Emilia rests.

Emilia does not remember how the night passed. She remembered getting mounted in the water. She remembered her Master throwing her bred body onto the carpet.

The rest of the night was hazy. Her master definitely filled her again. Her breasts and her pussy was too sore. It could not have been done by only one breedidng session.

As for now, Emilia laid down on the lush bed of the Orc fort. Soft sunlight reached her through the heavy curtains. As for her she remained completely naked. Her blonde hair had enjoyed the bathing last night and was glowing again. As for the rest of her body, she could not deny that the orc seed has made her skin much shinier.

"Good morning dear" the Orc Emilia had seen talking to Kolgrug and eyeing her appeared, a huge platter in her hands. Emilia sat down in the bed, her entire body especially her breasts opposed the idea.

The lady sat beside her, again eyeing her, trying to take a peek at her breasts under the covers as she set the platter down. Emilia got uncomfortable. "Is there something you want?" she asked, smiling meekly.

"Yes" Vishama replied firmly, "I will inspect your breasts" and without any further words Vishama pulled Emilia's blanket down and held a breast in her hands.

"hu" Vishama said to a horrified Emilia "You will be a good milkmaid as you will be a vessel. Each of these breasts is capable of supplying a day's worth of milk to the entire fort."

Emilia cringed in horror and disgust. "Kolgrug is a lucky orc to have you as his Queen." the words saddened Emilia. She was no Queen, she was just a ****.

"That is outrageous." vishama says angrily. "You may be a **** when he is breeding you but all the other times you must be his Queen. Does he not plan on making a village with his seeds?"

He does. "Do you think you, him and only your offsprings will live there? No, other orcs will be there as well. You need to be his Queen and not his ****. You must become his wife, my dear."

"He says I will only ever be a ****, a milkmaid and a womb." Emilia replies without realizing she is tearing up.

"Humans or orcs-men always say that. You will change his mind." Vishama says slyly.

"How?" Emilia looks up. Vishama notices that Emilia has already gone through almost the entire platter of bread, meat, cheese, wine and several cluster of Gurgani fruits.

Vishama sits beside her again and runs her hand through her belly. It was flat again unlike last night.

"Am I with child already?" Emilia asks, hardly grasping the words. "Yes, I think so." Vishama replies gesturing at the platter with her eyes. Emilia blushes as she holds a huge drumstick in her hands.

"It is ok. Bearing orc litters take great strength. It is a blessing Kolgrug chose a woman with such wide hips, as if perfect for birthing." Vishama reassures her.

"You are human. Orcs are crazy for tight pink human cunts. You must use that. You must make him think the only way you will ever truly belong to him is if he marries you. " Emilia has emptied the platter by now. Vishama takes the platter and starts walking toward the door. "Make every seed count" was the last thing she says to her.

Emilia caresses her now flat belly. Soon she will be huge and round and milky and as horrified as she was, she could not wait to be bred again.