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Orin, son of Grud, was once again put in charge of his brothers, and with him as his second in command was one of his younger brothers who had shown great aptitude to lead in the war against the Thunder Striders, Voro.
Regarding Orin's twelve other brothers, only half of them rose to a leadership roles and formed their own groups. The rest either refused to take on leadership or were going into battle for the first time in their lives.
To make things easier and not clog up the streets in the tribe, Orin ordered all those who were following him into battle to meet outside the walls, and when all were assembled, he was rather surprised by the numbers that turned out.
By just eyeballing the head count, he estimated just over a thousand fighting men who were generously outfitted with armor and weapons looted from the battles against the Blood Ascendant and Thunder Striders.
Orin knew that when they went off to fight the Thunder Striders, they were limited by the number of horses that were available because his father wanted to strike fast on horseback, but now that there was no such restriction, he was rather surprised by the full turnout.
When all the logistics and command structure were hammered out, Orin gave the command and led the march to war atop his horse.
***
The emissaries riding on a wagon near the head of the army were quietly freaking out. When they first looked out upon the men gathered before the platform, while Grud was addressing the men, there were no more than four hundred men.
But as it turns out, that was just the group that was currently available. When men got back from their work or returned to the tribe from a hunt or whatever business they had outside, they caught wind of the upcoming battle and jumped at the chance of loot.
As they saw more and more men come out of the gates to the staging area, their faces paled. The number of fighting men gathered to move out was around three-quarters of all their tribes' currently fighting. If their chieftains played their cards right, they could still pull off their scheme, but if they messed up and were forced to silence the Rock Claw tribe's fighters, the casualties may be so great that their tribes may never recover from.
Unfortunately, that was not the end of their worries. As the days passed and they discussed different things they could propose to their chieftains to stack the deck in their favor, one of them caught sight of a small group of men approaching Commander Orin. They did not wear the colors of the Rock Claw tribe and were approaching Commander Orin, armored but not armed.
When Orin gave them permission to approach, the leader of the group walked alongside Orin's horse as they conversed. After a few minutes of talking, the leader of the group turned to his men and gave them a signal, and the men ran off back into the brush while their leader calmly walked beside Orin.
Minutes later, the emissary who was keeping watch of the situation alerted the other emissaries. The small group of five unarmed men that ran off returned as fifty armed men who joined the march.
"Are other tribes joining the battle?" one of the emissaries asked.
"I think so, around fifty men." the one on lookout reported.
Hearing that, the oldest of the emissaries sighed in relief. "At this scale of the upcoming battle, fifty men is inconsequential."
As the army marched on, things became less and less inconsequential as more and more smaller tribes intercepted the army to ask if they could join in, to which Orin happily allowed.
By the fifth group to join up, the oldest of the emissaries could not stand it anymore and got off the wagon and ran up to Orin and tried to stop people from joining. "Commander Orin, a word, if I may?"
Orin looked down and replied, "Of course, emissary Tamok, what can I do for you?"
"I see more and more warriors joining your march, from tribes I do not know, faces I did not see on the stage when we struck our bargain. I must remind you that our pact was made between us and the Rock Claw tribe. Not every spear along the way." Tamok said.
Orin just nodded and replied, "Then you and your chieftains may sleep easy. The newcomers follow under our banner, not yours. They know they earn only what they can carry. No claim on land, no rights to its resources. They come for plunder, not for land."
Tamok's jaw tensed as he glanced at the latest ragtag band of warriors falling in line behind the Rock Claws. By now, the marching line had increased by at least four hundred men. His lips pressed tightly. He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "This campaign was to be swift, Orin. A precise strike to break the enemy and drive them from the land we want to capture. Too many hands, and it turns to chaos. Tribes without ties will cut where they please. And when the blood settles, who do you think they'll say led the raid? Us, not you."
"You brought Rock Claw to break and push the enemy out. We are breakers. The others came like wolves to the scent of meat. That was not my doing, Tamok, but it may yet serve your purpose. With more bodies to distract the enemy, they will have to split their focus, easing pressure on us." Orin replied calmly.
"Or they may turn on us." Tamok said sharply, "I will speak plainly, Commander Orin. These men are not bound to us by pact. We don't know if and when they will break away when the battle gets too hard, or break formation when they think they can get some minor gain and get themselves uselessly killed. That will just diminish our fighting strength at critical times."
