The grand hall of the orc god Koraga was not the most luxurious one among the divine beings but it definitely was one of the loudest. The souls of the greatest male and female orc warriors that had ever died were locked in an endless cycle of feasting, brawling, fucking and boasting. Some might have thought the green warriors would have found such an afterlife boring without a true battle but the eternal competition to be the greatest orc who had ever died was more than enough to sate their need to seek glory. Especially since their god watched every match and would be pleased to see a good fight like any other orc.
Though the orcs were not entirely trapped in the hall when it came to entertainment. The walls of the hall were decorated with living paintings that showed the greatest battles any orc had ever taken a part in. And sometimes outside visitors came to duel the orc god or his followers but usually, they were of the invited kind. But this time she was not.
Fallen angel Hestia was on a mission from her dark demonic masters. She had been commanded to acquire the seed of the orc god. And as there was only one way of getting it she had infiltrated Koraga's domain and hoped she could get out alive. After all, what she was asking was not the most prized thing he possessed and she had only gotten this far because he had let her.
Almost like aware that a special show was about to start the attention of most orcs in the hall drifted to the shadow intensifying at the feet of Koraga's stone throne. Hestia emerged from it in a position of respectful kneeling.
"And here I wondered what kind of brave soul dared to enter my domain without asking," Koraga mused as he shifted his large muscular body that towered over every other orc in the hall. Like most of the green-skins, the only armor he wore was his muscles and a simple loincloth. Like his bulk was the only visible authority he needed to inspire awe and submission.
"My apologies, mighty warrior god, I'm simply a humble servant of the demon lords of lust with no name of worth so I had no means to set up a meeting with a glorious divine being such as yourself," Hestia voiced with a polite smile on her beautifully sculpted face while she let her purple eyes to look up. Her silky black hair flowed freely while her seemingly simple purple robe dress with cut sleeves and sides emphasized her hip and plentiful breasts. Due to the side cut up to her hip her lifted right leg in the kneeling position made it clear she wore nothing under the dress when looked at from certain angles.
"I'm not one known of excess formality. State your business and hope it is amusing enough for me," Koraga replied while an oddly existed silence filled the massive hall. Most sounds came from slight movement or the living paintings decorating the side walls. Though distant echoing sounds indicate that the party was still going as usual in the far end of the divine space among the lesser orc champions who had not won the right to sit closer to their god.
"I have come to please your awe-inspiring orchood as a gift from my masters. All they ask in exchange is for me to be allowed to carry all your delicious semen that can fit in my womb back to them," Hestia voiced and like magic, a seam opened into her dress robe to reveal the inner sides of her perky mounds.
"I see you came with terms. As you wish. You may face the current champion of the hall for a chance to claim the prize you seek," Koraga mused and the orcs began moving to form a fighting ring of green muscle in front of his throne.
"There is no need to turn this into a fight. I simply wish to provide you and your mighty warriors some entertainment," Hestia replied with a seductive smile and a slight bend of her hips. Even if she had guessed this might happen she had not been looking forward to it.
"And provide the entertainment you shall, no one has ever gotten a reward in my hall without winning a fight and that is not going to change," the green hulking god announced with an echoing cheer of his mightiest warriors that had ever died. It made Hestia stood up with a sigh.
"I am, Hurak the Minotaur Tamer, state your name so it can be recorded to the wall of challenges as the defeated," a mighty green orc with a dual-bladed battle ax declared. He handled it with one hand like a rubber toy despite its hard steel make that was covered in runes. Just looking at him made easily aroused Hestia swallow her saliva. The only armor he wore to cover his rock-like muscles was padded leather around his hip and a decorated skull helmet.
"Just call me Hestia and I have no intention of losing if you do not use your mightiest tool to fell me," she replied with a slightly tilted smile. Like most orcs, the loincloth armor Hurak used was padded to make his cock look even bigger than it actually was. Though Hestia knew from experience the difference was not enough to cause disappointment.
"The whore of the lust demons has some spirit? Show it to me with your prowess and I might grant you the honor of receiving my mighty tool of destruction," Hurak declared and readied his relaxed battle stance. It made Hestia point her hand at him while shadows around her slithered into humanoid shapes that a moment later charged at the orc. He easily sliced them in half and even punched one of them out of existence. Any one of them could have been enough to defeat most mortal opponents just with a touch alone but this orc was no longer one of them.
"Your tricks have no power here. If you want to win you have to prove yourself like any other," Koraga boomed with an echo of amused laughter from the crowd.
"I can borrow you my ax to make this fight even mildly interesting," one of the audience boomed while Hestia sent a useless barrage of physical shadow bolts only to be dissolved by the aura that surrounded the immortal orc champion.
Hestia closed her eyes with a deep breath. She had known from the start her lesser magic would have no effect in the presence of a true god but she really had not wanted to resort to the remains of her own twisted divine power.
"Holy blade Xanadu, I summon thy might," Hestia declared and purple corrupted lighting sparked around her while a blade of silver manifested into her right hand. It was cracked all around and looked like it would break from a first parry but despite the lighting oozing damage, it would not shatter entirely as long as its bound owner was alive.
"Surprising... your not just a demon but a fallen angel... amusing," Koraga commented and the hall suddenly turned even more silent. Like the interest in the match had multiplied within seconds.
Hestia did not bother retorting and fully focused on controlling her almost chaotic unholy power that kept bursting out of her sword. Though the orc champion was not just going to stare at her like some magical decoration and quickly prepared his ax to a frontal charge like it was a plow. The positioning of his hands hinted that it was simply the first maneuver in a complex attack pattern.
"There is no honor in mercy," Hurak boomed and charged with hard bulging of his green muscles. Hestia did not even try to parry the initial charge but sidestepped it. Though the orc had clearly been expecting it and used the momentum from his charge to rotate his ax after her.
Purple sparks burst out of Hestia's silver blade when she used it to tilt the ax past her. The impact had been strong enough to cause a visible airwave that let her leap a bit in a controlled fashion. Hurak was definitely not holding back so his opponent only had a few options to gain victory. Any escape from the heavenly champion's ax would only be temporary with the ridiculous ease he handled its heavy weight.
