After taming my laugh, I keep lovingly threading my fingers through Hecate’s hair. She stares at me slightly from below with her multiple pitch-black eyes and the usual, completely neutral face. It would be nice to evoke any reaction from the silent spidergirl.

“So, you are always going to follow me around no matter what I say, aren’t you?” I ask with a gentle smile.

She visibly hesitates before answering with either a nod or shake of her head as she is used to. Seeing her trouble, I scratch her head with some more love.

“Don’t worry about your answers. You can always be honest with me. Always say what is on your mind. Well, rather than say, maybe show is the better word here.”

Some more concern remains in Hecate’s composed mind that I can feel through our shallow connection but it soon dissipates and she nods. Then, she nods once more, agreeing to my request and answering my earlier question.

“See? It wasn’t that hard. I’m not going to punish you for speaking your mind. Now, if you do something that I wouldn’t approve of, that might be a different topic, but it mostly refers to hurting or being aggressive towards our friends. I won’t ever scold you for having your own thoughts and opinions. Do you understand?”

Finishing my explanation, I sit down on the carpet in the middle of the corridor and gesture at Hecate to do the same. She copies my cross-legged way of sitting after attempting to achieve the same result for a little bit and mirrors me shortly after managing to do exactly that.

Since we are already talking, we might as well do some more of it.

Hecate nods after setting herself on the floor too. I kind of envy her for having Sirgia-made underwear on herself as my balls start getting a little itchy from the slightly irritating surface of the carpet. To not sit opposite her with a raging boner pointing in an obvious direction, I use the neat feature of my powers to let the little guy rest for a moment.

“Alright. I just want to say that I guess I’m fine with you disobeying that particular request of not spying on me all the time since I can feel how seriously you take this responsibility. As much as it is okay, I hope that you can leave my side now and then whenever I have something  for you to do.”

After a few seconds of silence, I receive an adorable nod in response.

Alright. Time for the next step.

“Saying that, I would like you to use some of your free time to roam around the city. You are amazing at remaining undetected and your range of movements is no less incredible. In case anything happens, I’m sure that you would be the first one to arrive at the place of the issue after learning the layout a little bit. Can I ask you that?”

Bringing her slim hand to the middle of her chest, she makes a deep bow that even her spider legs follow and begins lifting herself up. I quickly grab her pale wrist and stop the eager spidergirl with a soft smile.

“I didn’t mean immediately. You don’t have to memorise the entire area in a day or night, alright?”

With my gentle pulling, she returns to the floor and I keep her slightly colder hand in mine, brushing over Hecate’s pretty skin with my thumb.

“You like my warmth, right? Come closer. This is another thing. You can come and snuggle with me whenever you feel like it if I’m not doing anything important. Consider it your reward for always protecting me, yeah?”

Gazing into my eyes for a few seconds, she skilfully climbs into my lap and we end up in a lotus position since she doesn’t turn around. Pecking the unobstructed part of her forehead, between the smallest pair of eyes, I hug her closely as her humanoid legs wrap around my waist. Hecate’s small chest brushes against my warm skin as I stroke her soft back.

“Now, while you get comfy, let’s continue our little talk,” I lower my voice a little and talk to her slightly pointed ear. “I will be very safe with everyone around so you can accomplish your mission at the time that our place is closed to the customers. Do not skip on your sleep or other important parts of your life. When we are open for business, I’m sure you would like to stay around me since many strangers come and go.”

I feel Hecate’s chin tap my shoulder and quickly understand that she is nodding. What a sweet girl. Would be even sweeter if this deep sense of servitude and loyalty wasn’t ingrained in her by those bitch spiders. I can only put it to good use without forcing her into anything.

“Great. And, as I mentioned many times, always feel free to express your concerns or doubts. Don’t just follow my orders without thinking. I know that you are a very smart girl. You understood me really quick back in the caverns. There’s no punishment for hesitation. When I will want something exactly the way I want, I will emphasise it.”

Another tap tickles my skin as I begin running my fingers over the onyx chitin growing out of her back. The durable and extremely sharp spikes look so sexy and badass. And it looks like they have some receptors as Hecate’s slim frame shivers faintly when I caress them a bit too much.

