To the Elders!

John didn't see the elders until after the entire tribe had set up camp again... right in the middle of his new town. Of course, John didn't care that much about the location that the tribe chose. It just mattered that he was with the tribe until he could start his own hunting pack and finish his quest. Urga, on the other hand, couldn't let it go. According to her, if he had been considered like any other member of the tribe, they wouldn't have even stepped foot in the town without his permission.

When he finally did get to meet with the elders, both Urga and his mother were left outside, with the former stomping around yelling at people whenever she heard something disturbing the nearby ruins. He heard her voice shouting and snapping at people for breaking his stuff all the way up until the guards at the chief’s tent pulled it open for him to let him inside, then his ****'s voice began to dramatically lower in volume as his mother carted her off to eat, and John was left on his own to face the one who had challenged him.

John met dozens of different faces when he first walked into the Elders’ tent. The large, curved abode was built to house multiple people, and it showed when he first walked in. Aside from the guards standing outside the front entrance, the tent also held space for the three current leaders of the tribe, the visitors that they brought into it, and also the slaves kept to serve them. The first thing he noticed may have been the slaves. There were so many that it was hard to make sense of what the overall goal for them may have been. Some cooked, others cleaned. One **** even softly played on an instrument he had never seen before in one of the far back corners of the room. All of them were naked; it didn't matter if it was a man or a woman. The most they had for clothing were chains or collars hanging from their necks, but they didn't interrupt. They had been trained not to.

Even the girls that had been pulled aside for idle pleasure during the meeting with John remained dutifully silent while they struggled to satisfy with their mouths or... really whatever the elders asked for. One particularly busty, Dwarvish woman simply bobbed in place atop her master's lap while he lazily claimed her rear. Her long, brown hair slowly swished from side to side, the numerous piercings in her ear clanked loudly, and she just continued to rock back and forth. Her full, pouty lips hung open and slack like she was stuck in a moment of pleasure... but she didn't stop, even when he walked in and stared at her.

The Elders, on the other hand, actually acknowledged John when he sat before them, much to his surprise. They explicitly focused on him, eyes narrowing with suspicion from across the ember-filled, iron brazier that crackled softly between them. They snorted, and mumbled a couple of racist comments in Orcish as if he didn't understand them before the tent opened up again for the last person who was supposed to be in that meeting. For the most part, the elders looked like the rest of the tribe. One was pierced and marked like one of the useless shamans John had seen walking around camp. Another Orc was tall, disfigured, and scarred... like the warriors and pack hunters he had seen struggling to display their dominance. The last was burly and fat, waving dexterous and calloused fingers about like he was just as important as the first two had been... a sentiment that they clearly did not share whenever they huffed at the third for speaking.

The last person to enter the tent was a familiar man. It was the same Orc that John had already met and nearly fought with once before. The one that had told him to enslave Urga instead of killing her, and apparently the exact same one that had already beaten Lagash in a challenge beforehand. The difference was that when she lost, this Orc hadn't kicked Lagash out of his hunting pack. He had just claimed her as one of his mates. John risked something much worse, based on the conversation between the Orc and the Elders. He was in danger of losing his status, property, and freedom.

If he lost, then in the tribe's eyes, the alpha had enough rightful control over John to put him in a **** collar too!

"How do we know that this isn't just another ploy to claim the other Shelor girl, Dullong?" one of the elders asked, and the fat one grumbled in agreement. "You have been... obsessed with the prospect of 'collecting' her in the past. What makes this time different?" Dullong growled in response.

"He cheats. He-" Dullong started, but the elders didn't let him get very far.

"So do you," the tallest Orc in the group huffed back at Dullong. The warrior, with all of his scars and bulging muscles, didn't even hesitate to glare into the eyes of such a powerful pack leader.

"This pigskin fights and weaves with darkness... like the elves," Dullong growled again, and the rest of the Orcs bristled at his words. They turned away from the man who challenged John, and slowly began to stare at the young gamer instead.

"And you? Why do you run from his challenge, coward?" It was the shaman who spoke this time, and the curt way he addressed John caused him to cough and blink awkwardly under everyone's wary gaze.

"U-uh..." John stuttered. "I-I'm not. He just-" A unified chorus of growls echoed throughout the tent as John began talking, and almost immediately he retracted what he said. "I mean... I'm-I've been busy..." They didn't react as harshly to that statement. It bought him the time to find the sentence that he wanted though. If this Orc was challenging him... then he was an enemy. He had to start treating him like one. "I don't have time to stand around... and w-wait for someone who is too scared to challenge me to my face." Dullong didn't like that. It didn't matter that they were in the Elders’ tent. The second John said that, Dullong was turning on him, stomping his way around the brazier to get to the Gamer before one of the Elders had to actually raise his hand to stop him.

