The Leader

"Shit," I snapped, rushing forward. The woman spat at me as I came close, making me wipe my face and she went limp. "You can let her go, she's dead," I said softly.

Lonty released the woman and pushed her aside. "You okay?"

I nodded and took in the sight of the dead woman. She was small, attractive... And had pointed ears hidden by her hair. "They're here," I said softly. "Might be the one, or there could be a few. I need you to find out who she is and see if anyone came with her."

The small clack of talons on stone caught my attention. Sessa was hobbling awkwardly towards me, clutching the blade in her claws. "I spotted her."

"You did," I smiled, then frowned. "I'm sorry about your clothes." And I was, from where I'd thrown her, they'd completely ripped apart. She was completely exposed to the casual observer and wasn't wearing any underclothes.

Sessa shrugged, "travel clothes. I only wore them because your... Other... Women wore clothes. In Drarskk towns, we don't bother. Clothes tear easily and leather is hard to work with."

"You need to wear clothes," I said, pulling her close. "We'll get you something at Grah's. Lonty, I'll wait for you there. Make sure you send someone for Ally and get this corpse out of the street." I glanced around at the few spectators to the incident. Some looked fearful, most looked determined. And all were my responsibility. "Come on, Sessa."

Sessa immediately hopped up on my shoulder, earning a few small grins from the crowd. Lonty sprinted off to deliver her messages and I made my way to Grah's shop. Pushing open the door I stepped inside. I had to duck slightly as I came in, but Sessa had to hop off my shoulder completely. Standing aside, Ugoolde and Hessa followed in behind us. Grah was standing behind the counter and frowned when he saw Sessa.

"I was going to take you straight to Marge, but I see we have needs," he said in his gruff voice.

Turning to face the gruff orc, I nodded my thanks. "I'm hoping you'll have something to fit them both. I can't have them naked in town," I chuckled awkwardly. "Also, do you work with leather? We'll need something to cover them if things get rough."

"Husband threw me," Sessa said softly.

Grah's eyes went wide, but Hessa chimed in, "it was a good throw."

"I... I might have something that would fit them in the kids section. Do you want something pretty or...?" he trailed off.

"Plain is best," Sessa said as her mother nodded.

I glanced at Ugoolde who shrugged at me, as if to say it didn't matter. I was going to have my hands full if more of them started showing up. Grah came back with a few simple nightdresses for Sessa to try on. He blushed and turned away as she ripped off the last of what she wore and stood bare in front of him. Admittedly, I hadn't seen her completely naked before and was quite intrigued. She had a slight hourglass figure and well toned limbs. Her nippleless breasts seemed a little large for her frame. But that was probably more because of the muscle structure that powered her wings. All in all, she was a well put together little warrior.

"Such a fine specimen she is," Hessa hissed. "She will bear many strong children."

"She already is," I said softly. Hessa just hissed in satisfaction as Ugoolde nodded as if he expected it.

"Husband, is this appropriate?" Sessa said.

Turning around, Grah was staring at her with a mortified expression. Sessa spun on the spot, flaring the small nightdress she wore. It also told me her wings were now sticking through a series of long gashes across the back. I just looked at Grah and nodded. "I'll get a few."

Twenty minutes later, Grah had finished taking Sessa's measurements. Hessa had outright refused, stating she refused to wear armour. Sessa had tried that tactic with me, but after explaining all my wives wore armour to battle, she settled down. Not that she looked happy about it. With that taken care of, we headed for Marge's Jeweler. She was the only one in town with anything resembling a forge. Though, she'd apparently had to do some remodelling in order to make my armour. Still, as we entered her shop, she was happy enough to see us. More so when she saw Grah.

"C'mere you," she grinned, stomping over to the large orc. In turn, he smiled and got to his knees so they could share a quick kiss. They were such an odd couple, but it was endearing to see them together. With Marge satisfied with her husband's greeting she turned to me with a smile. "Head back out and go around the side. There's a gate, I'll let you all in there. Otherwise I'll have to try and fit you through my finishing room and it's cramped even for me."

Grah chucked, "even I haven't seen the back of the room."

