The Code of Malacath [Ze Blitzkrieg]

[Lazy Kitsune]

Lagtha's tusks rubbed against your own as you kissed and her tongue managed to meekly press against yours. Not to resist, but to invite it into her mouth. Forgetting herself in the throws of an orgasm, Lagtha returns your kiss like a lover, her sweet lips welcoming your own fierce kiss. With the kiss broken you could see she was clearly in a daze after that orgasm, her mouth hanging open and panting heavily even as thick strands of saliva connected her tusks and tongue to yours.

She began to gasp and moan once more as you began walking, gripping tightly to you as you carried her on your cock up the steps to your throne. Her daze was passing but she was still dizzy from all the pleasure, leaving her wordless as you take your seat. She settles in on your lap, your cock still deep within her. Her hands rest on your arms as she catches her breath. Talented as she was from experience, she was no match for your youthful vigour.

Your smack to her rear seems to wake her up and she nods to your words. "Yes, my chief." she gasps, and begins to shift her hips, rocking back and forth around your cock. Her pace is slow, but very deliberate, keeping her wet and warm insides shifting around your cock at every moment. Her hands start to trail across your form, soothingly and affectionately as she leans in and starts to kiss along your jaw, soft, wet kisses that linger just beneath your ears.

"I was wrong..." she whispers in your ear between kisses "I didn't realise how strong you are... You really are superior to your father... in every way... though you already knew that, didn't you?" She starts to arch her back so she can buck her hips with more force, lifting herself up and down on your cock. This helps her shake her heavy tits before you. "Do you like my body. Its all yours to play with... Did you used to fantasize about me? Well, now I'm all yours. Perhaps... this was the way it was always meant to be. I was never a suitable guardian for you, but perhaps that was because I was always supposed to be your wife. A mother to your children rather than a mother to you."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

As she allowed herself the luxury of relaxing back into her new throne, Urzula couldn't help but bask in the glory of her own actions. It hadn't been all of an hour since the woman in her lap had been scheming the downfall of her rule, to see Shurkul made lesser for her own selfish ambitions. Now, she rode, slow and methodical, atop a cock that she been made to proclaim the superior of her husband's before her. The hard, dominant sex that had humbled the hearth-wife moments prior was good, familiar even, but perhaps sweeter than that was the anticipation that came with seeing just how good at pleasing a chief the imperious she-orc before her could be. She welcomed Lagtha's touch, allowing their bodies to meet, even going as far as to pull her own tunic up, and then over her head, tossing it aside so their chests could mash together as they shared a closer, more intimate connection.

"Did I fantasize about you? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She asked huskily, tilting her head to encourage her gentle ministrations, "Knowing the stud to one day claim you spent her youth stroking her cock to the thought of your body? Dreaming of the day she could claim you, and make you her own?"

She groaned softly, letting her own hands explore in turn, running up and down the swell of her lover's hips, her ass, the lines of her back.

"I did. Malacath knows I'd finished to the thought of more than a few of father's wives over the years. Whether it was from watching Graza's strong back as she shaped that metal, or watching you strut around with one of those low cut dresses, knowing exactly whose eyes you were drawing when you'd make your rounds... I knew I'd be back to claim you all one day. From the moment I stepped through those gates, I'd have you or die trying."

That thought got her blood up. Her fingers let Lagtha only for a moment, only long enough to reach around and untie the knot holding her breasts bound. As they bounced free, she pressed them into the older orc's own, giving her ass a playful smack as her hands found their way back to her generous curves.

"You want to mother my children? Then do it. Claim the right and seize my seed. I've already given you a stronger release than my father ever could, now let me give you stronger sons as well."

[Lazy Kitsune]

As you speak, Lagtha continues her duties, finding the sensitive spots along your neck and jaw to kiss and lick at as she rides your cock. Her body heaves up and down in a motion as relaxing as it was pleasurable, her long hair gently bouncing in motion with her matronly breasts - once intended to feed your rivals, now tools for your pleasure. She took her hands up to caress your cheeks, bringing her face before yours so you could watch the way her mouth twitched with each gasp and moan your cock drew from her. "Is this day living up to your fantasies, my chief? Let me know if there is anything I can do to help those desires become reality. I live to serve the chief of the hold, after all." No doubt a part of those words came from a desire for Lagtha to try and reclaim some of her former position, though at least now her angle was to appease you and prostrate herself to you. Her schemes could be quite pleasant as long as she kept in her place.

