an orc camp, a trial of the tribe, a test by the guardians

At dawn, Ambriel get up once again , and gear up again. She exercises. She prays.

as a reaction to her prayer the water in the river moves, forming a figure of ambriel like she was before she had been cast down here. her reflection is beautiful, a petite frame and pure, now her real body has been transformed and changed much more mortal. then the water falls back into the riverbed and the moment is gone

Ambriel id breathtaken by the sight, but when it's end, she find herself clueless on the meaning.

Then she follows the river down, hoping to find some shaman orcs.

down the river ambriel encounters a small group of orc hunters. it seems two younger males are taught by an older orc how to fish with spears. they look a bit surprised at the angel, but not hostile

Ambriel gets closer peacefully and waves her hand

"Hello. I want to talk to your shamans, can you guide me ? Or tell them to come?"

the two apprentices look stunned by her words, the older one answers

"It's not that easy. A shaman is a holy man, speaking the will of the gods. He will not come for anyone. If you want to speak to him, you have to prove yourself. But i invite you to come into our camp, as a guest, so no one will touch or harm you. Then the leader can decide if and how you can talk to the shaman."

"it's fine by me. i'll be a guest. I will respect your honor. Lead the way."

he motions the two others to gather their gear and leads ambriel down the river to a camp. some palisades are put up around a flattened area, the river running through it. already from afar ambriel can hear the sound of moaning and fucking. inside the palisade are tents, some smaller and some bigger. orcs are doing their daily work, but there is a pen visible. inside are females, mostly orcs but a few others in between, the changed hunter and the nymph among them. they all have their wrists tied to their shoulders and ankles to their butts, making them crawl around like cattle. and all of them are in varying degrees of pregnancy. ambriel can even make out the orc she changed, she is gettingfucked by a big orc, seemingly enjoying the experience

Ambriel did know that this kind of slavery was integrated within orc tribes,but it's still not very pleasant to witness it like that. But she was a guest and want to talk to the shamans, so she accepts to respect the peace.

the orc chief is a bulky man, his black hair in braids. he seems to be teaching a younger generation of orcs and halfbreeds, but as he sees ambriel and the accompanying orc he dismisses the children and walks over

Ambriel bows "hello honorable chief, i ask permission to talk to the shamans. I have a quest and need their advice."

he bows

"I am Ga'nar, chief of this tribe. Before you state your business, maybe an introduction would be in order. I can see you are passionate about your quest, but still."

his voice is deep and melodic

"sure. I'm sorry, i'm in a little hurry... I'm Ambriel, honorable adventureer in this cursed lands."

he scratches his head

"Now, come with me."

he enters one of the bigger tents, its rather comfortable and spacey, with rugs and mats on the floor, and a small, foldable bedding. He sits down and pours tea into two cups.

"What is that quest you wish to speak to our shaman about?"

Ambriel follows and sits in front of the chief, waiting for the tea infusing.

"I'm gathering the remains or relic of the goddess mother. One demonpit Lord give me clue that your shamans could help me finding the next site."

he hands ambriel a cup

"I see. That is a worthy endeavour, but what do you know about said goddess. Why are you gathering her relics? Surely you would not do so without a plan or goal in mind."

she takes the cup with a bow and if it seem not burning, but warm enough, she sip

"well, it seems that theses lands are cursed since the goddess was vanquished, so maybe ressurect the goddess could lift the curse, abd i hope it'll help to get a way out. I also feel it to be a good deed to be done."

Ga'nar runs his hand down his beard

"I recognize your good will. You will get an audience with the shaman, after you have fullfilled the rite of the warrior. It is a tradition all our male warriors have to go through to prove themselves worthy. You should find it easier than most of them."

"I thank you for that opportunity. I'll take that trial. What does the tradition implies for thoses new warrior?"

"You will have to orally serve one of our warriors. If you make him cum and swallow all of his seed you will succeed and get to talk to the shaman. It is as simple as that."

he waits for her to answer or ask questions

"i see. It's your tradition, i find it strange, but i'll respect it. And it's a private trial ? Or a public one? And who is designed to be the judge?"

