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As Edelbert cries out as his orgasm overtakes him, M'Zurga continues to ride him, but rolls her hips slowly now, coaxing the young man's cock into emptying all that it has into her. The expressions on their faces in this moment are quite telling. Look upon them for a moment. Study them.
The expression Edelbert wears here is similar to the one all of the human men of Brisby wore in the end, old and young, both former husbands and their sons, when both their bodies and minds were driven over the point of no return by the Orcess who claimed them. For a large portion of these other men, perhaps a third of them, this had occurred months ago, on that first night when the village was conquered. For those, the outcome of their Orcess's efforts was now readily apparent in her large and swollen, pregnant belly. Soon, there will be a mass ritual, just as there was a formally conducted mass ritual of breeding following the unplanned and chaotic orgy on that first night, there will be a gathering where all equally expecting Orcesses will deliver together. Their human mates and these men's respective former wives and families will be made to watch, the human females will be made to assist in the deliveries, and as the air fills with the first squalls of healthy, newly born Orcish pups, a finalization of this knowledge will be etched into the human's minds: just as a coupling between a human male and Orcish female is natural and undeniable, so to is the outcome of Orcish children who typically bare little resemblance to their fathers.
During their mating, Edel had kept smoldering eye contact with the Orcess, his face almost an animal's snarl as the two of them rutted. But now, admirable in M'Zurga's opinion as his display was, that was over with. Now Edel could only shout with urgency and moan, his eyes squeezed shut in submission, acceptance, as his cock spasmed and erupted inside of the Orcess chieftain. As was natural.
M'Zurga's expression here reflects her approval of such a worthy young human mate. It is in this moment of conception, perhaps a softer expression than her norm. Of course, like a rare comet burning through the sky, in this moment of shutting his eyes, Edel does not see the pleased grin on the Orcess's flushed face. He has blinked and it is gone.
This pleasure is one side of a duality of feelings inside of M'Zurga, both valid, yet mirrored. The soft pleasure she shows here, not only at this inevitable outcome, but with the progress her chosen mate has shown, with the promise and validity he has thus far shown in proving himself to be an exceptional choice, is contrasted by a swelling and savage urge echoing inside of her to shout out at the top of her lungs as if victorious in battle, and proclaim conquest this in her kind's language. A deep, primal feeling of dominance and superiority, knowing that her healthy young human mate's bloodline has now been forever diverted, what was once a human lineage, now has been redirected and made Orcish.
Both of these exist within her in this moment, simultaneously equally pressing and equally true.
However... while it is exceedingly rare, it is not impossible for an Orcish child to be born who does indeed bear some signs of their human lineage. It is said, after all, within Orcish society itself, that the great Gur'ulak, the first of the chieftain warriors to unify the majority of the tribes and clans under his leadership, bore striking, flaming red hair and carried himself with strategic demeanor unfamiliar to the majority of Orcs.
As Edel's seed is welcomed into M'Zurga's fertile womb, the magical lizard beast's eyes flash... A ripple had been formed in the world's magical energies... For good or for bad, it was impossible to say. Not that there wasn't some expectation of what may occur years from now, but rather, because a lizard beast, magical and rare though they may be, is not capable of speech... and cannot tell, even if they wished to, what it is that they had sensed and in a collection of potential futures, have monetarily seen...
Date Mar 5, 2017UserwhitecoatRating ExplicitScore14(vote up)
"For the good of Orcs." In their tongue, it is "Ork'ga Th'rok Kaa." The phrase has many meanings, many interpretations and its translation from the Orcish to human dialect is not precise. Suffice it to say, it implies a general sense of elevation for Orcish kind, of improvement, betterment. Human men fathering healthy litters of Orcish pups, children that bear little resemblance to them and will be raised in the Orcish way, is "Ork'ga Th'rok Kaa." Every human male who is taught his place in Orcish society is "Ork'ga Th'rok Kaa."
But for a chieftain, an obedient mate who breeds Orcs is not enough. She must be sure of her judgment, certain of her decision that she has chosen the most worthy human within their village, a most worthy mate to father exceptional young. It is not a matter of simple obedience, of breaking the young man, for if that was what M'Zurga wished alone, she certainly could have done so by now. No. It was a matter of whether that streak of courage and spirit she had seen in the young man could be reinforced, strengthened in the Orcish way.
