"My brother and Konta both claim right to be chief!" Kami bellowed in reply. "They will now fight to see who will have the honour."
"But I NEED to talk to the prisoners!" exclaimed Dayna.
"Well, if my brother survives, perhaps you shall!"
The orc villagers formed a rough circle in front of the Pa as the chant grew to monumental proportions - then, suddenly, as Konta and Grotag walked into the centre of the clearing, there was silence. Dayna sized up the two opponents with her inexpert eye. Each was a behemoth of rippling muscle and ferocity, but there were some differences. While both were barrel chested, with long arms and slightly shorter legs, Konta had a lankiness to his body that gave him a reach advantage, while Grotag's chest seemed more heavily muscled. As she watched with dreadful fascination, the two warriors drew their heavy, vicious looking cleavers and turned to face one another. With nary a stitch of protective clothing between them, Dayna knew that there would be blood, and lots of it.
Konta straightened his stance and raised his arms to the night sky before letting out a deafening roar. Twenty paces away from him, Grotag simply smiled, his large tusks glinting in the pale moonlight as he tossed his cleaver from one hand to the other and back again. Dayna couldn't decide which gesture was the more menacing. Then, with no further ceremony, the two massive orcs charged directly at one another.
Grotag held his blade low as he moved towards Konta at a surprisingly fast, loping gait. In contrast, Konta's cleaver was held out behind him, his arm at full extension, his legs a blur as he barrelled towards his challenger. Once the pair reached the centre of the clearing, Konta swung his weapon in a high arc over his head, aiming to simply cleave Grotag's head in two. The move was obvious, however, and, with agility that Dayna didn't think possible in a creature built as Grotag was, Kami's brother tucked his shoulder and rolled to the right, coming to a halt in a low crouch and swinging his blade at Konta's left thigh. Unfortunately, Konta was more clever than Dayna had given him credit. The dark green orc maintained his momentum, moving with Grotag's attack, and managed to avoid the worst of the sword slash, taking only a slight cut to the back of his leg. Bellowing with anger, Konta swept his empty left hand out in a colossal left hook that connected with Grotag's temple.
Grotag stumbled backwards, trying to make distance between himself and his opponent as he shook his head. Konta was having none of it, however, and pressed his attack, swinging his blade at Grotag's left side in a fell blow that his opponent was barely able to parry. There was a steely clang as the two heavy swords collided. With dread, Dayna noticed that Grotag's parry had left his ribs exposed, and, once more, Konta took full advantage, grabbing Grotag's right shoulder with his huge left hand and jumping upwards to drive his knee into Grotag's chest. The crack of ribs was clearly audible and Dayna heard Kami groan quietly as her brother slumped forward, a droplets of green blood spraying from his mouth as ragged gasps escaped his lips. Konta wasn't finished with him, however. The dark green fighter shifted his grip on Grotag's shoulder to seize the wounded orc by the throat. Dayna watched Konta's muscles bulge, veins etched clearly on his skin, as he hefted Grotag's bulk skywards with his left arm while winding up his finishing blow with his right. Just as she was about to turn away, not wanting to see the display of gore to come, she realised that Grotag smiling.
