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WARNING: The following orc sex story takes place in a fantasy
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The Dark Elf Trilogy, Part 3: Dark Elf's Downfall
T he local militia hadn't put up much of a fight in the face of Orcish regulars. Almost two hundred peasant levies armed with pitchforks and pikes tried to protect their town against a full company of Orcs with a mixed support squad of Ogres and Trolls, with expected results. The militia broke after the Trolls charged their line and were quickly mopped up by the Ogres. Only forty-three remained whole after the engagement, chained together and allowed to watch as their women were lead away in irons and their children taken in carts. The Trolls happily devoured anything the Orcs didn't despoil.
The only real target in the small town: three granaries, each filled to the brim with a harvest taken in not a week previous. The town's buildings were looted, every piece of coin stolen, every scrap of clothing carried off; if someone could carry it, it was taken. Now the Orcs had taken up residence, sleeping ten or twenty in a building, happy to have shelter from the cold night air.
Among them walked a small figure, concealed by a long robe; the Men knew it was a female by how it moved its lithe body and by its light steps. It was no Orc, but then why would it be here among them?
A large Orc barked orders to a subordinate, the prisoners recognized him as the captain of the invaders, and had come to know that his name was Ordak.
Later that day, more Orcs marched into the town. These ones were clad in chain mail with face concealing masks, but their bodies had the curves of women, and the Men were puzzled as to why Orcs would let their womenfolk charge into danger.
The leader of the group sat upon a powerful Clydesdale, her legs bare and her hair moving in the light breeze. Muscles could be seen in those legs, stong ones, and the olive-skin that tightly covered them was alive with tattoos of insignia, rank, and other indecipherable patterns. She barked at a soldier who quickly pointed to the building in which the prisoners had been kept, and ordered her cadre over to it. She herself rode the great horse towards Ordak's domicile.
"Well, it's abowt toim Vursut came fur th' pris'ners," Ordak's first lieutenant commented, glancing up from a meal of bread and beef.
"Yew know th' rules, Spegot," Ordak replied, setting his empty mug on the heavy oaken table he had come to prize since taking the town. "Da gurls gets they choice o' the males, same way we gets choice of th' females. Only diff'rence is the gurls don't treat 'em as rough."
"Them gurls want a piece o' meat, they kin talk ta me, Ordak. Oi'd be 'appy ta throw it inta any one o' dem."
Ordak grunted and smiled, he wouldn't mind getting himself deep into Vursut either, but rumor was that she preferred the company of other females, which meant her sexual appetites were as impure as her blood.
A small voice came from the corner of the room, where the walls hid her from the sun's searing rays.
"You Orcs are all alike," a note of disgust was heard in her voice, "you'll fornicate with anything that has the right parts."
"Shut yer yap, Rhouzanthoun," Ordak barked back at her, slamming his mug on the table, "Seems I hurd tell ol' Semthak had ya on yer knees not two moons ago! That he poked yuir pooper and sent ya back to yuir 'ole with 'is goo on yer…"
Something metallic flew past Ordak's ear and stuck into the wall behind him. A sharp pain across his temple drew his hand, and it came back with a trickle of his blood upon it. While her eyes glowed red under her cowl, Rhouzanthoun made no further movement other than to let another blade catch the rays of the sun before it disappeared into her robe again.
Ordak yelled obscenities at her then stormed out of the building, pausing only to knock the door from its hinges with one great kick.
After a short while, Vursut strode into the building, and quickly noticed the cloaked elf in the corner. She removed her mask and let it slam onto the table, leaving marks on the once pristine surface. Her hair was cur short, a shock of bright red above an angular face and thick jaw that sported the typical markings of an Orc female. The red strips where eyebrows should be, the red 'V' on her forehead, and the band below her pouting lips were the same shade as her hair. She licked her lips as she eyed Rhouzanthoun, her mixed blood had given her flat Human teeth and denied her the tusks that marked a True Orc. Spegot made a face as though he were about to lose his meal, then rose and left, muttering to himself about things that were not natural.
When Rhouzanthoun arrived at the room the Orc had chosen, she entered to find Vursut lying on a four-poster bed with her knees up and a large hand playing between her thighs. Her chain mail, boots, weapons, and other items were hastily thrown onto the desk by the window, and the room was filled with the smell of Orc juice.
Vursut licked her lips and bared a number of sharp, yellow teeth. "Oh, you'll work fer it alroit…"
The sun had set, and Rhouzanthoun watched as Ordak, Spegot, Vursut, and her second in command; a scrawny, haggard thing named Karka, devoured a side of beef and washed it down with a small keg of mead. She had a small slice of meat herself, pretending to be sociable, but doubted the others even noticed, they were so busy trying to eat as much as they could.
Eventually, once all the meat was gone and the mead had run out, Vursut rose from her chair and eyed the Elf. Rhouzanthoun grew quickly uncomfortable even though the cloak covered her body; Vursut had been stealing glances all night now that she could see the delicate face and hands of her prey. Ordak stumbled off to relieve himself while Karka had managed to seduce Spegot, which, considering his drunken state, wasn't that much of an accomplishment. That left only Vursit and Rhouzanthoun, which to the Elf was one too many.