Weeks, months have passed since the fishing village of Brisby was sacked by the Orcess tribe. The claimed human men of the village already were accepting their new roles. And while not all readily admitted this, some had even begun to take great enjoyment in the act of mating with an Orcess. The constant unprotected and unrestrained sex, wildly rutting whenever the Orcess felt the desire, had become normal to the men, a daily part of life. And so it was in this way that every claimed man of the village, young and old, has now dutifully impregnated an Orcess, created new Orcish life inside of her with his human seed.
Except, that is, for one...
During all of this, and during the initial raid on Brisby, M'Zurga, the stalwart chieftain, had drank a very powerful tonic, a medicine strong enough to negate her Orcish fertility. While the other men in Edel's village were only taught their places, M'Zurga taught him his place and then watched to see how he would respond to these lessons.
The young man was becoming stronger, physically and mentally. But still retained a spark of his independence. M'Zurga was pleased. For one week, she stopped taking the strong medicine. And then, on the day of a successful hunt, where Edel savagely slew a wild boar as skillfully as any Orc could, she could no longer wait. Seeing him fight the massive hog, wrestling with it before ultimately slitting its throat with his knife, was a type of pornography to M'Zurga.
The two mated vigorously and for a very long time within the shaded forest. Edel had improved in this regard, too. As she rode him, M'Zurga could see a defiant look in his eyes. He bucked against her like a young stallion. Wishing to assert himself. To claim some foothold of if not dominance, of acknowledgment, as a male and as a mate. They switched positions several times, M'Zurga even briefly allowing him to be on top for a time, though he always would end beneath her again. Mating fiercely and for as long as possible was essential in making strong, healthy children. When Edel finally cried out as he shot his seed into her, M'Zurga was sure she would, as was typical of an Orcess, bear a healthy litter of three Orc pups. There was no cuddling after their act was over, but the two of them panted for breath together, sweated together, both aware of and content with what had transpired.
But, nearby, one of the magical creatures of the forest watched on, curious. These rare lizard beasts could sense the magical energies of the world and their presence usually correlated with some meaningful event taking place...
Date Mar 5, 2017UserwhitecoatRating QuestionableScore11(vote up)
M'Zurga the savage chieftain. By her edict, and with the assistance of strong medicines, her tribe is majority female, with only perhaps one in every eight to ten Orcish pups being born as males. These males are not mistreated, however, they are taught that they must only take an Orcish mate and never sire children with human females, as it is believed by M'Zurga and the strong Orcess warriors of her tribe that, despite the offspring created by an Orcish male breeding a human female still indeed being Orcish, a human mother is powerless but to pass her inherent weakness on to the child, a weakness of the spirit. This can prove to be quite hard for some of the male Orcs, as they, just like the Orcesses of the tribe, find the softer features that define humanity's appearance as attractive and have a primal desire to see that human's lineage, with their differently colored hair and smooth noses and skin, become Orcish.
M'Zurga does not allow these desires in an Orcish male to blossom, to be permissible, for she is all too aware of the bull-headed nature of the Orcish male, all too aware of what can transpire when Orcish males are permitted to indulge in this bred-in desire to pillage and crush and conquer without fore or afterthought. And so she maintains a firm grasp upon the nature of her tribe, a grip that is as equitable as is sensible to be, but is more so firm. Always firm.
But things were not always this way...
It is not acceptable to be overly emotional or contemplative of past sufferings in Orcish society, even on the Day of Remembrance when children and their parents reunite, as Orcish society does not function with human society's sentimentality and its concept of parental ownership of offspring. It is not fitting to weep or moan over things that cannot be undone.
And of course, for an Orc in high standing within the tribe, for example a chieftain, this kind of behavior would be seen as grounds for contesting their strength and character, their legitimacy.
And so there are very few who have heard the story of M'Zurga's youth.
Edelbert, the young human male the chieftain has claimed as her mate after witnessing his courage in attempting to defend his village against overwhelming odds, has grown in clout within the tribe since those first days when the fishing village of Brisby was conquered. While still, like most humans, even humans physically stronger than him, he is considered by most Orcesses to be "cute... but weak," some are also beginning to begrudgingly admit that he has a certain zeal about him, a certain spirit.
