The Lost Soldier Pt. 01

There may be spelling mistakes. I will fix them at a later date. I just wanted to get the story out after writing it for an entire day.

The lush green of the jungle, a contrast upon the blue sky. The cacophony of animal sounds fill the air. The little chirps and buzzing of insects dominate the landscape below the treeline. The heat radiates off the forest with a slight haze. Deeper within however, the haze is replaced by thick humidity, making the air almost drinkable.

The sweat dripped down Willis' forehead like a rushing waterfall. No matter how much he tried to wipe it, it always returned in full force. The best he could have hoped for was to just be able to keep it from obstructing his sight. He reached back on his right hip for his dull green canteen. He brought it to his lips and took in only a mouthful at a time. Not that he wanted to drink the warm liquid in larger quantities than that. His exhaustion finally got the better of him when his boot collided with a root, forcing him to stumble. He cursed under his breath as he didn't want to give away his position.

Willis decided that it was finally time for a short rest. He took off his rucksack and sat on it. He laid his rifle down. He pulled out a protein bar from the side pocket next to his ammo pouch. He opened the wrapper and took a bite; 'mmm military chocolate'. He smirked as he seemed to be developing a taste for the bars. Digging around in his bag he grabbed hold of something. Thankful for bringing it, he dabbed the towel at his brow. This time, he tucked it into his helmet.

A figure lurched out from some thick shrubbery. Willis' rifle was in his hands and pointed in the direction of the figure in less than a half of a second. He relaxed when he noticed it was his partner. The slim frame of Tyrell made him great for the sniper's scout. His dark skin a complete contrast compared to Willis' light tan. As also, he gave him his stupid grin, that never failed to get a snort and a smirk out of him. Willis stood up, returning his bag onto his back. He walked next to Tyrell, and proved that he earned his nickname 'The Viking'. He was six foot nine inches tall, very muscular, but not body builder level; and he sported a long thick copper beard, and a bald head.

"Shall we get a move on? We still have at least another days journey till we get to our location."

"Well that's all good for you, 'Mr. I got to lounge around.' hmph."

Tyrell emphasized heavily with air quotes. Willis rolled his eyes.

"I sat down long enough to take one bite from my bar before you showed up. I'd hardly call that lounging about."

"Yeah well, still longer than me! I've been on my feet longer than you have."

Willis shook his head and sighed.

"Fine, fine. I'll start on ahead, just don't take too long alright?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

Tyrell smirked and gave him a fake salute.

Willis, now several minutes ahead, found himself at an impasse. There was a wall of shrubs, and vines so thick that he couldn't see through to the other side. He looked to see if maybe he could walk around it, but it went on for much longer than he cared for. The Viking pulled out his machete and started hacking at the foliage. He walked on through the hole he made whilst continuously swiping in front of him. He stepped through the last part, and sighed in relief. He looked about and saw a wall of more vines ahead of him. A sound from behind him alerted him, and he turned on a dime with his rifle ready. He saw the hole he made closing up rapidly.

"Fuck." He whispered.

Several weeks have gone by, but it was hard to tell in the place he found himself in. He felt like Theseus lost in the labyrinth, but sadly he didn't have any magical thread. During his travels, he discovered an opening with a tiny lake and a thick forest teaming with wildlife. He built himself a shelter and spent the rest of his time journeying out in hopes to find am exit. This wore him down mentally as it felt like the days here were longer.

One morning he heard something large stomping by in the forest near him. He slowly exited the lean-to, rifle in hand. He quietly pushed through bushes he had placed to cover his hovel. Willis raised his firearm to in preparation. What he saw was a large creature with gray-ish skin. He noticed that it was wearing a loincloth. He figured that this was an intelligent being, and best to not disturb it nor bring attention to himself. He took a step back, making sure to not draw out a sound from a snapping branch. Unfortunately he forgot to consider something; noticing his screw-up when he heard a loud sniffing echo out. The thing turned in his direction. It had short green hair that it kept in a braid. The creature have a thick brow, but the rest of its face was actually very attractive. That when he noticed her prominent bosom that was uncovered.

