Chichi: thanks for reviewing. The thing about female orcs is Tolkien never mentioned them, ever. So there's no proof that there ever were any, though I don't see how that could be possible cause they had to reproduce somehow and I doubt all their offspring came from human women - but you never know. However, there are two things to orcs - they are either tortured elves that were corrupted until they turned into orcs, or Melkor tried to make a copy of elves and it resulted in orcs. Either way, it seems like they reproduce sexually. And then there's the orcs in LOTR, which are Uruk-hai and were specially bred orcs with humans to make their offspring as big and powerful and awful as they were. But no mention of lady orcs anywhere, so I honestly don't know. I'm not saying there definitely aren't any, but I'm not putting female orcs in this story.

XVI. and he says I'm in love, I'm in with a woman/ yeah this is my confession

He apologized when dawn broke, though it was an indiscernible mumble as he looked at the ground. She understood all the same and she looked up at him with a small smile, easing him of his discomfort. "What will we do now?" she asked him softly.

With a sigh he met her gaze. "You will have my son," he told her.

Her brows rose. "You are so sure it is a son?" she asked with a smile, to which he nodded. She loosed her own sigh. "Then I shall have your son."

Placing a hand under her chin he lowered his face to hers. "Our son, and he will the fiercest orc this world has seen." Her smile spread and grew so lovely his dark twisted heart for a moment knew light, and he pressed his mouth to her forehead before leaving her.

She laid back and held her hands on her stomach, wondering what he would look like. Azog was not handsome by any means, but after seeing his face for two years she found there was a beauty to him; a dark and terrible beauty etched in each scar on his pale skin. The others orcs were not so lucky, for lumps and growths marred their features, and she wondered if perhaps he would look more like them. Her thoughts were interrupted by a wet nose and a gentle tongue and she smiled before wrapping her arms around Daisy; even though she were older now, to the age where male wargs wished to mate her, she was still the warg pup Calla had loved a few years before.

"Oh Daisy," Calla said softly when she felt the wet fur around the back of her neck. Daisy whined her unhappiness as she nestled closer, pressing her face into Calla's breasts; Calla knew a male had gotten Daisy around the back of the neck and mounted her – knowing exactly which one it was – something her warg was not pleased to have happened. "It's okay," she cooed as she continued stroking her fur, hearing her whine again.

Azog returned after supper to find Calla braiding her hair and Daisy with her head on her lap. "Are you alright?" he asked wondering why Daisy had come to her.

Calla looked up at him with almost stern eyes. "I am," she said emphasizing the I. "Daisy does not like your warg."

He chucked as he laid beside where she sat, having seen his dark warg fucking the smaller white one. "He likes her," he said looking at the warg, who was staring at him pitifully.

With hard eyes and furrowed brows she stared at him, making him laugh amused. She pushed his hand away when he reached for her hair, and she pushed him away again and lost hold of her braid making it fall apart. Azog smiled pleased, for as much as she liked it up and out of the way he liked it down so he could trace her curls. She tilted her head toward him when she felt his hand in her hair, his fingers entwined in the strands; he tugged gently and she laid down on his chest, his arm around her back and Daisy still curled against her side.

"Do you really think I am fat?" she asked, his words from last night having been bothering her since.

Azog lay still on his back, his hand heavy around her. He was not sure what to say, what words would not make her cry as she seemed prone to do as of late. He had been silent too long and she sat up with wide eyes looking down at him. Not knowing any words for her or what to say he placed his hand between her breasts and said, "love." He saw a smile twitch on her mouth before she leaned forward and kissed his lips gently and laid back down satisfied, and he was left breathless from how close he'd come to inducing tears. And he laid with her against him wondering how he would survive if it got worse.

…

Her moods eventually leveled and she was his Calla again, only her stomach had grown larger and more than just her breasts ached. He had returned to the tent one night to find her completely bare, seeing her very round breasts with their rosy nipples and her lovely smooth legs and more importantly what lay between them, it was a feast for his eyes for he had not lain with her in months and his desire was becoming unbearable. He spread her legs and settled between them before pressing fully against her, leaning forward as he rubbed against her swelling womanhood. It was not until he heard her soft moans, and then the tightening of her legs around him, that he realized her desire had been growing as well.

"Where is your dress?" he asked after he'd finished, turned on his side to hold her as she lay on her back.

"It does not fit," she mumbled, feeling very large though she would grow much more in the next two months.

He smiled into her hair. "I will get you a new one," he told her, and they would be leaving soon for they needed to begin gathering supplies for winter which drew closer every week. He was more gentle with her now than he had ever been, than he ever would be again, but only because she needed it; she was with child and it was taking a toll on her, taxing her energy making her large and cry more often than she liked. And so he was gentle, almost even kind, because he loved her and he loathed it when she cried; but only behind the tent, for she rarely left it now that her ankles were swollen and her shoes did not fit, where no other eyes but hers to see his tenderness.