M'Zurga had taken to calling him W'ru'ruk'aa when she wished to, the word meaning "The White One," due to his blonde hair, but with the "aa" ending the Orcish word indicated a quality of softness, even femininity, making the translation more accurate as something like "The Little White One." Sometimes when feeling particularly randy she would call him this while mounting him, coaxing him into crying out as he neared orgasm, with the use of her strong hands on his body and throat, the sensation of her Orcish pussy on his erect human cock and with the way that she smelled and tasted and rode him far more erotically than any human female could, that he was indeed "her little W'ru'ruk'aa." The redundancy in his stating "little" in the human tongue and then using the Orcish phrase that already conveyed that idea was, to M'Zurga in those moments of particularly randy and dominant sex, even more erotic; in time his errors would be corrected and he would speak near fluent Orcish, but for now, she relished in her human mate's difficulties in speaking her language.
But these moments of sex aside, even more importantly, when it came to negotiations with other tribes over goods or borders, Edelbert's quietly confident, analytical demeanor complimented M'Zurga's more bold and aggressive personality well and M'Zurga herself recognized the fact. She was beginning to believe that the time would come where Edel would have to prove his worth to the tribe in such a manner that they will have no choice but to accept him as not only her mate, but as her advisor. A rarity, for a claimed human male to achieve a position of such importance within the tribe. He naturally had qualities of a leader, qualities he never would have been able to employ as a fisherman's apprentice. But M'Zurga did not yet believe that Edel would be able to defeat an Orcish challenger in hand to hand combat, as is what would happen if his potential position as her advisor was contested...
Regardless, M'Zurga felt she had chosen her mate well.
And so perhaps it is due to all of this that, on the evening of the Day of Remembrance, a day she spent alone, aside from Edel -- so rare on this day, for an Orcess not to be surrounded with all of the many now-grown pups she birthed for the tribe -- she discovered herself talking to Edel and sharing with him, with terse description and a measured tone of voice, what the days were like for her long ago, when she was much younger and not as strong as she has become... .
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M'Zurga had been born into a tribe run by a chieftain named Nugh'nuk, the son of the tribe's prior chieftain, Ag'nuk. While Ag'nuk was a stern, but well rounded ruler, Nugh'nuk was driven by madness, both exceedingly cruel to those who opposed him and to those within his own tribe. At least the warriors of the tribes who came into conflict with Nugh'nuk's suffering ended with their deaths, the suffering of the Orcs within Nugh'nuk's tribe and the captive Orcs it took in from these tribes it conquered continued with every day they drew breath. Food rationed to the point of starvation for those Nugh'nuk did not feel contributed properly to his tribe, labor to the point of utter exhaustion, no chances for glory or accomplishment for any but Nugh'nuk, who claimed all things.
Including the females of the tribe...
All and any of them that he wished...
Obsessed with propagating his own image, Nugh'nuk would claim dominion over the females of the tribe, other Orc's mates, their sisters, their daughters and rape and impregnate them. Any Orc who attempted to fight back would be restrained by Nugh'nuk's guard, Orcs so fearful of their tyrannical leader that despite knowing they lacked honor, they still obeyed his foul commands.
For many, this was the final straw. And yet still, out of fear, they did not act as one. The long torment had left deep scars.
The solemnity of an Orc and Orcess entering into matehood, while different in some cultural regards -- the children they create, for example, are moreso considered the property of the tribe than the property of their parents unlike in human society -- was not entirely dissimilar from the human concept of marriage, particularly for two battle-tested individuals whose regard for one another had grown over years of both shared conflict and shared trust.
Two such Orcs with a long and storied relationship that had grown from shared conflict and shared battlescars were Azog and Urdna. Warriors who had faithfully stood alongside the prior chieftain, who had devoted so much of their essence and lives to fighting for the good of the tribe, for its existence and its prosperity, that they had only one single child: young M'Zurga.
When Nugh'nuk came to their to tent to visit, though she had only just reached the beginnings of adulthood, Nugh'nuk had not paused.
