A fairly p*rny half-giant. (Patreon)

...Sophia swallowed after hearing the tale, wondering if they were there for revenge then because she had taken their new, comfortable life from them by slaying the dark wizard? But the thought was quickly banished. Because if so how did they know of the prince, and that he was royalty, bother holding him hostage, and why would they lay down their arms?

The Orcs that had attempted to attack her when she burst out of the tent with her sword in hand swallowed nervously in turn as well, as realization sunk in they had attempted to attack an individual who had apparently soloed the wizard and his minions all by herself, a feat the combined might of their two clans could not accomplish.

"How did you find us then? And you still haven't told me how you know off the prince."

Sophia replied, straightening herself to her full height and staring the Orcs down, clutching her bedsheets close to her formidable chest as they loosely draped over her luscious form. And she looked over to her charge, who, in the comfort of the lead Orc lady's even larger cleavage and stimulated by her detailed account of the orgy, had grown to full mast again and was absent-mindedly stroking the two-foot-long pole jutting out of his groin off as he looked back and forth between the two parties while the conversation progressed.

"Ve vollowed his... discharge"

The huge black Orc replied as she looked down at the prince in front of her, her eyes drawn to the enormous tool sticking far out of his groin.

"Ah"

Was all Sophia could say in turn, the amount of his emissions did leave an easy trail to follow behind... especially with the frequency of his expulsions in mind.

The explanation for how they knew of the prince was similarly simple. Apparently the wizard was not pleased with his usual test subjects, they were getting him nowhere, and so he demanded royal blood to be used in his rituals and experiments. And they had simply heard tale of this on their patrols and saw him get escorted into the keep months back.

"So... what do you want from us?"

Sophia asked, tearing her gaze away from the prince's imposing, and quite delicious looking, manhood to look up at the Orc lady, who was having difficulty herself not reaching out and helping him stroke that thick, throbbing, luscious... she shook her head, not wanting to finish the thought, for the moment at least.

"It is knovn ve are not..."

She paused again, looking for the words.

"...givted in the ways of the magiics. But... vhen ve raided the vizard's castle after you slew him and his, ve... vound his research"

She had a peculiar way of saying magic, no doubt a result of her dialect slipping through her otherwise impeccable mastery of the common tongue, Sophia and the others looking on and waiting for her to continue.

"And you muzt understand ve- ve vant to continue living this new life. It is... pleasurable. Ve did not mean to scare you, or attack you"

The tall dark green lady continued, briefly looking over to her three warriors that attacked, who, along with a couple of others, sheepishly averted their gaze.

"Ve merely vish vor your help. You are travelling to the capital of this land to seek aid and vix the prince no? Instead ov returning him immediately to his vamily and kingdom."

Sophia looked down. This was true, the Prince's frequent needs was slowing them down, and she had noticed she, and many others were easily drawn in to copulate with the prince... beyond what would be normally reasonable...

...not that she didn't enjoy it, but if the rescue attempt was to be successful, some haste might do them good.

And so a deal was struck, the band of Orcs had brought with them piles of books and scrolls covered in writing, notes and convoluted magical equations, even stone tablets, amulets, and some earlier concoctions were brought along. To be presented to the local mages guild in hopes that they could figure it out for them. The Orcs themselves were not welcome in the city, and would travel back to their main camp. But as an insurance two of their number, a tall female warrior named Sharog who was particularly taken with her new, sexy body and preferred to wear little of anything to show it off, and the diminutive (and ridiculously thick) Goblin girl Mugbel, who chiefly saw to it the collection of notes, scrolls and books made the journey intact, would come along with the Knight's growing party of travelling compatriots. They would simply camp outside of the city walls, their small number hiding them from the city's prying eyes. The collection of magic research could be loaded on the farmer's cart and smuggled inside.

"What about us?"

The farmer asked, gathering his children around him as they took in the sight of the collection of scantily clad Orc women, unusually beautiful, and felt themselves growing erect once again despite the earlier orgy of their own.

"You are varmer, correct?"

He nodded.

"You could come wiv us, teach us how to till the magiics invused lands, I am sure its boons vould be... grativying. Ve hav been trying ourselves but... ve are nomads by nature, and ve make many mistakes"

"And in return?"

He asked, eagerness in his voice as he and his sons looked over the bodacious amounts of green, soft curves. His one Daughter and Bernadette ogling the savagely handsome burly men. The tall female Orc smirked in reply.

"You get us~"

She said, as the Orc party stepped forward again, this time dropping more than their weapons as she herself finally reached for the Prince's shaft and began tenderly jacking him off with her large hand and strong grip.

"You like my breasts boy?~"

She crooned as the tall green lady looked down at the prince while she worked his manhood, and with her other hand reached for the leather straps keeping her armour in place, and let those enormous green udders of hers free to spill out over his shoulders on either side of his head. He merely nodded in return...

Hey all,

To talk a bit about the lady up there herself because I added a little lore blurb for the Dwarf as well. Jötunn is another one of those terms that applies to a variety of creatures, but is mostly used in reference to giants of some form. It can also be seen getting used to refer to Ogres, Trolls, and even Demons (so long as they are huge). As can be seen from the lady, who is just... a tall lady, we're talking about its more common usage. She's half-giant.

"But SoCarter," I hear you ask "-what is the other half then?"

Well to answer that let me first say that, after showing off a small number of hybrids in previous uploads, I would one of these days like to get a little more in-depth on the topic of inter-racial and inter-species relations. But for the moment let me just say that both Humans and Dwarves can freely interbreed with their giant kin, and that the difference between a half-Giant-half-Human and half-Giant-half-Dwarf hybrid is negligible.

SoCarter out.