As your breasts press together, you feel the weight of her plentiful, soft cleavage roll over your own. She picks up the pace, spurred on by the playful smack you treat her ass to. Her hips rotate, guiding your cock along the walls of her sex, leading you to spots that make her eyes flutter and her warmth clench tightly around you. Her body was slick with sweat as it slid over yours, using every inch of herself to please you, not just the depths of her cunt. Her breasts were mashed against your own as an offering to show the bounty she now gave freely. She lifted her rear into your grip, letting you feel the curves of her form - a body that strode a delightful line between motherly and sultry. The marks of age on her only seemed to elevate this effect, adding a taboo delight to treating such an experienced parental figure to an object to sate your sexual appetites.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"The day has only just begun," Urzula answered throatily, finding it oh so difficult to pull her lips away from the matronly orc in her lap, kissing gently at the fingers on her cheeks, "And you'll find my appetites and imagination are such that a single day won't do. We'll be doing this for weeks to come."

Pleasurable a partner as she proved to be, the newly crowned chief was not so naive as to let her lusts for bountiful flesh blind her to the reality of things. She knew Lagtha was desperate to keep her position within the hold, having realized it and more were in grave jeopardy with her now on the throne. If submitting to her new overlord, and using her body to try and curry what favor she could was how she expressed the insecurity, well, it was certainly better than trying to foment an insurrection. So long as she didn't allow their shared pleasure to somehow make her think she had power over the chief once more, then all would be well.

Feeling the pace pick up, Urzula groaned appreciatively. Her hands gripped and fondles, mauling the fine, full ass presented with vigor. She had been with a number of women in her years. Tall, fair haired Nords with tight, strong bodies, petite Bosmer with the slight, sensitive curves. She had even laid with an Argonian once, feeling smooth, cool scales contrast with one of the tightest, hottest holes she had ever had the pleasure of claiming. But of the women she had come to know and enjoy, there were few who she held such desire toward as those well into their lives. Not so old as to be crones, as to have lost their beauty, but dignified, mature, their bodies plentiful and their lovemaking assured by years of careful practice. Lagtha fit that bill and more, combining all the sultry wiles of an Imperial housewife looking for an exciting night with an exotic foreigner with the ancestral ferocity of the Orsimer.

Her cock swelled with the thought of leaving such a woman with child and so her hands tightened their grip. Though she gave Lagtha the chance to ride her at the leisurely pace she desired, she made sure to remind the matronly orc just who was in charge while they made love; though her strong arms tensed and slackened in rhythm with her grinding, coaxing her to rock her hips with ever more speed, they were a stern reminder that she was only given leave to do so by her mercy, and a mind ruining rut was only ever a whim away.

"Faster. Ride your chief! Show her your worth! Your womb is hers to claim now, your pleasure as well. Earn the honor!"

[Lazy Kitsune]

Lagtha's playful kisses made their way to your lips, pressing gently onto you to let you taste the sweetness of her tongue. She kept them fleeting and teasing, pulling back each time to gauge your reaction to her lips. Keeping close enough that both your heavy breathing shared the same air, she was never far from planting another kiss, lingering longer to test how you enjoyed it most. Her ass fills your palms and then some as she pushes it out into your grip. She turns away from your face for a moment to glance down behind her, watching her ass bounce in your grip as she shakes it down onto your lap. Grinning, she returns to look at you, nipping at your ear as she whispers "I see you appreciate parts of my body quite a bit. Enjoy all that I have to offer, my chief. Anything you desire from me... any pleasure I can give you." Her words are breathy and laden with a moaning lilt.

She arches her back, lifting her tits away from your chest so you can watch them bounce and sway while she angles herself to let your cock pound right against her very depths. Her eyes cross for a moment as she spears herself onto you, spurred on by your command. "Yes my chief!" she cries out, picking up the pace. The sound of her wet folds slapping against the base of your cock, accompanied by the clap of her thighs on your lap, began to echo throughout the Longhouse. She pulls her hands from your cheeks so as to cup her breasts, lifting herself up for a moment. While elevated, she runs her hips in a round motion, dipping and rising to tease the upper half of your cock as she leans forward, guiding her tits to your face and offering them to you. "You may wish to enjoy other parts of my body too. Take what you will, I can ride while you have your fill of me."