"Though you served my father well, your lack of confidence in my leadership disappoints me. I no longer need you, Azog. The tribe no longer needs you. Your own clan no longer needs you. They're mine now, after all. I've ended your bloodline. It's all... MINE."
Laying on the ground, bruised and defiled, raped, M'Zurga can still remember her father, who had been beaten and tortured and ultimately restrained by four other Orcs and forced to kneel, then roaring like a beast, his rage empowering him with the strength to throw off the ones holding him down. Though bleeding from the many wounds that had been inflicting upon him, Azog had rushed at Nugh'nuk like a lion at its prey. The mad chieftain had attempted to back away, calling out for his guards to rise and defend him, but strong hands had grasped him from behind. It was M'Zurga's mother, Urdna, still nude, Nugh'nuk's contemptible seed staining her inner thigh. "Kill him!" she had shouted to her mate.
And so Azog had attempted, pummeling the face of the mad chieftain with powerful bare-fisted blows that would mar and mark his visage until his dying day...
...But what stopped Azog's assault was not Nugh'nuk's death, his skull or neck breaking, but the drawn Orcish steel of the mad chieftain's guards.
"Brothers!" Azog had panted, as he looked over his shoulder at the other Orcs, the mad chieftain still restrained by his mate. "Stand with me! This monster dies now! We are freed of his madness now!"
"Do you really... think it so easy?" the mad chieftain spoke in a cracked voice, now as desiccated as what passed as his code of honor. "Be sure of it then... And be sure to always look about you... I have planted deep roots for my rule, roots to support such a mighty thing... Be sure these roots do not find you, my guard. Your clans, which have prospered while others suffered... Be sure these roots do not suffocate you..."
The guards had paused.
Everything had paused then.
And M'Zurga remembers feeling something that she now knew to be hope. Then, as a young Orcess who had spent her blissfully ignorant years as a pup under the rule of Ag'nuk, a dream she could barely remember, and who had then spent her years as a young adult under the tyranny of Nugh'nuk, hope was not something she was strongly acquainted with. But she had felt it for that moment, laying there, and felt it strongly enough that when it had been pulled away, revealed to be only an illusion, she has never forgotten this feeling.
Her father had died that day in the tent of his clan, where both his mate and daughter had been raped before him, impaled on the swords of Orcs he had called brothers, but who had become too crippled with fear to remember their own Orcish pride.
M'zurga's mother, Urdna, was publicly executed for treason. She remained defiant to the end, even as the kindling at her feet was soaked in oil. Even once the torch's sputtering tip was touched to it.
And M'Zurga herself was taken as the property of Nugh'nuk.
Ag'nuk's former advisor was also publicly executed, for the crime of speaking out against Nugh'nuk's destructive policies, for warning him that through his tyrannical rule he was setting not only this tribe on a path towards ruination, but himself towards a path of eternal dishonor and torment when the day came that his fore bearers judged his deeds in the afterlife. For daring to speak so sharply of the chieftain, the Orc was not only executed, but first tortured and then his body defaced in such a way that in keeping with Orcish beliefs of the afterlife, it would be the advisor who would find himself suffering eternal dishonor and torment when he awoke up its shores.
Atrocities like this became more common than ever. Nugh'nuk spiraled further into his insanity.
M'Zurga was horrified that she was beginning to show signs of her pregnancy and she refused to bear this tyrant's dishonorable offspring. She decided one evening she would finish the job her parents started and kill him, even if it killed her...
"M'Zurga... I am so sorry that this happened to you," Edel spoke. The two were laying in M'Zurga's bed, made of soft skins and animal furs, large and strong enough to support their shared weight, though perhaps not strong enough to support their more enthusiastic moments of enthusiastic and animalistic mating. Not that M'Zurga was currently in the mood for such things. She was laying with her back towards her mate, speaking in a bit of a deadpan voice as she recollected this tale from long ago. Edel had one arm draped around the Orcess's larger body, gently cupping her breast. The comfort that such a simple gesture provided was very alien, very surprising for M'Zurga.
"Don't be," M'Zurga responded shortly. "Nugh'nuk was stronger than me, at that time. Now, I am strong. It will never happen again."
