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The Outlander & the Elf Maid Ch. 00

By: countrygentdom



Introduction: The Spear & Plow Inn

It was a long hot summer day. The wind-swept grain fields that lined either side of the road, formed marine-like swells on an open sea of yellow-tan. While picturesque, it offered no shelter from the bitter rays of the sun. Tyler cursed the burdensome sphere as he mopped the sweat from the back of his neck. The road came up hard underneath his boots, and jarred his bones with every agonizing step. The dust from the road left an acrid taste in his mouth, and he wondered how long this deplorable heat would exacerbate his misery. 

Would there be no end to this, he asked himself. 

As if answering his question, Luva suddenly broke the silence.

"In an hour or so, we should reach the edge of the forest," she reported, "and not long after that, we should reach the Spear & Plow," she looked at her companion, reading his tormented expression, and consoled him, "Worry not, outlander. There will be food, drink, song, and all manner of merriment," she finished, with a patronizing smile. The tone of her voice reflected this, but Tyler took it in good stride.

Luva. 

Luva Afara was his saving grace in this strange new world.

It had only been five weeks he had been here, but he would have met his end if she had not been there to guide him. He thought of her as his mentor --his teacher. He also had other thoughts about her, but of a more prurient nature. She was, after all, the quintessence of elven beauty. She had long straight auburn hair that she kept neatly tied in a bun --secured with a pair of black, lacquered sticks. Her face had angular, yet delicate features, that led to her pointed ears. Her body was lithe, but was still shapely, with a bosom that was slightly large for her frame, and the green leather halter and skirt that she wore accentuated an already near perfect figure. The elf-maid carried a wooden staff, and a bow --both finely crafted by master-artisans of her race. She had not only seductive wiles, but was also deadly accurate in combat. 

Although Tyler depended on the beautiful elf for his survival, in the beginning, he now had become dependent on her friendship. Back home he was a social pariah --a geek, a nerd. Sci-fi movies, comic book conventions, and role-playing games were his passions. All the ingredients necessary were present to make him an outcast. But there was one thing, one activity, in which he participated, that paid off, and in this world, it meant the difference between life and death for him: The MCS. The Medieval Combat Society, to which he was an active member, was a group of people that got together for the purpose of beating the hell out of each other with wooden swords, and such. And it was not boastful to say, that he was one of the best. He was not only in fairly good physical condition, but had excellent reflexes and coordination. Tyler might have been a great athlete if the desire had been present to pursue such ends, but that path was not for him. Natural athleticism aside, his days with the MCS had not been a waste of time, and he had simply traded his sword of rattan for one of steel.

He reflected upon his arrival --now, nearly thirty-seven days ago. 

Sitting at his computer, playing his favorite MMORPG --a game called Everrealm- he suddenly felt the onset of a panic-attack. While he had had one or two in the past, this one made him feel as if his body was coming apart at the seams. A terror so complete, moved over him, and he was convinced that this was the end of his meaningless existence --blackness, oblivion. But that was not the case for Tyler, the next he was the grassy banks of a mountain stream. And now, he was here; walking down the road with Luva, off to find adventure and riches, but mostly he wanted to find shade. 

The outlander's wish came true only minutes later, and he felt such exquisite relief as they passed into the first copse of trees that marked the edge of the forest. Not long after that, exquisite relief became utter bliss as he saw the inn come in to view. The main building was rustic in form, but stalwart in construction. It was, essentially, an expansive two-story log cabin mortared with white clay. There were three other outbuildings: a small clapboard shack that was obviously the privy, a rather nice livery stable, and the bathhouse. The bathhouse was an opulent structure in juxtaposition to its neighbors. It was a building of stone that had an almost temple-like flair. This reminded the two of how much a proper bath would be welcome. Washing off the grime of the road had started to seem like a luxury that neither could afford until this moment. But first, they would sate their overwhelming desire of a hot meal, and some good drink.

