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Just like a world where there were monstergirls, countless worlds existed where monster races had more males than females.
And in such a world across the cosmos, those monsters needed women.
Human women, to be precise. In this world, humans and elves were the majority of the species dominating the realm: with women being born almost in overwhelmingly high numbers. That said, the monster species lacking women found the soft, pale humanoids to be particularly beautiful and fertile.
A world where hyperualized monster men preyed on soft, curvy human women, for all intents and purposes, existed somewhere in the universe.
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The best way not to disappear in the forests between empires is sometimes to give a little. Humans of Mundus had learned that.
Lucy had long accepted that things were the way they were. Orcs, big green monsters with strong bodies, aggressive natures, and high libido would be combing the woods, often snatching women to be ually used. However, they knew better than to abduct anyone and drawing too much attention. Many unions were quite consenting, although the meaning of consent in a world run by sword and fire could be quite nebulous.
So it was her turn to forage this month for the village: she would give up her body if an orc, or hobgoblin accosted her: it was seen as fate, better than the town being raided by monsters and women being carried off.
Part of her preferred to be carried off by drow instead: the darkskinned, whitehaired, and cruel elves who also used pretty human women as concubines, or “odalisque” in a pinch: they at least treated them better than an orc’s wife. Their women, rare and powerful drow women, were the merciless queens of the subterranean kingdoms born only one out of ten children. She heard the human women taken by them wore silks and weren’t pushed too hard to work if they were pretty: large and strong, “tomboyish” women were used for slave labor. Their men were more attractive, though different than the sculpted features of an orc hulk, and they treated even human women set for slave labor gentler than other races: drow women rarely put out for the secondclass males. For the drow, taking a few human women was better than raiding surface High Elf cities that would viciously fight any drow showing its face under the Mundus’ sun. The human women gave birth to drow from their couplings in any case ever since the world changed inevitably centuries ago.
That change was never understood, and perhaps won’t be deciphered and analyzed for several centuries.
Lucy sighed: at least the mushrooms in this area were particularly valuable owing to the ambient magic, everything grew better where monsters were involved. She picked some twigs from her red, rich curls of hair, her green eyes blinking as she surveyed, hoping no worthless goblin would try snatching her to be a bondageenclosed toy: their women, not so rare, would likewise love to toy with humans, joining their husbands for fun in tormenting poor peasant maids with magical ual toys and snatch them to the mysterious Twilight Market, there the women would be parcelled to other monsters, and perhaps, universes. Some goblin nations were rumored to use human, or elven women like horses, having longer legs. The goblins rid them on saddles modified for carrying their small frames, forming bizarre cavalry units of strong, running “girl riders”
Lucy wore little, a skirt and peasant’s dress with not too much covering her up: if things went sideways, the dress would be easier to repair.
The last encounter was by a hair’s length, she had to hide in the underbrush for an hour. Before her eyes, a slow procession had passed by the beaten path, several strong, handsome orcs, their almost sickeningly wellsculpted bodies clad in fur armor leading a train of captives: human women with hands tied before them, wearing only flimsy loincloths if anything(most were simply stripped naked), bodies already tattooed with tribal patterns, naked breasts painted with red sigils of the Orc Horde, and feet clad in soft fur boots. They were leashed to each other by the neck with resigned, tired faces, following the massive orcish men to be tribewives: likely given by a human town to be the orcs’ wives and slaves, orcish women being rare like many monsters.
There was one human woman in the raider gang, prettier, more muscular, and older than the rest, wearing an orcish fur bikini and holding one of the orcs’ hands, who returned her grasp with a grope on her plump ass. She was apparently the orc’s wife and was regarded as a tribemate judging by the weapons she was allowed to keep. She could have been a knight defeated and subjugated by the orc taking her, the masterslave relationship blooming into what passed for love amongst orcs.
Lucy watched the slave train with blushing cheeks, trembling. She decided against joining them, this clan had women for now. If she had to make a sacrifice, let it be for something better than for averting an orcraiding gang that might not even know of her village. Her basket full, Lucy quietly crawled out of the foliage, praying no other monster prowling the gameandforagerich forest bumped into her.
God forbid, it could have been a minotaur.