“Should I stop?” I ask to make sure that it’s not uncomfortable.

An almost instantaneous shake tugs my body a bit. I chuckle quietly. It looks like she enjoys the sensation. Very good. Maybe it will let her relax some more and let us bond better. The closer we get, the higher the chances of becoming more of a person for Hecate.

At that moment, two people show up a bit further into the hallway in front of me. It’s Filue, one of the Dark Elves from Elea’s squad, and Vii, our beautiful pure-blood Foxkin resident. They notice our position and exchange smiles, unhurriedly closing onto our spot.

Passing around us, they both take a peek between our bodies and pout in dissatisfaction. They might have been expecting to see me buried deep inside my spider companion but, to their dissatisfaction, I’m not actually having a sitting fuck in the middle of the corridor.

The two enchanting women nod at me politely and continue walking. Glancing to the back over my shoulder, I see them start chatting again after pausing a moment earlier.

And one more thing.

Wearing a short skirt, the chubby goddess of fluff uses her hand to lift the fabric a little and slide her white panties a bit to the side. That small tease reveals a slightly bigger leaking problem and Vii shoots me a wink over her shoulder, hiding her needy slit again.

It looks like someone is asking for assistance and I might have to pay her a visit whenever I get some time on my hands. I would be a very irresponsible master if I ignored the needs of my subordinates when they reached a somewhat critical state, such as going into heat.

After Filue and Vii disappear behind the corner, I refocus my attention back on the charming but deadly spidergirl in my arms. My fingers resume grazing the black surface of her additional legs.

“May I see you?” I ask and Hecate draws herself back, sitting straight, with her hands resting on my shoulders. “You are so gorgeous, you know?”

I let my eyes roam over the beautiful Arachne, covered by a simple dark grey t-shirt and the obvious panties I mentioned earlier. Unfortunately, my comment doesn’t spark any additional reaction from the silent predator.

“Before we wrap things up here, I wanted to know if you are mute, can’t speak for a different reason, or…?” I try my best not to sound too rude.

But, Hecate obviously doesn’t mind any of my words and shakes her head. Her dainty lips part and she starts moving her mouth as if trying to speak. Instead of words, only some quiet, occasional noises and gasps leave her throat before she stops completely.

“You have never spoken before, have you?” I kind of state the obvious and she nods faintly.

Well, this is actually good. Now I know that she might be able to communicate properly if we put some work into it. The other Arachnes must have told Hecate to keep her mouth shut because they couldn’t stand even the thought of hearing the voice of an outcast. Perhaps it was even the queen who ordered her to never talk back. Whatever it is, this is the sad result.

“Would you like to learn? You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable. We can understand each other clearly enough through the bond. But, if you are okay with it, I can ask someone to help you out, or even do it myself when I have a moment. Hm?” I suggest, moving my hand to brush her alabaster cheek.

Hecate makes what looks like a very eager nod when compared to her previous reactions. It doesn’t differentiate that much but I can just tell that it’s more of a Yes! instead of a Yes… That is a quite big jump which makes me smile joyfully at the spidergirl. I was worried that she would hate the idea.

“I’ll bring it up to my wives and we’ll see how it goes. We have to choose a language first. The bond allows us to understand each other but it’s not like you can speak with just random sounds and noises.”

Then, my brow rises a little and I chuckle to myself.

“Actually, that’s pretty much what speaking is, but I guess you still have to use some kind of language that conveys the meaning through those noises. Nevertheless, I bet we will settle for something like Common or Elvish, maybe Dwarven since its structure is pretty logical, as their technology and schematics.”

My eager companion responds with a similar, more lively nod. This makes me so inexplicably happy, kind of like that feeling in the past when Sirgia started slowly opening up to me. It feels a tad different, though, since we have to start from even lower, beginning with the basics of verbal communication.

“Alright. Thank you for accompanying me, Hecate, and listening to my rambling. You are free to go. If you would like to go for a trip around the city already, I’m not stopping you. Just know that there’s no rush anywhere. Don’t cause too much trouble out there.”

I slowly stand up while helping the smaller girl raise herself too and we remain in front of each other for a brief moment. Hecate then hesitates for a second and makes a timid step closer. I extend my arms to the sides and let her give me a warm, or perhaps cold in her case hug.

