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[b][u][center]Mom's Orc Toy

For a-lycotonum

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Urzog stood outside of the family hut with a wince on his face and his shoulders hunched. It didn't matter that the orc had been there a hundred times before since moving out. It didn't matter that the hut was the place that he used to live. It didn't matter that it was probably the safest place in the universe for someone like him.

What mattered was that his mom was inside, and the sorceress was going to try, yet again, to convince him to come home and go back to the raiding game rather than attending college and trying to better himself.

Urzog hunched against the doorframe, leaning against it and building up the gumption to go inside. Even though he looked all orcish from the outside, he had his mother's blood in him, her human blood that made him smart enough to qualify for college in the first place. He would have thought that she'd be happy for him, that she'd encourage him to defy his father's more bestial instincts and be something better.

[i]Nope. That's not happening.[/i]

Urzog sighed, shaking his head as he looked up at the flap of leather blocking off the inside of the hut from the rest of the little village. He could feel the eyes of the rest of the warband on him, judging him for leaving them when his father had done such a good job leading them on raid after raid.

Well, until he'd been killed by adventurers, that was. Adventurers like the people he went to school with.

[i]That's what your life is now. You decided to turn your back on this. Just...tell her. This is the last time you're coming home, and you're never visiting again if the old witch doesn't get her head out of her ass.[/i]

Old witch. Not that she'd look it, he was sure.

Taking a deep breath, the half-orc bit the bullet and stepped inside.

Just like always, his mother, the sorceress Alyssa, wore her black rags along her shoulders and waist. They were barely sufficient to cover her breasts and crotch, and if she turned, he knew that her ass would be basically bare. His father hand loved that; it always made him uncomfortable.

The pale woman turned around, looking at him with a cocky smile.

“So, did you finally get your head out of your ass and remember what's right for you?"

“I came here to tell you that I signed up for another semester at college. The Fighter's College, actually."

“Pfft. Not like it'll matter. Come on. You know what your father would want," she said, standing up from her cauldron. Her breasts even [i]bounced.[/i] How did that even happen? “You know he'd want you to take the warband and start raiding into the central lands."

“And that'd get everyone killed. That's how he died."

“Then do it differently. But take control!" The witch-woman grabbed his hands, squeezing them. “Be the orc that you were born to be, Urzog. Come on. You know you can do it."

“Mom, I'm not here to command an army. I'm here to rest a bit between semesters, and…"

He sighed. He had wanted to talk sense with her, maybe talk about what they could do to disperse the warband properly so that the rest of the orcs didn't get killed, but he could already tell that there was no point trying. She had already decided that he had to be his father, and that was all there was to it.

[i]Maybe there's some room by the road to put up a tent,[/i] he thought, turning away from her.

No sooner had he made a half-turn before she grabbed his chin and yanked his head back around. He grunted in shock, particularly as she leaned in, their noses bumping.

“Now you listen here, Urzog. I'm your mother and I know what's best for you. You are going to be a raider, and that's that."

“You - mmmph!"

The sudden kiss was bad enough, but no sooner had their lips locked than he felt something else. A tingle, a familiar heat that he recognized from his mother's many potions. Urzog's eyes went wide as he pulled back, gasping, rubbing his face.

“What the hell?! What did you give me, witch?!"

“Just a little something to speak to the orcish side of you," she said, backing up towards the bed in the back of the hut. “Just something that always stirred your father before we...went to bed…"

“What the - nnngh - what the hell…what the hell is wrong with you?" he grunted, his words slurring as his mouth felt like it was on fire. A spice, a heat, a smoky feeling that was spreading through the rest of his head.

“Nothing that a big, fat dick can't cure…"

“That's...that's disgus...gus…"

It was hard to think and harder to talk, almost like he was a bit drunk. Except being drunk didn't make him feel this hot. He was sweating like a pig, and his leather clothes were not helping. He pulled at them clumsily, undoing the knots that held his cloak and pack on and letting them fall to the floor. His shirt followed, and his boots came after, leaving him in just a pair of pants.

He looked up, panting as the heat continued to fill his head, and his eyes fell upon his mother again.

Mother. The word barely seemed to make any sense as he looked at the woman before him, the female lifting the black rags that covered her sex. She smirked at him, her lips turned up in a toothy smile that imitated a smug orc. She ran a finger along her sex, getting it damp before flicking it at him.

A silvery string of feminine juices arced through the air before landing in his mouth, and he swallowed without thinking.

“Be bound to me, brute, just as your father was," she said, whispering in a voice that he barely understood. “Your body will follow my will, and your mind will be filled with my whims. Come to me...join with me…"

Join with her.

Join with mother.

Join with female.

The human side of him was screaming in protest at what his body was being made to do, but there was nothing that could be done as the big green half-orc stepped over to the bed. His cock was throbbing hard, almost ready to burst through his pants, and he grinned dumbly at his mother as she reached up to stroke him.

“Mmmm, yes. Slightly bigger than your father's, I think."

“Mmmph...big cock for...hot woman…"

“Good, good. Let all those nasty thoughts slip out of your head, dear. Mommy will take care of those for you. Mommy will do all the thinking."

He nodded, happy to let that go. Some little bit of screaming continued to fill his head as she made room for him on the bed, but the smoke suppressed it, made it harder to focus on that and easier to focus on the female.

She was hot. Hot and pale, a different color compared to his green skin. He grinned as he moved between her thighs, pushing her on all fours and rubbing a blunt finger up between her legs. It was so wet, so warm.

“You want a taste before fucking me?" she asked.

“Mmmph…"

“Stick a finger in and suck on that. I don't want to be gored by those tusks."

“Mmmph, yes, mom."

He stuck a finger inside, alright, ramming it in good and deep. The human hissed softly at the penetration, but she seemed to like it from the way that she clenched down on him. He wriggled it around like he had shoved it up his nose rather than into something for breeding, then pulled it back.

It was covered in her juices, and he gave it a long, slow lick. It was just what he wanted, and moaned as his cock DID rip through his pants, popping out to play.

She didn't need to tell him what to do next. Nobody needed to be told what to do next at that point.

Urzog thrust forward, piercing between his mother's pussy lips and going right up to her womb. She grabbed the bed tight, holding herself down as he rutted her, fucked her, and he groaned as he felt her pussy gripping him tight right from the start.

The former college student grabbed her around the hips, pulling her close the way that he had seen his father do with innumerable captives of war before the witch became part of the warband. He fucked her, lifting one of her legs in the air as he had seen his father do with her before, holding her down and using her like the breeding slut he was.

He fucked her, rutted her, even as he felt his tusks come in more strongly, curling over themselves and pulling back to form a more bestial face for him.

“That's it...fuck mommy...fuck out all that humanity of yours...give it to me and just be a good, dumb orc…" the long-haired witch whispered to him, reaching back and gripping his balls. “Empty these for mommy...give her everything you have…"

He moaned, nodding, thrusting in and holding himself there. Her rippling inner walls took him over the edge, and he came. Every sharp throb, every quick pulse of his cock shot a little more cum inside of her, and as he drained himself, the screaming in the back of his head slowly faded away.

In its place was a simple confidence, surety in what he was. An orc. Dumb? Yeah, but who cared? All he had to do was scream and swing a sword and lead the rest of the warband in conquest. His female would do the thinking.

Female…

There was something more to her than that, but he didn't think it mattered. Besides, he had a lot to do. Sword to sharpen. Armor to make. Books to burn.

It was time to be an orc for real.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]