Minotaurs often kept to the mountains and their labyrinthine caves. Reclusive and terse, they rarely were seen, often seeking a woman to mate with. If their prey was submissive and satisfied them, they mostly left the woman alone after . Strong and combative women, often human or elven knights would make them feel possessive and fall in love with.
She had seen one chasing a poor female knight, apparently a voluptuous, blonde elf with a bottomless suit of armor, her ass traditionally bare, her armor protecting her chest, albeit with serious cleavage. Luckily the knightess had escaped to safety, running in fear and panic, but the minotaur’s bulllike face and the equine, flared, thick cock that was as long as her arm with orangesized testicles had burned itself to Lucy’s memories, and warm dreams. Unsatisfied, his loincloth pushed away with his raging, massive erection, the bullman had roared in animalistic rage when the panicking elvish woman disappeared, stamping his hoofed leg with a shockwave that sounded surreally loud, no matter how large a humanoid could be.
“WAHNT WOMAHN!”
The creature had bellowed, forming a cold pit in Lucy’s stomach. “ELFWOMAHN DAMN YOU!” He had roared, in a scream that almost sounded like the braying of a brazen bull.
His enormous fist had cracked a tree apart, Lucy hissing and making herself so small in her hiding place that she wished she disappeared. He’d kill Lucy with such a massive penis, anger, and lust buildup upon penetration, no doubt.
“I FIND YOU ELF WOMAHN!” He had roared his frustration into the forest before stomping off with his treesized battleax slung on his back.
“ONE DAY!” The bullman had roared in unadulterated, horny fury and a butchered accented Common Tongue. “AHND FUHCK YOU!”
His passage had knocked out small trees with crackling, terrifying crashes: Lucy nearly peed herself in fear as the horny beast stomped off. If he had found her, she might even die from the penetration.
Her daydream of the minotaur’s encounter (and his massive, swinging equine penis) fading, Lucy sighed and exhaled in relaxation. No monster had preyed on her today.
For now.
“God, please let it be a handsome drow if it happens…” Lucy bargained with the heavens with lewd thoughts, quietly heading home with a sigh.
Of course, fate would not have it that way: orcs, being creatures of high metabolism, were quite diligent in hygiene, taking regular baths, and being smart enough to utilize herbs, runes, and potions to completely stay invisible to game animals, modifying their own bodies’ scent.
The same applies to humans.
When Lucy turned a corner and entered a rich clearing near a hot spring to forage, she was far too occupied, thinking the orcish womanhunting party had completely passed through.
Washing her basket full of mushrooms, exotic berries, and fruits, Lucy sighed and turned around to wash her hands and face. When she turned back, satisfied with the cleanup, the sight made her blood freeze and her stomach tie in knots.
Lucy whimpered in fear, scrambling back.
Her busy session of washing her forage, on all fours, ass up, and her underwear in full sight was a nice display for two enormously muscular orcs, grinning from ear to ear, having emerged fresh out of the hot springs, naked, wet, and with raging erections.
Lucy scrambled until her back was pressed behind a tree trunk, two, bald, green, orcish brutes closing in with one hand stroking their massive, turgid, veiny cocks. Nostrils flaring, cheeks red, the afraid, yet excited redhead stepped back, her back against a tree.
“Human woman.” The larger of the orcs spoke in surprisingly wellaccented common with a polite voice, his fangs gleaming with malicious lust, jutting from his thin lips. He was a shade of light green, hairless like many orcish breeds, with an incredible physique that could only be attained by years of nonstop exercise and massive food intake for a human man. Legs and arms were bulging with muscles, though not enough to prevent movement.
Lucy shivered: he was fully erect, his large penis throbbing, his dark green balls hanging like that of a true beast underneath.
“Are you lost?”
Gulping, Lucy shook her head, her eyes glued on two massive penises pointing at her face. “I was just…resting before I go back to my village.”
“Mm…” The smaller one grunted, flanking the shivering, beautiful peasant maid. “Brother, what do we do now?”
“Well…Look what you did to us, wandering naked while me and my brother were resting with no ill intentions to anyone.” The larger one grinned, pointing to his painfully erect penis. “I say you bend over here, we have some fun, and after some fun…” The orcs grunted, their massive green penises throbbing. “We let you go, what do you say?”
Both orcs started taking slow, deliberate steps, corded muscles flexing as they slowly stroked their massive penises, throbbing with every heartbeat. Their faces were lusty and arrogant, yet held a cocky, patronizing stare rather than violent aggression.