He raised his rifle in self-defence, only to see a rotting log soaring through the air in his direction. He ducked in the nick of time. He resumed his position, but his vision was a wall of grey. He looked up to see she was right in front of him. She backhanded the rifle out of his hands, and with the other one grabbed him by the throat. For the first time in his life, he met someone bigger than him. Her hand was so large, that he was rendered unconscious before he had time to pull out his knife.

Willis' eyes flutter open as he feels himself swaying with a steady beat. He tries to shift his body, but was unable to. He looked at his hands that were dangling in front of him; they were tied. When attempting to move his feet, but the same thing happened. This Made him come to the conclusion that they are also affixed. He fidgets about, hoping to throw her off balance and to drop him. His struggle was thwarted with a massive hand connecting with his backside.

"Knock it off pink skin. I no want to drop you. Would be bad if fell on ground."

Her voice, though deep, was still very feminine and soothing. He looked at the ground this time and noticed the large thorns. He sighed and relented, draping himself back over her shoulder. The day came and went, when she finally stopped. The sun had begun its descent. She placed him on the ground in a sitting position against a tree stump. She started a fire, then wandered into the forest, leaving him alone. He wanted to attempt to escape his captor, but decided that this would be a good time to get intel on this maze.

Several hours pass, and the night had fallen when he could feel her coming back. She exited the copse with something dead over her shoulder. The creature could be best describe as if a warthog had a child with an anteater. She prepared it, and speared chunks of it on sticks she had found. She sprinkled some white crystal over the meat. The smell of roasting food made his stomach grumble; remembering that he was rudely awaken before breakfast. She set aside a piece of leather she had from the pouch she had tied to her front, like a sporran. She placed the cooked meat upon it, then returning to make more. The massive woman sat down next to him. She picked him up and placed him on her lap like a toddler. He was still mildly perplexed on finding someone who towered over him, yet nevertheless handled him as gently as she could. She brought a chunk of meat to his mouth.

"You eat now. Need strength for journey."

He nodded and took a bite. It wasn't the best steak he's ever had, but compared to rations it tasted like a two-star meal. He devoured it, hungrier than he thought he was. When he looked up, she was smiling at him.

When all the food was gone, and the rest was smoked into jerky, she leaned back; so far so that her breast made it impossible for him to see her face. He decided that maybe he could use this moment to butter her up.

"Thank you for the meal, It was very tasty. You must be a natural cook."

She returned upright and smiled widely to him. He noticed a dusting of blush upon her cheeks. Now was the opportune time to ask her questions.

"I have to ask... Why did you tie me up, and where are you bringing me?"

"I bring you to village. I never seen a tiny pink skin before. Want to show shaman."

"Pink thing? You mean a human? You don't have humans wherever this is?"

She gave him a queer look before shaking her head.

"Me no heard of human. That's why I take with me."

She started petting the beard on his face. A giggle escaped her lips, and he thought it was cute.

"I see you like my beard."

She nodded.

"Me never see this before. You a strange thing. Me like."

They continue their conversation a little before they went quiet. Something clicked in his head that he forgot to ask.

"I'm sorry if I was rude, but I forgot to ask your name."

She gasped, and placed the bottom of her fist to the palm of her other hand.

"That right! Shaman always say, 'Mog, you have to tell people name when meet.' Me name is Mog. What yours?"

Her demeanour contradicts her overall look, which forces the soldier to smile.

"My name is Willis, but please call me Will. It's a pleasure to meet you Mog. Could I ask another favour?"

She pursed her lips before giving him the OK.

"Could you perhaps untie me? These bindings are uncomfortable."

"But if I do that, you run. Me not let cute human to leave Mog. Mog have big plans!"

Willis contemplated a moment on what her plans could be, but the most important thing is to get her to trust him. For some reason, he couldn't bear to le and break her heart.

"Well I understand why you would think that. At first I did think I would, but not any more."

"No?"

"No. You have been kind to me, and maybe being by your side wouldn't be so bad. I have much to learn about this place, and it's better than spending the rest of my life alone in that forest back there. I promise to not run away Mog."