"Well, Elf," she started, running a rough, dark green tongue over her lips, "looks loik it's jus' you an' me, now. I hear tell you Elves is real good at makin' a body feel great. How's about yuh show me how good, heh?"
Vursut sauntered around the seated elf, stopping behind her. With her large left hand, she held the back of the Elf's chair, and with the other, stroked Rhouzanthoun's long, bone-white hair. The Black Elf did her best to remain motionless; perhaps if she showed absolutely no interest, the Orc would abandon her attempt and just hand the message over.
"What? Yuh don't wanna lay wi' anuvva woman, Elf?" The Orc lowered herself so she could whisper directly into Rhouzanthoun's ear and gently ran her rough tongue over the point it came to. "Are yuh afraid ya moit not loik it?"
Rhouzanthoun was not inexperienced in such ways, her training had required her to master many things, but it always felt strange when she had to use them with another female.
"I'd just rather not lay with you, Orc. Give me my message, your antics bore me."
Vursut grabbed Rhouzanthoun by the neck and with one swift move tore the cloak from her body. The Elf struggled, weaponless, gripping the Orc's forearm with both hands while her legs flailed about, trying to find some purchase. What other garments Rhouzanthoun had worn were just as easily removed.
The Orc whistled as her eyes played over the Elf's vulnerable form. She ran her hands over Rhouzanthoun's breasts and abdomen, admiring the definition in her muscles. Her fingers found a patch of short-cut white hair, neatly trimmed and maintained, and Rhouzanthoun drew a sharp breath as she found even more.
"Release me, Orc," she whispered through clenched teeth, drawing only enough air to be barely audible. "Release me now, and I may not kill you…"
Vursut chuckled to herself and ran the probing finger over her tongue. It tasted like a strange mixture of honey and chokecherries.
"Wi' a taste loik this, there's no way I can letcha go."
Protesting as much as she could given her lack of air, Rhouzanthoun was unable to put up much resistance as her captor ascended the stairs. She was not looking forward to what was about to happen, but it would not carry with it the same sense of violation that her experience with Semthak had. All she had to do was keep the Orc content, and she could retrieve her message and leave.
Resigned to her fate, she stopped fighting after Vursut tossed her onto the bed, and concentrated on catching enough wind to let her think. If all she had to do were to sate the appetite of one lustful Orc, it would be best to make it quick.
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When she awoke, she found herself bound to the four posts of the bed by the knotted remains of her cloak. Her daggers had been driven deep into the headboard above her, and the message tube lay empty beside her. Outside, the sun was showing itself to an awakening world. To anyone else it would have been a beautiful sunrise. She glanced around the room and saw Ordak seated by the door, while Vursut reached out and pinched one of her nipples. Rhouzanthoun could tell by the smell that the Orc was hoping for another round, but her superior told her to back off. "It's about bloody toim, Elf," the Orc grunted, seemingly displeased about something, "Oi was wunderin' if'n yuh were evah gonna wake up."
"What treachery is this, Orc," Rhouzanthoun snarled, tugging at her bonds, "I fulfilled my part of this, why am I bound?" Vursut purred at this, but Ordak told her to get lost and that was an order. Sulking, she turned and left, taking her musky smell with her.
"Well," he replied, rising to his feet and producing a thin tube of rolled paper, "seems you woulda stabbed us inna back fer our troubles if we let ya read this, ya little black bitch, so we made sure you'd be comfortable." "What are you babbling about, Ordak?"
Here, the Orc unrolled the paper and held it for her to read. It was in the Common script, by a woman's hand:
I'm surprised you allowed yourself to be so fooled, as
one of Grauz Il Iuren's favorite pupils, you should have seen
this coming. I could not allow you to upstage me by
persuading Behodehan to join the war, but he gave his advice
to the Sultan and ruined all my efforts. It took so little to
convince Vursut to play her part, she really does love the company
of a woman. After watching you rut with Behodehan I can only
imagine what sordid thing you did to get this. I truly hope
you enjoy whatever the Orcs do to you."
Rhouzanthoun cursed to herself. Ozalaund had been the one keeping Behodehan's ear, and thinking back, she had seen her there, lying across the thick legs of the desert potentate. She must have seen them together that night when she took the Man inside her and bent him to her will. "As much fun as dis 'as been," Ordak said with a smile, "we is supposed ta join up wit da rest o' de army dis aftanoon. I'd love ta enjoy yer little cunny, but after hearing about how many others ya let inside, I think I'd rather fuck a horse. Or Vursut." He turned and chuckled to himself, and just before he left the room, paused to gloat further. "Oh, yeah, an' by the way, ya know all o' them Men we caught? Well, we's lettin' 'em go, but not before we tell's 'em who gave us the idea to sack their town." Rhouzanthoun struggled against her bonds with all her might but was trapped. She could only wonder what was to happen...
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