I grinned and nodded. Turning our little group around, we shuffled back outside and headed around. Sure enough, as we rounded the building, a gate opened, letting our group into an enclosed courtyard. Marge stood with a smile as we came in and she swung the gate closed behind us. With everyone waiting, Marge headed over to a second gate that opens up her workshop to the outside. Pulling the doors open, I could see a large sheet on a workbench. Without any fuss, she pulled off the sheet. Beneath it, was every little boy's dream. Heading over to examine them, Marge beamed with pride.

"I had to put most of my work aside to get this done. But I wanted you to have the best. I had Eila sent your armour back so I could make a few adjustments so it would all fit."

I nodded along and picked up a set of sabatons. The metal itself was quite thick. Far thicker than I had expected. But with my added strength, that was probably to make me even more dangerous. Everything was here, from the mentioned sabatons, right to my newly modified helmet. Every Piece gleamed silver and had very little in the way of decoration. Even the hole from where I'd been shot with a bolt was nowhere to be seen.

"Well? Want to try it on?" Marge asked.

"Definitely," I grinned.

The entire process took about half an hour. It would have been quicker, but Grah had to run back to his shop to get a gambeson he'd made for me. On his return, Marge and Grah worked together to get me strapped into my armour. The final thing to put on, was my helmet. It now sported a removable face plate, which I snapped shut. It covered a lot of my vision, but I understood it's importance. Taking a quick stroll around the yard I felt it was heavy. But not horribly so. I wouldn't have the same sort of stamina I had when I escaped with my wives from the elfs. But hopefully I wouldn't need it. Running for three days straight wasn't in my plans. Turning back to face everyone, Sessa leaped with a flap and settled on my shoulder. It took her a few moments to get her balance on the polished metal. But she managed it.

"Hmm," Grah scratched his chin. "I'll make something to help with that."

I nodded my head, at least I tried to. The helmet didn't give me a lot of room with the rest of my armor. But I figured it had more to do with protecting my neck if something hit me hard enough.

"I understand," Sessa said.

"Oh?" I asked.

Sessa grinned, showing her sharp teeth. "You will be very hard to pry out of this metal."

"You're missing one last piece," Marge called, lifting a fabric covered plate.

Heading back, I took it from her and pulled away the fabric. It wasn't my good old fashioned door, but it was emblazoned with a dwarven hammer, an orcish sword and an elfin bow. Hefting it's weight, it was also far lighter than I was expecting. Slipping my arm into the straps, I pulled them tight and grinned. The shape of my vambraces held it steady against my arm. I didn't actually need to hold this shield. I could use two hands on my sword.

"This is going to make things easier," I grinned.

"Just be careful of magic," Marge said. "You're immune, but the metal isn't. They bust it open, you're still vulnerable."

I nodded, "what's the chance of that?"

Marge shrugged, "not likely."

Pulling off my helmet, I crouched down and gave the small woman a hug. Standing, I repeated the same for Grah.

"I will remember your faces. I will consider your safety for my husband," Sessa said softly.

"Thank you," Marge said with a thin smile. "That is high praise coming from your kin."

Grah nodded along but remained silent. With the show over, Hessa and Ugoolde headed home, while I said my goodbye's to Marge and Grah. With the clunk of the gate behind me, I tucked my helmet under my arm and headed for home. This time, as well as the stares, I got gasps of shock and delight at my polished form. It was definitely an ego boost. I still had the grin on my face as I crawled into the hot bath at home that evening.

Slipping into the hot water, I shuffled around to the far side like usual. Eila climbed in first, settling down on my left. Chit came next, settling on my right. Ally helped lift a bucket into the water and with Eila's help, flipped it upside down to use as a stool so Sessa could sit. Then Ally climbed in herself, coming and sitting directly on my lap. Finally, Ita climbed in, earning a smile as I saw her perfectly healed skin. Reaching around, I took my second elfin wife in my arms and squeezed her gently against my chest.

"Mmm," she moaned softly. "I love that husband, but be careful with me."

"Oh?" I chuckled, giving her another soft squeeze.

"Yes," she purred. "I'd hate for you to harm the baby."

I gaped like a dying fish for a moment, before bodily lifting Ally and turning her around in my lap. "What?"

Ally giggled and leaned in to collect a kiss. "Husband, I'm carrying your child."

Staring straight down into the water, I reached out and stroked her belly with my thump. "It worked..."

"Mhm," Eila chimed in, taking my other hand. "Now, you get to fuck all of us, starting with me and ending with an attempt to get Chit pregnant."

I paused as the repercussions of her words sank through my head. "But, the battle?"