"Is this true? You didn't confront the pigskin?" The attention shifted away from John, thankfully, but the larger Orc didn't answer. His silence said enough. "Very well... In that case, you may have your challenge, Dullong..."

"Wait, What?" John choked on his own surprise.

"...when you can bring yourself to actually challenge him like a real Orc." Then Dullong choked on his.

"He's a human," Dullong snarled threateningly, and the Elders simply blinked at him.

"...He is proven..." Strangely enough, it was the fat Orc who spoke that time. He hummed his words out with a strange sense of certainty that resonated within John, even while the rest of the Orcs vocally shunned him for interjecting. Yet, they didn't argue with the point he made. They accepted it, reluctantly, until Dullong charged out of the tent in his fury.

The tent fell silent, aside from the soft squelching and barely restrained moans idly drifting by their ears. The people who remained inside slowly turned to look at each other, and after a while, John finally found the nerve to speak again. They had stopped the leader of the pack John was in with a mere wave of a hand.

"Oh... Okay then, can I l-leave now?" A short huff echoed between the three Elders as they glared at him again, and one of the pleasure slaves squeaked happily.

"No. You will remain with the tribe long enough to take your mark, and until Dullong lets this go... or he challenges you. He will flee or you will fight him," the warrior said, and then the fat man leaned forward again, a small smile crossing his face as he **** his way into the conversation one last time. His smile was surprisingly bright and earnest as he met John from across the brazier's glowing light.

"When you do fight him, choose the weapons... John."

He was kicked out of the tent after that. The guards at the entrance were called in, and before John could ask anymore questions, he was literally thrown back out onto the muddied village streets where the rain continued to pour down on them. All of the dead plant life had been washed away by that point; their partially disintegrated corpses failed to withstand the storm's constant battering, and over time it would eventually grow again.

It only took a couple of moments to collect his bearings after that. He had to climb to his feet and spend a little time walking around to try and find his tent, but it didn't take very long before he at least found something. It wasn't his tent that he found though.

It was Urga.

The large, emerald-skinned woman was outright yelling when he found her. Every step she took was unsteady and caused her to trip and stumble. It looked like she was trying to walk on water instead of solid ground. Her words were slurring, and her white eyes still blinked unmoving at the environment around her while she waved a large, metal mug. If she had cared about how people might have leered at her nearly naked body before she had gone blind, she certainly didn't care about their gazes after. Her short, blue hair was clinging to the shaved sides of her head when John approached her. Her large, green breasts and ass bounced with every movement, lewdly slapping or jiggling together and brushing against her steely abs each time she kicked out at some of the nearby rubble. She didn't even seem to care that the one piece of clothing she did wear, her loincloth, was disheveled and pulled off to the side when John finally announced himself. She just turned to face him, her visible mound glistening slightly with arousal, and let out a long, heavy exhale as she **** herself to try and stand up straight.

"Masterr..." her hot, ale-laced breath washed over John's face as he walked up and placed an hand on her shoulder. Despite what had happened to her vision, she didn't try very hard to worm out of his grasp, and he didn't try to keep her in it. Mostly, she just jerked away from his sudden touch... and even then, she slowly relaxed back into his warm hand. A few of the other nearby Orcs growled at the two of them, and John slowly glanced in their direction. Most of the nearby tribe slaves were all standing around them, mostly because the tables they were supposed to be sitting at were all destroyed and smashed into pieces.

"Maybe we should head back to the tent, Urga..." John mumbled under a soft breath, and thankfully, she didn't fight him on it. She just let him walk her back, leading her by the arm until they finally passed into the familiar warmth of Urga's home.

Perhaps he should have called it his home by that point. According to the tribe, he was the one who owned it now. It was just something that he hadn't gotten used to, ye-

"Oof!" His train of thought was interrupted suddenly when Urga curtly shoved him down onto the comfort of her soft fur bed. He bounced off the surface and grunted as she quickly followed after him. Her eyelids drooped slightly over the white, unseeing gaze beneath them as her head tilted down towards the young Gamer. "What are you-" he started, but Urga merely chuckled as he tried to speak and then abruptly dropped into the center of his lap.

