Ayi

It was getting close to sundown and I briefly assessed the situation before being lead by the others through a nearby forest, reaching a clearing where our camp for the night stood ready.

It wasn't much more than several wooden frames covered with skin protecting against the elements; it was better than sleeping outside.

We had avoided contact with our pursuers, knowing this we would more than likely be safe, the humans who had been in the hottest pursuit called the last hunts off before nightfall.

Their stench removed made the females less reluctant to fall asleep, and shortly after dinner they'd all made ready to call it for the day.

Humans had discovered the great fire pit, in where the sacrifice had taken place, with the energy gone absorbed by me they'd surely be wary to attack; or perhaps they think I'll be weak?

For the moment they weren't keen on finding what it had been spent on.

Possibly worryingly wondering as to what had made it through the portal.

I wonder if I'm the only goddess or deity in this world, able to be as I am now and not a disembodied voice, walk and be as my people, mortal and yet all-powerful.

Not that I feared another would dare challenge me, but it wasn't anything more than a curious thought that came to mind.

Silence set in and I thought it safe to rest.

As I was about to fall asleep I noticed the pelt hanging down the doorway moving, it being too heavy for mere wind to move.

Curious I peered over my shoulder to have a look, smiling on seeing that it was the shaman who had come to visit. "Qira," She said in a whisper. "May I disturb you."

I nodded sitting up with my arms over both knees as I waved for her to move closer.

She in that moment disrobed revealing a plush body, she was unlike the other orcs who all cared about abs and muscles, this one was somewhat soft all over.

A plump, tattooed girl with an absorbent ass.

"As a our saviour? Aren't you keen on breeding all of your women? We," She hesitated looking down. "We are prepared to carry out our duties."

I reached my hand over feeling up her full ass, gently squeezing while pulling her closer.

"Elba, that'll only slow our movements, I've planned to wait until I can secure those births aren't interrupted. So much could happen, best spend our limited energy finding safety."

She seemed to understand my thinking but blushed at my firm hand still at her rear.

"Oh... You are right, I was simply fearing you weren't happy with us. If perhaps we displeased you? Not good enough, not your taste..." I ran my free hand across her smooth stomach, tufts of hair lead me to her crotch, "hairy, you're more than to my liking, bestial- Magical, ahh-"

A twitching ensued between my legs, "I'm not as rash, nor as dumb and self cantered as the previous rulers- We really need to think if we're to win, and this struggle is probably going to take years-" I murmured words to myself.

Glancing up I let out a confident chuckle, spreading my legs apart.

Lifting the rough blanket up invitingly, my newly acquired loin cloth gave away my semi erect cock, it's outline was clearly noted as her eyes widened on inspecting my lower half.

"I could break you in at this moment if I so wanted, but I won't mate with you. Not yet at least-" I spoke honestly and let my hand loosen it's grip. "You're however free to warm up yours truly."

She eagerly took a step forward, "warm you up~ How may I do that." She cheekily whispered.

"You're burning with heat, I can smell your foul tainted scent oozing from your orifices." I grinned speaking fondly. "I love it... But as such you're boiling, so do be a good little shaman and come lay down next to your matron, and be my fireplace throughout the night"

Without question she fell into my embrace, I reclined as she laid atop my chest, our breasts touching I rolled to my side, her scent filled my nostrils going straight to my mind.

Her heat was otherworldly and kept me in an oddly good mood, just having a lady like her near was enough to satisfied any orc whilst forced to sleep on rough ground.

"Qira, this world." She let out a grunt, "To me, it's a haze, all a giant fucking haze... D- DO YOU," she clenched her fists, "I don't know what we'd do without you."

Glaring at me with tears welling in her eyes, "it's too damn cruel."

I couldn't comfort her more than a depleted nudge, "I'm sorry for putting all my woes on you like this, the clans gathered as if to answer a call- I didn't hear it, the song of death I did however.

"You've got it worse than me and here I am, crying."

The weight of the clans rested on my shoulders.

It hadn't hit me until this moment.

The pitiful smile, "what good does that do, me being sad?"

"Are you suffering," her meagre hand, (comparative to my size) left for my side, brushing along my heated skin, "is there a light at the end of this, bright enough to shadow our tormenting past..."

"I don't know- I do not know what's to come, but my past is such a blur that it hurts just trying to dig through that mess," sniffling, "it hurts too damn much."

I wanted to there and then shout, "we're nothing alike."

To me, this to me was unavoidable.