While still a short distance from the main entrance, they could hear the sound of voices in jovial conversation, and lively music coming from the inside. But most of all, they could smell the savory aroma of the food that they longed for so much. It seemed as if this was the longest, and most arduous part of their journey, as they made their approach to the large open door of the Spear & Plow Inn.

Once inside, Tyler rubbed his eyes as to adjust to the dim light of the main hall. When his vision had cleared, he scanned the room. It was mostly local farmers, artisans, and merchants from the nearby farming village of Gladwell, but there were also a handful of adventurer-types there. But what caught his attention was a most drunken dwarf bellowing out his dwarven ballads of battle and glory, and the rather bemused minstrel that accompanied him on the lute. His rich baritone voice would periodically slip out of key, and this seemed to amuse the musician --as a sly smile would cross his face every time his short and stocky companion would hit a sour note. Two serving wenches were flitting about the tables, with multiple tankards in their hands, serving favored libations to the customers. All in all, the Spear & Plow had a welcoming atmosphere, and the two began to feel at ease.

It was not long before Tyler and Luva were sitting at a table, each with a large bowel of a hearty beef stew and a large mug of ale, and it was then that they felt the cares of the outside world begin to melt away. As their bodies began to relax, so did their minds. The daily hardships that had plagued them on the road started to become a distant memory.

After their meal, the pair paid, up front, for all the comforts the inn could provide. The innkeeper was a gracious man, and thanked them for their custom; but he had no idea how grateful they were --a hot bath, and a soft bed seemed a hedonistic luxury. They would have paid a king's ransom for such creature comforts -at this point.

As the sun slipped below the horizon, and darkness overtook the daylight, the lamps inside the Spear & Plow Inn were being lit by the houseboy. Tyler and Luva sat at the same table, discussing tomorrow. They would continue north; the farther they got from the capitol, the greater the chances they would have finding adventure and the opportunity for wealth. It was then that a most strange and unusual visitor interrupted the evening's festivities. 

The crowd went dead silent as a female orc strode into the Spear & Plow. All eyes were upon her as she made her way to the center of the throng. She walked erect, and not hunched over like many of her savage kind --in fact, one could say that there was conspicuous nobility to her posture. The armor she wore was a piecemeal combination of plate, chain, and leather; and she carried a large flanged mace strapped across her back. Although she had the low-rent-sword-for-hire look, it did not detract from the confident and proud image that she projected.

While some stared aghast in abject terror, the more advent-urous types in the room shifted in a subtle way to be ready for action. But none the less, the new arrival had the full attention of the inn when she spoke, "Good folk," her voice lacked the familiar rasp of her race, "I mean you no harm, nor ill will. I am yet another traveler in need of the hospitality of this fine establishment," her words sounded rehearsed, "I pray you, do not judge me by the way I look. I am no beast. All I seek is a full stomach, and a warm soft place to sleep --a bit of rest," the honesty of this was reflected in her eyes, "Please," she cast her gaze on the barman, "good innkeeper, a bowl of stew, and a tankard of mead --if you would be so kind?"

At this, the orcess put a few silver coins on the counter, and cast an expectant gaze upon the man behind the bar. They both locked eyes for what seemed an eternity, but after a brief moment her shrugged as if to say, coin is coin, and filled her order. The tension was suddenly released from the room, and everyone turned back to their business, their jokes, their laughter, as if nothing was amiss.

Only scant moments had passed before the two noticed the new arrival looming over them. 

"Pray pardon, good folk," the she-orc broke in, "but may I join you," she queried, most politely.

Without seeking approval from his companion, Tyler answered, "Of course, please sit, join us." The look in Luva's eyes seemed to say that her comrade was being too presumptuous, and if it were up to her she would have politely denied this request.

Placing her bowl and cup on the table, she took a seat, and said graciously, "Oh, I do thank you. I have been traveling so long by myself, I have almost forgot the sound of another voice, and I could stand for some good conversation. I am Sola, and what may I call you?"