Her firm, giant, heart-shaped butt loudly slapped against John as she sat down, molding to his thighs and crotch with a strange softness that he wasn't expecting from a brutal, antisocial barbarian. Even with all of her firm and bulging muscles, her toned thighs still somehow managed to squeeze and grip gently against his sides. She hiccuped, clearly hesitating for just a moment before she nestled against him.

Nestled might have been the wrong word, though. She didn't cuddle or brush against him, she just... grabbed onto his pants. Her fingers latched onto the hem of his jeans with what felt like a sense of purpose before she abruptly yanked them down as hard as she could. She pulled so hard that they ripped. His pants tore so loudly that, for a second, John was too distracted with trying to preserve them while she simply took advantage of the moment. It didn't take much for John to get hard, especially not with his Orc **** perched on his lap. In mere seconds of being stripped, he was at full mast and watched with wide eyes as she pumped her hips forward and spread her pussy lips open along the underside of his cock, 'nestling' her wet cunt right up against one side of his shaft.

"You made her sscream..." Urga said, slurring her words again and felt her juices start to drip and pool against his crotch.

He didn't get a chance to push the Orcess away from himself; she was quick to distract him before he could. Though he wasn't sure that he would have, even if he had wanted to. As soon as Urga was in place, she rolled her hips atop of him and ground her swollen clit up and down the length of his member, coating him in her drooling nectar. She panted, and the two of them shared a small shudder as the hard bean atop her pussy rubbed across the head of his cock. She tensed and turned above John and slowly ground harder and harder across his length while one of her hands patiently took the time to try and aim him right at her entrance. The Orc let out a soft sigh... and slurred once more.

"Y-you showed her... made her forrget..." her voice rumbled as she spoke like she was speaking Orcish... but then she continued rumbling long after she finished talking, like she had a soft growling or purring noise emanating from the depths of her throat. She leaned forward while John's hands latched onto her wide, womanly hips, and her breasts shook and swayed, tracing small circles over his chest with her nipples. She couldn't look into his eyes anymore, but while they were that close, he could see the faintest signs of movement and glistening traces of tears as she worked up the courage to ask him for what she clearly wanted. "S-show me too..." she asked, but she didn't wait for him to answer.

She dropped back into his lap with all of the weight and strength one would expect from a lust-drunk Orc. Their bodies smashed together with a loud, echoing clap, and John groaned as he felt her cunt split open around him, crushing him into a little pocket tighter than anything he had grown used to from his mother or June. Her large, swollen breasts were crushed between the two of them, squeezed and molded so firmly against the outline of his chest that he could feel her heart beating through their soft embrace whenever she tried to hug him tighter. Her hips pumped and slammed against him, not like a woman in pain or discomfort, but like his mother had. She thrust back like she was used to it, even when she felt his immense size smash and shove against her cervix like a small fist.

Urga grunted each time he filled her, thrusting and bucking with no direction like a crazed animal would until, finally, John locked his arms around the small of her back and held her against him. A small whine peaked out from between his lover's full, lusty lips, and John shook his head into the crook of her neck as she tried to hide from him. She couldn't move much with John actively holding her in place, but it didn't stop her from trying. She just kept bucking, rocking the last inch she had yet to take side to side against some of her deepest walls while John struggled to push them both up into a sitting position.

She was rough, through and through, like John had always imagined a stereotypical barbarian should have been... but she was **** too after losing her eyesight. John considered pushing her away, despite how badly he wanted to keep going, but in the end, it was what she asked for that kept him going. She begged him for more.

"Please...!"

She begged him... and all of the lusty panting she exhaled back into his neck only made him swell harder and bigger with their shared need. She still smelled like ale to him.

Achievement Unlocked! 'Not only human, after all!'
You boned your first creature of another race! Nicely done!
+1" to Base Cock Size
+20% in Cum Production

Urga was tighter than his mother or June had been. She was tighter than them before John cock had started growing again, but the sudden inch he was given evenly throughout his girth and length only split her that much wider around him. In a flash, John felt Urga's stomach suddenly tense and flex against his abdomen as his cock abruptly surged against her cervix, shoving her womb up higher and higher inside of her as he **** her to stretch with each growing pulse. Her whole body suddenly grew rigid and stiff as she squeezed him, and for a couple of moments, he was locked in place. She was practically suffocating him with her tiny tunnel as he pulled her little walls taut around his girth.