"You will enter the house of spirits together with another who undertakes the rite today. There will be no judges, only the warriors you both serve. When you succeed they'll escort you to the shaman. And it is private, only those present will witness it. Anything else you want to inquire?"

Ambriel is somewhat a little surprised with that ritual. But in a cursed land like here, it's could be rather normal.

"that should be fine. Is there other preparation that need to be think of?"

She wonders if there won't be sole kinky surprises along the way

she sip the tea

"I do not think so. If you are ready, the rite will start at noon."

he finishes his tea and takes you outside, pointing to the only building in the camp full of tents.

"That is it, you can wait in front of it. The aspirant will be there within the hour."

Ambriel finishs her tea, get up, bows to the chief.

"Thanks. so i'll be waiting in front of that tent."

he bows before leaving Ambriel to herself. While she waits, she can watch thecamp. It seems it is only male orcs, with all females inside the pen, bound tightly. Occasionally an orc with get in the pen, grab one of the women and have his way with her. All females enjoy the rough sex, egging on their partners and begging to have their children. Some seem to be more into it than others but the sex seems mutual. The only females outside the pen Ambriel can see are children, all half orcs. As far as she can tell no purebred female orcs are here.

Ambriel is glad that none of the **** is asking for help as she doesn't know how she would have feel or react to that. She remembers a time, it seems long ago now but not that much, when she would have break awok to attack the camp and freed the ****.

That pure angel of justice is gone, what has she become?

The forest definitively has changed her deep.

as she muses a young orc man is coming up to her. he loosk a bit insecure but has a look of determination on him. he bows politely before opening the door slightly

"It is noon. I was told you'd participate in the ritual?"

she bows.

"Yes. I need that ritual to speak to the shaman. you are a new warrior? Shall honor be on you."

She follows inside

inside the lights are dim. They seem alone but soon two orcs emerge from the back of the hut. They are naked, their strong, well toned bodies showing, only their faces are hidden behind voodoo masks. They stop and stand there, their limb dicks hanging in front, their hands behind their back. It is upon ambriel and the aspirant to fullfill the ritual. The orc gets on his knees on front of one of the warriors, licking his lips but his determination seems to wane a bit as he looks over to what ambriel does

Ambriel is experienced now, she manage techniques and know somes moves.

She gets in position, and starts massaging the dick in front of her. She doesn't know if she should help the young orc, she decides to at least show clearly her moves, if he want to try.

She plays with the dick with her fingers and starts licking , from the base to the top, also still massaging the balls.

he starts copying what ambriel does albeit much less skillful. while ambriel gets her partner hard in no time, it takes way longer until the other warrior has an erect cock. ambriel can smell the strong odor of the orc dick in front of her as she slathers it with her saliva, and it twitches under her expert touch

once the dick is hard enough, Ambriel open her mouth and swallow the dick, only the gland at first, make a show of getting breath before swallowing the rest. The young one would have trouble, but it'll be his problems. She had show him pointers, but it is up to him to do.

She now sucks and licks the dick.

the orc in front of hr has his trouble not moving into her sucking. the young aspirant hesitantly copies her moves, trying to get it over with. moaning is heard from behind both masks though, and ambriel can feel him thorb and getting close. all that is left is getting him over the edge and swallowing

Ambriel doesn't use more advanced techniques, as she doesn't want the young one try that unprepared. But she focus on her tongue movement on the dick. It should not be longer now.

and indeed shortly after, she can feel the orc tense and shot thick ropes of cum down her throat. it is not much at a time but his orgasm lasts, the amount of cum easily comparing to the pit lord, with a very unique tangent taste to it

Ambriel makes an effort to not let a drop of cum outside her mouth , and she licks the dick clean after that.

meanwhile the other warrior ejaculates as well, the young orc has trouble swallowing it for reasons and at some point a big load lands on the floor. the warrior he served withdraws his dick and grabs the defeated male by the neck, taking him to the back and outside the hut. after ambriel finishes up cleaning the orc he too takes a step back but he just opens the way for her and points towards where the other two have left the hut

Ambriel gets up, and follows

behind the hut is a fenced of area with a single big tent. smoke comes out from the top. voices can be heard inside

Ambriel enters slowly

inside she sees the orc warrior with his mask on, an older but still well built orc, that is the shaman and the young aspirant. it seems a magic identical to her powers is changing him, and he becomes a female. a very busty one at that.