"I... believe that," Edel said. "But, you didn't deserve that, M'Zurga. No one in that story deserved such... unimaginable cruelty."
"There is no such thing as 'deserve.' The strong can take from the weak. If the strong are malicious, they will. It is how the world has always operated."
"And I... I can't disagree with that. I only meant to say, I'm sorry for what happened to you at that time. To that younger M'Zurga who had to see and... suffer such horrible things... I..."
M'Zurga said nothing for so long, that Edel began to regret his words. Until finally, M'Zurga placed her hand over Edel's own, his hand that was upon her breast, and, for only a moment, briefly and softly squeezed it. "I know what you meant, W'ru'ruk'aa."
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2017-03-06 06:27:38>> #263162
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2017-03-06 00:46:45>> #263137
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2017-03-06 04:28:20>> #263148
the artist included a story in his description box. unfortunately we lack such a space, so i made use of our comment section.
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2017-03-06 02:31:22>> #263141
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2017-03-05 23:04:51>> #263129
The expression Edelbert wears here is similar to the one all of the human men of Brisby wore in the end, old and young, both former husbands and their sons, when both their bodies and minds were driven over the point of no return by the Orcess who claimed them. For a large portion of these other men, perhaps a third of them, this had occurred months ago, on that first night when the village was conquered. For those, the outcome of their Orcess's efforts was now readily apparent in her large and swollen, pregnant belly. Soon, there will be a mass ritual, just as there was a formally conducted mass ritual of breeding following the unplanned and chaotic orgy on that first night, there will be a gathering where all equally expecting Orcesses will deliver together. Their human mates and these men's respective former wives and families will be made to watch, the human females will be made to assist in the deliveries, and as the air fills with the first squalls
of healthy, newly born Orcish pups, a finalization of this knowledge will be etched into the human's minds: just as a coupling between a human male and Orcish female is natural and undeniable, so to is the outcome of Orcish children who typically bare little resemblance to their fathers.
During their mating, Edel had kept smoldering eye contact with the Orcess, his face almost an animal's snarl as the two of them rutted. But now, admirable in M'Zurga's opinion as his display was, that was over with. Now Edel could only shout with urgency and moan, his eyes squeezed shut in submission, acceptance, as his cock spasmed and erupted inside of the Orcess chieftain. As was natural.
M'Zurga's expression here reflects her approval of such a worthy young human mate. It is in this moment of conception, perhaps a softer expression than her norm. Of course, like a rare comet burning through the sky, in this moment of shutting his eyes, Edel does not see the pleased grin on the Orcess's flushed face. He has blinked and it is gone.
This pleasure is one side of a duality of feelings inside of M'Zurga, both valid, yet mirrored. The soft pleasure she shows here, not only at this inevitable outcome, but with the progress her chosen mate has shown, with the promise and validity he has thus far shown in proving himself to be an exceptional choice, is contrasted by a swelling and savage urge echoing inside of her to shout out at the top of her lungs as if victorious in battle, and proclaim conquest this in her kind's language. A deep, primal feeling of dominance and superiority, knowing that her healthy young human mate's bloodline has now been forever diverted, what was once a human lineage, now has been redirected and made Orcish.
Both of these exist within her in this moment, simultaneously equally pressing and equally true.
However... while it is exceedingly rare, it is not impossible for an Orcish child to be born who does indeed bear some signs of their human lineage. It is said, after all, within Orcish society itself, that the great Gur'ulak, the first of the chieftain warriors to unify the majority of the tribes and clans under his leadership, bore striking, flaming red hair and carried himself with strategic demeanor unfamiliar to the majority of Orcs.
As Edel's seed is welcomed into M'Zurga's fertile womb, the magical lizard beast's eyes flash... A ripple had been formed in the world's magical energies... For good or for bad, it was impossible to say. Not that there wasn't some expectation of what may occur years from now, but rather, because a lizard beast, magical and rare though they may be, is not capable of speech... and cannot tell, even if they wished to, what it is that they had sensed and in a collection of potential futures, have monetarily seen...
