Chapter 444: Rebirth Ranch

Gremory's Dungeon had a ranch.

What had started as a playfully named poultry farm had, before anyone noticed, become a genuine supply depot responsible for our Legion's food situation. By now, even the humans in Raspica had developed a taste for harpy and Andras eggs.

We called all of those facilities collectively "the ranch."

After all, the livestock wasn't limited to birds; there were mammals and other species too. In fact, the fairies of Avalon were the very ones who had diligently laid eggs fathered by male Andras and orcs while in human form at the ranch. Those eggs, of course, hatched into new orcs and Andras warriors.

The resulting ranch was a ranch in name only; in reality, it was effectively one massive communal living quarter. Each space was as cramped as a photo booth with a single bed plopped inside, where one man and one woman would make love and Ras.

With a female demon stationed in each of the hundreds of rooms, waiting for a male, the place gave off the unmistakable feel of a facility dedicated entirely to mating, breeding, and sowing.

So let's build a real ranch.

A ranch using elves.

A ranch exclusively for elves, using the ones who had refused to join our Legion. I had risked my life to bring the livestock home, and Gremory, who had already started construction, showed me the real ranch.

I named the place "Green Camp."

A place where one is reborn as a member of the Legion.

A swamp from which there is no escape, not even in death, until you become a cocoon of rebirth.

The domestication through training, violation, and humiliation, born from the goodwill of wishing for the elves' reincarnation, revealed itself before me in its "perfected" form.

***

"Welcome to the Elf Ranch, Green Camp, Legion Commander. I'm the facility administrator who will be guiding you through this facility. You may call me Gremory Avatar."

"Drop the intellectual act. And did you borrow that outfit from Shaitan again?"

"Tch, I got it from Cosplay, thank you very much."

Gremory was dressed in a form-fitting suit. Our Legion's clothing culture had advanced considerably; even Gremory was now comfortable in modern attire.

"How do I look? Pretty sharp, right?"

"Sure. But the secretary line is already locked down by Shaitan and Lucifer."

"Hey, can I have Rhodopelli for myself this time? I want to swap into a virgin body."

"Heh heh, going for the niche market of a petite frame with big breasts, are we? Let's discuss that after we've captured Rhodopelli. For now, just walk me through Green Camp."

"Tch, fine. Ahem."

Gremory led me on a tour of the ranch's facilities. Seemingly wanting to show me as many features as possible, she had stationed two or three dark elves in each facility.

"I figured I should start with the most important part. This is the sowing section. Doggy style only; no other positions are possible. But anyone who comes here can plant their seed."

The sowing section. In the seed-planting facility, dark elves were embedded in walls made of slime mucus with only their lower halves sticking out. Behind one of them, a naked orc was slathering slime mucus over his rock-hard cock.

"For elves, I placed wooden planks in front and behind, then filled the inside with mucus. I knocked the elves out before shoving them in and sealing them inside until the mucus hardened. Flash-freezing it with magic made it set real quick. Hee hee."

"Having just the pussy poking out the back is a work of art."

"I put some thought into it. See that? The dimensions are calibrated to match the orcs' builds. It's set at the perfect angle for thrusting."

The orc knelt on a support brace, assumed position, gripped the dark elf's pelvis protruding from the wall, and drove his cock in. Strangely, there was no moaning from the dark elf. Or rather, she was buried somewhere inside, so the sound didn't reach me.

"You can do it standing or kneeling, your choice. And by the way, this facility isn't just for sowing. Smart, intellectual people like us need to work efficiently, right?"

Gremory pulled me around to the other side of the wall. On this side, only the dark elf's plump breasts jutted out, and beneath them, a wooden basin carved into the shape of a breast was mounted to the wall.

"That's the milk basin. The breast milk the dark elf produces pools in the basin, and once it fills to a certain level, it flows through that pipe into a storage jug. Want to try a sample? Hang on a second."

Gremory squeezed the dark elf's breast. Cloudy gray milk trickled down the dark nipple and across the curve of the breast.

Drip. The milk that had pooled at the underside of the breast fell into the wooden basin like rain dripping off an eave. A fair amount of milk had already collected in the basin. Gremory even used a ladle hanging beside it to scoop some up.

"Here. Say ahhh."

"'Ahhh' my ass. Why would I drink it from a ladle?"

I pushed aside the ladle Gremory was holding and lightly bit the dark elf's nipple. The moment I started sucking, milk came spraying from her breast.

