Role

Chapter 3

Pleebert was supine on her sleep-rag, staring at the ceiling. She couldn't
sleep. Mousemuncher had gotten more and more cocky, and his taunts and jeers
were starting to piss her off. Her thought processes had become more and more
aggressive towards him.

"Nobody gunna take Big Momma's place. Nobody makin me worthless. Me is
Pussgut, him is whelp. Will have ta show him place", she thought as she
continued to glare at the roofing to her small room, which was a smaller
enclosure branching from a large cavern.

As the morning came, Pleebert woke Mousemuncher up and notified him that they
were heading out on a raid, just the two of them. The youth was gleeful
"Smashin with Momma? I'll show ya up dis time!". As he finished his
statement, Pleebert decided that it was the last straw. She would beat the
shit out of him and show him why she was Big Momma Orc, and why nobody could
take her place.

As the two of them left the Orc Village and were walking through the rocky
plains, Pleebert tackled Mousemuncher from behind, biting into his shoulder
blade while she took him to the ground. Grunting in surprise and rage,
Mousemuncher quickly used his feet to shove Pleebert off of him forcefully.
Leaping to his feet and brandishing his axe, he grinned at Pleebert. "Bring
it ya swine!" he yelled at her. Pleebert, furious and pleasured by the brief
pain she had received, threw her weapons down and stomped at the youth. As
the young orc swung his axe down towards Pleebert, she moved her head to the
side and gladly took the blow directly to the side of her neck. Pleebert's
experiences a vibrant moment of pure pleasure as her blood began to gush from
her neck wound, the axe still stuck in the spot that it struck. Mousemuncher,
frozen with fear, let go of his axe and fell to his butt. Grinning to
herself, Pleebert ripped the axe from her neck and threw it to the ground
beside her, entirely ignoring the massive amounts of blood shooting from her
wound. It was easy for Pleebert to ignore the blood, as the pain pushed her
into an orgasmic crest of pleasure.

Mousemuncher, in an act of desperation, attempted to gather his resolve,
stand, and flee. Pleebert noticed his movements and quickly lifted him up,
slamming his back over her knee. She sat down beside his paralyzed form,
sipping at a skin of Elfblood.