The Orc Breeder (Original Modern Fantasy) (Patreon)

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Theme: Mind Break, Cheating, Breeding

Summary: In this world, in ages long past, Orc Genetics were altered magically to put an end to the orcish scourge once and for all. Instead of always producing more orcs, they can now only produce more of the species they lay with. In the modern times, this results in the few Pureblood Orcs remaining being in VERY high demand. After years of failing to produce an heir and being publicly blamed for those failings, a desperate Elven Princess turns to such a service... 

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For thousands of years, orcs were the menace of many a countryside, ransacking elven, human, and even dwarven kingdoms all across the planet. Some even theorized that the orcs kept the advancement of the more civilized races at a complete standstill with their raucous, rapacious actions. Of course, a lot of that science was decried in the modern era as racist and prejudiced, and orcs were often put up on a pedestal as an example of human hubris.

This was because, about three hundred years ago, a cabal of human archmages had decided to take matters into their own hands and cast a spell that had world-wide ramifications. The spell was a simple one, and technically harmed no one at all… not even the species that it was targeting. Considered the most ‘humane’ way of handling the orc menace at the time, the spell did one thing and one thing only.

It altered orc genetics and switched around a key component of what made orcs so menacing and monstrous. Instead of always producing more orcs whenever they laid with another race… they would ONLY produce more of that race. So, an orc and an elf would always make another elf, an orc and a human would always make another human, and so on and so forth.

Considering orcs were a one-gender species, this was effectively committing genocide and three hundred years later, in the modern era, it was commonly reframed as such. While the cabal of humans might have been called heroes and praised in their time, these days there was half a dozen movements based around explaining how their actions had been an atrocity of the highest order.

Those movements, however… were not led by orcs. Over the last three hundred years, the orc population had dwindled dramatically. Interestingly enough, orcs were functionally immortal when it came to aging. Their bodies did not age like a normal human or dwarf might, but also weren’t frozen in a strange form of biological stasis as elves were. Instead, their cells were always reproducing fresh cells, and so far, they hadn’t discovered an end to that reproduction of cells, like had been observed in humans and dwarves.

Even still, the oldest orc was only a handful of centuries old, and back before the spell had been cast on their entire species, their average lifespans could still be measured as closer to human lifespans than dwarven ones. Not because they got old or grew sick and died easily, but in spite of that fact, all because the vast majority of the species was incredibly war-like.

After three hundred years, those orcs that were left behind were either the most skilled or the most docile of the bunch… or some mixture of both. It was rare to see a battlefield somewhere on the planet without at least one grizzled orc merc these days, but even rarer still to find a battlefield with more than one. Meanwhile, some orcs had gone into another line of work.

All of this was relevant to the Elven Princess Riniya because of that latter line of work. As Princess of the aging Elven Empire of Flalalelf, Riniya was expected to do one thing and one thing only… give birth to a child for her husband, the Prince Eldrin. Now, technically there should have been no rush. Elves were just as immortal as orcs, in their own way.

But in the ever-increasingly modernized world they lived in, the Royal Family of Flalalelf had become something of a set of window dressing. While the rest of the world had moved beyond Kings and Queens, the Royal Family that Riniya had married into had made deals with certain individuals, giving up much of their direct power in exchange for a stipend and for their titles to continue to pass down from generation to generation.

Of course, that deal had been made two hundred years ago, and the generation thing had yet to come up. Riniya, meanwhile, had been married to Eldrin for a hundred years now and had yet to give him an heir. This wasn’t her fault, or at least she liked to believe it wasn’t. Full of figure and lush of form, Riniya was a beautiful elven woman with large breasts, wide hips, and a voluptuous body.

She was, as far as all the elven physicians could tell, in perfect health and fully fertile. But of course, she’d married into the Royal Family… and Prince Eldrin refused to submit to any virility tests of his own. It wasn’t EASY for elves to have children anyways, so it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal… but with the Royal Family consigned to being nothing more than another group of celebrities within the Empire, there was a certain public pressure to… perform so to speak.