"Mm... It's a rather light milk."

"Aw, damn it. Now it's contaminated with your saliva. Don't you know freshness is the lifeblood of milk?"

"We just won't sell this batch. We're going to sell it fresh from the source to the humans every day anyway. That was a good drink. But it's a little disappointing. The yield is lower than I expected."

Even with me sucking directly, it only produced about a shot glass worth. Mass production was going to be somewhat difficult at this rate.

"Heh heh, that's what sex magic is for."

Gremory grabbed both of the dark elf's nipples simultaneously, as if pressing an on-off switch. The dark elf's body shuddered, and then, as if she'd turned into a water dispenser, milk began gushing out.

Trickle trickle trickle.

"I used sex magic to adjust her body so that internal mana converts into breast milk. Becoming a dark elf made their bodies especially sensitive to mana."

"So mana comes out as milk. Interesting."

"Bingo. When they come, the milk practically shoots out like a waterfall."

Gremory toyed with the dark elf's breasts, twisting them this way and that. But since even that stimulation registered as sexual pleasure, the dark elf produced a generous amount of milk.

"Wow, impressive. Looks like you've already collected about a liter? We'll be rich in no time selling this."

"As if humans would actually buy it if they knew it was dark elf breast milk... Actually, yeah. They definitely would. Ugh. Bunch of perverts. Anyway, look over here."

Gremory reached out with one hand and grabbed the breasts of a different dark elf embedded in the wall beside the first. Milk from each separate pair of breasts was collected in separate wooden basins.

"I figured mixing them wouldn't be ideal. Individual collection is better for quality control too."

"Exactly right. If there's a difference in quality, we can price them differently. Heh heh. Looks like the rest of the stations are set up the same way..."

I swept my gaze across the entire ranch. As expected, the intent here was a ranch, but the layout and workflow were anything but a simple farm. I turned my attention to the dark elf in the zone adjacent to the wall-embedded ones.

"This one is for missionary, I take it?"

The dark elf was lying in a proper supine position on a slime mattress. Her ankles and about half of her upper body were sunken into the slime mattress, and a leather strap around her neck was fastened to the underside, keeping her pinned down.

"Yep. I fixed her lower body in an M-shape with her legs spread. Normally it'll be covered, but the guy on duty just spreads her legs apart and sticks it in. Because of the position, I installed the milk basin behind her back."

"If you just leave her like that, you'll lose some spillage. What about installing a pipe?"

"Are you stupid? You need to be able to watch those tits bounce up and down with each thrust. I also set it up so you can grab her wrists and push the tits together in the middle if you want, but you can't go covering them up."

"I stand corrected. I was the tasteless one. I concede."

Gremory, as expected. There would be some milk loss, but the visual effect was non-negotiable. I moved on to the next dark elf.

"This one's obviously doggy-style only."

A dark elf draped over a slime stool was panting and moaning on all fours. The orc mounted on top had his hands planted on the dark elf's back, rocking his hips back and forth.

"How do you collect the milk in that position?"

"I carved a hollow space inside the slime. Her nipples fit snugly into those holes. When the milk drips through, it collects right here on the side."

"Gremory, you really are a genius."

"Heh, you're just now figuring that out? There's still plenty more to see."

Gremory walked me through the various milking facilities throughout the ranch.

For example, a station where a dark elf was fixed in a reverse cowgirl position, allowing the orc to thrust from behind while manually milking her by hand.

For example, a station where a dark elf was locked in cowgirl position, with room to slide underneath and thrust upward from below.

For example, a station where a dark elf was pinned flat to the floor in a mating press, so the orc could mount and pound down on her like an animal.

Every single one was designed with sowing as the primary function and milking arranged to happen simultaneously whenever possible.

"Ah..."

"Hm?"

A dark elf with jade-green eyes regained consciousness. She had come to during the brief moment the orc inside her pulled out to catch his breath.

"Ah, yes. This place is called Green Camp."

I informed the dark elf of the facility's name. She didn't comprehend a word before the orc resumed taking her from behind, and she began sobbing like an animal once more.

"Gremory, they're all getting fucked, but that one's a bit loud."

"Should we seal her mouth with membrane like the others? Hmm... but then we can't do forced fellatio."

"Equipment is for personal use, not sharing. One user each. Better to fill her mouth with slime or something to cut the noise."

"Sure, I'll do it that way."