Ambriel bows

the shaman finishes his magic and the newly changed female is grabbed by the warrior and taken outside. there is no resistance from her at all to the rough handling

"Welcome, champion. You have earned your place in our midst. You seek knowledge and wisdom about the goddess of old. The forgotten deity. Ask, and i'll answer."

he bows before her before handing her tea as well.

she take the cup and sip

"I want to gather the relics and remains of the goddess. I got clues that you could help me locating the next part. Would you help? Where should i look?."

"If you want to gather those i can tell you where to find one of them. But i have to warn you once. As you gather them, her powers will reemerge as will her spirit. When you have assembled them all it is likely you will become her, and part of the you now will vanish."

he grabs a bundle of old leather pages and hands them to ambriel. they depict the tearing apart of the goddess again but at the end are shown some droplets of blood that become humanoid figures

"Do you want to hear the full story?"

"i'll listen"

she sips again the cup

"In ancient times the gods only bestowed fertility to those who brought sacrifices. The goddess however gave all creatures the means to create new life. The other gods were scornful and tore her apart. Her remains are these relics, to gather them is to revive her. When she was torn asunder some droplets of her blood fell, growing to be children of her in her image. I would believe one of these is you. And you had been sent here now that you are ready to bring her back, as the young gods are not the hateful beings of old."

Ambriel is intrigued about who is she from the words of the shaman, is that really true? Would she really loose her mind if she complete the relics? Is this her fate?

She continues to listen what the shaman might add.

"the relic you currently seek is a strand of her hair. Hidden away in a shrine to the four elements. I have a gem that will take you there within the day. Once there, four guardians are residing in it and only if they find you worthy you'll aquire the hair. There are fives pieces of her, a bone, sign of her strong body, a necklace made of her innards, sign of her toughness, the hair, sign of her beauty, a tooth, symbol for her power over words and finally her heart, in it residing her spirit. I can tell you found some, might you tell me which ones?"

"i already have the bone and the necklace. The bone was in a horrible flesh abomination, the necklace kind of called me to take it"

"I see. Some poor unworthy creature must have touched the bone and be overtaken by it. It's own warped mind had given it an abominable form."

"do you have advice on how the elemental guardians would test me?"

"I do not. Each trial is different, and only the shamans of the tribes and the chieftains undergo it usually. It is a sacred place, warded against evil. For me, weaving the elements and combining their powers was my trial, but ask the chief and he'll surely tell you about his."

"i will. Thanks for your wisdom. I'll get back to you for that travel with that gem"

Ambriel finishes her tea in case the shaman wants to say something again

he gets up and gets a small leather pouch from a trunk in his tent.

"This contains the gem. Follow its light and it'll guide you to the shrine. If you have any other questions, feel free to ask."

"you changed the young warrior, is that power similar to the goddess? Did he failed the trial? Is that his punishment ?"

"As a shaman and someone who has finished the trial of the shrine i am able to lend her power. The aspirant has failed thetrial indeed, and as such his 'punishment' was to be a female inside the pen from now on. If he is not strong enough to breed, then he will be strong to be bred instead. So are our customs."

"how does this trial reveal strenght ? How does that judge the power to breed? But i don't want to sully tradition, i'm just curious on how it works"

"We believe if one is not willing or able to bear the same humiliation as a woman they have no right to make them bear children. Also sharing semen of a strong warrior is a sign of respect. It is about determination and empathy as well as respect. Every male in the camp has done so, some even more than once to bear additional rights. And of course some willingly fail the trial looking for a life in the pen rather than outside of it."