She squinted at him. Thoroughly analysing his words. Ultimately she decided to trust him and removed his bindings. She grasped his wrist and flexed the muscles. He stood up from her lap and stretched. That's when a wind blew by, and sent a chill down his spine. He took for granted Mog's warmth. She noticed this and grabbed him again, this time placing his head between her massive breast. He exclaimed a bit, before realizing what she did. He relaxed and closed his eyes, promptly falling asleep.

The next morning he woke up to being draped over her shoulder again. He stretched this time, happy to not be bound. He patted her on the back to garner her attention. She turned the head.

"Yes? What you want? You not comfortable?"

"Oh, I am cosy, but I'd much rather walk."

"I would love for you to walk, but you not be able to keep up with tiny legs. So me carry you."

He sighed in reluctance.

"Very well, but could I at least be spun around? I would much rather have you look at my face than my ass."

She giggled.

"OK. I can do. You have cute bottom though, me will be sad to see it go."

She patted him there one last time before she lifted him of her shoulder. She replaced him with his face meeting hers.

"Finally a view worth looking at."

He smiled at her. She blushed and turned her gaze away. He relaxed with his eyes downward. 'God her breast are something to look at. Don't know how things so massive can withstand gravity like this.' He reached down in a fake stretching motion, hoping to cope a feel. They were so soft. She giggled.

"Will like breast? Why you like, they just to feed young ogres."

Willis had an answer to a question he didn't know how to broach.

"Well Mog, they can also be used for pleasure."

"They feel good? Me will have to try this. But how you know? You no have any."

"What do you mean? I'm a man. We don't have breast."

She stops, picks him up, and holds him in front of her. Mog looks him over carefully before speaking.

"What is man? Everybody have breast, penis, and vagina. If you no have breast, do you have penis and vagina?"

Will stared at her. A look of shock crossed his face, then he looked down. He noticed the large bulge from under her loincloth. 'So that's what was jabbing into me last night.' Not sure if he's glad to have had that mystery solved. He returned to looking her in the face before answering her question.

"Ah, no. I only have one of those."

"The vagina for breeding?"

"No. The penis."

Completely flummoxed, she took a seat.

"But how you make babies?"

Will put his hand on her knee, feeling the need to help her.

"Where I am from, we have a separate gender it would seem. They are called females. They are the ones with the breast and vagina."

She looked so disheartened that he couldn't help but feel bad, even though he didn't know why.

"Why are you so sad about that?"

She looked down at him finally.

"Because big plan was to bring you back and fill you full of babies."

Will stood there, mouth agape. Never had he been that flabbergasted in all his live. He's heard some wild tales and seen some messed up things during his military career, but this one stunned him. She sighed and pet his beard, hoping it'd make her feel better. It did. Her petting brought him out of his stupor. He sat up on her lap and let her continue to stroke his facial hair, as he buried himself in her chest. All things considered, he wished that he could at least stay around with her as a friend. She collected herself, and stood up, Willis in her arms. She replaces him on her shoulder and she resumes her journey.

"So you are still bringing me with you, it seems. How come?"

"Mog still think you cute. Take you home and keep you. Still bring you to shaman, maybe she help."

"Help in what?"

"I don't know. But I try anyway. You too cute to not be swollen with kids."

He didn't know how he felts about her newfound determination to impregnate him, but knowing it'd be impossible, he decided to let her try. Couldn't hurt, could it?

Several days pass, the two get to know each other better. She tells him a bit about the Labyrinth they are in. Mog also explained why she was out when she found him. She was looking for a mate. He asked why she didn't find one in her village. She tells him that it's because she isn't attracted to other ogres. The shaman gave her permission to leave and find her own way. Though the tribe would always welcome her back, mate and all.

One evening on the journey back, she had left him at the camp to prepare food. He noticed she was gone a bit longer than usual. Deciding against his better judgement, he ventured into the forest in the direction she left. He had heard running water not too far off. He pushed through some branches and spotted where the sound was coming from. A haze of steam floated about the area. He bent over and touched the water, it was hot, but just the right temp for a bath. He disrobed and waded his way in.

