Despoiled Radiance Pt. 7 (Original)

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Themes: No Sex, Battle, Heroes & Villains

Word Count: 2,118

Summary: It's just another peaceful day in the Pig Orc Village... until the Archangel arrives!

Part 7  

It was a beautiful idyllic day in the peaceful Pig Orc Village. Orcs and Orc Cows worked together out in the fields to harvest the wheat. These Orc Cows were the ones in the early months of their pregnancies, still able to work and in fact quite happy to do so in exchange for a good hard Pig Orc dicking at the end of the day.

Elsewhere, more Orc Cows sat in their enclosed pens, these ones too pregnant to work or get dicked properly. They were fed from a nice big trough full of Pig Orc cum and they lazed about, waiting for their children to be born and their wombs to be empty so they could once more partake in the village life like the others.

And then there was the milking barn, where those orc cows in between the first two states of pregnancy were milked quite thoroughly by younger Pig Orcs. The Orc Cows mooed happily and if the orcs milking them snuck a drink every once in a while, well, the heavily pregnant women weren’t about to tell anyone. In fact, they quite enjoyed it when their children drank directly from the tap, no matter how old said children were.

Finally, there was the breeding room. This was the loudest place in the entire Pig Orc village, where strong and virile Pig Orcs in the prime of their lives fucked beautiful skinny Orc Cows, only about a week fresh from giving birth. The Orc Cows begged to be bred, begged to be filled with orc cum and impregnated once more. And the Pig Orcs obliged them happily, draining their balls into womb after womb, as was their duty.

This was the village of the Pig Orcs and their Orc Cows. This was their home and it was perfectly peaceful. Until a fiery bolt of holy energy slammed into the ground and threw up dirt and rock and Pig Orcs. There were cries of fear from pregnant women and squeals of surprise and confusion from their valiant demihuman protectors. These reached the ears of the Pig Orc Chief himself in his large hut near the center of the village.

The hulking Pig Orc snorted, his head snapping up as he heard the sounds of death and destruction. At the same time Queeny Silly’s head came up as well, though she did not stop rubbing her massive mammaries around her beloved mate’s large cock until he stood up and pulled it out of reach of her. Then, the woman who had once been Celestine de la Lune mewled pathetically up at him, already missing the thick prick she’d been suckling the head of.

The Chief looked down at her and gave her a reassuring smile.

“It be fine Queeny Silly. I protect you. You stay here, be safe. Pig Orcs fight for our village!”

And then he was grabbing hold of the large broadsword that Celestine had once wielded against his kind, against all demihuman kind, and sprinting out of the hut. What the Chief found was a massacre, a scene right out of a horror movie. Pig Orcs were dead already, body parts and innards strewn everywhere, burned and singed and even crisped in some places by blinding holy fire.

Valiant and heroic Pig Orcs were still fighting on even still and the Chief ran forward to meet with them even as he beheld the monstrous creature that had invaded their village. Nobody ever expected this kind of thing to happen to them. The being that the Pig Orc Chief was looking at was in fact recognizable to him, but it wasn’t something he’d ever thought he’d see in a million years.

Archangels were the stuff of nightmares, the kind of scary monsters that you hear about around the fire on a late night while your fellow Pig Orcs share terrifying stories. They were real, Pig Orcs knew that, but given everything, they might as well have been a myth. The Chief had certainly never heard of any Archangel showing up on this world in all of its time existing as a world! 

Yet here one was now, laying waste to his village, killing courageous Pig Orcs left and right, leaving poor Orc Cows bereft of owners and their children bereft of fathers. Of course, all things considered, contemplating the aftermath of this attack might just be futile altogether. After all, he knew no way of stopping an Archangel. Was this the end of his village, the end of his life? Would every Pig Orc under him die today?

The Pig Orc Chief refused to let that happen! Even if the Archangel was extremely scary, drenched in blinding white light and wielding a massive war club that burned with equally blinding holy flame, the Chief would not back down! He would fight, just like his people, his sons! Letting out a loud squeal of a war cry, the massive Pig Orc lifted up his giant broadsword and charged forward into the fray alongside his Pig Orc brethren against the unstoppable evil in their midst.

Of course, the Archangel was keeping mostly to the air. The Pig Orcs charged her whenever she landed even briefly, and a few got some good swings in, but ultimately it was beginning to look like an exercise in futility to even chase after her. The monstrous Archangel had killed their bowmen and rock slingers first, those of them with the best aim. All that was left was the melee forces and she was slowly picking them off one by one.

He couldn’t let this continue. He WOULDN’T let this continue! The Pig Orc Chieftain stepped forward and cut his remaining soldiers off, using his hands to have them stay back. Then he raised his arms to the sky towards the Archangel, squealing as he shouted up to her.

“ENOUGH! I CHALLENGE YOU!”

He snuffed and snorted as he walked forward, putting himself further and further away from his men. The Chief knew it was a fool’s errand, a death sentence, but he did it anyways. For his village’s honor, for his own honor, he would fight this monster from the great beyond to his dying breath! His audacity seemed to surprise the Archangel, and then it seemed to amuse her as she floated down on wings made of blinding white light and hefted her huge holy fire mace up over her shoulder.

