yourself to keep going. You can't go back to the Farm

You **** yourself back to your feet, and say, "L-let's keep going. I'll manage."

"Are you sure?"

A simple nod is all the answer you give him, and all he needs. He takes your hand, and you continue throughout the night, taking sips of orc cum ever now and then. By dawn you feel your mound has grown much, and the child within is growing more and more rambunctious. By dusk you spot a small cabin in an isolated area of the woods. You look to be around eleven months pregnant now, and you start to wonder if you have twins. You're so tired you can barely stand, but must as you walk up to the cabin.

"This is it! We made it, my grandfather's home. You'll be able to give birth safely here, and we'll get rid of that pesky tattoo on you, as well as cure your addiction. My grandfather's a great wizard, so he knows how." The boy opens the door, and says, "Grandfather!"

"Pietar!" an elf, with long flowing blond hair shouts, as he rushes up to the boy and hugs him. "I was beginning to fear the worst when you never returned." he then holds the boy out at arms length. "Where are your mother and father?"

The boy sighs. "T-their gone."

The grandfather quietly nods, before turning his attention toward you. "And this is?"

"We escaped together."

The grandfather then notices your pregnant belly. "Is she carrying yours?" he asks.

The boy shakes his head. "No."

The grandfather steps outside, and takes a quick look around. "Were you followed?" the boy shakes his head. "Get inside, quickly." The two of you follow the young looking old man in, and he locks the door. "Take her clothes off and put her on the bed."

The boy, Pietar, removes your clothes and bandages, giving your now lactating breasts some much needed freedom. Pietar lies you down on the only bed in the house and the grandfather comes up to you, but freezes when he sees the tattoo on you. "My Gods, you... you were at the orc's Breeding Farm?" Pietar nods. "So then... your mother, she..."

Pietar slowly nods, tears running down his cheeks. "Y-yes. She doesn't even recognize me anymore."

The grandfather sighs. "I see." his focus then returns to you. "So, she has an orc inside her, and it'll be born soon from the looks of it. Pietar, get me some warm water, and plenty of towels." Pietar runs off to gather the supplies. The grandfather smiles at you, and runs his hand along your cheek. "It may be an orc, but I'll make sure you deliver it safely."