True to her word, she returns to her quickened pace, bouncing atop you. Her breathing is heavy, her moans growing louder. Moans you were used to overhearing in the past that now you got to cause yourself. You recognised them, both from times overhearing the activities in your father's bedchamber, and from moments ago when you had Lagtha against the wall. She was reaching her climax, and she was making sure to use it for your benefit, letting you see the pleasure melt the focus in her eyes, letting you hear it build in her voice... letting you feel her wetness run down your cock and over your heavy balls, letting you feel her tighten and twitch as she brought herself to a second orgasm on top of you. Her hands gripped onto your shoulders, so she could use her arms to pump herself up and down on top of you even while control of her thighs were lost to her by the twitching pleasure of an orgasm running through her body.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

As the ardor of their lovemaking grew, so too did Urzula's throaty groans. She had always been loud when she took her rights, and with Lagtha earnestly settling in to satisfy them both, she had no reason not to let her pleasure be known. The way she worked her hips, circling about and stirring the hot, messy meeting of their sexes made her truly yearn for the future yet to come. Perhaps she could begin her day to the sight of the big, verdant tits bouncing before her, ridden into the bed by her matron turned lover, a couple of her newer wives in either arm, witnessing an expert please their chieftain, so they might learn to do the same one day themselves. She found herself frenzied as Lagtha offered her fine rack, and buried her face into them without hesitation. The scent of their rutting, the slick sounds of their sexes meeting again and again, the salty taste on her tongue as she sucked a fine, green peak between her lips. It was too much to resist. She began to rise her hips to the occasion, meeting Lagtha every time she came down upon the massive pillar between her legs, her balls clapping up against ass with every motion.

It must have been too much for Lagtha too. The way her moans shifted, it became clear she fast approached another orgasm. That was good. She wanted it. Wanted to feel her conquest buck and wring, so lost in the rush that she all but forgot herself. She wanted to hear those desperate, breathy gasps, rising in volume as it became too much to bear. She wanted to savor every involuntary shudder, knowing that she had given her pleasure unmatched. To the credit of dear Lagtha, once she hit her peak, she still fought hard to do her duty, wildly pumping atop her chief even as her eyes glossed over and she voice echoed off the longhouse's walls.

She would not need to fight for long. While she had held herself back earlier, her erstwhile rival had surrendered since. She was the new chief's woman, and she would be anointed as all those women to come; pumped full of thick, virile seed. Coaxed by the feeling of the tight, hot walls around her clenching and milking, she leaned her weight back into the throne, pulling hard to rock Lagtha into her just a few... last... times! A particularly hard spasm set her off, and she threw her head back as the pleasure shot up her spine like so much lightning, strands of saliva connecting her still to the tits she had so vigorously sampled in the meanwhile. She grunted, hard and fast at first, and then all but bellowed out her triumph as her cock bucked heavy inside her lover. It took a few good couple of dry throbs before the first of many heavy blasts of cum fired their way into Lagtha's deepest, most intimate parts, but once the floodgate had opened, there was no stopping it. She held Lagtha fast as she came, ensuring every possible rope of cum found its way home, her chest heaving as she panted hard in almost painful release.

Only once she had bloated Lagtha's stomach, and the red fog of lust parted with the slowing end of her orgasm did she slacken her grip, a languid moan leaving her lips. She ran her hands up and down the redhead's lower back, her touch more tender than before, but still curious and hungry as she stroked the sweat damp flesh. For her efforts, the older orc earned a few gentle, appreciative kisses across her jaw, as Urzula basked in the glory of what they had done.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Lagtha's body was at your mercy, jerked around by your strong pulls as your reached your climax. She looked to the ceiling as if in reverence as you pumped her on your cock and started to fill her with your hot, potent seed. With throb after throb, your cock released more of your cum into the older woman, marking what used to be your father's and was now very much yours and yours alone. Lagtha collapses against you as you release into her and hold in her in place to make sure she was well seeded. Her heaving breasts rest atop your own as she meets your gaze with her own and holds it, breathing heavily with sweat sticking her hair to her forehead and cheeks as she feels you fill her up.

She lets out a soft groan as she feels you pump her with more than you father ever offered, filling her past the point of being full. She took it all regardless, not that you left her much choice, every last drop being pumped inside of her until it pushed out the shape of her stomach with your seed. Once your release came to an end, she ran a hand down over her womb, which now showed a tease of what she'll look like once carrying your children. With how much of your virile cum you had just filled her with, she was almost certainly seeded. In the extremely unlikely event that she wasn't, there was no limit to the number of times you could fill her up again to make sure the deed was done.

