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The Forest Elf Ch. 01

By: kuffsnkeys



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The forest was eerily quiet. The creatures of the night seemed to know that evil was amidst and stayed in their hidden lairs. The moon, full and luminescent, shone through the canopy of tall, wicked trees, casting long dark shadows like broken fingers across the wet, soggy floor. The air was cool and damp, a chill hung in the air. The outcast crept silently, save for the beating of her youthful heart. The forest floor was covered with moss and wet leaves, silencing her footsteps. 

The moon slipped behind a dark passing cloud, erasing all but the dimmest light. The outcast's eyes adjusted quickly, her pupils opened wide. She stopped and listened for any sounds. She could not yet hear them. She sniffed the air. The scent of burning campfires loomed. At the least, she was certain that the Royal Alliance was nowhere near; not this deep in the forbidding forest.

The Royal Alliance Army was formed thousands of years ago by the Kings of Tlateott, to counter the threat caused when the Dark Sorcerers created the Vandark Army, a conglomeration of evil men, Orcs, Trolls, Ogres, Goblins, and many other forms of dark creatures. The Vandark Army, in the beginning years, was nothing more than meandering gangs of evil creatures who would prey upon the unwary and the weak. They would rob, murder, and rape their victims, sometimes even enslave them. 

Over time, they organized into formidable combat units usually lead by Orcs. They created wicked weapons, trained in combat and mastered the arts of murder and torture. These units would assault the cities of the Alliance Kingdom, defended only by the City Kings' warriors. The small city militias were no match for the Vandark and they began to fall and their citizens killed and brutalized. Men were slaughtered after being forced to watch as their wives and daughters were raped by throngs of Orcs and Goblins.

The various Kings of the lands were helpless to stop the Vandark. Their cities were sacked and their subjects massacred. In the face of such brutality, the Kings convened and formed the Royal Alliance Army and a Senate to reign over the united realms. The Senate would be elected by the people of the lands and had the power to command the Royal Alliance Army. Kings of a member cities or realms would be protected by the Alliance Army against any threat from the Vandark. 

The Kings, however, were obligated to financially support the Alliance and provide soldiers and support staff. The agreement was that a King must draft every able bodied male and female at the age of seventeen and send them serve in the Alliance. The males, if able bodied, were to serve as soldiers and the females and non-combat able males to serve as support personnel. 

She continued her trek, carefully choosing her path. The moon had returned along with the thin shadows. The outcast was dressed in a thick, warm dark green hooded cloak at covered her head and obscured her face, hung over her small backpack and shoulders and draped to the ground. Under her cloak, she wore a light green blouse. The blouse was very soft, woven hemp, cut in a V which exposed a hint of her deep cleavage. Her black leather pants, cracked and weathered, hugged her hips and thighs, hinting to her voluptuous, hourglass figure and tapered down into her black knee high boots. On her thin waist a leather belt hung from her hips. A dagger and a razor sharp sword sheathed in a mud crusted scabbard were the only weapons she carried even though she was not skill in its use.

The outcast, Yersia van Clarva, was a Forest Elf, a sub-species of the true elves. Forest Elves, over the course of countless generations, developed traits unique to their kind. They retained the attractive, sharp features, hairless bodies, pointed ears, small hands and long fingers common to all elves. They do not have pale skin like the other elves, rather their skin is tan/olive toned. 

Unlike other elves however, Forest Elves have larger eyes; eyes with reflective retinas that allow them to see in near darkness. All elves have very keen hearing and excellent sight. All female elves are carriers of the 'Elfish Effect' and this especially true of the female Forest Elves, whom are very strong carriers. As a whole, Forest Elves are a bright, very loving and attractive race.

Yersia was no exception. She stood 5'6" and weight no more than 120 pounds. She had long, full, jet black hair, bright florescent green catlike eyes, and a beautiful face. She had lightly freckled, high cheek bones with slight dimples which charmed her attractive features. Her nose was pierced with a tiny green jewel on the left side. Her small mouth and full lips added to her beauty and her thin curved body hinted at her youth. She was full and heavy in the bust and narrow at the waist with a smooth chiseled stomach. Her legs were long, sexy, well muscled and accentuated her full ass and wide curving hips. Her voice was soft, sweet and seductive. She was, by the measure of any species in the land, a sexy and beautiful being.

Yersia was born to a loving middle class family in the Clarva Forests, the ancient home of the Forest Elves. In the Clarva Forests grow the Giant Avdark Trees. These trees grow to over 800 feet tall, trunks over 100 feet wide with massive, wide spread branches and smooth bark. It is in the huge hollows of these trees that the Forest Elves make their homes. Some of the hollows in the Avdark trees can be as big as houses and the Forest Elves used them for that purpose. The Forest Elves, over the centuries, have built huge communities in the Avdarks. A network of rope bridges and platforms interconnect the various houses, shops and taverns. 

Yersia was raised by her beautiful, caring mother and her strict father, who worked in their small family orchard, growing and selling fruit to the Alliance Army to provide for his family. He taught her, and her three brothers, how to hunt, track prey, fish and live off the land. She spent her childhood helping her father in the fruit orchards and her mother with her profession; making soaps, toothpastes, shampoos and hemp dental floss. Her mother taught Yersia how to grow and harvest the plants and herbs required to make these items and how to produce them perfectly. 

She was a happy and cheerful child, full of vigor and joy. She was sheltered from the chaos of the war between the Alliance and Vandark. She never had to experience the death and brutality of the world. She and brothers never went hungry as children and they were raised to respect all around them. The importance of family, discipline, complete personal hygiene and femininity was instilled in her at an early age.

When she turned 14, her body began to change. Her hips, once thin and narrow, like that of the boys in her village with whom she played and climbed trees with, began widen and curve. Her once flat chest began to grow full like that of her mother's. She was changing into a woman elf and it scared her. She saw that men began to notice her in ways they did not before. They would stare at her and look her up and down, making her feel uncomfortable. Some even tried to talk her into their beds. Yersia never liked this unwanted attention and shied away from it. And, to make things worse, all of her brothers had left home, drafted into the Alliance Army.

On her seventeenth birthday, she too was drafted into the Alliance and sent to serve in the City of Serronia, about 300 miles east of her home village. She was assigned to work as a nanny to several Officers of the Alliance. Most of her days she spend helping their wives care for infants and young children. She greatly enjoyed her duties as a nanny because it gave her extra time to make her favorite soaps, shampoos and toothpastes. She shared them with the families she worked for and they were very kind and thankful to her. 

Her time passed quickly but things were changing. Corruption had taken hold in the Alliance. Soldiers were no longer held to the high standards that were established in the past. Instead of fending off the Vandark, the Alliance began to suffer defeats; soldiers started deserting and moral fell. Rumors had it that the Vandark began to build encampments deep in the nearby forests. She often thought of home and she missed her family greatly. 

Yersia, being young and beautiful, was always harassed by the men of the Alliance. She endured their staring, comments, propositions and harassment. Her commanders would often order her to clean the barracks where she would be taunted by the young soldiers. They would walk past her and drop their towels, exposing their nudity, just to see her shy away. They walked around naked, teasing her and requesting favors of her. She hated them and their treatment of her. She never gave in and never allowed them to have her. She just did her duties and kept to herself. 

On her 18th birthday, Yersia was treated to a night out on the town with her friends. They took her to a nice dinner and then to a classy tavern which was frequented by the City's well to do. She and her friends danced and sang. Yersia loved to dance. She danced gracefully and seductively; they way she moved her hips to the music was mesmerizing to the men who watched. Dancing was a release for her but she had to be careful; dancing caused the 'Elfish Effect' to influence her thoughts and libido. Many times she came close to making regretful decisions, but her caring friends brought her back to reality. 

She danced, socialized and forgot about the troubles of the world. She would have had a wonderful night had it not been for a young Lieutenant that continually hounded her and bought her drinks which she politely refused. His advances continued and when he realized that the beautiful elf girl would have nothing to do with him, he called her a conceded bitch and stomped off. 

Yersia arrived back at her dorm late; she was tired and missed her family. She opened the door to her room and was suddenly shoved inside. She fell to the ground and her attacker slammed the door behind her and jumped on top of her, ripping at her blouse. 

She tried to scream but the assailant covered her mouth with his hand and placed a dagger to her throat. He threatened to kill her if she screamed. Yersia was terrified and completely overpowered by her attacker. 

"Scream, and I will kill you, Bitch," a voiced threatened from behind her! 

He tore off her blouse and bra and grab at her breasts, hurting her. She could smell a strong odor of whiskey on her attacker and gagged when he licked her across the neck. He man-handled her and forced her to roll over as he grabbed mercilessly at her breasts and crotch. She tried to fight him off but she was too small and not very strong. She felt both of his hands grasping at her soft thighs. She looked for something to fend him off with and noticed that he had laid his dagger on the floor, next to her head. She reached for the dagger, taking it by the handle, holding it tight. Her attacker yanked her panties off her hips, down to her knees and forced himself between her legs. Yersia knew that he was going to rape her and without thinking, she plunged the dagger deep into her attacker's neck. 

He immediately grabbed at his neck, and pulled the dagger out. Blood spurted from the open wound and spattered the floor and walls. He stood up and looked at his victim with wide open eyes, as if to plead for help. That is when she recognized him; it was the persistent Lieutenant from the tavern. He must have followed her home with the intent of having her charms, with or without her consent. 

He stumbled to the door and escaped into the hallway, leaving a thick spattering of blood on the walls and floor. He clutched at his gushing neck. He tried to scream for aid but only a deep wet gurgle escaped his lips. He made it about 20 feet before collapsing on the floor in a heap; he died shortly after, all the blood draining from his cooling body.

Yersia was soon taken into custody and interrogated about the incident. The unfortunate circumstance for her was that the investigators happened to be friends with the slain Officer. They covered up the attempted rape and made her appear as if she was a whore and lured the poor Lieutenant to her room with the intent to rob and kill him. In the end, she was convicted of murder and sentenced to death. To her great fortune, the jail was over crowded so the guards placed her in a holding cell, but the guard forgot to lock the cell door and she was able to escape. 

She snuck away from the jail in the dark of night and made her way to the edge of the city. She realized that she had nothing save for a jail jumpsuit. Having been a nanny for some of the wealthy city folk, she knew where to get clothes and supplies. She crept to the back of a Colonel's house, for which she worked for, knowing that he and his family would be out of town. She climbed through a window and grabbed clothing, food and some other supplies. She took some of the soaps and herbs she gave to the Colonel's wife and stuffed them into a small pack. Once dressed and fed, she made her way out of the city and escaped into the forest. 

She was alone now; at the mercy of the wilderness and the creatures that inhabited it. She knew that she would not survive out here alone and she knew that she could never go back home. After hours of walking, she climbed into a tree as morning approached. She wrapped herself in her cloak, listening to the night creatures and their evil, shrieking calls. She was alone, frightened and cold; she wrapped her cloak around herself, lowered her head and cried until she fell asleep.

She spent over a week in the forest, living off the food she had taken. She was fortunate that her father taught her to live off the land and to survive in the forest. She had no trouble finding fresh fruit in the trees and fishing the streams and rivers was simple and productive. She traveled at night, using her exceptional night vision to guide her. While wandering through the forest, she came upon a rouge camp. 

She hid in the dark forest, careful not let them see her. The rouges appeared to be human, their faces lit by their campfire. They had a male elf hanging by his arms from a low branch in the middle of their camp. The elf was dead; disemboweled with his intestines hanging from a grotesque wound. She panicked and ran away as fast as she could, terrified. The human rouges, too drunk and stoned, never knew she was there.

The sun was near rising so Yersia climbed high in a tree and sat in a hollow, sobbing. She knew it was only a matter of time before she would be captured by the Alliance, Vandark or worse. While she was hiking, she spotted several goblin tracks on a trail and troll droppings near the entrance of a cave she planned on sleeping in, but thought it would be best to keep moving. Sleeping high in trees was her safest option. Goblins and Trolls she knew are dangerous and she would have to avoid them at all costs. 

Goblins are short, squat, nasty creatures at eat the flesh of even their own. They are not large creatures; most males stand no taller than five feet and usually 100 pounds or so. They have scaly, reptilian skin and pointed ears and fanged teeth. They have long pointed noses that are usually covered with warts and they stink terribly. They are not bright as a species and will never accept an elf as a partner. They have been known to rape female humanoids but usually kill them afterwards. They never travel alone, usually in groups of at least 5 or 6. They make up the largest number in Vandark. They are not very strong and bravery is a rarity among them.

Trolls are also nasty ape like creatures; Hairy, filthy and hideous. They are the least intelligent species of the Vandark; they just assume kill an elf and eat them than to bargain with one. They are covered with course hair and sleep in their own waste. They are smaller than Goblins and not much of a threat by themselves. Never has it been documented for a troll to rape a female elf or human. They tend to live in dark places like caves and crevices and will attack creatures that travel alone.

Ogres are another vial creature of the Vandark. They are huge beasts, standing 10 feet tall and over 800 pounds. They will squash an elf before realizing what they had done due to their rudimentary thinking. They live in small bands and are rarely found this deep in the forests. They are temperamental creatures and not easily tamed. Only the Orcs can control them.

Orcs are the smartest and most dangerous creatures of the Vandark. Orcs are powerful and creative. They are large humanoids; larger than humans. An average Orc stands well over 6 ½ feet tall and over 300 pounds. Orcs have round, broad faces with flat noses, small red eyes, fanged teeth, undershot jaws and long forked tongues. They are thick in the neck and skull and have keen senses. They have dark green, almost black leathery skin and thick heavy bones. Broad and thick at the shoulders and narrow in the waist and hips, they are imposing beasts. They have massive trunk like legs, the stamina of a horse and the strength of three men; they are foes to be reckoned with. They can kill a man with a single blow and they are cunning and cleaver. Only the brightest, fiercest and most powerful of the Orcs become leaders and once a leader, they will impose their will on all who submit to them. And those who do not submit will be conquered, tortured and even killed.

Yersia, hugging her cloak tightly around her body to keep warm, cried, wondering if she would ever see her family again. She knew the Alliance would be watching her village, waiting for her to return so that they could arrest her. She could never go back. She knew that sooner or later, someone or something will eventually find her. And, when they did, she was afraid of what will happen. Rouges will rob, rape her and kill her. Trolls and Goblins will eat her. Ogres will simply crush her into the ground. The Orcs....

"What would the Orcs do?" She thought. She learned in the Alliance that Orcs are very organized militarily. Does that mean they have rules when it came to surrendering elves? What if they found her? She was not sure if they would kill her or keep her as a prisoner. What if she surrendered to them? Would they treat her as if she were a spy? Would they kill her on the spot? 

She heard stories of high ranking Orc officers keeping human and elf woman as pets, using them as their personal concubines. She did not want to die and she did not want to risk worse in this dark, forsaken forest. 

Not knowing that her naive and inexperienced mind was getting the best of her, she gave in and decided to track down the Orcs and attempt to persuade their leader to take her as a pet. She knew if she succeeded, she would become a concubine. She bit her lip thinking about the challenges ahead of her. If she were to be a concubine, she needed the 'Elfish Effect" to help her.

The 'Elfish Effect' is a condition unique to female elves. When a female elf reaches puberty, a very small gland at the base of her brain begins to develop. Upon sexual maturity, around 15 to 17 years of age, this gland begins to function. When the female elf is sexually stimulated, the gland releases hormones into her body. 

These hormones cause her skin to release pheromones that have a fresh, pleasant floral aroma that causes sexual excitement in males and other females as well. Also, the hormones released from the gland create a powerful intoxicating effect on the female herself, greatly increasing her own sexual arousal and reducing her sensitivity to pain by converting it to pleasure. The feeling it creates has been compared to being under the influence of marijuana and cocaine. The effect increases the sensations created during intercourse and even fellatio, to the point of creating oral orgasms. 


The Forest Elf Ch. 01



The intoxicating effect caused by this gland has been said to make female elves the best sexual mates of all the humanoid species. Another interesting point is that this condition is most prominent in Forest Elves and Mountain Elves, making them much more susceptible to its effects. The female Forest and Mountain Elves have been sought after as mates and sex slaves for ages. 

Also unique to elf-women is a second, clitoris-like numb at the back of their throats. The biological purpose of this feature is unknown, but it is believed to have developed to help elf-women better pleasure their mates, thus increasing their chances of keeping them around. Due to this second clitoris, only the elves can orgasm orally making them truly interesting sexual creatures. 

Once the sun began set, she awoke and opened her pack, and took out some of the dried fish and fruit that she had kept. She ate and drank, filling her belly. She then took out a container of the powdered soap she made in City of Serronia, and rubbed it all over her body. This special soap her mother taught her to make works equally well on dry or wet skin. The soap left her feeling clean and fresh. She rubbed some toothpaste on her teeth, gums and tongue. She had gathered clumps of jasmine flowers and used them to rub through her thick hair, leaving her hair smelling like a wonder flower patch. She felt clean and soft. 

Upon the arrival of darkness, she climbed out of the tree and continued her stealthy trek through the dark forest. The cooing of a raven and the sounds of buzzing crickets filled her sensitive ears. After several hours, her keen vision detected the glow of a fire in the distance. She began to hear the low grumbling of voices. She could not understand what they were saying for they spoke in their own tongue. 

Each race of creatures had a unique language, but all beings on Tlateott spoke Common. Common was created eons ago so that all beings could communicate with each other. She approached very cautiously, making sure she remained downwind. As she slithered through the low hung branches, she came upon an encampment. 

She hid amongst the bushes and tall grass stalks. She saw that this was no small camp but rather an Orc embattlement. She could see dozens of tents and several small campfires burning. She knew she had to be smart about how she would approach them. If they found her and thought she was a spy, they may kill her of the spot. Or worse, they would torture her and rape her to death. She had to give herself up and appear non-threatening. She crouched low and approached closer to the camp. The heavy thud of her heartbeat echoed in her ears. Sweat began to bead her brow and atop her bountiful cleavage even though the air was cool and damp.

As Yersia sneaked the perimeter of the camp, voices caught her attention. She turned her eyes, startled, toward the sound of the voices and noticed three orcs walking the perimeter in her direction. She crouched low to the ground as they approached. Suddenly, she noticed that the wind had shifted direction, and not to her favor. 

The three orcs continued to approach. They were about fifty feet away when they stopped. She peered through the bushes and tall grass. The orcs began to whisper to each other and they sniffed the air. 

"Oh no," Yersia thought to herself. "They can smell me!"

She quickly thought of her plan. She had to approach the Orcs; she could not let them find her or they will kill her. The Orcs had their backs to her, sniffing the wind. She took a deep breath and tried to stand up, but she was frozen with fear. She closed her eyes and tried to work up the courage but before she could, the Orcs turned her direction and continued walking, alert to something nearby. Something that smelled sweet, like the nectar of a flower. 

The three Orcs were dressed like soldiers, with steel and leather armor, long broadswords and knives. Yersia could hear their footsteps getting closer and closer. She could her them breathing; she could hear the clank of their armor. 

As they passed, one of the Orcs saw a tiny green twinkle of light out of the corner of his eye. He turned and looked down and saw what appeared to be a hooded figure lying of the ground. He looked closer and saw the face of an elf girl. 

She had a tiny green precious stone pierced through her nose and the light from the campfires glinted off of it. He stared at her for several seconds, perhaps not comprehending what he was looking at. Yersia could only hold her breath and pray. Finally, the Orc realized that what he was looking at was not a figment of his imagination; he quickly drew his sword and yelled in a deep, loud, growling voice, "Spy!"

His two companions turned and drew their swords. Yersia froze in terror and threw her hands in the air saying, "I am an elf! I am surrendering!" 

She tried to crawl way from them on her back, but the tail of her cloak was under her feet so she could not move; her feet kelp sliding off the tail of the cloak leaving streaks of mud from her boots. 

Again she shouted, "I surrender! I surrender! Don't kill me! Please!" 

One of the Orcs pressed the cold blade of his sword to her neck. "Wicked elf," he yelled, "Who comes with you?!" 

"I am alone, Sir," she pleaded!

"You lie! I will gash your throat where you lie! How many are you!" shouted the Orc as his two companions crouched, long swords at the ready while looking out into the darkness for the other elves. 

More Orcs approached.

"Show yourself," he demanded! 

Yersia reached up and removed the hood of her cloak. The Orc looked down and realized that the intruder was a female elf...A beautiful, albeit.

"Please, Lord, I am but one! I mean no harm. Please don't hurt me," Yersia pleaded softly.

"I sense no others, Captain. She is perhaps but one," growled another Orc.

More Orcs began to arrive; some with bows and others with battle axes and spears and others holding flaming torches.

The Captain, obviously the higher ranking of the three, peered at the Forest Elf. He saw the fear in her green eyes; eyes that reflect the moonlight as if she were a cat or another creature of the forest. She did not reach for her weapons nor call for aid from her kin, if she even had any. She was frightened and seemed lost. 

"Take her weapons," the Captain ordered. 

With that, one of the Orcs reached down with a clawed hand the ripped her belt from her waist, taking the sword and dagger with it. 

"What other weapons do you possess, Spy?" Barked the Captain.

"None, Lord! I beg of you! I am just an elf girl. I am no spy," she pleaded, breathing heavily and trembling with fright.

"Search her," commanded the Captain as he removed his blade from Yersia's throat. The Orc grabbed Yersia's arm and pulled her to her feet. He held her firmly as her searched her cloak and boots for hidden weapons; He could find none. He then ripped the backpack from her and began to rummage through it, looking for anything that would identify her as a spy.

"She is clean," the subordinate Orc responded.

The Captain's eyes fell heavy on the Forest Elf. His eyes were piercing and red as blood. 

"Take her to the General," he commanded. 

The other two Orcs grabbed her by her arms and lifted her clear off the ground and carried her off toward the center of the camp. As she was taken off, she saw that dozens of other Orcs had gathered around and were yelling and shouting profanities at her. They threatened to rape her, sodomize her and to throw her to the Javouls, which were large, wolf/bear like creatures of the Vandark. They told her that she would be raped by every Orc in the camp; fucked raw and filled with their seething cum. She is frightened to the core as they threatened her with all forms of barbaric acts of torture and death. 

She was lead to an area where a large series of fires that formed a ring around a group of tables. Around these tables sat several Orcs looking at what appeared to be maps or perhaps war plans. The Captain approached one of the tables and announced his presence and saluted. The Orc seated turned to the Captain, stood and returned the salute. The Captain spoke to the Orc in charge, turning briefly while point in Yersia's direction. The Captain appeared to explain how they came to possess Yersia and how she claimed to have been alone. Yersia, still being held by the two Orc soldiers, assumed that the Orc in charge was the General. 