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2017-05-02 00:37:13>> #268297
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2017-03-05 23:03:44>> #263128
But for a chieftain, an obedient mate who breeds Orcs is not enough. She must be sure of her judgment, certain of her decision that she has chosen the most worthy human within their village, a most worthy mate to father exceptional young. It is not a matter of simple obedience, of breaking the young man, for if that was what M'Zurga wished alone, she certainly could have done so by now. No. It was a matter of whether that streak of courage and spirit she had seen in the young man could be reinforced, strengthened in the Orcish way.
Weeks, months have passed since the fishing village of Brisby was sacked by the Orcess tribe. The claimed human men of the village already were accepting their new roles. And while not all readily admitted this, some had even begun to take great enjoyment in the act of mating with an Orcess. The constant unprotected and unrestrained sex, wildly rutting whenever the Orcess felt the desire, had become normal to the men, a daily part of life. And so it was in this way that every claimed man of the village, young and old, has now dutifully impregnated an Orcess, created new Orcish life inside of her with his human seed.
Except, that is, for one...
During all of this, and during the initial raid on Brisby, M'Zurga, the stalwart chieftain, had drank a very powerful tonic, a medicine strong enough to negate her Orcish fertility. While the other men in Edel's village were only taught their places, M'Zurga taught him his place and then watched to see how he would respond to these lessons.
The young man was becoming stronger, physically and mentally. But still retained a spark of his independence. M'Zurga was pleased. For one week, she stopped taking the strong medicine. And then, on the day of a successful hunt, where Edel savagely slew a wild boar as skillfully as any Orc could, she could no longer wait. Seeing him fight the massive hog, wrestling with it before ultimately slitting its throat with his knife, was a type of pornography to M'Zurga.
The two mated vigorously and for a very long time within the shaded forest. Edel had improved in this regard, too. As she rode him, M'Zurga could see a defiant look in his eyes. He bucked against her like a young stallion. Wishing to assert himself. To claim some foothold of if not dominance, of acknowledgment, as a male and as a mate. They switched positions several times, M'Zurga even briefly allowing him to be on top for a time, though he always would end beneath her again. Mating fiercely and for as long as possible was essential in making strong, healthy children. When Edel finally cried out as he shot his seed into her, M'Zurga was sure she would, as was typical of an Orcess, bear a healthy litter of three Orc pups. There was no cuddling after their act was over, but the two of them panted for breath together, sweated together, both aware of and content with what had transpired.
But, nearby, one of the magical creatures of the forest watched on, curious. These rare lizard beasts could sense the magical energies of the world and their presence usually correlated with some meaningful event taking place...
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2017-03-05 23:02:39>> #263127
M'Zurga does not allow these desires in an Orcish male to blossom, to be permissible, for she is all too aware of the bull-headed nature of the Orcish male, all too aware of what can transpire when Orcish males are permitted to indulge in this bred-in desire to pillage and crush and conquer without fore or afterthought. And so she maintains a firm grasp upon the nature of her tribe, a grip that is as equitable as is sensible to be, but is more so firm. Always firm.
But things were not always this way...
It is not acceptable to be overly emotional or contemplative of past sufferings in Orcish society, even on the Day of Remembrance when children and their parents reunite, as Orcish society does not function with human society's sentimentality and its concept of parental ownership of offspring. It is not fitting to weep or moan over things that cannot be undone.
And of course, for an Orc in high standing within the tribe, for example a chieftain, this kind of behavior would be seen as grounds for contesting their strength and character, their legitimacy.
And so there are very few who have heard the story of M'Zurga's youth.
Edelbert, the young human male the chieftain has claimed as her mate after witnessing his courage in attempting to defend his village against overwhelming odds, has grown in clout within the tribe since those first days when the fishing village of Brisby was conquered. While still, like most humans, even humans physically stronger than him, he is considered by most Orcesses to be "cute... but weak," some are also beginning to begrudgingly admit that he has a certain zeal about him, a certain spirit.
M'Zurga had taken to calling him W'ru'ruk'aa when she wished to, the word meaning "The White One," due to his blonde hair, but with the "aa" ending the Orcish word indicated a quality of softness, even femininity, making the translation more accurate as something like "The Little White One." Sometimes when feeling particularly randy she would call him this while mounting him, coaxing him into crying out as he neared orgasm, with the use of her strong hands on his body and throat, the sensation of her Orcish pussy on his erect human cock and with the way that she smelled and tasted and rode him far more erotically than any human female could, that he was indeed "her little W'ru'ruk'aa." The redundancy in his stating "little" in the human tongue and then using the Orcish phrase that already conveyed that idea was, to M'Zurga in those moments of particularly randy and dominant sex, even more erotic; in time his errors would be corrected and he would speak
near
fluent Orcish, but for now, she relished in her human mate's difficulties in speaking her language.
