Vantra looked down at her wife and smiled. Her member was pushed deep within her wife's throat, her lips barely stretched as Yanna had always seemed to be made to fit her alone. Merla had remade Yanna so that she could still breathe even while a shaft blocked her throat, which made it easier for her to thrust and not worry about her wife being smothered.
"That set of gills along your neck allows you to breathe while I fuck this throat of yours. You're so tight too. You clench on me as I thrust, even wrapping your tongue up around me as it goes down your throat." Vantra said, and heard gurgling from the gills. "I can even see your throat bulge nicely as I fuck you like this." She watched as Yanna began to shudder and roll her eyes. That triggered Vantra, and she blew her load deep enough that it spilled into her belly. Once empty, she slowly pulled her member out of her throat, and allowed Yanna to clear her throat and gain her senses.
"Ah, ever since she added my gills, even being throat fucked like this makes me blow." She said and rolled her eyes. Merla had put something in her throat that would only be activated by an orcish dick.
"Fuck me more, baby." She looked at up at her and whined. Vantra groaned.
"We don't have time, Yanna. We need to report to our Master." She said, and felt a tug on her consciousness. "She wants us over there now." Yanna slowly nodded.
"I know, but I still wanted a bit more attention." She sighed, then chirped. Vantra grinned as her breasts flattened.
"Don't rebel, Yanna. She treats you well, and you should be grateful." Vantra said, and felt a caress of her consciousness.
"I know. She's been good to us, and I submitted to her will." Yanna said, and looked up at her wife wistfully.
"It's not a betrayal, Yanna. It's a proper devotion. I also submitted, remember?" Vantra said, and helped her wife up off the floor.
"Come on. Time to see what our Master needs us to do."
* * *
Yanna and Vantra knelt in front of Laenda and waited for Merla to wake up. It wasn't long before Yanna felt another strike to her breasts, as she fidgeted from time to time.
"Not sit still?" Merla asked, and yawned as she slipped up and out of the pouch. "Grammie, Merla cold. Wrap up in...ahhh. Warm towel." Laenda had planned for this, and kept a towel against her warm skin for when Merla woke up. The pouch was as wet as her womb would be, but it was over her abdominal muscles, not underneath, and inside. Merla didn't want to compromise her internal structure.
"It closed up?" Yanna asked as she watched the line for the pouch close, and look sealed. Laenda smiled gently.
"It's made for Merla alone, so it will only open for her. When she's not inside, it closes back up. I'm not quite sure how she did it." Laenda said. Merla grinned, and held her hand up. A pool of manna circulated on her palm, and was swiftly sucked back in.
"Oh, I see. Your manna does it, Lae." Tazaa said. "She made it like my manna socket." Merla nodded. She looked at Vantra, and beckoned with her hand. Vantra moved in closer, but stayed on her knees.
"Vannie good orc. Yannie good orc. Cadre grown orcs, and need proper tusker mate. Know tuskers?" She asked. Yanna looked at her wife, and bit her bottom lip.
"Tuskers aren't as common as fangers, Merla." Yanna said. "Your parents, grandparents, and even my family are some of the few families that only have one wife. Most other orcish families have two or three wives, but the second and third are secondary wives, and the bond isn't as strong." Merla pursed her lips.
"Understand." She looked up. "Why?" She felt a whisper at her ear, and slowly nodded. "Understand. Balance. Tusker, fanger, both loved. Tusker lust strong. Peak orc tusker lust real strong. Yannie lust same Tusker lust at peak. Fanger lust normal at peak." Yanna looked surprised.
"I have the same strong lust as a peak Tusker?" She asked. Merla nodded.
"In-her-ee-tense. From parents. Merla use lust, help grammies." She pursed her lips. "Change so lust match partner. Not overwhelm Yannie." Yanna smiled.
"It was better last night with Vannie." She said.
"Merla know. Yannie make waves in thoughts." Merla grinned. "Strong faith. Now, Xil assigned Vannie second wife. Understand?" Yanna lowered her eyes. "Yannie not abandoned. Different role." Merla reached out, so Yanna moved forward.