She soaks some of my warmth as I caress her back and splits from me. Giving me one more glance, the silent Arachne nods once more and begins walking away, still facing me. Her spider legs and arms make some movements in the air and she suddenly disappears into thin air the next time I blink.

“Damn. Those webs of hers are just so fucking cool.” I chuckle to myself.

Still able to sense Hecate through the connection, I follow her very fast movements through the mansion until she sneaks outside, using what feels like an open window on the upper level.

I can’t stop but imagine how she slings her threads around the taller buildings like Spiderman while traversing the streets. That would be a fun thing to watch. Maybe I should teach her that if she hasn’t already figured it out on her own. She could then give me a nice ride.

Spidergirl: A New Home. Starring Hecate Parker and Alastair Jane. 

Heh. Criminals better hide.

Shaking my head to get rid of the silly thoughts, I make my way down the hallway. Since today is a working night, I should go around and give a hand to the girls, which might actually be a little distracting with the current state of my attire, to be honest.

No matter what, I decide to check on everyone through the connection and start making rounds through all the women living with us in the grand mansion. It has been some time since I’ve spoken personally with a few, all thanks to the recent journey with Ghilerie.

First, I find Cinra, Roseni, and Leyne together, the other three of Elea’s ex-followers from her time as the Princess of Dark Elves. I’m glad to see that they are still as kind with those soft smiles present on their lips as they have always been.

We talk a little about their experiences and how life treats them, including the customers of course. Everything seems great and they speak a lot about how much they still enjoy living here with us, especially since the moment I allowed the residents to freely go out. It seems that pretty much everyone got used to it now and trips to the town are quite common.

That’s honestly great. They always wear our uniforms and Roseni tells me that they do their best to promote the establishment without being too nagging, only approaching people who look somewhat interested in striking up a conversation. As always, the girls just can’t focus only on themselves.

I also learn that there are a bunch of shops, restaurants, stores, bars, and other kinds of locums that our girls are wholly welcomed in, making it super easy and enjoyable for shopping trips. They are warming up the hearts of not just our customers but also some local townsfolk.

Well, I bet that population somewhat overlaps to a certain extent, hahaha.

After bidding farewell to the Dark Elf girls with a few gentle pecks on their cheeks, receiving a few mischievous rubs in return, which fortunately don’t lead to anything more, I continue on my path, running into Filue shortly after.

We exchange only a few sentences since she quotes her friends a lot. A few regard a certain male archer who has visited our establishment in the past, and not for the fun services. Obviously, she means Paul.

Whenever the Heroes visit, he usually asks if they could meet to practice some more together and exchange pointers. She really enjoys competing with him while also teaching him some tricks and fine techniques that only her kind is often aware of.

She chuckles softly and suggests that there might be something more to their meetings but she isn’t yet completely sure and she could be wrong. I let her know that if he would be fine with her current occupation, there’s nothing stopping them from getting together, and if she would like to quit after such a thing happens, I’m all for supporting her.

As expected, Filue quickly dismisses the thought of leaving the job and her friends but smiles softly at the idea of getting a man, saying that there is one she could already consider as such who’s usually always around if she was to pick someone. I smile back at her, knowing well who that is and chuckle after exchanging a few pecks with the elven bowmaster.

We part ways and I find Elise on my way to Astrea. The cute receptionist blushes heavily when faced with my naked front, unable to keep her eyes away from my proudly standing member. I can tell that she’s quite embarrassed so I don’t inconvenience her too much and only thank the young girl for her amazing work before moving away.

As for Astrea, I actually find her on the roof. Yeah. Right on the top. The silver-haired catgirl is lazing around on her belly right over the ceramic tiles, taking in the pleasant warmth of the sun.

Squeezing through a slanted window, I lie down by her side and start scratching her back, evoking quiet purrs from my Catkin mate.

She retells me the story of how she met Meru and the Naiad girls in more detail and also sums up what the Community has been up to during my journey. Since she was bored a few times with me not around, she visited them and actually did her job as the Alpha. Surprising.

Her stories reveal that she quickly became friends with the sharkgirl after lending her a hand. She really hoped that I would take her in as my mate too. I guess this cat doesn’t mind befriending the fish. I can see how they can resonate with each other quite nicely.