Willis didn't think she would mind if he finally washed himself up a bit after several weeks in this place. He submerged his body in the water. He swam about gently, enjoying his bath. He had pulled out a small bar of soap from his pants side pocket and lathered himself up. He rinsed the soap out of his beard, then bumped into something soft. He reached back and grabbed hold of this soft cylindrical object firmly. His eyes went wide as he felt it get harder, and raise upwards. He let go turned around to see Mog standing there naked, and a massive grin and a deep red blush on her face. Her cock, now erect, must have been at least ten inches and half the size of a soda pop can. He never really noticed how muscular she actually was, and he really appreciated her beauty when she was being shy. Her voice brought him out of his thoughts.

"Me not know Will would still want Mog like that. This make me happy to know this. Your hand felt nice on penis. Could you do it again?"

Willis never considered himself attracted to the opposite sex before, but he never discounted it. He certainly appreciated some of the more effeminate men he's seen around the world. This was something else. Sure she had a dick, but it looked right on her and oddly accentuated her beauty. He stepped forward and affixed his hand upon her member. She moaned slightly. His fingers glided down the shaft to the thick tangle of pubic hair. Even with being such a large man with equally large hands, he could still just fit both his hands on it. He looked up. Mog's eyes were heavily lidded in ecstasy.

"Do you like this?"

She bit her large lower lip and nodded.

"Good. Now I'm going to do something you'll enjoy more."

She gasped as she looked down to see him spit into both his hands, and returned it to her penis. He stroked with one hand along the shaft, and the other pulled her foreskin down and rubbing the head. She gritted her teeth; never feeling like this. She had only roughly masturbated as a means to an end. This was a whole n'other experience that made it difficult for her not to shoot her cum. Before she could warn him, thick powerful shots ejaculated out of her cock. Will managed to close his eyes in time, feeling the warmth of her sperm all over his body at this point. The sheer amount surprised him.

She moaned hard as she felt him continue his assault upon her still hard cock. She told his to stop, and when he didn't, she picked him up and brought him over to the edge of the pool. With her still in the water, and him on the shoreline, will was almost able to look her in the eyes dead-on. Not thinking straight, he decided to try something. He planted his lips upon hers. She was startled, not understanding what he was doing, but soon she remembered that some races call this kissing.

His lips felt good on hers. Mog's eyes began to cross and closed, feeling the pleasure in her whole body. Her cock stood much firmer than it ever had. Will's tongue moved into her mouth, where they started to intertwine with one another. She needed him, craved him. The ogre pulled him closer to her, her breast pushed fully against his chest. Her nipples hardened and rubbed over his. She moaned, but released herself from the kiss. What was happening to her tits, and why did touching them on his feel good? He saw the confusion on her face as she tried working through her thoughts. Will decided to not let up and give her time to refuse trying this new sensation. He grabbed hold firmly her right breast, and lowered his head. He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked gently.

"Oh no! What you doing to Mog? I feel too good."

He smirked, and released her nipple with a pop. He moved over to the other one, but this time he only flicked the tip with his tongue. He then ran it along the perimeter of her large areola. She grabbed his head and pushed it onto it instead, forcing him to suck. She moaned loud, and trembling from having a dry orgasm.

Mog released him, and laid down on the shore whilst huffing and puffing. Will kneeled next to her head, looking into her copper coloured eyes. He pecked her lips gently.

"Don't tell me you are already done?"

She Rubbed the top of his head and smiled.

"I would love to try something I've never done before. I'm sure you'll enjoy it f you let me."

This piqued her curiosity. What could he possibly do that would be better? What he had done was already spectacular. She agreed to his request. He lowered himself to her waist, grabbed her cock firmly, and commenced to lick the head. Mog arched her back. He brought the tip into his mouth and sucked on it. A loud grunt escaped his lips, followed by a deep moan like a beast in heat. Her cock was thick, but he felt that he could definitely get more of her in. Hoping to eventually be able to take her fully into his throat. That dream didn't take long to fulfil as she grabbed his head and pulled her cock all the way into his mouth. He gagged a bit, but relaxed. He could smell her musk on her pubes that his nose was now buried in. The scent alone made his own cock harden to the point where it was almost painful. She pulled out of his throat, only to return it back just as fast.

