The next month saw more orcs sent as tribute. I let Kendala onboard them, emphasizing that the idea was to find things for them to do that they would enjoy doing and would be good at.

“They’ll enjoy doing what they’re told to enjoy,” Kendala told me.

“Well, what they’re good at,” I told her. “People often enjoy what they’re good at. Probably some of them would be good blacksmiths, maybe some have magical aptitude, some can read and write –”

“What they were selected for was their ability to turn you on, Abby. If you want them to do what they are good at, take them to your bed.”

I smiled. “That would mean less time for you.”

Kendala frowned. “You think I don’t know that? But I want to serve you as best I can, and –”

“I’m sure they are good at more than one thing. Everyone is.”

“Would it really kill you to fuck each of them at least once?” Kendala asked, annoyed, and stormed out.

I won’t say it wasn’t distracting. They walked around naked all the time, or naked except for gaudy jewelry in some cases. Every time they saw me they would strike a provocative pose, or even start a sensuous dance. I could have picked one more or less at random and gotten to know her, but there was no way I could do it for forty-eight of them, so I smiled, told them they were very sexy, and moved on. A few times I came home from a long day on building projects, and they’d be dancing out front of my house. Kendala wasn’t wrong. They were good at turning me on. I’d go inside, find one of my lovers, and take them to bed before eating dinner.

No one seemed to mind that arrangement much.

During that time, I built a water tower, a pumping station, and laid a lot of pipe – with help, of course. I laid sewage lines, too. We were well on our way to at least twentieth-century plumbing. Gruush built a road to the Gnome Republic, and Splat duplicated enough radio relays that we had instant communication with Betsy, so I could order pretty much anything I wanted as long as the gnomes had a sample of it there. Zombies regularly carried things back and forth along the road.

At the end of the month slightly under three hundred members of the Yuri sect of L’shan arrived, led by Varsho himself. I was amused at what they called themselves. We had a spot all picked out for them, and they set up their tents and started building more permanent structures. Most of them kept to themselves, but a few, including Varsho, came into Blowhaven regularly.

I think the dancing naked orc women had something to do with who visited, and who stayed away.

One day, though, I came home and the atmosphere in my home was decidedly off. Jill smiled at me, but she looked nervous.

“What’s wrong?”

“Gren, Kendala, and Zargaza are waiting for you in the bedroom,” she said.

“Oh?” I chuckled. “Zargaza is here? There are worse fates.”

“Good luck,” Jill said. “Just wanted to warn you that the vibe is decidedly chilly.”

I sighed. “Alright. Well, what do they say about what polyamory porn would look like? A bunch of people having difficult conversations?”

Jill nodded. “Enjoy your porn, then.”

I walked into the bedroom. Zargaza and Gren were definitely showing. Their bellies were bare, rounded, and their belly buttons had gone from innies to outies. They weren’t happy to see me, for some reason. Hormones? But no, Kendala was annoyed too. And naked, which wasn’t that unusual, but didn’t fit the vibe.

“Hi everyone,” I said.

Zargaza sprang across the room with surprising speed. She pushed my shoulders against the wall and pinned me there. I thought maybe she was playing with me, so I pushed back, but she held me tight.

I looked at Gren and Kendala, and they just shrugged.

“What the fuck, Abby?” Zargaza asked.

“What? What did I do?” I tried not to get distracted by her breasts, which had grown a size, pushing against mine.

“It’s what you haven’t done,” Zargaza said. “Oh! I’m so fucking angry!”

“I’m going to build sewage lines for you right after we do the troll village. You have to admit they need it more.”

“I don’t give a crap about the crap, Abby!” Zargaza screamed at me. “Just do your fucking job!”

“What?”

“I thought we agreed to let me do the talking,” Gren said. “Isn’t that why you got me here? I’ve studied Earth culture a little.”

“Gren’s right, Zargaza,” Kendala said. “As much as I enjoy seeing Abby get told off right now.” She looked at me. “Just because I’d willingly die for you doesn’t mean I’m not pissed.”

