Casus Belli Ch. 16: A Pack Revived

The girls are in for a surprise, a prize has a narrow escape, and there's more to the brothel.

Cassandra gets some fresh air, and a thrilling ride, and then her world gets turned upside down once more...

Cautionary (for series): non-consent, reluctant, violence, straight sex, inter species sex, anal sex.

Cautionary (for chapter): non-consent inter-species sex.

Setting: Nigawa, planet Mundea (Galeon III), year 3647 (local)

Note: a map of Nigawa, and a floor plan of Bromodin keep, are available, the link can be found on my profile page.

Characters:

Cassandra, human female, 21 years old, Bashuk's prize, female lead

Denora, human female, 24 years old, pack-mate

Vala, human female, 22 years old, pack-mate

Syldan, human female, 19 years old, pack-mate

Leavy, human female, 21 years old, pack-mate

Moiga, human female, 23 years old, pack-mate

Polly, human female, 18 years old, pack-mate

Bashuk, orc male, 32 years old, Green Vale Orcs Warlord

Kurgan, orc male, 27 years old, Bashuk's guard, Leavy's mate

Kasho, orc male, 26 years old, Bashuk's guard, Polly's mate

Yakha, orc male, 26 years old, Bashuk's guard, Syldan's mate

Batul, orc male, 25 years old, Bashuk's guard, Denora"mate

Durgat, orc male, 25 years old, Bashuk's guard, Moiga's mate

Bolar, orc male, 24 years old, Bashuk's guard, Vala's mate

Sir Brando Boruga, human male, 27 years old, Cassandra's betrothed

Cassandra felt deeply content and in communion with her pack as Bashuk carried her back to his comfy chair after the reclaiming. He sat down, and she repositioned herself on his lap before snuggling up against him. Once she had, she felt him move beneath her, and then he draped her cardigan around her, and his big hands started caressing her. She purred, and as she checked she proved to be just one of seven girls snuggled up against their male, being caressed, and purring happily. Her girls were clearly comfortable with how the whole situation that had developed in the aftermath of the Nigawan surrender had turned out, and the way it had turned out made her hopeful concerning the fate of the Nigawan people, her people, too.

They still were her people after all, because the oath she had taken didn't end with her loss of rank and status. She was still bound to serve and protect them to the best of her ability, even if that put her on her back beneath the country's new orcish ruler, servicing his cock. And that had, especially considering the circumstances, turned out pretty good too, hadn't it? She reciprocated her master's caressing, not because she had to, but because he deserved it, and also because she wanted to. She had come to care for the huge orc, because of whom he was, and for a moment she wondered how it would have been if she hadn't been in love with Brando.

You would be doing your stinking best to become his pack-mate, she realized, and you would also be more than ready to conceive, to bear him those cubs he longs for. But she was in love, and the fact that her betrothed was only a mere slave now didn't change that. Her mind knew she should change that, but her heart simply wasn't able too. It would have been different if he had fallen in combat like her father had, but he hadn't. She remembered the last time she had seen him, inside the great hall, during the surrender ceremony, how weak and pale he had looked. Her master's arms closed around her, he hugged her even closer, and she realized tears were running down her cheeks, and that she was crying almost silently.

Cassandra tightened her own embrace too, and banished all thoughts from her mind, concentrating on her physical being, and on the other physical being holding and caressing her so nicely. She calmed, her tears dried, and she became aware of the soft moaning coming from all around her, and as she checked, she discovered all her girls were in the process of making love to their males. At this point it was still just foreplay, with mouths caressing mouths, and fingers caressing the more intimate parts of the anatomy, but an orgy was clearly brewing. Her master chuckled, and as a dozen faces looked up at him he spoke softly, "I know it's still a little early, but I think we better retreat to our beds, don't you agree?"

The girls blushed, and the males smiled, and Cassandra agreed too. She was more than ready for bed, not because she craved more sex, she had just been fucked to bits after all, but just to be alone with her master, to snuggle up against his naked body beneath the comforter and enjoy both the physical and emotional warmth that would provide. "Alright," her master said, "off to bed then."

