>>6037917>>6037949>>6037961>>6038112>>6038145>>6038158>>6038161>>6038380"Race-mix! Race-mix! Race-mix!" chants Shekelstein Gnomeberg quite gnomishly, as you square off against Urza Pelviscrusher, the widow of the old chieftain, Azov the Defiler.
"Shut up, merchant," grunts one of the orcs, giving the long-nosed gnome a bonk on the head that quickly silences him.
You're not one for public displays and would vastly prefer some privacy, but as a lawful good paladin, you respect the local laws, and orc law insists this spectacle occur before the entire tribe. You recall the wisdom of the legendary paladin, Sir Ice of House T: "Paladinin' ain't easy." In fact, paladinin' is hard—rock hard at the moment.
With a clatter, your last piece of armor hits the ground, and you stand as naked as the day you were born, just like Urza Pelviscrusher. The assembled orcs gasp at the sight of your impressively thick and rock-hard member. "How are you so big?" they marvel.
In a morose tone, you explain, "Humans have the largest penis-to-body ratio of all primates. You'll see 7-feet-tall orcs with mere 3-inchers, while a 5-foot-11 human might be sporting a thick, hard 9-incher. And it's often sung in battle hymns that once you go human, you don't go back."
The female orcs stare at your erect manhood appreciatively with clear fascination and interest, while the male orcs appear intimidated and nervous. "How can we ever compete?" they whisper among themselves, suddenly afflicted with awe and an inferiority complex.
You fix your gaze on Urza, the widow of the orc chieftain you slew, continuing, "Paladins take vows of celibacy. It requires immense willpower to remain celibate in these challenging times. That willpower and pent-up energy can transform into massive raw power." You wrestle the 300+ pound, muscle-thick orc woman to the ground, channeling a lifetime's worth of sexual frustration and willpower, finally letting loose. "I'm the top," you whisper confidently, and JAM IT IN!
> 1. The intense ordeal lasts for hours until a thoroughly exhausted Urza submits and acknowledges your human paladin supremacy.> 2. Gnomeberg presents you with a medal for race-mixing, colonizing the orcs, and being of great service to his tribe. He also calls you a 'real mensch', whatever that means.> 3. Urza, recognizing her womb has been fertilized by your superior human seed, pledges her undying loyalty to you, solidifying your rule over the tribe.> 4. The orcs, both fearful and respectful, vow to follow your every command without question. They even erect a statue of you mating pressing Urza, forever immortalizing your taming of the old chieftain's widow.> 5. The orcs organize a great feast in honor of their new chieftain. Famished after your intense session, you and Urza share the main meal together—a serving of pork. However, your heart sinks when you notice Azov's corpse is missing.> 6. You ask your horse if he is proud of you. He neighs indifferently in response.> _ (USER WAS BANNED FOR THIS POST) 