Merla put her fingers on Yanna's forehead, and soon the orc began to tremble, and tears rolled down her cheeks. Vantra looked at her, curious and worried, but also trusted the one whom Duality protected. Merla lifted her hand, and Yanna put that hand to her lips.
"Thank you." Yanna said again and again. Merla smiled, and her eyes glowed.
"Yanna good orc. Yanna family. Belong to Merla. Vannie belong to Merla." Merla yawned. "Grammie, take Merla to momma. Hungry." Laenda stood up, and smiled.
"Alright, Merla. Right away." After Laenda left, Vantra looked at her wife.
"What was that about?" She asked quietly. Yanna looked at her wife, and smiled, even if it seemed a bit sad.
"We belong to Merla. Both of us." She whispered. Vantra nodded, but Yanna held her hand. "Not just servants, my beloved wife. As part of her family." Yanna sighed as her wife looked a bit clueless.
"Meena is the first, and main wife. We, as a couple, are second." Vantra felt the wind get knocked out of her.
"Her wives?" She asked.
"She's still young, so you have to fulfill her obligation to me, Vannie." Yanna whispered. "But in the future, she'll dominate the both of us." Vantra felt a hand caress her neck, then grip it firmly. Yanna's eyes glowed.
"You belong to our Merla. Obey." Vantra felt a bit of fear as her wife's eyes glowed, as it was not Yanna's voice that spoke.
Duality had spoken.
* * *
"Ah, such a delightfully perverted child!" Fayeth said, while her sister nodded. They watched as Merla marked Yanna's consciousness with something akin to a brand. It would always tell Merla where she was, what she was doing, and who she was doing it with. If she failed to obtain permission, she would feel pain from the brand.
If someone else forced her to disobey, or to couple without her permission, her cadre would immediately be sent to her side.
"Yeah, she has big dreams, and bigger desires." Faylen purred a little. "That world we sent her to was quite perverted, and chaotic. She has a lot of ideas that fit right in with the orcish nature, and their lust for life."
"Only when she grows strong enough to enhance them to the peak, and after they've left their legacies...." Fayeth said with a grin.
"Yeah, after. So many to have fun with. Ah, I can't wait to expand our family!"
Vantra looked down at her wife and smiled. Her member was pushed deep within her wife's throat, her lips barely stretched as Yanna had always seemed to be made to fit her alone. Merla had remade Yanna so that she could still breathe even while a shaft blocked her throat, which made it easier for her to thrust and not worry about her wife being smothered.
"That set of gills along your neck allows you to breathe while I fuck this throat of yours. You're so tight too. You clench on me as I thrust, even wrapping your tongue up around me as it goes down your throat." Vantra said, and heard gurgling from the gills. "I can even see your throat bulge nicely as I fuck you like this." She watched as Yanna began to shudder and roll her eyes. That triggered Vantra, and she blew her load deep enough that it spilled into her belly. Once empty, she slowly pulled her member out of her throat, and allowed Yanna to clear her throat and gain her senses.
"Ah, ever since she added my gills, even being throat fucked like this makes me blow." She said and rolled her eyes. Merla had put something in her throat that would only be activated by an orcish dick.
"Fuck me more, baby." She looked at up at her and whined. Vantra groaned.
"We don't have time, Yanna. We need to report to our Master." She said, and felt a tug on her consciousness. "She wants us over there now." Yanna slowly nodded.
"I know, but I still wanted a bit more attention." She sighed, then chirped. Vantra grinned as her breasts flattened.
"Don't rebel, Yanna. She treats you well, and you should be grateful." Vantra said, and felt a caress of her consciousness.
"I know. She's been good to us, and I submitted to her will." Yanna said, and looked up at her wife wistfully.
"It's not a betrayal, Yanna. It's a proper devotion. I also submitted, remember?" Vantra said, and helped her wife up off the floor.
"Come on. Time to see what our Master needs us to do."
* * *
Yanna and Vantra knelt in front of Laenda and waited for Merla to wake up. It wasn't long before Yanna felt another strike to her breasts, as she fidgeted from time to time.
"Not sit still?" Merla asked, and yawned as she slipped up and out of the pouch. "Grammie, Merla cold. Wrap up in...ahhh. Warm towel." Laenda had planned for this, and kept a towel against her warm skin for when Merla woke up. The pouch was as wet as her womb would be, but it was over her abdominal muscles, not underneath, and inside. Merla didn't want to compromise her internal structure.
