Chapter 2: Solving Problems
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Scarface died last night. f**k, god damn it! I tried to tell them to stop! I did… But they just couldn’t understand me! s**t!
Phew~, I’m just so pissed off right now. Not sad or depressed, just infuriated. I’m angry at myself for not realizing what was happening sooner, but there’s nothing I can do now. The others are in rough shape too.
I know it’s the Matriarch’s fault. She used her magical bullshit powers to speed up the pregnancies. Hell, maybe she even drained the life outta us so that she would be able to stay healthy too?
The worst part is that I don’t have anyone to take it out on. I can yell at her, even punch her in the face, but it wouldn’t solve anything. Now I have another daughter to take care of. A premature hybrid baby with heterochromia and no mother to breastfeed from. Yeah, I know that there are still pregnant women left, but I can’t tell them what to do. I guess I’ll just hold them down and force them to let Talia drink their milk.
Why wouldn’t they take care of Talia like their own? How the f**k would I know?! I can’t f*****g talk to them! It’s like dealing with a pack of dogs or cats. You can try to talk or teach them s**t, but in the end, they have no idea what you’re saying. They also don’t share your beliefs or morality.
I think it’s because of the way she looks. The left iris is silver, while the right is golden. Her skin is dark green, while her hair is black. Orcs tend to have wide and flat noses, but Talia’s is much closer to mine. Although she’s just an infant, and really small, I can’t help seeing a lot of features that she inherited from me.
Fuck, I’ve never been so scared of anything before now. It’s only going to get worse. If the other two die, who the hell is gonna take care of all these kids?! Rune is almost an adult now and she’s been making advances on me lately. I’m afraid that the Matriarch convinced her to sacrifice herself next…
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I finally snapped. I reached my breaking point. When they came and started screaming, it woke Talia up. She started crying and wailing. I tucked her into the leather and fur basket I made just for her, then left her alone in my tent. No, I guess she wasn’t really alone. I gave her my balls to play with. Something to keep her occupied while I dealt with the Grey problem. Oh, and the Matriarch was there too, but she was too busy trying to calm down her own babies to worry about Talia.
After putting on my armor and taking a few basic weapons with me, I purposefully fell into their little trap. There were only five men yelling that night, so it was easy to kill off a few, before following the rest back to their camp. I honestly didn’t expect there to be so many of those bastards though.
Every Grey guy was at least eight feet tall, while the girls were pretty damn close as well. There were less differences in muscle-mass and overall size between their sexes, than with the Greens. Their tusks were also much longer. It reminded me of an elephant, rather than a boar.
Still, in the end, it didn’t matter. They probably thought that the biggest and strongest Orc was the best. So they used that as their ideal matting composition. Unfortunately, what they ended up with was a bunch of giants with really brittle bones. Their muscles looked heavy and powerful, but they were mostly just for show.
They had no battlefield tactics and probably no experience fighting with someone as small as me. The most important factor in any battle is morale. I slaughtered at least twenty men and five beefy women, before literally ripping their chieftain’s head off with my bare hands. Okay, I was wearing metal gauntlets, but you get the point. It was a dramatic and f****d up way to get my message across.
“Don’t f**k with me! Don’t f**k with my tribe! Don’t f**k with my family! I will murder anyone who even thinks of trying to hurt us!”
It worked… A little too well. They didn’t run away or flee in terror. No, they surrendered. A chubby grey-skinned orc, with huge black tusks, came out of the biggest tent and ‘commanded’ everyone to kneel down to me. Then she came up to me, got down onto her knees and started rubbing her bald head against my metal groin armor. Before going even lower than that and licking the blood of her own tribesman off my f*****g boots!
A few of the other women tried to do the same, but I yelled “Okay, stop! Cut that s**t out! This is way kinkier than I’m used to!” Before pulling them up off the ground and making some miscellaneous hand gestures. It took her a while, however, the crimson eyed woman growled at the others. Then the survivors began disassembling the tents.
Yep, the others are still afraid of me, but now our camp has a secondary ring. I’m at the center, with the two chubby Matriarchs, while the Greens have the inner ring. The Greys are staying in the second ring, since the two tribes don’t really want to mix together completely.
Anyway, although I did decimate the Greys pretty badly, they still have about fifty people altogether. There aren’t many children though. I’m not really sure why… Maybe they’re having virility problems? The ratio of women to men is pretty high, with only about ten adult males left. I have a feeling that they’ve all been castrated, but I don’t really wanna go checking to make sure.
The point is that I’m basically the only guy that can make babies, in a group of thirty horny orcish women. Hopefully I won’t be expected to have s*x with them all, because that’d be ridiculous. Also, we wouldn’t be able to take care of that many children. We have too many as it is…
It seems like solving one problem always leads to a fuckload more.
- Writer
