Warrior-Princesses - Dark Mother

Omar had allowed his broodwhore to have this caste be made in his own image and as such he decided they shall emulate his lovely form of looking like a big-breasted woman with pairs of curving horns growing amidst silken long hair, pronounced fangs, bent legs and hooves, and a pussy-sheathe for their cocks.

He'd sensed the arrival of his Patriarch's sister-in-divinity and wished he could've welcomed her but their duties as jailors and wardens gave little leeway in things such as that. Nevertheless, he was pleased and happy to see Nayla, and parts of her family, arrive with Uriseris and her three broodwhores in tow.

Ravizen was naked in the cold recesses except for defensive plates of demonic steel wrapped around his forearms, biceps and thighs with lengths of unbreakable chain wrapped around his breasts and belly from which hundreds of keys hung. He bowed upon their approach, both before Nayla as his current lord and Uriseris, his goddess. "You bless me with your presence."

Nayla still couldn't believe Ravizen insisted she call him a 'he' but she accepted it as one of many idiosyncrasies demons had. "How is our prisoner?"

"Untouched, as you requested. But the child within her belly demands feeding." He reported from his kneeling position. "Her health is deteriorating rapidly."

"It's worse than I thought. Her mortal body cannot support such a being." Uriseris murmured and gestured for Ravizen to rise, walking over to him to caress his beatific face. He reminded her so much of Cute. The lusty and happy broodwhore had gone with Omar on a celestial journey alongside Alexandra, leaving Shazara the Bitch of Sin in his place. Adventurous as always. "Open the cell. Shareza, that baby needs to be out of her immediately."

The two demons nodded and Shareza stood right at the door as Ravizen unlocked it. The cell vibrated as the key was turned but that was it, the wards held as a jailor's key was specifically designed to maintain any spells placed upon a cell and Shareza gasped when she saw the pale and weak body of the cultist who was leaning against the cell wall for support and breathing shallow.

Her exposed belly was the palest and black veins of corrupted blood formed a hideous web over the demon child's sanctuary that it was quickly and surely killing. Nosfertez outside bit his lip and waited for his goddess to turn around and place the blame on him for the woman's state. And it was. He insisted to Nayla the cultist not be mated with, neither to sate the jailor or to feed the baby. And Nayla listened to him.

She didn't, however, and she stepped into the cell while Shazera gently positioned the woman onto her back while her donut of a sheathe produced a slick and glistening member that moved sinuously towards the cultist's exposed womanhood. Uriseris positioned herself behind to support their prisoner, caressing her sweaty brow and brushing away the matted coarse hair while having her in her lap.

Nayla, Cassia and the daughters went in to witness demons in action while Ravizen, Nosfertez, Xana and her fellow broodwhore waited outside, quietly speaking.

All of the women's eyes locked onto the cock Shazera sported that was bloated like a wriggling and sentient tail and a curious tip that expanded at will. It prodded at the pussy before it and Shazera hummed, moving closer to push herself into the woman who let out a weak moan.

None of the mortals were sure what was happening and why Shazera was mating with the prisoner but, in the end, it usually made sense. They watched in rapt attention as the lurid demoness stuffed that cunt full of her magnificent sinuous rod and began producing steam out her nose and mouth as arousal got to her. Uriseris placed a hand on that slightly swollen belly. She could only be two months pregnant with the child, meaning she'd been a cultist around that time but possibly more.

This action made the woman gasp and her eyes finally opened to look around where she was, seeing Shazera's lustful body fucking her with gusto, and cried out in anger. "What are you doing?! Only my god can fuck me!"

"Who is your god, sweetie?" Uriseris asked calmly, stroking the furious orc's head and sending soothing emotions.

"My god...the one that will destroy you all! Destroy your raping empire, banish that disgusting and weak form of slavery and murder these traitors of my race!" She shouted and pointed a quivering finger at Nayla who tried hard to look impassive.

The former shamaness then winced and grabbed onto her belly in intense pain. Everyone could see her fingers dig into Uriseris' hand but she hardly felt a thing. "The baby! Oh god the baby! What are you doing to it?!"

"We are saving your life. The child was killing you." Uriseris explained, pushing more of her power to soothe the rapid gestation of the aggressive creature within the prisoner's belly. "And it will kill you to safe itself. Even had you held it to term, it would've chewed its way out, killing you."

