Lamentations of the Turnip Farmer
Copyright© 2026 by Snekguy
Chapter 12: Blessings of Shu’rhul
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 12: Blessings of Shu’rhul - After his fief is put to the torch, a lowly serf named Rian is taken captive by Orcs. The women cart him back to their stronghold and put him to work cooking, cleaning, and serving them. Little do they know, his new situation is a marked improvement. For the first time, he has a soft bed, plentiful food, and a warm hearth. Will his hosts ever find out that he's only pretending to lament his new role?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Farming High Fantasy Humor FemaleDom Light Bond Polygamy/Polyamory Massage Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Muscle Mommy Size
“You seem distracted tonight, Urami,” Sharog said as she took a bite of her venison. Rian leaned over the table, passing Ghorza a board with her cut of meat, sprinkled with mint and spices. Urami took a drink from her tankard, conspicuously avoiding making eye contact with him.
“I am merely tired from sparring,” she insisted.
“You sparred whole time we were hunting?” Ghorza asked. “No wonder you so tired.”
“How did your expedition go?” Rian asked.
“We shoot four deer and catch ten rabbits,” Ghorza replied proudly.
“It will help replenish stores after feast of winter moon,” Sharog clarified. “And you, keesahn?”
“Oh, I was just working on cleaning up after the festival,” he replied. “I put away all of the totems, and I’ve finished burying what remains of the bonfire.”
“Good,” Sharog said with a nod. “Keesahn is dutiful. Now that you have proven yourself before the Gods, you may help with other festivals and rituals throughout the year. It will be a boon to have someone to assist me.”
“Are there very many?” Rian asked warily.
“Orcish people like to celebrate,” Ghorza said with a smirk, spearing a piece of meat on her fork.
“Next festival will be first day of spring,” Sharog explained, pausing to take a drink from her tankard. He’d made them more mulled ale, and they seemed to be enjoying it. “That is festival dedicated to Tal’reya.”
“Goddess of all things that grow,” Rian suggested.
“Very good,” Sharog said, giving him an appreciative look.
“Now that winter has truly begun, there will not be much to do,” Ghorza began. “Not much hunting, no raiding, and we cannot range far with all the snow. We will have to stay close to fires where it is warm.”
“Many boring months await us,” Urami complained.
“You can fill your time with more sparring, can’t you?” Rian asked.
She blushed and looked away.
“Keesahn,” Ghorza whined. “Your ale makes me sleepy. You must draw baths for us.”
“I’ll get right on that,” he said, rising from his seat beside the firepit. “I’d better toss some more wood onto the fire, too. What would my lovely keesas like to eat for breakfast tomorrow? With how cold it’s getting, I may have to start thinking about thawing meat in advance.”
“Bacon!” Ghorza insisted.
“You spoil us, keesahn,” Sharog purred. She reached out to take his hand as he turned to leave, holding it for just a little longer than necessary. “My patient with injured ankle has healed enough to return home. Shaman’s hut must be cleaned, and rituals must be attended to. You will assist me tomorrow.”
“Of course,” he replied.
“And you must show me how to find these fish of yours that live in cold water,” Ghorza added insistently. “We will go fishing together.”
“Alright.”
He was still drained and bruised from Urami’s rigorous session, and he was starting to wonder if he’d ever be able to keep up with all three women. Just one Orc had more libido and stamina than a man could handle. All of the women were on the same page now, they just didn’t know it yet. Perhaps he could convince Urami to reveal what she had been doing with him in secret. She seemed to be the only holdout. Instead of continuing three secret relationships, he would be able to split his time between them more evenly. He was starting to think about making love like rotating crops in a field...
“Keesahn,” Sharog began, leaning over in the bath to gently daub at his shoulder with a wet cloth. They were alone in the shaman’s hut, and as he had expected, it had been another excuse to have him to herself for a while so they could make love. They were bathing after their session, the air filled with sweet incense, the steaming water wonderfully hot in contrast with the chill air. “These marks ... I did not realize I was so rough. Perhaps you are more fragile than I thought.”
He sighed as she carefully washed the sore scratches and bite marks, most of which had been left there by Urami the day before.
“Don’t apologize,” he replied. “It’s not your fault. Really.”
It was a struggle not to assuage her concerns by telling her about Urami, but he had made a promise, and he didn’t intend to squander that hard-earned trust so readily.
“I will be more careful,” she insisted as she washed a scratch on his neck.
He took her hand and kissed it, trying to reassure her.
“You are always gentle, keesa.”
“I like when you call me this,” she purred, cradling his cheek and leaning in for another placating embrace. “Your Orcish is improving. You study well.”
“I have been practicing, my keesa, ” he replied in her tongue.
“You honor me, and you honor our Gods,” she replied with a warm smile that made his heart flutter. “I am so grateful that they brought you to us.”
“As am I,” he replied, kissing her hand again.