When she finally seemed to relax and adjust to his new size, John flexed his cock and felt Urga's legs suddenly slacken in his grip. She was used to pain, rough men, and the monsters that some of them kept between their legs... but she wasn't used to the soft skill or pleasure that came from John's abilities. She wasn't ready for the way he began to gently rock her back and forth in his lap, stretching and tugging at each of her walls with every thrust. She wasn't ready for the moment when John pulled her back enough to tease her clit with his fingers or surprise her with her first kiss.

She certainly wasn't prepared for how good it felt when a human's lips began to tease and brush along her tusks every time one of them tilted their heads. After all, she couldn't see it coming. That nonexistent blindfold somehow only made her pussy drip and shudder for his touch so much more.

A part of her, feral and possessive, growled when she felt John's hands finally trail up from her legs, across her stomach, and clenched around his manhood instinctively. He pulled his touch away from her clit and surprised her when she realized how much she hated not having his hands on that precious little spot. That warmth... it made her mind go blank, but she didn't react with the limpness that she had seen his other **** succumb to. She refused to do that, no matter how good it felt. Instead, she grabbed him, her long nails tearing into his shirt like claws, while he opened her mouth with his tongue. He claimed her, by both mouth and pussy, and by the time she realized she was in the wrong, he had already filled her with his wonderful taste.

It took her a few minutes before she could bring herself to act like the **** again, and reluctantly, she let out a worried little whine at the idea of punishment when she tried to let him go. It wasn't unusual for the owners to punish the slaves when they lost themselves like that, she had seen it multiple times. It was only unusual when they didn't punish them, like John did. Instead, he just groaned, thrust harder against her, and slapped his heavy sack against her back entrance just hard enough to make her toes curl.

Neither one was sure when exactly Urga discovered it exactly, but after a while, she realized the effect that her noises had on him. The growling and the snarling she usually made was subtle in it's control. He liked the feeling that her rumble left when she was pressed tightly against him, and it made it clear how much she was simply enjoying the moment when he heard it... but it was the needy stuff that really reached him. Anytime Urga voiced the high pitched whines and squeals that she was used to holding back, it changed the atmosphere between them. Even the smallest, feminine sigh would push John into action. She would squeak, and suddenly, John would be clawing at her back, pounding at her drooling slit, or even biting down on her lips or neck just to maintain himself.

Her submissive pleas awoke a beast inside her master, and she abused every last noise to truly make it come out. She wanted it... so he gave it to her.

Augment Body

Unlike the time he spent with June and his mother, John didn't jam his way into Urga's uterus when he finally changed her. He was slow and methodical, patiently taking his time to thrust deeper and deeper, until he finally hit the right mark and felt a whole new part of her start to gradually stretch around him. Her cervix jerked and spread, and as John pushed even further, his personal, green **** suddenly wrapped herself around him. Her legs locked at the ankles around the small of his back. Her arms clutched at his shoulders when she wrapped them behind his neck. Her voice fell silent as she abruptly changed pace with him, finally following his lead with a sharp twist, and she pushed back against him, sliding the head of his shaft into an experience she had never even dreamed about.

She already felt so full... so warm, and they had barely even started. Every heavy breath she eked out of him only made her burn more, just from feeling his panting. Her stomach felt like it was on fire, and each thrust made it hotter. Her last few mates took their time to get her to that point, and when he kissed her again, she finally understood.

The other **** wasn't a whore, she was an addict... with good reason to be.

Your Libido has reached 25!
You have gained the Shapechanger Feat!

New Skill: Shapechanger. Level 1, Passive.
Shapechanger: This change marks a new degree of lust and passion within a person. This ability lies mostly dormant within its user. When the user is sexually changed through a body altering effect, like from Augment Body or from an achievement, Shapechanger forces the altering effect to behave similarly to a Critical Hit! Abilities applied with a Shapechanger Crit to this person will have their effects increased by 100%!
Shapechanger does not affect alterations made to other people.

Achievement Unlocked! 'Three's company!'
You've successfully altered every person you've had sex with! Here... have a 'reward'...
+2" to Base Cock Size - Shapechanger already applied!
+150% in Cum Production -Shapechanger already applied!
+1 Charisma
3/3 Requirements fulfilled for Libido Feats!

You can now unlock feats relating to things that aren't one of your main stats!

The first thing Urga did after his barrage of pop-ups was groan. Her muffled, kiss-locked lips fell slack into an expression of pure bliss, and she soaked in the moment. She felt full and let him know it when his cock gently bumped against one of the deeper walls of her womb. It felt like almost a whole foot was trapped inside her, almost, and if he grew any larger, neither one of them was sure that she would have been able to comfortably take much more. He would have had to change her again, just for pleasure, and that single thought made his cock start to pulse.