The couples untangled, and then Denora cleared her throat. "I took the liberty of postponing breakfast till ten," she declared, "so we can all have bit of a lie-in, and plenty of time to bathe in the morning." The auburn-haired girl was looking at Bashuk, who smiled, and then nodded. "That was my last act as the 'ruling' female," she added, "from here on it's Leavy's job to arrange for things like that. The platinum blonde whimpered in reaction.

"You wanted the biggest cock available," Denora chuckled, "it came at a price..." Leavy pouted, and the pack laughed. "Don't worry," the former senior maiden told her former subordinate, "I told you I would help you out with it, didn't I?"

Leavy sighed, and then she nodded. "Yes, you did, so you'd better prepare for helping out a lot..."

Denora smiled, "That's no problem," and then she winked, "and who knows, you might not be the ranking pack-mate for too long anyway." It took a moment for the meaning of what she had just said to sink in, and then the whole pack looked at Cassandra as one, who reacted by blushing fiercely. Her master chuckled softly, but he said nothing, and then he cradled her and got up. The other males followed his example, resulting in some excited yelps from their mates, and then she was being carried off, towards the doors of the bedchamber.

Once inside Bashuk kicked the door close behind them, and then he carried her over to the large bed. Cassandra caught her cardigan as it slipped from her as he lowered her onto her feet. She folded it and put it down, and then she removed her legwarmers too, while he pulled back the comforter. When he turned towards her, she started undressing him, starting with the soft flannel shirt she loved to snuggle up against so much. As she busied herself with the carved bone buttons, she felt his seed starting to run down the insides of her thighs, and she squeezed them together to stop herself from leaking.

Her master chuckled as he noticed. "Would you like to clean yourself a little before bed?" he asked softly.

She slipped the shirt from his shoulders, folded it up, and put it down too, before answering. "That won't be necessary, I love to sleep with my belly filled with your seed." Now why did you say that? she thought in surprise, but then she realized it was just the truth, that she did love it. So what did that tell her?

Bashuk reached out and caressed her face, "Does that mean you're going to stop drinking korkumun tea?" She blushed fiercely. "Don't worry," he reacted "I'm just joking, I won't push you; I promised." She started undoing his belt. "And I won't push you to become my mate either, because I know you can't," he added, "because I know your heart is already taken." Cassandra felt a stab of guilt. "Just remember that while you can stay my prize forever, you will have to bear my offspring at some point, and you can't wait too long, because it concerns the continuation of the ruler's bloodline. You will have to bear me a son, and if you wait too long the tribe will become restless, and my position as their Warlord will be weakened."

As a former heiress to the throne, and Kangess, she was well familiar with the problem. "I won't break my promise to you," her master continued, "but if you don't bear me a son, I will be forced to acquire a second prize, or a mate even, who will provide me with one." With the broad belt slipping through the brass buckle she looked up at him, and he smiled apologetically. "Our traditions permit it, and the well-being of the tribe would force me to..."

Cassandra swallowed, "Don't worry, I promised you offspring, and I will keep that promise." She cocked her head to the side, "But what if I only bear you daughters."

He shrugged, "As long as I keep your belly round, the tribe won't become restless, at least not too soon," he chuckled, "and if you keep popping out girls I'll see if I can come up with a female word for Warlord, and then try and sell it to the tribe..." He winked at her, "I managed to get them to accept a major change in the harem rules, now didn't I?"

His prize chuckled in turn, and then she sank on her knees, as she hadn't gotten her master out of his low soft leather boots yet. Once she had she undid the front of his breeches, and got him out of those too, eyeing his soiled cock. He gestured at the bed and she got in as ordered, after which she moved to its center and turned on her back. He got in after her, and she waited to see what would be required from her. Her pussy was still sore from the thorough pounding it had received not that long ago, but her guest-hole wasn't, and she had a mouth to pleasure a male with too. He moved up to her on his side, and then he reached out and pulled her with her back against him, spooning her, before he pulled up the comforter.