Another few weeks passed, and Rian settled into his new routine. Work caring for the Orcs and their hut took up most of his time, but he found great satisfaction in keeping them happy and fed. They had become like family now, after all, and delighting them with some new dish or a thorough massage was always the highlight of his day. Thanks to him, they ate every meal like it was a feast, and they were kept clean and content. Winter was truly upon them now. Many of their usual activities, such as hunting and raiding, were put on hold while they waited for the snow to thaw and spring to come. Ghorza was quite happy to laze around by the fireside drinking mulled ale, while Sharog occupied herself with crafts and her shamanic duties. Urami tried to spar as much as she could to keep herself in peak physical condition, and when she wasn’t fighting, she was maintaining their weapons and armor.
As he had suspected, balancing three secret relationships was a challenge. None of the women seemed to have figured out what was happening yet, except for Urami. She knew about Ghorza, and she suspected Sharog, but she never made an issue of it. Her only concern seemed to be hiding her activities from her friends to save face. Fortunately, none of them were able to get him alone too often while they were snowed in, and he was limited to a couple of sessions per day. Sometimes an extra here and there, if Ghorza or Urami managed to sneak him away for a five-minute tussle in the storehouse. Sharog preferred to take her time, practically scheduling their lovemaking in advance, ensuring that they would be undisturbed for hours in the shaman’s hut. The women had ravenous appetites, making up for lost time after being alone for months with no men.
One morning, Urami asked him to squire for her, and he followed her behind her privacy screen. After spending so much time getting to know each other intimately, she was much more lenient when he dressed her or applied her war paint, and she even seemed to enjoy the intimacy of it. As he dressed her in her sparring leathers, he came to her belt, and found that he had trouble tightening it.
“What are you doing?” she grumbled, glancing down at him.
“I’m ... uh ... struggling to fasten it,” he admitted as he knelt in front of her and gave it another harder tug.
“Impossible,” she insisted, waving him away and taking the buckle in her hands. She struggled with it, grunting in exasperation. Her six-pack was still as prominent as ever, but she did seem to have developed a bit of softness around her midriff.
“It is winter, after all,” Rian said with a shrug. “We’ve all been eating more and exerting ourselves less. It’s not unusual to put on some weight when it gets this cold. You’re not used to the weather in these parts.”
“I did not put on some weight,” she complained, scowling at her buckle as if it had personally slighted her. “I have been training more than enough. This must be your fault. All the rich foreign food you have fed us...”
“Maybe,” he conceded. She tied the belt a little looser than usual, and Rian moved higher, starting to wrap her bare chest in linens.
“Careful,” she complained, flinching away when he pulled them too tight. “I am sensitive there.”
“Why?” he wondered aloud, pausing with the roll of linen in his hands. “You’re not usually sensitive. I’ve been a lot ... uh... rougher with that area before.”
“I do not know,” she muttered, her cheeks starting to flush.
“Maybe you should-”
“Maybe I ask Sharog,” she said, finishing his sentence. “She is shaman. She will know what to do.”
“Yeah, that might be best.”
“Pregnant!?” Urami exclaimed, covering her swollen chest with her arm. “Impossible! I have not shared my bed with a man since we came to the colony! How could I be with child!?”
Sharog stepped away and let her patient put her sling back on, Urami gingerly lowering her breasts into the leather garment one by one. Rian watched from his place at the fireside, eavesdropping on their conversation while he busied himself with cooking.
“I have seen it many times before, ” Sharog insisted. “One of the first things we learn as shamans is how to be a midwife. There is no doubt. You are with child.”
“It must be something else, ” Urami snapped. “Some new illness or fever from this foreign land. Swelling, or something.”
“Urami, I think there may be something you are not telling us, ” Ghorza chimed. She was lounging on the couch beside the firepit, a broad smile on her face as she looked back at them, enjoying the show.
“I have not been sneaking away to see any men in the village, if that is what you suggest, ” Urami insisted, clearly outraged by the implication. “They are all spoken for! That would be a grave violation of the law.”
“You must be getting it from somewhere, ” Ghorza snickered. “Maybe our loyal keesahn has caught your eye? Have you been seeing him in secret? Really, Urami. After how much you protested!”
“I ... I would never!” she stammered, face as red as a beet. “I would not debase myself by lying with a captive!”
“Ghorza, ” Sharog began, beckoning to her. “Come here.”
“Me?” she asked, placing a hand on her chest. “Why?”
“You were sick yesterday morning, were you not?”
“I drank too much mulled wine the night before, ” she explained, rising from her seat all the same. Sharog knelt to inspect her, gently probing her belly and chest. “It was just the wine!” she insisted. “Keesahn said so. He knows of these things.”
She flinched when Sharog probed her chest beneath the tight linens, batting her hand away reflexively.
“You have not noticed your belly growing?” Sharog asked, giving her a skeptical look. “You have been putting on weight – this is unlike you.”
“I ... I thought it was keesahn’s cooking, ” she stammered, staring intently at the ground. “He feeds us so well.”
“Ha!” Urami exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at her. “I knew it! You have been sneaking off with the keesahn at every opportunity to lie with him in secret! Long have you argued that we should take him as our consort! When you were denied, you helped yourself anyway!”