"I am Tyler, and this is Luva," he replied, and went on to say, "No thanks are necessary, Sola, you are most welcome at our table," he paused momentarily before he asked, "So, what brings you to these parts?"

"Mmm," she said with a mouth full of stew, as if to plead for a moment to finish, and then said, after she swallowed, "Nothing in particular, employment, adventure, perhaps the opportunity to bring some justice into these oppressive times."

This answer astounded Luva, and her obvious surprise was written all over her face --this did not go unnoticed by their guest. The elf had been sitting there in an uncomfortable silence. Notice-ably upset by Sola's presence, she made no attempt to hide this fact, but when her expression suddenly changed, the orcess took the opportunity to drive the point home. Shifting her gaze solely upon the elf-maid, she addresses her directly, "Luva, you must realize that I was raised amongst humans --as I am half human. My mother was my father's victim. His raiding party attacked my mother's village, and she was ravaged, but left alive. This is a rare occurrence indeed, lest half-orc bastards populate the world.

"As a child, I found I was stronger and more resilient than my peers, but I was also more given to fits rage. It took many years of learning the control and self-discipline to quell the beast that resides within me, and I found that control -in using my superior prowess to help others. It gave me a sense of purpose, brought inner peace, and gave me the strength to subdue that savage part that was my father," she stopped talking for a few seconds, and concluded, "Now, I have made this my life's work --helping those being bullied by tyrants that cannot help themselves."

Sola leaned back from the table, as if to let the others know she was done telling her tale, and waited for a reaction from the elf-maid. It came none too soon.

"Well then, Sola, forgive me my prejudices," Luva said, somewhat abashed, "I have misjudged you. Forgive me, and let us talk of this no more."

She accepted the apology with a smile, and a simple nod. 

The tension was gone from the table, and Luva joined in on the conversations, as if nothing had happened, but the little elf now noticed something that vexed her further: Tyler was completely taken in by the tales that the half-orc weaved of her adventures. He sat in rapt interest with his eyes fixed utterly on their guest. 

She suddenly felt the pangs of jealousy well within her. Feeling as if Tyler was somehow hers, his attentions were likewise hers, and not to be shared --especially not with this monstrous-looking upstart, that now joined them. He had, in the past, made several advances toward her, and now she regretted gently refusing them. She recalled his clumsy flirtations, that silly amorous gaze he would cast her way, and she found that she was smiling at the memory.

Alas, her elven sensibilities had got the best of her, and she formulated a plan to show the outlander precisely where his passions laid. After all, she was the elf. All human men lusted after them, and why not? They were the fairest --the most beautiful and elegant of the races. No man could resist the seductions of her kind.

"We have acquired a room for the night," she butted in the middle of one of Sola's tales, "We would be honored if you would share it with us."

Surprised by the interruption, the other two snapped their heads to face her. There was a moment of awkward silence, and then the she-orc answered, "I am grateful for your hospitality; it would be impolite to decline. I thank you, Luva. Then you will allow me to buy the next round of drinks, will you not?" 

It was agreed, and it was not long after that the three retired to the bathhouse for that long-awaited cleansing each one desired so much.

The inside of the bathhouse was polished granite with teak wood floors. In the center was a large bathing pool --perhaps, ten feet across. A swirl of steam rose up from the water, as a warning of its temperature. Obviously, there was some sort of underground furnace directly below. There was no expense was spared in its construction. The accommodations here vastly outstripped the rustic simplicity of the other buildings, and the three companions were more than willing to take advantage of this.

As they began to strip down, Tyler reflected upon something he had noticed since his arrival here. The people of this world were less prudish, and somewhat earthy, when it came to nudity and sexuality than in his world. There was no attempt at modesty, no shame, no pretense as armor and clothing fell to the floor. But still, he turned himself away, in puritanical embarrassment, so the other two would see the least of his naked form.