"You weren't the only one who got thoroughly satisfied..." he said, guessing her thoughts. She felt him nuzzle her blond hair while his hands caressed her body. "Now go to sleep," he whispered, you have earned your rest. There was a soft click, the warm light of the crystals faded away, and darkness descended. The bed had been cool to the touch, but warmed up quickly, and as content as she was she drifted off to sleep without any problems.

Next morning, Cassandra woke in the dim light that penetrated the heavy curtains. Bashuk was laying on his belly next to her, with a heavy arm dropped across her waist. She glanced up at the chronometer, the barely visible hands of which showed it was just past eight. So Denora had forgotten their wake-up call, but her biological clock had woken her nevertheless, which was when she remembered her former senior maiden had postponed breakfast till ten o'clock. She slowly turned towards her master, until she was facing him, and studied his face in the dim light. It was broad, with heavy set eyebrows, and a sturdy but well-shaped nose.

The pleasure slave smiled softly, her master had a face that grew on you, she decided. A raven-black lock of his lush hair had fallen in front of his face, and she reached out and gently combed it back across his scalp. He murmured in his sleep as she did, and then slowly turned on his back, and the heavy arm slipped from her. Cassandra slipped out of bed, and then she sneaked out of the room by the study, and paid the toilet a visit. She relieved herself, and then she took a small towel from the shelves and used the small washing basin to clean up a little, especially her soiled crotch, covered in dried semen.

As she returned to the bedchamber Bashuk was still lying on his back, still sleeping, and she smiled as she noticed the huge tent resting on his lower body. Her master seemed to be suffering from a bad case of morning wood, she concluded. She sneaked into bed again, disappeared beneath the comforter, and headed for the tent's pole. As she came close, she couldn't see him, but she could certainly smell him. Not surprisingly he reeked of sex, of dried semen, and also of pussy, her pussy. Cassandra let her nose guide her, and she didn't miss her target. He hadn't yet woken, so she carefully positioned herself on all fours, and then her lips found the thick veined shaft by feel.

Her head lifted the comforter away from him as her lips traced the thick shaft upwards, and then they slipped over the tip. She opened wide and her lips bared the fat head as she took him in over her tongue. He tasted of sex too, and as she wriggled her tongue around him the huge cock jolted. He moaned, and then a sleepy "What?" followed as he woke. She took him to the back of her throat, moaning softly, and then she started bobbing up and down. A large hand found her head, and another a dangling breast, and he started caressing her while she fellated him. He was rock-hard by now, and she tried to take him down her throat, but the angle just wasn't right, and she failed.

Bashuk chuckled, and then his hands moved, and the next moment her lower body got lifted and turned towards him. The comforter slipped from her as he positioned her above him, and then lowered her with her knees ending up to both sides of his chest. This was just as well, as it had been getting pretty warm beneath the covers. The air felt cool on her sweaty skin as she moved her eager mouth down along his slippery shaft once more, and this time, when the fat glans hit the back of her throat, she was able to swallow him. Cassandra moved further down slowly, feeling the thick cock stretch her throat, until her nose sunk inside his coarse pubic hair, and her lips stretched around the root of it.

She stayed down, hearing her master groan with pleasure, and then she felt his big hands take hold of her hips, and pull them down towards him. Cassandra moaned loudly around her master's cock as he licked the length of her exposed slit, to then concentrate on her clit. She came up for air, and moaned loudly as the tip of his tongue bared her pleasure button and then started licking it. Pleasure spread through her abdomen as she moved down on her master once more, as she took the thick veined shaft all the way down her throat once more. She slid up and down on him, enjoying how the thick veins rubbed her lips, and then his tongue left her clit, and pushed inside her juicy, weeping opening.

Her master groaned, and she moaned in anticipation as the agile thick tongue headed for her pleasure spot. Cassandra redoubled her efforts, and while his tongue ignited a fire inside her belly she felt her master's shaft starting to swell. She moved all the way down on him twice more, and then she came up and started working his fat knob with her tongue, wriggling around its sensitive edge, then concentrating on the even more sensitive underside, rapidly making him explode inside her mouth as expected. Bashuk groaned loudly as he filled her mouth with his thick sperm, and she started swallowing immediately, gulping down every spurt of his hot orc seed as it arrived.

