To the Victor go the Spoils

Authors Note: I had previously mentioned that there will be some rapey sex scenes and this chapter contains the first one (even if it is rather short). This is the most physical/aggressive one, so if you aren't into it don't worry as this isn't going to be a common thing by any means. It is important to remember that this is just a fiction/fantasy and not representative of real life, and I am putting this here as a disclaimer to play it safe.

I hope that you have enjoyed what I've written so far and will continue to do so.

In what feels like just a moment Krvavy is on the Orc, barrelling into her back and slamming her face first into the grassy ground.

6.53 damage dealt to [Orc Prey]

Without wasting any time she tears at the Orcs tunic, ripping it apart and reducing it to tattered rags as the Orc shrieks and flails beneath her.

Whether it was the fighting or seeing the Orc beneath her try to flee, Krvavy’s rage has been fully transformed into an uncontrollable and overwhelming lust. She pants heavily, drooling out like a mere beast, as her stiff rod peaks out from her loincloth, throbbing painfully hard along with her rapidly beating heart.

The Orc freezes for a moment in panic as she feels Krvavy’s cock pressing against her exposed slit, before she continues her struggling with renewed vigour. Screaming out loud enough to already start making her voice grow hoarse and clawing at the grass desperately trying to crawl away. But the Orc is unable to escape Krvavy’s grasp.

Whether it is her inexperience on this end of a penis or the instinctual haze of lust filling her mind, it takes Krvavy a few thrusts to penetrate the Orc beneath her. Each failure frustrates Krvavy, leading her to put more and more **** behind each thrust. When Krvavy finally gets it right she slams down hard enough that it even hurts her a little.

-1 Health
13.89 damage dealt to [Orc Prey]

The Orc wails out in anguish, as her screams begin to be overtaken by sobs. She is clearly not used to anything as large as Krvavy’s cock being inside of her. But it seems that Orcs are capable of handling such large sizes, as Krvavy’s hips are pressed right up against her firm green rear.

Krvavy takes a moment to enjoy the feeling of tight walls squeezing all around her cock. She has enough presence of mind to notice something though: the Orc beneath her isn’t dry. Now, she isn't exactly wet either, but there is a dampness to her. Even if just physically, it seems like the Orc has also grown excited from their chase.

With that thought filling her mind, Krvavy begins to move. Pulling back almost entirely out of the Orc and then slamming herself back in all the way, Krvavy frantically fucks the prey pinned beneath her. Treating her prey as nothing more than a slab of meat, Krvavy aggressively takes her spoils, slowly and gradually forcing her along the hill one thrust at a time.

Overcome with lust and pleasure, Krvavy almost misses a moan **** its way out between sobs. But she doesn’t miss it. That **** moan isn’t the only sign that Krvavy’s prey is beginning to enjoy herself though: the squelching noise of each thrust has grown louder as her prey grows wetter.

Nearing her climax as she frantically thrusts away, Krvavy hunches over and uses her horns to brush the hair away from her preys neck, before biting down onto the back of it. Her prey screams out in pain and a comforting metallic taste fills her mouth.

8.76 damage dealt to [Orc Prey]

Slamming her hips down, roughly forcing her prey against the ground, pleasure overwhelms Krvavy’s mind as stars of white fill her vision. For what feels like an eternity her cock throbs and spurts her thick seed deep into her prey. Just when Krvavy feels like she is done cumming the walls of her prey clench tightly onto her, milking out a few more spurts as a liquid squirts out from between the Orcs legs and her body thrashes beneath Krvavy’s.

Her prey just came from being violated.

That knowledge reinvigorates Krvavy, sending her back into her frantic rut. The prey beneath her gradually quiets, having given up on resisting. The only noise Krvavy’s prey makes are gasping breaths and weak orgasmic moans.

Letting her eyes roll back, Krvavy succumbs to the pleasure.

Krvavy’s consciousness slowly returns to her. Her body is still slowly pumping away at the limp Orc beneath her, who she is now lying down atop of. Rolling off the Orc with a groan, her cock pulling out with a sloppy wet pop, Krvavy stares up at the sky. The sun is high above her head.

She feels rather lightheaded as she watches the clouds slowly move by. Her mind is still a bit hazy, almost hungover, and her entire body is sore and aching. Part of her wants to just stay here, to close her eyes and go to sleep...

Her eyes suddenly open wide as she jerks upright into a rough sitting position. She just remembered that she was bleeding a fair bit. That... can’t be good. Quickly checking her logged notifications, Krvavy sighs out in relief. It looks like she stopped bleeding just a little while ago. She isn’t going to be bleeding to **** out here.

