Distinguished Elven General (End)

Apparently, Orc marriages are a simple 'You are my wife' and that is it; there was no ceremony or fanfare, just Dura announcing that I was her woman to her parents, with the Overlord just waving her away as she got back to indulging in her own women.

After that first night of mating with Dura, I realized that the thing I needed most in life was her giant, juic-

I needed stamina badly, and on top of that I needed to get stronger, so that I could force her to look at me.

Sadly though, I had to accept that I was never going to be 100% of her attention at all times, but I was alright taking 90% of it; my Elven pride may have been shattered a bit, but I still wanted to be her ONLY lover, even if I understood that that was unrealistic.

Since the war was over and the Elven lands occupied, we were given a slight break to rest and recuperate, and most of that time was spent entwined in passionate embraces, making up for the nights spent celibate during our days on the battlefield.

To Dura, it didn't matter where we were or what time it was, I was always meant to be available for her; otherwise, she was going to be seeking out one of the many slaves she owned to satiate her lust, as well as Bula.

The Orc woman sent to Dura as a potential wife was a little angry that she had been replaced, only for her to worm her way into the position of Concubine through politics and Dura's own desire.

Something about the duality of a lithe, lethal Elf and a buxom whore of an Orc to fuck whenever she wanted.

Having Bula both stung and relieved me, as I now was more capable of dealing with Dura's needs since Bula and I could trade off spots, and I eventually grew to accept the woman as a friend, bonding over our love for the War Chief.

Days turned to weeks, then to months as we lived a peaceful life inside the Horde's borders, our days filled with sex as Dura tried to breed Bula and I constantly, with the rest of our time being spent training with the troops, to keep everyone ready for the next stage of the Overlords plans.

Currently I was laying atop the busty Orc, my lips locked to hers as we shared a heated kiss, her soft body wonderful to rest on as I was pounded hard from behind, Dura's massive cock demolishing my womb once more.

She had already shot her seed into us both multiple times tonight, but she was far from sated, her soft growls informing us both of the energy she had left as she pummeled her hips into my rear, her large hands wrapped around my waist and pulling me back onto her.

Bula moaned softly as she felt Dura scrape against her through me, the giant Orc bulging out my stomach with each thrust - something I had gotten used to over time with my wife.

Butterflies - and cock - fluttered around in my stomach as that simple word popped into my mind, and I moaned loudly as Dura grunted behind me, her plump testicles clenching against my ass as she began to cum inside my womb, flooding me with semen.

Dura wrenched me away from Bula roughly, tilting my head and slamming her lips against mine as she kissed me, deepening the pleasure she felt from her ejaculation.

Each thick rope of her seed was shot inside me, not a single drop wasted as she made sure to finish entirely inside my pussy before pulling out.

Dura took a deep breath as she pulled away from me, her eyes heated as she growled "Be a good little Elf and clean me off so I can fuck you again."

Pushing me off of Bula, she presented her large cock and glared down at me, before nodding as I began to lap off the excess cum off of her shaft.

The other Orc moved to help me, taking the top of Dura's cock while I lapped at the bottom, the two of us passionately kissing our lovers cock before it was rudely pulled away from us.

Bula lounged beside me, watching with an amused - and anticipatory - expression as Dura climbed on top of me, her muscular body pinning me down easily as she returned to my womb, stirring her previous load around.

That night, Dura showed favoritism as she came inside me four times for every time she came inside Bula, though the other Orc only seemed to find those moments more orgasmic as Dura treated her like a second rate hole.

Not long after - around a month or two - Bula announced that she was pregnant, surprising us all one morning as she told us at breakfast.

Everyone became ecstatic, especially Dura as she learned she was going to have a baby soon, and celebrations began to mount throughout the Horde.

It was at that same time that we started our war against the Humans, sending Dura and I away from home once more as we set out to conquer more land.

My heart was mixed on what to feel, and during the downtime of the war Dura and I mated like beasts, trying our hardest to relieve ourselves before going into battle.

We spent long nights embracing inside our tent, the Orc constantly atop me as if it was natural, swinging her hips and fucking me as hard as she could, never once stopping to rest.