Orin gave emissary Tamok a small smile as he replied, "Then perhaps you should have asked another tribe to fight with you. Or better still, fight your own battle. At this point, I am not sure why you are complaining when people are coming to shed blood on land they will not own. If you are worried about your tribes not getting a larger share of loot, I suggest you ask your chieftains to fight more aggressively. After all, the simple law of loot is that you keep what you kill."
Orin did not say it out loud, but the tone of his last statement was more of a challenge to Tamok, asking him if he wanted to usurp his authority, making it clear that the conversation was over unless he wanted to do something about it.
The only thing Tamok could do was scowl at Orin and stomp off back to his wagon.
***
While Orin and his army marched to battle, Grud was having a battle of his own as he was fighting off two hungry predators who had latched onto him in the confines of his office.
"Knock my baby-room harder! Put another child in me!" Sonu hissed through gritted teeth as she put her whole weight down on Grud's dick, making it ram past her cervix and punching the roof of her womb.
Ever happy to oblige such a request from his wives, Grud grabbed her hips and pushed her down on his cock. But even as he pounded away at Sonu's womb, he did notice that she was more sexually aggressive than usual. "What's gotten into you today, Sonu? You even cut off Lira in the middle of sucking me off."
Sonu, with a lust-filled face, turned her head around to look at her sister-wife Lira and gave her an apologetic look. Lira just looked back and nodded while sucking on Grud's gigantic balls, letting Sonu know that she was fine with it.
Sonu's head snapped back to Grud as her womb-pounding got rougher, reminding her that Grud had asked her a question. "Ahhh!~ I just! I just!... It was breeding season in the stables, and all those big mares getting slammed by huge horse cocks was just not fair! I wanted to get smashed too!"
"So you just got horny and wanted me to scratch your womb? Didn't we just do it this morning?" Grud asked.
"Morning sex does not count! I want you to put another child in me!" she said petulantly.
"Already? You just gave birth two weeks ago. Besides, I am pretty sure you still have seed in your womb from this morning, that should be more than enough unless you drank that contraception tea." Grud argued.
"Don't care, besides, your dick stretched us out so much that childbirth is easy, I could be back to riding you by the end of the day after childbirth if I wanted. And I don't care if your seed is already in me or not, just breed me and refill my womb!" Sonu whined.
It was then. The door violently swung open. "Grud! We discovered another symbol!" Tavora said as she burst in to see Sonu riding Grud atop his seat.
"Really?!" Grud said as he was about to stand, but felt some resistance from Sonu holding onto the chair's armrest, and Lira hugging his thighs. So he slumped back into his seat and said, "Give me a moment to finish these two off." while looking at Tavora.
As Grud sped up his ramming of Sonu's pussy, he saw Tavora waddle her pregnant belly over to stand behind Sonu and shoved her arm up Sonu's ass, elbow deep.
As Sonu screamed in surprise, pain, and pleasure, Tavora felt around in her guts and felt Grud's dick ravaging the inside of Sonu's body, so she decided to give Grud a hand.
Years of absorbing Grud's cum inside of her body had increased the resilience and elasticity of Sonu's insides. This allowed Tavora to safely push Sonu's large intestines against her womb, where Grud's dick was knocking around, and apply more pressure and pleasure on his dick.
This overload of sensation from having two of her holes roughly invaded at the same time, Sonu promptly passed out.
Feeling the extra pressure on his dick and knowing what Tavora was doing to Sonu did something for Grud as he started cumming hot ropes of cum.
After multiple ropes of his cum was done inflating Sonu's womb. Grud unsheathed himself from her, letting his dick flop out, only to be grabbed by Lira and taken into her waiting mouth.
Tavora looked at Grud and Lira, giving them the look that asked, 'Really? Now?'
Grud sighed, "Ok, I will make this fast."
He then got Lira up on the table, on all fours. From there, he immediately rammed her already drenched pussy as Tavora used the same soiled hand that had invaded Sonu's ass to enter Lita's backdoor.
Minutes later, Grud walked out of his office with Tavora, leaving the cumflated forms of Sonu and Lira, face down, ass up, on his table.
"So, what symbol was it you discovered?" Grud asked.
Tavora just smiled at him cheekily, "For making me wait while you empty your balls, I am not saying. You are just going to have to wait to find out."