Wild Wastes 4 -Ch3- (Patreon)

“Well, that was more or less what we expected,” Vine murmured and looked to Fes.

And froze.

Vince would never have admitted it, but he’d seen the march of time take it’s toll on his beloved Orc. The wrinkles showing in her eyes, mouth, and brow.

The slow pull of gravity on her skin and taking away the tightness of youth.

Her strength had most certainly begun fleeing her even before she’d been wounded, though she’d been by no means weak. Just no longer the Orc who could force even Vince to take her seriously.

There’d even been a strand or two of long gray hair in her very-black mane.

That was all gone.

What was sitting next to him was the very same woman he’d met in the wastes years ago.

A virile, strong, and very fresh looking young Orc who was attractive in a wolf-like kind of way. The woman who’d stolen his heart away and then tried to beat him to death with it.

Often.

“Fes, you’re a beautiful woman, but I had no idea that you’d looked like this in your youth,” Yaris said from Vince’s right. Apparently she’d leaned over and looked as well. “I’m quite glad for the deal we made with Ryker, now.”

Fes blinked at that, looking from Vince, to Yaris, and back again.

“What?” she asked.

Damn. Even her voice changed. It’s… just like it used to be when we first met. There was a little extra gravel in there just a short time ago.

“This one is very delighted to report to her Fes that Ryker paid out up front. Just like he said he would. You… are as this one remembers you when we met,” Petra reported. She’d leaned down at this point and was gazing into Fes’ face. “This one and her Fes are now eternal, Fes. Just as we wished and spoke of.”

Letting out a nervous chuckle that was interrupted by a hiccup, Berenga clearly didn’t know what to say.

Or do.

“He did?” she asked.

By this point, Caroline was standing near her as well. Holding her hands apart, the Elf had summoned an oval of ice in front of Fes. Vince wasn’t sure what she’d done to make it as reflective as it was, but it was practically a mirror.

“Oh… oh… shit,” Berenga said with a laugh. She reached up with her hands and gently prodded at her face. Then she looked at her prosthetic hand. Then she touched it with her other hand. Then she touched her real hand with the bionic one. “I can feel that now. Not just the sensation of touching something, but feel it.”

Laughing louder, Fes looked to Vince. Then something else clearly buzzed through her mind. Something that wiped the smile right off her face and left her staring at him.

Fes looked to everyone else in the room, then to Yaris.

“I’ve got it, Fes,” replied the elf with a wide smile. “We’ll figure everything out and get it planned. You just go do what you need to.”

“I… Thank you, my Queen,” replied the Orc with a nod of her head. “Please… join us if you can, Yarie?”

“I’ll do my best, but don’t wait on me,” answered the Elf.

Vince wasn’t quite sure what they were plotting, but he had a suspicion. That they were going to send him off with Berenga to a bedroom.

Because if Ryker had already done everything else he’d promised, that’d mean that Berenga’s “mess of a reproductive system” was fixed, too.

Snatching Vince’s hand, Berenga practically jumped out of her seat. Pulling him along behind her she exited the room. Shoving the door open with far more force than was needed.

“I love our daughter,” Berenga said even as she pulled Vince through the house. “Love her more than myself. But I want a son. I want one.

“I know you don’t care, but all other Orcs would hold me in even higher esteem if I had a son. Even non-Orc races would. I want a son and I want him growing in me now.”

Dashing through a hall Fes paused momentarily as they crossed over a hallway.

“Perfect,” mumbled the Orc with a smile. “Karya, Daphne, I… I need your help.”

Glancing down the hall they were now stopped in, Vince found Karya and Daphne.

Karya was several inches taller than most of the Wooden Heart Dryads though she did have a shape that was similar to them. Daphne had a more narrow waist but her bust was bigger than even Meliae’s. Her hair was a dark brown with lighter brown streaks throughout.

Beside her stood her Dryad wife, Daphne.

The Dryad was significantly taller, coming close to Vince’s own height in fact.

She did however have more of an hour-glass figure like Meliae, but her shoulders were broader. Her straight blonde hair hung short and quite long. Reaching halfway down her back.

Both Dryads had been resurrected by Vince’s brother Felix. It was another debt in a long list of them that Vince felt toward the man.

Both Dryad’s stared at the rejuvenated Fes for a second before they glanced to Vince and their eyes started to turn a glowing green. They’d already jumped ahead in what was likely coming.