As you began to run your hands along her back, she returned both her own hands to you, tracing over your arms and cheeks once more as she rested against your strong body. She mirrored your kisses with some of her own, running her lips across your jaw and on your cheeks, even occasionally meeting your own lips.

"Truly... superior... to your father... in every way." she murmurs between heavy breaths. "Would you like me to be waiting for you in your bed tonight, my chief? I could wear one of your father's favourite dresses so you can rip it from my body."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Though sweet kisses were a fine thing to exchange, talk of the night to come brought Urzula from her reverie sooner than she would have liked. Were it her way, she would have scooped Lagtha up in her arms and carried her off into the bedchamber to carry on their impromptu rutting. She would take the older orc in every way one could take another, and prove her virility ten times over before the night came to claim them. Her member throbbed with the thought, even as remained buried within the hearth-wife before her, eager to continue, to claim ever more of her newest conquest.

But... she was a chief. With the pleasures of the chief, so too came the responsibilities of leadership. She couldn't spend the entire day bedding her women, or the hold would fall into stagnation as she busied herself atop her brides and conquests. She had resolved to make Shurkul greater than it had been under her father, and so it would be done. There would be ample time in the evenings to put towards ensuring her line.

"Would I like you in my bed tonight? I'd like you in my bed, right now, until you couldn't hope to walk in the morning," She answered boldly, stealing a longer, deeper kiss than the little pecks they had been exchanging, her tongue seeking out that of her lover. When she pulled away, she continued.

"But I must see to the others. The orcs of this hold will soon take up arms, and they will need their chief to lead them. Leading them will require much planning." She gave another cursory squeeze, wistfully feeling the softness of Lagtha's thighs before pulling off her entirely, leaning back so that she might disentangle herself.

"See that this mess is cleaned up," She gestured down with her eyes to puddle of their own making, a mixture of sticky, feminine juices, sweat, and thicker strands of cum that had escaped the seal of their sexes, undoubtedly set to grow once they had fully decoupled from one another, "And that the furs in my father's chamber are replaced. When I take you tonight, it will be on new furs, and we will make new memories upon them."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Lagtha met your deeper kiss with a warmth and passion you had earned through your conquest of her. Her tongue found yours, letting them run together as her hands ran across your cheek and gently slid onto your neck just so as to help with positioning the kiss so you could press together with ease. You hear and feel her sighs throughout the kiss as she sinks into the motion, leaning forward and letting her hips buck up, just a little - rivulets of white flowing down around the sides of your cock and over your balls as the movement spreads her pussy a little more for a moment.

Once the kiss ends, Lagtha is left with her tongue hanging just past her tusks for a few moments as she takes in your words. With a quiet nod, she shifts once released, slowly easing herself up off your cock. Even after your finish, you were still hard and large enough for the withdrawal from her depths to make her moan and gasp several times over before, with a shivering back, she pulled her hips up and with a wet plop your cock sprung free. More cum pooled out of her well fucked hole, running between her thighs and yours and easing some of the bloat you left inside her. She sighs as she shifts away from you, slipping off from your lap. "I have a feeling I know exactly how you like to be cleaned, my chief." she murmurs, sliding onto her knees and lowering her face to the mess between your legs. "Let me make sure you are as polished as all the trophies in this building before you leave and I clean up the remaining mess."

She takes your cock into her hands and starts to lick across your length, scooping up lengths of your cum and her juices that painted your cock with her tongue and gulping them down. She moans a little, flicking her lidded eyes up towards you. "You even taste better than your father. Stronger." she says, tapping the tip of your cock against her lips. "If my chief wishes, I will clean this all for you like this. I could even wipe some of it against my tits if you would prefer. And do let me know if you want me to work faster or slower." She trails her tongue along your inner thigh as she awaits your response, lapping up the trails of your seed that now mixed with your sweat.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Reclined in her throne, and serviced by a fine woman, Urzula truly had to fight to keep her resolve about her. Any orc would, seeing a beautiful woman lash their cock with her tongue, hungrily slurping up the proof of their passion. The urge to bury herself down Lagtha's throat and fuck it bulging held heavy in her mind, but she shirked it off, instead nodding her agreement.