"If they do not wish to partake in the trial they are free to set out on their own, but anyone raised here has to do this trial if they wish to stay."

"thanks for that explanation, and what about the girls, have they also a trial?"

"The halfbreeds? Yes. It is that orcs never bear purebred female offspring. Our race is made to impregnate and seek women of other races. Every girl playing outside is getting the chance to do the trial same as the males once they come of age, or they are free to leave and seek out adventure. If you'd stay longer you'd see some of them come back to the camp in the evening."

"thanks for clarifying all that. I'll go talk to the chief now. Shall honor be on you."

he bows

"Go with grace."

Ambriel bows and exits the tent, going back to the chief

"the shaman gave me informations i needed. I'll be soon on my way. I wanted to thank you for the hospitality. I did see some in you pen that i had meet before. It's good that your tribe find them before other being of the forest."

"I am glad to know you finished the trial, and that we could help you, warrior. As for the pen, you are invited to enjoy those inside it as long as you stay here. Even if you cannot breed them, they still can bring you pleasure. The other aspirant just arrived there and is already being used. And if you are able to bless them with your offspring feel free to do so. You are by now an honorary member of our tribe."

Ambriel bows, and goes to the pen, wanting to try to talk to the dryad, the hunter and/or the orc, to evaluate if they are happy.

the orc definitely seems happy, she is vigorously pushing into her current mate that is buried balls deep in her pussy, begging for him to breed her. the nymph is hard to tell, it seems she is more or less mind broken, not as far as the knight that ambriel offered the pit lord, but not far from that state. as for the ranger, she is telling the half orc that is roughly fucking her ass how much she dislikes it, but her moans, shivering body and orgasmic convulsions tell ambriel that she too enjoys getting fucked, at least physically. from all three she is also the one most pregnant, most likely due this day or the next.

As all seem fine on their own, Ambriel exits the tribe, and use the gem to navigate

holding the gem up into the light reveals a soft shimmer that ambriel can follow

following the light ambriel once again braves the forest. the guidance given steers her through the undergrowth until she arrives in a region of the forest that is truly ancient. the trees are gigantic and almost no light shines through the thick foliage, but that also means the ground is only covered in moss and nothing else. almost no sound is heard except for the wood creaking in the wind.

Ambriel is not the kind to be frightened easyly, but she had to admit she was anxious, and on her edges in that situation. Her hand was strongly grabing her scimitar it was hurting. But, her courage was still there and she had high morale, so she continues through that ancient forest, following the guidance of the gem.

the light wanes when Ambriel arrives at an old ruined archway of stone, sitting atop a pedestal in the woods. the gem's light fades, leaving ambriel in the presence of the monument of a long forgotten time, unheard whispers in the air, voices that are not and yet audible, flickering lights of nothing around

"well, that seems to be an altar for a guardian... but witch one? and what would it make me do?"

while she speaks, the voices coalesc into something, an ethereal being of undefined gender, part flame, part gust, part water and part earth. it seemingly walks through the archway, standing in fron of Ambriel

"Mother of Nephilim. What is it you seek here?"

"I'm Ambriel. I'm trying to unite the remains of the goddess Mother"

"You wish to claim the piece left in our care. Very Well. We shall part with it if you help us. One is coming, seeking to destroy us and this place. A fallen warrior, disgraced and torn by anger."

"i was warned about a trial. So I suppose i could face it. Is there some special rules?"

"Once there was afollower of the goddess, but his body was crippled from birth. No one who followed her could help him. He came here, demanding powers, but when he was rejected he swore ****. Now his mind is consumed by hatred and he offered his body and soul to the fire of darkness, the Fel. He is on his way to this very place. Destroy him and we will grant you her relic."