Her words seemed to fall on deaf ears as she began kicking at Shareza but to no avail, the demon was flush with her crotch to her pussy and was knocking onto the entrance to the defiled womb. The kicks could hardly affect her powerful flesh and she leaned forward to pin the younger woman down and began thrusting hard and fast against that corruption-reinforced cervix. "He's got her locked tight..."

"Keep at it. It will break." Uriseris urged and pinned the girl's head to her belly to let Shareza do her work. Indeed, the demon had made sure to prevent anything to remove his child. If anyone tried to take it out, it would devour its mother and kill anyone afterwards. Its gluttonous appetite was palpable to both demons.

Soon enough, like everybody else, the orc began to moan softly as pleasure began to overwhelm the pain of being taken in such a fast and brutal manner with no little thanks to Uriseris's influence who had stilled the child within from doing any more damage and enhancing the pleasure of the mating.

Uriseris looked to Nayla, her eyes soft and loving. "Let her rest for a while, Borva must tend to her daily. Once she is healthy, place her in the Pits."

Nayla's eyes went wide while Cassia gasped and rushed over to the dark matron to beg that she reconsider. "My goddess, she's done nothing wrong. She's a victim in this."

But the Patriarch remained steadfast in her decision. "Any and all cults of sinless demons must be eradicated. We cannot allow her heretical belief to exist in any shape or form. You see what this demon is capable of and this is just their child." She gestured to the pale woman who was nearly killed by her own offspring.

"But-"

"No more. She will be safe and loved. Hareza will take good care of her."

The two rulers were silent amidst the lewd sounds of bodies colliding when Hella stepped forward to ask something. "Goddess, I wish to lay claim to her womb. If she hates us 'race traitors' so much, then it'll only be fair if one of her children was a 'race traitor' too."

The matron gave Hella a stern look but was surprised when the quarter-orc didn't flinch and maintained eye-contact. "I understand your anger, Hella, but you must not force your children upon her out of spite and hate. Breed her but because you want her to learn and accept that her ways are wrong."

"Don't you think it's Farrah's right to seed a baby in her belly? She's the one that nearly got killed." Tyra said, her arms crossed and looking miffed while Farrah was blushing and shaking her head.

"If she wants to, why should I stop her? I have no interest in having kids this early, either born by me or somebody else." She said with a small laugh. "But I'd like for the orc to be happy about her baby. The Pits sound like a great solution compared to what the law dictates about consorting with evil gods in our queendom."

The Pits were a little secret project the ruling family had put into place when the three jailors came. The female jailor, Hareza, was immediately appointed to lead it as an organized 'retraining' effort. Nayla was adamant about it but Cassia allowed it anyways, believing in the power of sexual training and how it can convert people to Sin and, if need be, break them into slaves.

Hareza was quite enthusiastic about it and requested many intelligent beasts to become a mainstay in the Pits and many an orc and criminal came out reformed with Sin in their hearts and lust for beast cock. Those are the criminals who were deemed in need of it but some are so bloodthirsty, so dangerous that they are unreformable. Those Hazera has put through an unending gauntlet of pleasure until their mind simply breaks.

Those are shipped off to Womb and other demon provinces to live out as slaves until they earn the right to demonhood and a reformed mind.

"Better than an execution, exactly. Her beliefs will be reformed and she will be a good citizen of the Queendom afterwards." Uriseris said with a nod and then smiled as she easily heard the cervix finally give way under her mother's insistent and watched Shareza have an orgasm.

The lustful slut's whole body quivered but that sack produced nothing except delicious womb juice that calmed the child within even further as it finally has tasted sustenance. Shareza's face was blissful but only for a moment as she reined in herself and began doing her work.

Her victim was unconscious at this point from pleasure, delirium and fatigue, and wasn't present for the pinprick of pain as her demonic child was siphoned out of her womb and placed safely in one of Shezera's many wombs. Uriseris could feel her mother's essence bind with the child's and already there was an effect as it sensed it was with its own kind and somehow knew it no longer had to struggle for food to grow at its own pace.