I chose this path to further my own desires, my gain and leave a mark on this world.

Revenge is thoroughly my plan, the urge to avenge those that gave me the freedom to breathe, to escape that dark prison.

To prove something, her struggle is due to my own greed.

Though we're on similar standing now, both in a terrible nightmare.

THERE CERTAINLY WILL BE A LIGHT, one that'll be bright enough to encompass all the lingering darkness, yours, this worlds- Even mine.

A teary gaze, the last thing she showed before closing her eyes.

Elba yawned licking her tusks.

"Sleep well, Goddess..." Her words gradually softer and she closed her eyes, ready to sleep.

I squeezed her against my firm self and exhaled a deep breath over her back.

I didn't get to answer as I quickly fell asleep with her in my arms.

If nothing else, the light that'll devour the dark, shall be me.

Trust me, Elba.

I will be the blaze to burn the wrong, I promise.

* * *

Morning came and I wasn't the first to have woken up, hearing minor sounds surrounding the camp I took my time to gather my thoughts.

Those who had already left their tents were quick to start the fire again.

Now with the sun slowly rising I wanted to get a move on as quickly as possible, eager to see if there was something being grilled over the flames.

As such I moved outside only to realize that it wasn't my fellow orcs that had been setting a fire, on one of the rocks by the fire sat a provoking human, with her head tilted and gaze fixated on me she let a wide grin show.

"Well, look at you, big guuurl~ You're finally, AWAKE!!" Exclaiming she steadied her stance.

I ignored her words and reached for my axe but was stopped when she shouted.

"MOE AN INCH AND I WILL HAVE ANOTHER OF YOUR FRIENDS KILLED!"

Those words served to do nothing more than anger me.

"Another one? You think that would make me less interested in cutting you down."

She sighed waving her hand to a man that I hadn't spotted til now.

"Cut one of their heads off." Her words weren't even met with a hint of regret, she truly loathed orcs and that pissed me off.

Towards a tree were ten orcs, Elba was safe inside my tent.

But that still meant four of my kin were missing.

The knights orders were headed by a man standing by the captives, he was clad in knightly garb with similar colors to their leader; that being purple and white, a lovely flower donned the center.

He put his sword high up, slashing with might to the bound orc.

This was his undoing as I'd hastily leaned down, plucked one of many spikes meant to keep the tents in place, thrown it with great accuracy and pierced the armor.

This killed the man and he fell limp, all with a single blow.

In doing so the woman clearly in charge waved her finger around, quick to call soldiers who had been hiding, now hurriedly showed themselves, unlike the woman these soldiers weren't wearing any armor and were much lighter equipped.

Wielding light weapons and simple leather as their only form of protection.

I gripped my axe and swung it with ferocity planting the edge into the ground as the earth shook, the shock wave halting their charge right away and they worryingly looked at me.

"Who are you to go against my kin." Asking the lady still perched on the rock.

"Ha, your kin. Such words..." The woman simpered. "Here I am with the last orcs known to exist, but I hear words spoken by your kin, disgusting wastes of life..." She trailed her finger across her blade.

"They were talking about their "goddess," how she will save them? As if that'd be possible, and I just had to prove them wrong, so I had them killed."

My sense of guilt for their deaths was immense.

"One by one they said this, "deity..." She would save them, even through death they simply knew you'd avenge them." The woman had drawn her sword and directed it towards me.

"Such insolent beasts, thinking that they were safe because some tall, dull orc was around."

She let out a devilish laugh. "We've killed tens of thousands of your kind, just this month you've gone from the size of a horde to a mere party- You think, do you really think one more would be a problem for us, Humans."

I shook my head interrupting her speech. "So you've killed them-" I spoke in shaky voice.

I couldn't keep them safe-

If I had known more I could've kept them safe, I should have stood guard or done something to keep them alive, but I've failed.

That inferno of confidence came to me again, a flame that won't be swept away.

I've never felt such anger before, so much hatred against another being.

I took a step forward and once more held up my axe, gripping the handle with enough force to dent it.

"I did, I so did! I killed them," her arrogant laugh rang in my head, "they were fanatic to the end, pity... They're useless on the slave-markets- So, they had to die?"

Skipping of the rock she winked at me, "I guess now it's your turn too die as well."

Out of nowhere she seemed charged, building up her sudden charge; even heavy armor she could move so gracefully.

Out of nowhere she went to strike with her thrusting sword, made only for the purpose of puncturing, it being to pierce thick skin of orcs, puncturing vital organs.