In this, the outlander was a bit of a hypocrite, because he turned his head, and salaciously drank in the visage of the females before him. His eyes swept to and fro -in comparative glances. The elf had ample, yet unexaggerated curves to her hips, waist, and bust line, while the half-orc was bold in her shape. With large firm breasts, flared hips, long legs, and an ass that was both solid and supple, she had the body of a comic book heroine --a body devised in the mind of an under-sexed artist with too much time on his hands. Libidinous images ran through his mind uncontrollably as his gaze went to Luva, and then back to Sola, and back again. The elf-maid's skin was touched a golden tan by the sun, while the areas that her clothing covered were milky white, with nipples that were a rosy- peach. As most of her elven-kind, she had no hair below here neck. The orcess was a light shade of olive green with nipples of an umber hue. And other than a heart-shaped birthmark on her left hip, her skin was unblemished --as most orcs were covered in unsightly warts and a myriad of other dermal eruptions. By human standards of beauty, her face was not very attractive, but that body...

The physical affectation, of this state of mind, began to take hold of him, and he rushed to get into the water -as to avoid any indignity from his swelling member. This did not go unnoticed by Luva, and it was plain to her the reason for his alacritous retreat. She began to wonder if it was the sight of her, or Sola, that caused his actions. Maybe, it was both? Maybe, that boyish innocence he displayed was just a cloak that covered a wanton, and rakish, libertine lurking beneath. Did he want to take her, or the she-orc? Or, did he want to lecherously take both of them? She pondered this as she immersed herself into the hot pool, and entertained the idea of also seducing their new-found friend.

After Sola had joined them in the bath, the houseboy entered, retrieved their clothing to be laundered, and left behind robes and drying cloths for the three. Then he exited as quickly, and silently, as he entered. And when the door closed behind him, the conversation started anew --this time, however, Luva steered the subject in the direction that she wanted.

"Sola," the elf began, "you have told of many tales this evening, but do you have any amorous conquests you wish to share?" Her tone was playful, flirtatious, a bit pretentious, and spoken through a sly grin.

"Why, Luva," she shot back in mock astonishment, "A lady does not kiss and tell!" She ended with the same sly grin of the one who asked the question, as the laughter rang out, "You know what human females are like when they begin their journey into womanhood? Well orc females, even a half-orc female, is that! Ten, fold! 

"I am not sure if this was harder on me, or my mother," she said reflectively, as a few more chuckles sounded, "There was not a boy that was safe from my lustful desires, and I went through all in an effort to find one that could slake my passions, but to no avail. They were so young and inexperienced, they really did not know what they were doing, but then again, neither did I. 

"It was not until I was sent to be a house maid for Tyram, the Blacksmith, that I found what I was looking for. You see, he had recently lost his wife, and he had no skill as a housekeeper, or a cook. So, my mother arranged for his services in exchange for my labors.

"He was a lonely and sad man, and as I was somewhat of an outcast, it was not long before we fell into each others' arms." She went on to recount their covert encounters, spending the hours of the early evenings in his bed, and their midnight meetings in the peach orchard. She went on to describe the feelings of not only sexual gratification, but also the acceptance, and affection, that she felt at the hands of this forlorn man.

"But something like this, in a village that small, cannot be kept secret. It was not long before we were discovered, and the busy, little gossip-hens pounced on the affair like a pack of ravenous wolves. Alas, that is what brings me here today, as I was forced to leave my home, with my mother in tears." Sola concluded, staring off into space, as if recalling the melancholy images in her mind.

Upon seeing the expressions of such longing on the faces of the other two, she began to chuckle, and declared, No, no, no, my good friends, it was nothing so gentle or warm with Tyram. The man had desires so unseemly that most human females would find them too perverse to satisfy --he was perfect for me!"

Once again, uproarious laughter echoed off the hard walls of the bathhouse.

A few minutes later, all having cleaned themselves thoroughly, they exited the pool, donned their robes, and headed back to the room for the night. 

