Erlea moaned loudly into the fur pressed against her face. She tilted her head up, letting more of her weight center on the bottom of her chin and bit down on the cum-soaked leather. The stench of pussy, cock, and dried cum assaulted her senses but she didn't care anymore. The only thing that had passed her lips for days was cum. She could taste it everywhere she went, she could feel it drying on her face and chest. It was everywhere.
Her eyes opened but she didn't see anything. Instead, her entire world focused on the shifting pressure inside her belly. She was giving birth, the next in an endless line of rapes and pregnancies. She could feel the already muscular hands stretching her out from the inside as the creature moved from one side to the other.
She moaned again and hiked up her hips. Her weight shifted to her swollen belly and large breasts. It took a moment for her to rolling from being on her knees to having her feet planted on the stained furs. As she braced herself, she spread her legs further apart until she was obscenely exposed to anyone who could be looking.
The pressure built up. It grew from her womb as the baby breached her innermost gate and began to push down her pussy. Inner walls stretched and strained but didn't tear as the thick body of her next child slipped out in a flood of juices that painted her thighs with heat and fluids.
She clenched her muscles and pushed herself to ease the passage. Her wings buzzed, vibrating against her inner arms as she struggled to remain balance. Her hands had been tied behind her back so her fingertips were bound to opposite elbows. The broad leather straps kept her completely bound but also pinned her wings against her back. There was no way to fire her RKAs or to fly away.
Her caught wings made it impossible to desire anything more than cock and pregnancy. Every thought was swaddled in lust and heat. She let out a low moan of need as she spread her legs even further, hiked up her pussy, and pushed with all her might.
The pressure inside her grew as the heavy mass of the newborn orc dropped from her womb to her pussy. She felt the limbs straining against her insides, stretching her painfully as the slick form pried open her nether lips from the inside.
Her moan grew deeper as she felt the head and shoulders slid against her tight labia. The arms came next. She could almost picture hands clutching in empty air. Then, as soon as one limb was free, the baby reached out to grab her thighs with his muscular arms. With a strength that no longer startled her, he levered himself out of her cunt. His legs came out last in a slick surge that set off a deep intense orgasm that sapped all her strength in an instant.
With another low moan, she slumped to the furs that had been her bed for days. Her large breasts ground against the furs as her limbs spread out. When her face smashed against the fur, she used her teeth to brace herself and give her a space to breathe. Despite knowing she would never get free, she tested her bounds but when she found them still secure, a second orgasm tore through her limp form.
The empty feeling of no longer carrying a child faded quickly, only to be replaced by the desire for another cock. The orcs were massive creatures compared to the goblins, the thick, veined rods filled her like nothing else as they slammed deep into her body. She hoped another one would come, just to make her feel the heat and hardness deep inside her now aching cunt.
The newborn orc crawled to his feet. He shook his head a few times before making a deep, guttural sound. Once freed of her pussy, he rapidly grew larger and stronger. In a matter of hours, he would be identical to the orcs that had raped her in the first place.
The wooden door of the hut scraped open. “Welcome to the tribe,” said one of the orcs. “Go find Gral, he's by the open fire that way.”
The newborn orc only grunted, his voice already low and rumbling.
The entrance to the hut creaked close.
She started to turn her head to look back when the orc landed on his knees behind her. His powerful body towered over her, looming with a hint of dancer and a promised cock.
She smiled and looked forward again, her pussy rising up to greet him.
His thick, rough fingers grabbed her ass cheeks from behind. His thumbs dug into the cleft and peeled them apart even as he was lifting her from the ground.
Juices poured out of her cunt as she twisted helplessly, her wings buzzing as she waited for the next rape.
He yanked her thighs painfully apart before his cock thudded against the valley, the hardness point balanced on her tailbone and the large, swollen tip smacking against her bound arms.
She whimpered. “P-Please?” she gasped, the need to being bred overriding every other desire.
The nameless orc didn't bother with teasing or foreplay. He simply drew back until the swollen head lodged itself into her still-gaping pussy. Then with a grunt, he rammed it home.
Centimeter after centimeter of hardness plunged into her pussy. The thick ridges and veins scraped against hypersensitive muscles, . Despite giving birth only moments before, her insides felt tight around the thick pole as it slid deep before slamming against the vulnerable opening of her cervix.
An explosion ripped through her body. She clamped down on the furs as she moaned loudly, the sound fighting with the buzz of her trapped wings and the slurp of his cock as he began to pump violently into her pussy.
Her body shook with the blows. The orc half picked her up with nothing more than his cock. With every thrust, her bared breasts were dragged across the tacky furs. Her nipples caught every ridge, adding to the pleasure as she gasped through her clenched teeth.
The last sane part of her mind wondered if this was the fate of all the bees, including the ones that had their wings snapped? Were they all living in a mindless cycle of rape and pregnancy, desperately craving cock even seconds after giving birth.
She twisted in her bounds, testing her arms and trying to pull her wings free. The buzzing grew louder, as did the overwhelming lust of being captured.
With an orgasm ripping her sanity away, she lost herself in fantasies of endless torture and cocks.