All characters depicted in sexual acts are over the age of 18
Contains: (femdom, futanari, futanari on male, orcs, muscle, violence, fantasy)
This one takes a while to get to the sexy bits but I hope you can enjoy it anyway.
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The air was filled with the screeches of metal on metal and the groans of the wounded and dying. Softly the wind whispered along the ground and carried the sounds of battle throughout the field, creating a constant muffled backdrop for the periodic and erratic noises from the soldiers to be played against. Loudest of all was the crows. The gigantic murder circled the battlefield hungrily. Countless black marbles were cast down, staring sideways at the spectacle of violence and gore happening beneath them. The shadow of the birds was cast straight down by the overhead sun. It created a black inky mass that swept along the ground, swallowing up the thousands of corpses littering the area. Soon they would descend upon the field in the thousands and feast on the remains of the defeated, but not yet.
The battle below was on its last leg, the outcome obvious to all involved. Yet still it raged on. The invaders had successfully driven the imperial army back from the distance hill where the battle was intended to have taken place and were now chasing them all the way to the doorstep of the capital. Hundreds of thousands of bodies marked the path that the fight had taken through the countryside, creating a huge bloody smear across the landscape. The thick grass that had just hours earlier been a bright vibrant green was now stained a dark violent red. The viscera seeped into the ground making it wet and slick, mixing into the dirt to create a disgusting muddy compound. The bodies of the dead slowly sunk into the mixture and the dying crawled pathetically through the mud, slipping in the gore as they went.
The sight of the gruesome battlefield frightened and horrified even the veteran soldiers of the imperial forces, But to the savage invaders it was business as usual. They had done the same to the nearby city to the east, as well as the ones to the north and southwest. One by one the had knocked down the major cities of the empire until all that remained was the capital city of Anzeir. Now they had it surrounded and it was time for it to taste the cruelty and might of their army. For they did not just conquer their victims, they decimated them. Entire towns and villages were torn down, buildings ripped apart brick by brick to leave their quarry nowhere to hide. Any person who spoke out or showed resistance was immediately slaughtered, be they woman, man, or child. Fields were salted and rivers poisoned. The people of the empire grew to fear the terrible invaders more than they ever thought possible. Tales of their ruthlessness ignited across the continent filling the heads of children and adults alike with a healthy terror. Their legend and horror was aided by the foreign armies strangeness to the people of the empire, for they were not human and therefore capable of unimaginable depravity. It was only in low whispers and frightened voices that they even dared utter the race of their subjugators, the Orcs.
For as long as anyone alive could remember the Orc tribes had lived in the distant north, well separated from human society. Few soles ever crossed from one territory to the other and little contact was had between them. For centuries it stayed that way, until a little more than half a year ago. They emerged from the mountains without warning or mercy and began to eat their way through the neighboring country from one end to the other. Their forces were surprisingly organized and disciplined for what most had assumed was a disparate collection of different tribes. Somehow they had united into a single cohesive force of unprecedented power. No one knew or could figure out what is was that brought them all together, or why they were even attacking in the first place. All attempts at diplomacy failed spectacularly and after more than a dozen parties of envoys were sent to the Orc vanguard and never returned it quickly became apparent that the Orcs could not be reasoned with.
Neither apparently, could they be defeated. The Orcs were powerful beings, most of them standing easily at seven foot or higher with broad shoulders and large frames. They seemed to naturally gain muscle with no effort at all and their bodies did not create fat, giving them statuesque physique. Their muscles and tendons moved beautifully beneath their thick green skin with an inherit grace that a human would have to train for years to achieve. The canine teeth of their lower jaw grew sharp and long, reaching out of their mouths and spreading their lips into a permanent devilish grin. The average human was no match at all for even a weakling Orc. It wasn't long into the war until despair began to set into the human empire. Even the most enthusiastic and optimistic among them came to realize the futility of their situation and despondency became the norm. Morale fell across the country and the Orc invasion only increased in speed and effectiveness. Worse still many felt, was that they didn't even get the dignity of being defeated by men.
There are no male Orcs. Even with their muscular bodies the Orcs could never be mistaken for anything but female. They still retained a surprisingly pleasant curvature even with their athletic stature, they typically had wide hips and full supple behinds. Their large breasts were perhaps the only soft parts of their bodies, kept perpetually perky by their tight taunt skin which seemed resistant to sagging. Even their faces managed to be pleasant and feminine despite their monstrous tusks. Despite their solidly ingrained status as objects of despise and terror, the human men could not help but feel a deep reluctant attraction to them that made their defeat all the more humiliating.
However, as news of the invasion spread there also came reports that not all of the Orc women were entirely identical to their human counterparts. In the place of men, Orcs had an entirely new gender among them that in their language were called "futa". These futa were at first indistinguishable from the females, except that they were perhaps slightly larger or stronger on the average. But if one were to look more, intimately, they would find a very large difference. The futa had penises like a man and lacked any female reproductive organs. While this news solved the oft asked question of how Orcs reproduced it did little to comfort women, many of whom thought they would at least be spared the indignity and horror of being raped by the conquering army. To make matters worse, the Orc cock apparently ranged in size from impressive to enormous. Also came reports that the Orcs were not afraid to use their equipment, they were creatures with an insatiable appetite for sex and seemed to care little how they got it or with whom and not even the human men were safe from their lust.
The hopefully exaggerated tales of their sexual depravity and violence were what weighed heavy on the mind of the lone retreating pikeman as he stumbled over the corpses of his comrades toward the looming city walls. Cold sweat sloshed around inside his armor and his heart thumped loudly against his chest plate as he ran into the shadow of the imperial palace which towered from the center of Anzeir. He gazed up at the gilded towers of the palace for what he realized would be the last time. Since the rule of Lambert the first those towers and magnificent castle had stood as a shining beacon of human civilization, a monument to mans achievements. Now they were all that was left of the empire of man. A deep realization struck him in that instance. This was it, man was defeated. The Orcs would soon take the capital and dethrone the royal family. They would probably wipe out the species entirely.
His running slowed down as he approached the city gates, he knew that they would not open for him. If he were somehow to get back inside he would most likely be executed for running from battle anyway. A numbness overtook him as he turned around to face his death and it took all his remaining will to keep from vomiting or soiling himself. Before him was the brunt of the Orc army, clad in thick metal and blood stained furs. They advanced towards him without hesitation, weapons drawn and freshly bloodied with the innards of his brothers. Those on horseback were out in front roaring ferociously towards him. He blinked and looked around in disbelief, they were all gone. Everyone else was dead. The Orcs had killed the entire army save one. He was all that stood in between the oncoming wave of red and green, and the rest of humanity.
