Go and sign up for the Breeding Farm

Of course! The Breeding Farm! Why didn't you think of that sooner? The Farm is a place for any orc who doesn't have a mate to fuck the livestock of women they have. Most of which are beautiful cum crazed elves, the rest are women from other races that were hot enough or interesting enough to be brought to the farm.

The Breeding Farm is the only place that you know of where all the orc clans can come together and there won't be any hostility. The only place where all orcs are treated as brothers and all women are treated as cattle. You don't know where all the babies go after they are born, but you assume they are used as soldiers for the villages that have more hostile neighbors.

As you finally reach your destination, a large circular stone building, the kind of which you didn't think possible for orcs to create, you are greeted by a burly guard. "Halt!" he says, pressing his hand up to your chest. "State business, and clan."

"I've come to work, and I am from the clan of Soft Springs."

He eyes you carefully and takes a deep sniff. "Oh, sexually strong orc, you are." you nod. "Good, we need more of you lately. You aware of rules, yes?"

"No fighting, always share, and fuck as many bitches as possible," you respond.

"Good. Follow me." The guard says waiving you in

You follow him in, and are instantly bombarded by the smells of sex and the loud moans of women in heat, you can feel yourself getting hard already. The guard walks by all of it until you come to the training chambers. "Now," the guard says, "You are already a sexually strong orc but strong and experienced are not the same. For your first day, you should start to learn how to make an elf go insane with pleasure by fucking them. You have a lot of sluts to satisfy and you best learn how to do it as quickly as possible." Motioning behind him to a row of two dozen girls hung in fuck swings with their eyes and ears covered the guard says "Start with these and try and get them to cum quickly, once you are done find me or another guard. Oh and put this on". The guard hands you a small talisman marking you as a farm worker and with a slap on the back walks off without waiting for your response.

You look at the rows of hot wet naked elf bodies and feel your length go rock hard