The mortals witnessed the baby's passing as the bulge traveled down the orc's crotch and into Shazera's before it disappeared like nothing happened. Shazera let out a content growl and pulled out, leaving that pussy gaping open due to her girth, and stood up while rubbing her belly. "She'll grow up into a fine demon. Will just need some extra training unlike her brothers and sisters."

Uriseris smiled in pleasure and picked up the former mother in both arms. "Once she is in the sickroom, I shall work with Shareza to see if the child is still bonded with its sire. Nosfertez has been filled in with the details concerning Albuzara's mother. Farrah, Tyra, Hella, you shall head out in a weeks time."

Nayla and Cassia were about to protest but the powerful goddess has said her piece and was gone in thin air.

OoOoOoO

The moon had risen high above the palace, casting its silvery rays across the parapets that always had three Queensguard patrolling. The wind of the steppe and the mountains behind combined into a chilly night and they all wore their furs as they watched over the walls.

War was far away from here, fought by organized orcish legions against the dissident hordes far to the west. Farrah mused about it as she looked out onto the sleeping town of Nagoch, the first signs of walls slowly turning into a proper one that would surround the town entirely.

She'd fought alongside soldiers in the first year of the war, securing the palace and much of the eastern half of the Slave Fields but once that was done, her mother had recalled all her daughters and replaced them with trusted but less merciful orcish generals who committed many an atrocity in her and her sister's absence. Many of those generals are now somewhere in the demonic provinces, being used as toys and slaves until they make their due before the judges of all: the Patriarchs.

That mark of Sin that hung off her collar was ever-present in her mind, just like how faith was important to her. Faith in the goodness of Sin, the Patriarchs and their children. Unlike her mothers who tried to prevent that orc from being taken to the Pits, she fully understood Uriseris' point of view. Such heresies must not be allowed to fester. Belief in other gods was allowed as per an agreement with the gods the Patriarchs made but Sin was pervasive in many mortal races.

The past few days had been hectic and her mind spinned from everything she'd learned in such a short period. Ancient demons, enemies of Sin, demonic children capable of murdering their mothers, and witnessing the perfection that is a Patriarch. It was obvious Uriseris was once mortal but her vision is no-less divine. Her down-to-earth attitude and mortal perspective gives her a lot more believable than some distant god incapable of seeing mortal plight.

And her impregnation. Nosfertez had told her last night. She carried five pups, Tyra four and Hella five as well. Sin preached that life is sacred, born and yet-to-be-born. A pregnant mother was sacred to Sin and demons that spread it. She believed that as well, but she is unable to do her duty in defeating that horrid demon if she had valuable life in her belly.

She knew Tyra and Hella had fewer qualms about it but also that they'll fight just as fiercely to protect their unborn children. The concept of children had never crossed her mind until that worg mentioned it and she never really believed she'd have kids of her own. What with fighting orcs on the daily, meeting death head on whenever an orc swung his axe towards her head.

Nayla continued to breed and Farrah, unlike many of her sisters, was happy their family will be big and full of siblings. Each child Cassia gave birth to added one more number to their hermaphroditic orc race and Nayla has been gathering tribute of fertile young orc girls every year since she'd taken her rightful throne.

It was fun talking to all of the naive girls who would stay in the palace and in the lap of luxury until they gave birth and were given back to their mates. Many a Queensguard visited the former maidens when going into town and a few of them left presents in the form of children.

She made love to Hella and Tyra many times, their bond as sisters growing stronger each time, but they never dared breed each other. All three thought that was a privilege their mother had but looks like the worgs beat her to it. Nayla was still mad about it even if she didn't show it.

Nayla is still holding out for the next generation of Queensguard, though. all except her and her two sisters are virgins in the female sense. There's always been sisterly teasing and competition in the Queensguard but Farrah still feared they'd ridicule her for having pups instead of Nayla's child but they were supportive and acceptive of it, many a faithful Sinner among them.

"Everything okay, sis?" Asked Tyra from the side, knocking Farrah out of her thoughts and back to reality of a cold night patrolling. "You looked zoned out."

"Oh, hey. I...I was just thinking about things. A lot of stuff happened in the past four days. A miracle I can even sleep. I slept better while fearing an orc raid would wipe us out in the middle of the night." She laughed and Tyra laughed as well as she leaned over the parapet and looked out onto the town.

