Of Fiefs and Fakka (Caption Story) (Patreon)

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Louis Grossir was a young nobleman who had just inherited his father's large fiefdom and royal titles. His family was looked down upon by the elite and commoners alike as being a bunch of lazy, pathetic fops with no deeds of honor to their name. Louis was determined to change this perception so when he heard reports about orc sightings in the local forests, he declared that he would drive them out by himself.

Despite have zero training in combat or weapons, he grabbed a mace, clad himself in armor and set off to the woods determined to bring back an orc head for his mantle. He rode his horse through the hills and forests for about a day before setting up camp for the night. Early the next morning, he was awoken by a not-so-distance conversation of a couple of rough sounding women. Cautiously approaching and keeping himself hidden in the trees and brush, he saw two barely dressed orc women trekking through the area.

The orc women were just as big as the males of their species, nearly twice Louis' height and nearly three times his width. However, the females' massive muscles were covered by a generous layer of plump and supple flesh, a sign that they were as fertile as they were strong. Jutting from their uncovered torsos, each sported a pair of massive bosoms. The infamously enormous busts of orc women were well known, being heavy with milk even when they weren't nursing offspring and regularly utilized in their culture's dairy products.

Louis saw his opportunity for greatness and charged at the two with a mighty roar, briefly startling the pair. Raising his club, he swung at one of them with all of his speed and might, only for her to catch it in her palm with humiliating ease. However, instead of smashing him like a bug then and there, the two orcs just stared lovingly at him like swooning maidens did a knight. Louis didn't know it at the time but orc women are greatly turned on by dim witted bravery and these two in particular were looking for a suitable bachelor.

The orc tribe the two belonged to had suffered significantly in recent months as a series of failed raids thinned the group of nearly all their men, resulting in the females roaming the countryside in search of proper partners to mate with. Humans and orcs were biologically compatible and when Louis attacked the two by himself, it marked him as a bold and worthy mating partner. 

The orc that Louis had tried to attack swiftly grabbed him and carried him off under her arm, his struggling and kicking having no visible effect on her. 

"Oh boy, de gurlz back at camp is goin' to be so excited at we found a breeder!" The orc carrying him said.

"I callz first dibs on fakka fakka!" Her companion declared.

"Breeding?! Fakka?!" Louis exclaimed in a panic as he was carried away.

Louis disappeared without a trace that day and everyone thought he had died on his foolish attempt to hunt orcs alone. However, less than two years later, Louis returned to his castle, garbed in nothing but a flimsy loincloth. He brought back tales of how he was taken as a thrall by the foul greenskins and put to hard labor but he managed to escaped by cutting down dozens of orcs in his path to freedom. To lend credence to his tale, he presented an elaborately carved orc pendant, something only granted to the most accomplished orcs and something that they would fight to the death to protect. As such, Louis was cheered and celebrated throughout the land as a great hero of humanity.

Little did anyone know that Louis's tale was a complete crock. The only labor the orc women put him through was having to support their heavy weight during their frequent and extensive 'fakka' sessions. He was gifted the pendant by the tribe for his 'assistance' in helping them repopulate their tribe, with nearly all of the tribe's females bearing the fruit of his loins. Louis had many opportunities to escape during his captivity but chose not to take them as he found himself enjoying all the sex and spoiling given to him by the orcs, only choosing to finally sneak away in the night when he learned that he would be expected to start babysitting his numerous offspring while their mothers were out on their long hunts and raids. Nevertheless, Louis was happy to lie through his teeth about the whole affair and go down history as a legendary orc fighter.

That was until nearly two decades later, when a large band of young greenskins, who were slightly smaller than most orcs but far more intelligent with remarkably similarly visages to Louis, stormed his city and castle and demanded their rich dad start supporting them while also proposing dates with many of the humans they met along the way. And so the House of Grossir gained a new reputation, being the home of a lying orc f*ckboy and his many amorous half-orc progeny, with the fiefdom becoming the biggest hub of peaceful human-orc cohabitation as Louis' kids and the rest of their tribe moved in and started intermarrying and reproducing with the human citizenry, with nearly the entire population having some green in their family tree within a few generations.