The forest hummed with life around me. Wind whispered secrets through the leaves, birds twittered in the canopy above, and the distant rush of a waterfall painted a soothing soundscape. I hadn't realized how much I needed this moment of peace, this unexpected respite from the hunt. It was then, as the cockatrice's petrification began to loosen its grip on my body, that she came into view.
A High Orc.
Towering over me, she must have been nearly three meters tall. Her skin was the color of rich earth, a stark contrast to the vibrant green of her eyes and the shock of white hair that cascaded down her back. I was mesmerized. She exuded a strength that was both captivating and intimidating. With effortless grace, she scooped me up, one hand encircling my waist like I weighed no more than a child.
A thrill, a forbidden excitement, coursed through me.
"Hard already?" she rumbled, a hint of surprise in her voice. My face flushed. I was still unable to speak, the lingering effects of the petrification holding my tongue captive.
She carried me through the dense undergrowth towards a dilapidated cottage, nestled in a secluded clearing. The waterfall I had heard earlier roared nearby, its mist a constant presence in the air. As we approached the cottage, a small figure emerged.
"Mom, did you bring me some berries? I want my blueberries!" a young voice chirped.
The High Orc chuckled, reaching into a pouch at her side and producing a handful of plump, blue berries. The little Orc, her daughter, squealed with delight, her own green eyes sparkling.
My captor – no, my rescuer – carried me into the cottage and down a set of rickety stairs. We entered a dimly lit basement, surprisingly cozy with a bed piled high with furs. She laid me gently on the soft bedding, her touch surprisingly gentle. Then, with a heavy thud, she closed and barred the door.
Her massive breasts surrounding my head as she violently consumes my dick in her pussy. Though not the tightest I've had, her pussy felt amazing as she kisses me intensely.
Changing both hole and position every time she got me to cum, she ends by sucking me off and letting my cum damp her hair, as her body was covered win copious amounts of cum, and it too overflowing from but her pussy and anus as well as taining not only have face but also mouth.
When it was over, a wave of sadness washed over her. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks. "I am so sorry," she choked out, her voice thick with emotion. "I didn't want to force it upon you. But I... I couldn't hold back."
My heart ached for her. She thought she had taken advantage of me, still believing I was petrified. Finally, the last vestiges of the cockatrice's magic faded, and I found my voice.
"No," I said, pushing myself up to sit on the bed. "I am the one who's sorry. I should have said something, but... you were just so..." I stumbled over my words, heat creeping up my neck. "I didn't want you to stop."
Her head snapped up, eyes wide with surprise. Before I could say another word, she crashed her lips against mine, her arms wrapping around me in a fierce embrace. Her tears fell onto my face, mingling with my own.
"You... you don't mind that I have a daughter?" she whispered against my skin.
I tightened my hold on her, a laugh escaping my lips. "We have a daughter," I corrected, my voice filled with wonder and a newfound affection.
And then I kissed her, pouring all my gratitude, desire, and burgeoning love into that single act.
My stomach growled loudly, the sound echoing awkwardly in the tense silence. The High Orc, still unconscious on the floor, stirred slightly. I cleared my throat, hoping to distract attention from my rumbling belly.
"I think I could go for some food," I said sheepishly.
The High Orc, her expression softening, offered a small smile. "Of course," she rumbled, her voice surprisingly gentle. "Follow me."
She led the way up the rickety wooden steps, and I followed close behind. As we reached the top, a lithe figure emerged from a shadowy corner, her green eyes narrowed with suspicion. This was Runa, the High Orc's daughter, a young woman who carried herself with a confident swagger that belied her youthful appearance.
"Who is this, Mother?" Runa asked, her voice laced with a hint of challenge.
Before the High Orc could answer, Runa lunged at me with surprising speed, her clawed hand raking across my arm. I stumbled back, surprised by the sudden attack.
"Runa!" the High Orc scolded, pulling her daughter back. "What do you think you're doing?"
"He's a human!" Runa spat, her voice filled with venom. "He's going to hurt you!"
The High Orc sighed and looked at me apologetically. "I apologize for my daughter's behavior," she said. "She's not used to visitors."
I shook my head, wincing slightly as I examined the scratches on my arm. "It's alright," I said, trying to appear unfazed. "I understand her reaction."
The High Orc, her gaze softening, gently touched Runa's arm. "Runa, this is a friend," she said softly. "He won't hurt us."
Runa, still scowling, looked at me with suspicion. I offered her a tentative smile, hoping to ease her apprehension.
Just as the tension in the room began to dissipate, the front door burst open. A tall, muscular figure clad in gleaming plate armor stood in the doorway, her face hidden behind a helmet, her eyes blazing with righteous fury. She was an Axe Knight, gripping a menacing double-edged axe in her gauntleted hands.
Her gaze fell upon me, then to my bleeding arm, and finally settled on the Orcs with renewed rage.
"By the gods!" she roared, her voice booming through the small space. "These vile creatures have wounded you! They will pay for this!"