With some loving pats and ear scratches, I leave my badass Beastkin friend to her sunbathing time and jump back inside. Nebu is my next target, hanging around her treehouse in the back of the mansion. Helping myself out with my decently high stats, I climb to her nest without much of an issue.

The cheerful winged woman instantly drowns me in affectionate and overenthusiastic cuddles the moment I gain some stability in her second home. Unable to hold in my chuckling, I stroke and graze her brown feathers as we spin around. I swear they are getting more magnificent the more she mates.

And, naturally, that’s the hottest topic on the Harpy’s lips. Great to see her as excited as I remember. She proudly lists the lewd things she has learned from the other women and how she even came up with her own, which suits her nature and abilities. 

Supposedly, getting used as a fucktoy for the Harpy as she remains in the air with the lucky guy in her talons is selling like hotcakes. Well, each for their own, I guess. I can see the thrill in that, to some extent. And I know personally how feisty this little birdie can get when she locks her eyes on the appetising worm, swallowing it with her other pair of lips.

I just pray that we don’t end up with Nebu making circles over the garden while mauling some poor dude on the way. That could definitely catch the attention of our neighbours or even get us reported for indecency or whatever, as fun as it sounds.

We playfight a little in her charming nest, rolling around the neatly arranged vines, courtesy of the Satyr sisters. I love hearing Nebu laugh. She has been so timid and anxious at first. Right now, she’s an adorable bundle of feathery joy, excited to just live on.

Ending up with ragged breaths and completely entangled, we stare at each other for a moment before I join our lips in a few passionate kisses. Her fair cheeks flush a little as Nebu snuggles her face to my chest and I can feel the gratitude emanating from her. 

Harpies might not take a single mate but I feel like I’m quite high on her list of males she feels nice to be around, and that makes me warm inside. I caress the sweet birdie for a few minutes as we both calm down. To my surprise, she actually falls asleep in my arms, causing me to chuckle.

Gently laying Nebu down in her nest, I peck her forehead and jump down, striking the perfect superhero landing. Might have been more impressive if I wasn’t utterly nude but you can’t have everything, can you?

As I raise my head, I find Meiya and Neiya watering the hedges. They stare at me crouching down in an awkward position a little weirdly. The shorter Satyr sister can’t hold it in and adorably bursts out giggling, getting swatted by the taller one to stop.

I smile wryly while raising myself up and join them, letting Neiya know that she doesn’t have to admonish her sister for laughing at me for doing something silly. Since they are done with the hedge, we move to one of the new bowers that appeared in the garden and I notice that it’s made entirely of vines and flowers.

They explain that it’s their creation as we sit down side by side and I listen to them proudly and happily talking about how they tend to the plants and everything else on an everyday basis, introducing some of their ideas into the arrangements now and then.

Somewhere in the middle of that conversation, someone’s fingers brush over my thigh and I glance towards the source, which is the shorter Satyr sister. With a very faint trace of rosiness on her utterly adorable face, she watches my reaction attentively.

I smile at Meiya gently and she shows one in response, sliding her petite hand all the way to my member. They still keep talking in turns while she now lovingly but a little shyly caresses my shaft up and down, trying to be a little sneaky.

No surprise, after a few short minutes, Neiya notices what her sister is up to and actually joins her instead of trying to scold the shorter Satyr lady. We keep chatting like normal while they both play with my member, clearly aiming to gently make me feel nice.

To not disappoint them since they are putting their effort into it, when we finish talking, I finish too, staining the grassy floor of the bower with a few milky serpents. Moments after my seed lands on the green surface, it starts blooming beautiful flowers while the girls both giggle quietly, later explaining that these plants are a little special and must have liked how tasteful and nutritious my semen is.

They offer me a peck on the cheek at the same time, one from each side, and we stand up together. It’s so lovely to see them warming up to me, even though I’ve never expected them to. It looks like they really like it here.

We part ways with them suggesting that if I ever find a Dryad, I should try convincing one to come here and live with us as she would definitely make the garden even more lively than what they can achieve as Satyrs. I promise to be on the lookout in the wilds, bringing sweet smiles onto her charming lips.