"This would please me. I want to see you drink deep of my seed, and coat your tongue with it completely. I want you to glaze your breasts with it, and rub it in. Do not bathe once you're done; I want you to smell of me for the rest of the day. Let the others know my scent, and know you are mine now."

A heavy hand came to rest a top Lagtha's messy red locks, and she pushed the proud hearth-wife forward, so that she might once again engulf her shaft in warm, wet perfection.

"But most of all, I want to feel your tongue on my cock. Get to work, or my resolve might give in and I'll have to make a mess of the table as I have the throne."

[Lazy Kitsune]

"It may take them some time to know the scent is yours." Lagtha says, smiling up at you as she takes her tits into her hands and pushes them forward between your thighs. "But I have a feeling you'll give plenty of them a chance to learn that fact first hand." She presses her tits around your cock, her large, soft emerald embrace smothering your thick and powerful cock. The sticky glazing of your cum across your shaft helped provide a slickness to the motions of her breasts as she slid them up and down around the sides of your pride. As more of your release trickled down from the tip of your dick, it began to drizzle across her matronly chest, the white pooling around the valley of her cleavage as she rubbed the cum beneath onto her tits. She seemed ready to make another comment, before your hand came down and put her mouth to other work.

She gagged at first, surprised to find herself put to more direct cleaning so swiftly, but she adjusted as the talented paramour she was and soon began slurping from your tip. Lagtha keeps her mouth wide to let your cock past her tusks, the small tips grazing against the underside of your shaft lightly. The smaller cock of a typical male might fit between her tusks, but she had to be more careful with them around you. Not that they caused discomfort, if anything they made her mouth more unique then those of the Imperials and Nords you had enjoyed during your time with the Legion.

She starts to moan as she bobs her head up and down, letting the contented sighs of someone savouring a favoured meal fall against your cock between the slurps and lapping of her tongue that cleaned it off inch my inch. Her throat would make do better than any rag at wiping you down too, and she seemed aware of this, letting herself lower her mouth further to let you feel your tip press against the back of her throat. She slowed and eased back up a little, letting her roll her tongue around your cock. Her lips formed a tight seal as she sucked with appreciative moans, looking up at you the entire time, before lowering herself once more, knowing you would direct her with the hand on her head if you desired a change of pace.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Malacath beyond, how was she meant to resist such treatment? She had resolved to uncouple herself from Lagtha and attend matters of the hold, but who could resist having such a generous proportioned woman on their knees before them, pumping their cum-slick cock between the deep, jade valley of her tits and sucking their head with such hungry vigor? And to do it right there, in the great hall of the longhouse? Urzula almost regretted barring the door; part of her took a thrill in someone walking in, witnessing their chief in all her magnificence, being pleasured so enthusiastically by one of the finest women in all the hold. The hand that she kept atop Lagtha's head tightened, her strong fingers sinking into the fiery locks there, helping coax the pace of her dutiful sucking all the faster.

"Nnghh... Morth will have to wait. I want more," She eventually muttered, spreading her thick thighs all the wider so as to give Lagtha more room to work her magic, plying the skills she had built up over so many years as the chief's favored consort. Deep, breathy groans let her lips as she stared down with half-lidded eyes, encouraging the she-orc to feast upon the plenty that was her massive shaft. It throbbed hard between heavy breasts and plump lips, her head swelling proudly as it slid deeper into the throat beyond.

"That's it... Good girl. Savor your chief. I want you to get used to it too. The taste. The smell. I want you to come to love it, so that when I leave you sore and sweaty and reeking in the morning, you can only thank Malacath for the blessing," She husked, feeling the fires of her arousal once again stoke into a feverish blaze, "Hnnngrhh... Fuck... Show me. Show me why I mean to take you as a wife of my own. Make your chief anoint you in her seed!"

[Lazy Kitsune]

A slight chuckle vibrating Lagtha's lips around your cock, followed swiftly by an agreeable moan. Lagtha pushed herself down upon you, even while her tits worked over the lower end of your cock. Though your cock was much more than she was used to dealing with, as was evident by the occasional moment of gagging your brought out of her as your length pushed into her throat, at the few pauses she would have as she adjusted to your size, she still handled herself with remarkable composure. She had adjusted well from the frightened and cornered thing you tamed against the wall, now putting her well practiced skills to use to please you and show what talents had earned your father's favour in the first place. Her own lidded gaze met yours as she worked, an intimacy and warmth in the connection that befitted lifelong lovers more so than recently bonding rivals.