The General turned and faced Yersia and approached her slowly. The General, standing well over 7 feet tall and weighting over 450 pounds, was a huge specimen. His shoulders were huge and as broad as a barn door. His arms were thick and ripped with muscles; his forearms were thicker than her legs. His legs were massively thick, powerful and covered with scars. He had a thick, strong, powerful back and neck. He certainly had seen his share of battles. 

His hair was long, matted into thick black locks that draped over his thick neck and huge shoulders. His barrel chest was covered by plate armor that was adorned with the dragon crest of the Vandark Army. His arms had leather bands above his venous biceps and thick leather bands covered his wrists. His stomach was rippled with muscles and carried several deep scars. He wore a bronze colored belt on his waist and attached to it was a black loincloth that fell across his gentiles to near mid thigh. From there, he wore tough leather boots which were caked with mud. 

His face, she thought, was not like the other Orcs. His face has smoother features, not the hideous, evil face of the others. He had smaller, fang like upshot canine teeth, but the rest seemed more human or elf like. He was somehow different, but she could think about it now. Still, he looked fearsome and intimidating.

The General stopped in front of Yersia and with his evil red eyes he looked her up and down. His eyes came to rest upon her ample cleavage, glistening with sweat. Even this massive beast felt a powerful urge in his loins upon seeing this young, supple Forest Elf. His eyes lowered to her stomach, exposed now that the other Orcs held her arms above her head. The General took in the sight of her flat, smooth olive toned belly, exposed from under her heavy cloak, and the narrow dimpled slit created by her bellybutton from which hung a long golden jewel, certainly of Elfish design. Her lower stomach, wet with perspiration, shimmered in the firelight. He raised his gaze to the Elf's eyes. She looked at him briefly, just long enough for him to catch a glimpse of her iridescent green eyes. He could see the youth and fear in them. Her lush full lips quivered. Her entire body trembled in terror. Her breathing was rapid. She quickly let her eyes fall to the ground for she did not want to offend him. She knew that he was soon going to determine her fate. 

"Release her," he commanded with a deep, grumbling voice. His order was follow without hesitation and she fell to the ground. The Captain tossed her pack to the ground beside her. Yersia lifted herself to her knees, sitting on her heels at the General's feet and looked up at his towering figure. 

The General then spoke directly to her, "I am General Shrogg, commander of this sector. Explain yourself, Elf! And if you lie to me, I will have you skinned alive."

Yersia looked at the ground, sobbing, "I was serving as a nanny in the Alliance when I was accused of murdering an Officer. He was trying to rape me and happened to kill him. I did not mean to. They sentenced me to death, but I escaped. I am alone and I have nowhere else to go. 

"I have been hiding in the forest for over a week and I am afraid. I did not know what to do so I came here to beg for protection."

The Orcs standing nearby laughed at the nerve of this little elf girl.

"Please, Sir, I beg you. I have been banished by the Alliance. I have nowhere else to go. I beg you Great General, please do not harm me," Yersia plead in a soft sobbing voice.

Other Orcs joined in laughter. Scared, thinking that they might decide to cut her to bits, she rose off her heels and looked up at the General. Tears of fear began to run out of her glowing eyes and rolled down her lightly freckled cheeks. She sniffled and trembled. 

General Shrogg could sense her fear and knew how helpless and desperate this elf girl was. "Are you frightened, Elf-girl," he said smugly? "You should be. I could kill you with my bare hands. I could crush the life from you for even looking upon me, spy!" He clinched a fist and grasped the handle of his sword with the other. 

"I beg you, Lord Shrogg," Yersia pled. "I'm not a spy. I am a helpless outcast and I have nowhere to go," she said tearfully. 

Shrogg, contemplating the situation, turned, walked to a large chair and sat down, facing her. He leaned forward, withdrew a wickedly curved dagger from his belt and placed his elbows on his knees. 

Shrogg looked long and hard at the elf girl, rolling the handle of the dagger in his clawed hands. "Come here, little girl. Stand before me." 

Thinking quickly and sensing the General's reaction when he noticed her breasts, she stood up and began to lightly bite her lower lip, trying to look as pretty as she could. She walked to him and fell to her knees before him in submission. Yersia was frightened to her core; she was now wishing she never come here to begin with. Even if he did except her, he was so massive. How could her little body do for him? Yersia looked around at the other Orcs. They looked battle hardened and ready to kill. She was terrified of them and she began to shiver harder. She was afraid that she was going to be giving to them and gang raped or torn apart limb by limb. She looked at the dagger in Shrogg's hand and swallowed hard.

In a soft sexy whisper that only Shrogg could hear, Yersia admitted, "Master, please allow me to be your servant. I will serve you to my death. I pledge you my servitude to you, my Lord. Please don't let them have me. I am just eighteen and a virgin. Please do not let them rape me!" 

Yersia knelt at General Shrogg's feet and placed her small hands upon his knees. She looked into his eyes and softly licked her lips with her long pointed tongue. She then began to slide her hands up his scarred, muscled thighs. Shrogg was surprised by this. He reached out with a clawed hand and grasped Yersia by the throat and lifted her off the ground and stood up violently. She yelped and grabbed at his wrists. 

Shrogg looked into her submissive eyes. He sniffed the air, catching her sweet, clean floral scent. Her face began to turn red as her squeezed her throat, so he released his grip causing her to fall back to her knees. 

He then spoke in his native tongue to one of his soldiers, who nodded and left. He then barked more orders and most of the other Orcs also left the area. He sheathed the dagger and grabbed Yersia's pack off the ground. He continued to issue orders to his men and they all left in different directions. 

Yersia remained kneeling, hoping he would forget about her and walk away so she could escape, but she was not so lucky. He reached down and threw his massive arm around Yersia's thin waist and lifted her like a rag doll, tossing her over his shoulder as if she were a sack of potatoes. Her hair and her cloak dangled from her as she was carried away from the fires and toward a large tent. The tent was much larger than the other tents, presumably his command quarters. As he walked, she could feel the power of his legs and she could smell the musky sweat on his body.

The tent was long and wide. It was black and surrounded by lit torches. Numerous large flags flew in the gentle breeze at the corners. The entrance of the tent was protected by a large canvas roof from which hung thick leather doors and the ground was covered with a green carpet, presumable to prevent dirt and mud from entering the tent. 

There were four well armed Orcs at the entrance of the tent along with two large evil looking Javouls; they were the General's personal guards. Far behind the tent in the distance was a gathering of Orcs performing in some sort of ritual dance. Deep drums pounded in a rhythmic beat. The drums sounded evil and wicked, like the beating of dragon's heart, yet at the same time, they sounded mysterious and erotic. Shrogg growled instructions to the guards and, with Yersia tossed over his shoulder, entered the tent. 

Inside, the tent was warm and comfortably dry. Shrogg released Yersia by dropping her on a couch and he tossed her pack to the other side of the room. She adjusted herself and sat up. She ran her fingers through her long hair while she looked around the room. Candles burned on tall silver stands which were spaced throughout the room and they lit the large space quite well. In one corner, a massive bed laid of the floor, covered with fur blankets and silken pillows. In another corner sat a large, jewel covered throne. Above the throne stood a huge golden dragon with wings spread out wide, emerald eyes and toothed mouth agape, the symbol of the Vandark. A soft fur rug covered most of the floor and there was a pleasant scent in the room. 

Yersia was taken aback by the luxurious setting. Never had she thought of Orcs as creatures of comfort. There was even a large fireplace in the other corner from which a small, crackling fire burned. The General turned and sat in the grand throne. He leaned back and placed a clawed finger to his chin and look upon the lovely elf.

"You say you wish to serve me, Elf? Hum, maybe I should just throw you to the urges my men and be done with it," Shrogg stated with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Yersia pleaded, "Please don't Master. I don't want to be raped. Master, I beg of you, please take me as your elf-girl. I have never been with a man before. Please do not throw me away. I offer myself to you willingly Master." She slid off the couch, onto her knees and held her hands together in front of her, as if she were praying. "Please, General. I bet of you!"

General Shrogg, upon hearing her pleas, could not help but be tempted. He had been engaged in campaign for years and had not been with a female the entire time. He had spent the greater part of his life away from anything to call home. The only females he has ever been intimate with were orcs and female orcs are not attractive creatures. They are short, squat and covered with warts. Their breasts are narrow and long, more like the utter of cattle. Plus, they stink. As a result, Shrogg has not had sex in years; five years to be exact. He had to admit, this elf girl could be quite pleasurable. 

"So elf girl, you say you are a virgin?"

"Yes, my Lord, I swear it. I still possess my innocence," she replied, afraid to look into his eyes.

"And you are offering yourself willingly to me and only me?" He asked, rubbing his chin with his clawed fingers.

"I do, my Lord. I offer myself to you. All I ask is that I be yours and yours alone. I beg you to not allow the other to have me. Please do not share me! I will be yours and I will do your every bidding, Master. I will serve your ever pleasure. Please, my Lord, allow me to only serve you. I wish you to be my sole Master and protector. You are all I have, Master," the Forest Elf said in a soft voice as she knelt before him twirling her hair with her long fingers, hands trembling from the overwhelming fear.

"Do you truly think I need you as my pet? What do you think you can offer me that I cannot take elsewhere? Why should I deny my men your body?"

"Please, my Lord, allow me the honor of serving you. Please protect me from the others!" She began to cry softly and tears ran down her cheeks. "Master, I can pleasure in ways no one else can. The 'Elfish Effect' is strong in me. I know I have never been with a man, but please allow me to try. Please, Master," she sobbed.




The Forest Elf Ch. 01



As she spoke, she began to slowly crawl across the fur floor toward the giant before her. Her breasts swayed beneath her in soft fabric of her blouse. Her cloak hung beside her arms and across her back and legs but still unable to conceal the sweet curves of her hips and ass as she crawled. Shrogg was beside himself at the sight of her. Never has he had an elf girl or any female other than Orc. His lust was billowing within him.

"I beg you, Master. Please allow me to pleasure you. Take me as your pet. Keep me for yourself." 

Her full black hair flowed across her face, the light freckles on her high cheeks, and her green eyes reflected the flickering candle light like the eyes of a night creature. She bit down of her full lower lip as she crawled closer to the General. She glanced at his crotch and noticed a bulge growing under his loincloth. Her heart pounded in her chest and ears. She tried desperately to hide the trembling of her body.

"So," he said as he sat in his throne. "You think you have the skills to pleasure me? You think you are worthy of my attentions and deserving of my protection?" 

"Please, my Master," she cooed submissively. "I offer you my heart, body and soul. I give myself to you. Please take me and protect me. You are my only hope of survival. Please! Please keep me as your pet, as your little elf girl. I beg you, Master!"

"You are a tempting treat, elf girl. If it is your true wish to serve me, so be it. Prove yourself now. If you are worthy, I will take you as my pet. You will serve my every need and every pleasure. You will do all that I ask without question. You will be loyal to me and only me. If you fail me, Elf, I will give you to my men and you will be their whore! Do you understand me?"

"I understand, my Lord, and I swear to never disappoint you. Thank you, Master," she said with a quivering voice and tears of relief in her eyes. 

She let out a deep sigh and felt the weight of death lift from her shoulders. She would survive and be protected and cared for. She now had a powerful protector; one that will never let harm come to her. But, first, her Master was waiting and now she had to pleasure him.

"Rise, my Pet," Shrogg ordered with a wicked grin. "What is your name?"

"Yersia van Clarva of the Clarvian Forest, my Lord."

"Yersia," the huge Orc repeated. "Dance for me Yersia. Dance for me and show me what you offer."

"As you wish, my Lord." 

Yersia, hearing and feeling the beat of the distant drums, slowly began to gyrate her hips in a sexy, seductive dance. She enticingly slid her hands across her belly, and up between her heavy breasts. She softly squeezed them, pressing them together causing her cleavage to grow even deeper. She continued to slide her hands up across her chest, up to the lock of her cloak. With a snap, the lock unlatched and the cloak fell to the floor, exposing her feminine silhouette. 

The Orc watched with attentive eyes as his new and only pet revealed the curves of her thin figure. He was very pleased at what he saw. He did not realize how beautiful and sexy this Forest Elf truly was for her cloak concealed most of her body.

Yersia continue to dance slowly and seductively in rhythm with the drums. She began to feel light headed, her skin felt warm and sweat began to bead on her flushing chest. It was the 'Elfish Effect' she was feeling; her dancing was causing her to fall to its charm. She could feel the fear leaving her body, replaced with burning, sensual desire that left her wanting to please this mighty creature. 

She smiled with dimpled cheeks as she placed one of her long fingers into her mouth and sucked it teasingly. She then turned away from him and bent over at the waist, knees locked, to loosen the straps of her boots; the leather material of her pants was stretched tight over her heart shaped ass. Shrogg's eyes were locked on her. Never has he seen something so perfect. Yersia continued to loosen the straps of her boots. Once she loosened them she bent at the knees to a squatting position, stretching the leather of her pants even tighter over her ass. Shrogg was feeling this creature's beauty deep in his belly. His heart began to pound in his chest. His breath was getting deeper. He felt the rage building inside him, as if he were preparing to engage in battle.

Yersia placed one hand on the fur floor and rolled herself over so that she was sitting on the floor, facing him. Her hair ran down her face, full and lush, and covered her shoulders and flowed over her breasts, leaving only her exquisite cleavage visible. Facing Shrogg, Yersia sat on the floor, legs spread with her knees bent up to her chest giving Shrogg a direct view of the tight leather material hugging her pussy and inner thighs. She slowly lifted her right foot off the floor, stretching the leg straight out in front of her toward her master, holding it off the ground as she reached forward, revealing more of her young soft breasts, and slid the boot and sock off her small foot. She repeated this with her other foot, all the while keeping her big, green eyes locked on the red eyes of her Master. 

With her boots and socks off, Yersia placed her hands on the fur floor in front of her and with both legs locked straight in front of her, rotated them outward and apart until she was doing the splits, legs out at her sides. She rolled forward on her pubis and kicked her legs out behind her and raised herself up on her arms, facing him with her tits hanging into her hemp blouse. He growled deeply in approval. 

She then raised herself up onto her wide spread knees and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. One by one, the blouse began to open from the bottom up. The bottom button opened first; the Orc saw her wonderfully flat and tanned stomach. From her perfect navel hung a long golden ornament with a shiny diamond in the middle. Her stomach was smoother than anything he has ever seen before. She was toned with a hint of muscle. Another button and her blouse opened further, the Orc could see the slight outline of his pet's ribs; another button and he could see that she wore a hemp bra, which snuggly held her full breasts. The last button freed, Yersia allowed the blouse to slip over her shoulders and fall to the floor with the cloak. 

The 'Elfish Effect' made her feel high, drunk with erotic thoughts. Her loins ached and her sexual desires fueled her. She danced, erotically swaying and rotating hip full hips and she ran her hands over her sensual body. She brought her hands to her breasts and squeezed them hard. She slid her hands to the center of her bra and began to slowly untie it; she pressed her breasts together while working the knot, causing her tits to bulge upward, amplifying her cleavage. 

She freed the knot and let the ends go while holding the fabric in place over her breasts with her hands. She continued to dance while rising to her feet, pressing and squeezing her tits together. She turned her back to Shrogg, removed the bra and held it up out to her side with an out stretched arm and let it fall to the floor. 

She then slowly raised her arms over her head, running her long fingers through her hair. She threw her head back, whipping her hair behind her back while turning to face him, exposing her heavy, perfectly shaped tits to her master for the first time. With her back arched, her stomach was stretched and pulled tight, making her belly appear even flatter and sexier, the jewel hanging from her naval sparkled in the candle light. 

Shrogg looked upon her full, large breasts, perfect in every way; even free from the constraints of her bra, her cleavage was prominent. Her breasts looked soft yet firm. Her aureoles were round, pinkish and her prominent nipples were hard. He was amazed that such a small female frame could carry such large breast. This only fueled is lust.

She turned away from him once again and began to loosen the buckles of her leather pants. She swayed and gyrated her hips to the drum beat as she slowly peeled her pants from her waist, over her ass and down her full thighs. Shrogg was mesmerized by the perfect skin, perfect tone of her ass and legs; flawless in every way, muscled and feminine. Only a tiny, red thong panty hugged her waist and crept between the smooth cheeks of her ass. She stepped out her pants and turned to face her Master all the while, dancing slowly and provocatively.

The 'Elfish Effect' was now completely consuming her. The unique hormones pumped through her veins and the floral scented pheromones began to fill the tent. She felt high, and her head buzzed with sexual desire. She wanted nothing more than to be taken by this beast and be ravaged and dominated. What Yersia was feeling was what they called 'The Curse of the Woman Elf'; once the Elfish Effect takes hold, the elf will become an uncontrollable nymphomaniac with a one track mind for sex and lust. Elf woman must always be careful for they could often be lured into a man's bed as easily as charming a snake.

She slipped her fingers into the string waistbands of her thong and was about to remove it when Shrogg interrupted. 

"Not yet, my Pet. Come to me," he ordered in a commanding voice. 

Yersia stepped toward him. When she reached him, he stood up from the throne, towering over her. Standing at nearly seven and a half feet, Shrogg was a behemoth compared to her five and a half feet. 

He growled deeply while looking down upon her nearly nude body and ordered her to kneel before him. She slowly went to her knees, making sure to keep her eyes lock on the eyes of her new Master. On her knees, Shrogg could smell the floral scent of her body. As he smelled her fragrance, he inhaled the pheromones she was producing and it made him shudder with pleasure. The pheromones he inhaled cause a rush in his body that released huge amounts of testosterone into his blood stream, filling him with an intense sexual energy and rage.

"Prove your loyalty to me, Elf. Show me how much you wish to be my pet," he said to her deeply.

Yersia looked at the massive bulge under his loincloth. She slid her hands up his trunk like, scarred thighs to the bronze buckle of his leather belt. As she unlatched the buckle, she looked up at him and licked her lips leaving them moist and supple. She freed the buckle and let it and his loin cloth fall to the floor. 

She flinched, shocked, when she looked at his groin. Just inches in front of her was the largest, thickest cock she'd ever seen. Thick veins coursed its great length; at the base hung two massive testicles the size of large hen eggs. His scrotum was hairless and deep green. Yersia's eyes went wide, hypnotized by the sheer size of it. The mammoth cock was flaccid and it still must have been over eight inches long and three inches wide. The blunt head was partially concealed under his foreskin, leaving only half the tip exposed. The penis looked very much humanlike, only much larger.

Shrogg smiled to himself, pleased at the reaction of the Forest Elf. He stepped back, removed his armor vest, and tossed it aside and sat in his throne. He left his legs spread with his menacing cock and balls hanging between. He watched as Yersia crawled between his legs, eyes filled with a hint of fear, her heavy tits swaying beneath her. She crawled up to him and rose onto her knees, mesmerized by the organ in front of her. 

She reached out and nervously took his giant cock in her small hands. She squeezed it and stroked it with both hands; it was too thick for her hands to wrap around. His flaccid cock felt soft, spongy and hot in her small hands. She squeezed it and examined it; this was the first cock she had ever seen up close, and certainly the first she ever held and touched. She was fascinated and mesmerized by it. Her mind was drunk with burning desire. 

Shrogg growled like a lion with pleasure as she stroked his huge member. She cupped one of his massive balls in her hand and squeezed it. She was in disbelief at it great weight. They were more like the balls of a bull than that of a humanoid. She lifted his heavy cock to the side, opened her little mouth and extended her long, pointed tongue. She held one of his testicles in her hand and began to lightly lick his scrotum with the tip of her tongue. She could taste the salt of his sweat on them. She kissed, licked and sucked on his balls, feeling him twitch slightly with pleasure. 

Shrogg shuttered when her hands first touched his penis. He had not felt such a wonderful feeling in his entire life. Her hands were soft and warm and gentle. She looked at it with fascination. Seeing her examine and inspect his impressive genitalia drove him mad. He could feel the blood begin to pump into his cock, swelling it. When her tongue licked his balls, it shot a chill up his spine. He gasped for air, clutched his fists and growled.

She then place her saliva coated tongue on the base of his cock and in a long, slow stroke, lick her way up the bottom of his shaft, following the long curved bulge of his urethra, continuing inch after inch until she reached the massive head. She used the tip of her tongue to lick at the large slit on the tip of his cock. She pursed her moist, full lips and softly kissed the tip of her master's cock. She passionately kissed it several times while looking up at his huge body while staring deeply into his lust filled eyes. 

She parted her lips and let the tip of his cockhead enter her mouth. She licked and sucked on it gently, causing her cheeks to curve inward. She was ecstatic at how wonderful his cock felt in her mouth. She began to feel the heat and moisture between her own legs. She moaned, high from the hormones pumping in her veins. She pulled the foreskin back from the head of his cock, exposing the large blunt gland. She sucked on the head while licking at the opening on the tip. She messaged and squeezed his testicles, rolling them around in his scrotum. 

Yersia held his cock with both hands, one at the base and one mid shaft and began to slowly bob her head on his penis while sucking hard. The outline of his cock head could be seen through the flesh of her cheeks as she fellated him. Her saliva began to coat his cockhead and she used her hand to smear it over his thick shaft. 

She looked into his eyes as she sucked on his head. She removed one of her hands and placed it on her breast. She squeezed her tit and pinched her own nipple between her fingers. She looked up at the General, noticing the muscles of his stomach; his abs and obliques were defined and ripped. His chest was very heavily muscled and bulging with power. 

She placed her hand on Shrogg's thigh to feel his powerfully muscled legs. His thighs were as hard as rocks and must have been thicker than her entire body. This Orc was an incredible specimen of strength and power. She looked up at his face and returned her focus to her sucking and she stroked his penis with both hands. She was surprised to discover how much she enjoyed sucking on his cock. She closed her eyes and savored his flavor while slowly relaxing her throat to take him deeper.

She could feel the Orc's penis growing and getting harder and thicker in her mouth and hands. She peered into his eyes again and pulled his cock from her mouth. The member was now semi erect and coated with saliva. She placed his cock between her breasts and began to pleasure him. He was so long that over half his penis stuck out from between her breasts. She sucked on the head as she used her tits to stroke him. 

Shrogg could feel the heat of her tits on his cock. Her breasts were as soft as velvet. The pleasure was intense. He looked down to see half of his cock wrapped between the tits of his Elf girl. The other half Yersia was busy licking and sucking. 

She then released his cock from between her tits and stroked him feverishly as she looked over his writhing body. She jacked his cock hard and fast. She lowered her face to his balls and began to suck and lick them while she worked his ever hardening penis.