With the smell and taste of his seed overwhelming her senses, and his tongue not letting up, she was also very near to cumming. The fire inside her belly had turned into a blaze once more, and as she was still licking him clean, he moved his hands down from her hips, one to her lower back and one to her crotch. The fingers of the latter hand started rubbing her exposed clit, while those of his other hand held her, as his mouth closed on her pussy. His canines grazed the skin of her inner thighs, and she spat out the sperm and saliva dripping cockhead as her master pushed her over the edge, as he made her cum screaming.

Cassandra shook as the orgasm ravaged her, locked in place between the strong hand on her lower back and the eager mouth on her squirting pussy. The fingers on her clit, and the tongue inside her sheath, didn't let up while he devoured her cum like she had devoured his. Once it was over, and she had stopped shaking, his hold on her relaxed. She whimpered softly, because of how sensitive she now was, but the fingers lifted from her over sensitive little nub without further touching, while the tongue slithered out of her. And then his strong hands were on her rump, and she yelped as he lifted her once more, to then put her down gently on her side next to him.

He was on his side too now, facing her, and then he pulled her against him, and pulled the comforter up over them again. She relaxed against his warm body, and the hand connected to the arm draped across her started caressing her back. "That was awesome," he said softly, "best wake-up call ever..."

His prize reached out to his face, and her fingers caressed his cheek. "You were pretty awesome yourself too..., rewarding your pleasure slave for her efforts like you did..., master...," she said, and then she blushed, "I never expected for it to be anything like this, becoming your prize I mean. I never expected to be on the receiving end of so much pleasure. And it isn't just that, it is everything else too, thank you for caring for me so much."

He smiled softly, "I'm only returning the favor Cassy. You get as you give."

Her blush deepened, "I..., I can't..."

He shushed her, "I know, don't worry about it, it's already more than I expected when I accepted you. I was only expecting obedience, and I have already gotten so much more." His smile broadened, "We, the pack, have already gotten so much more... And it is all due to you. You came with this incredible gift of six lovely girls." The hand on her back moved up, and caressed her hair, "It isn't for nothing that all the males care about you, you gave them back something they never expected to find again. And last night, with the mating ceremony, it truly became a reality for them."

"It was great for the girls too," she said softly, "I was worried about what would happen to them after the surrender, about the dangers they would face in the aftermath of a disastrous war..." She chuckled, "I was even more worried about them when they got themselves into trouble by sticking with me, against my orders." She moved her face up to his and kissed him on his nose. "You played a naughty game with them then, but I have long come to the conclusion that you had good intentions from the beginning. And it all worked out well; they are safe, they are cared for, they moved up the social ladder, and, most importantly, they are happy."

Her master smiled, and then he nodded, and she planted another kiss on his nose. "It's a great bunch of males you managed to collect around you, by the way," she complimented him.

Bashuk chuckled, "I could say the same about that bunch of girls you managed to collect around you..." Cassandra smiled proudly. "It wasn't just me," he then continued, "the males weren't so user friendly from the start." His expression became a little subdued, "The pack's harem, its previous harem, played a big role in that, and my now deceased mate especially." He smiled a sad smile, "Roshi was small of stature, but she was not to be trifled with, and she got the males 'in line' just fine. We used to be a pretty rough bunch, but Roshi, helped by the other pack-mates, drastically improved our 'bedside manners'."

The huge orc hugged her close, almost smothering her, and his voice broke, "I miss her..., I miss her so much..., I miss her every day..." Cassandra hugged him back, while her own mind drifted away to Brando. Her master relaxed slowly, and his voice sounded firm, "She's gone now, and I know she wouldn't have wanted for me to sulk. And I also had responsibilities, huge responsibilities, which have only become larger since." She looked up at him questioningly, and he smiled softly, "I used to be responsible for just an orc tribe, but now I'm responsible for an entire country..." She blinked. "Does that surprise you? I thought you already got that...," he reacted.

Cassandra sighed relieved as he further strengthened her belief that he was going to take good care of her people. She caressed him back, and they cuddled for some time, until some faint noises alerted her to the fact that the pack had awakened. "I think it's bathing time..." she whispered.