Zargaza said, “Fine,” and let me go.

Things were clearly not fine. Right then, despite my curvy body, I felt very much like a guy amongst a bunch of pissed off women.

I sat on the bed. “Okay, I’ve clearly screwed up somewhere. Tell me about it.”

“Don’t go being fucking reasonable now,” Zargaza said.

Gren’s voice cut through. “Self-esteem, Abby.”

“What?”

“Cultural sensitivity.” Gren smiled. “I got that one from Jill.”

“Okay, you’ve successfully got my attention. Now, maybe complete sentences?”

“You have forty-eight women out there. They may have come as property, but they are women with feelings and emotions and – they are also orcs, with orc values, orc culture, all of that. They aren’t twenty-first century humans, and they aren’t trolls. You think we’re all the same on the inside, and you’re probably more right than wrong. But they feel what they feel.”

“Alright. They are people. I agree with that. In fact, I’ve been trying to treat them that way.”

“And what they fucking feel,” Kendala said, “Is that they’ve fucking failed. That they are ugly, and worthless, and a disgrace to their people.”

“Because of you,” Zargaza said.

“But there’s a huge power imbalance, and –” I broke off, because Zargaza looked like she might punch me.

“Abby,” Gren said. “Even Jill thinks we’re right. You don’t have a problem having sex with Kendala and Inka. You’re drawing a line that doesn’t need to be drawn, that no one wants but you. No, you can’t love them all and have feelings for all of them like you do with us. Maybe you can’t even keep their names straight. But fuck them anyway.”

“Queen up, Abby,” Zargaza said.

Kendala just nodded. “You put me in charge of them, Abby. They are my responsibility now, and I need to do what’s best for them. And for you. I know you find them attractive, from the way you come in here all horny and looking for one of us to fuck.”

I nodded. “I find them attractive. And tempting. And that’s the problem.”

“No problem,” Gren said. “All you have to do is give into temptation before Zargaza cuts your balls off.”

“I wouldn’t actually do that,” Zargaza clarified. “I was angry when I said that.” She looked at me. “Still angry, by the way.”

I started to sigh, and then shook my head. Really, woe was me, having to have sex with four dozen beautiful, stacked women? Queen up, like Zargaza said. I turned to Kendala. “You’re really worried about them?”

Kendala nodded. “I’m really worried about them.”

“Okay,” I said. “I agree, I think they are all sexy. Every one of them.”

“Don’t just be willing,” Zargaza said. “Dominate them. Show them that you want them.”

“Go get ‘em, ferocious futa,” Gren said.

“Alright,” I said. And despite myself, I was turned on by the idea.

“Great,” Kendala said. “I have three picked out to go first. They’ll give the rest hope, and with three a day, in a couple of weeks…”

“Three a day?” I asked.

She grinned. “We can do more,” she told me, with a voice that clearly indicated that fewer was out of the question, and then she walked out the door.

“Gorgeous green-skinned girls, fucked furiously,” Gren said.

“Why is she naked?” I asked. “I mean, she normally doesn’t just walk around that way.”

“Solidarity,” Zargaza said.

I nodded. “I’m definitely imposing a forty-hour work week, though,” I said. “Kendala’s been working them too hard.”

“How many hours did you put in this week?” Gren asked.

“Uh –”

“Hypocrite.”

“But that’s because I want to.”

“Playing with sewage lines is a hobby?” Zargaza asked. “That’s the best you can do for a hobby? I suggest you take up something more interesting, and more – satisfying to your subjects.” She made an “o” with the fingers of one hand, and thrust into it with the index finger of the other, to indicate what she meant. “That’s more becoming of a ruler, anyway.”

It didn’t take long before Kendala came back in, with six orc women behind her. Kendala was wearing clothes, now, or at least the equivalent of a leather bikini. The other women were not, but they had hopeful expressions on their faces.

“We said three,” I said.

“Yes. Argaree, you’re first. Present yourself to your Mistress. Salom, you know what to do.”