“Can we have a turn, too?” Karya asked, moving forward. She slid right up to Fes and then stuck an arm around the Orc’s hips.

“Please pretty Fes?” Karya asked and laid her head to the Orc’s shoulder. “We’ll make sure you have an incredibly strong son. One that even your brother would lose to. Maybe even Vince.”

“Yes, you can have as many turns as you want,” Fes said quickly. Then she winced and looked embarrassed. “Though Yar-Yaris is coming later. You’ll need to leave when she does.”

“That’s fine. It’s good for you to have a grove-wife. Yaris will be good for you. It makes the lonely nights easier. It does for us,” Daphne said and then moved off, heading toward Vince’s bedroom. “Now come on, Fes. Your son can be made just standing around.”

Fes nodded her head and then rushed after Daphne. Dragging Karya and Vince along easily.

“Hello Vince my love,” Karya said from where she was practically being carried by Fes. “Last time I got to taste her on you and it was wonderful. It’s a pity Berenga really doesn’t go in for women. I have no idea how Yaris managed to sneak her way into her heart.”

“I… don’t like women. Yarie is… different because she-forget it,” growled Berenga, flustered. “You can clean him when he’s done with me if you shut up.”

“Oh, sure! You got it,” promised Karya quickly.

Karya grinned at him, her eyes now glowing and the pupils gone.

Fes rushed them all into the bedroom, Daphne holding it open.

As soon as the Orc crossed the thresh-hold and had shut the door she started working at her clothes.

Karya and Daphne, however, went to Vince.

The two Drayds were completely greened out. He didn’t doubt for a second that the idea of being used to get someone else pregnant while not participating fit their needs just right.

Daphne dropped down to her knees and had Vince’s pants and underwear down in seconds. Then she had him down her throat just as fast.

She had her chin resting against his jewels, her forehead to his abdomen, and she was working at swallowing his very hard and erect self. Moaning around him even as her tongue scrubbed at the underside of his shaft Daphne looked up at him. Her eyes display the Dryad green of “own me master” that he was quite fond of.

Laying a hand to Daphne’s head he held her there and began to thrust against her face a bit as Karya worked at undressing him still.

“Oh I can’t wait to clean you,” purred the beautiful Dryad. “Fes was delicious last time. Though I do still wonder what Petra tastes like. Daphne got that one and—”

Vince ignored her chattering. Focusing on ravaging Daphne’s lovely mouth instead. His thrusts had become much firmer now, forcing her to go tip to hilt and swallow him down each and every time.

“Vince, come give me our son!” called Berenga.

Daphne turned her head to the side and his member slid free and moved across her cheek, leaving a saliva trail along it. At the same time Karya had just gotten his undershirt over his head.

Spinning him around she slapped him on the rear end, directing him toward where Fes was laying spread-eagle on the bed. Her arms were stretched out toward him and she was making what he often called “grabby hands” that he saw his kids make toward food.

The smile on Berenga’s face was massive and she looked thrilled.

Vince didn’t jump on her immediately, however.

He was momentarily struck by the fact that she looked exactly the same as she did when they’d met. When she was all hard muscle, lean, and looked like she survived by her might alone.

While Vince would never say that she’d been unattractive. Nor that she’d been anything but fit, he couldn’t help but stare at the lovely specimen of Orc-warrior in front of him.

“Damnit. She’s so hot,” whined Karya.

“I want her, too,” Daphne agreed.

Fes started to blush heavily at their words, her cheeks turning a very odd brown color that was always very obvious on her. It was also somewhat rare. She once more opened and closed her hands at him.

Moving forward Vince quickly got on top of her. His knees came down right beside her hips. He eagerly pushed her thighs apart and then leaned into her and kissed her.

All his concerns for Berenga, his Fes, were gone. She’d be with him until the end now.

Pushing his tongue into her mouth he reached up and grabbed her hands with his own. Pushing his fingers between hers he then held her arms down against the bed. He shifted his hips back and forth till he felt his tip get caught in her entry.

Breaking the kiss he leaned his head up to get a look at her face.

Her eyes were wide, staring up at him with fear and excitement. She was breathing hard already, her tusks visible as her mouth remained open.

“I love you, Berenga,” whispered Vince before he pushed forward. His tip pushing apart the pale-green lips of her womanhood and entering her.