"I sleep better tired. Hella's been keeping me company in bed just for that." Tyra said with a lusty grin.

"And you two entirely forgot about me, huh?"

Tyra scoffed and looked at her litter-mate. "We just figured you needed space to think. What with your fear of kids and stuff. It sucks we're having pups for our first time instead of mom's but what can we do about it?"

"I heard there are methods...you know, cleansing your womb..." Farrah felt uneasy even thinking about it, let alone saying it. "But I'd never go through with that. So I'm stuck a worried wreck about my puppies." She chuckled nervously and brushed the fresh mohawk she had cut just today. It felt nice to have it stand up once again.

"Why not talk to uncle Nos about it? Demons can make babies grow really fast. You'll be birthing pups within a day." Tyra suggested off-handedly and laughed when Farrah blanched. She wasn't prepared for pregnancy, let alone having them. "I'm thinking of asking him about it, too. Who knows how long our hunt will take us and the last thing I want is one of us needing to get carted back home because their belly is too big."

"You do make a point..." Farrah murmured. "Did you two do it? Now that you're pregnant?"

Tyra looked taken off-guard and she had to pause for a moment to think of a response. "We haven't, actually. We've been fucking for so long in there that we forgot this one is now an option. Dammit!"

"Everything okay over there?" Hella shouted from the other wall, a silhouette on the far side.

"It's fine! Tyra stubbed her toe!" Farrah called back and giggled when Tyra hissed her indignation. "I heard Narra has three kids in town already."

This distracted Tyra from the topic and she looked back out to town. "She's always been a breeder. Takes after both our moms. Those orc women just throw themselves at our feet. I honestly regret not breeding at least one."

"We're heading out for supplies tomorrow so come along. I'm pretty sure you'll find a pretty orc to make love to. It's still amusing their husbands don't do anything about it." Farrah said with a quiet laugh. It has happened a few times where a husband threw a fit when he caught one of the Queensguard breeding one of his multiple wives out in the street but that rarely bore fruit as the offending Queensguard quickly showed him who has the right to breed around here.

Much of the aggressive male population had either left or committed a heinous enough crime to be put in the Pits for reformation. Nagoch was mostly populated by them and women. All women are considered 'free' for breeding by the rulers and the reformed males are content in mating with their slaves. The legions fighting the war out there, as they establish new towns for the surviving populace and released slaves, have not been reformed and are still barely above monsters.

"Law is the law and they're trained to obey it. But once our kind is up in numbers, we won't need them anymore. I just worry about those clans that are fighting out there. They don't have anything to exactly come back to, do they?"

Farrah frowned and nodded. "What we've been doing is hardly what they'd accept. But what can we do about it? Orcs outnumber our human forces four to one and we've been having problems with the orcs accepting them since the start."

"I think that we'll need the assistance of your demons when it happens. Uriseris can have them slurping on their own cocks with just a look. They're useful for now with their violent ways but once the war is over, they're free game for the Patriarchdom." Tyra said with confidence, pulling away from the parapet and looking to Farrah. "Better than them being slaughtered, right?"

Farrah was still frowning but couldn't deny that them being enslaved by the demons is the best option. They cannot allow their rage and violence remain anywhere on this earth. They'd just keep on enslaving, raping and destroying in their 'wars'. This was probably the first and last war they will lead that actually meant something.

"You're right."

"Of course I'm right." Tyra responded haughtily and gave her sister a firm hug. "I think our pups will turn out grand."

Farrah hugged back, nuzzling that firm neck and laughing. "I think so, too."

"I do believe you've been assigned to patrol." Spoke a soft and husky voice from behind and both turned to face none other than Xana. The demoness, like all of her kind, was not disturbed by the chill or heat of the world. They were impervious to it, or at least made it look like it. Nevertheless, she looked haunting in her nude beauty thanks to the faint moonlight. Those red markings were almost glowing.

"Mistress Xana. We were just talking." Tyra said and Xana just laughed.

"Don't worry, I'm not mad at you. I'm honestly disappointed your mother still has you patrol when an army of demons is in the palace. A waste of time, if you ask me." She said with her pearly teeth and fangs on display at all times. She had a certain ferallness about her which was converted into giddy excitement and hyperactivity. "It is unfair that she beds her harem while you strut around on the walls all night when you don't have to."