"Exactly," Ita said. "The battle, where one or more of us is killed, maybe all of us. Would you condemn us to never having your child if something happened to you? Sure, we'd have Sessa and Ally's babies to raise, but I'd never know the joy of bringing your child into this world."

"You won't help raise my baby," Sessa said softly, earning a collection of scowls. But she stood firm and scowled right back. "You said family looks after family! If I raise my egg around your babies, my baby will eat them. I will require a nest, somewhere high, where others cannot get to. This is for my child's safety and yours."

Eila nodded her head and the others followed a moment later. "Alright, you're family. We'll make sure you get what you need to be happy."

Sessa smiled softly and nodded. "Now, when is husband going to slake his lust with me?"

That got a laugh out of the rest of us, "alright, you need to hop off, my love," I kissed Ally softly.

She beamed and slid off my lap, only for Eila to immediately take her place. "Come husband, it's time to make me feel like a queen."

I just grinned, "silly elf," I kissed her. "You ARE my queen."

Lifting her body, Eila smiled through hooded eyes as I pulled her forward and placed her opening over the head of my rapidly engorging cock. I used her lower lips to massage the head until Eila began biting her lip. Then I pulled her down firmly, impaling her to the halfway point on the first thrust. What I wasn't expecting, was for Eila to grab my shoulders and force herself down the rest of the way. Only stopping as she finally bottomed out on my length.

"That's better," she moaned softly.

As she leaned into my chest, I kissed the top of her head, before cradling her ass in my hands. Remembering what she'd said about liking anal play, I slipped a hand lower and teased her entrance. Without lubrication I wouldn't try to penetrate her, but even just the gentle stimulation of my finger gently probing, had Eila twitching in delight. Turning her head upwards, I met her lips with my own as I pulled her ass back and forth, driving her up and down on my cock.

"Gods, husband," Eila gasped.

I grinned as her tunnel clench down firmly on my cock. But that didn't stop me for a moment. I just kept the same pace up, sliding her over my cock. Eila pressed her face into my chest and let out a long, high pitched whine, before her legs started to spasm. Unfortunately for her, this only served to make the movements of my cock inside her, even more stimulating and she cried out, almost as if in pain. Taking pity on my beautiful wife, I lifted her off my cock. Eila grabbed me around the neck and I pulled her close for a kiss.

"Thank you, husband," she moaned softly.

"You're welcome, my queen," I kissed her softly.

Letting Eila slip from my arms, Ally helped settle her into her spot. Beaming a tired smile at me, I looked around at my wives. Ita grinned and moved across towards me. "My turn," she purred softly.

Turning around, she hopped up onto my lap and spread her legs wide. I helped maneuver her into position. As the walls of her tunnel slid down my length, I groaned at the sensation of her insides. Unlike a normal, mortal woman, Ita's succubus body was built for one thing, and one thing only. Extraction of orgasms. Her entire body seemed to grip, twist, suck and stroke my entire length as it entered her.

"Naughty little succubus," Chit admonished. "Our husband's orgasm belongs to me."

I then watched as Chit moved between her legs and started massaging Ita's cherry red clitoris. Before long, Ita and Chit were kissing heavily as Eila massaged their breasts at random. I was just busy trying not to fill Ita with my seed, when she found her own orgasm at the hands of her sister wives. But I didn't get the intense pleasure of enjoying the feeling of her bliss. The moment Ita began to come, Chit pulled her off my cock and replaced it with her fingers.

"My turn, husband," Sessa said, slipping into the water. It was actually deep enough she could swim and did so, albeit rather awkwardly, towards me. I scooped her into my arms and wondered at the texture of her scales. I hadn't paid a lot of attention to her last time. But now, with her small frame in my hands, she was interesting in a way that was alien to my other wives. Eila and Ally were all soft skinned and smooth. Chit was smooth, but far firmer and liked to be held with more force. Ita was... Odd... Her flesh seemed to conform to whatever part of my body touched her, almost as if it wanted me to grasp her in any way I desired. But Sessa, she was covered in hard scales. But as I ran my hands along them, I got the feeling they were far softer than I realised. Her scales would probably go a long way to protect her from cuts, but they gave to my touch and shifted as I rubbed up and down her ribs. Sliding my hands up her stomach, I cupped her small breasts, eliciting a small hiss of pleasure from her small mouth. I had no idea why an egg laying species would have breasts, especially when they lacked nipples. But considering she was four feet tall and had wings, it was probably the least odd thing about her. But... there was one small nagging doubt.