One dark elf livestock per orc. Watching every single dark elf getting a cock hammered inside her while seed was spurted in deep, I felt a profound sense of peace. There really was nothing more ideal than an elf for an orc's fucking.

"The foundation of any ranch is, at the end of the day, breeding. Heh heh, it's so soothing just watching."

I reviewed the projected sowing results that Gremory had handed me.

[Orc x Dark Elf: Union of Orc and Dark Elf]

Orc (☆☆~☆☆☆, 49.5%)

Dark Elf (☆☆☆, 16%)

High Elf (☆☆☆, 16%)

Green Elf (☆☆☆~☆☆☆☆, 16%)

Green Elf (☆☆☆☆, 2.5%) [Reincarnation]

"Now that's a hell of a roulette. Five possible species from a single pairing."

About half the eggs a dark elf laid would be born as orcs. The remaining outcomes each had a one-in-three chance of producing one of three types of elf.

"All you really care about is the reincarnation, though, right?"

"True enough. But a 2.5% chance to be reborn? That's an insane deal, isn't it?"

"...??"

"Keh heh heh, I'm saying the odds are incredible. Reincarnation is never easy. It's usually well under 1%."

Considering that most reincarnation gacha rates were far below 1%, the dark elves' 2.5% reincarnation probability was astronomically high.

"Arithmetically speaking, an elf only needs to take at least forty vaginal creampies from an orc to reincarnate."

"Those are independent trials, so that's not how it... whatever. The orcs are going to cum way more than forty times anyway. Eggs are going to be overflowing."

"We're hatching every last one. It's about time we started growing our orc numbers, but the elves deserve to flourish too."

"They're going to multiply like crazy... heh heh, I see. I know what you're thinking. You still haven't made the 'selection' yet, have you?"

"I've been too busy. Haven't had the time."

I still hadn't used the unique trait assignment opportunity that came with my dungeon's C-rank promotion.

I planned to select a unique trait while preparing to advance to B-rank after this war ended, but barring anything exceptional, I would follow Gremory's example and choose the path of doubling my capacity.

"Even if we use the eggs Levis lays to strengthen our troops, the eggs born from breeding with these elves obviously need to be hatched."

Elves must bear orc children. This is a fundamental truth. If the world rejects this truth, I will forge a new truth and a new order in the name of the Legion.

"Then shall we move on to today's highlight?"

The deeper we went into the ranch, the more extreme the acts and positions became. Facilities not yet fitted with dark elves sat empty, waiting for livestock to arrive. I stopped in front of a special room set apart in the innermost section.

"Lucifer."

"Ah, you're here?"

Lucifer opened the door from inside and greeted me. Clad in glossy black latex, she was faithfully carrying out her role as a trainer in an outfit that was thoroughly dark and hardcore.

"How's our VIP doing?"

"Same as ever. She's been repeating the same thing over and over."

"Hnngh, hnngh, you filthy pig bastard...!"

"Oh my."

A sobbing scream echoed from the back of the room. Following Lucifer's lead, I stepped inside the special room.

"I said I'd surrender... so why are you doing this...!"

There, lying on the bed with all four limbs restrained, was the being who was both elf and succubus, the one who had surrendered to our Legion: Asmodeus.

"That's right. You surrendered. You became our prisoner."

"Then quit messing around and make me a subordinat, ahhhhhn?!"

"Fuck you. Where's the fun if you surrender that easily?"

I leaped on top of her.

"To celebrate you becoming a member of our Legion, this Legion Commander will personally teach you the ropes."

Creak. Thanks to Lucifer having warmed her up beforehand, Asmodeus's slit was already soaked. I spread the yellow slime Lucifer had handed me generously over my cock.

"Consider this our Legion's welcoming greeting."

"What kind of welcoming greeting involves aphrodisiac sex?! Hnnnngh?!"

Creak.

"I'm rolling out the red carpet, so naturally I do the honors myself."

"Master, I'll continue from here. Heh heh."

"I'll help too!"

Lucifer, Gremory.

Our Legion's finest fallen angel trainers pressed their lips to Asmodeus's breasts. A glimmer of "fear" slowly crept into Asmodeus's eyes.

"Welcome to the Legion, Asmodeus."

I plunged both hands into the two fallen angels' pussies, then slid my rock-hard cock back inside Asmodeus.

"Ah, yes. This is what we call the welcoming ceremony."

I had personally put my cock inside her. Could there be any warmer a welcome than this?