Shrogg groaned and looked down at Yersia. She was a natural in the sex arts and appeared engrossed in her efforts to please him. He drew a deep breath as he enjoyed the feeling of her hot wet mouth sucking on his cock and the warm softness of her exquisite breast as they engulfed his shaft. He saw her look up at him, his cock head in her mouth, her full wet lips wrapped tightly on his shaft. Her green eyes reflected the candlelight. He could hear her suck and slurp on the head of his penis. The sight of her with her tits wrapped around his engorged cock, sucking on the head, was something he had never experienced. The sensation of her delicate fingers and long nails on his testicles gave him chills. 

Outside the tent, several orc soldiers were walking past the tent and heard the slurping and sucking from inside. They stopped and looked at the tent and saw the silhouette of Shrogg and Yersia, backlit by the candles. They could see Yersia's kneeling silhouette in front of their General tit fucking him and sucking on his large cock. The Orcs could not help but feel jealous of their leader and continued walking past the tent, listening to her slurping sucking with their shoulders slumped and heads down. 

Back in the tent, Yersia felt her Orc's strong hands grab a fist full of her black hair and guided more of his cock into her mouth. She closed her eyes, relaxed her throat and let his cock slide in deeply. She concentrated, relaxing as she felt the head of his penis enter her throat and slide down toward her belly. The sensation caused her shutter. Something in her throat felt wonderful as his penis pressed against it. Her throat muscles instinctively began to milk his cock. She used one hand to massage his testicles and the other to stroke his shaft near the base. 

Her entire body felt hot and tingly. She let more of his cock enter her throat as the feeling grew more intense. She sucked as hard as she could only to find that her throat felt more exquisite. She never knew that having a cock buried deep in her throat could give her so much pleasure. The 'Elfish Effect' had a very powerful effect on her and she loved it.

Shrogg looked down at his elf girl and saw over half of his massive organ basting in her hot mouth and throat. She stretched her jaw open as far as she could to accommodate his girth and held his cock deeply in her throat and stroked his shaft with soft and gentle stokes. He twisted his long fingers into her hair as he watched her slowly pull his cock, wet inch and wet inch, out of her throat and mouth. As the head of his soaked cock slipped passed her full lips, her held out her tongue, allowing his cockhead slid across and fall off the tip, leaving a strand of saliva attached to the tip of her tongue and the head of his cock. Shrogg, looking down, felt his seed swelling in his engorged testicles. He then stood up from the throne.

Yersia looked up at her master, eyes wide and bright and smiled, showing her perfect white teeth and her adorable little dimple and freckled cheeks. The green jewel on her nose sparkled in the candle light. Drool dribbled from her chin and lips. 

"Do you like they way I suck your cock, Master?" She asked softly. She pursed her wet lips, and continued to stroke and pump his slick, hard cock.

"Yes, my little elf girl, you suck very well. I think you will make a fine pet. Now stand. I must take you in my bed," he said deeply.

Yersia stood up, looked up into the eyes of her Master and casted a beautiful smile. She took hold of his cock, turned and lead him to the bed, on which laid several layers of soft mink fur blankets. At the edge of the bed, Yersia released his cock and crawled onto it clad only in her red thong. 

She crawled to the center of the huge bed on her hands and knees with her ass exposed, turned her head, looking over her shoulder at her master, and smiled. She swallowed hard when she saw that his penis was now full erect and well over twelve inches long. The foreskin was stretched back, exposing the entire head of Shrogg's gigantic member. The girth of his forfeitable weapon was insane and the veins were very prominent as they navigate its great length. 




The Forest Elf Ch. 01



His testicles hung low and heavy, nearly a quarter of the way down his scarred thighs. 

Shrogg looked at his concubine, perched on her hands and knees with her superbly smooth and full ass pointing at him. He admired the way the crevice of her arched back lead him to gaze upon her wide, curved hips. She trembled at the sight of his heavily muscled chest, chiseled abs and huge, broad shoulders and thick neck, fangs jutting up from his lower jaw. He pulled his black locks behind his head and tied them into a ponytail, no doubt to prevent them from interfering with him as he prepared to ravish his elf girl. 

As he climbed onto the bed, Yersia lowered herself onto the bed by lying on her stomach. She felt the strong, callused hands of Shrogg on her small feet. He slid them up to her muscled calves, up past the back of her knees and onto her baby smooth and firm thighs. He squeezed and rubbed the back of her legs and thighs, savoring the feeling of her warm, soft flesh.

His mouth watered as he began to slip his hands further up to the firm and smooth cheeks of her perfect ass. He cupped her cheeks in his massive hands and squeezed them. The sight of her olive skin and the red thong wedged into her ass was overpowering. Her sweet flora scent grew stronger and it filled his nostrils.

He grabbed her by the waist, lifted her, and quickly spun her onto her back. There, she lay in front of him. Her bare breasts hung heavily to her sides. She stretched her arms over her head, sprawling out on the bed. Her smooth, flat stomach sloped up to the v-shape of her pelvis and to the small triangle of red fabric that covered her unspoiled pussy. 

Shrogg sniffed the air. He could smell the nectar like scent of her vagina and knew that she was ready to be mated. He reached down with one hand and grasped the strap of her panty as it hugged her hips. He roared loudly and ripped it clean off her body, tossing it to the floor, leaving her completely naked before him. 

She bit her lower lip out of fear of what was about to happen. She had never had a man penetrate her before and she was afraid of the pain it would cause. She took little comfort knowing that the "Elfish Effect" would turn the pain into pleasure. Or at least, she hoped it would.

Shrogg kneeled between Yersia's legs, taking hold of her ankles, holding them high and wide, spreading her legs. He then positioned himself closer, laying his heavy cock onto her smooth belly, covering the golden jewel she wore from her naval. His enormous balls hung free beneath the root of his member. She could feel the heavy weight and heat of his cock on her belly. He lifted his cock and peered down in ecstasy at her smooth, hairless pussy, now exposed and vulnerable. Only a tight slit was visible from which two small pink delicate rose peddle like lips could be seen protruding. The moisture confessed for her that she was ready to receive him. He released his cock, allowing it to fall heavily onto Yersia's firm stomach with a loud thud.

He looked at his pet elf girl and said, "My slave, I am going to take your innocence and claim you as mine. You will forever remember this night." 

Yersia drew a deep breath and pulled her knees up and wide, offering herself to her Master and Protector.

Shrogg took hold of his cock and lifted it off her belly. He adjusted his position as he moved the head of his cock, sliding it down her belly and over her pubic bone. He continued to slide his cock further down her smooth slit and across her small, swollen clit. 

Yersia twitched at the sensation of his cock head on her clit. She never felt such a wonderful feeling. Her breath sputtered as her clit was stimulated for the first time. He rubbed his cock on her clit for several minutes, watching her slither beneath him, biting on her lip and watching her chest flush out. She grabbed her knees and pulled them to her chest and spread them as far as she could. 

Shrogg looked at Yersia, noting her beauty and curvaceous figure. She seemed so prefect as if she were bred for sex. Her pussy was completely hairless, like all elf women, and as smooth as the day she was born. His sensitive nose sniffed the aroma of her vagina; she smelled like honeysuckle, clean and pure.

He could wait no longer; he slid his cock further down, feeling the heat and moisture of her pussy. He rubbed the head of his cock against her vulva, lubricating it. He held his cock with both hands and began to push it into her. The monstrous head pressed against her pink delicate lips.

The pressure grew and the very tip of his blunt cock began slip slightly into her. She moaned loudly and her body tensed. Shrogg continued to push his cock; the giant head fought to enter her, but her virgin pussy resisted. She was so tight that his cock seem as if it were about to buckle. The giant Orc released one hand from his penis and grasped her by her waist and held her tightly to the bed; he drew a deep breath and pushed harder into her. 

Slowly, the massive head began to slide into her. Yersia closed her eyes tightly and her breath quickened as the head of her Master's cock entered her. The pain and burning was intense. She could feel the tip of his penis sliding into her and begin to press against her delicate hymen, but the thin barrier stood against the invader. 

Shrogg too, felt his cock against her hymen. He growled aloud as he now knew that this elf girl had been telling the truth; she was, without a doubt, a virgin. The huge Orc looked down at her with raging lust in his red, narrowed eyes. He released his hand from his cock and held her firmly by the waist. He pressed harder; the head of his cock pushed and stretched Yersia's hymen. She screamed as she felt her hymen begin to fail. Shrogg pulled her by her waist and roared as he pressed even harder into her; his cock, hard as tempered steel, was poised to conquer her innocence. 

She bit hard on her lip, released her knees and grabbed tightly at Shrogg's wrists. She screamed loudly as she felt her hymen begin to tear. The pain and pleasure shot through her body, causing her to arch her back off the bed and through her head backwards. 

Her hymen could no longer take the pressure and it tore away from the walls of her vagina sending a wave of intense pain and pleasure throughout her body. The Orc howled in victory as the head of his cock ripped through his elf girl's hymen and slid into her hot pussy. 

Yersia yelp as the first three inches of her Master's cock entered her. He felt huge, hard and smooth, like silk on steel. Shrogg stopped pressing and reveled in his victory. He knelt between her legs motionless, letting the head of his cock soak in tight, hot pussy.

The pain was intense for Yersia, but the cloudiness in her head soon turned it into burning pleasure. She took a deep breath and relaxed her body. She opened her eyes and looked at the huge Orc that had just penetrated her. His eyes were fire red, his huge, muscled chest and powerful arms dominated over her. Yersia licked her lips and gave her Master a small, seductive smile as he kneaded her breasts.

"Please, my Lord," she said breathlessly. "Make me your little elf girl."

Shrogg need no further encouragement. He held her hips tightly around her waist and pressed his cock further into her vagina. She was tight beyond belief and his girth so great that his cock slid ever so slowly into her. He clutched her hips and pulled her onto his penis. His cock penetrated deeper, sliding into her; the head and shoulders disappeared into her. 

Yersia moaned and screamed in both pain and pleasure as Shrogg penetrated deeper. Master pressed into her and pulled her on him, forcing the thick dark cock further into her body. She was so tight, Shrogg felt as if she were about to crush his penis. The heat of her body and the pulsating of her pussy sent him into frenzy. 

Yersia moaned and screamed as the thick member slid yet deeper inside her. She could feel the beating of his heart through his cock as the large veins that adorned its shaft pulsated. It sent shivers throughout her body. The heat from his cock warmed her from the inside. The Orc threw his head back, roaring. Inch after inch pressed its way into her soft pussy, stretching it to its fullest. He pushed and pressed, slowly sliding his cock deeper into her body until after ten full minutes, six inches of his massive, dark green cock had slid into her.

Shrogg remained motionless as he looked down upon his lovely elf girl. She opened her eyes and looked into his. She smiled at him, licked her lips and moaned as she slowly gyrated her hips, grinding the walls of her wet pussy on the shaft of his cock. He released her hips, sliding his hands gently up her sides, and took both of her large, soft breasts into his giant hands. He kneaded and massaged them carefully. He took his finger and softly pinched her hard nipples. 

Yersia lifted her head and looked down past her tits and stomach. She could see her Master's heavy testicles hanging from the base penis. She looked in astonishment at the remaining inches seven inches of cock that had yet to enter her for she felt stretched and completely filled by him already and she had only taken half of him inside her. 

She let her head fall back to the bed and she looked at the giant Orc above her. She ran her warm, soft little hands up his rock hard arms, across his massive shoulders and chest. She rubbed and caressed his body, admiring and worshiping it. The 'Elfish Effect' made her want more of his cock. It made her want to be fucked by this powerful animal. Her pussy and throat burned with desire. 

"Master, please take me. Ravage me and make me your woman. I want to fill your seed in me," she whispered to him as she clinched and twisted her pussy on his throbbing cock. 

He placed his hands on the bed just above her shoulders and slowly withdrew all but the head, showing a massive, wet, dark green cock, glistening in the candlelight. His huge round balls hung from the base of his trunk like cock, swinging heavily from side to side. He looked into her eyes, and with a long powerful thrust, he slid his monstrous, rock hard cock into her tight, moist pussy. 

Pushing and pressing, his cock slid deeper and deeper into her body. Four inches entered her body; five inches slid in; six inches, she resisted and gripped at the evil invader. Seven inches of thick cock impaled the elf girl. The sensation was overwhelming to her; she felt as if his cock were pressing into her belly. The Orc continued to snarl and look into her big bright eyes. 

His cock was gripped tightly by the elf's hot pussy. It grabbed at it, as if it were trying to pull it in further. 

"Take your Master's cock, elf girl," he moaned in a deep voice. 

Pressing harder, eight inches sank into her. Nine inchesssss!!! She arched her back arched off the bed and screamed. She spread her legs wide she squirmed beneath him. His powerful hips pressed a tenth inch of cock into her before hitting bottom. The thick head was pressed against the back wall of her pussy and nudged against her cervix. He could go no further, even though three inches of his penis remained.

He lay, motionless for an eternity, savoring the tight, soft glove of his pet's vagina. The 'Elfish Effect' caused Yersia's pussy to spasm and grab at his thick cock. Her long smooth legs came to rest across his massive legs as she relaxed and caught her breath. Her heavy breasts draped to the sides, flushed pink with passion. He caressed her soft, full breasts with his hands. The pure power of the animal was intoxicating. Her floral scent filled the tent and enraged his lust. 

"Your pussy feels so good, my pet. I will never share you! You will be my elf girl only! I cannot get enough of your body, Yersia," he growled in a low, animalistic voice.

The elf moaned, turned on even more, "Oh Master, you feel so good inside me. Your cock is filling me. Fuck me, my Lord. Fuck this little elf girl. Ravage me, my Lord. Please fuck me!"

Shrogg smiled upon hearing his pet beg for his cock. He placed one hand around her thin shoulder and another grasped her by the back of her neck. He then looked deeply into her glowing eyes and began to slowly pump his cock in and out of her aching pussy. He withdrew only a couple inches and pushed it back in. He fucked her slowly, softly, but powerfully. Her pussy squeezed tightly around his shaft. 

He fucked her slowly with six inches of his cock for several minutes while she moaned and rocked her hips beneath him. Her large tits rocked back and forth with each thrust. Her smooth stomach rose each time his cock was thrust into her, a testament to his grand size and then, as he withdrew, her belly flatten out. The jewel pierced to her naval lay across he tanned stomach, surrounded by beads of sweat. 

He withdrew further, leaving only the mammoth head of his cock inside her. He remained still for a few seconds, looking down at his cock, only the head and shoulders of it buried in her and over ten inches of thick meat waiting for the final powerful thrust. Shrogg leaned forward, gripped tightly at her shoulder and neck, holding her firmly as he thrust his cock deeply and forcefully into her pussy, penetrating her to the hilt. His massive balls clopped hard and heavily against her ass. 

She screamed at the top of her lungs as the head of his cock slammed against her cervix. She felt the cock rip into her so deeply, she though it had skewered her entire body. Her legs were thrown wide and she grabbed as tightly as she could onto his wrists. Every Orc in the camp heard the scream and knew what had just taken place!

"Oh, God!" she screamed. "Yes, Master!!! You're so deep!" She dug her nails into his thick back as his cock penetrated her completely.

Grabbing her tightly, he started thrusting into her pussy. He was growling and snarling as he withdrew to the tip and slammed back into her to the root of his cock. Thrust after powerful thrust rocked her beautiful body. His cock slid in and out of her, creating a wet, sloppy sound. Yersia could feel his cock pump into her with power and rage. She felt his massive, heavy balls slap against her firm ass repeatedly as he fucked her. Over twelve thick inches of hard cock thrust and pumped into her delicate little pussy mercilessly.

The tent was soon filled with the Orc's musky scent of sex and the Forest Elf's flora pheromones. Yersia was screaming and moaning and begging to be fucked harder. Her hips gyrated and rocked faster and harder to meet his forceful thrusts. The golden jewel pierced to her naval flopped back and forth while she was being fucked by this raging beast. Her pussy gripped tightly at the Orc's massive cock as he ravaged her like a wild rabid beast. He engulfed one of her breasts into his clawed hand, groaning louder as he squeezed and kneaded.

"Oh Fuck," Yersia screamed in pleasure. "Oh fuck yes! Yes!" 

Yersia felt an intense sensation building up inside of her. It grew stronger and hotter within her until she felt as if she were going to explode. Finally, she let out a loud scream as her pussy spasmed and contracted around the General's penis. Her first ever orgasm ripped through her like a red hot sword. She threw her head back in pleasure, arching her back off the fur covered bed. She wrapped her legs tightly around her master, her huge tits rippling back and forth from the pounding. Her smooth, firm stomach was covered with sweat. 

The Orc was howling and snarling while clutching her hips with both hands and forcing her tight pussy onto his cock. His power was incredible. With each powerful thrust, shockwaves tore through her slender body, rocking her tits back and forth. Orgasm after orgasm pulsated through her; her body trembled and convulsed. She screamed out loud as the orgasms became more intense. She clinched her jaw tight and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her pussy contracted and spasmed, sending shockwave after shockwave through her body. His massive cock completely impaled her bald pussy and withdrew completely only to be slammed home again and again. His massive balls slapped and clopped against her ass. His muscles flexed; each fiber visible and his veins budged. 

Her repeating orgasms were ripping and burning through her as she continued to scream in ecstasy. Her little body slammed forwards and backwards as her Master fucked her. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through the Forest Elf's tiny body. Time blurred for Yersia as her intense orgasms continued one after another. The General's hips and thighs slammed into her with incredible power, rocking her across the bed. He held tightly onto her hips with his massive hands as he pulled her toward him to meet each thrust of his cock. The slapping and pounding of their bodies echoed across the encampment.

"GGGRRRRRR, you feel so good, my little elf girl," he said as he continued pumping his cock into her. 

Yersia screamed in sheer ecstasy as she felt the hard protruding veins of his cock touching the sides of her pussy, hitting her g-spot and sending shivers all over sweaty body. She could feel his cock start to swell as he fucked her pussy harder, his balls slapping hard against her. 

With a mighty thrust, he rammed his cock into her with all his might and pulled her powerfully by her hips tightly against his thighs. He let out a loud roar and threw his head back in triumphant victory. He held her tight as his entire, massive cock laid buried in her hot, wet pussy. Her body spasmed and she rocked her hips, twisting her pussy onto his penis. Sweat covered her entire body; her sweet flora scent filled the room. Her orgasms slowly subsided as Shrogg held his cock still, completely buried in her aching pussy.

After several minutes of feeling his cock buried deeply in her pussy, he slowly started to withdraw himself. Inch after inch withdrew from her slender, sweat covered body. The head of his penis slipped out of her tight vagina with a plop! He climbed out from between her legs, breathing heavily and stood at the edge of the bed. 

He reached out and grabbed her by her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He then picked her up by the waist and spun her over on the bed, leaving her on her hands and knees. He separated her legs and pressed her upper body to the fur blankets, leaving her ass high in the air to allow him to see her puffy, swollen pussy and the small star of her asshole. He grasped her by the hips and spread her knees apart further. With her beautiful ass in the air, the Orc mounted behind her. She felt his powerful grip on her hips. She then felt the head of his gigantic cock press against the soft peddles of her pussy and begin to enter her. His cock slid in and with a slow, steady and powerful thrust, his cock slid smoothly into her pussy until all thirteen inches were buried into her. 

Without mercy or caring, the Orc began to fuck her like a wild beast. His heavy balls swung up from under his dominating cock and slapped hard against her clit and lower stomach. The Orc growled deeply as he pulled her onto his cock over and over again. For over ten full minutes he pumped his cock into her tight body. Pounding, forcing, thrusting, slapping. He pulled her hair and grabbed hard on her ass cheeks as he mated her. He reached under her with his long muscled arms and cupped and squeezed her huge swinging tits with his clawed hands. 

Yersia felt the burning building within her again as her orgasms approached. It started in her loins and quickly spread throughout her belly, up her spine and body, slowly building and gaining strength. It kept building and growing as Shrogg hammered is mighty cock into her. The pressure grew so much that Yersia felt as if she were about to explode when all of the sudden, the orgasms erupted in full fury. 

She buried her face into the blankets and screamed with all her might. She grabbed two fistfuls of the blankets as her body convulsed with the orgasms. Shrogg continued to slam his titanic cock into her as he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled face from the blankets. Yersia could not help but scream loudly as the orgasms ripped and reverberated through her over and over again. She was lost in a drunken haze of lust and sex. She wanted to feel her master's cum inside her. She wanted to fill his powerful testicles pump his seed deep into her. 




The Forest Elf Ch. 01



"Oh yes, Master! Cum in me. Please, Master! Fill me with your hot cum! Please! Please my Lord! Cum in me," Yersia screamed as her tits rocked back and forth from the pounding she was taking. 

Without any further encouragement, he thrust hard and deep, buried to the root of his massive cock, balls pressed hard against hard thighs. His body convulsed and shook. Shrogg felt his testicles pull and lift. The powerful orgasm, his first in nearly five years, worked its way from his balls, through his lower body and into his urethra. 

He continued thrusting and pumping his cock into her. He withdrew all but the tip of his cock and slammed all thirteen inches back into her over and over again. He felt his orgasm rocketing through his long thick cock and approach the large slit of his urethra.

He forced is cock deeply into Yersia's body and pulled her onto him with all his might, the head of his penis press hard against her cervix. He threw his head back and with a loud, bellowing roar, he shot a hot, powerful torrent cum deep into her womb. Yersia screamed when she felt the first mighty spurt of her master's semen slam into the back of her tiny pussy. 

"OH GOD, MASTER! I CAN FEEL YOU CUMMING IN ME! OH GOD! OH GOD! CUM IN ME," Yersia screamed as loud as she could. Loud enough to let the rest of the encampment know who she belonged to. 

Shrogg let out a triumphant bellow, shaking the tent. Jet and powerful jet of semen spurted against the back wall of Yersia's hot pussy. The hot fluid forced its way past her cervix and into the deepest regions of her uterus. His cum was spurting over and over again. He ejaculated long and powerful jets of cum into the elf. His cock throbbed and pulsated as he ejaculated his cum over and over again. His hands held her hips and ass tightly against him with his cock buried to the hilt. His massive balls twitch and withed against the back of her thighs. 

The Orc howled, he snarled his fanged teeth as drool ran from his mouth. More pulsing. More cum. More spurts. 

He began to deep stroke her, thrusting deeply into her and he ejaculated massive spurts of his semen into her. Cum was leaking out of her pussy, oozing out between his slimy cock and her tightly stretched pussy. Sweat shone all over both their bodies.  

Still on her knees, ass in the air, tits pressed against the fur bed, her body still trembling from her own orgasms as the Orc's throbbing cock remained buried in her, pulsating with his heartbeat. The convulsions continued as the Orc spurted more of his steaming hot seed into her. He gasped for air. His muscles twitched. He balls hung motionless beneath him. Her tight, bald pussy held his thick Orc penis, milking the last of his cum.

