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Comfort. Security. Warmth. As his mind drifted up from the depths of slumber, he found himself wrapped in a heavy, shifting, breathing blanket of those sensations. He dozed, eyes remaining shut as he breathed in and out. Musk. Raunch. The thick funk of every combined scent that a man's sweaty, nude body could produce multiplied many times over. His mates.

He could feel a hot puff of breath over his wriggling toes, and a broad, flat snout press against one of his soles. He could feel an arm, a leg, so many limbs slung over his body as he laid in a tangle of grunting, snoring, sleeping men. He felt lips against his manhood—wrapping around to suckle on the soft, but quickly plumping shaft—and a tongue eagerly explore into the nooks and crannies of his foreskinned tip, and he reached down to stroke through a sleep-mussed tangle of greasy, short-cropped hair.

Rolf's eyes slowly flickered open, and his gaze dropped down to the orc—half-orc—sucking on his cock. The boy's—younger man's, no trace of boyhood left in his muscular, masculine form—skin was a deep green, like the rest of the orcs in the tribe, but his features were much more human; the jut of his jaw far less pronounced, and his tusks smaller than those of the purebloods. The half-orc looked up to meet Rolf's gaze with his deep-brown eyes—familiar eyes; Rolf's eyes—and smiled around the hardening length in his mouth. He groaned. He hummed—sending sweet vibrations shooting up the shaft into Rolf's crotch—and reluctantly pulled off. He smiled, wide and loving. “Mornin', father."

Rolf returned the half-orc's grin with one of his own, keeping his voice low so as not to disturb the other sleeping men piled up around them. “Morning, son. Already eager for what daddy can give you?"

“'Course." The half-orc guffawed, latching back onto the older human's cock and giving the flesh a sharp suckle. He looked up into his father's eyes—needy, lustful, wanting—and Rolf let out another deep sigh as his hand caressed the younger man's strong jaw.

Rolf grunted. He strained a bit. He finally sighed, and began to empty his bladder into his son's mouth. “Drink up, Ragg."

Ragg moaned in bliss as the first spurts of Rolf's acrid, strongly-flavored morning piss filled his mouth, and began to eagerly gulp down the liquid waste. Rolf, meanwhile, lay back and let his mind wander. The months since he'd first been captured by the orc tribe—by Gurzz, the son of the chief—had been spent in complete and utter debauchery. He'd become familiar with—had come to enjoy—every sexual act that two men could perform together; from sucking cock to eating and fucking ass to just enjoying the rank, cloying, spicy musk of a man's body from every inch of it. And as his own body had been filled with rich, virile orcish seed again and again, he'd finally come to understand why the tribe was made up of only males; had come to understand the complete picture that comprised the glimpses of life in the tribe he'd first caught on the day of his capture.

Rolf's belly had grown heavy, round, and taut. His guts had shifted; painfully at first, but as the transfiguration within him continued he'd begun to enjoy it. He'd felt that shifting slowly morph into something else; something alive within him. Rolf had become pregnant with Gurzz's offspring.

It shouldn't have been possible—he was a male, after all—but Gurzz had explained that orc boars had the quirk of being able to get pregnant from laying with other men, either orc or human; that was how his father, Chief Urtz, had given birth to him. Further, that same quirk could occasionally be awakened even in human men who came in contact with virile, potent orcish semen. It was considered a great honor to become pregnant like an orc boar could—to contribute to the perpetuation of the tribe—and as soon as the firmness in his belly had started to show Rolf had found himself the center of Gurzz's attention; and that of the orcish leader's mates, and even many others in the tribe. Rolf had been kissed and stroked and caressed, having an orc or a half-orc or even some of the humans in the tribe—mostly the former members of his company, who were overjoyed for their former captain—hanging off of him nearly every moment of every day. And when the stone in his gut had dropped, and he'd been laid down with his legs lifted and Gurzz by his side, Rolf had given birth to a large, strong, healthy baby boy.

His and Gurzz's son, Ragg.