"Sessa, won't I damage the egg?"

She smiled sweetly, which was strange considering her serious demeanor most of the time. "Husband, my egg is deep inside me right now. The egg chamber where your magnificent tool penetrated, is only used in the last stage to grow the shell. Until then, you are free to have your way with me."

She emphasised this by taking my cock in her talons and directing it between her legs. The moment her lips parted, she let out a soft noise of pleasure, but I took hold of her and started pulling down. Realising I was about to pull her underwater, I stood and sat myself on the edge of the bath. Sessa grinned at me and I pulled her the rest of the way down until I felt the entrance to her egg chamber. With a final grunt, I pulled her down and felt the familiar pop of my cock passing through the ring of muscle. Sessa immediately sighed and went limp in my arms.

"Yes, husband," she hissed softly.

Lifting her chin, I looked down at her. It was an odd experience, seeing her so calm and relaxed. It was almost comical from the sharp glare she'd had all day. Leaning forward I kissed her as I rocked my hips, driving my cock in and out of her egg chamber. Sessa let out a soft screech and I grinned, remembering that Eila had mentioned she had six clitorises. With this information, I tried turning her in slightly different directions to see if I could hit different spots. As it turns out, she was most sensitive if I pulled her tightly against my chest, so my cock rubbed harder at the back of the chamber. In no time at all, Sessa was coming and making those small chirping noises. As she went completely limp, I gently pulled her off my cock and gently handed her to Eila who smiled down at our smallest wife.

"She will make a good wife," Eila said. "She just needs to learn how to behave around others."

I nodded and kissed her, before turning to Chit, who was practically bouncing in place. "I want a girl, husband," Chit said, wasting no time in impaling herself on me.

Unlike the others, Chit held her own. Driving her own weight up and down my length. She refused to allow me to do any more than simply hold her. So I laid back and allowed my orc wife to milk me dry. "Ready Chit?" I asked.

Chit growled, showing her small tusks as she increased her speed. She kept it up, right until I grunted. Then, all at once, Chit slammed into the orgasm she'd been fighting against as her eyes lit up blue for just the briefest moment. But the determined glare she gave me told me she was adamant of trying our experiment to the fullest. Rocking her hips as she gripped me tightly by the shoulders she grunted her own pleasure until her legs shook too badly to continue. By then, she didn't complain as I pulled her close and rocked my length in and out for a few more minutes. Needless to say, by the time we were well and truly finished, I could see white streaks in the water.

"Another success," Ally said softly. "This should work for us all then."

I glanced up at my wives and nodded, before grunting as my cock tried to re-harden inside Chit. Ally was laying on the side of the bath, staring at me with lustful eyes as Ita licked slowly between her legs. And if that wasn't enough, Eila had Sessa pinned between her breasts, while she slid her arm elbow deep inside our smallest wife.

Chapter Eight

The previous evening had been long and carnal. By the end of it, I had seeded each of my wives multiple times each. There were hopes that at least one more would be pregnant. Chit was the most worried, as orc's traditionally didn't have great success with falling pregnant, but there was hope her elfin mother would have changed that slightly. Not that she was complaining, practice was fun regardless. But what had led to a wonderful evening, was an abysmal morning as we stood in my office. Eila, Ally and Sessa had accompanied me today, as Baz had sent Lonty over with a message that we needed to meet. It wasn't good news.

"So you found Gornty's corpse outside the main gate, and the elf that accompanied the assassin is gone?" I asked.

Baz nodded slowly, "seems, it was a pair of women posing as entertainers. They came in, flirted a whole bunch and started asking around about you. The one that attacked you in the street was probably random. I don't think they expected to see you just walking around in the street."

"Where else would I be?"

Baz shrugged, but Eila spoke up, "Father would expect that you'd either have ran, or were in hiding somewhere. If he knew a battle was coming, he'd lock himself in the throne room with all his guards. He's not the leader you are."

"Right," Baz said, nodded at the information. "Anyway, it seems she grabbed only what she needed and slipped out of the Inn. At some point she must have run into Gornty, locked in the stocks and probably traded his freedom for him hiding her. The fetz have numerous hiding places throughout the town."