Shrogg was gasping for air. He was drenched with sweat. He looked down at his elf girl on her elbows and knees. His cock was completely buried in her as her wide hips and full ass glistened with sweat. Her arched back looked sexy and strong. Her chest was pressed against the bed and he could see the sides of her heavy tits being pressed out to the sides from underneath her. 

She gripped tightly at the blankets. He felt the last dribbles of cum flow out of his cock. His pet elf girl slowly rotated her hips, milking his cock of its last drop. She moaned and her breathing was rapid and deep. She was grabbing at the fur blankets with her petite hands. 

Several steamy minutes later, the Orc slowly began to withdraw his massive, veiny cock, inch by inch. Yersia felt his cock retreating, causing her cum filled uterus to contract. As he withdrew the head of his cock, they both heard the loud "slurp" from the suction followed by torrents of his piping hot semen. He ejaculated so much cum into her that cupfuls flowed out of her pussy, down the insides of her thighs and onto the bed and blankets.

Yersia collapsed on the mattress, exhausted, her pussy still pulsing and twitching from the fucking she received. She rolled over onto her back with her spread legs in the air, knees pulled to her chest. The Orc growled triumphantly as he looked down at the tiny beautiful naked night elf. Her full breasts, long sexy legs, wide hips, flat belly and his cum oozing from her bald pussy made him feel as if he had just her conquered her. His breathing was rapid and deep as he tried to catch his breath. 

She lay there, soaked with sweat, smiling at her Master with wet lips, dimpled cheeks and perfect white teeth. Her eyes were wide, bright, and youthful. She looked so alienable and tasty; the shape of her long legs curving into full, wide hips to her narrow waist. Her huge, firm tits fell forward as she lifted herself onto her elbows. 

She looked at her Master's shiny cock with wonderment in her eyes. It had already begun to soften, the head partially covered by the foreskin. Thick veins still ran down its length. His cock, semi erect, still looked formidable and powerful. A large drop of cum clung to the tip of the dark green head before falling to the floor. His testicles, massive and heavy, hung between his spread legs.

"My pet," Shrogg said breathlessly while climbing off the bed, "Your body has satisfied my greatly. You have proven yourself well, Yersia. I take you as my exclusive pet and concubine. You need not worry about any other. You will belong to me and only me."

With that, Yersia sat up, Indian style, smiled and clapped her hands. She felt wonderful and joyful, as if a ton had been lifted from her shoulders. Of course, she was still under the 'Elfish Effect', but she was ecstatic nonetheless. She jumped off the bed and ran over to her Master and jump into him, wrapping her arms around his thick neck. She hugged him the best she could (he was just too big for her to wrap her arms around) and kissed his bulging chest. 

"Oh thank you, Master! Thank you!! I will never disappoint you, my Lord," she said with glee. 

Shrogg was taken aback by the excitement of his new pet. Her perkiness made even him smile inside. He could not help but feel sense affection for her. She is such a beautiful little thing and she satisfied him in ways he had never been. He felt whole and powerful. His body felt relieved and refreshed. He knew that he would protect her with his life. He actually liked this elf girl. It was an affection he had never felt before.

To Yersia's surprise, Shrogg retrieved a soft blanket for her to cover herself with. She returned to lie on the bed as she watched him walk to the other side of the tent. She gazed upon his heavily muscled back, ass and legs as he picked up a thick woven green and tan robe. He put the robe on and told Yersia that he had business to tend to and that she is to remain in his tent for the rest of the night. He yelled several orders to the guards outside of the tent as he departed. She heard other Orcs outside the tent respond to his orders and begin moving about. Soon, several female orc servants entered the tent with clean water, fresh fruit and a roasted chicken for her to eat. One of the servants approached her, kneeled submissively and introduced herself.

"My lady, I am Verla, the Lord Shrogg hasss designated me as your ssservant. If there isss anything that you require, pleassse let me know and I will sssee to it. Lord Shrogg hasss marked you has hisss exclusive concubine and therefore, I am at your ssservice, my Lady," she said when a whispering his. 

Verla was an average sized female orc, standing about 5'10" and about 190 pounds. She had all the features of an orc: thin red eyes, undershot jaw with jutting fangs, long black hair and dark green skin. She was dressed in a silken green gown adorned with dragon crest of the Vandark. She appeared to be older, perhaps in her 50s.

"Thank you," Yersia said politely as she bowed her head in respect. Verla appeared taken aback by this; perhaps she was not used to kindness being shown toward her by her Masters. Verla returned the bow and snapped her fingers toward another, much younger, female orc. The younger orc placed Yersia's meal on a table and poured her a large cup of water. Verla held her hand out toward Yersia as if to offer her a hand off the bed. Yersia took hold of her hand and stood up, clutching the blanket to her naked body and was escorted over to the table. On the plate in front of her was a whole roasted chicken, garnished with vegetables and fruit. It was then she realized how hungry she was. Her stomach groaned as she began to feast on her hot meal.

While she ate, Verla and the other servants mixed a strange potion for her. Verla pour a decent amount of the dark brown fluid into a mug and handed it to her. It was fizzing with bubbles and smelled strange and bitter like nothing she has ever seen before. She looked to Verla and asked what it was. Verla said it was magical and that Lord Shrogg demands that she drink it. Yersia took a deep breath and poured the bitter drink down her throat. It burned her throat on the way down but was not half bad. Later, she would find out that the drink was actually a potion that would keep her from getting pregnant. Yersia ate her dinner while Verla and the servants replaced the bedding and cleaned around the tent. When she finished, they took her plates and left her with a small bushel of mint leave to chew on to freshen her breath. As she chewed the mint, she wrapped herself in the fur blanket and began to walk around the tent.

Yersia felt like a woman for the first time in her life. She listened to the distant drum beat and danced by herself. She did not know why she felt so good, considering a 400 pound Orc just took her innocence. She began to dance and enjoy the high of the 'Elfish Effect'. She was warm and her belly was full. She sang aloud, loving the feeling of the soft fur rug under her sore feet. She danced, sang and smiled to herself until she lost track of time. 

When she finally opened her eyes, she saw that General Shrogg was sitting in his throne, watching her. He was wearing a loin cloth around his waist and nothing more. She kneeled upon seeing him and smiled at him. To her surprise, he smiled back. 

"Come to me, Yersia," he told her in a soft, deep voice. She rose and kneeled in front of him as he sat. 

"Yes, Master," she said as she looked deeply into his eyes.

"Before we sleep, you must prove yourself in another way, my pet," he said.

"I would love to, my Lord. What would you like me to do for you, Master," she asked with a smile.

"I have heard about this so called 'Elfish Effect'. Are the stories true?"

"Yes, Master, they are true." Yersia went on to explain to her master how the 'Elfish Effect' works and how it influences her and how it helped her to please him earlier. 

"I see. Well, before we sleep, I would like for you to pleasure me again; this time with your mouth."

Yersia looked into his eyes, twirled the tip of her long ponytail with her long finger and slowly licked her lips with a wet tongue. "I would love to, my Lord," she whispered as she removed her robe. Her fresh, clean, naked body knelt before him. She reached up to him and pulled his towel off his hips.

His cock was massive as ever, lying across his lap to one side, thick and veiny. His huge balls hung between his legs. She reached out and grasped the wide girth of her master's soft cock. She held it with both hands, and began to softly stroke it. She could tell by the fresh scent on him that he had bathed while he was gone.

Hungrily, she took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking lightly and licking the tip. He groaned as she licked the length of his green cock. She sucked on his massive green balls, moaning as she sucked them one at a time into her hot mouth. She messaged them and licked them. She rolled his testicles around in her hands and squeezed them. She admired the grant size and weight of them and thought to herself how much cum these globes could produce. She looked up at him, smiling wickedly, moaning like a good elf girl. The high of the 'Effect' returned full force.

She held his cock with both hands at the base and, with her mouth wide open, slid his thick cock deep into her throat. She was immediately able to swallow seven inches of his semi erect cock and sucked hard on it. She felt the head of his cock touch the "clit" in the back of her throat. She closed her eyes and relaxed as she began to give him his first true blow job. 

With the head of Master's cock deep in her throat, she used her throat muscles to milk and stroke his shaft while sucking with all her strength. She used one hand to stroke his shaft and the other to cup and massage his balls. She opened her eyes and locked them with her master's. As she bobbed, slurped, sucked, licked, and stroked his Orc cock she felt her sore pussy twitch and burn with desire. Saliva coated his dick and ran down her chin, neck and flowed between her full tits. Master had both hands on his pet's head, wrapping her braided ponytail around his long fingers. The suction of her mouth was so strong that with each partial withdraw, a long, loud slurp could be heard outside the tent and the outline of the head of his massive cock could be seen through the flesh of dimpled inward sucked cheeks. It sounded wet, sloppy and messy.

Yersia sucked and sucked for over 15 minutes while Shrogg sat in the throne. As she sucked him, she slid more and more of his cock into her throat. Soon, she had swallowed all 13" of him. Her jaw and throat were grossly distended when she took him to the hilt. With his entire penis in her mouth, the head of it was nearly in her stomach. She was amazed at she was able to swallow all of his cock and even more amazed to discover that she loved it. She finally understood what was meant by the "Elfish Curse" and why it made female Elf's much sought after sex partners.

She sucked hard on just the head of his cock before she slowly sucked his entire penis into her mouth and throat. She sucked as hard as she could and let his cock slid back out. She slid her mouth on his cock, deep throating him and stroking him and sucking on his testicles. His cock was covered with her saliva which she used as lube to jack his massive length. She was bobbing on his cock, deep throating him when she began to feel a new sensation flow from her throat to the rest of her body. The sensation grew as she bobbed faster and sucked and stroked hard on his cock. 

Building within her was her first oral orgasm. She bobbed her head feverishly on her master's cock, sucking with all her might. The orgasm hit her so hard she swallowed his cock to the root. Her eyes rolled back and wave after wave of intense pleasure shot through her like a lightning bolt. Her throat contracted and convulsed on Shrogg's cock. He howled in pleasure as she throat fucked his massive cock. Yersia tried to scream in pleasure but the cock in her mouth muffled it. She closed her eyes tightly and grabbed hard on his cock and forced all of it into throat. She sucked and slurped feverishly as her oral orgasm reverberated over and over in her throat and mouth. Shrogg was breathing fast and heavy and his hips began to pump in cock into her mouth more rapidly.

His grip in her hair became more firm and his body began to tense. She sucked with all her strength as her throat continued to contract and constrict on his cock. Shrogg released a loud as the first torrent of cum surged out of his cock and into the back of Yersia's throat. She swallowed and swallowed as the copious amounts of sperm ejaculated from his cock. She slid her throat off his shaft until only the head of his cock was in her mouth so that she could taste his cum and savor her Master's flavor. Spurt after powerful spurt leapt from his cock and onto her tongue. 

Her master yelled and howled, "Swallow me, Pet. Swallow my cum!" She thrust his cock deep into throat her again until his heavy balls came to rest beneath her chin. He continued to ejaculate hot semen down her convulsing throat and into her belly. Cum began to trickle out of her mouth and run down her saliva covered chin. His semen was hot, very hot and to her it tasted sweet, like honey and sugar so she swallowed all she could. Gobs of creamy white cum ran down her chest, between her heaving tits, onto her flat firm stomach and flowed down into the slit of her bald pussy. 

Moments later, Master's cum subsided and his trembling lessened. She continued to suck hard on his cock while she slowly pulled it out of her throat, across her tongue and past her full lips. The spurting of his cum slowed until his massive testicles were complete drained of their contents. 

Yersia sucked hard on the tip of her Master's penis, attempting to extract all the cum she could. With the tip of his penis in her mouth, she grabbed his cock at the base with her fist and, using the side of her thumb, she pressed it against his urethra, Yersia then gripped it tightly and slid her hand slowly up his cock, forcing the remaining semen up and out of his cock and into her hot mouth. She sucked the last of his cum as it oozed out of the tip of his penis into her mouth and greedily swallowed it down. She used her other hand to squeeze and fondle his large testicles. She slurped on the head of her Master's cock for several more minutes until his cock began to soften. 

Yersia's belly was full of his cum. Her pussy was full of his cum. He sat, looking down at her with half closed eyes, breathing heavy. His chest muscles bulged and his stomach was ripped with muscles. Below him, kneeling at his feet with his semi-erect cock in her mouth, was a beautiful, green eyed, Forest Elf. His cum oozed out of her mouth and onto his lovely tits; her full and luscious ass red and her pussy swollen from her earlier fucking. He smirked to himself to think what human and elf males would think to have witnessed such a perverse act; to see a huge Orc fuck one of their beauties and cum in her pussy; to see her swallow his cum and be kneeling before hem with his cock in her mouth. 

She continued to suck on his cock until it softened and all his cum had been extracted. She took her mouth off it and softly stroked it and messaged his empty balls. He cradled her lovely face in his massive hands and looked into her eyes. She smiled lovingly at him and kissed the head of his cock. 

He stood up, bent down and lifted her into his arms. He carried her to the bed laid her gently on it. He climbed over her and lay down next to her and pulled the fur blankets over them both. He was lying on his back so she climbed on top of him and laid her head on his chest. She could hear the thud of his heartbeat and she felt the heat of his body. Shrogg placed his huge hands on Yersia's back and softly caressed her. He rubbed her back, caressed her lovely ass and the back of her thighs. She could feel his soft, yet massive cock underneath her, pressed against her full belly moving and pulsating in time with his heartbeat. Soon, she heard his rhythmic breathing and a soft snore. It was at that moment when she knew that she would be ok. She was safe, warm, well feed, and sexually satisfied. She smiled to herself, closed her bright green eyes and drifted off to sleep atop a sleeping giant Orc.

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The Forest Elf Ch. 02



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Yersia awoke the next morning to discover that General Shrogg was gone, however she was not alone. She knew it was very early in the morning; dawn had yet to emerge. The air in the tent was warm and dry; the fire was still burning low and crackling.

The female Orc, Verla, was at the table setting what appeared to be breakfast. She turned, looking back over her slouched shoulders when she heard Yersia stirring. Verla was dressed in a shiny red kimono which was covered with silver stitched accents that hung to the floor, dragging behind her as she walked to the east corner of the large tent. She opened a leather bag, much like a suitcase, and removed a folded garment. She methodically unfolded what turned out to be a long fur robe and meekly handed it to Yersia, avoiding all eye contact. The elf-girl took the robe, sat up on the bed with her legs tucked under herself and wrapped it around her stiff, naked body. She was immediately comforted by the cool, soft, mink material on her skin. 

She rubbed her eyes and yawned, stretching her arms over her head while twisting from side to side. She pulled her legs out from underneath herself and scooted to the edge of the large bed. She slowly stood up and stretched again, immediately realizing how sore she was. Her back and loins ached and throbbed. Her jaw was sore, as well as the insides of her thighs. She slowly shuffled her feet toward Verla, who had returned to the table. 

As Yersia approached the female Orc, she noticed that Verla was much larger than herself. Even though the female Orc stood with a prominent hunch in her back, she was taller by several inches and easily outweighed her by 90 pounds. The orc's hair was black and fashioned in a topknot on the crown of her head. Her face was very sullen and hollow, with narrow eyes that were sunken into her broad skull. She had a very short, thick neck, a loose double chin and undershot jaw that sat below her thick lips and yellow, dulled upturned canines. She had a thick, stout body and, despite her apparent age, seemed strong and robust. Her hands were deep green, much like the rest of her flesh, and speckled with warts. Her long black claws did not seem to curtail her efforts as she arranged Yersia's meal setting on the table.

"Good morning, my Lady. Lord Shrogg is tending to hissss soldiers and had to depart early. I pray you had a resssstful ssssleep," Verla said with a hiss as Yersia approached.

"Good morning. I slept like a rock. I did not even wake when the General left," she replied softly, not knowing exactly how to address Verla. Was she supposed to bow to her, or somehow show submission to her? Yersia was realizing how little she knew about her hosts' customs.

"My Lady, if I may? It isss my duty to assssist you in any way that I am able. With that, pleassse, Lord Shrogg isss not your General. He isss your Massster. I would offer you my advissse and recommend that you refer to him as Mastsser for that isss his place in your world now. Only hisss sssoilders and sssuperiors are allowed to refer to him asss 'General.' I do apologizzze, my Lady," Verla hissed submissively while returning her attention to the table.

"I'm sorry, I did not know. I afraid I do not know much about your customs. Thank you for telling me," Yersia said in a sleepy, yet thankful tone. 

Verla motioned for the elf to sit at the table. She sat down and the Orc set a plate in front of her along with a large mug. On the plate sat a muffin of sweet grain bread, several types of fruit, boiled eggs and a steaming bowl of creamed cereal. As Yersia ate her breakfast, she could not help but think of her situation. Less than 24 hours ago, she was wandering through the forest as a hunted fugitive. She was cold, alone, and scared. Now, she was eating a fine breakfast in a warm extravagant tent in the middle of a Vandark encampment. She was no longer a virgin and belonged to an Orc general. She had always been told that the Orcs were filthy creatures that lived in slums and cared nothing about hygiene or luxurious comforts, yet here she was, in a huge tent with a large, jewel encrusted golden throne, plush fur carpets and a wonderful mink robe. Her mind was clouded by the recent events, but she knew that she was trapped, even if she did want to leave. Although scared, she was anxious about her future and where it would lead her.

She ate until she was full and drank some of the cool water from the mug. She opened her pack and removed some Kaukulala leaves and chewed them, cleaning her teeth and freshening her breath. A clean mouth was something Yersia was very particular about; she always had to have fresh breath. Verla did not leave the tent while Yersia ate, but rather tided up the bed and added more wood to the crackling fire. Yersia, still not sure of her status with Verla, twirled a soft strand of her hair around her finger until she worked up the courage to ask Verla. She stood and approached her.

"Madam Verla...I mean, Mrs. Verla, I...I...I well, my Lady, I am not sure what to call you. Are you in charge of me when General Shro... I mean, Master Shrogg is not here?" Yersia asked as she stood next to Verla, rubbing her hand up and down the soft fur of her robe.

Verla stopped working, perhaps perplexed by the question. 

"Pleassse, my Lady," Verla stated with a bow of her head. "It isss you who isss in charge of me. I am your ssservant. Lord Shrogg asssigned me to ssserve you and to sssee to it that you are advised asss to your role and our customsss and to help you adapt to your new home. And pleassse, my Lady, asss your ssservant, you are free to refer to me asss such. I am not your Madam or your Lady. I am your ssservant and I may be referred to as sssuch if you so sssee fit."

Astonished, Yersia replied, "I could never! I could never call you my servant. Who am I to command you? I do not understand!" Yersia went on to explain that she was just a young elf woman who worked only as a nanny caring for small children and that she was not comfortable referring to an "elder" as a servant. 

Verla, after listening and being empathic, understood that Yersia was only trying to be polite and considerate, softened up a bit, and lowered her guard. She and Yersia made small talk and, after getting to know each other a bit more, agreed that Yersia would refer to her as, well, Verla. It seemed that first names are not often used by the Orcs, but it made Verla smile, however so slight, nonetheless.

Verla finished making the bed and tiding up the tent. Yersia attempted to help but was quickly stopped by Verla. Once all was in order, she motioned for Yersia to follow her out of the tent. She sighed to herself and took one last drink of water before heading out after her. 

Outside of the tent, there were several armed guards that stood at attention. They were huge Orcs, though not nearly as large as Shrogg, and were armed with wicked weapons. One Orc was holding a weapon made of a steel ball, covered in deadly spikes, attached by a thick chain then to a large handle. Another Orc was armed with a massive battle axe and another held a crossbow that appeared to weight over 100 pounds. All of them wore thick chainmail and plate armor and looked strong and very fit. If this is indeed the enemy of the Alliance, she thought, God help those poor men, elves and dwarves.

As she passed, she noticed that one of the guards was watching her. She instinctively turned toward him but the guard quickly snapped his head forward with his red eyes straight ahead. Yersia flinched slightly at his sudden movement and quickly scampered up to Verla.

She was lead away, through a row of tents, each with triangular flags perched atop tall wooden poles. It was still fairly dark outside; Yersia peered at the purple sliver of dawn low on the horizon. The early morning air had a chill and a layer of fog hovered over the valley. Most of the campfires had burned down, leaving heaps of smoldering coal and ash. The encampment was set in a clearing in the forest, on meadow was surrounded by huge trees on all sides. Off to the north, a tall, rocky cliff jutted above the trees, towering over 100 feet high. The encampment was about 100 meters wide and maybe 500 meters long. She guessed that, from what she could see, there must have been about 100 tents lined up in rows of 10. She could see in the distance, on the far end of the encampment, numerous Orc soldiers going about their business. Some were in military formation and others seemed to be tooling around some of the fires. The smell of cooking meat loomed in the thick air. The grass was cool and wet under her bare feet. She wrapped her arms around herself tightly, hugging the warm fur robe to her body.

She followed Verla, who walked with a slight limp, on an earthen path along the edge of the forest. As she hiked along the path, a rustling in the nearby forest caught her attention. She turned toward the sound and saw two Orc soldiers step from out of the foliage, both holding giant mugs of ale, stumbling into the path. Obviously drunk, the Orcs were engrossed in a quiet conversation when they happened upon the elf. 

Both Orcs immediately took notice to Yersia, who was standing only 30 feet away, puffed out the armor clad chests and growled and snarled loudly at her. They dropped the mugs of ale on the path, drew their swords, and began to charge. They quickly closed the distance between themselves and Yersia, hollering horrifying war cries as they prepared to butcher the helpless elf girl. 

Yersia cried out in horror while stepping backwards, but she tripped on a tuff of grass and fell hard to the ground. Verla screamed and hobbled to the aid of Yersia, jumping in front of the attacking soldiers. With her hands held out as if to ward them off, she began yelling in the Orcs' tongue warning them to back off. One of the charging Orcs raised his boot and stomped it into Verla's stomach, launching her into the air, flipping her over backwards causing her to crash to the ground, leaving her gasping for air. Yersia screamed. She turned on the ground and clawed at the wet grass trying desperately to escape. 

"No! Get away," she screamed. "The Gener..." 

Her plea for help was cut off when one of the Orcs grabbed her around her throat, lifting her clean off the ground. Yersia's robe fell open, exposing her bare flesh to the cool, moist air and to the gaze of the foul Orcs. 

"What kind of whore be here?!" the Orc slurred, spit flinging from his black lips as he looked over her large, bare breasts. 