"then destroying him should also be some sort of duty. I accept that duty"

soon after her conversation, ambriel can see the unholy green light of the fel fire trough the forest. its evil snuffs out all other light, the wisps fading until ambriel can see an orc in the flames. his body is crippled, a miscreant, half consumed by the power he carries

Ambriel tries to not be impress by this creature, to not let him influence her. She gear up her weapon and shield, focusing on her opponent. She walks toward him, hoping to succeed that battle.

his anger is feeding the flame and flares up as he sees the angel approach

"YOU WRTECHED THING. SERVING THE GODESS WHO HAS FORSAKEN US. FORSAKEN ME. THE FEL WILL EAT YOUR SOUL AND I WILL MAKE YOUR BODY MY PAINSLUT."

the orc shouts in anger and throws a green fire bolt after ambriel

the orc stumbles back, barely out of ambriels reach before he roars and fire lashes out again

Ambriel couldn't evade rhe green fure bolt, she tries to swing her scimitar but misses

she is in front of another fire bolt...

she took that second bolt, that fight is not going well for now

she doesn't want to loose, she has to win, she swing again her scimitar

the cripple takes a hit, more fire oozing from the wound, he howls in agony before he strikes again

Ambriel feels the fel fire numb her own thoughts. slowly her soul is eroding under its heat

despite her mind shattering, she's still want to fight... She has no other option by the way ...

by now her superior opponent can measure her attacks, letting her hit air

starting to be very anxious, she focus on the fire, may be she'll avoid this one

Ambriel's despair is dense, she resort to try some spell. May be blinding him could gave her some time...

this time ambriel withstands the fires effect and regains some hope

as she dodge the fire, she shines with the power of the Light

the orc clutches his eyes and curses, not attacking. also the fire dulls and ambriel regains one level as her holy light breaks part of the fel's hold on her

Ambriel then react by swinging her scimitar

he grunts in pain

"Once i subdued you i'll **** you until there's nothing left, you bitch!"

after landing a minimal hit, Ambriel has to dodge another fire

with her light fading the fires grip tightens once again, she can slowly feel her purpose slip away

Ambriel feels drowsing, but that also give her an idea, if she could put him to sleep, she could make a powerful attack he won't avoid, but she'll need to succeed that spell first

the orc shakes of her spell attempt

"You are almost mine, slut. I hope you like pain for your sake. I'll make you scream."

Ambriel can feel the fire overwhelm her, tearing apart her soul, the orc over her, his hand reaching to grab her throat.... and then he's gone. the angel is writhing in pain (and pleasure) on the ground, before the archway. as she regains control she can hear the creatures voice again

"You are not yet strong enough to hold onto the goddess powers. for now her relic shall stay with us. return and once you have become stronger we will summon you again, child of her blood."

Ambriel gets up, checking around her... That battle felt very very real ... Was it only an illusion? she failed the trial indeed she's not powerful enough ...

But at least she would try again later, that's something....

"well, that trial was really something, you are wise ti test people like that. It was a good lesson for me "

"Seek the wisdom of him who send you here. Surely he can teach you how to further your strength."

"i'll take note of your suggestion. I'll come back when i'll be stronger"

"We will guard her remains until your return."

Ambriel finds her way back to the camp, it takes some time, but it is not difficult. as she gets close she can hear some minor commotion. nothing serious, but maybe something interesting

Ambriel goes toward the commotion to get informations

it seems the orcs 'acquired' two elven women in the meantime. one of them is already tied as cattle and currently fucked by the chief next to the pen while the second one is in the process of being tied up. observing for just a few seconds convinces Ambriel however that both of them enjoy their preoccupation, as neither shows even the slightest hints of resistance. in the pen it seems the huntress has given birth while ambriel was away. she and the nymph are tied with their throats against the fence and their tits milked like cows. the huntress is audibly begging the orcs around her to just breed another child into her, but so far it seems nobody is fulfilling that request.

Ambriel let the tribe at this festive party, and goes looking for a spot for sleep

she can rest in any of the tents she wants

Ambriel picks a tent rather clean, and put her stuff down. Then she try to talk to the shaman

while the orcs indoctrinate the newcomers ambriel has time to talk with the elder in his tent. he welcomes her

"It is good to see you are back safely. How did it go?"