Fes’ eyes closed partially and her brow wrinkled as she looked up at him. A low moan escaping her mouth as he filled her with his girth.

“Vince,” whimpered Berenga as his hilt pushed up against her entry. “I’m so excited but scared. You’ll be so far away.”

“It’ll be fine. You’re my Fes, aren’t you? I don’t think there’s anything you and Yaris can’t achieve,” he countered, then silenced her with a kiss. He drew his hips back and then pushed forward again, stuffing himself into her.

Then again and again, working his hard as iron shaft through the moaning Orc as if it were his reason for existing. Rolling her hips back and forth even as he did so Fes’ eyes had closed at this point and kissed him back hungrily.

She didn’t fight him in any way. Her hands held onto his and her ankles rested against his thighs, drawing him in with each thrust.

Vince felt it when Daphne and Kary laid their hands on Fes. Berenga hadn’t even responded to it, lost in thrusting her hips back at him as he pushed into her.

That and her tongue was currently in his mouth, kissing him in a way that felt hungry. At the moment he’d wager Fes was very much lost in what they were trying to do.

“She’s ready,” Karya whispered huskily. “Didn’t even have to do much. Rather strange but… clearly something happened given she looks like she did when we first met.”

“It was all just… already all there,” Daphne agreed. “We’ll have to be careful in the future though, she’s more fertile than Meliae.”

Fes let out a deep and shuddering moan and pulled at Vince with her ankles. She also flexed against his hands, though it felt like she was trying to get closer to him.

He wasn’t sure if it was what he was doing or what the Dryads had said.

Or more specifically, that she was more fertile than Meliae.

Pushing Fes down much more firmly in the bed he continued to pump himself into her. The wet lava-like heat of her insides pulled and scraped along him. He could actually feel her squeezing herself down on him with every thrust, as if she could milk him with her body.

Once more breaking the kiss, Vince pushed his forehead to hers and started to thrust faster and harder. If he was going to finish in her, he’d do it right now.

Staring up at him from an inch away, Berenga looked completely and utterly lost. Her breath came in hard and fast gasps that washed over his face.

There was a clack behind him that sounded like Karya or Daphne doing something, though he ignored it. He was focusing everything in on Berenga.

His Fes.

“Name our son,” growled Vince as he wildly drilled himself down into her. His lap now making a loud slapping noise with each thrust.

“I-I don’t— mmmmnn,” Berenga’s voice trailed off as it looked like she was about to fall into an orgasm.

“Name him” Vince demanded. He wanted to know the name right now since he wouldn’t know the boy. He’d be born while he was away.

“Miles,” whimpered Berenga in a squeak a second before she clearly dropped into her climax.

Vince felt his breath catch and then pushed down hard into her as his girth spasmed. His lower body flexing and curling into her as he came.

Pushing up against the beautiful Orc Vince pulled back, just to thrust into her again. All the while emptying seed into her depths. Her body twitching and shuddering beneath him as he did so.

Fes moaned loudly, her ankles pulling at him roughly even as he kept pumping more into her. It was obvious she didn’t want him to stop just yet.

Except Vince was mostly spent. There wasn’t much left for him to pack into his beautiful Fes. Obliging as he could, he gave her several more thrusts before stopping atop her.

“Fes… I… can I please… have him now?” asked Karya from the side.

“Err, would you mind if I cleaned you, Fes?” Daphne asked from the other side. “I’ll just tongue the outside. Nothing inside.”

Opening her eyes, Berenga stared up at him. She didn’t respond to the Dryads.

She just watched him, smiling. Her eyes searching his.

Then she shook out one of his hands and laid it to his face. Her fingers moved across his skin gently.

“Vince. Husband. Never thought I’d end up like this when we met in the wilds,” she murmured to him. “The day you spared me and left me with your catch was the day I myself was caught.”

Chuckling, Vince put his weight down on Fes and then kissed her.

She tended to get sentimental in lovemaking.

“Please, Fes?” whined Karya. “I’ll be your personal Dryad if you let me.”

“Let me clean you, Fes,” asked Daphne again. “Karya and I will make Miles be a match for anyone if you let us get to work.”

Chucklling, Berenga rolled her eyes, then gently pushed Vince off herself.

“You can have him Karya. But no, sorry Daphne, I’ll pass on that and— Yarie?”