But these moments of sex aside, even more importantly, when it came to negotiations with other tribes over goods or borders, Edelbert's quietly confident, analytical demeanor complimented M'Zurga's more bold and aggressive personality well and M'Zurga herself recognized the fact. She was beginning to believe that the time would come where Edel would have to prove his worth to the tribe in such a manner that they will have no choice but to accept him as not only her mate, but as her advisor. A rarity, for a claimed human male to achieve a position of such importance within the tribe. He naturally had qualities of a leader, qualities he never would have been able to employ as a fisherman's apprentice. But M'Zurga did not yet believe that Edel would be able to defeat an Orcish challenger in hand to hand combat, as is what would happen if his potential position as her advisor was contested...
Regardless, M'Zurga felt she had chosen her mate well.
And so perhaps it is due to all of this that, on the evening of the Day of Remembrance, a day she spent alone, aside from Edel -- so rare on this day, for an Orcess not to be surrounded with all of the many now-grown pups she birthed for the tribe -- she discovered herself talking to Edel and sharing with him, with terse description and a measured tone of voice, what the days were like for her long ago, when she was much younger and not as strong as she has become...
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M'Zurga had been born into a tribe run by a chieftain named Nugh'nuk, the son of the tribe's prior chieftain, Ag'nuk. While Ag'nuk was a stern, but well rounded ruler, Nugh'nuk was driven by madness, both exceedingly cruel to those who opposed him and to those within his own tribe. At least the warriors of the tribes who came into conflict with Nugh'nuk's suffering ended with their deaths, the suffering of the Orcs within Nugh'nuk's tribe and the captive Orcs it took in from these tribes it conquered continued with every day they drew breath. Food rationed to the point of starvation for those Nugh'nuk did not feel contributed properly to his tribe, labor to the point of utter exhaustion, no chances for glory or accomplishment for any but Nugh'nuk, who claimed all things.
Including the females of the tribe...
All and any of them that he wished...
Obsessed with propagating his own image, Nugh'nuk would claim dominion over the females of the tribe, other Orc's mates, their sisters, their daughters and rape and impregnate them. Any Orc who attempted to fight back would be restrained by Nugh'nuk's guard, Orcs so fearful of their tyrannical leader that despite knowing they lacked honor, they still obeyed his foul commands.
For many, this was the final straw. And yet still, out of fear, they did not act as one. The long torment had left deep scars.
The solemnity of an Orc and Orcess entering into matehood, while different in some cultural regards -- the children they create, for example, are moreso considered the property of the tribe than the property of their parents unlike in human society -- was not entirely dissimilar from the human concept of marriage, particularly for two battle-tested individuals whose regard for one another had grown over years of both shared conflict and shared trust.
Two such Orcs with a long and storied relationship that had grown from shared conflict and shared battlescars were Azog and Urdna. Warriors who had faithfully stood alongside the prior chieftain, who had devoted so much of their essence and lives to fighting for the good of the tribe, for its existence and its prosperity, that they had only one single child: young M'Zurga.
When Nugh'nuk came to their to tent to visit, though she had only just reached the beginnings of adulthood, Nugh'nuk had not paused.
"Though you served my father well, your lack of confidence in my leadership disappoints me. I no longer need you, Azog. The tribe no longer needs you. Your own clan no longer needs you. They're mine now, after all. I've ended your bloodline. It's all... MINE."
Laying on the ground, bruised and defiled, raped, M'Zurga can still remember her father, who had been beaten and tortured and ultimately restrained by four other Orcs and forced to kneel, then roaring like a beast, his rage empowering him with the strength to throw off the ones holding him down. Though bleeding from the many wounds that had been inflicting upon him, Azog had rushed at Nugh'nuk like a lion at its prey. The mad chieftain had attempted to back away, calling out for his guards to rise and defend him, but strong hands had grasped him from behind. It was M'Zurga's mother, Urdna, still nude, Nugh'nuk's contemptible seed staining her inner thigh. "Kill him!" she had shouted to her mate.