“So what if I have?” she shot back, crossing her arms defiantly. “There is nothing wrong with that. He is our captive, and the law permits it. Even Sharog said so. I should be able to enjoy him if I wish it.”
“Do not argue!” Sharog interjected, putting herself between the two.
“When did you first sleep with him?” Urami demanded. “Do not lie to me.”
“I rode him senseless when we spent the night in that cave during the snowstorm, ” she declared proudly. “I took him every which way, and I offer no apology.”
“I knew it!” Urami hissed. “You lied to us and told us that the tusk marks on his neck were from tree branches! And you made him repeat your lies!”
“At least I did not pretend to be so pure and perfect, ” Ghorza continued, turning up her nose haughtily. “I argued that we should take him. I did not pretend to be better than the rest of you while sneaking off to suck his cock in secret.”
“Do not fight about this!” Sharog insisted, more sternly now. “No laws have been broken! The keesahn has been cleansed before the Gods, and he has been accepted by the village. There is no harm in it, as I have long maintained. This does not need to become a quarrel.”
“I cannot believe that I am carrying a keesahn’s baby, ” Urami sighed, covering her face with her hand. “I will never live this down.”
“We did call upon Shu’rhul and beseech her for the gift of children, ” Sharog added pensively. “The Gods work in mysterious ways. If they meant for the keesahn to come to us, then perhaps they meant for this too. We should treat it as a blessing.”
“I didn’t even know our two peoples could make babies, ” Ghorza marveled. “I might have been more careful... ”
“And what of you, Sharog?” Urami continued as she turned her ire on the shaman. “You have always defended him and spoken his praises. One would think that he was your husband, the way you laud his qualities.”
“Oh dear, ” Sharog muttered, pausing to probe her own belly.
“You as well?” Ghorza laughed, doubling over. “His seed is potent, I will grant him that.”
“Sharog, ” Urami chided with a shake of her head. “You are our shaman! You are supposed to uphold our laws and speak for our Gods!”
“I broke no law!” Sharog insisted. “I first took him during his cleansing ritual. He did all that I asked and everything that was required of him. If I sing his praises so often, it is because he is worthy! He is loyal and dutiful and ... and I like him a great deal.”
“Well, it seems that he has blessed you as well, ” Urami sighed with a gesture to Sharog’s belly.
“He’s watching us, ” Ghorza giggled, glancing over at Rian. “What should we tell him? Poor keesahn. We have been running him ragged and making him keep our secrets. To think that we were all lying with him. It is a wonder that he can still stand.”
“If we had simply been truthful with one another in the first place, we could have avoided this, ” Sharog sighed.
“We need not tell the keesahn anything, ” Urami grumbled. “He understands everything that we say.”
“What!?” Ghorza gasped.
“He can speak fluent Orcish!” Urami continued. “For how long, I cannot say. Your favorite toy is a sneak, Sharog. Who knows how long he has been listening to our conversations without our knowledge.”
“He is as sly as a little fox, ” Ghorza snickered, turning to give him a smile.
“It is true, ” Rian admitted, standing and raising his hands in surrender. “I can understand Orcish well enough.”
He was sweating despite the cold, their yellow eyes turning on him. There seemed to be every range of reaction to these new revelations. Sharog had already accepted it, Ghorza couldn’t keep a straight face, and Urami was furious.
“I knew that he had been studying, ” Sharog said. “He has been practicing with me. But I did not know he had learned so much so quickly.”
“So you have been carrying on with all of us, little keesahn?” Ghorza giggled. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“If I misled you, it was only because I was keeping your secrets, ” he explained. “Each of you came to me separately and ordered me not to reveal anything to the other two for fear of how they might react. Ghorza in the cave, Sharog during my cleansing ceremony, and Urami when you two were out hunting one day. I have only done what you asked me to do. I have been tending to all of your ... needs, all while striving to keep your confidence. It has not been an easy task.”
“I am impressed, ” Ghorza said with a grin. “Such a little keesahn was able to keep pace with three Orcish warriors, all without giving away their secrets.”
“It has been ... challenging, ” he admitted. “I had hoped that, in time, I might be able to convince one of you to reveal what was happening to the others. That way, everything would be out in the open, and I might have more time to recuperate before one of you smuggled me away to the storehouse again.”
“You have been taking him in the storehouse?” Sharog scoffed, glancing to her companions. They both tried to defend themselves at the same time, interrupting each other, and then going quiet. “At least I have been taking him in a bed.”
“A bed inside the shaman’s sacred hut, ” Urami complained.
“You must know how adept he has become with his tongue, ” Ghorza added, prompting Urami to roll her eyes in exasperation. “Five minutes in the storehouse is often all I require.”
“Now will you at least talk to each other?” Rian demanded, spreading his arms. “Each of you has wanted the same thing from the start, but you were so preoccupied with how others might perceive you that you created this elaborate web of secrets instead of just trusting one another. Are your bonds not stronger than a keesahn?”