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Rise of the Serpent General Part 3

My task was made clear to me. I needed to take down two kings in order to be able to have a chance at finding my parents, but for something like that I was going to need an army. Being someone of humble upbringing I didn't simply have one at my disposal, but I did have a connection that went back to my childhood. A group of people that I could call upon for help. At the time I didn't know if they were even willing to help me with such a thing, and it wasn't like I was part of their tribe in any range. I was simply someone that happened by on occasion to purchase their "found" items and it could easily be left to the point that they saw me as being nothing more than an occasional customer rather than any level of family.

"What's the worst that thing that they can tell me?" I heard myself say out loud, drawing the attention of the group that I was walking with... well... more slithering in my case.

The silence that fell over them was something of actual contemplation, but clearly my servants had already formed an answer to this and simply didn't want to say. Nephic, however, didn't have such restraint.

"Attack?" The answer came simply as a question, but not one that needed answering while the two guards nodded in agreement that such a response could be the worst thing that they could say.

Honestly, the answer drew a soft smirk to my lips. I found it funny at the time, but with the encampment within sight at the distance I had to steel myself. Orcs had a tendency to value serious fighters and leaders over giggling ones and I wanted to put on a good display that I might be able to lead them to victory. A single orc in any situation will always be worth twelve royal soldiers, their rage and accuracy on any battlefield was something of legends and lore, a legend that I was very happy to find out was VERY true. It was a race that dedicated itself to war and never considered itself to be without an enemy to fight. A time of peace was more of a challenge to see how quickly they can break such a peace. If they did have time to relax, time away from fighting, training, and brawling amongst themselves, then I'd never seen it. Overall, they were the absolute best fighters that I'd ever seen in my long life.

Our approach to the camp was following the sun, if I remember correctly, but even the light shining in our eyes didn't blind us from the approach of another from the side. It was an orc, one of their elders maybe, one that had fallen into overgrowth. Disease was something that had vanished long before even I was born thanks to those magically infused crystals that everyone has. We had them back then too, but while they worked fine on curing normal flesh and blood people it didn't work so well on helping a species closer in line with plants than people. We could see him coming, the ivy covering his body, the leafy design shifting on every movement of his foot. I've seen many states of this plant parasite where it had taken hold of orc hosts, but this was something far more than that. His mind was no longer his, his body movement belonged to that parasite now, and as he turned towards Eri'on even I could tell that something was very wrong. Before anyone could move to save him those long overgrown fingers reached around that newly formed lycan body, passing between his dark fur. My male servant found himself on his back, those strong legs lifted and a set of orc hips pressing down against them. Even covered in ivy it was clear that body was very strong, just as all orcs tended to be, so when he crushed his figure down against the black furred lycan beast that already hard and throbbing canine cock would be ground against those abs while the vine wrapped heated cock of this infected orc brushed down over that tight pucker, finding its way into his depths with a single hard thrust that filled this pup, folding his ears back and leaving him to moan out deeply.

It was only with the quick movement of the demon that had come along with us that the attack stopped at all. The building up of fire in his hand lead to an immediate blast that arched out into the air. Orcs have always been known for their fear of the flame, but being creatures made more related to plants than people it made sense. That fireball was enough to spook the infected orc, driving him off of my lycan and back into the depths of the nearby woods where he belonged. I can't be too sure, but for a bit after that sudden retreat I thought that I had almost seen a bit of disappointment on Eri'on's face, a look that even I have to find a bit amusing. Maybe he wanted the sex, I don't know. If that was the end of that attack then it wouldn't be worth mentioning, but what happened next really changed things. At first Eri'on was just a bit quiet, the sudden penetration and run can do that to someone, but then his figure started to change again. The dark fur that I had given him was lightening, turning into a greener tent, and the fur, as thick as it was, began to stiffen more into a leaf-like texture. It was mostly the same still, but my gift had been taken and altered to make up for the infection. It was my gift alone that stopped the parasite, held it at bay from taking over his mind, then again that was domain and I wasn't going to be giving up my pup so easily.