And so Azog had attempted, pummeling the face of the mad chieftain with powerful bare-fisted blows that would mar and mark his visage until his dying day...
...But what stopped Azog's assault was not Nugh'nuk's death, his skull or neck breaking, but the drawn Orcish steel of the mad chieftain's guards.
"Brothers!" Azog had panted, as he looked over his shoulder at the other Orcs, the mad chieftain still restrained by his mate. "Stand with me! This monster dies now! We are freed of his madness now!"
"Do you really... think it so easy?" the mad chieftain spoke in a cracked voice, now as desiccated as what passed as his code of honor. "Be sure of it then... And be sure to always look about you... I have planted deep roots for my rule, roots to support such a mighty thing... Be sure these roots do not find you, my guard. Your clans, which have prospered while others suffered... Be sure these roots do not suffocate you..."
The guards had paused.
Everything had paused then.
And M'Zurga remembers feeling something that she now knew to be hope. Then, as a young Orcess who had spent her blissfully ignorant years as a pup under the rule of Ag'nuk, a dream she could barely remember, and who had then spent her years as a young adult under the tyranny of Nugh'nuk, hope was not something she was strongly acquainted with. But she had felt it for that moment, laying there, and felt it strongly enough that when it had been pulled away, revealed to be only an illusion, she has never forgotten this feeling.
Her father had died that day in the tent of his clan, where both his mate and daughter had been raped before him, impaled on the swords of Orcs he had called brothers, but who had become too crippled with fear to remember their own Orcish pride.
M'zurga's mother, Urdna, was publicly executed for treason. She remained defiant to the end, even as the kindling at her feet was soaked in oil. Even once the torch's sputtering tip was touched to it.
And M'Zurga herself was taken as the property of Nugh'nuk.
Ag'nuk's former advisor was also publicly executed, for the crime of speaking out against Nugh'nuk's destructive policies, for warning him that through his tyrannical rule he was setting not only this tribe on a path towards ruination, but himself towards a path of eternal dishonor and torment when the day came that his fore bearers judged his deeds in the afterlife. For daring to speak so sharply of the chieftain, the Orc was not only executed, but first tortured and then his body defaced in such a way that in keeping with Orcish beliefs of the afterlife, it would be the advisor who would find himself suffering eternal dishonor and torment when he awoke up its shores.
Atrocities like this became more common than ever. Nugh'nuk spiraled further into his insanity.
M'Zurga was horrified that she was beginning to show signs of her pregnancy and she refused to bear this tyrant's dishonorable offspring. She decided one evening she would finish the job her parents started and kill him, even if it killed her...
"M'Zurga... I am so sorry that this happened to you," Edel spoke. The two were laying in M'Zurga's bed, made of soft skins and animal furs, large and strong enough to support their shared weight, though perhaps not strong enough to support their more enthusiastic moments of enthusiastic and animalistic mating. Not that M'Zurga was currently in the mood for such things. She was laying with her back towards her mate, speaking in a bit of a deadpan voice as she recollected this tale from long ago. Edel had one arm draped around the Orcess's larger body, gently cupping her breast. The comfort that such a simple gesture provided was very alien, very surprising for M'Zurga.
"Don't be," M'Zurga responded shortly. "Nugh'nuk was stronger than me, at that time. Now, I am strong. It will never happen again."
"I... believe that," Edel said. "But, you didn't deserve that, M'Zurga. No one in that story deserved such... unimaginable cruelty."
"There is no such thing as 'deserve.' The strong can take from the weak. If the strong are malicious, they will. It is how the world has always operated."
"And I... I can't disagree with that. I only meant to say, I'm sorry for what happened to you at that time. To that younger M'Zurga who had to see and... suffer such horrible things... I..."
M'Zurga said nothing for so long, that Edel began to regret his words. Until finally, M'Zurga placed her hand over Edel's own, his hand that was upon her breast, and, for only a moment, briefly and softly squeezed it. "I know what you meant, W'ru'ruk'aa."