Argaree had blue hair, big breasts, and wide hips. I watched her as she bent over the bed and spread her legs. “Please, Queen Abby.”

Salom, meanwhile, had knelt and was pulling off my cute little pink skirt and my panties at the same time.

Then she stared, stunned for a moment. I had that effect on people. I waited it out. My regular lovers recovered first, because the effect diminished with familiarity, fortunately.

When Salom recovered, she started sucking it to full hardness.

“Three,” Kendala said. “And three, I think you call them fluffers.” She bent down and gave Salom pointers. “She likes it like this. And play with her pussy, at the same time – well, actually, that didn’t take long. Uh, Salom, she’s ready, you can stop. Salom, stop. Don’t make me pull you off by the hair.”

The last made Salom stop. “I’m so jealous of Argaree,” she told Kendala.

“Someone has to be first, Salom,” Kendala said. “It’s not about you. It’s about serving our queen.”

Right. And I needed to let them know I appreciated their service. “Good job, Salom,” I told her. Zargaza looked like she was about to guide me over to where I was supposed to go next, and that, I decided, wouldn’t be very flattering to Argaree.

But that didn’t mean I was a hundred percent on board. Ninety percent, maybe. I peeled off my top and my bra, waited for the stunning effect to pass, and walked over toward Argaree. “Do you want me to enter you, Argaree?”

“Please,” Argaree said. “Please.” She reached back and spread her ass cheeks. “Any way you want.”

“Which way do you want?” I asked.

“I want what you want.”

“Pussy,” Kendala said. “She wants it in her pussy. She’s a virgin, so take her hard and fast so that becoming a woman is as intense as possible.”

That was not the advice anyone would give on Earth. But Zargaza was nodding, and so were the other orcs in the room.

I compromised. I positioned myself at the entrance, and then played with Argaree’s clit.

“Oh. Please fill me, Abby. Please take me. Please let me please you. Please. Please.”

“Yeah,” Zargaza said. “Make them beg. God I love it when you get all dominant like that.”

I hadn’t been going for that. I gave Argaree what she asked for, and she came right as I took her virginity.

Synergy! As a Sorceress/Necromancer, you gain experience for seducing a partner, just as if you killed them. Additionally, your bed has become an enchanted altar due to frequent magical use. You have triggered Life Extension by penetrating a virgin with your enchanted weapon, and have added five years to your life span.  For discovering a synergy,you have earned 2000 experience points, and for deflowering a first level orc, you have gained an additional 50 experience points. You need 58430 experience points to reach eighth level.

I blinked, and turned the notification screen off. It was too much to absorb, and it wasn’t fair to the orc women to be distracted. This was a big moment for them, too.

The status notification didn’t tell me what counted as my “enchanted weapon,” but then, it didn’t really have to.

As soon as I came inside Argaree, another girl climbed onto the bed, this time spreading her legs and holding her ankles, demonstrating her flexibility. Another girl came over to suck me to hardness, but I didn’t really need it.

I asked, and she quickly and enthusiastically gave her consent.

And after her, was a third. Then the six orc girls trooped out, leaving me lying on the bed with Zargaza and Gren cuddling me.

“So,” I said to Kendala. “You picked the ones that were struggling the most?”

Kendala shook her head. “No. If they know they’ll get a turn, that’s going to be a big morale lift.”

“Then – I mean, I could have picked out three myself, I guess. Wouldn’t that have made them feel more desired?”

Kendala shrugged. “I picked the three who were at the right time of their cycle. The most fertile.”

“A bounty of babies,” Gren said, rubbing her belly. Zargaza did the same.

Gah. “I’ll pick them myself from now on,” I said.

“I’ll tell you who to pick,” Kendala suggested.

“No, you won’t.”

Jill appeared at the door. “Have fun?” she asked.

I had to admit that I did. They took my distraction to mean that I was exhausted from all the fucking. But if all I had to do to live forever was to have sex with the occasional virgin? That thought had me slightly unfocused.

“Thought so,” Jill said, and walked away again.