The child was taken to the nursery tent in the center of the orc village, where he'd quickly grown—matured in a matter of weeks, as most orcs did; though Gurzz claimed that purebloods grew to full adulthood in a matter of days—into a fine young man. Burly and muscular, like both his father and his sire; Rolf and Gurzz, respectively. Powerful muscles bulged under his smooth green skin, his sharp tusks jutted from his pronounced lower jaw, and a light dusting of Rolf's dark, soft hair ran down between his pecs to the fat, heavy shaft and sack between his firm thighs. And though Rolf had been conflicted at first, in the end even he had to admit it once he and Gurzz had welcomed the man their son had become with tight embraces and tender caresses and slow, deep kisses; Ragg was sexy. Rolf had quickly grown used to the idea of those kinds of relationships within the tribe—Gurzz boasted that many of his mates, the males he and Rolf ate with and lay with and shared their tent, had been sired by his own potent seed; some even birthed by his own father, Chief Urtz—but had shied away from the thought of participating himself. Old morals died hard after all, even as he'd given himself over to the debauchery of his new life with his new family.

However, when his body had responded to Ragg's touch with ready arousal, and the half-orc had smiled so handsomely while indulging in the scents and flavors of his parents' bodies, Rolf's reluctance easily broke; as his reluctance with everything else about life in the tribe had under a haze of potent orcish musk. And when Ragg had requested to share their tent and stay as part of their harem—to become their mate—both Rolf and Gurzz has agreed with loving smiles of their own.

Rolf was broken out of his reverie as he felt a humid puff of breath over his taint. With a belly-deep groan of pleasure, the human lifted and spread his legs to let Ragg snuffle into his cleft. He gasped at the touch of the half-orc's tongue on the sensitive flesh of his pucker; his cunt. His breath hitched as the wriggling muscle pushed through his loose ring with ease to taste his inner walls. He sighed, stroking through Ragg's hair as his erection pumped slick precum onto his belly while his son ate him out. “Mmm… Ragg…"

The passionate croon of his son's name was answered with soft stroking and squeezing from the half-orc's thick fingers over Rolf's thighs. Ragg groaned, huffing in deep lungfuls of his father's scent, and then reluctantly pulled away to kiss a trail up Rolf's crotch. Over the human's own plump ballsack, letting his tongue cup each of the firm orbs within. Around the base of his father's manhood, up the underside of the shaft, and finally against the tip of the fat, throbbing, leaking head. Up the older man's torso, pausing to delve his tongue into Rolf's navel and swirl it around Rolf's pert nipples and push it up into the sweat-damp pits under Rolf's arms. Their lips finally met in a gentle kiss, and then Ragg carefully scraped his tusks along his father's throat. “Yer turn, daddy." A grin. A roguish, flirtatious wink. A flick of his musk-stained tongue. Ragg had inherited much more than just Gurzz's skin tone, tusks, snout, and dick from his sire.

“Mm." Rolf was eager to blaze his own trail over the younger man's body, hitting the landmarks that Ragg had marked on his own flesh as the half-orc lay back on the furs piled on the tent floor. He suckled into the hollow of his son's throat, pressed his face into the half-orc's own rank, sweaty armpits, and practically worshipped the plump pectorals bouncing and flexing under his groping hands and eager lips. As Rolf attacked Ragg's nipples in turn, catching the plump nubs between his teeth and carefully nibbling at the tender flesh, he glanced at the other occupants of the tent. Turkk, another pureblood orc, snoring loudly with a pair of men pressed against either side of his wide, broad, burly body. Rakk and Takk, two of Gurzz's other sons—the ones birthed by Chief Urtz—snuffling and moaning as their faces rubbed against their elder's chest. Urzek—another half-orc—and his human father Colton—one of the only two other humans in Gurzz's harem—laying with their arms wrapped around each other and their erections slowly grinding together it their sleep. Rolf latched off to look downward, and felt a grin stretch across his flushed face; there, curled up with their faces pressed against their sleeping mates' soles, was Zugg—a heavily-scarred orc who'd been Gurzz's sworn battle-brother, friend, and mate all their lives—and Dendrick—the other human in Gurzz's harem.

However, Rolf saw neither hide nor hair of Gurzz himself.