The forest had gone quiet, and the only sound was of will's throat being assaulted. Mog didn't let up for a moment. Several minutes passed, when he suddenly felt her cock swell. She slammed his face back down into her pubic hair, and yelled out fiercely.

"You are mine!"

A warmth emanated deep in his stomach as it rapidly filled with her cum. For some reason, this made Will's own cock shoot out a load. His eyes crossed in pure ecstasy. Mog, finally done, pulled her dick out with a shlorting sound. A string of her sperm ran along his tongue, giving him a taste of her flavour. To his surprise, he didn't hate the flavour or the texture. He plopped himself down between her sweaty breast. She brought him close, and they fell asleep right there.

The suns rays beat down on his face, forcing his to wake up. He found himself snuggled close to Mog as the little spoon. A sensation he was unfamiliar with due to his size, but welcomed it nevertheless. He felt pressure on his testicles. He observed that she had got hard again at some point, and was now strangled between his legs. He reached up and patted her on the cheek. Her eyes flitted open.

"Good morning beautiful. I'd love to stay here longer, but don't we have somewhere to be?"

She blinked the sleep from her eyes and looked towards the sun. She groaned.

"Not want to leave yet. Comfy. Will right though. Still another day walk to village."

They ate a quick meal, and proceeded deeper into the labyrinth.

The next day, Will could see an exit to the maze. He saw several yurts in the opening. Mog pointed to the big one at the centre. She told him it belonged to the shaman, and that would be their first stop.

Upon entering the village, they were greeted by friends, family, and neighbours of hers. There was also questions about her tiny companion. Felt like everyone in the village had gathered up to see the human and fondle his weird chin hair. In his world, ogres were always portrayed as rough monsters who inflict violence. Not here. Here they are very communal and loving. Even being a strange new race, they still treated him with respect. a few tried getting handsy, but were promptly smacked by some of the older ladies. The only people here that were at eye level were the pre-teens. They would stroke his beard, giggle to each other, then run away. Will couldn't help but smile. This was a nice change of pace from his past life. Being feared in places he went.

Eventually they graced the doorway to the home of the shaman. There was loud moaning sounds leaking from the leather door cover. Mog chuckled and called out. A groan echoed came from within, signalling for them to enter. Willis averted his eyes as he saw the older shaman grunting from behind another ogre roughly the same age. Her hands were firmly gripping their partners hips as she slammed her cock in, forcing a moan from the bent over woman. A moment later her thrust came quick, then stopped abruptly. The shaman sighed in relief, and pulled her penis out. She tucked it back into her loincloth, and tapped her partner on the behind. Her partner could only muster a groan, remaining bent over an odd pedestal.

The shaman motioned for the pair to follow her into the rear of her home. Though before entering the doorway, Willis looked back. He saw the woman's pussy agape, and sperm flowing out as if it was a waterfall. He whistled and continued on.

They sat down on little cushions that were placed on the floor. The shaman hugged Mog before taking her seat.

"It is good to see you Mog. Many moons have gone by since you left us. How were your travels?"

"Journey good. Long but worth it. Me find pink skin called human, Also my mate."

She placed her large hand on his shoulder, pulling him into her bosom. The shaman observed Willis closely, before leaning over to a shelf filled with leather scrolls. She unfurls it on the ground. It showed an image of different races of this world. A second world, smaller, was off into one of the corners. It had a picture of the female and male humans next to it.

"The goddess gave us this world long ago. She had created another place as well, but only filled it with you humans. Some time ago, she had decided that certain humans would be allowed passage into this land. Why she does this is still a mystery. Many believe it is because she feels that these people who have a better life here than in their real home. Would this be true? Maybe you can tell us a bit about your past?"