But I saw through all her actions making my own move to counter her.

As she came in to pierce my abdomen I very sluggishly put my knee out and without having a way of slowing down she ran straight into me, but that wasn't enough to subdue her and I took a simple but fast side step, powering up I struck her in an awful manner which sent her to the ground.

Knocked unconscious within seconds, unable to breath she lay their trembling, squirming at my feet. If I didn't have other plans I would've squished her like the insect she is.

That prevalent anger I carried would've been enough of a reason for me to end her suffering right there and then but I thought better of it, my lust to kill was controllable; unlike her's.

I carried my axe and did away with the rest of the humans, non escaped me and I made a mess out of the campsite. The smell was horrid but my nose kind if enjoyed it, my first battle of sorts.

Elba whom awoke to the sounds began helping to cut loose the others.

She tended to their light wounds whilst I went around looking for anything of interest while I at the same time piled the dead bodies.

With the humans put in one place I realized that my nose had keenly taken note of a new scent.

Right behind a bush standing like a wall were a slight deviation, a slope and at it's bottom were four bodies which were nothing but seared corpses, burn wounds and cuts were all visible.

Fingers on some had been cut-off like ears, they'd been tormented since they were fanatic to the last one, if only I would've heard them... I didn't know since I'd slept so soundly.

I skidded down the slope and squatted down next to the body of one, turning on one of the torsos over I noticed a deeper and older burn mark, this orc had been previously marked as a slave.

Meaning she'd been in human cities under a slaver, that is before the max executions, this made me think about so much, too much in fact as I took out my frustration on the nearby fauna.

I was mad but this gave me a plan, if humans are content with using terror as a way of annihilating us orcs, then so shall we, so shall we..."

I took my axe and slammed it down deep into the ground, a large carving was made and dirt gushed up, creating a deep enough pit for me to bury the bodies.

I braved the smells and carried one after the other into the hole; respecting the dead by all means.

With having done a kind gesture to the departed I moved back to the camp where the other orcs were busy standing above the woman that I had spared.

"Hand me a sword, I'll cut her head off." A hellbent woman cried while another not so jokingly said. "A sword, why when we can just tear her apart."

The orcs nodded and agreed. "We should each grab a limb and do it that way instead."

I glanced over and set my axe down, the sound notifying the rest.

"There's horses and carts back from where we walked yesterday. Go take anything useful, weapons food... Anything we need, I'll deal with her."

They listened to my words and left me alone with the human who were holding back tears.

I moved over and peered down, a knee kick was all I needed to make her shut up.

"Human." I uttered. "You see. I am that goddess, the one who was praised... And, you had them killed for insolence- So based on that, what should I do with you? I kind of wouldn't mind seeing my girls rip you into pieces, but what's good about that? What would I gain other than a bit of revenge."

She shook her head and cried. "J- Just, just kill me!!" Her whole body shuddered still fighting back the tears.

"I wouldn't want you too die, no. Not when you're still useful."

I grinned and pried her engraved armoured pants off, a set of undergarments were covering her bits, they were too ripped cleanly off as I picked her over my shoulder.

I moved her in front of the fire with my buttocks firmly placed on a wooden log, her legs were shoot upwards, straight up as her back was pushed against my front.

Her pussy was on full display. "You see, Human." Trailing my fingers across her midriff.

"Orcs can breed with any species, like goblins and ogres. You'll be useful, you're lighter and not a liability when fighting. My kin who are luckily for you still alive won't be able to fend away soldiers if they're all pregnant and bloated, but you..." My hand pressed against her stomach, greedily pressing against her belly button.

"We can carry around and throw you away whenever it pleases us. And since you've killed four of my women, I'll have you make up for their lost work and be my breeder for life."

I pushed the pubic mound forwards by arching her back, spitting a lump of disgusting saliva right over her slit, the gob running down along her outer labia.

"That's the only lube a miserable human like you gets to enjoy, I need to reach deep into you so you'll have to make do with my generous slobber, no matter how much it'll hurt, I'll simply have to tame your pussy to be to my design."

She still was shaken and her words wouldn't leave as only light mumbling's escaped, unintelligible and sweet to my ears. "p- P-pl- Ph- Please, do- Don't..."

She thinks I'd forgive her?

A slaver, a horrible shitty little fucker like her dares to beg for forgiveness?

I'll have to do as she did us, and make her into nothing more than livestock.