The lamps in the room had already been lit before their arrival. They gave off an orange glow that made all colors more vibrant and alive --giving it a more welcoming atmosphere. The accommodations were simple, yet adequate. A table, two chairs, a chest, and one very large feather bed occupied the space, and Luva beamed at the fact that there was only one bed. It could not have been more fortuitous for her plan even if she had prearranged it. 

Sola noticed her expression upon seeing that there was only one bed, and her suspicions -that the little elf was up to something- were confirmed. The orcess, not being one to waste time with pretense, decided to cut to the quick, "My new friends," she started in a matter-of-fact tone, "I have never been one to stand on ceremony, so let us not tarry, and begin what has been in the elf's mind all evening." With this, she pulled the robe from her strong shoulders, and let it fall to the floor -exposing her voluptuous naked form.


The Outlander & the Elf Maid Ch. 00



While Tyler was froze in place by shock, as he was oblivious to the subtle workings of the elf-maid, Luva responded in kind by divesting herself of her robe, and meeting the she-orc in the middle of the room. 

The two wrapped each other in a passionate embrace, and they began to explore with their lips and hands. Licking and groping, nibbling & caressing, there was only little salacious whimpers that escaped their lips, as each got a little braver with mouth and hand. It did not take long for the elven lass to lock on to Sola's erect nipple, and hungrily suckle upon it. At this, a wanton moan came from the half-orc, as she threw her head back in carnal bliss.

The outlander ardently watched the two work each other --his cock, rock-hard and throbbing. The orcess noticed him just standing there, and playfully said to Luva, "I fear we are going to need a man-rod in all of this," then turning to Tyler, she continued, "Join us, you are most needed here."

That was all the encouragement he needed, and he deftly moved in behind the Sola. She felt his rigid prick press against her buttocks, as he kissed and licked at the nape of her neck. It had been a long time since she had experienced the passionate touch of another, and these pleasurable sensations, caused by her companions, started to dampen her anxious honey-pot.

Moments later, while Tyler's hands eagerly explored Sola, the elf-maid's delicate fingers found her aching clit, and gently, slowly, began to rub it in a circular motion. The feeling shot through the she-orc like a lightning strike, and she began to softly groan her prurient longing.

Oh, by the gods, it has ages, she thought to herself, as her moans got louder.

Luva felt the Sola's pussy-juice begin to start dripping from her own fingers, so she stopped diddling the half-orc's swollen little button, brought her sopping digits to her mouth, and savored the sweet nectar that coated them.

"Mmmm..." The elf-maid cooed as she suckled and licked at the salty-sweet liquid. She too was feeling a wanton and lustful desire well up within her, "You taste good, my friend. Would you like to taste me?" The answer to her query was met in mere seconds, as Sola gently pushed the little elf back to the bed, opened her supple legs, and put her attentions upon her bald elven twat.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, she watched the orcess paw gently at her ever-moistening cunt. Strong and elegant olive-colored fingers ran up and down her hairless slit before they separated the fleshy petals within. Its wetness glistened in the lamplight as she observed the broad ebon tongue of her companion come from between the small white tusk-like teeth that protruded from the her lower jaw. 

At first contact, she shuddered in surprise at the power of the she-orc's oral appendage. But after Luva was set into a rhythm, the elf beckoned to Tyler, "Please outlander, I must have you in my mouth!"

As she lay back on the bed, he moved over her, on all fours, straddling her face. He lowered his burgeoning member into her mouth, and felt the warm wetness of it engulf him. He let out a long sigh as her hand grasped his rod, and she began to stroke and suck at him. It took everything he had not to start pumping furiously at her maw.

Tyler was certain that he would never know such carnal pleasures back home. He had only had a few partners in his life, and one he paid for on a trip to Reno. The others were a long-term girlfriend, and a mysterious, and extremely beautiful, woman that he met online in the course of his favorite game. They had set a rendezvous at a nearby motel, spent the evening --and most of the night- together, and he never heard from here again. But that was in the past, and right now was all that mattered to him.