She took Willis hand in hers gingerly, and patted it. This was oddly comforting to him. He told them of his past as a soldier, and that he would go from place to place becoming a bringer of death. Before coming to this place, he felt that he was already a dead person trapped in a flesh suit that wouldn't let him die. Mog rubbed his head in a comforting way, knowing that this story was hard for him to tell. The shaman noticed how she had changed making her smile.

"It seems the theories are correct. Though we will never know for certain on the Goddesses true intentions. Do not worry little one, you are safe here. You no longer have to be a warrior. Be a good mate for my Mog. The sweetest ogre around. Now I cannot think you only came here to show him to me, right?"

Mog shook her head.

"No. He tell me he no have wee ones. This true?"

"Normally this is true yes. You know you are able to have babies too right?"

"Me know that, but me think Willis too cute to not have big belly filled with Mog babies."

Willis cleared his throat. The shaman gave him a whimsical look.

"If you could Willis, would you even want to carry her brood?"

He contemplated it before answering.

"I suppose if it were possible I wouldn't be adverse to it. I've grown to care deeply for her. Though I would also love to see her pregnant with my brood."

Mog blushed and playfully pushed him away. With her strength, she ended up pushing her further than expected. He laughed. The shaman smiled and motioned for him to come closer. He obliged. She whispered something in his ear.

"I have a spell that has been passed down from shaman to shaman. This spell will allow for even human males to carry offspring in this world. Would you like me to cast it?"

"I would, but I have a question. Would this make me grow a vagina? Because I'm unsure how I'd feel about that."

The shaman chuckled and shook her head.

"No you wouldn't. It creates a separate passage within you rectum. This passageway leads to the new womb. It will open whenever it feels your butt begin to stretch from receiving the cock of your lover. That fine with you?"

"Yes."

Willis was laid upon the ground in the main area of the shaman's yurt. She had drawn a rough circle with different symbols around it. She told him to close his eyes and focus on having a womb. He followed her instructions. The shaman began chanting in a strange language whilst doing a little dance. Mog sat off to the side. She was curious to what they were up to. The shaman kneeled next to Will's body, and placed her hand upon his bare stomach. A swirl of energy formed around her, then channelled through her, and into him. She stood up, picking him up with her. She kissed him on the forehead.

"Welcome to the tribe little one. You are now family, and are to be wed to Mog after what we have talked about has come to fruition."

Will nodded and thanked her. He told Mog that they should leave now that the ritual is finished. She still had a look of confusion on her face as it darted back and forth between the shaman and him. The shaman smiled and nodded to her, telling her it was OK to leave. Mog understood and grabbed her partners hand, venturing out into the village.

At the far end of town sat a single yurt. It looked enough to house a large family. Mog moved the flap aside and walked in. She was greeted by an older Ogress who got up from the firepit in the centre of the main building. Willis was spotted, and without missing a beat the ogress picked him up into a tight hug. Mog introduced him as her mate. He believed this woman to be her mother as she looked like a slightly older version of Mog. He thought she was quite attractive as well. She had long green hair that was in a thick braid that dangled to her waist. Like her daughter, her bosom was quite large; it scared him, and turned him on a bit wondering what it would be like to be mashed between them.

"Will, this be mother. She sweet and take care of you when Mog out hunting."

"It's a pleasure to meet you ma'am."

"No ma'am here. Call me Mol. I take care good care of the mate."

Her smile was warm and motherly, something that was unfamiliar to him. He was an orphan who never was adopted. Mol told them to go to the other side of the yurt so she could prepare their meal for tonight. She also winked not so subtly at her daughter. Mog brought him into a smaller sized place off the main house. There were furs and pillows littered about.

"Is this your bedroom?"

She shook her head.

"This family bedroom."

"The whole family? Is it just going to be four of us?"

"Four? Oh! No. Other mother die. She hunted too big a monster. Protected the town she did. Why family was given big home. They honour her by taking care of family."

Willis removed his gear, and his shirt. Mog bit her lip upon seeing his rippling muscles. He took a seat and leaned against a pile of pillows.

"If your mother sleeps with us, how will we make love with one another?"

