertwined with his black fingers, and knowing from such beauty a baby was now being made. She threw her head back, and leaned back, resting all of her weight on him and sitting still to let him pump his baby in her deeper and better. She loved knowing she was sitting still and he was making her pregnant. Over and over.

His testicles contracted, and jerked up against his taint. He could feel his balls squeezing hard and deep, like a heart pumping hard and slow, forcing his children up his shaft to bombard all over her uterus door and invade her soft, welcoming, warm womb. The womb ready, waiting and with arms opened wide for every single sperm in his balls.

The hot, lava-fountain of white seed burst out of him like a volcano blasting lava out it's top. Inside his full, black, eldar testicles, at a boiling point and ready to be released, was his little swimmers soon meet the orky eggs of a beautiful orkette! His orgasm would not be ending in just relief and wetness today, it would end in his offspring belonging to a ork woman. Her womb contracted with her orgasm, urging forth the contractions inside his massive balls he was sure that it would be a huge load!

She felt spurt after spurt with every thrust. Each pump up deep inside her was met with a feeling of massive, hot wetness and sloppy slickness. She knew he was planting in her garden. It's too late now. She wouldn't be getting off him without being a mother now. He entered her with a flat, empty belly. But now, when he pulled out, there was no way she wouldn't be growing heavy with his children. Even if she didn't want to get impregnated, it was too late now. He just kept thrusting and pumping deep up inside her, and his body just kept fountaining his genetic gifts to her egg. Her womb felt warm and wet behind her belly button, and her vaginal canal felt slick, but just full of cock. That's when she knew her womb was guzzling up everything, leaving almost none to creampie out. She looked down at her belly, and then at his powerful body still pumping her. She knew a part of his body would now be growing in her and make her big as a house.

She gripped his hands, their claws intertwined, as she clenched her pussy shut and arched her back, giving her spurts plenty of room to flood only her uterus door. She milked him and leaned back. She didn't want a single sperm cell to escape her to get sucked up in her womb and take the trek down her fallopian tubes. They had a target to hit!

She gasped down at him, in a unorky way. Well...it was in a very girly ork way.

"Itz SOOO much!!! UNHH!!! Ya Floodin'..._ EEEK!!! _ ME! UNNNHHH, YA BLACK-ARSED MINGER!!!" She spasmed hard, cumming again, flooding his crotch with her female ejaculation. She could feel his copious, fertile seed slowly slurping into her womb like yogurt into a flat and empty silk bag. He felt her entire body spasm and vibe as if she was being electrocuted. She screamed a loud, girly (but raspy) scream. He felt her uterus dip down, press hard and a bit painfully against the tip of his cock, and slurp up all of his seed before she stopped spasming. Her canal, that he flooded, was now MUCH emptier. And he realized just then nearly all of his ejaculation was being guzzled up by her fertile body. He grunted long and hard again, grabbing her hips and pulling down to him, and slamming his hips against her, making sure to push himself up to her womb before releasing his next cumshot deep in her. She came again, whipping her wild white hair and drooling down her plump lips and long white fangs. "I wanna feel our baby inside me belly!"

His every orgasmic contraction was as soon as he pumped up deep all the way up inside her. She knew everything of his was in her. Her womb expanded under the pumping pulses of white fertile fountains, sending his seed to put a baby in her belly. She was getting pregnant today, no escape from that. And she loved it. She gripped his muscular forearms and screamed, whipping her hair back and forth as orgasm after orgasm Waaagh!-ed across her body. She was shaking, screaming and squirming uncontrollably. She couldn't stop cumming. Her red eyes turned up into the back of her head and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. A flush of clearish-white fluid exploded loudly out from her cock-filled pussy with a sound like a hydraulic press causing a closed tube of frosting to burst and spew out the top of it. The irony was the entire ground beneath them was soaked in what looked like honey mixed with milk, but 90% of his semen was locked away safely in her womb.

A strange glow of his unusual purple and green energy suddenly glowed from her belly like a light in a Chinese lantern. His eldar energies flushed from his palms and into her hips, running up her back and down through her arms until blasting out of her own palms and into his forearms. The energy she shot back was double the power, now filled with orky power. And as they continued to orgasm in a frantic frenzy, the electric power was like a &, looping through their bodies. They both wondered what it would do to the baby she was letting him pump up inside her precious body.

Millions of his virile little elf swimmers kicked their tails furiously, but simply kicked. The more calories are in semen, the more sperm can kick their tails. And his body made his semen super high octane, sending his wrigglers to kick their tails damn-near like propellers. A woman's womb is the one that pulls and leads sperm where to go. And the womb pulls the ones it chooses up into the fallopian tubes, which then help lead the wrigglers to the egg. And the egg grabs the head of the sperm, and sucks in the one it wants. Which then fertilizes. And this may take 2-5 days. But the slow, big sperm of a elf being grabbed and thrown on the ultra highways of a orc womb and fallopian tubes is just...it's like dropping a slow semi truck on a space highway that has a treadmill which sends anything on it flying at 100,000 miles per hour. It goes without saying, those big orc eggs were getting crashed into by big elf sperm. And oh, there were gonna be more than one child.

His sperm were furiously streamed and rushed through her womb and kick-fired down her fallopian tubes. At the speed they were hurtling, this wouldn't take 36 hours. Her big yellow egg aggressively locked onto his kicking, mindless sperm (as are all sperm, period), and it was sucked through the egg's outer shell, which the egg opened for the one sperm it chose. A new life was beginning inside this orc. The egg's barrier thickened, except for the spot it locked onto it's chosen sperm!

After a short while, the tail broke off, and the little door the egg made for it's chosen sperm closed. it finally happened! Elf DNA immediately began fusing with the egg's core and starting the miracle of life! Klitflik was now a truly bred and impregnated orc.

But that was just one egg.

She rubbed her plump, pudgy green belly, knowing his sperm was deep inside her body, swimming and being led by her tubes and womb. Soon, her belly would swell nice and large. She gasped hard and fell on top of him, her face in his neck and his in hers, loving the smell of her hair, her sweat and her body heat. She groaned a little I-know-I'm-impregnated-and-have-been-well-thoroughly-fucked squeal as she felt a hot drop of their mixed fluid spill out of her and run down his cock. She'd never been touched like this, admired like this, wanted and lusted after like this. And completely impregnated by a man gripping her hips to make sure everything got up in her. They laid together, gasping and dripping sweat. All that tension, power, adrenaline, now splurted inside, and accepted deep inside. All that energy, all that dark eldar power and orky energy...now putting to the use of growing children.

His cock slowly limped, but stayed deep inside her. She sat up on him and arched her back, gritting her teeth cutely and pushing him out until his limp cock flops out with a shplop! , and a pool of her cum and his spill out behind it, running out of her puffy green pussy like a green peach leaking cream and nectar.

"Oh, dat wuz juss....juss....dat was Unnhhhh! You zogged the zog outta me."

"That...." he remembered his mandrake training. His lifetime of his cruel work. But, maybe just this one, he'd let his natural instinct kick over his training, and say whatever the hell he wanted to. "That was the best sex I think I've ever had. Damn, grrl."

She rolled off him, running her long, muscular green calves along his sweaty body playfully. But even in the afterglow, the shadows of Commorragh _(city where dark eldar come from/live)_blots out the sweet light of passion. He stopped, shaking himself from romantic bliss to look around himself. The little grotette was gone. And so were his sons.

"Shhhit!" he cursed, rolling over and seemingly falling into a shadow as if it was water. And just like that, the shadow master was gone. Klitflik rolled over and sat up, a huge grin on her fanged face.

"Waitz till Oi tell Thot!"