"It closed up?" Yanna asked as she watched the line for the pouch close, and look sealed. Laenda smiled gently.
"It's made for Merla alone, so it will only open for her. When she's not inside, it closes back up. I'm not quite sure how she did it." Laenda said. Merla grinned, and held her hand up. A pool of manna circulated on her palm, and was swiftly sucked back in.
"Oh, I see. Your manna does it, Lae." Tazaa said. "She made it like my manna socket." Merla nodded. She looked at Vantra, and beckoned with her hand. Vantra moved in closer, but stayed on her knees.
"Vannie good orc. Yannie good orc. Cadre grown orcs, and need proper tusker mate. Know tuskers?" She asked. Yanna looked at her wife, and bit her bottom lip.
"Tuskers aren't as common as fangers, Merla." Yanna said. "Your parents, grandparents, and even my family are some of the few families that only have one wife. Most other orcish families have two or three wives, but the second and third are secondary wives, and the bond isn't as strong." Merla pursed her lips.
"Understand." She looked up. "Why?" She felt a whisper at her ear, and slowly nodded. "Understand. Balance. Tusker, fanger, both loved. Tusker lust strong. Peak orc tusker lust real strong. Yannie lust same Tusker lust at peak. Fanger lust normal at peak." Yanna looked surprised.
"I have the same strong lust as a peak Tusker?" She asked. Merla nodded.
"In-her-ee-tense. From parents. Merla use lust, help grammies." She pursed her lips. "Change so lust match partner. Not overwhelm Yannie." Yanna smiled.
"It was better last night with Vannie." She said.
"Merla know. Yannie make waves in thoughts." Merla grinned. "Strong faith. Now, Xil assigned Vannie second wife. Understand?" Yanna lowered her eyes. "Yannie not abandoned. Different role." Merla reached out, so Yanna moved forward.
Merla put her fingers on Yanna's forehead, and soon the orc began to tremble, and tears rolled down her cheeks. Vantra looked at her, curious and worried, but also trusted the one whom Duality protected. Merla lifted her hand, and Yanna put that hand to her lips.
"Thank you." Yanna said again and again. Merla smiled, and her eyes glowed.
"Yanna good orc. Yanna family. Belong to Merla. Vannie belong to Merla." Merla yawned. "Grammie, take Merla to momma. Hungry." Laenda stood up, and smiled.
"Alright, Merla. Right away." After Laenda left, Vantra looked at her wife.
"What was that about?" She asked quietly. Yanna looked at her wife, and smiled, even if it seemed a bit sad.
"We belong to Merla. Both of us." She whispered. Vantra nodded, but Yanna held her hand. "Not just servants, my beloved wife. As part of her family." Yanna sighed as her wife looked a bit clueless.
"Meena is the first, and main wife. We, as a couple, are second." Vantra felt the wind get knocked out of her.
"Her wives?" She asked.
"She's still young, so you have to fulfill her obligation to me, Vannie." Yanna whispered. "But in the future, she'll dominate the both of us." Vantra felt a hand caress her neck, then grip it firmly. Yanna's eyes glowed.
"You belong to our Merla. Obey." Vantra felt a bit of fear as her wife's eyes glowed, as it was not Yanna's voice that spoke.
Duality had spoken.
* * *
"Ah, such a delightfully perverted child!" Fayeth said, while her sister nodded. They watched as Merla marked Yanna's consciousness with something akin to a brand. It would always tell Merla where she was, what she was doing, and who she was doing it with. If she failed to obtain permission, she would feel pain from the brand.
If someone else forced her to disobey, or to couple without her permission, her cadre would immediately be sent to her side.
"Yeah, she has big dreams, and bigger desires." Faylen purred a little. "That world we sent her to was quite perverted, and chaotic. She has a lot of ideas that fit right in with the orcish nature, and their lust for life."
"Only when she grows strong enough to enhance them to the peak, and after they've left their legacies...." Fayeth said with a grin.
"Yeah, after. So many to have fun with. Ah, I can't wait to expand our family!"