As the outlander's cock was being lustily worked by the elf-maid, Sola could not believe the silken and sweet sensations that filled her being. Luva's sylvan snatch was so delectable and sapid, that she buried her tongue deep inside the little fuck-box as to coax more of the taste into her mouth. She felt the elf's lithe body begin to twitch and spasm at her insatiable lapping, and she knew it would not be long before the other would be overcome by orgasm. Know-ing this only fueled her to be even more enthusiastic in her lustful actions.

The she-orc increased the voracity in which she went after the her dripping pussy, as she felt the first wave of climax crash into her like a wave breaking over a rocky shore. It seized every muscle in her, only to mercifully release, and then mercilessly come back again, and again --still more intense than the last time. The little elf stopped sucking off Tyler to cry out her passion, and the sound of her dulcet calls reverberated loudly about the room. Even so, the orcess did not stop, and as one part of Luva wished that the other would take pity upon her, there was another, a more lascivious part, that did not. 

And when the tides of ecstasy had subsided, she found herself in need of more salacious gratification. With his cock still in her hand, she spoke, "By my ancestors, Tyler, I need this inside me," and exclaimed her words with a few tugs on him. 

It was more of a command than a request, and he immediately shifted position to laying supine --his tumescent prick pointing up, and awaiting her dripping gash.

In a flash, both Sola and Luva were looming above him, while the half-orc straddled his head; the elf lowered her sopping, little pussy down on to his throbbing rod. He felt the tip part her swollen lips, and it seemed an eternity before it actually penetrated into her slick and hungry hole. Although it was tight and unforgiv-ing, and gripped his cock harshly, it offered little resistance as it was sodden with her juices. 

She slowly took its entire length into her as Sola's sweet snatch finally came into the reach of his tongue. Tyler immediately lunged at it, and the sudden shock of this caused the orcess to jump. But upon realizing it was just the outlander's lecherous enthusiasm, she settled her hungry pussy back down on his mouth. As her dripping twat came back down, he saw the level of her arousal. Her dark lips were thick with engorgement, and her clit was swollen to the size of a ripe blueberry --which he began to lash with craven desire. 

As the she-orc's delectable juices filled his mouth, the elf-maid's taut, little fuck-tunnel massaged his burgeoning cock, and he could hear them kiss and suckle each other they rode him. With it buried deep inside her, she bucked her hips, and dragged her love button over his pubic bone. It sent bolts of salacious pleasure coursing through every nerve in her slight, little frame, and she began to feel, once again, those first waves of climax wash over her. The half-orc saw it building in the little elf, and this sent her past the same orgasmic edge.

Tyler felt the two cumming hard as they straddled atop him, and heard their wails of pleasure ring in his ears. Awash in lust, it was all he could do to hold himself back from cumming, as he want-ed his turn on Sola, and had to start thinking about dead puppies, and the like, to prevent this from happening. And it seemed that the orc-ess had the same thing in mind, because once libidinous cries had subsided, she wasted no time getting on all fours, and beckoning him to her with a lustful glance.

He quickly got to his knees, and moved in behind the half-orc as Luva slid in underneath her. Just as the tip of his rock-hard tool began to part her swollen lips, she said, "No, outlander, not that hole."

The elf maid watched, from underneath, as he place the head of his prick firmly against the she-orc's forbidden opening. She saw it start to oblige his lecherous invasion, and slide in slowly --inch by inch. Overcome with lust, by the sight of this, she went after the other's pussy with renewed vigor. 

Tyler had never done this before, so he pushed inside Sola's asshole gently as she cooed her encouragement, "Yes, that's it," she purred, "go deeper."