His breath was putrid and rank, stinking of old ale and rotted meat. Yersia, unable to breath, clutched and grabbed at his wrists in a feeble attempt to free herself. She kicked her legs and feet struggling to escape. With wide, terror filled eyes, she looked into her attacker's face. Red eyes, nasty yellow canines jutting from his lower jaw, his forked tongue and wild aggression chilled her very blood.

"Filthy Elf," he slurred! "I'll break your neck and leave you to the dogs!"

Yersia felt the life leaving her body. Her vision began to fade and her resistance subsided when just then a large, clawed hand with a thick leather band around the wrist, welding a curved, gleaming dagger, reached around the Orc's neck and slit its throat from ear to ear. The cut was deep and clean, severing the juggler, windpipe and slicing to the Orc's neck bone. Hot blood spurted onto Yersia's face and breasts as the Orc release his grip from her neck causing Yersia fall crashing to the ground, gasping for her breath. 

She glanced up at her wounded attacker. His neck and throat was cut; what appeared to be gallons of hot blood pour and sprayed out of his body. A deep wet gurgle could be heard escaping from his severed throat and she could hear the blood being inhaled into his lungs as he gasped for his very life. With each gut wrenching exhale, a bloody froth coughed from his mouth and ragged strands of flesh clung to the gaping wound. His would be slayer, still holding the dagger, held it high above the wounded Orc and plunged it downward into his chest, just above the armor plate that had once protected him. The knife was buried deeply into the Orc's heart; it was twisted around and worked side to side, until only the handle was visible. 

Then, the huge, clawed hand released the dagger, reached over the dying Orc's shoulder, across his body, grabbing him by his chest armor. The slayer's second hand reached around his wobbling head, grapping him behind his ear and then twisted his head to one side. As his head twisted unnaturally to the side, Yersia heard a load popping sound followed by the head of her attacker being twisted off his body, decapitating him. His headless body collapsed to the ground, twitching and convulsing, blood still spurting from his arteries. His head was tossed to the ground next to its corpse, tongue hanging loosely out of its open mouth.

Yersia, coated with hot, sticky blood, turned to see the second Orc lunge toward the slayer, his sword held high. He swung wildly only to hit empty air and the ground; his query was faster than anything he had fought before. As he raised his sword for a second blow, he was pierced through the chest, heart and spinal cord, skewered like a slaughtered pig. The sword withdrew and the second Orc fell to the ground, paralyzed and dying. The slayer then brought his sword down with such power and speed that Yersia could hear the wind whistle past his blade as it split the head of the defeated Orc like a ripe melon, spilling his grey colored brains onto the ground. Both Orcs laid dead, their corpses littering the grassy floor of the meadow.

Yersia, in shock from the brutality of the battle, looked up at the slayer to see General Shrogg, her Master, standing above her, in a crouched battle stance, welding a long broad sword, looking in all directions for any other attackers. He looked like a God standing there, muscles bulging and ripped, like a fierce beast ready to battle all to the death. He sniffed the air, making deep grunting sounds as he did. His sharp eyes scanned the forest edge. He turned and spoke his native tongue to his soldiers, whom were now approaching from the distance. More of the General's soldiers arrived and secured the area. General Shrogg sheathed his sword and looked down at his partially naked and frightened pet. He knelt down at her side, and ran his sharp nails carefully through her hair. Noticing that her robe had fallen open he reached down and closed her fur robe around her, covering her nudity from the soldiers. 

"Have these creatures harmed you, my pet," he said in a deep, soft voice. She was taken aback by his caring tone. A chill coursed through her body, sending goose bumps across her arms, legs, stomach and chest. 

"No, my Lord...I mean, Master" she uttered through sniffles and with tearful eyes. "I think I am fine."

Shrogg momentarily turned his attention to his guards. He shouted orders to several of them while pointing to the area of the forest the dead Orc's came from. After a brief discussion, several of his troops hurried away and disappeared into the forest, no doubt looking for any others. More soldiers, apparently following orders, went to the aid of Verla, who was curled in a fetal position on the ground, blood visible on her lips and chin. Shrogg then returned his attention to Yersia. 

"Come, my pet. I will escort you myself." With that, he assisted her off the ground, lifting her into his arms. He carried her through the mist, along a path into the forest while some of his guards followed far behind, scanning the forest for danger. The sky was now turning a deep shade of purple as dawn grew nearer. Yersia closed her eyes and rested her head on the bicep of her master. She basked in the radiant heat that emanated of his body. She could feel the power of his legs as he stepped effortlessly over boulders and ragged tree roots. The forest was thick and the trees loomed tall; the air felt cool and wet. Yersia felt safe, protected in her Master's strong arms. She was soothed by his musky, male scent. She felt relaxed and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Moments later, she opened her sleepy eyes and looked at her surroundings. Through the thinning fog, she saw a column of steam rising into the still air above the forest trees. The forest started to come alive with the chirps and squawks of birds. The sky continued to brighten and long billowing clouds hung motionless overhead. As Shrogg walked along the path, deeper into the woods, the trees began to spread out and the path widened. 

Soon, they emerged in clearing in the forest. The forest floor was covered soft mosses and grasses; everything was covered with drops of morning dew. In the middle of the opening, was a large pool of water with steam rising from it - a mineral hot spring. 

Mineral hot springs were scarce in this part of Tlateott. Most often, they are found near underground mines, where the dwarves have unearthed a rare mineral - morsiphite - while burrowing under the forests and through the mountains seeking their treasures. The morsiphite found in the spoil from their mines often washed into ponds, turning them into hot springs, however, the springs appear naturally as well. Morsiphite has very powerful medicinal and rejuvenating properties, capable of cleansing wounds, relieving sore and achy muscles, and healing a variety of other ailments, simply by soaking in it. Uniquely, morsiphite reacts with water, creating heat, which is why all morsiphite springs are warm. Sorcerers, wizards, and witches have particular interest in the mineral for it also has magical properties.

The morsiphite spring before Yersia was large, oval shaped, nearly 150 feet from side to side. At the far end of the spring, a sheer rock wall jutted out of the water and climbed 100 feet overhead above which, the thick forest continued. Grass had growing right up to the bank of the spring and wrapping around the right shore to the wall of the cliff. On the left side of the spring, the ground was covered by large, flat, moss covered rocks that lead up to and dropped into the spring like steps. The rocks were worn smooth with dulled edges which made walking on them barefoot comfortable. 

In the middle of the spring, a small island rose from the water with large willow tree growing from the center. The willow was huge and had long, leafy, draping branches that hung over and dipped it tips into the silvery water. The island's banks were sandy with areas of grass and moss and relative flat. The complete serenity of the spring was something Yersia had never experienced. 

Shrogg stepped over to the flat rocky bank of the spring, squatted down and set Yersia's feet on the ground, allowing her to stand up. She shivered and hugged the robe tight around herself as she took in her surroundings. The soft, damp moss covering the rocks felt cool under Yersia's feet. She lifted her face toward the sky and closed her eyes as the first rays of sunshine, radiating through the trees, filled her with warmth and vigor. Her thick black hair hung over her face, back and slim shoulders. She lowered her gaze to the spring, noting the clear, steaming water, smooth as a mirror. She stepped forward on the mosses toward the spring. She shivered from the chill of the cool dew under her feet and hugged her fur tighter to her body.

Yersia looked at the edge of the spring to see a neatly laid patchwork of smooth granite rock at looked as if it has been set there by master masons, creating a large patio leading into the spring. She walked across the rocks feeling the coolness they collected throughout the night. The granite patio ended in a step that dropped into the spring. 

Yersia stood at the edge of the step, peering into the water where she could see several more steps leading uniformly into the spring. She lifted her leg and dipped one of her toes into the inviting water; it was very warm but not overly hot. She placed her foot into the water and swirled it around sending small ripples outward and away from her in all directions, corrupting the mirror finish of the spring. She looked at Shrogg through the steam and mist. He was standing in the distance, scanning the forest before sending his soldiers back to the encampment. She untied her robe, slipped it off her thin shoulders and laid it on a large stone next to the spring. The cool damp air immediately gave her a chill, causing goose bumps to rise all over her olive, blood splattered, naked body; her nipples hardened and stiffened.




The Forest Elf Ch. 02



Yersia stepped onto the first step into the spring, ankle deep. Two more steps and she was knee deep in the warm spring. The soft songs of myriad birds filled her ears. The warmth of the spring and the soothing effects of the morsiphite felt wonderful on her aching feet. She continued to ease herself into the spring, walking down the steps until she was standing up to her breasts on the sandy bottom. The warmth was incredible and tranquilizing. She spread her arms outwardly and used her hands to gentle stroke the surface of the water. She lowered herself, completely immersing herself in the warm mineral water and stayed submerged for what seem an eternity, floating weightless, no sounds, her eyes closed, her body completely relaxed. She felt as if she were in another world, in another time. She tossed her head backwards under the water and lifted her head straight up out of the water causing her hair to smooth back over her head and down her back. She used her hands to run over her face and up over her head. She opened her eyes to see Shrogg sitting on a failed tree watching her with reddish eyes. He did not say anything or make any moves; he just watched her from the distance. She rubbed her body, scrubbing away the dead Orcs' blood and worked the morsiphite into her pores. 

The morsiphite began working its magic immediately. Yersia's sore muscles began to loosen and the tension in her back eased greatly. She soaked for over 10 minutes, lavishing the feeling of the warm water and the sandy bottom under her feet. She rolled onto her back and slowly began to swim toward the island. Her heavy breasts, though firm, rolled and writhed as she stroked the water. Her strong, flat stomach flexed and water pooled in her naval, washing the golden jewel from side to side as she gently kicked her legs. The sun rose higher, brightening the sky from a deep purple to a pale blue. 

Yersia continued to swim across in the spring toward the island until she reached the tips of the willow branches; she stopped her swimming and stood on the bottom of the sandy spring. She looked up into the willow tree and saw several colorful birds singing and dancing amongst the branches. The air under the willow was surprisingly warm; the heat rising from the spring was trapped by the umbrella shape of tree, acting like a sauna. Yersia walked through the water to the shore of the island and crawled out under the willow tree.

Shrogg sat on the fallen tree and watched as his youthful pet happily swam across spring. She seemed to him like such a happy, perky elf-girl and it filled him with hope to think that she belonged to him now - if one being could actually belong to another. As she swam, he watched her beautiful breasts and lovely body glide across the water, effortlessly. She was graceful and elegant, as if she had walked out of his dreams. She swam under the branches of the willow tree, turned toward him and casted him an angelic smile, with dimpled cheeks and sparkling florescent green eyes. She turned and swam to the sandy shore and climbed out of the water, naked. The water glimmered off her lean, curvaceous body as the morning sun shone through the looming branches of the willow. White sand clung to her knees and feet as Yersia stood up straight and stretched her arms toward the heavens, arching her back. Shrogg felt his heart, and groin, burn with desire as her beheld the sight of her naked, stretching body; long, well muscled legs and full, heart shaped ass leading to the sexy small of her back and narrow waist; even from behind, the wonderful curves of her large, firm breasts were visible. Her wet hair draped down her back causing droplets of water to bead off and run down her body and into the crack of her ass. 

Yersia lowered herself to the warm sandy ground and sprawled out on her back, in a patch of morning sun. She stretched her arms above her head, soaking in solar rays, surrounded by the steam of the spring and mist of the forest, her naked body covered with beads of water and flecks of sand.

Shrogg sighed to himself and thought of the events that lead him to this spot. Prior to departing Vonzerdrak, a Dark city and staging point for the Vandark, he was entrusted by the Sorcerers to lead this initial thrust deep into the heart of the Alliance -- to the City of Serronia. Shrogg was a brilliant General and a highly decorated soldier himself. He had fought in many battles and killed more than his share of men, elves and dwarves. 

Shrogg was born 38 years ago in a swamp village not far from Vonzerdrak, the only son of an Orc solider and Vandarksman. His father taught him how to fight, hunt, track and survive. When Shrogg was 15, his father was killed in battle and his mother died mysteriously shortly thereafter. The Vandark, without concern for his loss, drafted him into their ranks and sent him to fight for the Sorcerers. 

Shrogg fought bravely, without mercy and over the years and through the pain and the scars climbed the ranks of the Vandark until he became a rather young General. He showed no compassion towards his enemies and he did nothing stop the atrocities his troops committed upon their conquered subjects. 

As customary in the Vandark, the commander of a sector has total control and ownership of the subjects he conquers. Usually, the commander will take the most prized women for himself and allow his men to have the rest. The women the commander claimed were used as sex toys for himself and his closest advisors; sector commanders always had healthy harems of elves and humans. 

Many times, young girls were mistreated and abused as their fathers were forced to watch. Wives and mothers are defiled in the most perverted of ways. The men were castrated in front of their women while Orcs and Goblins raped, sodomized and ejaculated in mouths and in their bodies. It was not uncommon for girls and women to be raped to near death only to be murdered and fed to the Javouls. Whatever men survived the initial torment worked as eunuch slaves and usually died within a few months.

On one occasion when Shrogg was a young solider, a village of over 200 humans was captured by a Vandark sector. Immediately, the commander ordered the execution of everyone under the age of 13 and over the age of 50; all were eviscerated and their rotting corpses placed on spits. Every man was bond naked, side by side, hands tied behind his back and each ankle tied to the end of a stick, forcing his legs apart. Each remaining woman was then raped by throngs of Orcs and Goblins while each man had his penis and testicles cut from his body. The women were raped over a period of several days until each died and was eventually eaten. 

During these events, Shrogg could not bring himself to partake in the frenzy and was able to remain out of the fray by posting himself on guard duty. Shrogg never found it within himself to rape or to butcher the innocent; perhaps it was the legacy of his mother that prevented him of full realizing his Orc brutality. His mother -- he never spoke of her but he held her memory in his heart. The memory of Shrogg's mother was his greatest secret.

Deep in his soul, he felt little loyalty for the Vandark or for the Sorcerers whom he served. Shrogg, being as massive as his was, found it easy to impose his will upon others and did not find it necessary to be act like a barbarian, rather, he was calm under pressure and rational when dealing with his subordinate soldiers; and his soldiers greatly respected him for this. However, at times his seeming lack of callousness created friction with his superiors. But, as long as Shrogg continued to win battles and defeat and humiliate the Alliance, they were not going to interfere with his methods. Besides, with the loyalty his soldiers have for him and his skill as a warrior and as an assassin, they feared him and were cautious when dealing with him, and he knew it - the Sorcerers feared him.

A loud splash brought Shrogg back from his daydream. He looked out at the hot spring to see that Yersia had jumped into the water. The sun was now shining well above the trees and the fog had all but burned off. The forest was now alive with sounds of birds and other creatures. The cool air had turned to warmth as the sun's rays dried the dew of the grasses and leaves. 

Yersia swam to the near side of the spring and began to climb out onto the rocky steps. Shrogg kept his eyes glued to her naked body as she emerged. He was still in disbelief that such a beautiful creature could exist, perfect in everyway. His mind returned to the previous night, when he took her innocence and claimed her as his own. The pleasure he experienced was like nothing he thought possible. He had heard the tales of female elves but he never thought it would be this true. 

The "Elfish Effect" is legendary. Is has been told throughout the ages that once a male has taken an elf, he would be forever corrupted and would never seek the sexual company of another race. It has always been known, elves make the best lovers.

As Yersia climbed out of the spring, she felt revitalized and cleansed. Her sore muscles were relaxed and fresh. She felt renewed and pure. She reached for the fur robe when she noticed that Shrogg was watching her. She stopped, completely naked, and turned toward him. Her hair was slicked back over her head and water beaded all over her body. The sun shone on her olive toned skin and sparkled off the small green emerald which was pierced in her nose and off the golden jewel hanging from her naval. Her perfectly smooth and hairless body made Shrogg's mouth water. 

Yersia, sensing her Master's reaction, began to feel the tingling and light headedness that had affected her the night before. She turned sideways to Shrogg, and keeping one of her knees locked, bent over at the waist to pick up the fur robe. As she bent over, Shrogg's eyes locked onto her full ass and large tits. He inadvertently grunted in approval, for which he was momentarily embarrassed. 

Yersia's keen hearing picked up the grunt which made her giggle to herself. She retrieved the robe and held it to her body while she slowly and seductively walked toward Shrogg. She licked her lips in anticipation and locked her eyes onto his. The "Elfish Effect" was returning, causing her to feel high and sexually turned on. She felt the heat begin to build in her vagina as the hormones pumped throughout her body.

She continued to strut toward Shrogg with her seductive walk, hips shaking from side to side and her tits bouncing ever so slightly. Shrogg was sitting on the fallen tree when Yersia walked right up to him; she did not kneel, she did not submit, she did not ask for permission; no, the "Effect" was too strong for that. 

Instead, she took the robe in her hands, holding the top in one hand and the bottom in the other. She twisted the robe forming a loose rope, like one would do to a towel before whipping it. She then threw the towel around Shrogg's neck and pulled his face to her breasts. She wrapped her arms around his head, pulling his hair back, forcing him to look up at her. She looked down into his eyes and lowered her face to his. She parted her full lips and kissed him every so lightly between his white, upturned canines, on his lower lip. Nose to nose, she looked into his red eyes. Her hands stroked the back of his head as she cradled his face between her forearms. To her surprise, his breath was neither foul nor rank; this Orc appeared to take care of himself. 

Shrogg, meanwhile, was beside himself. For the first time in his life, his heart was beating feverishly in his chest, not out of rage, but out of anxiety; he simple did not know what to do. He was frozen stiff and could only look back into Yersia's stunning green eyes. She kissed his lips again, softly. She then used the tip of her pointed tongue to lightly lick his lips in a single, purposeful stroke. Slowly, she raised herself up, standing with her breasts level to his face. She could see that she caught her Master off guard and felt a rush within her as she realized her sexual power and the influence she had over him. She removed her hands from the back of Shrogg's head and cupped the bottom of her full tits. She lifted and squeezed them together, her nipples only inches from him face. 

Shrogg swallowed hard upon see Yersia place her tits just in front of him. She was looking into his eyes while holding a naughty smile, perfectly white teeth shining in the sun. Yersia continued to tease him by fondling her breasts before him. Moments later, she leaned forward and pressed her nipple to Shrogg's mouth. Shrogg gasped for air and instinctively opened his mouth, allowing her nipple to enter. He used the tip of his tongue and licked around her nipple, causing it to grow hard. Yersia sighed and slightly flinched when his tongue touched her. She pressed herself harder against his face, forcing more of her tit into his mouth, feeling his upshot canines against her soft flesh. 

Shrogg opened his mouth wider, allowing more of her breast into his mouth. He sucked on her nipple and flicked it harder with his tongue - Strangely, contrary to Orc anatomy, his tongue was not forked, and Yersia took notice. 

Turned on, Shrogg reached around her with his huge callused hands and cupped the cheeks of her ass, kneading and squeezing them. Yersia trembled at the feeling of Shrogg's powerful hands on her, groping and grabbing. She felt him caresses her ass, the backs of her thighs and small of her back. She felt tiny in his grasp, surrounded by his huge arms, his budging shoulders flared out wide to each side of her.

Shrogg continued to suck and lick her breasts and grope her ass. Yersia's head was completely under the charm of the "Elfish Effect," so she forced herself harder onto Shrogg. She pulled her nipple out of his mouth and leaned forward against his head and used her breasts to fully engulf his face. She pulled on his hair, forcing his head back again and this time, she kissed him hard and deep, forcing her tongue into his mouth. She kissed his lips and sucked on his tongue while using her hands to caresses his hard shoulders and back. 

Shrogg's hands gripped more firmly on her ass and legs. He pulled her against his ripped body, feeling the heat of her soft flesh against his. His nose began to inhale the pheromones Yersia's body was emitting, causing his blood to boil and libido to skyrocket. Yersia rose up again so that Shrogg could lick and suck her tits. She moaned loudly in pleasure, standing naked and wet before her Orc master. She bit her lower lip and her knees buckled a bit. She felt one of Shrogg's hands grab her inner thigh and pull it outward, forcing her leg off the ground. Shrogg held her leg out with one hand and with the other, place it to her aching pussy. 

Shrogg, using a clawed finger, firmly yet gently, traced it along her wet slit. The feeling of his finger on her pussy caused Yersia to gasp for air. He traced his finger against her delicate lips and clit, feeling the moist heat as he sucked hard on her nipples. Yersia's body quivered and shook at the sensation. She moaned and pulled Shrogg's head to her bust, using him for balance while he rubbed her wet pussy. She lifted her leg higher and wider, allowing him more access to her charms. 

Shrogg rubbed her pussy from top to bottom, spreading her wetness and making her slick. He felt her lift her leg higher giving him more room to pleasure her. His finger was wet from her pussy so he pressed harder and stroked faster. He stopped on her clit and circled it with his finger tip. Yersia's body shook with pleasure and her breathing increased. He took his finger, circled it on her clit and then slid it down her pussy, past her vulva, onto her perineum and across her anus. 

Yersia squeaked in pleasurable surprise when Shrogg's finger glided across her star of her ass. She had never felt anything like it and the sensation momentarily overwhelmed her. 

"Oh my God," she giggled, biting on her own lip.

Shrogg, sedulous with her body, continued to finger her pussy and ass. He sucked hard on her tits and pulled her tight to him. His fingering became more intense and his breathing rapid. Yersia could feel him becoming more wild and aroused. She closed her eyes and allowed him to grope, grab and finger her body. She felt high, stoned from the "Elfish Effect" and wanted nothing more than for Shrogg to take charge of her and ravage her on this very log.

Shrogg, overcome with lust, stood and grabbed Yersia by the back of her neck with one hand, behind her knee with the other and lifted her into the air. He held her by the back of her neck, leaning her backwards so that she was lying on his forearm, breasts to the sky, her ass in the crook of his arm, and her legs off to each side of his face. He held her out in front of him, on his arm, and with his hand holding her behind her knee, bent her knee back toward her chest, spread it to the side, exposing her bare pussy and ass. He lowered his face to her groin and sniffed her essences. Her smooth pussy smelled of honeysuckle, clean and sweet. He growled deeply and extended his long dark tongue and in one long stroke, lightly licked her from her up from her anus, across her perineum, vulva, clit, to the top of her pussy. He savored her sweet taste, holding her over five feet above the ground, perched along his thick, powerful arm.

Yersia felt powerless to stop him, even if she wished it. She was held in the air as if she weighted nothing and pulled onto his open mouth. She sighed loudly when his tongue touched her ass and pussy. He feasted on her sex, licking and sucking on her as if he were a starved dog. Her long, wet hair draped from her head as he held her above the ground. He had her knee pinned to the side of her chest while she held the other extended out to the side of his head. His tongue lapped, licked and stroked her pussy and asshole and he sucked hard on her clit. He slurped at her and he shook he face side to side, working her over with his mouth and tongue. 