She looked confused again, which he was getting used to seeing her in this state more than any others. She finally realized that he may not know how ogre houses work.

"You family mate. Not just Mogs. Ogres bring new mates to home, then they share mate. Ogre no longer do this once they leave home and start new family. But i no want to leave mother alone. So Mog stay. So you now My mate and hers. Shame you no have babies."

This news should have baffled him, but he decided that he needs to get used to how things are in this place. He refused to leave Mog as well. Plus, two sexy ogres should keep him busy. He told Mog to come close. When she arrived close enough to hear his whisper, he told her what the ritual was really for. She stood up wide-eyed.

"YOU CAN HAVE BABIES!"

Mol ran into the room, wondering what was going on.

"What wrong kin? You yell loud. So loud you wake your other mother from death."

"I sorry mother. Will tells me he can have brood! Human men couldn't have before."

"I know of humans and know they no have brood. I trained to be shaman in past. They teached me this. So what you mean he can make babies? Mog and Mol get pregnant?"

"Yes that too, but no. Shaman cast spell. Gave him baby chamber. He get pregnant too."

Mol gasped, and hugged her daughter. She ran over to Willis and hugged him too. She wandered back over to her daughter.

"OK. Mother finish making meal, and let you make baby first."

"Wait mother. Will come here? Show mother the thing called 'kissing'."

Willis laughed when her mothers face contorted into confusion. She looked exactly like her daughter. He made his way off the pillows. Mother and daughter both ogled his sexy body. He told Mol to bend over, which she did, expecting a different kind of hug. He placed his lips on hers briefly. She sunk to her knees, staring at his in bafflement. She touched her lips where he had kissed.

"How mother feel?"

"Weird."

"But mother liked?"

She turned her head to her daughter.

"Mother liked a lot. I have another?"

"Mog sure he give more, but let Will guide you. It get much better."

She nodded, and her face was turned back to him. His hand rested on her cheek, caressing it gently. This sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. This time he kissed her sensually. They intertwined their tongues together, causing Mol to moan. He broke off the kiss, a string of saliva connected to each other's mouths. She felt her daughters hand upon her shoulder.

"He sweet right?"

She nodded, eyes lidded.

"He love us both. Now mother no be lonely any more."

Mol's eyes fluttered open, staring deeply into Will's eyes. Unlike her daughter, her eyes were of a gold colour.

"This true Will? You decide to love Mol too?"

He nodded. Mol started to cry. Will & Mog both hugged her till she stopped. She told will that she had been alone for many years, and feared that her daughter would leave and find a mate for herself. Mog reassured her that would never happen.

Mol had returned to the kitchen leaving Mog and Will alone in the room. He grabbed her hand and motioned for her to join him on the bed. They sat together, with him on her lap. They kissed each other passionately. Happy to be able to do this again, she moaned the whole time. Soon he felt her growing penis. He pulled it out of it's holster, and placed it between his legs. He lightly caressed the head with his thumb when pulling her foreskin down. She moaned louder. He broke the kiss off so he could suckle on her head. She waited long enough for this moment, that she impatiently lifted him off of her and put him on all fours. She spread his cheeks, and began licking at his asshole. He moaned at the feeling of her wide tongue lapping at his folds. Kicking himself that he never tried this years ago.

Once he was thoroughly slathered in her spit, she got on her knees behind him. She pressed the head of her large cock to his tight ring. He gave her the OK to proceed. She was eager to feel him upon her dick, but also didn't want to cause him pain. She slowly pushed inwards. The tip of her penis popped into his hole. They both groaned with pleasure. He felt inside him as if there was a change down there. This was what the shaman meant. His 'pussy' had been opened to accept his partners cock and semen. She thrust in a bit deeper, burying half of it into him. He couldn't wait any longer either, so he pushed the other five inches into him in one swift stroke. Mog nearly came on the spot. She gritted her teeth and took a deep breath.

"Naughty Will. Trying to make me cum fast and finish too soon. Mog show you that it not so easy. Ass be bred for many hours."

