Venus takes her new home

With this the orcs began to disperse. There was much work to do to repair the damage after the attack. Venus looked about the village. Though it had suffered damage during the orc’s conquest, to see the ruins it had been reduced to by the hunter’s raid pierced her heart. It was not the town, for they would leave it soon enough once the war season was renewed, but the idea that someone would dare attack them, her family, in their very homes that enraged her. Smoke still billowed from ruined huts and sparks still played here and there, casting vivid shadows of orcs and slaves as they worked to douse the flames. Venus sighed and rubbed her gravid belly. Her eyes wandered down to Sheila, who had remained on her knees at her new mistress’s side. Venus stroked the woman’s long brown hair, her fingers toying with the braids they were bound in. Now, it was Venus’s turn do her part to heal the camp.

“Stand up,” she commanded. The girl stumbled to her feet. “Walk.” The harem mistress punctuated this command with a swat to the new ****’s ass. Sheila yelped and jumped, her face burning in humiliation as she trotted before Venus and Te'ran.

Venus led the unfortunate hunter to her and Te'ran’s home. It had once been the village apothecary, but now served the shamaness more than adequately. Pushing open the door Venus led Sheila into the suffocating darkness.

Venus at once changed her own direction and made her way towards a mound of supple cushions arranged in a corner. From among them she produced a fine leather collar. Her own, once upon a time. She smiled in nostalgia and ran her fingers along the supple leather, then turned to Sheila. She tossed the collar to the brunette, who caught it despite her surprise.

“Put it on, Songbird,” Venus ordered.

Sheila gulped thickly but quickly donned it. She jumped at a whoosh of flames as Te’ran ignited the hearth with a word, throwing the room into stark relief. Naturally, it was mainly Te’ran’s residence, and it had the distinct air of not so much being lived in as used. Furniture was nearly non-existent, save a table which had been saved and loaded with herbs, bottles, and the more lurid items which were a shaman’s calling. No sorcerers den this, but something more raw, with the skulls of animals hanging from necklaces about the ceiling, the beaded spider webs of dreamcatchers and the smoke, scented air of burning herbs. A black cauldron sat over the fire, but the orcess ignored all this and fiddled with a satchel hanging from a nail on the wall.

Venus reclined among the pillows, her only items in the room, as most of her work was done in the harem. She scooted up, her heavy belly rolling beneath her large breasts. Blood still stained the harem mistress’s skin, and she directed Sheila’s attention to a bucket and rag in the corner.

“First thing’s first. Clean me, my Songbird.”

Sheila stared. “What?”

Venus sighed. “You didn’t think that it would be all sex, did you? You’re my ****. That means you have to earn your rewards from my hand.”

“I…I didn’t think that at all!”

“Good. Then hop to it.”

Shaking with shame and anger Sheila fetched the bucket and rag and brought them to the harem mistress. She hesitated then, her eyes taking in the powerful frame of this woman, the blood of the werewolf still on her hands, her golden girdle wedged beneath her pregnant stomach, her necklaces gleaming in the dark firelight as they draped her heavy breasts. She resembled some strange idol of womanhood from a darker age.

Sheila tried to mask her nervousness as she wetted the cloth and began to clean Venus. Always she felt the former shadow hunter’s eyes on her, and the new ****’s hands shook when the cloth moved over the woman’s clearly pregnant belly, the sheer thought of the orc’s spawn within filling her with revulsion.

When Sheila reached Venus’s thighs she hesitated at the drying girlcum which coated her entrance. “Don’t be shy now. You’ve already been so intimately introduced.”

Sheila reddened anew and hastily wiped off Venus’s legs and between her thighs. When finally done she tossed the rag into the bucket and bowed her head.

“There. I’m done.”

Venus chuckled. “Quite.” She patted the cushions beside her. “Lie by me, my Songbird.”

Sheila hid her disgust and did as bid. She was acutely aware of her small figure next to the voluptuous Venus. Her eyes, unbidden, slid to the breasts, already swollen with milk for the child she bore, then to the sphere of her belly in which the spawn of an orc incubated.

Venus smiled. “Don’t worry. We’ll be sure you carry your own in good time.”

Sheila balked. “I would rather die!”

Venus laughed. “Do you know how often I’ve heard those words? Silly little maids form villages conquered beneath our feet?”

“I am not some peasant girl!”