Lucy eventually exhaled in resignation.
Standing up with one arm raised before her, she started to take off her clothes. Both orcs grinned: nodding, and approached to help her get out of her peasant garb with surprising gentleness, even though both brutes were about to fuck her into the dirt, if not take her back to their camps as a tribe wife. Her large, soft breasts popped free from her peasant clothes, both orcs cupping each, rich, fertile breast and gently giving a squeeze before helping with the rest.
Their hands, huge and muscular, were quite gentle with Lucy, she found their touch to be relaxing. Both brutes groped her ass with a firm grasp, squeezing her plump, dimpled asscheeks after her clothes and underwear were stripped away, their other hands caressing Lucy’s body even though they could snap her like a twig. But they were admiring her curvy, soft, pale body like a treasure, grunting in satisfaction.
“You know what comes next, human.” The larger orc spoke with a deep, yet soft voice. “Just like that. Get on all fours like a good human and raise that butt for us.” The smaller one chuckled.
Lucy shuddered, sweating when one of the orcs got behind her, grinning as his turgid manhood pressed between her freckled asscheeks. The other one gently pushed her to her knees, caressing her hair with his huge, gnarled hands, and pushing her face towards his huge, bulbous cockhead. The second one knelt behind her, no doubt the orcs intended to spitroast her, a traditional way of using a woman in tribes low on females, orc brothers often tended to share women and were quite amiable about it.
Lucy sighed and opened her mouth when the orc before him gently pressed her cheeks with his thumb and index finger.
“Good human.” The orc spoke with accented common, gently opening her mouth and pushing his cock inside, his hands guiding her head not to hurt him with her teeth, or to choke her until he could feel his balls touch her chin. One hand guided her chin on how to take his penis comfortably, another caressing her rich, curly red locks with genuine care.
“You take good, human.” He grunted, caressing Lucy’s bulging cheeks and smiling as he made her suck slowly, his thickness filling her throat with slow, bulging moves.
Lucy shuddered, slowly closing her eyes, and gave up as the orc started to push his hips and fuck her throat faster. The cock tasted weird, and it strained her jaw. She was put on all fours, the orc behind her spreading her plump ass with strong hands, lining up his cock before her wet pussy, his other hand holding her belly from beneath to get the best grip. The orc grinned, feeling resistance as he started to push forward, Lucy’s eyes snapping open at the huge intrusion as waves of pleasure filled her. She felt the orc’s warm groin pressing on her asscheeks as she was taken, his balls touching her thighs as he pushed as hard as possible to make the thick peasant woman gasp even with his brother’s cock lodged in her throat, her breasts shaking when he started to thrust his hips.
Starting to pound her pussy without caring if she was prepared or not, the orcs kept moving with increasing savagery, Lucy beginning to go numb and relaxed, her freckled, pale, plump breasts shaking with every thrust as the green pair started to spitroast her, taking her mouth and pussy with determined, savage thrusts. Her ass jiggling with every thrust, Lucy gave up, letting herself be hoisted between the two orcs, eyes going white and groaning, her world only two sources of pleasure:
One between her lips and one between her legs, the green titans taking him with harsh slaps on flesh. Lucy tried to relax, surrendering herself, her body going limp as both orcs kept using her front and back holes, thrusting her back and forth like some oversized toy, their strong hands almost suspending her between their groins. Lucy’s skin felt only pleasure, with mild pain, her eyes closed, lost in bliss while being taken in the traditional way of orcs: two horde brothers on one woman from each end.
Minutes passed, and the grunting and the warmth from two huge, green orcs pressing on each end made her head swim until their breathing quickened, and after several hard slaps against her ass and face, she felt both orcs go rigid, grunt, and yell, her throat and pussy feeling the warm gush inside her from both ends.
Her eyes snapped open when she realized they weren’t stopping. Their manhoods lodged on her both ends did not even go limp!
Gurgling, Lucy felt an electrifying wave of pleasure shoot between her thighs, feeling the pounding of the younger orc’s member inside her cunt more acutely with each passing moment, and with an explosion of emotions, she started shuddering: a climax like she never experienced with stableboys in the village. Lucy started to shake, spasming with squeals, the orc’s penis lodged in her throat as she orgasmed with two orcs spitroasting her like a lewd nobleman’s magical toy, her pale flesh jiggling as her muscles shook, even as she was held aloft and fucked by the two brutes like beasts in heat.