She grab hold of his hips, and pulled out, but only as far as the tip. She thrust her cock back in hard, the loud slap of flesh echoed throughout the room. Will grunted in pleasure.

"Yes Mog. Breed your mate good. Make me not be able to walk I'll be so swollen with your babies."

She pulled her long cock out again, before returning it hard. Again, and again. Each thrust she picked up the pace. Their moans could be heard throughout the village that evening. Will was on his back, sucking on her nipples as she continued her assault on his hold. The sound of their flesh smacking together drowning out her grunts. Finally, she yelled out.

"TAKE MY SEED MATE. GIVE ME KIN!"

The first shot felt like he got a hot punch to the guts.

"Oh fuck yes! This feels amazing! Never stop breeding me!"

Another load fires deep into his womb.

"MOG AND MOTHER NEVER STOP BREEDING YOU. YOU HAVE OGRE COCK ALL DAY!"

Her third shot sloshed in with the other two loads, and began spurting out the sides of his ass; it leaked onto the bed. Her fourth and final load made its way in somehow. He knew that he was definitely going to get pregnant after this.

She collapsed on top of him, her panting drowned out his pleas for air. She eventually rolled off of him, her cock softened enough to plop out. Thick globs of cum poured out of him. When he felt like he had a moment of reprieve, Mol burst into the room. She tore off her loincloth, and her cock stood hard. it wasn't as long as her daughters, but was way girthier than hers.

"Supper done. Now mother breed Will. I show you how much I love you too."

Mog rolled over more to accommodate her mother. Her mother had a slight little paunch of fat instead of abs, but that turned will on just as much. Without waiting, she peeled her foreskin back, and thrust it deep into him. The loud squelching signalled at just how full he already was. He hoped the pounding would push much of it out so he had room for more semen. If her daughter was half the size of a soda can, then her mother was definitely close to the whole can. He grunted as he tried to accept all of her in.

Mol leaned forward, passionately kissed Will. She appeared to be calmer outside of the bedroom, but inside she was a fierce lover. His ass was a bit sore from Mog, but after her, he was sure he would have bruises; even a few claw marks. She had reached under his and ran her nails along his back. He wondered if she would be like her daughter and love having her nipples sucked. Her nipples were larger, as well as the areola. He sucked on it gently, flicking it with his tongue. The sensation made her cum on the spot.

"NO!! MOL NOT WANT TO CUM YET! NGH!"

Her loads were much larger than her daughters. Her cum felt so hot, that he was sure it scalded his womb. He cum shots didn't abate for several minutes. Even after all that, she was still hard. Mog had recovered and was fully erect again.

"OK mother. Mog turn again."

"But mother not done yet!"

She pleaded. Mog smiled devilishly. She rolled them both over so that Will was on top of Mol. She positioned herself, her cock by his hold that was still being occupied.

"What are you doing Mog? You aren't going to do what I think you are going to?"

"No worry Will. Mother and me prove we both love you lots and fill your belly full of babies."

She spit into her hand, and rubbed it over the head of her cock. Will continuously begged her not to, and tried fidgeting. It was all in vain, as Mol refused to let go. Mog slid her cock in, rubbing up against the bottom of her mothers shaft. It was tight going, but she managed to get it all in. Will laid in her mothers are, twitching in ultimate pleasure. He thought it would hurt, but was mistaken.

"We start now sweetie?"

"Yes mother. When I push, you pull."

"OK. Can do."

They began fucking him together. Like the perfect team, they alternated between them. Always making sure that there was always a cock and a half inside their mate. Will drooled in ecstasy, unable to form words, or even make a sound. He had hoped that this time they would shoot their loads faster. He made a grave error. They pummelled his ass from supper till the sun went down. Never taking a break in their thrust.

After several more hours, the village was alive with the sounds of fucking. The moans coming from the edge of town had made everyone horny. Only after everyone in the village finished did he get his reprieve. Twin cum shots into his womb was the most exhilarating feeling in the world. He wanted to feel this forever.

Mother and daughter rolled onto their sides. They fell asleep with their cocks still wedged deep into their partner. He finally got his wish of being squeezed between their massive breast.