Iyda Wildrider, The honored

You awake on the familiar fur bed as you look around the empty tent. Cum still drips from your legs so you can’t have been out for too long. Both Petra and the orc don’t seem to be present. You take the opportunity to get up and wander out of the tent. The entire tribe is there to greet you when you exit as they cheer for you. Taken aback, you cautiously follow the path forward as orcs surround you on all sides. The path leads you up a small hill atop of which sits a wooden throne. Upon the throne sits a beautiful, strong, female orc who wears nothing besides a red and black flower in her hair. She sits confidently with her legs spread, showing off her green coloured pussy to all that stand before her. Her tits are large, yet still remain perky. A conversation occurs between her and the orc who bred you. A nearby elven **** girl translates for you as you stand before the throne.

“Who is it you have brought before me Turrig?”

“This is the one I spoke of my lady. The dwarvern wild rider known as Iyda.”

“The same Iyda who’s small friend we granted mercy?”

“Yes, the very same my queen.” He says bowing his head.

“Well now, it’s a rare thing we have a dwarf in our camp. Let alone one who can be called wild rider. Tell me Turrig, has her belly been filled with your child yet?”

“Yes, my queen.”

“Good, none shall touch this girl until her child is born.” The surrounding crowd of orcs gasps and begins to whisper to each other. “I invoke the right of Grung’kal.” She says standing proudly.

“I don’t understand…” you say falteringly. While the queen continues speaking, the elf translator gives you a brief explanation. High riders are named when a **** pours all their heart and soul into the breeding process. High riders are special due to the increased rate at which they can produce female orcs and harness lust magic.

“SILENCE!” the queen says quieting the crowd. “I will personally take the dwarf under my tutelage. Until she gives birth, I will teach her lust magic so she may become a powerful lust priestess. If it is a girl, she will retain her status.”

“And if it’s a boy?” Turrig says.

“If that is the case Turrig, you may make her your wife.”

“I thank you my queen.” Turrig says smiling and bowing his head.

As the months pass, the orcs treat you like one of their own. You even learn how to speak the basics of orcish. You can speak most words but your accent makes it difficult to understand you. Petra is assigned to you as your personal handmaiden as the tribe values you greatly. As your labour pains begin, Petra hurriedly begins preparing your birthing bed. Once she finishes, she helps you lay down as you raise your legs, waiting for what is to come.