Heaving, and groaning, Lucy collapsed on the soft turf, her spasming, halfconscious, naked body splattered by hot gushes of orcish semen, both orc brothers gasping for air. The trio collapsed on the grass, each one’s mind full of stars in the afterglow of a hard, and perfectly executed ual marathon.
“You go again, brother.” The smaller orc grunted. “I’m done.”
“Lightweight.” The larger green beast chuckled, lifting Lucy by hooking his huge hands under her thigh. With a grunt, the horny orc lifted the squealing peasant girl, pressing her soft skin on his chest. Ignoring her growing eyes and protests, the orc lowered her again to his groin, impaling her cunt on his stillerect, huge, green manhood and her while standing. Lost in bliss, Lucy felt like she was watching her own body from afar, her fat breasts bouncing, the orc sweating and grunting, keeping his hips moving: his balls striking her ass with wet slaps.
He kept building up his pace, grunting harder, and with ragged breaths, Lucy felt like he was about to cum again as the cock inside her twitched, bringing more and more pleasure to her as well.
And so he did, thrusting harder and harder, until Lucy started shaking, wailing in pleasure as she felt the orc release inside her, again and again.
The next hours felt like a dream. Lucy was on the grass, the big orc pounding her pussy after a short break, her legs up in the air, her mouth pulled open, she saw the smaller orc kneel and thrust his cock in her throat. Both brutes kept pumping their hips, taking her in the most obscene and lewd ways, violating her mouth and pussy repeatedly, time and time again.
She then remembered being on all fours, the orcs resuming their threesome spitroast, having the time of their life while they fucked her in the grass, over and over, until her consciousness faded and she fainted, though she could feel them her each, again and again. After the third orgasm, her body lost all sensation, dangling before both green brutes as they slammed their hardness into her, her body already turned to jelly.
Then she remembered being washed as she fell asleep with the cool waters and hands wiping her clean, the orcs gently carrying her and leaving her at the village entrance with her clothes on. Lucy trundled weakly to her hut, her wife already waiting, worried about her.
They even left her basket full on her arm.
It was a good day: perhaps she wouldn’t get pregnant and be exiled.
Together. But the orcs were gentle and considerate for some reason: they had promised her they would take the girls to their homes should it come to that: a wife for both.
****
Lei’raneth sighed, her pointy long ears sinking. Minotaurs weren’t evil creatures, just misunderstood. She didn’t have the heart to kill the rampaging, horny beast, her armor hid virtually nothing save for vital arteries: it must have aroused the poor minotaur with her open asscheeks, and belly, and virtually hiding nothing of her.
But she had run away. If the minotaur caught her, he might have injured her, or worse, killed her during “mating”. Perhaps not: an elven ranger, Lei’raneth had great flexibility and was repeatedly fucked by orcish raiders in outpost raids, getting used to being penetrated by huge cocks. It was in this world an unpleasant part of her training, to please the winner when losing, and begging to be let go after vigorous .
Maybe one day they’d meet under less pressing circumstances. Lei’raneth had a kind heart and understood some monsters needed with women to calm down. And that minotaur didn’t seem like a murderous thug, perhaps another time, she could make him feel at ease, and befriend him. Giving a minotaur a blowjob was something she didn’t do before, and perhaps, one day, she could meet him again. She was curious about a massive minotaur penis.
****
“Elf pussy…”
Garthuz grumbled, strolling, sniffing the air as his huge legs thumped with every step. He smelled the flowery, soft scent of a sweating, aroused elven woman, nature’s ideal fucktoys. Their pussies always smelled great and would go into estrus when orcs were around. Breeding fast, not as fast as sturdy human women or flexible goblin bitches, they made premium concubines and slaves for orcs. Their children with orcish fathers were always the smartest of the bunch, that’s why the great Gromrak The Scarred, his chieftain, had two respected elven concubines who bore his sons. The elves, claimed in war, were pampered enough not to resist, and they realized the rest of the tribes respected them greatly, more so after they bore Gromrak’s sons. They were treated like queens, which both elven women started to enjoy: they were lowly archers in the Elven Queendom. Even orcish women, ugly compared to the elves, treated both elven concubines with grudging respect.
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