Konta saw it too and hesitated. It was all the opportunity Grotag needed. The big orc brought his knees up, shifting his weight higher and causing Konta to totter forward. Both tumbled earthward, Konta atop Grotag, who wrapped his brawny arms around his opponent. Konta swung his weapon as they fell, scoring a deep cut into the flesh of Grotag's shoulder, but the adrenaline fueled behemoth didn't seem to notice, all pretense of his weakened state shed now that his deception had played out and he had Konta at close range. There was a solid thud as the massive warriors hit the ground. Grotag roared and Dayna saw his immense muscles flex as he crushed Konta in a suffocating bear hug. Konta smashed the pommel of his cleaver into his foe's head and shoulders - Grotag had him too close for him to use the wicked looking blade - but the blows, which would have cracked an elf's skull, seemed to do all but nothing to Grotag. Now it was Konta's turn to gasp and a rumble of excitement began to rise from the assembled orcs. The dark green orc's blows seemed to become increasingly weaker and the elf mage watched in awe as Grotag gave a mighty shout and flexed his tremendous biceps with staggering strength. Atop him, but clearly not in control, Konta's mouth opened in an airless snarl and a gout of blood drooled from his jaws as Grotag's ridiculous strength crushed his ribs and squeezed the breath from his lungs. Knowing he had his foe at his mercy, Grotag kicked out with both legs and Konta staggered backwards, only barely landing on his feet a few yards away. The dark green orc sucked in air as he stumbled to find his footing, the action producing a sick, wheezing, wet noise, but the sound died quickly in his throat; the moment he had launched his opponent, Grotag heaved his right arm forward, sending his cleaver spinning end over end to halt with a meaty crunch in Konta's ribcage. Konta blinked, dumbfounded, his left hand plucking at the hilt of the weapon in his chest, as Grotag sprang to his feet and followed the path of the thrown weapon at a run. There was another resounding thud as the two fighters collided once more, but only Grotag stood up after they crashed to the floor, his blade now shoved deep into Konta's chest cavity.
"PA-DAK!" The gathered crowd erupted in a cheer. A mob of orcs swarmed forwards to hoist Grotag above them. Beside her, Dayna could see Kami was grinning broadly.
"I never had any doubt," said the large female, turning to face the smaller elf before running off to join the throng of celebrating greenskins.
"Orc politics is fucking terrifying," said Dayna to Gomp as she sat down heavily on the ground, her pulse racing.
The celebration got out of hand with astounding alacrity. With Grotag hoisted on their shoulders, the mob of orcs bustled into the Pa and deposited their bloodied but beaming new chief upon the wooden throne. At the same time, barrels of potent liquor were rolled out from the wings of the hall and were broached with fantastic speed. In no time at all, most of the villagers were hard at work becoming obscenely drunk as Dayna and Gomp elbowed their way towards Grotag's new chair. The going was difficult; a crowd of orcs, all female, had gathered around the throne and were jostling each other quite violently as they attempted to get close to their new chief. Dayna watched as Kami punched and elbowed a few of the struggling women off the raised dais upon which the throne sat until it was clear but for herself and her seated brother.
Still grinning from ear to ear, Grotag raised his hand. Someone had given him a large, ox horn flagon brimming with pungent booze, a large portion of which sloshed messily to the floor as he hoisted it above his head. "Enough!" he bellowed to the mob of orc women. "My faithful sister Kami shall be the first to be granted breeding rights!"
Dayna watched, astonished, as Kami bared her tusks in a smile that could only be described as smug at the gathered village women. The voluptuous orc then turned to face her brother and dropped to her knees in front of him, seizing his weighty cock with both hands as she did so. There was a murmur of disappointment from the assembled orc females, who began to move away from the dais to join the rest of the celebrants. Soon, the hall was rowdy with orcs quaffing drinks and engaging in debaucherous activity, often simultaneously. With a path to the throne now relatively clear, the elven mage stepped over a moaning orc in the midst of getting her cunny messily licked and walked towards the new chief. In the short time it took for Dayna to traverse the intervening space, Kami had used her mouth to nurse Grotag's enormous member to full hardness and as the elf got close enough to the pair for her voice to be heard over the din of partying greenskins, the new chief's sister stood up and straddled the engorged tool, loosing an audible sigh as she slid it into her cunt.
"Uh, sorry to bother you," said Dayna as Kami began humping her pussy up and down her brother's shaft, her large, green arse bouncing in time with her movements, "but it's rather urgent I speak with the prisoners."
Grotag moved his hands to grip his sister's asscheeks, spreading them wide and pulling her in such that her large tits mashed against his broad chest and he could look over her shoulder at the mage. "It is no bother," he said as Kami continued to heave herself up and down his swollen phallus. "Your task is an important one, but tradition demands this celebration when a new chief is named."