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The change that came over my canine servant wasn't going to deter me for a second from getting the approval of these people. When other ivy covered orcs started to close in on us we quickly realized that it was time to get into the encampment. The guards that stopped us only did for a second when they saw what was stepping in after us. The sick smile over their lips shown when they went out to deal with those infected, but this wasn't a problem that I needed to worry about any longer and continued on in. It was likely only because of those others that they let Eri'on stay with us at all, but I wasn't about to stick around and find out not while we had a goal to accomplish here. My canine gaze was already looking for the more glorified tent, the higher ranked officials that could help to make the decisions of moving their forces against something like a king. The tribe itself seemed to always be busy, even in the light of the setting sun they seemed to be running around quite actively. Those fighting just outside of the gate could be heard, but if nothing else it was a very fine demonstration of their skills and something that I could happily watch for some time if I didn't need to locate the tribe leaders. Those that lit the positioned torches along the path helped to guide us further into the camp, helping us to find ourselves deep into the tribe.

The leaders must have gotten word that we were coming, each was sitting outside of their large joined hut to wait for us to arrive. I remember their looks when we got to their circle, the sight of the looking back at us with authority, with confidence, with the knowledge that if we did anything to them at all then we'd never make it out of this camp with our heads attached. It was a sight that was intimidating at the very least, but one that inspired me to one day be that same level of leader, to be able to look on at someone else with that same look in my eyes as if daring them to make a move that I didn't like. My approach stopped only because I didn't know how to advance anymore. I knew that the ball was in my court and that I was expected to say or do something, but now I found myself unsure if the movement that I was trying to make would end up with me offending them in some way. I had one choice in this, I had to speak and speak with confidence to make sure that these elders heard and understood my request, but more importantly that they respected it. I was asking to take them into war, to show them a battlefield under my name and when I spoke out to explain this they gave me the most direct answer that they had available.

"No," the elder said as he sat close to the main fire that stretched it's shadows out long past them with the setting sun. The burning blaze that they had in the center of camp was one of warmth, it was one of sanctuary, but most important of all it was one of defiance that showed that even related to plants these creatures would have their world by their choice, in their way, and not even nature itself was going to come between them.

The answer came in fast, a sudden decision that I wasn't prepared for, but just when I was opening my mouth to question him on such a choice I caught myself and decided that such a thing wasn't worth getting stabbed to death over. The only action that I really could take was to leave now, but I knew that these were really among my only hope so I stayed, standing there in the flickering flame of the campfire that continued to dance wildly at the center of the camp.

"Reconsider..." I heard my voice demand, my teeth ground and my heart raced in my chest while I worked to maintain myself, I needed to show that I was a strong and confident leader, someone that they could follow and be rewarded with a glorious battle. The word that I spoke lifted the orc's brow, drawing the other elders to look on at him while he waited, "You're my only hope against the humans that stole my family from me, and my only chance to get them back. I can't do this without you."

"If you really want to take on the nearby kingdoms then you're going to have to prove that you're able to. You're going to need to sacrifice something to this tribe to tie it to you, only then will you have my acceptance to use my tribe for your war."

The question on my mind from that point was very clear, "What exactly do you want?" My arms opened to show the little that I did own, but willing to give at his request, but he didn't want anything on me, he wanted something else that I had.

"That girl will do fine as a host for my grandson to be born. She will mate with my son, Ug'Voc and he will be a general in your army to lead my tribe." The demand was clear and in many ways sounded more like an order than just a simple request, but that alone was far more than agreeable to me at the time and I was happy to grant my nod of approval.