“And you think I haven’t broken better than you?” Venus laughed anew and began to gently pet Sheila’s hair once more. “We don’t just have pretty village maids peopling the harem. We have all kinds. Women from all backgrounds, all equal in servitude to the orcs. Noble women torn from their husband’s sides. Hunters, knights, even paladins now willingly serve the orcs. Do you remember the knight Hellin? Bitch of the king they called her. She was one of their best.”

“She vanished. But…” Sheila’s eyes widened.

Venus smirked. “I’ll introduce you later.”

“I…” Sheila’s voice quavered as Venus’s hand wandered along her back and to her arm, stroking skin rough with goosebumps at the unexpected sensation.

“Hm? You had a question?’ Venus purred as her fingers found the gentle curve of Sheila’s c cups, pinching the engorged nipples which topped them.

“I…Why, Venus?” Sheila almost begged. “Why did you do it? Why…ah…why turn on the hunters? On the realm? Become a…a whore for orcs?”

Venus sighed deeply. “Hold on a moment. Let me prepare you.” Sheila gasped as Venus’s fingers found the ****’s cunny, stroking the lips still saturated in the dried cum which branded her. “You see,” Venus began as she toyed with Sheila’s cunt, “I didn’t think I would do it either. I only even agreed to lie with the orcs to free Rondo. I loved him, once. But that was a lifetime ago.”

Sheila squirmed, panting as the harem mistress’s fingers danced across her bud. “You…you killed him,” Sheila managed.

“I did. And I would do it again. A hundred times. That life is behind me. Do you know why I chose to become a harem mistress?”

Sheila tried to reply, but only groaned.

“It is because I finally understood. You see Sheila, Rondo didn’t know how to make me a woman. No civilized man knows how anymore. They hide behind skirts of civilization. They’ve lost the ability to take it. To take what they want. Who they want. They’ve forgotten real power. It’s not to ride into a town with knights and carry off the odd maid. It’s not skillful dances in courtroom balls, stifled under immense dresses and pantaloons. It is here. Now. It’s to fight for your pleasure. It’s dominance and submission. There are only the two. Peasants ground beneath a lord’s heel, too afraid to lift a finger, bound by fancy treaties and pieces of paper, they aren’t people anymore. We free them from their weakness.

“It’s the fight, my little Songbird. Lineage means nothing. You need to win. You need to conquer another, to rise on the platform of strength. That is the only truth. To dominate, be overpowered, to be stronger than another. When Rose and I were captured, do you think we were weaker than the orcs? No. But we were weaker in another way.” Sheila moaned as Venus’s fingers found the nub of her clit and began to stroke it. “We lost sexually. They deserved out servitude, because they were better than us. I learned this first. When we conquer a village and take the women, it is our right. A right of strength. Those women learn it soon enough as well. That they deserve to serve. And their conquerors deserve to be served.”

Sheila’s breath came in ragged gasps of hot air, flowing against Venus’s skin. The mistress of the harem leaned closer to the huntress. “And that is the lesson I am going to teach you.”

Venus pulled free her hand, soaked with Sheila’s juice. She pressed them to her thrall’s mouth. “Suck.” Without thinking Sheila did, taking the stained digits into her mouth, tasting herself eagerly. Venus smiled and pulled free her fingers, a bridge of saliva connecting them a moment before breaking.

Taking Sheila’s head Venus guided it to her cunt. Her lips were engorged and hot from toying with the other woman. “My master cannot risk entering me right now. But you’ll do. Lick.” Rising to her hands and knees, ass in the air, Sheila at once plunged into the harem mistress’s box.

Sheila had only been lapping at Venus’s nether lips for a few moments before she felt something prodding her cunt. Venus looked over Sheila’s head and smiled at the orc shaman, the phallus strapped between her green legs bobbing eagerly as it pressed against Sheila’s cunt. Grabbing the brunette’s hips, Te’ran plunged forward.

Sheila gasped, arching her back and raising her face from between Venus’s legs with surprise. Venus at once **** her back down. “Back to work.” She tittered at the high pitched gasps and moans coming from the **** as she was pounded by the shaman. “Mmm. Such a lovely voice, my pretty Songbird.”

“Well chosen,” Te’ran said. Venus smiled lovingly at the shamaness and reached out. Returning the loving look, Te’ran took the hand of the chocolate brown haired woman, never ceasing to drive her faux cock into the **** between them, forcing the unfortunate huntress into the cunt of the woman she loved.