It hadn’t helped that Eldrin had been telling their friends in private for years that it was her fault she couldn’t conceive. But it’d gotten worse when he’d started insinuating as much in public interviews as well. In the end, with no real choice in the matter, Riniya had taken the offer when it’d arrived… an offer to make SURE she got pregnant.

There was a way, after all. She just… had to cheat on her husband. Given he literally had a harem of concubines and mistresses (none of which had managed to produce him a child either) Riniya hadn’t been too bothered by that part. She was more concerned about just who she had to cheat on her husband WITH.

Stepping into the room where HE was waiting, the Elven Princess bites her lower lip as she comes face to face with a hulking, chiseled, green-skinned orc. Pureblood Orcs were hard to come by these days… but the organization that had contacted her with this offer apparently had one on staff as a ‘breeder’. After all, if you needed to get pregnant with a child who would take only after you and be completely your race fast… an orc was your best bet.

As soon as she steps in, the hulking orc rises from his seat, making her take an involuntary step back in fright at his sheer size, only to find the door has already closed behind her.

“You the client? You take the meds?”

His voice is gravelly and deep, but something in his tone… it stirs something within her. Blushing prettily, the elven princess forces herself to take a step forward, and then another, even though her instincts scream at her to try and flee (and then fail and get taken by the massive monstrous greenskin anyways)

“… Y-Yes…”

The meds he’s speaking of actually aren’t fertility drugs or anything like that. Such things are categorically unnecessary when an orc is concerned. One could be barren, and an orc’s virility was said to be so powerful that it would plant the seeds of life inside of the womb all the same. Of course, Riniya didn’t know anything about THAT, but she’d been assured that with her fertility, the chance of impregnation was one hundred percent.

The drugs… were to keep her from losing her mind and becoming a slave to orc cock in the process. And even now, she can feel it. The aura of this greenskin, the feel of his presence. Part of her wants to flee, part of her wants to kneel and submit. Only the drugs and her own strength of will keep her from doing either.

“Great, let’s get started.”

As he lumbers forward, Riniya moves to meet him only to stop as he KEEPS coming. She’s about to say something when he reaches out and rips her dress clean down the front of her body, prompting a squeak and a covering of her suddenly exposed assets as her tits jiggle free and her snatch is revealed to open air and his beady black eyes.

“H-How uncouth!”

The orc just snorts and then reaches down and frees his own genitals from their confines, pulling out a huge bulbous member that looks to be of a size one could use to clobber someone over the head with.

“Ain’t here to be couth, Princess. Here to get the job done. Still, on account of your royalness, I’ll let you pick the position and all, yer majesty.”

Back stiff, eyes trying but failing to look anywhere but at his cock, Riniya considers her options for a moment… before carefully moving over to the bed, shedding the tattered remnants of her dress as she goes.

“Quite… m-magnanimous of you, orc. To ensure fertilization, you will take me on my back, so that I may lift my legs to my chest when we are done and keep as much of your seed in me as possible.”

She’s not sure what she’s expecting, him to grunt and nod along or something perhaps. She’s not expecting him to laugh at her though as she gets up on the bed and on her back, spreading her legs wide for him. Blushing under his snickering, she scowls prettily.

“You don’t gotta worry about my seed staying in you… some of it will probably get out because of the volume, but most will stick. And you might wanna rethink the position… harder to keep your head on straight if you’re looking at me while we do it.”

“T-That’s what the meds are for…”

The orc grunts and shrugs as he climbs onto the bed, making it creak under his weight while he shuffles forward, up between her legs. His mammoth-sized member looks horrific as it gets closer to her dripping wet quim, and Riniya can’t imagine how it will ever fit inside of her.

“Suit yerself, yer highness.”

