In the great Celestial Hall, home of the gods, a battle raged. Futargh, the Twin-Pronged, goddess of the orcs, grappled with Huma, goddess of humanity, love and magic. The two had fought for eons, neither able to gain an upper hand against the other, both equally matched. But today, all of that would change.
As the shining goddess strained against her foe, Futargh shifted her stance, her footing becoming more solid. Futargh's giant bat-like wings flapped, loosing a gust of mighty wind that caused entire galaxies to wink out of existence, as even more were born in their wake. Huma fell to her knees, and Futargh was quick to press advantage.
Meanwhile, Valorum, the human god of warriors and valor clashed with Mystica the Cockless, orcish goddess of shamans, medicine and magic. Much like their counterparts, these two had also struggled against each other, eternal enemies locked in a conflict without end. As Mystica grew distracted by Huma's fall, Valorum capitalized, knocking her to the floor.
As the two triumphant gods pinned their foes, Valorum couldn't help but watch in horror. Futargh stripped her foe, and brought her to her hands and knees. Exhausted, Huma could give no resistance as Futargh brought her twin cocks to bear. With one hand on her conquered foes hip, the other fisted in her hair, Futargh rammed her twin cocks to the hilt inside Huma's ass and cunt, asserting her dominance for all eternity. Two pairs of godly breasts swayed and jumped as Futargh claimed her prize, showing no mercy as she cleaved her holes open. Huma could do nothing but groan and grunt in pain and pleasure as her new mistress began to saw in and out of her grasping holes, the massive twin cocks delving deeper, stretching wider, than anything else ever had. Her orgasm struck and the universe shuddered. She dropped her divine head to the floor in resignation as her new mistress began to own her, forever.
Valorum, in a rage of vindictive revenge, drew his own foe to her hands and knees. Mystica groaned as his own manhood ravaged her cunt. Much like Huma, Mystica was now a slave of her conqueror forevermore, to take his lusts and rages within herself. As her own godly breasts swayed and jiggled beneath her, the massive human cock battering at her orcish womb, she grunted and wailed her own orgasm to the heavens, knowing as his godly seed splashed against her cervix, that she too was now utterly owned for all time. The two conquerors locked eyes across the Celestial Hall, sharing a look of mutual respect. Their eternal war had now irrevocably shifted, becoming akin to a friendly rivalry, a contest of skill.
As Valorum delved deep and unloaded his balls, and Futargh bottomed out, locking her twin knots into her own mount, the two conquered goddesses let out load moans of pain and ecstasy, all four knowing that this was the new reality.
The orc, or Homo sapiens orcana, is, like many species on Erde, vaguely humanoid in regards to shape. However, there are several small differences. For one, all orcs are female, possessing large mammary glandes, a wombe, and ovaries. The vast majority, in fact all orcs but one minor tribe, are also possessed of a phallus and testicles, all three objects being prodigious in size.
Large, being possessed of a height in excess of seven feete, the orc is also robustly muscled, and possessed of strength exceeding that of a growne man. Truly ferocious in battle, a full growne orc is a frighteningly unstoppable force, and prone to immense blood rages, the quenching of which can only occur after sexual congress.
The lady Anne Fairchilde, Duchess of Esterly, one of the eight duchies of Weslon, read the tome nervously, her hands shaking as the women-folk waited in the castle keep.
On the Subject of Orcs
, by Ser Willem Limpwick, the seminal work on everything to do with orcs, was a truly terrifying work.
Anne was a slight woman, her long blonde hair hung in ringlets down her pale back, which was as narrow as the rest of her. 18, she had taken over the ladyship after her father, her sole remaining parent, had been slaughtered by the orcs. She was truly tiny, with small pert breasts, and a small pert ass, but she was as beautiful as a summers day.
'Why am I torturing myself so?' She thought to herself. 'What will all this reading actually do to help me?'
Humanity had been at war with the orcs for centuries, and until five years ago, had managed to drive them off each time they pressed forward. Five years ago, a Great War-Chief had risen, a tactical genius, and she had lead the orcish hordes to victory after victory, sacking each and every town and city in the Great Weslon Empire. They had slaughtered all the men each time, and in the confusion and chaos, the women had all managed to escape to the Castle Springdawn, in Humar, the capital city.
It would seem that nothing could stop the onslaught. The orcs had invaded swiftly, and so far the warriors of men had failed to hold them back. Even now, the last of Weslon's men-folk were amassed outside the walls, in a last-ditch effort to drive back the orcs.
Anne nervously kept reading, anything to keep her mind off the impending doom hanging over them all.
On the subject of orcish congress, the writer shudders to divulge the lurid matters involved. Orcs must reproduce by claiming and dominating a mate. The aggression and adrenaline involved in violence stimulates the ovaries and testicles of the orc warrior, and is the only known means of inducing fertility. However, due to the stigma of submitting to a superior in orcish society, no orc will ever deign to carry a childe. This of course, due to the compatibility of all Erde's races, means that an orc must claim a female of another race in order to breed.
A vast cultural phenomenon has arisen around this practice, and an orc's prestige is measured in large part by the number of forcibly taken mates she has. These enslaved women, known as Thralls, are forced to endure the brunt of an orcs reproductive aggression. They serve no other purpose in orcish society than to generate offspring. Orcs are violently possessive of their Thralls, and will devolve into murderous rages if their Thrall is molested by a male or other orc.
Thralls are subjected to a process known as "the titillation", a testing period in which the orc will sodomize her Thrall unmercifully until she can determine that Thrall's suitability to be bred. This is a grueling process, given the 12" average length of the orc phallus. After a lengthy penetrative effort, the conquered woman is ridden most vigorously, until the orc reaches the state of hysterical paroxysm, during which a large, bulbous outgrowth at the base of the phallus is engorged with blood, sealing the orc inside her mount. This bulb, known as the knot, prevents both the escape of the Thrall and the inadvertent spilling of the copious seed the orc expells, and lasts anywhere from one to two hours.
On the subject of the Dravahk'ran, colloquially known as "the cockless", not much is known, other than that they will occasionally take a human male, who is never seen again.
As in all cross species matings, any females born will take the race of the mother, and any males born will take the race of the father.
'Great heavens!' Anne thought. Her ass clenched at the thought of this "titillation", this rampant sodomy. Anne had never considered that a woman could be used in this way, it was forbidden by the tenets of the Faith of Huma. Still.... To be owned in such a way sent a frisson of lust up Anne's spine.
Snapping the book shut, she looked around the small room. Containing the last of the high nobility, only eleven women were holed up here. Herself, the seven other duchesses, ladies Margot of Westfold, Mary of Southron, Nialla of Northreach, Shiera of the Greenlands, Isolde of Highmount, Bethany of the Ivory Coast, and Therese of Ironwood, the High Cleric of the Church of Huma, High Mother Theodora, the lady knight Sharona, First Sword of the Queen, and the Queen herself, Charlotte of Grimsley.