She stuck her ass out as she worked, letting it sway at the edge of your vision all the while she pushed her tits against your thighs, sliding them lower now to wipe them against your balls. There was more method to the motions than would first appear, as adjusting her stance helped her angle your cock into her better. Her throat began to bulge as it took more you into her. Trails of spit would dribble down your cock, helping wash down the cum she hadn't reached yet into the valley of her tits as they would pass by to rub your shaft. Then she would slide back up, pulling up until your cockhead had just pulled back from her throat and rested in her mouth, before sliding back down. As her throat adjusted, she moved faster and faster, her head moving almost like the wheel on a cart, moving forward as she brought herself down onto your rigid pole, before pulling back as she slid out so her tongue could slide along your cock and tickle the swelling ridge of your head.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Throaty sighs quickly became deep, satisfied moans. The feeling of Lagtha's tongue and throat working in tandem with each other to keep her swollen head well cared for, all while the softness of her tits swallowed every inch of her mammoth cock that they could had left the young chief deep in her pleasure. She could feel her balls, having just emptied their payload not long before, thrumming with a familiar need. The wet, sloppy service that her newly found lover presented her with had driven her once more into the familiar, foggy need to see bellies bulged with her seed, and with the skillful tending she received while lounging back into her seat of power, that need would surely be met before long.

With a single hand, she continued to guide Lagtha's wonderful mouth, occasionally rocking her hips up against the pair of heavy tits sprawling over her lap. She was generous in her praise, deep rumbling groans leaving her chest as she allowed the older woman to prove her worth by way of lovemaking, equal in her desire to lay back and enjoy the fine pampering that she had earned by force or arms, and the ingrained need to fuck herself deep into the throat of such a beautiful prize and prove herself the superior. She settled on a half-measure, pumping herself in tandem with the bobbing between her thighs, meeting the delightful cocksucker at the zenith of each of her strokes, so that she might bury herself as deeply into her throat as could be managed in their position. While slow enough at first, as the moments passed by, her need grew, and so she grew ever more restless, her hand forcing the hearth-wife to speed her efforts ever more.

"Nnhhh... Oblivion, you've taken well to this, haven't you? That's good. You'll need to teach the others how to handle this monstrous thing. I'm sure the other holds will soon send their daughters to Shurkul, hoping to garner my favor by way of their daughter's bodies. You'll need to... ohh... Show them the way of things. How to satisfy... satisfy their chief!"

Sweat formed about her brow as her composure was tested, the hard muscles of her belly beginning to twitch. She could feel the surge building within her, and unlike before, she had no need to hold it back. The grip of Lagtha's hair grew all the tighter, now more a handhold than anything else, and Urzula began to press with ever greater force, thrusting herself up even as she pushed down. She throbbed, hard, and with it came an ever deepening series of moans. Only once she felt herself plateau did she cry out.

"Fuck! Here it is! Take it! Drink deep of your chief!"

She let strand after strand spew heavy and fast down Lagtha's throat, content that the well-trained slut would happily accept every single blast. But Urzula did not mean for every blast to end up within her. After half a dozen huge ropes blew down her gullet, the she pulled the redhead's mouth up and off her shuddering maleness, letting the rest arc through the air and rain down across her face and chest and back, painting her for what she was.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Lagtha gags, as any woman would, being dragged down further on your cock as you reach your latest release. Pumping your seed down her throat, you hear her gulp frantically, swallowing down any that was shot near the top of her gullet. She took it just as well and obediently as you expected her to, swallowing with the pride of an orc - just applied to different strengths than usual. She gives herself completely to your grip on her head, and so you pull your cock free of the warm embrace of her mouth and begin your shower over her form, marking her as yours on the outside just as much as you did on her inside. Lagtha sits on her heels, with her hands on her knees as she takes it all, before looking up at you and opening her mouth to show your seed lying on her tongue before swallowing it down before you. Your cum trickled across her face, forcing her to close one eye before she wiped it clear with her hand and then dipped the cum covered fingers into her lips. Another trail of cum trickled past her nose and over her cupids bow, which she lapped up like sweet nectar.

"I take it you don't want any of this cleaned off of my body either, my chief. I won't wash, though I may rub it in and lick some of it up, to avoid leaving a mess around the place as I carry out the tasks you've set me." She says, before leaning forward. As carried away as you had gotten, you realise she had yet to finish her first task, which she returns to with a lick across your balls. Most of the first mess you had made had been cleaned up by now, but she still followed through with a little after care to your cock that helped polish it off for good. Soon, with a trail of licks and kisses, your thighs, balls and cock were all spit cleaned by Lagtha - who finished it all off with a final kiss right on the tip of your dick.