With a deep sigh, Rolf lifted his head to meet his son's gaze once more. “Hey, Ragg? Did you see where your sire went?"

“Think 'e said summin' 'bout meetin' wit' da chief." Ragg grunted, his large hand stroking down Rolf's spine to cup the human's ass. “Prolly wanted a taste a' his daddy's cunt, jus' like I'm hankerin' fer mine." With another grin and wink, the half-orc pushed a blunt digit into Rolf's cleft to drag it over his father's pucker.

Rolf laughed, trying to keep the sound quiet in the tent full of sleeping men. “You are as insatiable as each other, that's true." His voice, low and husky, purred out from him as he felt that fat finger slip into his clamping, clenching hole. “Need to drain your bladder or your balls first, boy?"

“Balls. Always balls." Ragg's free hand grasped Rolf's chin, tilting it up so their lips could meet once more. “'N always inside ya, daddy."

“Ragg…" Rolf tried to stop the whine gathered in his chest from pouring out his slack jaw, but the half-orc's finger easily finding and pushing that spot inside him that always made him see stars—the spot that had helped him grow addicted to having big, leaky cocks in his ass, whether human or orc or half-orc—drew it out from him. “Fuck me, Son… rut me like the bitch I am…" The words always made his cheeks burn, but over the months he'd spent in the tribe they had come to fit Rolf like a glove. He was a bitch. A cum-and-piss guzzling, cock-loving, musk-huffing breeding bitch for his mates.

“Yeah, ya wannit, daddy? Want'cher son's load in yer cunt?" Ragg's own husky voice answered Rolf's as their hips rocked together. Like Colton's and Urzek's, their erections pulsed and throbbed and ground against each other, smearing thick layers of precum over their bellies. “Wanna have me kid?"

“Fuck yes…" The thought would have sickened the old Rolf; the Rolf that only occasionally indulged in 'understandings' with his men on the long, lonely, dusty trails and in the quiet hours of guard duty. The Rolf that had been lost under the funk of Gurzz's musk, and debauched into a proud member of the tribe. Now, the desire—the need for a load of cum in his guts, and the feeling of that growing heaviness within him—burned and writhed and sent an eruption of pre spurting from deep within him. “Breed me hard and deep Ragg. I want to feel your seed in me. I want to give you a son of your own…"

A groan from below. A hand around his ankle, and a tongue playing over the ball of his foot and into the cleft of his toes. A soft, huffing inhalation, warm air over his sole, and then a pleasure-filled sigh. “C'n we get in on dis, Rolfy?"

Rolf looked down again, meeting Zugg's still-sleep-hazed eyes. Dendrick was busy grinding Ragg's own foot against his nose and lips while pumping his oddly foreskin-less manhood, but a glance from the other human made it clear that he was interested as well. “Did I wake you? Apologies." Rolf didn't seem all that sorry to have roused—aroused—his mates.

“No need t'apologize." A hand groping his ass, gripping one cheek and spreading it wide to bare Rolf's hole; and the finger buried in it to the knuckle. A chuckle, deep and rumbling. A pair of soft moans. Turkk grinned to Rolf and Ragg, while Rakk and Takk gazed at the pair from the hollows of the older orc's armpits. “Best way ta wake up's with the sounds'a humies in heat. Right boys?"

“Aye." Rakk spoke with a grin of his own, while Takk nodded in agreement with his brother. All three purebloods' erections twitched with arousal, filling the air with the potent stink of orcish cock.

Rolf glanced over to Colton and Urzek, watching as the other father-son couple stirred as well. Their eyes blinked open, gazing around in sleepy confusion before clearing as they awoke fully. Warm, loving smiles bloomed on their faces as they shared a deep kiss, and then looked to their other mates. To Rolf. Approval—understanding and fellowship—shone in Colton's eyes as he gave Rolf a nod, and Urzek's blush told all that needed to be said about his attraction to his half-brother.

Rolf let out a soft, sighing laugh. “Let's do our mateship duties with each other, then?"

“I gots ta piss, if anyone wants a drink." Turkk grinned, and Takk immediately dipped down to latch onto his fellow orc's plump length.