His cock comes down and slides along her slippery lower lips for a second, even as Riniya finds herself gazing at his grizzled, scarred face. This was not one of the docile orcs… this was one of the ones who was skilled enough to live a long time despite having clearly seen many a battle. This was- Riniya’s attempt to distract herself by cataloging every line in the orc’s face is abruptly derailed when he punches forward, thrusting up into her cunt without so much as a ‘by your leave’.

The Elven Princess’ eyes bug out of her head and her mouth forms into a large O as she silently screams, not a single sound coming out of her spread lips for a good several seconds… until he begins to thrust, then a keening wail starts to be heard, becoming a loud, wanton moan at the end. Riniya’s eyes roll up in her head and the orc, snorting in amusement, just keeps on fucking her.

Immediately, she finds herself agreeing with him. This was the WRONG position for this. While the drugs are keeping her from breaking on his cock, she can understand now why so many of her ancestors had done so, why so many elven women had been turned into orc broodmares for the rest of their days, back during the bad times.

His dick is just too fucking amazing… just too good. It drills deeper inside of her then Eldrin had ever gotten, making her husband, a fine example of elven looks and prowess, seem like a limp dicked weasel in comparison. For the first time in her life, Riniya is left to consider whether her husband might just BE a limp dicked weasel and she never knew it, all this time. Now that she’s getting fucked by a REAL male… she’s got someone to compare him to and in every way, Prince Eldrin comes up wanting.

As the orc drills into her, Riniya clings to him for dear life. Her legs come up and caress the sides of his huge green body. She can’t quite squeeze down on his strong waist, and she can’t wrap her legs fully around his immense bulk either. All she can do is stick them up in the air as her tongue sticks straight out of her mouth, tears of joy and ecstasy rolling down her cheeks and her eyes rolling up in her head.

Her arms, too, reach up to wrap around the orc’s thick muscular neck, but when she tries to pull him down to kiss her, he doesn’t let her. Implacable and immovable, he just keeps on fucking her, even as he snorts most derisively.

“Told you so, bitch.”

She shudders, cumming at the crass language. Such an insulting word would have never been used to describe her by anyone else, and if anyone HAD called her that to her face, she would have visited painful retribution on them. But when HE says it… the Elven Princess finds herself turned into a squealing slut, climaxing all over his cock. Her pussy walls tightening and clenching down hard, Princess Riniya can do nothing but take it until finally… until finally, he cums.

He fills her with his seed like it’s nothing, like it’s just another day in his life. Which to be fair, that’s exactly what it is. For Riniya, it’s an epiphany and an awakening all wrapped up in one. For the orc, it’s just his job. He pumps her full of his seed and once again proves his words from earlier right, his orcish jizz exploding out of the sides of her stuffed cunt but at the same time, more than enough of his load left behind to bloat her and leave her looking like she’s already pregnant.

There’s no doubt in Riniya’s mind that she’s already been impregnated, that that’s the moment when she’s finally been bred. She’s going to give birth to a son or daughter purely of her genes, a little Prince or Princess who won’t have a single ounce of the Royal Family’s DNA in them. Scandalous to say the least.

And yet… as he pulls away, the Princess tries to stop him.

“W-Wait… surely we’re not done. We should go again… t-to be sure!”

Looking at her condescendingly, the grizzled orc chortles and pulls out of her grasp all the same.

“One and done, that was what YOU demanded. You’re knocked up now, Princess. Time to go.”

No… no, it couldn’t already be over. He was right, she had demanded only one act of copulation, but that was back then. That was before she’d had her eyes opened to the true glory of sex with orcs.

“What about… what about more kids in the future? I could… you could knock me up again, once I give birth to this one… we could have a dozen elven children by this time next decade!”

The orc breeder just raises an eyebrow, but Riniya is desperate.

“Please! I’ll give you and your organization anything you want! I need it! I need your big fat cock!”

With a grunt, the orc shrugs and gives her a big, toothy grin.

“Sure. We can work something out.”