"I think I'll get a rag to help with the rest, but that's your body all cleaned up my chief. I'll see the rest done while you are busy elsewhere... and I'll be waiting for you in your bed once you return. I hope this has helped make amends for my previous... foolishness."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Sighing in contentment, Urzula allowed Lagtha to finish her dutiful cleaning, her vice grip changing to a softer, kinder touch, stroking through the messy strands while she waited. Once her pride had been properly spit-polished and a final kiss offered in its honor, she grinned.

"Good girl. Keep to such obedience, and I'll make sure to reward you well, both tonight and in all the nights to come." The chief promised, pushing off the arms of her throne so that she might once again stand on steady legs. It took her a moment to find the cloth to bind her breasts, and a few moments more to once again tuck the big, perky rounds back into the confinement. By then her cock had softened enough to be tucked back beneath her loincloth. Realizing herself, she offered Lagtha a strong arm to stand once more, and left it to her to keep steady while her chief was busy replacing her trousers and buckling her belt. Once it had all been sorted and her tunic returned to its place did she go to step away from the older orc, though she did lean in to steal a quick, hungry kiss from her sweet lips, relishing in the musky scent of her own seed and sweat wafting off such a prized conquest.

"Wait for me. I won't be long," She murmured, and then she was off, leaving Lagtha to finish tidying the mess and preparing her chambers. The heavy wood that barred the door felt lighter than ever in her hands, still riding the rush of a good, hard fucking, and even the sun above felt all the sweeter as she pushed the doors of the longhouse ajar. She had hoped that her mother and sister had finished their duties in the time it took to tame her father's widow, but given the instability of a freshly taken hold, she was sure any number of other inhabitants might have had need of her in the interim. It was just a matter of who found her, or who she found, first.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Lagtha stumbles on her shaky feet as you kiss her, almost seeming to swoon a little and needing to wrap an arm around your neck so as to steady herself. With the kiss broken, the older woman is soon able to restore her composure, using one hand to steady herself against the armrest of your throne so she can stand up straight. Its an interesting sight, to see her stand with the same demeanour you are used to seeing her, a more sophisticated stance than typical of Orsimer women, all the while she remains coated in your cum. The usual haughty air about her is still present, though it no longer has that irritating quality to it. Now, if anything, it feels like it elevates you, that the woman can still compose herself and act so highly, while still readily submitting to you and accepting your superiority. If your father were less a fool, you would consider that a tactical reason on his part to keep her visibly by his side all those years. A trophy that acts superior to those seeking and audience with the chief, yet still bends to the chiefs will with ease, can help demonstrate the chief's authority and commanding presence. Though knowing your father, all he needed to be convinced of her value were those beautiful tits of hers.

"I'll wait for you eagerly, my chief." she says with a sultry whisper as you part ways, before returning to cleaning up after your lovemaking. With a quick heft, you set aside the great wooden barrier that kept the great doors of the Longhouse shut. Stepping out into the yard, the chill of Skyrim's air falls onto your sweat slick skin, cooling fast the warmth that had built up from the heated passions from within the Longhouse. It isn't long before you spot Morth, who had been waiting nearby. Upon seeing you exit, she quickly makes her way towards you.

"Chief Urzula." she greets you, standing firmly to attention. "Shield-mother Bula sent me to find you after we reviewed our supplies and spoke with Graza. The Longhouse was sealed so I waited out here assuming you were attending to important matters with Lagtha. I apologise if that was not the right call."

She had a directness about the way she spoke, perhaps to try and compensate for an evident lack of experience. She was still a young warrior, and clad more in Nordic steels than true Orcish armour crafted with Orichalcum, as were many of the men here. The only true tools of Orcish make you had seen seemed to be your father's gear, and a few blades and shields scattered throughout the Stronghold. This spoke ill of what the armoury held. You knew Graza had no trouble working Orichalcum, though supplies of the ore were running low even before you left. It seems your father may have never been able to, or never sought need to, rectify this issue.