“So do I." That was Dendrick, the human speaking just as shamelessly as any orc boar.

“And me." Urzek shifted closer to the pile, dragging Colton along with him. As they pressed in against Rolf and Ragg and Dendrick and Zugg, the rich smells of their own sweaty bodies joined the funk hanging in the tent air. Rolf breathed it in slow and deep; and as he was laid down and surrounded by his big, strong, sexy men—his mates—he let out a sigh of bliss.

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The sun was high in the sky before Rolf finally stumbled out of Gurzz's tent, body smeared and coated in sweat and musk and cum and urine. He'd been rutted by every man in the tent in turn, feeling their cocks blowing their loads inside him and their cum mingling and stewing in his guts. Urzek, impatient to empty his bladder, had bathed his mates in his rank, acrid, stinking piss, and Rolf had been eager to lap it up off their bodies. He'd played with Dendrick's bare, fat cocktip, kissing and licking along the scar of circumcision underneath it before deepthroating the entire thing. He'd cleaned Rakk and Takk's spent erections while the orc brothers shared a deep, tongue-filled kiss with each other. He'd felt Zugg lavishing his soles and toes with tender affection; and when the orc had offered his own foot to Rolf, the human had huffed its stench as eagerly as he did the smell of Rakk's and Turkk's and Colton's armpits. As his other mates had finally left to start their day, giving Rolf and each other gentle kisses and nudges and gropes, Ragg had stayed behind to help his father stand and to support the human on his trek out of the tent.

“Fuck… I'm pregnant for sure after that." The human caressed his gut—the firm roundness that had grown over his time in the tribe, and that hadn't completely faded after Ragg's birth—and grunted.

“Wouldn't be surprised." A warm hand covered his own, thumb stroking Rolf's own, and Ragg dipped down to press a suckling kiss to his father's throat. “Fuckin' beautiful, y'are."

“Mm, your sire said the same thing when you were still in my belly." Rolf chuckled, and caught one of Ragg's tusks between his lips to give the bony spike a quick kiss. “Speaking of, I wanted to go check in on him and Urtz. Mind helping me over there?"

“Sure, father." Ragg gave the older human a flirtatious wink—one of Gurzz's winks—and let his hand cup Rolf's rump once more. “But only if I get ta join in when he dumps a load in yer cunt as well."

Rolf affected a weary sigh even as his own hand squeezed Ragg's plump, twitching, semi-hard length. “Insatiable."

“You love me."

“I do." Another slow, deep kiss, and Rolf began his walk towards the chief's tent with Ragg's assistance.

His eyes wandered over the orcish camp, breathing deeply of the funk hanging heavily in the air. Sweat. Orc and human and hybrid musk. Masculine arousal. Home. He smiled at the sight of naked tribesmen mingling with each other, gathered around roaring fires to share mead and meat with each other. He nodded in greting to familiar faces; men who had been captured alongside him, and who had settled into life in the tribe along with him. Fletcher. Morrison. Gabe, who had been his second in command in the human army.

He blinked. He looked back to Gabe. He smiled and called out. “Ho there! Congratulations!" Rolf tugged at Ragg's arm, and the orc helped him over to sit beside the other human. Gabe was naked. Gabe was sitting in another orc's—his own mate's—lap. Gabe was grinning with glee as he caressed the firm, rotund rise of his pregnant belly.

“Ho, Cap- Rolf!" Even after their months in the tribe, the former army men still occasionally slipped up in addressing Rolf by the rank he'd held in his previous life. Gabe's grin widened as he opened his thighs, letting Rolf reach between them to grasp and stroke the other human's erection; the erection Rolf had been familiar with before, but had grown extremely, shamelessly intimate with since they'd joined the tribe. “Mmf. Been tryin' ever since you gave birth, and it finally took."

After a glance to Gabe's mate, and a nod of approval from the grizzled orc, Rolf leaned in to give Gabe a slow, deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues twined together, their lips worked against each other, and their breath huffed against each others' faces when they finally pulled back. “Remind me to visit your tent, like you did for me." Rolf smiled, and brushed his thumb over Gabe's flushed cheek.