The orc that stepped free from the shadows was one of strength and power, a creature that stood tall in his clear alpha level charge of strong muscles and clear confident poise. Even without having to ask I could tell right away that this was the son that the leader had mentioned, wanting to see another generation started in his tribe before sending his people out to their glorious battle against the oppressive royalty that rested high into the north. To gain an army worthy of fighting such a threat I would be willing to offer more than just this pretty gem of a human female. With my nod her motions stepped forward, those soft eyes looking up at the rugged face of the strong and muscular orc that towered her by at least three feet. The size difference between them was something to look on at, but there was one final thing to be discussed.

"So she'll stay here while Ug'Voc leads the tribe?" The answer that I got though only gained more questions that were then immediately answered.

"No, she's going to go with him. A strong tribal leader needs a strong woman at his side in battle. We have a ritual that will make her birthing process only take a few days, and then you will all be off again."

At this I realized the answer clearly, this wasn't simply a tribe of brutes and barbarians. They had magic, they had traditions, they had culture all their own worth fighting and protecting. This was a tribe that would do well in the field, but for now we witnessed as those large hands took hold of Eri'ol by her hips, lifting her up to crush her already juicy cunny against his cloth covered member, showing her the size that she had to expect from him and listening to the soft squeak of her voice as she smiled to that same realization. I could see her already panting while he took her towards a thick post, something decorated in carvings that her back was soon pressed against and her body was crushed down on. Large breasts pushed against what chest muscles she did manage to have from her time as a guard would bring her head to lift up. The Ug'Voc seemed to enjoy the softness of her body, the slenderness that he didn't often get to witness with his own people, and when that cloth fell to the side this woman would find her head leaning back against that wooden post with a heavy and substantial thrust pushing straight into her body, one that she would never forget, and never betray.

Eri'ol wrapped her ankles around his waist, at least as far as she could with the thickness of his body crushing against her so expertly. Every driving thrust pushed the full length of his already throbbing dick to crush down against her beating walls that acted as the only part of her trying to crush back against him. I heard the sound of his tribesmen wooting for her, cheering her on as she took on that massive thickness, a sound that drew a deep reddened blush from her lips when it made her realize that their first mate-ship was going to be witnessed by the group around them. This needed to be done in order for those others to know the claim that their soon to be General was staking on her, allowing them to look on while he made this woman his and dedicated himself to her. Those closed human eyes finally opened when she looked back to me and the others, but then back to him with a soft pant and a determined gaze. The look that she had for him was one of lust, but one of devotion, if they were going to be together then she was going to be as strong as any female orc that might exist anywhere, not that we'd seen any yet at all. With another hard jab into her heated pussy, the fluids would squirt out, her lubricating need falling down across the side of that post and her fingers came together around the backside of his neck just to hold onto him as she surrendered herself to the forceful thrusts that he was delivering.

The sound of his dominant roar was something that I'd grow used to, but for the first time hearing it I remember feeling the ground shake under my tail. It was a call that drew a hush from those looking on before they all erupted in a towering cheer that filled the landscape around them. This beacon of like in a grass covered land now swallowed by the darkness of night called out into that star filled sky and cheered for their General mating with his female, calling out to her their acceptance into the tribe. Those hammering hips jammed into her, pushing her body up along the post only for gravity to allow her to slide back down just in time to be pushed up again. With the feeling of her own call mixing with theirs, her breath shattered, her lungs staggered to bring in more air and her body shook to the sensation of her legs quaking at the very feeling of having her cum not only ripped from her body by the force of his thrusts, but splattered about over her rump, her legs, even her hips and abs while the creamy fluid ran its way down the front of his lap and down to the ground below. Even with that, though, he wasn't going to slow down with her, driving her into an immediate follow up with another heavy wave of her fem-cum gushing from her depths. Ug'Voc wasn't far behind either, and with his own throbbing meat ready to pop inside of her the tight grip of her second climax forced her walls to collapse around his shaft and his own throbbing dick to finally pop within her, pumping hot, thick, juicy, orc seed to fill the spaces of her deep cunny. It wasn't just a little, it wasn't even just a lot, the flow the entered her forced her eyes wide, made her feeling as if she needed would never come down from this post as he dumped more and more into her until the point that his own cum burst from that tight seal and splashed across the ground to mix with her own. Not only the cum would fill her, though, this fertile orc was tasked with impregnating this woman and with that the feeling of one of his already prepared seeds to run down the length of his cock to slide past her deepest inner wall and force its way into her womb.