She charged towards the High Orc with a terrifying battle cry, her axe raised high. The High Orc snarled, stepping in front of Runa, ready to defend her daughter.
"Runa, get back!" she yelled, pushing her daughter behind her.
The Axe Knight swung her axe with a powerful arc, aiming for the High Orc. I reacted instinctively, grabbing a heavy cast iron frying pan from the nearby counter and swinging it with all my might. The pan connected with the Axe Knight's helmet with a resounding clang, sending it flying off her head.
The force of the blow knocked the Axe Knight off balance, and she stumbled back, momentarily stunned. Her long, flowing hair tumbled down around her shoulders, revealing a face that was strikingly familiar.
"What in the..." I muttered, my voice catching in my throat. My heart pounded in my chest as recognition dawned. Standing before me, disarmed and disheveled, was my older sister.
"Sis?!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with disbelief.
My sister blinked, her eyes widening in surprise. "Brother?! What are you doing?!" she gasped, her voice laced with confusion. "Protecting these... these Orcs?"
"You almost killed my daughter!" I growled, my voice low and dangerous, the shock of seeing my sister quickly turning to anger.
My sister stammered an apology. "I... I deeply apologize," she said, her voice filled with remorse. "I saw your wounds and... and I assumed... I was wrong."
She sheathed her axe, and as she did, Runa suddenly darted forward, leaping onto my sister and planting a passionate kiss on her lips.
My sister, caught completely off guard, let out a surprised gasp. But instead of pulling away, she found herself drawn into the kiss, her arms instinctively wrapping around Runa's waist.
Runa, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of admiration and desire, deepened the kiss, her hands exploring the Axe Knight's armor-clad body and slightly pregnant belly.
The High Orc, who had been observing the scene with a mixture of amusement and concern, cleared her throat. "Runa," she said gently, "perhaps you should give our guest some space."
Runa, reluctantly releasing her grip on my sister, stepped back with a pout.
My sister, her face flushed crimson, looked at me with a bewildered expression. This unexpected turn of events had certainly complicated things.
The tension in the room crackled like a live wire. My sister, still flustered from Runa's enthusiastic embrace, stammered, "I... uh... well, this is..."
"Unexpected," I finished for her, my voice dry. "To say the least."
The High Orc, ever the composed matriarch, stepped forward, her gaze stern but not unkind. "Runa," she said, her voice firm, "I believe an apology is in order."
Runa, though momentarily abashed, quickly recovered her confidence. "But she's so..." she gestured vaguely at my sister, "amazing!"
My sister, still slightly dazed, managed a weak smile. "It's quite alright," she said, her voice regaining its usual composure. "Though perhaps a bit... sudden."
I cleared my throat, attempting to regain control of the situation. "Perhaps we can all sit down and discuss this like civilized... people?" I said, the word feeling strange in this context.
The High Orc nodded in agreement. "That would be wise," she said, gesturing towards a rough-hewn table in the corner of the room.
We settled around the table, the atmosphere thick with unspoken questions and uncertain alliances. My sister, still blushing slightly, avoided my gaze. Runa, on the other hand, couldn't seem to take her eyes off her.
"So," I began, attempting to break the silence, "it seems we have a lot to discuss."
My sister nodded. "Indeed we do," she said, her voice serious. "Starting with what in the hells you are doing here, brother, consorting with Orcs?"
I hesitated, unsure how to explain the events that had led me to this unlikely alliance. "It's a long story," I said finally.
"We have time," the High Orc rumbled, her voice surprisingly gentle.
And so, I began to recount the tale of my encounter with the cockatrice, my unexpected rescue by the High Orc, and the events that had led to my current predicament. As I spoke, I could see the surprise and disbelief in my sister's eyes.
When I finished my story, a heavy silence fell over the room. My sister was the first to break it.
"I... I never would have believed it," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "To think that you... that you..."
"That I fell in love with an Orc?" I finished for her, a wry smile playing on my lips.
My sister shook her head. "No," she said, her voice soft. "That you would risk your life to protect her and her daughter."
She looked at the High Orc, her expression softening. "I misjudged you," she admitted. "I let my prejudice cloud my judgment."
The High Orc nodded. "We all make mistakes," she said. "The important thing is to learn from them."
Runa, who had been unusually quiet throughout the conversation, suddenly spoke up. "So," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "does this mean you're going to stay with us now?"
My sister blushed again, her gaze darting between Runa and me. "I... I don't know," she stammered.
I chuckled. "It seems we have even more to discuss than I initially thought," I said, a sense of hope blossoming in my chest. Perhaps this unexpected turn of events wasn't so bad after all. Perhaps it was the beginning of something new, something extraordinary.
As the conversation continued, my sister found herself increasingly drawn to Runa. Her strength, her confidence, her unwavering loyalty to her family - these were all qualities that my sister admired. And she couldn't help but be captivated by Runa's emerald eyes, which seemed to hold a depth of wisdom and experience that belied her youthful appearance.