“Aye." Gabe nodded. He returned Rolf's smile with one of his own. He reached down, took the other human's own throbbing cock into his grip, and gave it a squeeze. “Me n' Vexx'll will look forward to it. Right, Vexxy?"

“Aye." Vexx looked to Rolf and Ragg with a lustful eye, flicking his tongue over his lips and tusks. Inter-harem relationships were often encouraged—what better way to build solidarity within the tribe?—and Rolf was overjoyed at the opportunity his new life afforded him to ogle so many burly men—orcs and humans and hybrids alike—without fear of reprisal. To sit here with Gabe like this, the two men stroking each other's dribbling, throbbing erections as they shared the occasional kiss or low, lustful murmur with each other. To push his face into the dank, hair-filled armpit Vexx bared to him with a knowing wink, and breathe in a lungful of the orc's rich manstink. To glance over and see Ragg—his son, naked and aroused and completely shameless—offering his crotch to Gabe, and hear the half-orc's lustful crooning as the human ran his lips and tongue over the younger man's own bare package. Ragg dipped down so he and Vexx could scrape their tusks against each others' throats, and Rolf pushed forward so he and Gabe could kiss around the twitching shaft of the hybrid's cock.

He could feel the eyes of the other tribesmen glancing their way occasionally; hear the moans and sighs and murmurings of the watching voyeurs. In the village—in his old life—Rolf never would have dreamed of doing something like this out in the open. But now here he was, in the middle of a four-way make-out and mutual masturbation session in the middle of the orc camp; though many other members of the tribe were being just as intimate—just as raunchy—with each other, so what had he to fear? He could be open. He could be shameless. He could live out the most perverted fantasies he'd never dared to entertain every single day.

With a husky groan, Rolf reluctantly pulled away from Gabe and Vexx. He stood with Ragg's assistance, and gave his former comrade—his companion—a nod. “Tonight. If not tonight, then tomorrow night."

“Aye, Rolf." Gabe settled back against Vexx, letting out a quiet groan of his own as the orc took over rubbing the human's full, taut belly. “We'll see you then."

And with that, Rolf and Ragg continued their stroll through the camp. The half-orc's arm remained slung around the human's waist, his hand occasionally settling on one of Rolf's firm, flexing asscheeks, and Rolf leaned heavily against his son's broad side; his weakened legs had regained their strength, but the human enjoyed the feeling of the half-orc's sweaty, hair skin brushing against his own as they walked. They paused to share a bit of roasted meat with a group around one of the fires—and both Rolf and Ragg showed their appreciation by gobbling down their hosts' 'meat' with enthusiasm—before finally reaching the chieftain's tent. A nod to the pair of orcs standing on either side of the entrance—a flirtatious smile, a kiss, and a few slow pumps of their thick cocks for each man—and the two made their way inside.

The inner chamber of the tent was humid, stuffy, and filled with the heady funk of two orc boars having rutted all morning. The groans and sighs of pleasure only confirmed Ragg's earlier supposition; Gurzz and Urtz were fucking. However, as the two visitors caught sight of the pair working against each other in the recesses of the tent, their eyes widened in surprise. It wasn't Urtz laying on his back, grunting and panting as he was filled by his son's cock again and again; it was Gurzz with his legs wrapped around the chieftain's pumping hips, moaning in tandem with every thrust of his father's malehood into him.

“Well now, what's this?" Rolf raised an eyebrow as he and Ragg moved forward, sitting themselves down next to the murmuring, sighing, rocking men.

“Nnnf… 'ey, Rolf, Raggy." It was Urtz who answered; he turned his face away from grinding against the sweaty sole of his son's lifted foot and gave the two a broad grin. “Me 'n Gurzz 'ere was jus' discussin' 'is succession fer da role a' chieftain."

Gurzz grunted, opening his clenched eyes and looking up to meet Rolf's stare. “Mmm… bet it's surprisin' seein' me takin' a dick up me cunt, eh?" His hand stroked over his bouncing, flexing pectorals and down his gut to grasp his bobbing cock, and the orc let out a hoarse guffaw as Rolf's gaze followed the motion like a lodestone.

