To make sure you're pregnant

Your knees are slightly shaky as you get up to go inside the tent. Joan gives you a smile and wave as you get up before bringing her focus back to her orc baby.

When you enter the tent, you are surprised at how luxurious it is inside. There are several cushioned benches to lounge on, and the entire front room is filled with war trophies from various regions and races. You do not get much time to examine the whole room as Dular waves his hand to summon you into the back room, which when you enter it is very obviously his bedroom. You are slightly apprehensive at the sight of the huge four-poster bed, but the orc grabs your wrist and pulls you onto it.

You land on your back facing him, only able to watch as he throws off all his clothes and climbs into the bed. His body towers over you and you cower slightly at seeing the girth of his massive cock again. He grabs your thighs, forcing them apart, and without a word begins lining himself up with your waiting hole. You tense up slightly in anticipation until he begins pressing into you. Your pussy seems to know what that sensation means and the pleasure it will bring you. You close your eyes and relax your muscles, letting the orc enter you more smoothly. When he presses his cock against your womb, you open your eyes and look down, shocked to see a full half of his length still unused.

As he begins fucking you proper, you notice that he seems to be much more gentle this time, as if your pussy is a toy that he is being careful not to break. As he pumps in and out of you with his hips, his arms reach down and under your shoulders, keeping you in place while cradling you closer to his well-defined pecs. The feeling is even more pleasurable than when he fucked you this morning, and you soon completely submit to his good rhythmic grinding. Your hands wander their way down between your legs, teasing and pinching your clit as he continues pumping inside you.

The pleasure spreading inside you as he fills you and the focused teasing on your clit makes fireworks go off in your head, bringing you closer and closer to climax with every thrust. You do not have to wait long for it to finally come, and you soon are throwing your eyes open, moaning and screaming aloud, "YES FUCK ME WITH THAT ORC COCK, MAKE ME FEEL SO GOOD!" As you look up, staring into your orc stud's eyes, you see why Joan seemed so contented when you spoke. Where else could you get fucked by a cock as thick and hard as this one?

After your orgasm fades, Dular speeds up his thrusting. No doubt your climax has hastened his. He only lasts about a minute more before holding himself against your womb, filling it for the third time today. You reach down and hold his length that doesn't fit inside you. You can feel him pulse with every shot he pours into you. You place your other hand over your belly, wondering if his seed has already done its work inside you. After his ejaculation subsides, he simply holds you there, still impaled on his cock. For several minutes he stares at you, his chest heaving rhythmically after exerting himself. You can do nothing but stare back, reading in his eyes his intense desire in that moment to impregnate you.

Eventually, his still-erect cock begins thrusting again. You gasp at the sudden streaks of pleasure shooting through your body again, not expecting him to begin fucking you again, having not even pulled out from the last time. You do not need any prompting to simply begin enjoying yourself once again, one hand making its way back to your clit and the other to one of your stiff nipples. You work yourself to two orgasms before he begins filling you again several minutes later. Again he holds his cock as deep as it will go and sprays your ready womb with his seed, and again he holds it there after he's done.

This time, with two full loads in you, you realize what he's doing. You can feel, only slightly, the volume of semen inside you. His thick cock is spreading you to your limit and acting like a stopper, keeping his cum in your womb and not letting a single drop spill out, like what happened when he fucked you in the forest. He's making sure all his seed stays inside, searching for your egg to fertilize and make into his orc baby.

He continues fucking you in this manner over and over again, only pausing long enough to catch his breath between sessions but never giving your pussy a moment to spill its contents. You simply relax and enjoy yourself, easily bringing yourself to multiple orgasms with each round and in between teasing your clit while your orc lover catches his breath. After the third round you feel bloated, and after five you can see your belly bulge slightly. After one more, his seal on your pussy finally begins leaking under the pressure of so much cum, but that only provides more lubrication for the fuck fest to continue.

You lose track after that of how many times he cums inside you. It is fully night by the time he is done. When he finally pulls his cock out of you, an obscene amount of excess cum flows out of you. Despite the copious amount of fluid flowing out of you, however, you know that more than enough of it has already done its job inside your womb.

You can barely walk as you are ushered out of Dular's bedroom and shown where you will sleep. Off to the side of the main room is a small, sparsely-furnished room that serves as living and sleeping quarters for his breeding stock. Joan gives you an understanding smile as you hobble in and find an empty cushioned mat to sleep on. The glint in her eyes confirmed to you that for the past however many hours, she'd heard every moan, scream, and beg for more orc cock that you'd uttered. Clara only shows a slightly disgusted scowl before rolling over and turning her back to you for the night.

"Rest up, Rosa," Joan suggests as she passes you a blanket. "I can tell you're worn out, but you'll probably experience more of that tomorrow." Though her words are a warning, her tone conveys a different message - if you get a good night's rest tonight, you can experience hours of ecstacy underneath the orc again tomorrow...