By the time it was time to leave, my sister had developed a full-blown crush on Runa. She couldn't wait to see her again, to learn more about her, and to explore the possibilities of a future together.
As my sister rose to leave, Runa walked up to her, her eyes filled with unspoken desire. She leaned in close, her lips hovering just a breath away from my sister's. My sister, her heart pounding in her chest, saw the longing in Runa's eyes and knew that she felt the same way.
Without a second thought, my sister wrapped her hands around Runa's waist and squeezed her gently. Runa, surprised at first, hesitated for a moment. But then, as if pulled by an invisible force, she leaned into the kiss, her lips meeting my sister's in a hesitant touch.
My sister deepened the kiss, her hands sliding up Runa's shirt, caressing and exposing her aroused C Cups. Runa gasped softly, her body trembling with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. She leaned into the touch, her own hands finding their way to my sister's back, pulling her closer.
The kiss was deep and intense, filled with a passion that neither of them had expected. My sister, who had always been reserved and cautious, found herself swept away by the moment, lost in the intoxicating scent of Runa's musk and the feel of her soft skin against her own.
Runa, for her part, was equally surprised by the intensity of her own response. She had always admired strong, capable women, and my sister, with her gleaming armor and fierce determination, was the epitome of everything she desired.
As the kiss continued, the world around them seemed to fade away. The only thing that mattered was the feeling of their lips locked together, their bodies pressed close, their hearts beating in unison.
Finally, breathless and flushed, they broke apart. Runa, her cheeks burning with a rosy blush, looked up at my sister with wide, adoring eyes.
"Wow," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
My sister, her own heart pounding in her chest, couldn't help but smile. "Yeah," she agreed, her voice husky with emotion. "Wow."
They stood there for a moment, lost in each other's gaze, the silence filled with unspoken promises and unspoken desires.
The High Orc, who had been discreetly observing the scene from a distance, cleared her throat gently. "Runa," she said, her voice soft but firm, "perhaps it's time to let our guests retire for the night."
Runa, startled by her mother's voice, quickly stepped back, her cheeks still flushed. "Oh, right," she mumbled, her gaze lingering on my sister.
My sister, with a lingering glance and a soft smile towards Runa, turned to follow me. As we made our way down the creaky stairs to the basement room, I couldn't help but grin at my sister.
"Seems like someone's smitten," I teased, nudging her playfully.
My sister, her cheeks still flushed, rolled her eyes. "Oh, hush," she retorted, but there was a distinct lilt in her voice that betrayed her true feelings.
As we settled into the cozy basement room, the events of the day swirled in my mind. The encounter with the cockatrice, the unexpected rescue, the revelation of my sister's presence, and the blossoming romance between her and Runa – it was a lot to process.
But as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but feel a sense of optimism. Perhaps, just perhaps, this strange and unexpected adventure was the start of something truly wonderful.
The night settled over the cottage, casting long shadows across the dimly lit basement room. The High Orc and I lay entwined on the bed of furs, our bodies still warm from our passionate encounter. She was fast asleep, her rhythmic breathing a soothing lullaby in the quiet room.
I, however, found sleep elusive. My mind raced with the events of the day, the unexpected reunion with my sister, her budding romance with Runa, and the uncertain future that lay ahead as our pregnancy test proved positive.
A sudden urge to relieve myself forced me out of bed. Careful not to disturb the sleeping Orc, I crept towards the ladder leading up to the main floor. As I climbed, I heard a soft creak from the floorboards above.
Curiosity piqued, I tiptoed towards the source of the sound. The door to Runa's room was slightly ajar, and I could hear muffled whispers coming from within.
I hesitated, unsure whether to intrude. But then I heard my sister's voice, soft and breathless, followed by a giggle that was unmistakably Runa's.
A wave of realization washed over me. It seemed my sister and Runa had been just as busy as the High Orc and I. I couldn't help but grin at the thought.
Just then, my sister emerged naked from Runa's room, her cheeks flushed, her hair tousled, drool in her still aroused D cups as her cum flowed down her legs. She froze when she saw me, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I was just..."
"Going to the privy?" I finished for her, a mischievous glint in my eyes.
My sister blushed. "Yes," she admitted sheepishly.
We stood there for a moment, an awkward silence hanging in the air. Then, we both burst into laughter.
"Well," I said, clapping her on the shoulder, "it seems we've both had an eventful evening."
My sister nodded, her smile wide and genuine. "Indeed we have, but I still want to do it again with you!" she agreed.
Turning on the shower head to mask the sound, I pound hard and deep into her tight pussy. Squeezing her breasts hard, making them leak milk, as I fill her up again before her legs tremble and she falls back to the floor due to the pleasure.
As we made our way to the privy, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Despite the chaos and uncertainty of the day, there was a sense of hope and new beginnings in the air. The lines between human and Orc had blurred, and unexpected bonds had been forged. And as I looked at my sister, her face glowing with happiness, I knew that this strange and wonderful adventure was just getting started.
Pokemance: There, I did incest, could you now leave me alone with it, it's icky to write for me.