“To say the least." Rolf's face was burning, but there was no shame in his expression as he took in the sight of Urtz's—admittedly pretty thick—cock sinking into the younger orc's hole again and again. In all the time that Rolf had spent in the tribe, not once had Gurzz bottomed; not to him, of course, but not even to Turkk or Zugg. The human lay himself down next to his mate, tucking himself into the crook of the orc's arm and listening to the larger male's moaning and panting; from the sound of it, it was his first time. “What brought this about?"

“Mm… well…" One of Gurzz's strong arms held Rolf tight against his side, while the other tugged Ragg down to lay with the half-orc's fathers as well. The trio pressed and ground against each other, Chief Urtz looming above them as he picked up the pace of his rutting. “F-fuck, Dad, easy… I..." A particularly hard thrust cut the orc's voice off in a deep groan as his erection jumped and spat a large glob of precum onto his gut.

“You like it…?" Rolf's hand stroked through the dense hair coating the orc's chest, his fingertips finding and playing with the thick nubs of Gurzz's olive nipples in the wiry forest. “Like getting your cunt fucked, Gurzz? Love the feeling of a cock pounding deep into you? Blowing a load in your cunt…?" Rolf's husky voice murmured out; how many times had he been teased like this as Gurzz, and Ragg, and all their mates had rutted him in succession? Now seeing the orc like this—vulnerable and submissive, even if it wasn't exactly to him—sent a thrill down Rolf's spine and straight into his crotch.

“Aye… Dad's showin' me what I been missin'…" Gurzz's hips rocked up as Rolf's hand wrapped around the orc's cock. He pumped into the human's grip, rocking himself between the squeezing and stroking of his mate's grasp and the deep, slamming thrusts of his father's manhood. Ragg, meanwhile, had tucked his face into Gurzz's dank armpit and was lavishing the hairy, sweaty, musky flesh with his lips and tongue. “Nnn, fuck dat's good… N' what I'm gonna be getting' from now on…"

“Oh, so does this mean I'll finally get a chance to fuck you for once?" Rolf's own lips caught one of Gurzz's nipples, rolling the nub between them before flicking his tongue over it.

“Aye."

Rolf blinked, lifting his head to look to Gurzz “Aye?" Just like that? Sure, he'd become intimately familiar with the orc's plump, firm, supple ass and the taut, raunchy pucker buried in his sweaty, hairy cleft; the smell of it, the taste of it, the feeling of it flexing and clenching against his working tongue as Gurzz used his face as a seat. But never had the orc given any inkling of desire to be penetrated. “What brought this on, Gurzz?"

The orc just blushed, deep and hot, and looked away from Rolf. A low guffaw from behind accompanied a pair of rough tusks scraping Rolf's nape, and Chief Urtz's own voice crooned into the human's ear. “'E saw ya carryin' 'is kid, n' started feelin' the urge in 'is own cunt. The need ta have a load in ya… to feel it growin' into a strong boar in yer gut…"

Rolf's cheeks burned at the words being murmured into his ear, accompanied by the occasional humid puff of breath against the shell. “Oh…?"

“W-well…" Gurzz cleared his throat, and then spoke up. “The chief 'ere ain't as fertile as 'e used ta be. Ain't poppin' out many boars nowadays, despite takin' near every dick that comes 'is way." Urtz just shrugged, a shameless grin on his face. “'N, well… we were discussin' 'im steppin' down, n' me takin' o'er fer him…"

“And this is one of the duties you need to take on. Being the tribe's breeding slut."

“Aye." Blunt. Shameless. Totally, completely like Gurzz.

Rolf hummed. “So then… what happens to you, chief?"

“Dat's also what we's been discussin'." Now it was Urtz' turn to blush, deep and red and hot on his craggy cheeks. “If ye'd 'ave me, I'd like ta join ya in me boy's harem. Be a propa mate fer 'im, stead'a jus' takin' his dick every other fortnight."