“YOU challenge ME? Don’t make me laugh orc scum! You’re no more a threat than any of the rest! I have come for one thing and one thing only Pig Orc! Give me Celestine de la Lune and I may just grant you and all your kind a fast, merciful death.”

The Pig Orc Chief narrowed his beady eyes and brought his massive broadsword to bear, holding it in front of him with both hands and pointing the tip in the direction of the glowing Archangel.

“Dis be what I got ta do! I might not be strong enough ta win! But dis massacre stops now! I ain’t gonna let anotha Pig Orc die without standing in da way! So come at me! Dis be a fight to da death!”

There was a ragged cheer from the other surviving Pig Orcs, even as fires raged all around them, the fallen forms of their comrades strewn all over the ground. But as the Pig Orc Chief swelled with pride, his confidence bolstered by those cheers, he realized something a bit soul-crushing. The Archangel hadn’t listened to a word he’d said. Instead, she was staring almost transfixed at his broadsword, a slow smile spreading across her face that terrified the Pig Orc Chief deep down inside.

“That’s her sword… so she is here… or was. You’re going to tell me everything I need to know Orc, even if I have to drag it out of you, inch by bloody inch.”

Ah, so the Archangel wanted Queeny Silly! The Chief wasn’t about to let that happen! His resolve grew by several sizes as he let out a squeal and began to charge forward. At the same time, the Archangel moved to meet him at a more sedate pace. As they reached striking distance, the Pig Orc raised his massive broadsword overhead, ready to strike with all his considerable might down on the Archangel’s brow.

In a flash, far faster than he or any of his brethren could track, the Archangel slammed her mace into his side and sent him flying with another squeal, this one of pain. His sword fell from nerveless fingers and he was propelled back into his brethren even as it went flying into a nearby wooden wall. He lay there on the ground, barely conscious yet entirely cognizant of the Archangel’s slow, languid approach.

That fiery war mace was thrust into his face as the terrifying nightmare sneered down at him and his scared people.

“Now, you will tell me where Celestine de la Lune is or I wi-!”

“Master! No! Don’t hurt Master!”

The entire scene was frozen for a moment as all eyes turned towards the heavily pregnant blonde as she ran out of the Chief’s hut. A spike of worry for his favorite pet went through the Pig Orc Chief’s heart and he reached out feebly towards her even as she ran straight to him, wrapping her arms protectively around his neck and staring defiantly up at the Archangel who could kill them all any moment with a single blow.

But the creature did not, instead looking shocked as she stared down at his Queeny Silly.

“Celestine…”

His most precious Orc Cow furrowed her brow and shook her head back and forth.

“I’m Queeny Silly! I dunno who this Celestine person is, but if you hurt my Master I’ll… I’ll… I’ll cry really hard!”

That sent a shiver through all of the Pig Orcs still alive. Queeny Silly’s temper tantrums when she didn’t get her way were kind of legendary in the village. Of course, the Archangel clearly wasn’t expecting that sort of response, as her own reaction was to stare incredulously and let loose a single word.

“… What?”

Queeny Silly’s bottom lip began to wobble and tears former in the corners of her eyes. The Chief, recognizing the warning signs, tried surreptitiously to rub calming circles in his Orc Cow’s back, but it wasn’t really working.

“Y-you heard me! I-I’ll cry! I-I swear I will! Don’t you dare lay a finger on my Master!”

The Archangel looked flummoxed, but the Pig Orc Chief really wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. The sudden look of resolve that spread across the monstrous creature’s face DEFINITELY wasn’t a good thing. Walking forward imperiously, the Archangel dropped her fiery mace tip first into the ground and said dirt gave away easily as it sunk in a few inches on the spot. Then she reached out and grabbed Queeny Silly, tearing them apart even as the Chief did his best to stop her.

“No! You leave Queeny Silly alone monster! She pregnant!”

The Archangel just graced him with a look of contempt even as she lifted up her free hand, holding Queeny Silly by her throat. Splaying her fingers outwards, the nightmarish creature pressed her palm down on Queeny Silly’s forehead as it began to glow with power.

“I apologize Celestine, but this will not be pleasant. Do not fret though my dear child, for I will free you from this prison they’ve made of your mind.”

The Pig Orc Chief could only watch in uncomprehending horror as the Archangel tried to do something to his most precious Orc Cow, something truly awful judging by the way Queeny Silly began to scream in pain and cry for mercy. There was nothing he or any of the other Pig Orcs could do in the face of this unspeakable evil though. They were helpless to stop it, whatever IT was.

Was this the end of their village? As that thought passed through the Chief’s mind, his beady black eyes slid down briefly, catching a hint of movement far behind the blinding Archangel. Out of the doorway of a mostly intact hut, the Pig Orc Chief watched as the Imp Lord that had come by earlier to make adjustments to Queeny Silly’s marks stared at the terrible thing happening before them.

The Chief hadn’t even known the Imp Lord was still here. If he was, why hadn’t the diminutive demon helped them defend their home? And more importantly than that, as the Archangel continued to torture Queeny Silly… why was the Imp Lord grinning from ear to ear, showing off rows of sharp yellow teeth?