Eventually, John pulled back from the sloppy smile he had put on Urga's face. She wasn't happy to separate from the new joys of kissing, but for the moment, she was obedient and wouldn't dare to complain. Instead, she settled for trying things that seemed similar to kissing like pecking or biting possessively at John's neck. It was surprisingly easier than Urga thought. Kissing another orc usually ended with tusks bumping against tusks. Kissing a human? It was like a massage in comparison. She could grind and rub her blunt teeth against him all day and not get sick of it. The problem was that biting was usually something that an Alpha did, so each time she did it, she had to make herself lick and lap at the spot to apologize before her master thought about punishing her... something that John enjoyed, she quickly discovered.

The hardest part of the night came from being quiet. After some time, the high pitched moaning and squealing noises she had been making for him became less about teasing and transformed into a more honest reaction. She was happy to make that noise for him, especially when his thrusts started to get longer and deeper. She just didn't want to make that noise when a proper Orc was supposed to be fierce. They were supposed to sound fierce.

Of course, she dropped that assumption too when she felt her collar rattle and clank around her neck again. She wasn't there to as an Orc, she was there as a ****, so the quieter she was, the less the tribe knew about her master's prowess! That was unacceptable.

"More..." Urga grunted as John drew his cock almost all the way out of her.

He paused to stare up at the emerald-hued woman riding around in his lap, his fingers sinking unconsciously into one of her swollen tits, and let out a small groan of his own. He was on the verge of cumming already, and he had yet to feel her get off once! With his mother and June, their libidos had been so high that it was easy with his powers. Urga felt like she was only getting more and more needy. She was so hot and wet that his balls were already dripping with her juices, and it felt like he was burning up inside her, but he had yet to see some kind of release!

"More!" she shouted, and they both heard a number of other voices outside audibly ask about the source of the noise before his hips clapped up against hers again. Her thighs trembled and shook, the few traces of fat in them jiggling with each pleasant shake, and the thought that she could have been close reappeared for a moment. Unfortunately, it was just one of many little shudders.

John had considered the idea that each one was an orgasm; she certainly started to cry out like they were. His Motion Of The Ocean ability level was higher than any of his other abilities by that point... but even if they had been orgasms, they were nothing like the ones he wanted to give her. It was minuscule compared to the pleasure he had given the other girls, and that was unacceptable, he had to-

Their hips clapped together again, and John's shaft lurched. He was too close, and her unrestrained cries of joy weren't helping. Her tiny love tunnel clenched, but by that point, it was nothing like the insane gripping feeling he had first experienced when she had first spread her walls open around him. Her muscles were weak, overpowered, and tired by that point, and her squeezing felt more like a gentle tug pulling on the head of his shaft and every veiny ridge he had than the crushing vice he was used to. Her pussy hugged him... all the way up to the point where he finally slammed up into her and came into her for the first time.

This time, however, she didn't clench down on him. Everything except for the stretched ring of her cervix fell slack around John's dick. Her womb, in it's changed state, sealed tight to the head of her master's manhood. She locked him in her deepest embrace, and when the first spurt of his load began to fill her with his warmth and flood that private crevice, she lost almost all of the incredible strength he had seen so far. She still tried to hold to him... to grip him as her pussy tried and failed to milk him with her tightness, but she couldn't squeeze him. She couldn't even gather the strength to lift herself up and down in his lap anymore, she just held on.

Urga's orgasm wasn't as powerful as his mother's had been. She didn't squirt or pass out, she shook. Her ability to breathe felt like it disappeared, and over the next few minutes, her whole body began to burn like the wet heat in her crotch. She blushed into a darker shade of green. She didn't speak, she didn't groan... she just held him...

She held him like he was her mate, not her master... and John couldn't tell the difference.

Eventually, his seed began to taper off. The entrance to her womb grew taut and squeezed tighter to his head as he somehow actually filled it after all of his enhancements, and the two of them paused to catch their breath. His cock didn't soften, and he didn't pull out, not before he got the chance to truly work on his Motion Of The Ocean ability. She had only cum like that once... which meant he had some work to do.

He looked up at Urga, his gaze flicking past the image of his mother from where she stared at them from the doorway, and grinned.

The Orc was almost drooling from that last part... almost. He rocked his hips, and her body clenched again. It was his turn to tease her.

"More..." he repeated her words and chuckled.