“Would we still get to rut'cher cunt, too?" Ragg, ever the practical thinker, lifted his face from Gurzz's armpit to look to the chieftain.

“Har, a course!" Urtz guffawed, and surged forward to scrape his tusks and brush lips against the half-orc's. “Me ripe cunt n' stinkin' dick… me mouth n' hands n' feet n' pits n' tits… dey'd all be yers. All 'a yers."

Rolf moaned at the thought, rocking his dribbling length against Gurzz's hip and smearing it with his precum. Breathing in the older orc's thick scent as it mingled with their own; tasting his piss every morning, bathing his sweat-and-smut-and-cum-soaked body with their tongues every day, and eating a heady cocktail of their mingling seed from his gaping cunt every night. “Yes. Oh, yes…"

“Heh, dat's two votes fer yes." Gurzz grinned, and nodded down to where Ragg had blown his own hot, thick load all over Urtz' thigh. The half-orc flushed, embarrassed, but only received tender caresses and kisses from his sire and Chief Urtz. “N' I know everyone else'll be honored ta have ya, too."

“Den it's settled…" Once more, Chief Urtz picked up the pace. Faster. Faster. Slamming his cock into Gurzz to the hilt with every thrust. “Once me seed's in ya good n' propa, we's gonna let everyone in the tribe know 'bout da switch in chieftains."

“Aye… aye… oh, aye…!" Gurzz moaned. He cried out. He roared out his orgasm as his father slammed home, and the younger orc's orgasmic pleasure was echoed in Chief Urtz's own roaring and yelling as he pumped his load into his son's guts. And as the two lay together in their afterglow, being tended to by Ragg and Rolf—Ragg pressing suckling kisses to Urtz's shoulders and nape while his hands massaged the older orc's sides, and Rolf's tongue twining with Gurzz's own as he stroked and squeezed his mate's spent, softening cock—Gurzz looked to Rolf with a broad, lustful, loving smile. “N' as fer you… I want'cha pumpin' yer loads in me e'ry damn day. I want ta get pregnant with yer kid. Give Rag 'ere a brother."

Rolf nodded. He moaned and sighed in bliss at the thought. He embraced Gurzz—embraced his mate—while his hand moved to rub over the orc's own broad belly. “I want that too."

“What better time ta start, den?" Urtz pulled his cock free from his son's bowels with a grunt, letting the sloppy hole of Gurzz's cunt twitch and clench and freely leak the older orc's thick seed. The chief grasped Rolf by the hips, his hands stroking and squeezing as he pulled the human in between Gurzz's eagerly spread legs. Positioned him. Nibbled and scraped Rolf's shoulders and neck with his tusks. “Come on, den. Show us greenskins 'ow a human breeds his mate."

As Rolf's cockhead teased the opened rim of Gurzz's hole, he grasped the orc's ankle and brought Gurzz's broad, sweaty foot to his face; just as Urtz had done while breeding the younger orc. He breathed in the pungent scent of the dank flesh, lapping over the sole and suckling on each toe in turn. As his cock slipped into Gurzz's wet, tight, grasping passage, he let out a deep groan and looked down to his mate. The human took in the sight of his mate baring himself completely; lifting his arms behind his head to let the rich musk of his armpits fill the tent, spreading his legs and curling over himself to press his ass to Rolf's crotch, and letting the human see how his plump erection pulsed back to life on his plump, firm gut. Rolf hissed in pleasure as his cock throbbed against Gurrz's clinging inner walls. “Gadly."

And Rolf did. He rutted Gurzz's hole, pounding into it again and again and enjoying every inch of his mate's body as he did so. Snuffling into Gurzz's armpits. Kissing the orc slow and deep while squeezing and stroking Gurzz's hairy chest. Grinding Gurzz's fat, leaky erection between their bellies as the two rocked together. They could hear Urtz and Ragg caught in the throes of the other duo's own passion, and looked over together to watch with pride as their son bred the chieftain—former chieftain—hard and fast and deep.

And when the four mates collapsed together into a sweaty, post-orgasmic, sated pile, the same thought drifted through their minds. Life in the tribe was good; and now, it was only going to get even better.