It was the day after the next that a band of them left to raid the villages nearby, or the camps of travelers. Azog had returned with a new dress that fit her rounded belly more, as well as a head. Every time he left he brought her one back, showing her not only his strength and skill but also his love, and eventually it pleased her to see them. And she would look up at him with a smile and he'd touch her cheek; and after they retreated to the tent an orc would feed the head to the wargs. Azog's warg most often got the head, for even to wargs he was the leader's mount and therefore the greatest. And he often shared it with Daisy, who he mated with frequently; and she had eventually stopped resisting, laying on her belly and letting him mount her, and she even started to enjoy it. And within months after the dark warg had first shut his jaws on the scruff of her neck, she began to grow larger with a litter.

One night Calla had gasped and grabbed her stomach, alarming both Azog and Daisy and they looked to her in fear. Her brows had furrowed and then she smiled, taking his hand and placing it on her stomach. There was a small thump he felt on his fingertips, and it took him a moment to realize it was his son. It amazed him that an orc was growing in her belly, and he looked down at her with surprised eyes to see her smiling with tears in her eyes. She was growing to care greatly for the babe, as a woman naturally did when they were with child, for they saw their babes as a part of them; as an orc, Azog did not see the little orc as a part of him, but as what he would grow to be, he imagined the fierce warrior he would be, the many people he would kill with nothing more than his mighty hands. They eventually laid back and settled once more, both their dreams of their son; one of love and care, the other of blood and destruction.

She needed a new dress again after winter began, her stomach even larger and her breasts swollen with the milk she would soon have. She barely left the tent at all anymore, not even for the cold clean air she loved so much to breathe; Calla had had to ride Azog's warg, for she was heavy and he did not want her on another dog since Daisy was pregnant with a litter; Daisy had glared threatening at the dark warg when he looked at Calla, and he quickly learned the woman was not to be hurt, and so he let her ride him even when Azog did not. It had been a miserable few days for her as they traveled back to the Ettenmoors for winter, and she was relieved when it finished.

Azog would return to her at night, only laying next to her now that she was so large; and he knew, very clearly, that she would give birth soon and it worried him for no orc knew how to help her. And so he left her, taking with him a small band of orcs in search of someone who could.

"When will you return?" she asked him when he came to bid her goodbye, for even she knew it was coming closer to the day.

"A few days at most," he answered, not wishing to leave her in case the pains started sooner; but she had given him a request, one only he trusted himself to enforce; she did not want anyone hurt, not for her. He was to find a woman and bring her here, treat her kindly and keep their hands off her, and she would leave still unharmed after their son was born. He had not been pleased, had even refused at first, but with angry blue eyes she stared him down – her lips which he enjoyed so greatly pressed in a thin line – and he had relented.

And now he rode southwest along the river, hoping to come across a group traveling trying to beat the worst of the winter still to come. As luck would have it they did find a small, well armed party, that was traveling home after visiting their kin; and by chance, there was a female. Azog had gave his orcs the order they would kill no one, on word from Calla – to which they had agreed and now stood waiting for Azog's word.

So an orc crept silently toward them, it being the earliest hours of morning and the watchman's back to them; and he had hit what happened to be a dwarf over the head with the handle of his weapon so he would not wake the others, and then he'd wrapped a hand around the female's mouth and pulled her after him. It was even more luck that the orc had grabbed the female, having thought he saw the shape of breasts; for when they saw her face with its beard she looked a man.

She was terrified and shaking, trying to scream as the orc carried her feet above the ground with a hand still over her mouth. The orc dropped her roughly, a league away from her camp, and before she could scream a large pale orc slapped her hard across the face stunning her.

"Have you aided a woman birth a child?" an orc roughly demanded, stooping low and putting his horrid face in hers.

She did no more than stare at him with wide eyes, her chest heaving as she fought a scream; knowing it would mean her death. She whimpered when he grabbed her hair and pulled on it so hard she could feel the roots holding each strand in her skin.

"Answer me," the orc seethed.

"Yes," she sobbed, hearing the revolting orc speaking with the pale one. Her heart turned to ice when he looked at her, his eyes dark and murderous in the moonlight as he looked down at her. Before she could scream the hand was back over her mouth and she was pulled onto a warg, where they raced toward a woman who had just felt the first twinges of the beginning of labor.

song is Big Parade by the Lumineers - and yes I used this song before, but I thought this chapter had a more lighter feel to it and it's an amazing song with a great beat; and Azog really did show he loves her here.