My lewdsense locates our Beastkin residents inside the mansion, somewhere on the lower level. I pass by Sirgia’s workshop and Neira’s studio, noticing the signs of heavy work inside. Both of my lovely wives just can’t catch a breath when focusing on their beloved craft.

Vii, Zehra, Yudie, Feriha and Hari all wear tight sports-styled bras and shorts and are in the middle of what looks like gym training inside one of the underground arenas with some actual equipment to help with that. It’s mostly dumbbells, barbells, a few benches, and a bunch of simple weight equipment that Sirgia and others must have set up from my random scribbles we sometimes do with my little Dwarf.

I join them for a moment and take one of the benches, curious to see if my stats and Primordial body can press everything that the weights have to offer. It is a little awkward to push the handlebar with a stiffy, but for at least one woman in the room, it’s quite a show. I don’t think the increasingly wet stain on Hari’s bottoms comes from sweat.

Well, in the end, I’m exercising amongst a group of Beastkin ladies where at least one is clearly in heat and we all sweat at least a little so the atmosphere is clearly a bit filled with sexual tension, not just the tension of our muscles. But, no accidents happen and we just casually chat while doing our own activities.

I’m surprised that Hari doesn’t throw herself at me or start furiously masturbating but it seems that even she can show some restraint during what feels like their scheduled training session. I don’t learn much from my conversation with them. All is fine on their side and they enjoy mating with Humans, for various reasons. 

Before I continue my tour, I let Vii know that I would like to speak to her about something later and she shows a slightly shy smile as her tail begins to wag faster. Everyone else smirks at her, knowing well what’s this about, and I can tell how jealous Hari gets. I bet she is going to accidentally run into me somewhere soon.

There’s one more person in the dungeons of the mansion and I head towards a single presence in another arena. It’s Garrena. Our proud Orc warrior practices some kind of a hand-to-hand combat style by repeating the motions on empty air. As I arrive closer, she takes a deep breath and turns my way.

As I’m opening my mouth to speak, she crosses her arms in an X-shape in front of her chest. That’s a gesture I haven’t seen in quite some time. It reminds me of the good, early days. With a tiny smirk, I draw my fist back and launch a blow right into the intersection.

Garrena’s fierce eyes widen in shock as she flies a few metres to the back, hitting the stone wall with a grunt. She shakes her head and a wide smile paints her tusk-decorated lips.

“Master got strong… Very strong… Garrena excited, hahahaha!”

She lunges forward with a powerful kick and soars through the air towards me, drawing her right arm to the back. I quickly copy her earlier gesture and lower my posture, readying myself for the incoming Orc projectile.

With a loud roar, Garrena reaches me and lands a solid hit on my crossed arms. It still feels like trying to stop a fucking train and my feet scrape over the floor for about fifty centimetres before she loses the momentum.

Ending up at a standstill, we grin at each other and she withdraws her fist.

“Hahahaha! Master amazing! Not just Garrena who gets stronger! Fun! And proud! Proud of having strong master!”

“I wasn’t slacking, you know? But I’m glad to hear that you are enjoying the benefits of our bond. After so long, I can finally match you. Maybe even overpower you.”

“Good! Good! Even prouder!” She laughs again and then eyes me up from toes to shoulders. “Master already warmed up. If Master likes, Garrena has suggestion.”

“Sure. What is it?”

In an instant, she rips off her sportswear by grabbing her bra with one hand and shorts with the other, flinging the torn fabrics to the sides. Garrena’s hot and muscular body is now joined by her full breasts and closed slit, decorated by some dark brown threads slightly above. The alluring pink peeks out of her closed, green crevice.

I get the feeling that she’s gonna ask for a different kind of a battle but Garrena lowers her stance a little and takes a fighting position with her palms open.

“Before, Garrena worried. Now, Garrena doesn’t have to worry about crushing Master. Let’s wrestle! Like real Orcs!”

My eyes move to the X-shaped scar on her muscular abs, the one my swords created during one of our duels in the past when I was checking the limits of my new body. She wanted to leave it be and what a great decision it was. The thin lines made her even more badass than all the other scars all around her body.

I mirror her stance. “Fine. Just like back then, I want to see how I can fare against you,” I say, gesturing with my eyes at her stomach.