Yersia was in an excited frenzy, the morning sun shone onto her naked, exposed body. The steam of the hot spring twirled around them. Shrogg placed the tip of his long tongue against Yersia's lower pussy, relishing the taste of her juices. He wiggled the tip of his tongue and pressed it into her. Slowly the first inch of his hot, wet tongue slid into her quivering, aching pussy. 

He continued, licking the very entrance to her pussy as he pushed a second inch of tongue into her. She screamed with pleasure as his long tongue twisted and wiggled within her. He pulled her tightly to his face, pressing her lips and lower canines against her ass and inner thighs. He sucked on her pussy and ass and buried his tongue deeper into her slick body. Yersia arched her back and clutched at her breasts as the pressure within her grew. Deep within her stomach and womb, her pending orgasm built, growing and spreading like wildfire through her body. She let her head fall backward; his hand gripping tightly around the back of her neck as he held her out in the air. 

Shrogg was lost in his lust; he sucked, licked and lapped at her pussy and asshole. Her entire crotch was cover with his hot saliva and it ran down her ass and onto his arm as it held her. He looked up across her stomach to see Yersia grabbing and caressing her heavy tits, pinching her hard nipples. Her firm, flat stomach was rising and falling with her rapid breath. Shrogg inhaled deeply, and with passionate furry, he plunged his tongue deeply and powerfully into her pussy. Seven inches of his long, thick tongue sank deeply into her; her body convulsed and shook as her orgasm peaked, ripping through her, sending her screaming and gasping for air. Her pussy gripped and pulled on his tongue as it twisted and writhed deeply within her. 




The Forest Elf Ch. 02



The orgasm pulsed and rippled over and over, repeating as the Orc gripped tightly at her neck and leg, burying more of his eight inch long tongue into her, licking at very entrance of her womb. Yersia's eyes rolled into her head, her mouth opened wide as if releasing a silent scream and her back arched. She was lost in a world of ecstasy and pleasure, loosing track of time as her orgasms reverberated within her lithe body. Minutes passed as Shrogg continued to invade her charms with his feverish tongue sending orgasm upon orgasm through his elf-girl's body. 

Several minutes later, Yersia's orgasms finally began to subside and her body relaxed as Shrogg lessened his pace and slowly withdrew his long tongue. He lightly licked the tip of his tongue against her clit, lips and asshole as she regained her composure. She lifted her head and looked down her body at him, smiling; beads of sweat covered her brow and stomach. 

"Oh my God, Master," were the only words she could muster.

Shrogg took one last giant lick across her ass and pussy before kneeling down and placing Yersia on her feet. Her legs were wobbling beneath her as she tried to stand on her own. Her head was spinning and cloudy and she had trouble regaining her bearings. She leaned against Shrogg for balance, feeling his hard, muscled body against hers. 

Shortly, she regained her composure and looked up at Shrogg. Standing before him, he towered over her, a hulking giant. At over 7 feet tall, her 5'6" stature paled in comparison. He was a foot and a half taller and outweighed her by over 320 pounds. He carried little, if any fat on him, a truly athletic specimen and fearsome opponent in battle. Standing before him, her head did not even reach the height of his armpits. 

She looked up at him, noticing that his chin was soaked with the juices of her sex and his breathing was rapid and deep. She lower her gaze to his robust chest; his pectoral muscles bulged, the size of watermelons, with the fibers of his muscles visible under his tight, green skin. His shoulders were broad, round and rose sharply to meet his thick, short neck. She dropped her impressed gaze to his stomach, flat and powerful, rippled like the washboard her mother used to clean linen. His oblique muscles run like striations, diagonally across his ribcage to his narrow waist. 

She turned her attention to his groin, a long, massive bulge covered by a combination of sarong and loincloth. Shrogg wore a dark green fur sarong around his waist which was draped to mid thigh. Over his sarong, he wore a black fur loincloth that wrapped from hip to hip and hung to his knees. His sarong and loincloth were held around his waist by a thick leather belt and a heavy, brass buckle, the size of a dinner plate, adorned with the dragon crest of the Vandark. Numerous green, tan, black and brown tassels of various lengths hung from his belt. The fur of the garments was plush, soft and thick.

Yersia stood before Shrogg, looking at the long bulge. She knew that underneath his sarong, his cock was swelling and it commanded her attention. She looked up into Shrogg's narrowing eyes, sharp, upshot canines; she opened her mouth provocatively and licked her lips and slowly squatted onto her heels in front of him, knees out wide to her sides. 

She reached up, placed her hands on his barrel chest and slid them teasingly down his stomach, belt buckle, and onto his loincloth. She used both hands as she rubbed the soft fur of the sarong and loincloth, feeling the massive, semi-erect penis which lay underneath. She grabbed his penis lightly through the fur garments and lightly stroked its length. His cock felt like the body of a python, thick and firm in her little hands and long fingers. 

Shrogg shuddered when Yersia took hold of his penis. Squatting before him, he was able to look down upon her; her wet hair was slicked back over her head and draped down to the small of her back. He could see the heart shape of her ass as he peered down at her, her full hips flaring out to smooth, lightly muscled thighs. Her plentiful breasts were pressed together by her arms as she stroked his cock through his loincloth. He grumbled deeply, the pleasure of her affections sent chills throughout his hulking body.

Yersia continued to rub the Orc's stout penis through his fur loincloth. His cock felt thick, solid and heavy as she stroked it. The sun, now clearly above the trees, shone brightly upon her body. The heat from the solar rays and humidity from the steaming hot spring caused sweat to bead on Yersia's already wet physique. Shrogg was grumbling softly as his pet groped his penis.

Yersia pulled and teased her Master's cock for several minutes while squatting in before him. His penis grew longer and harder as she pleasured him through his sarong. Yersia's mouth was watering and her pussy ached with desire. 

She lowered her hands to the bottom of his draping loincloth and reached up underneath it, until she found the massive, partially sheathed head of his cock. Yersia firmly grasp the shift of his penis just above the head; her small hand barely able to cover half the thick organ. Her other hand reached under his penis, finding his gargantuan testicles. She hefted one of his balls, and rolled it in her warm hand. His balls weighted over one pound each and were larger than a hen's egg. 

Yersia stroked his stiffening cock and squeezed his testicles while reaching up under his loincloth. His genitals felt hot and smooth in her hands. She kept her eyes locked onto Shrogg's eyes, watching him grimace as she jacked his impressive member. Still only semi-erect, his cock was longer than her forearm and easily as thick. As she yanked and pulled on him, her momentum rocked her body back and forth, jiggling her tits. Shrogg shook his head and growled like a lion. His heart began to pound in his chest and his skin was coated with a light layer of perspiration.

Shrogg's cock swelled and stiffened, now over ten inches long. Yersia could no longer contain the swelling organ within the confines of his sarong so she removed her hands and began to unhook the solid brass buckle. Within seconds, she freed the buckle, loosened the belt and allowed the plush fur garment to fall to his ankles. His massive cock sprung free, looming like a loaded cannon and equally imposing. His testicles, swollen with semen, hung, one slightly lower than other to near mid thigh. His hairless body now beaded with sweat, gleamed in the sunlight. Steam from the spring billowed around them, muggy and damp.

Yersia clutched his cock with both hands and began to slowly stroke it. The huge, blunt tip, exposed from under his tightly stretched foreskin, peered at the elf-girl, a sparkling drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit. Yersia pursed her succulent lips and engulfed half of his cockhead into her mouth, her tongue lapped at the tip of his cock, tasting the juice that had escaped his appendage. 

She sucked hard, stroking his cock as his testicles swayed underneath. She slowly withdrew as her cheeks sucked in from the vacuum of her mouth. She slurped the tip of his cock as she pulled it from her mouth, all traces of pre-cum removed. Yersia swallowed the sweet juice and smirked seductively up at Shrogg.

She lifted his cock up with her hands, exposing his balls to her affections. She extended her long, pointed tongue and began to lick his scrotum. She licked the thin skin as his balls jerked and twitched. She opened her mouth wide and sucked in one of his balls. She rubbed her tongue along the bottom of the round globe while sucking gently, stroking his cock. She kissed, licked and sucked on his dark, hairless scrotum for several minutes while holding his club-like cock in her hands. She teased his balls, alternating between the two, all the while keeping her fluorescent catlike green eyes lock on the eyes of the beast above her.

Shrogg looked up, his face basking in the sun as Yersia stroked and fondled him. His knees grew weak as she worked her magic. Her hot mouth, soft lips and hot tongue felt miraculous on his balls. Her small hands stroked his cock feverishly. She removed her mouth from his balls, aimed his semi-stiff cock straight out, opened her mouth wide, leaned forward and sank deeply onto it, swallowing seven inches in a single, steady plunge.

Shrogg grunted loudly as her mouth engulfed his penis. She sucked hard on half his length; both her hands grasped him by the other half, holding tightly. She swirled her tongue across the bottom of his cock, feeling the long, spongy bulge of his urethra. She pulled back on the skin of his penis with her hands, stretching the foreskin from the head as she withdrew her mouth, sucking hard, and slurped loudly as the head plopped from between her lips. 

Yersia spat into her hand and smeared her saliva onto the dry half of his cock, stroking it madly. She peered up at him, jaws clinched tight with a naughty look on her face as she jacked his cock hard and fast, his balls bouncing off her pumping forearms. Shrogg slowly rocked his hips rhythmically, meeting her strokes. Her busty tits heaved and rippled between her beating arms; sweat soaked her deep, tanned cleavage as beads ran down the small of her back and onto the full cheeks of her ass. 

She opened her mouth, extended five inches of her long pointed tongue and touched it to the tip of his cock were more pre-cum had oozed and collected. She retracted her tongue slightly, stretching a long silvery strand of saliva and pre-cum from tip to tip. Yersia exhaled a breath of warm air onto the blunted head of his cock and plunged it into her awaiting throat. Eight inches of his cock disappeared into her mouth and gullet while she sucked hard. She bobbed and twisted her head and stroked him with all her might. She sucked and slurped with each stroke. Saliva and pre-cum dribbled from her mouth and flowed from her chin to her tits and cleavage. 

She sucked and worked his cock and balls, squatted before him on her heels. His cock was soon full erect and swollen, 13 thick, venous, inches of dark green orc penis standing in all its glory. Yersia took a deep breath and inhaled him as deeply as she could; leaving only a few inches protruding from her grossly extended mouth and throat. The head of his cock immediately brushed against the tiny clitoris like protrusion in the back of her throat, sending waves of intense pleasure throughout her body. Her throat constricted around the shaft and head of his cock as she sucked and swallowed him. Shrogg's knees buckled and shook as his elf-girl engulfed his entire cock. She squeezed, hefted and pulled on his testicles, feeling them writhe in her hands. She sucked, stroked and licked his flesh weapon for over 15 minutes when she began to feel the tickle in the back of her throat spread.

The intensity of the sun increased as it climbed higher into the clear sky. The steam from the mineral spring was stifling, raising the humidity to 100%. Sweat covered both their bodies. Shrogg placed his massive hand on the back of Yersia's head and forced her deeper onto his cock. He pumped his hips, fucking her thin beautiful face, his huge testicles swaying into her upper chest. Yersia relaxed her throat, allowing his cock to slide nearly into her stomach while her throat milked and stroked his girth. She wrapped her hands around his thighs and grabbed him by his rock hard ass and pulled his hips into her. Her throat felt fantastic, stretched as his cock stimulated her second clit. 

The orgasm in her throat built and built until it exploded within her, causing her to swallow hard on his cock as her throat contracted tightly. The oral orgasm pulsated throughout her body, sending her into a mad frenzy on his cock. She dug her long fingernails into the cheeks of his ass, drawing ten small trickles of blood as her orgasm completely consumed her. Shrogg pulled her head tight to his groin, burying all 13" of his thick cock into her throat, roaring like a bellowing lion into the forest. He held her head against his groin while slowly deep stroking his cock into and out of the deep region of her throat. Yersia nearly fainted from the intensity of her oral orgasm.

As her grip on his ass relaxed, Shrogg grabbed two fistfuls of her wet hair, and slowly pulled her head back, withdrawing his saliva coated cock from her twitching throat. As his cockhead slid from her gullet, her distended throat returned to its natural shape, no longer swollen from the thick piece of meat that forced it to expand. Inch after slimy inch withdrew from her mouth until the head slid out with a loud slurp. His cock was cover with her saliva and glimmered in the sunlight. Long strands of spit dripped from his vein covered shaft and fell to the soft, mossy ground. 

Yersia released Shrogg's ass cheeks and with gasping breath, wiped the spittle from her mouth and chin with her hand. She reached out with her other hand and took hold of his slimy cock, gripping half its girth and stroked it from base to tip. Saliva dripped from her fist and off his swollen balls.

Shrogg, filled with lust and rage, reached down and grabbed Yersia under her arms and lifted her from her squatting position so that she was standing naked before him. The entire front of her was coated with spit; from her chin, between her tits, down her sexy stomach and into the slit of her pussy, saliva streaked her tan body.

With raging lust and passion, Shrogg spun Yersia around, her back to him, reached his long, thick arm around her waist, pulled her against his body and lifted her off the ground. He took hold of his imposing cock and rubbed the saliva coated tip against the hot, wet opening of her pussy. He stroked the head of his cock up and down her slit and asshole, swearing the lubrication as he prepared to impale her. Yersia bit her lip and held knees high, legs spread for her Master. Shrogg stroked her pussy for several minutes, sending his concubine into an eager frenzy.

Shrogg held Yersia tight to his body, her back against his stomach, and positioned the head of his cock against her wet vulva. Once aligned, he held his cock steady and relaxed his grip around her waist, allowing gravity to lower her onto his swollen lance. Slowly, gravity pulled her onto him. Her pussy, unable to repel the invader, submitted. The head of his cock slipped into her tight sheath. Yersia yelped loudly as he stretched her. She threw her head back against his muscled chest has she sank slowly onto his cock.

Shrogg roared aloud when his cock slid into her. Her tight pussy tried to repel him but ultimately relinquished to his overwhelming power. He released his throbbing cock and reach around her body, grabbing her by the back of her knees, pinning her legs together. Here, in this warm, steamy forest, the giant Orc held the little green-eyed forest Elf around her waist with one arm, her back pinned to his stomach and by her knees with his other arm, pinning her knees to her chest, his cock barely in her tight pussy.

Shrogg held her tightly to his body; Yersia, unable to move, was at his complete mercy. He slowly began to thrust his hips, pumping the first 5 inches of his Orc cock into her body. Her tightness resisted his weapon, forcing him to work his cock into her. Her hot pussy gripped and squeezed his penis as it thrust deeper into her. Shrogg used his massive, tree-truck thick thighs to thrust up into her as he let gravity force her down to meet his thrusts. 

Yersia moaned and screamed in ecstasy and overwhelming pleasure as his cock stretched and penetrated deeper into her. Shrogg pumped his cock up into her for ten steamy, sweaty minutes. Her pussy was so tight at he was only able to sink nine inches of his lance into her, leaving another four aching inches waiting for the final push. Yersia was squirming against her Master's slick, sweaty body, unable to defend herself or control the power and depth of his thrusts; all she could do was relax and take the fucking General Shrogg was sure to unleash on her.

Shrogg strengthened his grip around Yersia's waist. He pulled her knees hard into her chest and lifted her up and off is cock, leaving only the head and shoulders buried within her little slit. He took a deep breath and with a mighty roar, he thrust his hips up hard while pulling Yersia down powerfully. His cock slid deeply and forcefully into her pussy, inch after frightening inch penetrated her sex until it bottomed out, crashing the head of his penis against the back wall of her pussy, pressing the massive, blunted tip into her cervix and womb. Yersia screamed with all her might and Shrogg bellowed aloud, both their voices echoed off the rock cliff, spooking flocks of birds out of the trees.

Shrogg held Yersia tightly to his sweat covered body, his cock buried to the hilt in her convulsing pussy. She was gasping for air; her tits hung heavily as Shrogg's arm hugged her around her thin waist. Her body trembled uncontrollably as her orgasms immediately began to grow and spread, coursing from her loins, to her stomach and up her spine. She was completely impaled and filled by his mammoth penis. The fat, blunt tip pressed into her womb, the narrow slit at the head aimed at her very core. Her vaginal walls twisted, squeezed, and pulled at his instrument of lust, pheromones emanated from every pore on her body, releasing the magical floral scent of the elf-girl.

Shrogg lifted her light body and slammed her down onto his cock time after time as he thrust powerfully up into her. He fucked her hard, deep and wantonly. Her ass crashed and slapped onto his hips with each thrust; her body reverberated and her full, heavy tits bounced and heaved as each shockwave pulsed through her. 

His hard cock jack hammered in and out of her slick pussy, the venous shaft ribbed against the walls of her vagina, rippling across her G-spot. Unable to control herself or her body, she screamed out at the top of her lungs, filling the forest with her crisp voice as the first of her orgasms surged from her slick, bald pussy, up her spine and through her very being. Pulse after pulse bounded within her, sending her vagina into violent convulsions that nearly crushed Shrogg's hammering cock. 

Shrogg roared in victory as his pet loosed orgasm after orgasm. Her hands clutched hard onto her breasts, squeezing them until they turned bright red. The muscles of her ass shook and rebounded as his hips and thighs collided into her. His testicles flung and bounced with each thrust, only fall hard in his scrotum from their heavy volume.

He fucked and ravaged her like a rabid beast for 15 more sweaty minutes, slamming and pumping into her; Yersia came over and over, nearly loosing consciousness numerous times. Sweat flew off their mating bodies and their screams and roars echoed through the forest.

Shrogg's grip tightened around Yersia's waist and her knees as his orgasm built. His testicles lifted and pumped their contents up into his vas deferens, past the prostate and into his urethra. He slammed Yersia onto his cock with long, powerful strokes. She was screaming with unabated passion when Shrogg bellowed aloud, forcing her down fiercely, and fired a huge, massive torrent of hot cum deep into her womb. The force of his first ejaculation slammed into Yersia's cervix, triggering a massive orgasmic pulse to rocket throughout her body. The second spurt from his cock was even more powerful than the first, erupting like an over pressurized fire hose into her tiny pussy. Yersia's uterus immediately filled with his semen, bloating, forcing the hot fluid into her fallopian tubes. Shrogg's orgasm pulsed within him, sending spurt and spurt of his hot Orc seed deep into the elf-girl. The copious volume of cum was forced up into her drowning uterus, down into her vagina and poured out from between his dark, shiny cock and her overstretched pussy. 




The Forest Elf Ch. 03



© 2009, Kuffsnkeys

Darkness suddenly enveloped the desolate forest as the char blackened clouds erased the setting sun. The wind howled and whirled as frail, fallen leaves gyred up between the gnarled, twisted trunks of the trees, elevated on a cold, biting, column of late autumn air. Thick clumps of long hanging mosses whipped and danced from the extended branches as the sudden storm descended on the Clarvian Forest, sending the frightened elf children scampering toward the safety of their home. 

They were off fishing in the clear waters of Applian Creek, surrounded by golden aspens and shimmering cottonwoods, enjoying the final crisp days of the evanescent season, before the long dark winter set upon them. It was their intention to be home before the arrival of the utter blackness of night, before the nefarious creatures awoke from their lairs to torment them. 

Their cloaks whipped and whirled around their scampering legs, lightning flashed above the treetops and thunderous booms crackled above the cathedral of the old growth trees sending chills down their spines and foreboding gloom into their hearts.

"Come on! Hurry," Eaav yelled to his younger siblings. The four of them were caught off guard by the sudden storm, which seemed to originate from nowhere; without warning, it was upon them. Before they had the chance to gather their wooden fishing poles and basket of caught trout, the pale light of the dusk sun was ripped away, leaving a blanket of ashen colors and a deep hopelessness that roused their nightmares. 

Quickly, they gathered their possessions, fighting the howling wind, and made hastily down the earthen path toward the safety of the Avdarks. Eaav, Eden, Miikel and their younger sister, panicked by the echoing thunder, inadvertently lost the trail. They rambled through the woods, running blindly when they accidentally stumbled over the exposed roots of the deformed trees. Eaav, the eldest at eighteen, fell to the wet ground and slid thirty feet down the steep gully, landing painfully into the frigid creek below and was carried off by the steady current. 

Eden and Miikel, frightened to their very core, turned and ran back the way they came until they found the trail through the torrent of wind driven leaves, and galloped away, hand in hand, unwittingly leaving their twelve year old little sister behind, abandoning her to the vile things that lurked in the darkness.

Like her brother, she too took a stumble over the ragged, exposed roots, falling hard to the soggy earth. Unfortunately, she found herself perched along the top of the same ravine that had just claimed her oldest brother. 

The darkness within the forest was nearly absolute, nothing but shadow. The wind whirled through the trees, whistling like a demon calling in its quarry. She began to slide on the wet leaves and mosses, into the heart of the ravine. 

She screamed! 

"Eaav! Help me!"

No one answered. Only the bloodcurdling wail of the malevolent gale filled her pointed ears.

"Oh my God, I'm falling!" Her cries for help were muffled by the rumpus of the wind.

She clawed at the dirt, desperately looking for something to grab onto. Her feet kicked and scratched at the slope as she slipped deeper into the abyss. Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest, her green iridescent eyes opened wide with terror. 

Sliding deeper... Getting darker... No hope...

She flailed her hands about wildly as she sank down into the chasm. She was slipping faster when her dainty foot found a small rock outcropping, momentarily stopping her fall. She clung to the wet, slimy layer of decaying leaves that blanketed the forest floor, shivering as the first heavy drops of rain began to fall from the murky heavens. She bit her lower lip and prayed to the Gods to not let her fall into the torrent of water raging beneath her. 

She was frozen with fear as lightning continued to flash and the thunder reverberated throughout her tiny body. The wind caught the hood of her cloak, wrenching off her head. The rain, now falling in silvery sheets, soaked her black hair and streaked it down her face like a veil, covering her eyes. Blinded, she dug her nails and fingertips into the wet detritus, pulling herself tightly against the face of the ravine.

The flurry of leaves, wind, and rain battered the poor elf child as she stood precariously atop the jutting rock. The blowing wind whipped her cloak and hair around her body. The wetness chilled her flesh, turning her knuckles a pale white as she clinched tightly to the side of the slope. Beneath her foot, the rock began to slip away from its perch in the side of the ravine; slowly, it pulled out of the soil, until it fell away, leaving the girl screaming for help, hanging by her buried fingertips. Her grip, weak and cold, failed, sending her plummeting, head over heels, into the icy water below.

The shock of the fall and the piercing cold of the creek stung her body. She gasped for air, only to swallow mouthfuls of the turbid water. The weight of her clothes and her lack of strength pulled her deeper into the depths. She kicked and flung her arms desperately. 

