Debauchery In A Woman's World

Ethan stood at the edge of the cliff and looked down into the valley. The woods stretched out below him, dark and quiet. Far away he could see the smoke rising from the Orc camp.

The sight of it made something tight settle in his chest. He had known the news would be bad. He had still hoped it would be something else.

Soft steps came from behind. A large black wolf walked up and stopped a few paces away.

"Father. I have news."

Ethan turned. The tired smile he tried to give did not quite reach his eyes.

"What is it, Lupin? Where are Sylvan and Grimm?"

Lupin was the oldest and the biggest of the three. He was already more mature than the others, and he led them without trying. The way the pups had grown still felt wrong to Ethan.

Too fast. Too complete. Bodies that should have taken years had finished in days. It left a strange feeling in him every time he looked at them. Pride and unease sat side by side in his chest and refused to separate.

The wolf shifted. Black fur pulled back. Bones moved under the skin. In a few seconds a tall young man knelt on one knee in front of him, head bowed.

"Sylvan and Grimm are watching the camp like you told them. The news is bad. You were right."

Ethan's hands tightened at his sides until the knuckles went white.

"My mother? Garkash has her?"

Lupin kept his head down. His voice stayed steady, but there was something careful in it.

"The guards at the gate keep talking about a beautiful woman the king brought back from Gulchtown. From the way they talk… I think she is our grandmother."

Ethan almost corrected him. The word sat wrong in his mouth. Grandmother. These three had only existed for weeks. Velma had never even seen them. She did not know they existed.

Then he saw the way Lupin waited, still kneeling, still waiting for the answer that would tell him where he stood in this strange new family. The need in the young wolfkin's posture was plain. Ethan let the correction die.

"We're going in to get your grandmother," he said. "Are your brothers ready?"

Lupin looked up. Something eased in his face when he heard the word accepted. The tension in his shoulders loosened a little. He had needed that word more than he had shown.

For a moment he looked younger than the tall, hard body he wore.

"They are ready. We will give our lives if we have to."

Ethan felt the anger settle deep and cold in his chest. It was not the hot kind that made him shout. It was the kind that made everything quieter and sharper. The kind that left no room for anything else.

"No one is going to hurt my family again. Not my mother. Not Artis. Not any of you. Not today. Tonight we finish Garkash. I don't care what it costs."

He looked back toward the distant smoke. The wind carried a faint smell of burning and something worse underneath—old blood and the heavy stink of a camp that had taken more than it should.

"Call your brothers. Stay quiet until I give the signal. We move at nightfall."

Lupin nodded once. The black fur flowed back over his skin in a smooth wave. In seconds the massive wolf was already turning and disappearing into the trees to find the others.

Ethan stayed on the cliff a little longer. None of his power and accomplishments felt like enough when he thought about his mother inside that camp.

The image of her in chains—or worse—kept trying to form behind his eyes, and he kept pushing it away with force. He had already lost too much. He would not lose her too.

"I'm coming, Mother," he said quietly to the empty air.

***

Inside the Orc camp, in the back of Jibreel's alchemy room, the air was thick and damp. It smelled of blood, old herbs, burnt hair, and sex that had gone on too long without rest or mercy.

Gabriella was bent over a heavy wooden block that had once been used for butchering.

Garkash stood behind her, both hands locked on the thick globes of her ass, driving his cock into her pussy with heavy, wet impacts. Every thrust made her huge breasts swing hard and slap against the wood.

Her eyes were half-closed and dreamy. Soft, broken moans and wet sounds came out of her with each deep stroke.

Gabriella did not look like a warrior of heaven anymore. She looked like something that had been broken open and filled with only one need.

"I haven't enjoyed any fuck more than this, Jibreel," Garkash said, digging his blunt nails into her plump butt cheeks hard enough to leave deep marks.

"How did you get the angel to be so submissive? She almost beheaded me on the Gulchtown battlefield. Look at her now."

Jibreel watched from the side of the room. He had no sex organs and no interest in the act itself. He only watched what it did to both of them—the way the angel's body took and took, and the way the king's strength leaked away a little more each time.

"My king, the Fondel boy's blood is special. It somehow corrupted this angel. All she wants is the seed of men. No food. Nothing else is keeping her alive."

Garkash grinned, showing his tusks. He pulled out for a moment, flipped her massive body over onto her back, and pushed her thick thighs wide. Then he sank his cock back into her pussy in one long drive.

Gabriella's back arched. Her heavy breasts rolled with the motion. A low, helpless sound left her throat.

"I don't mind feeding her like this," the Orc king said. "I could fuck her for years and not be satisfied."

Jibreel's face stayed dark. Garkash had not noticed that his own stitches had opened again. Fresh green blood ran down his side in thin lines and dripped onto the floor.

The Orc King had been fucking the angel almost without rest for a full week—sometimes three or four times in a single night. Every time he came inside her, he looked a little worse.

Thinner in the face. More tired around the eyes. The heavy muscle of his arms had begun to lose its hard edge. Something inside the angel was taking his vitality with every load he poured into her.

That was part of Jibreel's plan.

Garkash wanted an heir from the angel more than he wanted anything else. A child with Orc strength and heavenly power. Something the tribes could point to and fear. Something that would make heaven itself take notice and hesitate.

But the two species were not compatible. Normal seed would never take root in her womb no matter how many times he filled her.

A black-toothed grin appeared on Jibreel's cracked lips. His nefarious plan was in action already.