Vince was quickly pulled to the side of the bed and surprisingly Daphne was there. She bent down low over his crotch and simply inhaled him. Moving right down to the hilt and suckling on him tenderly. Her tongue washed all over his shaft and head.

“What can I say, I love my wife. She hadn’t gotten to taste Fes. She doesn’t like us Dryads in often,” murmured Karya who was next to Vince’s head. “She promised me she’ll work on getting Petra or Red to invite us in so I can taste one of them.”

Standing just at the inside of the door was Yaris.

She was grinning ear to ear and had her hands in front of herself. The excitement on her was incredible.

“I got here just in time!” she said and came over to the bed with a skip. Then she got down on her knees next to Fes and took her hand between hers. “I watched it happen! I watched as he gave us a son. You’ll let me be the second to hold him after you, right?

“I made sure you were the second to hold Falaein, you better let me hold Miles.”

Clearly still processing everything, Berenga just nodded her head a bit.

“Of course, Yarie,” she murmured.

Then Yaris leaned in and gave Berenga quick kiss, then laid her cheek to the Orc’s brow.

“Good job, husband,” offered Yaris, looking over at Vince.

Daphne was face first in his crotch and trying to coax anything out of him she could. To the point that he’d ended up putting his right hand on her head just to get her to ease up.

He’d long lost any semblance of caring for others watching him. There was nothing left for him to feel shy about.

Grinning at him, Yaris nuzzled Berenga who just laid there and panted softly.

“Who’d you decide on?” he asked instead, starting to guide Daphne’s head up and down. He was rapidly coming to attention from her working at him.

“Sam, Leila, Petra, Blue, Red, Elizabeth, and… well… a Necromancer, believe it or not. The Duke sent them over to serve you directly as a Necromancer. Apparently you and he had talked about it once,” Yaris said, her eyes moving down to where Daphne was moaning around Vince’s shaft. “They arrive the day you leave for Europe. Their name is Zathira.”

“Elizabeth?” Vince asked, somewhat confused. She was the silver Dragon maiden who’d sworn herself to his wing. It’d been in the last days of the war with the Tri-lliance.

Taylor hadn’t known what to do with the woman in the end and had left her to her own devices.

The young Dragon had ended up wandering the vast expanses of the territories of Yosemite with two Dryad minders. They’d only returned a few days ago.

“She volunteered,” Yaris answered. Then she reached over with her left hand and grabbed a handful of Daphne’s hair and started pushing and pulling her up and down. The Dryad instantly responded to the rhythm forced on her.

It was Yaris own pace she always performed at. One that Vince certainly enjoyed.

He’d never admit it, but Mouth and Red were his favorites for oral sex.

“Bed her if you can. Make her nest if possible. Bring the children or eggs back when you do return,” commanded Yaris. “Bring back as many strong wives as you can, or the continent. Either way.

“Yosemite might serve the greater empire of Legion, but it never hurts to add more kingdoms beneath us. We should take over the world if only to force it to stability.”

Yaris was watching Daphne as she spoke. Then she gently pulled the Dryad back off Vince and smiled at her.

“Daphne, I’d really appreciate if you could get pregnant with a son. From you, Karya, I’d love a daughter. Both human, though, please. If Fes and I are going to have a second wave of heirs, they must have companions. I’d like your children to be their brothers and sisters,” requested Yaris. Apparently she’d been taking lessons from Elysia on how to cow, bribe, and make Dryads your best friends. “You may both mount my husband right now to get those going.”

Releasing the Dryad, Yaris went back to cuddling Fes, who was seemingly still coming down.

“I… I’d be very glad to, Yaris. This is really exciting,” Karya said then promptly started kissing Vince.

“Of course, happy to do so,” promised Daphne who started to clamber up into the bed.

“Thank you, girls. I’ll let you clean me up later tonight after he’s done with me. Be sure to be on hand for us if you want that,” promised Yaris.

Both Dryads shuddered and looked even more excited.

“Bring Mouth and Meliae along, too. Bind them, gag them, and leave them on the ground like a discarded meal,” added Yaris. “They can watch everything. You two can direct how we use them, as well after Vince is done with me and you’ve cleaned us up. Maybe we could all take turns on Vince after that.”

Shit. She didn’t learn from Elysia, she stole the playbook.