Dark...Cold...Drowning...

She reached toward the black surface and grabbed a floating branch that was recently blown into the creek by the gale that had severed it from the tree it once grew. She pulled her face from the water and inhaled the life giving air, only to be sucked under once more. She fought the current with all her might, bobbing and thrashing about the violent water. She was washed downstream, nearly drowned, before fortune found her tangled in a mess of roots and branches that had cluttered on the bank of the swollen creek. 

She was able to pull herself to the shore and crawl up the muddy bank, gasping for air as the torrential rain fell upon her cold, wet form. Flashes of lightning...Booms of thunder... 

After several minutes and her breath caught, she lifted her head; her hair was streaked and caked across her face as she looked around. Her tapetum eyes took in her surroundings. The forest was thick with massive trees that were covered with long serpentine mosses and giant ferns blanketed the leaf covered soil. 

She spotted a cubby underneath the exposed roots of a tree for which she was able to crawl and get out of the rain. She huddled into a ball, hugging her knees to her chest and covered herself with her soaked, muddy cloak, feebly trying to get warm. Shivering, she began to sob softly as she became overwhelmed by her near death experience. Nestled under the root, her body shook and her teeth clatter from the cold. She was scared beyond belief and frightened that her brothers may be worse off than herself. 

Nearly an hour had passed when the rain and wind remarkably faded. As quickly as it came upon her, the storm departed, leaving the forest drenched and cloaked in a thick fog. The clouds fractured, allowing the moon to shine through the cathedral of trees, illuminating the forest ever so slightly, just enough for the elf to see what was around her. She crawled out of her hiding place and stood, surveying the forest for danger and a way home. Her pointed elf ears listened for any sounds. 

Drip...drip...drip...as jewels of sparkling rainwater beaded off the leaves and fell to the soggy ground. Up in the trees, the black ravens cawed and hopped from branch to branch, annoyed by the intruder beneath them.

She hugged her cloak to her wet body and was about to take the first tentative step when, Crack! A stick snapped in the distance. She froze...She listened...The rustling of wet leaves. Another snap! A faint clang of metal against metal. 

Someone was coming. 

She crouched, hidden amongst the ferns and roots. "Is it her brothers?" She thought. "What is that?"

Whispering voices. Footsteps. A shadowy silhouette. Short, slightly hunched, with pointed ears and a flat, pan face and long pointed nose. A second silhouette! They were walking, or stalking, in her direction. They stopped, scanning the forest. One turned to the other and whispered in a foul language. 

"Oh no!" she thought to herself. "Goblins are coming!" 

The little elf-girl knew about goblins from her studies. She knew they were cursed, evil, and wicked. They came out only at night because they hated the sunshine; it burned their skin and eyes. Goblins were rare in this area, which was patrolled by the warrior elves from her home village of Clarva. There had not been a goblin attack or even a goblin sighting for years in this forest. That was the only reason why her parents allowed her and her brothers to go fishing and hiking so far from home without them. 

She and her brothers came this way all the time; As long as they were home before dark, there was nothing to worry about. They would have been home on time had it not been for this sudden storm. She had no idea where her brothers were, but she knew they were out there somewhere in the opaque wilderness; out there with the goblins. 

GOBLINS!!!

The goblins huddled together, looking at the ground. They looked at the branches of the nearby ferns, studying them. They crouched and examined the grasses. She knew what they were up to. They were tracking something -- or someone; they were reading the ground. 

She crouched as low as she could. The moon slipped behind the dark, fissured clouds, casting a pure blackness on the forest. Her eyes adjusted quickly, allowing her to see the goblins. Goblins, too, could see in the dark, but not nearly as well as a forest elf. No one can see in the dark better then a forest elf, save for maybe cave dwellers and dragons. 

The goblins continued tracking their prey. They skirted around the edge of the ravine to the creek, heading downstream. Thankfully, there were only two of them. 

"Wait. What is that!?" she thought.

"No! Make that three!" Three contorted silhouettes now approached from the gloom.

She listened and surveyed the distance for more, but none were to be found. They continued their hunt. Shoulder to shoulder they walked the ravine. Soon, they came upon something that caught their attention. They stopped and excitedly pointed at the ground. They quietly spoke to each other before turning in her direction. They had found her trail! The drag marks she left when she crawled from the creek would lead them right to her. 

"Oh, no! What do I do!" she thought. Her heart thumped violently in her chest. 

The goblins began to follow the trail toward her, not knowing that they were only fifty feet away from her; only fifty feet away from a fresh meal. Tender meat right off the bone and hot blood to quench their thirst and warm their wet, chilled bellies. Only fifty feet from an elf girl that they would love nothing more than to fuck and plunder; to rape her, defile her regardless of her youth. 

Goblins care nothing about fucking twelve year old elf girls. Their green, surprisingly large and thick cocks would get stiff as nails at the thought of finding a twelve year old elf girl alone in the forest. They would fuck her, sodomize her and stuff her in every way they could. If a lack of hunger allowed, they would carry her off to their camp and allow the others to have their perverse ways with her. After tormenting her child body, they would undoubtedly kill and eat her, bones and all. Goblins were and are indeed nasty little creatures.

The elf-girl's mind raced as she thought of a way out. They were only thirty feet away now. They were almost on top of her when one of them looked ahead and spotted her. As if he almost frightened himself, the cowardly little goblin jumped backwards and yelled to his partners, "There it is!"

The goblins locked eyes with the elf. They stared at each other in surprise for several moments. She saw their reddish, snake-like eyes glaring at her. Their green, wet skin shone like that of a reptile. Their pointed teeth and wide, broad mouths hung open under their long, curved noses. The goblins on the other hand, saw a pair of lovely green, iridescent eyes sparkling in the moonlight. High cheek bones, lightly freckled. Full, pert lips and a sexy narrow chin. Without a doubt, an elf...a young female elf, albeit. 

"It's an Elf-girl! Get her!" one of them shouted. 

They charged her, stumbling over the ragged roots of the tree where she was hiding, allowing her just enough time to turn and run. Her legs carried her faster than ever. She darted through the trees, under arching roots, over stumps and between clusters of tall, thick grass stalks. Wet, glimmering spider webs wrapped her face, hands and arms as she ran, sending droplets of water misting in all directions. 

The goblins, hungering for the tasty, perverted, pleasure that awaited them gave chase. They freed their swords from the scabbards and clutched their spears as they ran down their victim. They licked their lips and screamed their wicked war cry. 

The girl's skin crawled at the sound of the horrific chants. She knew all too well what would happen if they caught her. She knew the horrors the goblins bestowed upon their victims. She ran for her life.

"It's the season, ripe for bleed'n; 

If we catch you, spread for breed'n!" They sang as they gave chase.

The goblins, not less than fifteen feet behind, were gaining on her. The girl was being weighted down by her waterlogged cloak. It hung heavy, wrapping around her feet and legs as she ran, nearly tripping her several times. It almost got hung up on the thorny ferns and broken stumps of the forest floor. She reached up and pulled the clamp on the front of her neck, freeing the cloak, allowing it to fall free from her body as she jumped and dodged the trees and branches. 

"We're gonna fuck your elf cunt tonight; 

Fill you with cum, a goblin's delight!" They yelled into the night sky. 

Their shrieking laughs and high pitched giggles chilled the elf-girl's blood, flooding her racing mind with absolute horror.

The goblins weaved around her cloak as it fell in front of them, tangled in the ferns. They now saw the elf-child's body, covered only by form fitting leather, exposing her feminine form. Their mouths watered, their groins lurched. 

They closed the gap quickly; soon they could reach out with their wicked, clawed hands and feel the wisps of her wet hair in their fingertips. They could smell the sweet breath of the elf and the savory scent of her supple flesh. Their wanton penises grew stiff as they reached, entangling their long, thin fingers, into her wet, black hair. They pulled hard, ripping her off her feet and sending her crashing hard onto her back, knocking the wind from her lungs as she slid across the wet leaves. 

After flipping and rolling to a violent stop, one of the villainous Goblins leaped on top of her, sending his sword twirling into the undergrowth. She fought and kicked, but she was much too weak and the Goblin was able to quickly pin her to the ground, hands wrapped around her vulnerable throat.

"Little cunt! Why do you run so? We just want to have a little fun with ya," the goblin said, spit spewing from his wretched mouth. He eyes shone red and yellow in the moonlight. His long, thin, pointed nose hooked like an eagle's beak, and his sharp teeth were stained black and red.

"Come on, elf bitch," the other goblins snarled with rapid breaths. "Let's have a little taste!" 

With the elf-girl kicking on the ground and grasping the wrists of the goblin that was choking her, the other two began to grope violently at her body. She felt a clawed hand between her thighs, another grabbed at her budding chest. 

"Spread'em out, spread'em wide; 

In your cunt our cocks will hide!" They yelled, dancing and stomping in circles around her helpless form like wild beasts as they punched their fists toward the misty night sky.

As one of the goblins held her down, another ripped her pants and panties off her body, exposing her young charms to the cold night air. The goblin set his spear to the ground, reached for his belt buckle, releasing it, allowing his pants to fall away, exposing a thick, green cock, nearly seven inches worth and covered with warts. A large sack scrotum clung loosely to the base of his penis. As he climbed between her thin legs, he spread them apart wide. He spat in the palm of his hand and smeared the vile fluid onto the pointy head of his cock. 

"Swallow our cocks, whore elf girl! 

And wait till you taste it, it'll make you hurl!" The others sang as their comrade mounted her. 

He scooted up against her bare thighs and ass holding his thick cock in hand as he prepared to rape her. Without warning, one of the other goblins screamed, horrified.

"There is another!" he shouted, but it was too late. The blade of the sword he had tossed on the ground was now creaming through the air toward his neck. Without resistance, the blade severed his head from his body, sending it flying into the ferns. His convulsing, blood spurting body fell onto the elf-girl, who was in shock and helpless. She pushed the dead goblin's body off herself to see Eaav, her eldest brother, welding the goblin's sword. Without hesitation, he engaged the other two, standing between them and his defeated sister.

Eaav swung madly at the goblins who were totally on the defensive. Eaav battered and parried one of the goblin's spears with such ferocity that he was knocked off his own feet. As he attempted to stand up, the other goblin swung his sword, slicing into Eaav's left shoulder and arm, leaving a deep, ragged cut from his shoulder down to his elbow. 

"Eaav! Watch out!" she screamed to him.

The goblin's swing was so wild he spun himself around and slipped on the muddy leaves, falling to Eaav's feet. Eaav immediately seized the advantage and drove his sword downward into the goblin's chest, pinning him to the earth. The mortally wounded goblin spat up blood as it looked up at Eaav with wide, red eyes.

The last Goblin, in a final, cowardly act, threw down his spear and fell to his knees. "Pleasse, Masster! We were only meaning to teasse the young elf-girl! Pleasse, do not hurt this poor hungry goblin!" he begged. 

Eaav began to lower his sword when he glanced at his sister, naked from the waist down, crying hysterically. Bloody scratches, in rows of four, streaked her soft, naked, inner thighs. He felt a primal rage billow within him, an urge so powerful, he could not control it. He clenched his jaw and with blood gushing from the open wound on his arm, he stepped forward and swung the blade down upon the kneeling goblin, slicing him through, from his left shoulder clean to his belly, spilling its entrails and beating heart onto the forest floor. 

The three goblins were dead.

Eaav knelt down to his sister's side and held his hand under her head. "Sister, are you OK?" He whispered into her ear as his eyes began to tear.

"Oh my God! Goblins! The goblins tried to rape me!" She was crying hysterically, overcome by her horrifying experience. Eaav hugged his sister tightly, pulling her to his blood soaked chest. 

"Sister, we must get moving," he whispered. "There may be others."

He cradled her face in his hands and looked into her eyes, "I will not let them harm you, my little sister. Never will they touch you again! They shall all meet death by my hand before I allow it. Have faith in me, my sister! Now, we must go!"

Eaav retrieved her pants and helped her get dressed. He clutched the slain goblin's sword tightly in his hand as he scanned the forest for others. His sister tore a strip of cloth from her shirt and wrapped it around Eaav's bleeding arm. They looked upon the dead goblins one last time, and with disgust and relief in their eyes they ran away as fast as they could. Within twenty minutes, they reached a search party of heavily armed Forest Elves, sent to find them by their two brothers, Eden and Miikel. Within an hour, the children were up in the mighty Avdarks, in the loving arms of their waiting parents.




The Forest Elf Ch. 03



It has been six years since that frightful night. Six long years since her eldest brother saved her from the goblins. Her brothers are gone now, serving in the Alliance, unaware of the paradox that was now weaving its thread into the heart of their very bloodline, an enigma that was sure to change the very face of this ancient war. She often wondered if she would ever see her brothers again and if they would ever forgive her for making the decisions that she has made. But, whatever the outcome, Yersia knew one certainty; her fight in this war had only just begun.

***

Shrogg slept beside Yersia for several hours, relaxed from the sex and the steam of the morsiphite spring. He awoke from his nap and looked up that the willow tree, gauging the position of the sun through the branches. He guessed it was nearing mid-day and decided it was time to do his work. He glanced over at his elf-girl, sleeping peacefully on the warm sand. She appeared so lovely to him that he could not bring himself to wake her. With a deep sigh, he turned, stood and walked into the spring.

Silently, he entered the spring, shuffling his bare feet along the sandy bottom. Shrogg had been to this spring many times in the past and has always enjoyed the effects of its magical waters. Whether sore from weeks of travel or injured from battle, Shrogg knew that once he was immersed in the spring, all his pains and aches would be washed away.

Shrogg reached to the bottom of the spring and grabbed handfuls of sand which he rubbed all over his body, scrubbing the sweat and dirt from his skin. Once cleaned and refreshed, he swam to the edge of the spring and broke off a large, leafy twig from the Kaukulala plant. He clewed the leaves and rubbed them against his gums, tongue, teeth and upturned canines, cleaning them and leaving his breath fresh. Although uncommon for an Orc, Shrogg's mother raised him to be clean and tidy, a virtue he still clung to. As a form of discipline, Shrogg enforced a code of hygiene upon his most loyal troops, the Vlakduars.

The Vlakduar was made up entirely of elite soldiers selected by Shrogg himself. They all have proven to be the most loyal, fearsome, and disciplined of his army. Each Vlakduar soldier swore an oath of loyalty to Shrogg and was commanded by no other, not even the Dark Sorcerers. The Vlakduar soldiers each bore the mark of Shrogg, a symbol depicting a red drop of blood crossed by an arrow and a sword. 

Only when a soldier or subject of Shrogg has proven his or her loyalty by spilling their own blood in his name in battle can he be selected as a Vlakduar. Once selected, the soldier must swear loyalty to the death and then be marked with blood drop symbol, and always on the right forearm.

The tranquil sensation of the spring was amicable for Shrogg; it afforded him an inner peace the he was often denied. He stood in the spring and lifted his face to the sun, soaking in the mid-day rays. His body felt pure and revitalized and his mouth clean and fresh. 

After several more minutes of soaking in the warm water, he swam back to the stone patio and climbed out, shaking the beads of water from his massive, muscled frame. He retrieved his sarong from the fallen tree, got dressed and headed down the earthen path into the forest. 

Just around the bend was a squad of Vlakduar troops that had followed Shrogg and Yersia to the spring. They had remained out of sight, giving their Lord his privacy, but close enough to protect him if necessary.

"Captain Makov, my concubine is sleeping under the willow. Leave a detachment but do not disturb her," Shrogg ordered as he approached the Vlakduars. Captain Makov was the commander of the Vlakduar and Shrogg's most trusted soldier. 

"As you wish, my Lord," Makov replied with a bow of his head. Makov ordered all six of the remaining Vlakduar soldiers to remain behind to protect Yersia while he departed down the trail after General Shrogg. 

"What news do you have, Captain," Shrogg asked as Makov caught up and handed him his sheathed sword and dagger; the weapons Shrogg used to butcher the two rouge orcs that assaulted his pet earlier that morning.

"My Lord, reports have been received from our scouts that a small band of Alliance troops have been seen approaching from the south, perhaps ten miles away. Colonel Kevto has dispatched a platoon to verify," Captain Makov reported.

"Alliance troops in the south? That's interesting. Anything else?"

"Yes, my Lord. Your servant Verla was taken to the witch and given medicine. Her injuries are minor. She claims to be fine and returned to her quarters for rest. Also, my Lord, Colonel Kevto requests to meet with you as soon as possible. A rider from the east arrived shortly after you departed this morning. It is a message from General Vladmarshen. He and his retinue will be arriving this evening, my Lord."

"Thank you, Captain. Allow my concubine to rest as long as she wishes. Keep a squad nearby but give her privacy. Understand that nothing is to harm her. Nothing! Am I clear?" Shrogg demanded in an authoritive tone.

"Yes, my Lord." The Captain bowed, turned and headed toward the spring while Shrogg continued down the path toward the encampment.

Wearing nothing but his fur sarong, loin cloth and leather sandals, Shrogg's nearly naked body was ripped with muscle. As he walked, his thick, massive thighs shook and reverberated with each of his steps; his cantaloupe sized calf muscles were crossed with veins and flexed and budged as he stepped over tree roots and boulders. His red eyes scanned the forest, still weary of the dangers that may be lurking; he clutched his sword and dagger firmly in huge, clawed, hands. 

Shrogg soon arrived at the encampment and went directly to his servant Verla's quarters. He entered the large white tent to see Verla and her numerous orc-girl assistants rummaging through racks of garments and linen. 

Verla's quarters were large, plush and warm. Verla had been Shrogg's personal servant for many years and she knew what he expected from her. He was always kind to her and treated her with respect and for that, Verla was deeply grateful. 

Verla, upon seeing General Shrogg enter her quarters, announced his presence to the other female orcs and all of them bowed. 

"How are you feeling, my servant?" Shrogg asked as he approached her. 

"I am fine, my Lord. Jussst a little ssore," she said with a hiss. "Your elf concubine isss quite lovely and ssshapely; full in the hips, narrow at the waist and heavy in the bust. I am afraid we do not have anything appropriate that would fit her, my Lord. We are going to have to make her wardrobe uniquely for her." 

"She is shapely indeed," he replied with a sigh. "She's sleeping under the willow right now. I know she must be exhausted so I am letting her rest." 

General Shrogg went on to explain to Verla about General Vladmarshen's arrival. "I want her to be dressed appropriately for tonight's reception, so I will disturb you no longer." Verla and the servants bowed once more as Shrogg departed and they immediately returned to work on Yersia's new wardrobe. 

It was not uncommon for the General of separate sector to visit the encampment of another General. As custom, the host General will arrange a special reception for his guest, with entertainment and fine food. General Vladmarshen was well known for his extravagant harem, often keeping well over a dozen young human and elf women as concubines. He is also known for his barbaric tactics in battle and lack of mercy. Shrogg never cared much for Vladmarshen, whom has always been jealous of Shrogg's ability as a warrior, his fearsome appearance and for the loyalty he receives from his soldiers. However, Shrogg knew the importance of the political game that comes with his rank, so he kept his ill feelings to himself. Besides, Shrogg knew that General Vladmarshen owed him his very life, but he kept that to himself as well.

The sun shone brightly upon General Shrogg's army and the skies were clear, leaving the valley warm. The encampment was alive with the activity; orcs were everywhere; sharpening weapons, forging steel and performing maintenance on wagons and carriages. Javouls and their riders patrolled the perimeter of the encampment while small platoons of Orcs departed and returned from their patrols in the forest. A thin smoky haze hovered over the valley, the result of the smoldering fires the orcs used to cook their meats and forge their steel. 

As Shrogg approached his quarters, his Vlakduar guards snapped to attention and saluted. Shrogg returned the salute and entered his tent. Verla had set the General's uniform aside for him, along with a light meal of dried meats, bread and fruit. Shrogg ate and changed into his uniform while contemplating the news he had received: Alliance patrols to the south. General Vladmarshen arriving tonight and his army encamping to the north was not expected. He reviewed maps of the surrounding forest, but his mind kept returning to his concubine, Yersia van Clarva. She seemed to fill his thoughts and his body still tingled from her affections. 

He reappeared shortly after, now dressed in his armor vest and leather boots; his sword and dagger hung from his narrow waist as he walked toward to the command post in the center of the encampment. He had only half a day to get his army ready for the reception and he wanted to know what was happening in the south.

***

The Alliance troops stood over the platoon of dead orc soldiers, each wearing armor bearing the dragon crest of the Vandark. The orc platoon did not realize that they had walked into an ambush; they did not have chance of escape let alone for victory. 

The orc platoon was on a reconnaissance patrol, sent to investigate a reported sighting of alliance troops approaching from the south. The twelve orcs were patrolling along the forest path when they were suddenly attacked. 

As they skirted around a meadow, the lead orc was struck in the neck by an arrow. The remaining orcs immediately ran into the woods for cover and reassembled their ranks. As they crouched in the forest waiting for the enemy to approach, they were bombarded with arrows from every direction. It only took a minute for every orc to fall.

"Disgusting creatures," the elf captain said as he looked down upon the corpse of the fallen orc. "What direction did they come from?"

"They came from the north, Sir. Our scouts reported spotting several more orc patrols further up the valley." The human male, an Alliance soldier for three years, pulled an arrow from the body of one of the orcs and used his sleeve to wipe the blood and torn meat from the point before slipping it into his quiver. "Sir, do you think that is the valley where the Vandark is gathering?"

The elf captain peered to the north, studying the trail and the forest that lie beyond. Nothing but a thick cathedral of trees and steep mountains fill his vision. "If they are out there, we must cautious. Orcs could be lurking anywhere." 

The elf captain was twenty-four years old and battle hardened. He entered the Alliance at the tender age eighteen and quickly made a name for himself as a fierce warrior. It did not take long for him to earn the respect of his fellow troops and was soon leading them in battle. 

"Sergeant Lurik, send a rider back to base camp and inform the Colonel that we have encountered an orc patrol coming from the north. Also tell him that we are going to continue our patrol as planned."

"Yes, Captain." With that, the soldier departed to carry out his orders.

The elf captain whistled, signaling the rest of his men to come out of their hiding spots. The elves and humans climbed down of the trees and crawled out of dug in hiding spots to converge on the captain. Once all fifty of human and elf warriors were assembled, the captain announced his plan: They were to continue trekking north but would veer slightly to the east, avoiding the main trail as they searched for any Vandark activity. If they were to encounter any orc patrols, they would attempt to avoid contact and report back to the main force. If by chance they were not able to avoid contact with the orcs or if they contacted rouge bands, they would be more than capable of defending themselves. 

