Another paleskin was batted aside by Xoruk's iron club. The soldier went flying, crashing into a nearby tree. The bark cracked on impact, the human sliding down in a heap.
Thicker and thicker into the crowd he waded, smacking humans aside like toys. He heard several of his brothers cry out "
Moktakh!
" behind him, the glorious afterlife promised to every orc that fell in battle.
The muscular orc had been fighting for nearly an hour, pushing his large frame to its limits as he attempted to fend off the human group that had ambushed him and his battle brothers. Xoruk's mind raced as he battled; the humans must have laid a trap when word got out he and his comrades were claiming human men as pleasure slaves.
'Slaves' the humans decried. Did they use humans for grueling physical labor? No! As it was written, every human slave was only fit for small chores and servicing orcs sexually. It was sexual slavery, the only moral kind of slavery! His thoughts turned to old memories, as he reminisced about seeing the joy in a farm boy's eyes as he ripped his clothes off and told him wouldn't have to tend the fields another day on his life. It wasn't enslavement, it was liberation! And as every orc knew, any human that had his ass penetrated by the holy cock of an orc was guaranteed a place in Moktakh.
As the battle raged on, Xoruk heard fewer and fewer of his comrades fighting behind him. Once he'd smashed his way to the other side of the human formation, he looked back and his toothy mouth dropped in horror; his comrades lay dead, slain by human weapons, and the remaining humans lined up behind him, pointing their crossbows directly at him.
They were too far away; he wouldn't be able to dodge or attack the crossbowmen in time.
With no other option, Xoruk cried "
Moktakh!
" and charged forward in one last, glorious attack. The archers loosed their bolts, and a hail of bolts pierced Xoruk's body. He fell to the ground, dead.
--
Xoruk rose to his knees. The phantom pain of the bolts still remained as he rose, and he clutched his chest in pain.
The pain slowly faded, and he looked up, his eyes focusing on the vision in front of him. An immense orc fortress loomed on the horizon, far larger than anything ever built.
His heart wrenched. Moktakh. The glorious resting place of the dead!
Xoruk ran forward. The fortress drew closer until he found himself at the base of the immense steps that led up to the castle of the gods. In front of the steps was a massive orc, far larger than any normal greenskin, completely naked and emitting a soft glow from his bad. A long cock, dripping cum, dangled between his legs, and over one shoulder he hefted one battle-axe.
It was Gorgak, Whose Seed Fills Canyons. The Guard of Moktakh. Xoruk kneeled before the warrior god, bowing his head.
"Rise, Xoruk," the orc god commanded. "You have been felled in mortal combat, but your entry into Moktakh is not yet guaranteed. By what right to you believe you should be granted entrance?"
Xoruk puffed out his chest. "I am Xoruk the Enslaver! Scourge of the City of Mogi! My cock has entered the holes of over a hundred men, guaranteeing their place in Moktakh!"
Gorgak nodded with a smile. "Indeed."
He stood aside, holding a hand upward to the fortress. "Your deeds have gained you entrance. Enteral bliss awaits you!"
Xoruk nodded, and ran up the steps. He feel as if his heart could explode as he reached the immense double door at the top, and with great reverence he approached the entrance. As he neared, through the door he smelled the unmistakable, tangy odor of cum. He felt his pants go taught, and he pushed on the double doors ahead of him. They moved aside, and he walked into the light of Moktakh.
Once he was inside, he heard the double doors slam behind him. But that mattered little, as he was awed by the glories in front of him.
The first room of Moktakh was an immense drinking hall, even larger on the outside than the inside. It seemed to stretch on into forever, with countless side rooms, but it wasn't the scenery of Moktakh that amazed him, it was its inhabitants.
Orcs, as far as the eye could see, engaged in endless debauchery. Some were drinking, others were fighting, but most importantly, many were fucking, the air thick with the smell of sweat and semen.
A loosely-connected orgy played out across most of Moktakh. Everywhere, groups or couples of orcs lost in the throes of lovemaking, their massive green cocks sliding in and out the asses or mouths of their lovers. And beyond that, humans. Countless humans, all servicing their orc masters. Every single one of them was nude, save the decorative golden shackles around their ankles and wrists, signifying their status as pleasure slaves. The few humans not involved in sex were acting as servants, bringing out fresh food and drinks from the side rooms of the immense hall.
Xoruk was amazed and exhilarated at the casualness of the orgy. Not a care in the world was given to who was fucking who. He watched two orc warriors cross paths, and with the familiarity of a handshake, one stood behind the other and began to fuck the ass of his partner. Many carried on boisterous tales of their deeds while being blown, and those without a partner at the moment openly masturbated.
That was when he noticed that nearly every orc in Moktakh was nude as well, their muscular bodies on display without shame.