These worries are confirmed by Morth's next words. "The armoury was scarcer than we had expected. Our reserves are down to damaged chest plates and helmets, and it seems the men that left took a few of our finest blades and axes with them. Graza could manage the repairs, but our mine that had been our main source for Orichalcum dried up before you returned. Bula is speaking with her now about possible alternatives. There are potential mines not far that may have Orichalcum veins running through them, though they are currently claimed by others. One is the property of the Nord Jarl of their nearby hold of Falkreath. The other is independent. We believe to be bandits using it as a hideout. Bula sent me to fetch you so you may make a decision on how we are to proceed while she and Graza take stock on what crafts have been worn past their use and could perhaps be smelted down into parts for repairs."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

As was the way of leadership, every victory was met with yet more trials. She had learned that much, when she had been given small groups of her fellows to lead on expeditions in the legion. Though she had managed to defeat her first true challenge through a judicious application of libido, she doubted she could fuck her way out of a lack of orichalcum. Her father had assuredly pushed the issue further down the road, content to arm his sons and daughters with the steel of the Nords. Perhaps it was a small thing for him, who did not fear for legitimacy in the eyes of his followers. Not until she had come home, with her acid tongue and hunger for glory, at least. But for a new chief, and a woman no less? To find her kinsmen lacking in their ancestral arms, the symbol of orcish excellence and military might? That was unacceptable. She glowered as she mowed over her options, though she at least spared poor Morth to ire of her gaze, instead looking to the mountains beyond.

"I see. We'll need to address this immediately; the Nords fear us for our heavy infantry. We have no heavy infantry without good, proper orcish plate," She explained, "Without proper equipment, challenging the Jarl of a major hold is foolish. I have no doubt we will quarrel with Falkreach in the years to come, but for now, we will contend with the bandits. I am no stranger to flushing out their kind."

She began for the forge as she spoke, beckoning Morth to follow her. She was a young thing, but an adult now none the less, and perhaps most importantly, she was loyal. Perhaps it was out of respect, or the hopes that by pleasing the new chief, she would not be sold like chattel to another hold, to be the sow of a stranger. Her reasons could be deduced at a later time; all that mattered in the moment was the loyalty.

"How many men and women do we command, without those handful who left earlier? We might not need all that many to handle brigands, especially if we know they're camping in a mine."

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Bula wished to speak with you about that herself, but I can give you my assessment." Morth begins, walking with you as you both head towards the forge. "Our numbers are few. It would have been a significant blow if all the men from earlier left. Even the scarce few that did leave are a noticeable absence. We were never the largest hold and now we are more undermanned than ever. To launch a full raid on this mine would leave Shurkul near unprotected. You may have noticed a scarced few guards were at Graza's side when Dulac and the others were attempting to leave."

The path to the forge leads you behind the Longhouse and up towards the mountains surrounding the hold. Built close to the entrance of the mines that led to the Stronghold being built here in the first place, you and Morth rise up to the highest point in your domain, able to overlook the entire hold from up where the forge rests. Here, Graza and Bula await, halting their discussing to turn and greet you with nods of respect.

"I take it Morth has informed you of our situation." your mother begins, sighing with a heavy frown. "It seems you will have a fair few messes to clean up left behind by your father. As ill equipped as our warriors are, our hunters are making do with less. Your father managed trade with some nearby towns for crops, but it seems he's failed to uphold his end of those bargains one too many times as they have cut off trade with us. With a new chief, they may be open to reconsidering those deals, but it would take something significant to convince them of doing so. Dulac's talk of a curse from earlier didn't come from nowhere. Though what he failed to see at the time was that the source of the curse had already been rooted out thanks to you. Now we must put in the work to recover from your father's incompetence."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Crisis after crisis, Urzula reminded herself again, as she listened to her mother's words. She would have to weather them regardless. While obtaining a steady flow of orichalcum was of great interest to strengthening the hold, it would all be for naught if her miners were too weary from hunger to drag it up to the surface. She would need to handle the matter of food before she could even consider launching a military action.

"What towns did father have dealings with? And do you know which Jarls those towns swear allegiance to? It might be that I'll have to personally treat with them in order to soothe things, and if I can at least find which ones have Imperial sympathies, I might be able to leverage my ties to the legion to soften them into a better deal."

It would be hard to convince them, given the pride of the Nords as a people, but she had always been good with words, and if that failed, she had a strong arm and a sword to put in it. It would be a fools errand to try and rob a town by her lonesome, but perhaps there were threats left unaddressed by the Jarls to these more rural settlements. Threats that she could dispose of in order to win their favor.