"not so good. I failed the trial, but they said i could redo it later, when i'll be stronger"

he laughs

"Do not worry. Many have failed on their first try. Go and ask the chief. He can tell you about it. What wisdom gave the guardians on your departure?"

"they suggest that i talk to the one who put me on that quest in the start, to get more lore. I guess it makes some sense."

"Then tell me about your trial. And i will try to help you out."

"they asked my help to fight a champion of the fel. It felt very very real, but once it was over, all vanished and the guardians told me i failed. I have to admit that i was glad to only failed the trial and not a real battle against that opponent. His attacks didn't seem to deal traditional damage, but my mind felt like dissolving gradually."

"These trials are rarely what they seem. The guardians will not tell you what to do. Rather they'll tell you what you will see but the direct approach is never the right one."

"For my trial they showed me a woman and told me to use my powers to shape her. But i wasn't supposed to just make her like i wanted her, but i listened to her and made her in her own wishes. So i passed. Your trial sounds similar to the traditional chiefs trial i'd say. But i am not supposed to tell. Only a chieftain can. Because if he tells you about it, you forfeit your right to become leader."

"i'll try to think of alternative strategies. Thanks for the advice. The chief seems to be actually enjoying the lastest addition to the pen, i think i'll better talk to him in the morning."

"Oh, the elves? They were a gift from our sister tribe. Those elves love to be dominated and they volunteered to be in the pen. Their oracle might know something about the eye of the godess. Speak to them later, after everyone had a chance to fuc kthem. Or, just go and fuck them yourself. Nothing you can come up with is too depraved for them."

he gives ambriel another look

"Also, if you want, you can stay longer and give birth here. I wasn't sure yesterday but i can see it now. It's on you, what you want."

"i think i'll take on that offer and stay at least a little while. Good night, see you tomorrow."

Ambriel then decide to be a good guest of the tribe, and to not offend them get some pleasure, she went to the pen and wait for a turn with one of the eagerly ladies slaves, so she could sit on the ground, open her legs and savor the lick. May be someone could also fuck the **** while Ambriel get licked....

If the **** make it good, and still has her mind, Ambriel could ask what part of her body she would like to improve, as payment.

as soon as ambriel beckons, one of the elves crawls over, eagerly burying her face between ambriels legs. she definitely knows what she is doing as ambriel experiences pleasure like she never has before. it is more sensual and soft but evenly as intense. between kisses and sucking the elf softly tugs at ambriels pussy folds, worming her tongue inside her and expertly eating her out. another female is quickly moving up, in turn eating out the offered elven pussy

Ambriel is in bliss, and let herself in the care of the expert elven. for a moment she can forget her burdens, relax and enjoy.

very soon she can feel her orgasm building up and squirts into the womans face, who is happily lapping everything up, swallowing what ambriel gives her

After calming down from the orgasm, Ambriel cuddles with the elven, softly asking her if there is a part of her body that she would want to change or improve.

she'S a bit surprised but says she wishes she had bigger breasts that permanently lactate so she can be a milk cow and feed the newborn and her penmates

Ambriel puts hers hands on her breasts and focus on the power of the goddess, trying to fullfil that wish.

ambriel has full control over the change. she can alter the womans body to her desire

as the elven wants to be a cow, Ambriel gives her only a little bigger breast, but two more breasts under them, so she'll provide for more hungry mouths, Ambriel also make sure that the milk production can be healthy with strong flow on the now 4 tits.

some warriors see ambriel magic and come closer, and as soon as ambriel is done they flip the helpless elf on her back, gropingher tits. all four of them start giving milk and she moans, thanking ambriel in between. she mentions that ambriel should seek out the elven clan if she can to talk with their oracle about her divine powers. then she is grapped and her neck tied to the fence as ambriel had seen before, her tits are getting milked like a cows while some orc is lubing up her ass with the elven milk and then starts fucking the willing maiden in her ass

still on the aftermath bliss, Ambriel leave the pen , back to the tent, and goes to sleep.