Splattering my insides with cum, she used me to wring out her balls whenever she could, before we charged into battle against the humans.

That war took us another year to complete, and by the time we returned home, Bula had given birth.

Seeing my 'niece' in Dura's arms was a surreal moment, and I congratulated Bula despite being jealous of her, though I rid myself of that jealousy as I saw the little bundle of green flesh named Rena.

With our war once more finished, we remained inside the stronghold of the Horde, and another few months passed.

I was out with the troops when I felt my stomach roll slightly, causing me to excuse myself as I went and retched for a moment, emptying my breakfast into a bucket.

Chalking it up to a bad chicken breast or some other spoilt food, I returned to my training.

After that, I realized I was getting a little more tired earlier and earlier in the day, but those always followed 'rough' nights with Dura, my wife demanding more out of me as Bula took care of their daughter.

Nights in which I found myself squirting more often than not, which amused Dura as she toyed with me more after finding that out...

Eventually, I began to get nauseous far too frequently to blame a bad meal or not enough actual rest, and I brought this phenomenon up at breakfast, causing everyone to fall silent.

I looked around, confused, at each of the women sitting at the large table, before Dura's Mother gave me a small smile, getting up and walking over to me.

"Gwyneth, dear... tell me, have you been craving some kind of food more often than normal? Or when you wake up, does the room spin for a bit? Do you need to go to the bathroom frequently, especially at night? Does your chest feel a bit tender and sore?"

Her barrage of questions made me frown slightly, but I nodded, still not seeing where this was going.

"Really, for a woman so smart and sharp as a Commander..."

Shaking her head, she gave me a wry smile as she gently pat my shoulder, and I noted that everyone else was grinning.

"Gwyneth, my dear... You're pregnant. That's why you're feeling off."

Dura got up, her grin splitting her face as she beamed at her Mother and I, while Bula gave me a gentle smile, waving Rena's hand at me.

My mind blanked as I heard those words, before I was lifted into Dura's arms as she hoisted me from my chair, laughing loudly as she spun me around.

I was limp as I stared at her in shock, while the others all joined her, laughing as they congratulated me for a 'job well done'.

With that, my life was thrown into chaos, but a chaos that I relished as I settled into the pregnant life of an Elf; 2 and a half years carrying a child that would take 8 years to wean off of milk...

Nearly 11 years of my life would be spent away from combat, but they were 11 years that I was more than willing to give.

I might not be able to lead my troops from the front lines, but I could still command them from a distance, and I had reunited with Dranka - who had scored herself a Dogkin wife - and she took my place on the frontlines, having been honed by the Gladiator lifestyle and further tempered by Dura herself.

Those 2 and a half years were spent in complete peaceful bliss, and I watched as Rena sprouted into a fine young girl, already looking like her Mom Dura but speaking as sweetly as her Mother Bula.

When it was my time to give birth, Bula was beside me, helping me through everything as I felt a pain I had never felt before.

A pain that lasted for hours on end, before it was all washed away as I looked down at the pale green skin of my baby girl, her chubby little hands so warm as she curled her fingers around my hand.

Compared to Dura, our daughter was tiny and fragile looking, but my wife had become a gentle giant from learning how to handle Rena, so seeing her hold our child as she stood beside me with a wide grin was a beautiful sight.

When she was back in my arms, I smiled softly as I whispered "Welcome to the world, Zara... my baby girl."

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Probably lacks a bit of the 'smut' compared to everything else I have written, but damn that was a lot of fun to write; really liked the 'story' more than the lemons on this one.

Don't worry though, everything I have prepared for the future of this diary are more lemony, and I already have a 11k entry waiting to be posted; probably by the end of this week or so.

That means I'll be doing once a week, maybe every ten days or so?

If you have a suggestion, or want to see something done in a different way (some kind of doujin or other novels idea put into a short story) just let me know, and I'll consider it!

(Any doujins should be the 6 number code from that website that has a bat wing N as its symbol.)

Anyways, D.E.G done, on to the next thing!

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