It's over. (Orc Tribe Breeder Bad End!)

Time became a blur when you blacked out in Gurzaab's tent. You woke, and were bent over a drum, having your ass fucked hard by a slobbering orc. Then darkness took you. You woke up suddenly, and found that your arms and legs had been bound to the large totem that had been placed in the middle of the camp. Looking down groggily, you become aware of a fat orc cock slamming in and out of your once-tight, once virginal asshole, your pussy completely ignored. Though your paladin pussy must have been used very recently, judging by the cum leaking out. Closing your eyes and trying to get used to the overwhelming fullness that you felt from that savage ass fucking, you think. Orc cum, you recall, is very potent, which compensates for the difference in biology. This is because there are no orc females. The orcs have to resort to **** maidens from other races, be they humans, elves, goblins, dwarfs or... half elves. You knew that with this much cum inside you, there was no way that you'd get through today without becoming pregnant, let alone the rest of your capture. But while the idea would have shocked and horrified you a few days ago, right now you just feel... Apathetic. You knew deep down that you would never escape this fate. The orcs would never let you out of their sight until you were heavily pregnant. And by then... Who knows. You just hope that you survive the pregnancy... Of course, orc babies are large, and pregnancy could be fatal to weaker woman. But, you think, this is probably why you've been made as tribe whore. They think you are strong, and will survive to give birth to many orc pups. And with that thought, you pass out once more.

When you awoke again, you were in a carriage. And it was moving. Blinking in surprise, sitting up and looking around, your eyes widen. You were being taken somewhere. Maybe you had been saved, and the people of Barrowden were bringing your injured form back to the town, back to finish your quest! Your heart surging in hope, you push open one of the carriage flaps and poke your head out. And your heart sinks. You are in the middle of a procession of about 20 orcs, who are clearly on the move. Barrowden, it seemed, had become bad raiding, and they had secured a new prize. A breeder. It was time for the tribe to move on to greener pastures. Your waking up didn't go unnoticed however, and the orcs let out a cheer. "She awake! Me turn first!" An orc next to you shouts, and jumps up onto carriage, which is being pulled by two oxen, doubtless stolen. And, feeling your mouth suddenly spread wide around a green, uncut, rather sweaty cock, you shut your eyes and give in, sucking the invading cock like the tribe whore you will become. Each orc takes their turn with you as the tribe travels, and you give no struggle or fight. You know it's pointless. Your armour is destroyed and your sword has been shattered.

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It had been a few months after you had lost against the Shattertoof tribe. Your belly bulged prodigiously, which the tribe fawned over and enjoyed patting very much. That didn't stop them from filling you every single day and every single night. You become acutely familiar with each tribe member's cock, what they like, if they prefer vaginal or anal, how quickly they cum and how rough they are. And you do not resist. Oddly enough, you start to enjoy this rather simple life. You see the love that the orcs look at you and your belly with. You realise that you are quite literally the future of the tribe, the beating heart. And the faith of Lucretia, something you continue to honour and worship, does show a huge amount of love for mothers... Your life is little more than sitting on a pile of furs, nursing your growing belly, and sucking, cleaning and taking orc cock. Eventually, you start to participate in the tribal dances and occasional feasts, where you have a seat of honour. They feed you well at least, the best meals go to you. They want their breeder as strong as possible of course. Life could be better, but it could be a lot worse. Here, you have a family. And soon, that family would have kids...

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It's been a year into your captivity. You have just given birth to 3 large, green babies. Giving birth was incredibly painful, and you nearly died from it, but you've recovered since then. Each baby is large, and nurses eagerly from your swollen breasts, even larger than usual, making your form amusingly top heavy. After giving you a few weeks to recover, (the orcs only used your mouth and were unusually gentle) you return to taking them inside you once more. And, in a few months, your belly will swell up with orc young once more. You've survived one pregnancy, and now probably survive another. You are fully part of the tribe now, and you love it. This is your life, and you take pleasure in mating with the orcs, and tribal tattoos cover your body, especially your bulging belly next time you're pregnant.

And this is how your adventure ends. As a tribal orc's breeding whore, giving birth to litter after litter of smart, strong orc babies, oddly imbued with holy powers. Soon enough, the Shattertoofs become one of the strongest tribes in the country, and the **** of any town they come near.