That fight took a lot out of her, though the fact that she spent so long fucking definitely didn’t help. Well, fucking is putting it nicely, isn’t it? She straight up **** that Orc woman. Granted, she didn’t really have control of herself... Fucking degenerate developers giving her some sort of horny berserk mode... It was weird enough fighting in that dreamlike state, and she doesn’t know how to feel that the first time having sex in this body wasn’t really even her choice...

Shaking her head and sighing out, Krvavy puts those thoughts behind her. She has to keep reminding herself that this is just a game. No matter how realistic it looks and feels. And speaking of that, she seems to have levelled up after killing the second Orc.

Level Up! You have reached Level 3. As a Drakling blessed by a divine power, you have 5 attribute points to allocate and have gained +2 to Might & Toughness. If not allocated by the time you fall asleep it will be done automatically.

Krvavy isn’t really in the mood to put a whole lot of thought into how she’ll allocate those points. She may as well continue shoring up Dexterity by three and Endurance by two. Her stamina regenerates pretty quickly, so maybe its a bit of a waste to increase it... She probably should have increased her health instead, just so it isn’t so low, but whatever.

Looking down at herself, Krvavy sighs out. She is an absolute mess. She is covered in blood, mostly her own it looks like, as well as quite a bit of sweat and cum. Her stomach has a large purple-green bruise on it where the war-hammer first hit her, which hurts more when she touches it than the raw scabbed-over stab wounds do.

Groaning out in annoyance, Krvavy realizes that her horny berserker mind didn’t even bother to take off her loincloth. Now it just feels all wet and sticky, which only makes her feel even more gross... And she really is not looking forwards to it drying and getting... crunchy...

Shaking her head, she tries to ignore her uncomfortable situation, as there isn’t really anything she can do about it right now. Instead she turns her focus back to her notifications.

“Ugh... Why can’t anything in this game be clear...?” Krvavy grumbles out with her head tiredly in her hands. She has no idea how the damage is calculated. She knows that there are different types of damage, but the damage notifications don’t mention them. She did a lot of damage when swinging her axe down at the first Orc when he was on the ground, so she can only assume that there was some sort of coup de grace kind of bonus going into those crits.

But then how does armour work? It isn’t really something that she’ll need to know, what with her nudist trait and all, but it wouldn’t hurt to at least have an idea. When she was wailing on the Orc archer each hit did a little more damage than the last, so does armour block less the more it is damaged? That’d make sense, and fit into the realism of this game, but it also makes figuring out how much damage she’d do a nightmare... Still, looks like she hits pretty hard.

Though, thinking about it, the whole berserk rage thing would have buffed the damage she was doing too, wouldn’t it have?

Drakling Rage: Draconic blood courses through your veins, increasing your physical power in proportion with your temper, though at the cost of making your temper harder to keep under control.

Checking the description of her racial trait confirms that, though she still isn’t happy with how vague it is. Just how much does it increase her physical power? And why does it say temper instead of anger? That probably has something to do with why she went into a horny rage, isn’t it...? Damn pervert developers...

But regardless, the buff she got from Drakling Rage must have been pretty big. Otherwise the amount of damage that she did was just ridiculous... She could have one-shot herself with that... Come to think about it, just how tough was that first Orc that he needed to be hit by two of those ridiculous crits to die...?

Krvavy then looks over to the limp Orc woman on the ground beside her, who is laying in a puddle of cum and the torn rags of her clothing. It looks like she is alive, even if her breathing is a bit ragged. Krvavy isn’t quite sure what to think about that. It does relieve her a bit to know for certain that she didn’t fuck a corpse, or fuck the Orc into being a corpse, but now she needs to figure out what to do with her...

For some reason she can’t bring herself to kill the Orc woman, even if she is just an NPC and that would be free exp. Exp that Krvavy could use. But it doesn’t feel right to do that. And leaving her out here alone feels even worse. Anything could come on by and finish her off.

The more she thinks about it the more Krvavy realizes that she doesn’t really have a choice. If Krvavy can’t kill her or abandon her, then the only option is to bring this Orc woman back home with her. **** would be far from the worst thing Krvavy has done to her today. It is kind of fucked Krvavy is doing this to keep her safe, considering that she was safe until Krvavy came along...

But at the very least Krvavy would be able to use her to learn another language before getting some exp, as fucked up as that sounds... And speaking of that, how close is she to learning the language the Orcs were using?

Due to your Not So Cunning Linguist trait you are [13%] of the way towards learning Eastern Khel.

“Of fucking course...” She grumbles out. It barely made any progress despite all the shouting and yelling the Orcs were doing. Just how long does it take to a learn a language? Is that why they tagged on the Not So part?

Shaking her head again, Krvavy decides to go check up on the Orc woman. If she is going to be keeping her, then Krvavy should at least give the Orc a look over.