A wide smile curves Garrena’s lips. “Garrena always welcomes more scars from Master. But, Garrena stronger now too. Can Master make them?”

“Be careful what you ask for.” I chuckle and get myself ready.

We stare each other down for a good thirty seconds before I notice Garrena’s muscles tensing. Just as she leaps forward with a shout, I do exactly the same and we meet in the middle, slamming our palms together and sending a small shockwave from the impact.

Our foreheads bang together with quite some force as we keep grinning and pushing against each other. A warm trickle of liquid trails down my face and I can see one on Garrena’s skin too. We keep the contest of strength for a little bit but she quickly notices that I’m starting to actually win.

Just like the smart and experienced warrior she is, Garrena withdraws her strength and lets me take a step forward. Using that brief moment of change, she lets go of my hands and wraps her arms around my waist. Before I can react, I’m already being hoisted over her shoulder.

Fortunately, I manage to grab her back and we both slam into the ground instead of just me. Grunts escape our throats as we roll away from each other. Neither of us wastes any time and we immediately jump at each other again from a crouch, crashing in the middle, this time clutching the opponent’s sides.

“Garrena admits… Not as easy… as thought…”

“Told you… I’m no slouch…”

We remain in a stalemate for only a few long seconds and I begin pushing Garrena back. She does her best to reposition her legs while wriggling away from my hold to avoid getting toppled and pinned to the ground.

Unfortunately, she suddenly slips on what’s either our sweat or a certain different liquid which I have caught dripping down her thighs since almost the very beginning. I make use of the given opportunity at once and pull her into a chokehold with my thighs, swatting Garrena’s hands away.

With my balls pretty much on her forehead and my cock towering over her face, she turns a shade greener as it becomes a tad troublesome to breathe in her current situation. I smirk at her from above, still parrying her blows aimed at my stomach and sides. Garrena seems to follow sportsmanlike conduct and doesn’t go for the dick, which I can respect.

She stops struggling and closes her eyes. I wait for a bit longer in case she doesn’t actually lose consciousness yet while paying close attention to our connection. Even if she would be proud to die in such a way, I would rather not kill my friend for fun.

But, Garrena’s eyes snap wide open and she lets out a wild roar. In a flash, she grabs my sides with her firm hands and I don’t get to react quick enough before I taste blood in my mouth, meeting her heel face-to-foot.

I’m sent tumbling backwards for a few metres and stop myself by dragging my hands and feet over the stone floor. Spitting some blood to the side, I hastily glance forward, just in time to see the very happy Orc woman sprinting my way with no restraints.

Finally having enough time for anything decently longer, I push myself off the ground with all I have, breaking a few blocks of stone in the process. Managing it shortly before she reaches me, I slam my shoulder into Garrena’s stomach and throw us tumbling forward. She still retains enough composure to stab my back with her elbow and laugh maniacally.

This time, Garrena ends up on top after we stop and she repays the favour from earlier, locking me between her thighs but doing it from the front instead. Her scorching snatch kisses my neck as her legs wrap themselves around it and I can barely breathe while staring at the muscular woman with gorgeous tits towering over me.

I try to play fair too and don’t go for those impressive titties, instead kneeing her in her lower back, making Garrena wince but not let go. Reaching her neck from behind with my own thighs, I squeeze it hard and pull down, making us roll around again.

After we realise that we are just choking each other while tumbling, we split and jump back, leaning close to the ground. Bright blue tattoos suddenly cover Garrena’s body and I get flashbacks to that one sparring from the past. And surely, a giant, mean, floating torso of an Orc appears behind her, of a light blue colour too, of course. She slams her fists together while the projection rests its greataxe on its shoulder.

“Oh, hell nah. I ain’t taking this two-on-one.”

With a quick swipe of my hand and almost mastered movements of my fingers, I tap on a certain skill, select the target, and pick an ability. Immediately activating it, I feel a lot of mana leaving my body and condensing behind me.

Glancing over my shoulder, I watch how a torso of a muscular man with wide shoulders takes form, assuming a purplish shade. His features look somewhat familiar but he holds an utterly weird and illogical weapon. It’s close to a very thin and long crossbow with a small X-shaped string at the end and what resembles a scope mounted on the top. My Ancestral Spirit takes aim with perfectly trained movements.