As the fifty men and elf warriors began to move northward, the captain noticed dark clouds building on the western horizon, an ominous sign of rain. He sniffed the warm air and thought, "Yes. This is going to be long, wet night."

***

Shrogg entered the center of the command post, an area of numerous tables and chairs, all covered by a large canopy tarp. Colonel Kevto was standing over a series of maps, reviewing them with other orc Officers when General Shrogg arrived. All the commanders stopped what they were doing and snapped to attention, and made room for the General at the table. 

"My Lord, we have received a message from General Vladmarshen. He will be arriving with his retinue later this evening," Kevto stated as he handed General Shrogg the roll of parchment. Shrogg took the parchment and opened it. He intently read the message before rolling it back up again and set it on the table.

"I hear we may have identified Alliance troops approaching from the south; what do we know of this?" Shrogg asked while looking at the maps.

Colonel Kevto answered, "Last night, one of our patrols reported spotting several soldiers whom appeared to be Alliance, but they lost contact shortly afterwards. I have sent a reconnaissance platoon to investigate."

"What preparations have taken place for this evening reception?" Shrogg asked.

"I have sent hunting parties out to harvest fresh meat and gather ripe vegetables and fruits; the reception area is being prepared now and all shall be in order in good time, my Lord."

"Good. Colonel, I am concerned about this Alliance sighting to the south. I want addition patrols sent out immediately and I want our perimeter reinforced before nightfall. Post sentries on the eastern and southern roads leading into the encampment. Also, make sure there is an additional setting at my table. I will be having a guest."

The Colonel, slightly surprised, smirked slightly to himself and looked up at the General. "So, my Lord, the rumors are true? You have indeed taken an elf-girl?" Colonel Kevto had worked for Shrogg for over a decade and had never known him to take a concubine. Although the Kevto admired his General, he had always wondered why Shrogg did not partake in the pleasures of the female humans and elves, but that was something he dared not bring up. 

Shrogg, with a coy smile, looked at the colonel, turned and walked away. Without saying a word, the Colonel had his answer.

As General Shrogg departed the command post, he glanced up at the western horizon; dark clouds were gathering, threatening to dampen the reception. 

"Colonel Kevto," Shrogg called over his shoulder. "Looks like rain tonight."

***

"My lady! My lady, it isss time to wake!" Verla was standing on the stone patio of the hot spring. She cupped her hand to her face and shouted again, "My lady, pleassse, it isss time to wake!"

Yersia, waking from a deep, restful sleep, opened her somnolent eyes. It was early dusk; the sky had turned from blue to a dull orange as the sun set in the west, obscured by the swollen, black clouds. She was lying under the willow tree, warm, naked and covered with course sand. Her soft, tan skin was sticky from the dried sweat that clung to her body. She sat up and brushed the sand and hair from her face. She had slept so deeply she did not realize that she had slept most of the day. 

"My lady, it isss time to prepare you," Verla shouted from the bank of the spring. Yersia began to stand up when she noticed that Verla was not alone. With her were two young female orcs, each dressed in shiny green kimonos. The orc girls appeared to be in their teenage years, and were much smaller than Verla. 

Yersia, naked and feeling demure in the presence of the three orc women, covered her sandy breasts with her hands and arms while she climbed into the warm mineral water. As she walked through the spring toward the stone patio, she rubbed her body, removing the sand and sweat from her skin. She waited very much to soak in the water, but she swam quickly to the patio and started climbing out when Verla said, "My lady, there isss a reception thisss evening. We must begin preparing you."

"What do you mean? What reception?" Yersia asked of her servant with concern in her eyes.

Verla explained that General Vladmarshen was arriving and that a customary reception was to be held. She also explained that General Vladmarshen was always accompanied by several of his beautiful concubines and it was Shrogg's intention to have her, his own concubine at his side. Therefore, it is necessary for Yersia to be at her most stunning.

"My lady, I cleaned your pack and noticcced that you have sssoaps and sssuch thingsss. I would advise that you take this time to bath and freshen yourssself."

"Thank you, Verla," Yersia said as she looked, puzzled, at the two orc girls

"My lady, these girlsss are my assistantsss. Pleassse do not fret," Verla offered with a bow of her head. One of the orc girls, the smaller of the two, stepped forward and submissively handed Yersia her leather backpack. Still wet and naked, Yersia took the pack and set it on the ground. She began to rummage through it taking the soaps, toothpaste and shampoo she made back in Serronia and climbed back into the water.

Yersia was very excited to be back in the spring and elated to have the chance to thoroughly wash herself; she had not have a full bath in weeks so she was certainly going to make the best of this opportunity. Over the next ten minutes, Yersia lathered her body and scrubbed away the dirt, grim, sweat and semen from her body. She shampooed her thick black hair, working the foam into her scalp. She found a twig that fallen from the willow tree floating on the water. She broke it in half and used it as a toothbrush. The toothpastes she made were sweet and tasted minty, leaving her mouth feeling smooth and clean. 

While she washed, she could not help but think back to her days in Serronia, when she lived in a dorm with scores of other elf and human women. The biggest advantage she remembered that elf women had over human women was the lack of body hair; elf women never had to shave and their skin was always as smooth as silk. Human women had to shave their bodies.

Once Yersia was clean and ready, she climbed out of the spring and placed her soaps back into her pack. She turned to Verla who was holding out a kimono for Yersia to wear. Yersia backed into the kimono, allowing her arms to slide into the sleeves as Verla adjusted it onto her shoulders. One of the assistant girl-orcs kneeled in front of Yersia and reached to her waist, tying the sash snugly around her thin waist. The other girl-orc brought forth a pair of leather moccasin type slipper and placed them onto Yersia's feet. 

Now dressed, the four females made their way down the earthen path into the forest when they encountered a squad of Vlakduar soldiers. The soldiers bowed to Yersia as she approached, take her off guard. Slightly scared and not knowing what to do, she bowed back to them, unable to make eye contact. Each of the soldiers towered over her petite frame and each orc was armed to the teeth: swords, axes, crossbows, maces, spears and armor. To her surprise, they also had horses; Huge horses.

These horses were goliath beasts, larger than any horse she had ever seen before. Each horse, standing at least twenty-five hands and weighting over 3,000 pounds, was black as night and had short fur, long withers, tails and feather hair which covered their ankles and dark hooves. 

"My lady," the apparent leader of the group said to Yersia, "General Shrogg sends his Shires for you. Please, I will assist you onto the saddle." 




The Forest Elf Ch. 03



"Thank you, Sir," Yersia replied softly as she reached up to take hold of the reins. The Vlakduar soldier lowered himself to one knee and cupped his hands together for Yersia to step in. She placed her foot onto his hands and he lifted her effortlessly up and onto the horse. 

Yersia's kimono prevented her from riding the horse properly so she sat sideways on the saddle, her legs crossed off to one side. As the horse began to walk down the trail, Yersia looked back to see that Verla and her assistants were riding the remaining horses while the Vlakduar troops walked beside them, guiding the horses. 

The ride took only ten minutes before the encampment came into view. Yersia noticed that a massive tent was erected in the middle of the encampment. Dozens of flags fluttered in the breeze around the tent and armed, colorfully dressed orc stood at its entrance. This was obviously for the reception Verla was speaking about. 

The Vlakduars lead the group of horses to a large, white tent and stopped at the entrance. "My lady, this is Lady Verla's embroidery. Please accompany her inside." He said as he extended his hand to assist her off the tall horse. 

Verla and her two servants were assisted from the horses by the other Vlakduars and motioned for Yersia to follow them into the tent. She followed them inside and took one last look at the foreboding horse she just dismounted; its black lips were lined with white foam and its red eyes shone like rubies giving the horse an evil, wicked appearance. She turned and entered the tent.

The inside of the embroidery was quite luxurious. The floors were covered with brindle fur rugs; from the walls hung elaborate cloth decorations and several couches, stools, and chairs surround tables covered with garments and fabrics. Several more orc-girls were sitting at different tables and appeared to be busy sewing and working on garments. Immediately, Verla began to speak to her assistants in the orc tongue, directing them as they gathered clothing and other items.

"My lady," Verla said as she approached. "My asssistantss and I made a gown for you to wear tonight, but I am not quite sure of the fit. May I ask that you stand over here and disrobe pleassse ssso that we can measure you?"

"Of course," Yersia replied. She walked to the center of the room, untied the sash and allowed the kimono to fall to the floor. 

One of the orc girls approached Yersia and began to measure her nude body. Measurements of her hips, waist, bust, chest, inseam, legs and feet were taken and recorded. The orc-girl handed the measurements to her co-workers who began to make adjustments to the garment they were working on. 

Verla issued several more orders before asking Yersia to put her robe back on. She motioned the elf over to a chair that was setting in front of a large cabinet. Yersia sat as one of the female orcs place a stool in front of her, knee to knee.

"My lady," the girl orc said, "My name is Vontishava. I am an assistant to Lady Verla and a beautician by trade. It is very important that you are as elegant as you can possibly be tonight, for you will be at the General's side at the reception. Have you ever seen the beauty of the Vandark elites' concubines?"

"Agh, well...no, I'm sorry," Yersia replied shyly. "I have never seen a concubine before." 

Vontishava was taken aback by Yersia's reply. "Are you serious? Have you ever been to a Vandark Reception?"

"No. I never have. What happens?" 

"I see," Vontishava said dumfounded. "Well, let me just tell you that you are going to have a very interesting night. Just be yourself and I am sure you will be fine." 

Although Vontishava knew nothing about Yersia, other than the fact that she was an outsider, she did know that General Shrogg would never take her as a concubine unless she was very special and certainly he would not have her at his side in front of the Vandark elite.

With that, the orc-girl reached over to the table, pulled open a drawer and removed a small wooden box. Inside were the finest cosmetics the Dark World had ever created, and Vontishava was a magician; she leaned over Yersia, studying her alluring eyes, fine features and began her magic. 

***

The encampment had turned into a fortress; dozens of heavily armed orcs patrolled the perimeter, some with dogs, some on horseback and others riding the huge Javouls: wolf-bear like creatures the Vandark tamed and rode like horses. Squads were sent to patrol the surrounding forests and archers were posted in the trees. Orcs were posted on every road and trail leading into the encampment and caches of weapons were strategically placed throughout the camp. Lit torches rimmed the outskirts of the encampment, leaving the entire meadow ringed with fire. If there was to be an assault tonight, General Shrogg's army was ready.

An enormous reception tent sat near the center of the encampment. It was nearly sixty feet long and thirty feet wide. Along the roof, a long ridge arched lengthwise from end to end with the highest point in the center, about 20 feet high. From this ridge, supports beams branched to the sides, curving downward into the ground. The canvas of the tent was dark green and streaked with a pattern of irregular and random red stripes. 

The entrance of the tent was low and narrow. The top frame of the opening was help up by twin logs and lined with foot long, dagger like teeth. The frame curved inward and down until it disappeared into the ground, buried. Further in, just past the toothy frame, the entrance opened up into a wider and more spacious foyer. The ceiling was stone hard, ivory white and covered with small thin cracks. 

A low, narrow circular hallway nearly fifteen feet long connected into the heart of the tent, which opened up into a large, long room. From inside the room, the long center support beam could be seen curving up and along the center of the tent, and numerous side supports curved from the beam outward and into the ground, all covered by the dark green canvas.

Closer examination of the long center support beam revealed something interesting. It was not a beam at all. It was white, covered with thin cracks and made up of several individual pieces connected together forming a long structure. It was not made of wood and not made of steel. It was made of bone; the support structure of the tent was a massive backbone, and the side supports were not beams at all, but rather ribs extending from the backbone, curving out and downward until they plunged into the soil. The green and red canvas covering was made neither by orc, elf, dwarf nor man. It was the leathered, scaly skin of long deceased dragon. The hollowed corpse of the dead dragon was the tent. 

The entrance to the tent was the dragon's open jaw, propped up by a pair of logs, the bottom jaw long buried under the soil. The foyer was the inside of the dragon's mouth, the ivory ceiling being the bony roof of its palate. The long hallway was the dragon's long, curved neck, and the main room was the center of the dragon's enormous body. The loose skin covering the skeleton was enough to keep out rain, but it was tattered and ripped at ground level, allowing the cool breeze to draft through the tent.

***

The inside of the dragon tent was buzzing with activity. Torches were placed throughout the room, casting a fiery reddish orange glow. In the center of the tent, a circular stage was surrounded by two horseshoe shaped tables. The stage was nearly twenty feet in diameter with a hardwood floor. In the middle, a round fur covered sofa, about four feet in diameter, sat on a plush circular rug. 

The larger of the two horseshoe shaped tables was prepared to seat a dozen guests, each with their own cushioned chair and unobstructed view of the stage. Across from the horseshoe table on the opposite side of the round stage sat a smaller table; this was the head table. Two magnificent jewel encrusted thrones sat side by side at the center. Next to them sat smaller, luxurious chairs with soft cushion seats wrapped with silken fabrics -- three sat to the left of one throne and one to the right of the other.

In the far corner of the tent, several drums of various sizes, rattles and wind and string instruments were readied. Beautiful, yet wicked tapestries were hung from the walls and ceiling. On the opposite end, a crackling fire burned in a large fire pit, warming the tent and illuminating the dragon spinal column and ribs above.

Orc servants busied themselves setting dinner plates, fine silverware and golden goblets. General Shrogg's chefs had prepared an extravagant meal for his guests. Seared elk steaks and roasted mountain ducks garnished with herbs freshly harvested from the forest were nearing completion. Potatoes, fruits and vegetables along with warm loaves of freshly baked breads were readied for the reception. Decanters of water, ale and wine were placed upon the tables. 

Lining the outside of the reception tent, numerous flags representing the Vandark swayed in the gentle breeze. A long red carpet led from the gaping jaws of the dragon skull to the edge of the road that wound through the encampment. Dozens of Vlakduar troops and orc soldiers lined the road and red carpet, an honor guard dressed in polished armor and gleaming weaponry. 

The rest of the encampment was silent and dark, save for the torches lining the outskirts of the camp and the red-orange glow within the reception tent. 

General Shrogg stood at the end of the red carpet, arms crossed over his massive chest, awaiting the arrival of his concubine. His black locks were braided together, forming a thick ponytail the hung down his broad back. Over his shoulders, he wore the thick fur lined cloak that draped to his knees. Under the cloak, he wore a decoratively embroidered silken shirt and black sarong and loin cloth which exposed his muscled trunk like thighs. On his feet he wore thick leather boots that wrapped around his calves, the top of which were adorned with tassels. 

Colonel Kevto and Captain Makov stood next to Shrogg, both dressed in their most formal uniforms. The road leading to the eastern entrance of the encampment was lined with soldiers, ready to welcome General Vladmarshen. The torches flicked and danced in the slight breeze. The full moon had begun to illuminate the valley, casting a silvery glow upon the meadow. 

General Shrogg and his soldiers turned their heads as the entourage of female orcs approached the tent. The group was dressed in red dinner gowns which flowed smoothly to their feet. As they approached, Shrogg swallowed hard and felt his heart shutter as he caught his first glimpse of his elf-girl surrounded by Verla and her several assistants. As the group walked up to the edge of the red carpet, they spread out, allowing Yersia to step from the center. 

Immediately, every orcs' jaw fell open and their eyes' opened wide. The elegant beauty of the Forest Elf captivated them and held them breathless. Her full, wavy, black hair flowed down beside her face, and was intertwined with diamond studded silver strands. Her green, iridescent eyes were lined with black liner, accentuating their luring beauty. Her succulent lips shone with a deep red lipstick and the emerald jewel pierced in her nose sparked in the light of the torches. 

Around her neck she wore a silver, elaborately designed collar. Her gown was ivory white and made of fine silk. It flowed over her shoulders forming a 'V' across her ample breasts, exposing her deep cleavage. The material wrapped snuggly around her thin waist and turned sheer, allowing her smooth sexy stomach to show through. The gown flowed smoothly over her full hips before spitting apart along the outside seam, exposing her thighs and legs as the dress draped to her ankles. On her feet she wore white sandals with thin straps that wrapped over the top of her feet and around her ankles and up her lower legs. The straps were lined with diamonds and sparkle in the moonlight. 

Shrogg's heart sunk into his chest as she walked seductively toward him, her hips swaying and her breasts bouncing ever so slightly. She looked up at him with a coy smile, her teeth shining perfectly white behind her blood red lips. 

"Good evening, Master," she said softly. "I apologize if I kept you waiting."

Shrogg swallowed hard as he looked upon her beautiful face and sultry body. Never had he seen any so alluring. He had seen countless concubines on the years, but none could compare to this striking Forest Elf. Her enchanting eyes, flawless skin, thin curving figure and heavy breasts captivated his attention and stole his breath. 

"My pet, I am most pleased," Shrogg said with a bow of his head. "I...I am...I am afraid I am lost for words." Shrogg extended his hand toward Yersia, inviting her grant him hers. She lifted her hand and placed it into her Master's. He then stepped aside, offering her a place at his side. As she stood beside him, she could not help but feel tiny next to his immense bulk. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, warming her on the cool night. 

Verla and her assistants, all dressed elegantly as well, took up positions next to Yersia, which comforted her. She glanced to her side and took notice of the of superbly dress orcs lining the road to the eastern entrance of the encampment. Some held flags on long poles and other held long lances and spears. Her heart beat quickly in her chest as she anticipated the night that lay before her. She was anxious and scared, not knowing what was going to be expected from her. Her stomach ached from hunger. She looked to the west; huge billowing black clouds gathered, their edges glowing a faint orange as the last remanence of the sun faded.

Yersia, Shrogg and the orcs stood ready to greet their guests. The crackling of the fires was the only sound. Suddenly, the peace was broken by the sound of ravens being spooked out of the trees on the eastern edge of the forest. They all turned, looking at the road as it emerged from the woods. The flickering flames of perimeter torches danced on the trees as the moon began to reveal itself. Through the thinning trees, the faint glow of swaying lanterns approached from the eastern forest. It would appear that their wait was over.

***

Night had fallen and dark clouds gathered on the western horizon. The full moon inched above the canopy of the forest, silhouetting the trees against a luminescent, yet bleary sky. A chill enveloped the valley turning the warm breath of the three orcs into a white brume that rose upward and quickly vanished. They stood steadfast, guarding the eastern road as is wound its way from the forest into the encampment. Chain mail clinked on the steal trim of armor as the youngest orc paced nervously. The anticipated arrival of General Vladmarshen was causing him to feel anxious.

"Settle yourself," his superior said forthrightly. "Your pacing alone is enough to frighten the ghouls away." The youngster stopped and rubbed his cold hands together to warm them if not out of tension.

The road leading from the encampment was wide, full of muddy ruts, and covered with damp leaves. It had a slight incline leading into the forest before it curved sharply, disappearing into the thick woods. Long shadows stretched across the ground leaving strips of blackness, adding to the gloom of their desolate post. 

A rustling in the undergrowth caused the orcs to turn in unison while grasping at their swords. Their heartbeats quickened and they held their breath, listening intently for hints as to what lurked in the darkness beyond. 

A faint scratching followed by a high pitch screech pierced the still night, spooking a flock of concealed ravens out of the trees, sending them fluttering into the star speckled sky.

"Who goes there?" The superior said unsurely, spinning on his heels.

From behind, a hiss in the trees; a cold, unseen breath seemed to blow across the back of their necks. The orcs spun their heads in all directions; their skin crawled with goose bumps as an oppressive fright consumed their thoughts and corrupted their composure. They squinted, peering into the darkness. The creatures of the forest seemed to surround them. Dozens of reflecting eyes stared unblinkingly back at them. 

"I don't like this," the young orc whispered. He clutched the handle of his sword so tightly his knuckles turned white. "Are we being watched? What is in this cursed land?" 

In the distance, a faint groan was heard, like that of wood being twisted. The orcs turned, focusing intently. Frightened, they slowly stepped off the trail, shuffling backwards into the darkness of the shadows, trying desperately to disappear. Their trembling hands drew their swords, a feeble attempt to frighten off the evil that seemed to lurk about them in the dark woods.

"There it is! On the road! What is coming?" the leader whispered.

From up the trail, twigs began to snap. Branches were bending and breaking. Footsteps! 

"An evil is approaching," the leader said with a dreadful swallow.

Something big was moving along the road, its vague silhouette visible through the thin mist and sparse trucks and branches. A pair of dim yellow lights seemed to dance above the road. It rounded the curve, coming down the trail right toward them, stalking. Whatever it was, it growled; a deep, wet, throaty, growl that chilled the orcs' blood and sent panic into their minds. 

"Help us, Dark Lord," the leader said as the beast came into focus through the fog.

It had fire red eyes, a long, narrow snout, dog like nose and its head hung low to the ground. It had pointed ears of a wolf, long, shaggy fur and huge humped shoulders like a bear. The beast was wider than a bull and equally as tall. It crept on thick wide spread legs, dinner plated sized feet with five inch claws. The beast was an eastern Javoul, much more sinister and larger than the western Javouls they were accustomed to.

As it approached, its eyes narrowed and it sniffed the damp air. The beast's lip rose into a snarl, brandishing dagger like teeth; drool oozed from its mouth. The orcs were frozen in terror, unable to breathe or look away. 

It crept nearer. Its white, steamy breath whirled up and around its humped shoulders as it skulked toward the orcs. Its head swayed from side to side with each step and its ears flatten against its black fur. The orc's knees nearly failed as the Javoul pressed it icy nose against his cheek, sniffing his flesh. He shut his eyes tightly as it pushed its nose hard into his face, shoving him backwards into the trunk of a tree. 

The orc dropped his sword and a fright filled whimper escaped his lips. He forced his eyes open briefly, just long enough to see the Javoul turn its head and step past him, sparing his life. As it continued past, the orc noticed that the beast wore a chain and leather bridle around its neck and chest. Leather straps wrapped under its forelegs and around its back forming a harness. From the harness, thick chains trailed behind and attached to the harness of a second Javoul which followed closely behind the first. The two ragged Javouls were tethered to a carriage, pulling it along the foreboding road. A dark cloaked figure sat atop the carriage, holding the reins of the beasts in its outstretched hands. 

As the carriage passed, the driver slowly turned its cloaked head toward the orcs. From under the black hood, two eyes, nothing more than dark red pinpoints glared back at them. Hanging from extensions on each side of the cloaked driver were dim yellow lanterns which swayed back and forth, casting eerie shadows along the sides of the carriage and the underside of the branches above.

The beasts and carriage continued down the trail toward the encampment, creaking as the wheels and struts flexed. The carriage was black and covered with elaborate designs and the crest of the Vandark. Another dim lantern hung from the rear of the carriage, illuminating the horrific face of a third Javoul that followed; it too, had a twin and pulled a black carriage.