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Already Eri'ol was being tended to, she was being allowed down from that post and guided towards a hut that could help tend to the seed that had just been pushed into her body, but I wasn't able to follow. Most of what I know happening in that tent was what I found out later. Instead many of the orcs were still cheering, still about with their meats and mead. They were preparing for the celebration of the new prince that would be born, but all that my people could do was to try and stay out of their way while they enjoyed the very good news. The look that Ug'Voc gave me from there showed the appreciation for the gift that I'd given him in the well accepting human girl, but there was far more to it than just gratitude. It was the look of challenge, one that said that while he would do as his tribal leader instructed that he was only doing it because it was instructed by the leader. The very feeling that my power over my own army was going to amount to this man was shaky, but the agreement that we'd made was set and I knew that by honor alone he'd hold tight to my orders if I gave them. he was a creature that could help keep me honest while still making sure that I stayed strong throughout the war.

Having finished with Eri'ol and knowing that she was in need of preparation before he could see her again to check on his seed, Ug'Voc approached me, his heavy steps thundering and his height standing over me in a hulkish style that left me to stare back up at him. It was a frightening sight, but I knew to hold my own, knew to stand strong with this plant designed beast towering even my height. Instead I simply lifted up, using a bit of my tail to rise my height into eye level with him. This was a gesture that not only broke his stern expression, but even got him to laugh openly and heartedly while his heavy swinging hand crashed against my shoulder. The impact was likely a pat to him, but it was a full on swing to me and left my shoulder numb from the hit that landed. I fought the urge to rub my arm, though, and continued to stand strong so that I could try and impress him.

"You have yourself a strong army to stand tall with, naga, I expect that you will not disappoint when the time comes to act. For your gift to my tribe I have a gift to give you as well." At that point he'd reach easily into his pouch, feeling around the inside of it and then pulling out what looked to be a set of vials.

It was odd thinking that plant people would be into alchemy, but the more you think about it the more it makes sense given their connection with nature around them. I didn't have much of a choice in this either and with my hand reaching out to take the vials I'd look over the softly bubbling yellow substance. It didn't look dangerous at all, but it didn't look all that inviting either and did require a bit of explanation from him that he seemed pretty happy to give. I think he could see the confusion on my face despite my trying to hide it, but luckily for me the way that he talked about wasn't exactly complicated. Talented alchemists as they are, orcs have never been known for having very high intelligence. I was likely lucky that he even remembered to give me the correct bottles, honestly, but then again with as much honor as they cling to I doubt that they've ever even considered using poison for anything. Maybe seasoning.

"What you have is a nature improving potion. It will take your natural skills as a naga and lycan hybrid and make them much more powerful. If you choose to drink them then only drink one for now. It can be dangerous to become too powerful too quickly."

I've always found that statement to hold true in many cases, not just the potions, but in every aspect of life. Gaining power rapidly only seems to bring pain. Regardless, the party was already starting out where I was standing and with potions in hand a few of the lesser tribes members were already coming to fetch my new General for his mate so that he can take a look at her. I was permitted to follow, at least nobody stopped me when I did, and what I could see was an interesting display. The sight of a truly magical ritual to pass the seed safely, the only question was if it would work with a creature such as a human. What they told me was that the process would take a few days, and this alone meant that I was going to be out of my journey at least that long thanks to this orc refusing to move into the field without someone to sleep beside at nights. We did manage to find things to do, though, the party was only starting, the food was meat, the music was drums, and the night had only just started. It was a night that we were all going to remember, a night were the sun would rise and fall without anyone noticing, a night that could only be accomplished by celebration starved orcs looking to show off to a few outsiders just what kind of fun they were able to get up to.