“Oooooooh! Now, this is fun!” Garrena shouts and erupts into laughter while banging her fists together.

Her projection dismisses the axe and mirrors her actions. Mine follows suit and we jump at each other again. Just as we clash against each other, the two ghosts do the same above our heads, adding another layer to our contest.

I’m extra careful not to step on something but still lose just a bit of traction for a fraction of a second and end up on the floor. Fortunately, I somehow manage to lock one of Garrena’s arms between my thighs as she is trying to grab me and I hug it to my chest.

Under at least a little bit of pain, she struggles to hit me accurately while wriggling around. Our spirits are still at a standoff and can’t help us while I’m slowly but surely moving towards the finish line. And I’m in the pole position.

Then, suddenly, I feel something hot tickle my cock and glance down.

“What the f—”

Barely, but Garrena somehow managed to angle her head just enough to pull my tip into her mouth and start sucking on it fervently, swirling her tongue around my glans. I guess this is as far as we get with fair play.

She grins at me through her tusks. “War… No fair… Always use weakness…” she mumbles with my dick between her lips.

“If you say so.”

To still keep it decently fair, I don’t limit my build-up and roll us around. We end up more or less in a sixty-nine, with my cock still being assaulted by the Orc woman. I pry her legs open with ease and shove two digits into her leaking cunt, lapping my tongue over her shy nub at its top.

I’m immediately met with some grunts and gasps as Garrena tries to escape but to no avail. You chose this and I’m not going to let you back out. Whoever comes first, loses. She seems to have realised that.

She roars loudly and throws us around but ends up with her face under my balls while I hold her body upwards by her ankles, spreading her legs to the sides. As I sit over Garrena’s head, I suck on her pussy from above, drilling that pinkish hole with all I have. This continues for a moment until she finally manages to fling me off with her feet.

I end up on my back and Garrena quickly makes use of that, grabbing my ankles in turn. She impales herself on me with a loud but sexy grunt and begins slamming her pussy down onto my cock like an amazon, trying to make me lose. And I’m not that far, to be honest.

Waiting for a perfect opportunity, I draw my hips back shortly before hers slam into me and I push up as strong as I can, catching her by surprise. Garrena’s body is sent slightly into the air and I jump to my feet, lunging at her.

She spins around to avoid my grab but I catch her nevertheless and slam her face-first into the wall, thrusting into her pussy from behind while pressing her into the stone surface with my elbow. I only get to drive myself into her hot tunnel a bunch of times before she kicks us off the wall and we tumble again.

I’m the winner once more and pin Garrena’s head to the ground with my foot while her ass is up in the air, primed and ready for some rough pounding. I keep her face pressed to the floor and her wrists pulled to the back as I stab her weak point with my spear repeatedly.

Garrena gives me a defiant look from under my foot while releasing grunts and huffs of pleasure. She keeps thrashing around, most likely sensing her upcoming orgasm, but I don’t let go, calling forth all my strength from my stats. My spectre overpowers hers too, preventing it from helping her.

“Guhhhh… I… Lose… Nggggghhnnnnnnnn!”

Feeling her snug, muscular pussy choke my dick like crazy, I verify my victory even before she honestly admits it. As Garrena roars in bliss, with her whole body shaking, I unload a creamy flood inside her deepest depths, thrusting my cock balls deep between her pinkish lower lips.

After the final wave of milky delicacy fills her up, I slide myself out with a quiet plop and Garrena’s butt flops to the ground with a juicy slap. Chuckling and catching my breath, I lie down next to her and support myself on my elbows.

We just pant at each other for a good minute before we start laughing together. Sitting up, we bang our fists in respect.

“That was good wrestle sex, Master.” Garrena smiles at me.

“Same here. I didn’t expect our spar to turn into this, though.”

“Hahahaha! Wrestle sex common for Orcs! A tradition! Master now like true Orc! I lost. Not shameful. Proud defeat. Master now truly stronger than Garrena. But Garrena will be stronger. For Master. For Chief.”

I smile wryly at the sudden promotion. Looks like I’m ready to lead my own tribe.