Gasping at the mixture of pleasure and pain, she felt him pressing still farther past her sphincter until it was fully buried. Then came the ginger thrusts as he worked his manhood inside her taut anal cavity, and she, once again, encouraged the outlander, "Oooh... Yessss... A little faster, now."

He did as he was told, and picked up the pace --as did Luva. Soon, the tender thrusts had graduated to an almost violent pounding as the little elf ravaged the soaking twat of the orcess. 

Sola could take no more, and was flung, once more, beyond the apex of blissful carnality. She wailed loudly as the merciless and ecstatic climax overtook her. And at hearing her impassioned cries, Tyler could hold back no longer as he joined the cacophony. The orcess could feel the hot jets of his cum spraying inside her.

When the salacious calls had abated, he pulled his swollen tool from the unforgiving grip of her abused asshole, and the last of seed spilled on to Luva's face. Sated, the three collapsed on the bed --their bodies intertwined. For a few moments, they playfully giggled and gave each other know looks before exhaustion took its toll, and they fell into a deep slumber.

——‡―—

It was well past midnight, and she was still awake. 

Things had not gone according to plan, and this vexed her. She would sit on her throne for a few minutes --only to find that she was, once again, pacing the floor, and turning it over in her mind, again and again, trying to figure out exactly when it all went wrong.

Tyler should be with me, she thought, he is my plaything, and he should be here for my amusement!

She knew he was in her realm; they were bound by her magic, and she felt his presence. His exact location, however, was un-known to her. This frustrated the dark queen beyond belief. After all, she was Axania --Empress and Sorceress-Supreme of these lands. Daily, powerful warlords and wealthy noblemen groveled before her -vying for her favor, and somehow this insignificant worm eluded her?

She had her spy network on alert, and three of her personal bounty hunters looking for him. All the Empress could figure was that he had found some way to blend in with the local color. Some-one must have taken him in, and she swore to herself that they too would be dealt with for their impudence!

Disappointment welled within the sorceress. She had finally found a strong one --as most of those who played on her computer game were weak and sickly. The previous one had lasted only a scant two-weeks. She was just beginning to have fun with him when he suddenly expired. 

She had seduced Tyler, posing as another gamer, and found him to have a most stalwart constitution and a voracious appetite for lust. She knew he would last long enough for her to be satisfied --perhaps even longer.

He was fairly easy to lure. It only took a little flirting, in one of the game's chat-rooms, and she had set up an encounter with him at a motel near his home. Axania recalled the look on his face when he first saw her. Obviously, he did not expect to find someone so stunningly beautiful. She was statuesque with raven-black hair that hung to her waist, an unblemished complexion like fresh cream, and a shape that would make most lingerie models green with envy. Al-though her facial features were extraordinarily attractive, she held a wicked and forbidding countenance. She was the quintessence of dark beauty. 

The Empress had just returned to her throne, still pondering what to about Tyler, when the captain of her personal guard entered.

Her captain, Grohl, was a hulking orc --strong, powerful, and deadly with most any weapon. He was highly intelligent for his kind, as well as sadistic and cruel. Able to devise the most creative tortures, he was one of Axania's most valued assets.

When he had reached the proper distance from the dais, he knelt before her, and reported in his deep timber, "You have summoned me, Majesty? What is your bidding?"

She paused, pensively, before issuing her command, "We have been giving this matter, with the outlander, some serious consideration, and it has occurred to us that the wrong approach has been taken in our efforts to locate him. One must know one's quarry, before the hunt begins," he gave the Empress a puzzled look, but undaunted, she continued, "Tyler fancies himself the heroic type. If We know him --and know him, We do- he will be off trying to do good deeds. 

"Start your search anew, Captain. Seek out bounties being offered, and the adventurers that take them on. This seems to fit his personality. And furthermore, he is obviously in the company of others --he would not have survived this long if it were not the case, so tell your spies to keep an eye out for him with one or more companions.

"You are dismissed, Captain," she concluded with a wave of her hand.

"Thank you Majesty," he replied as he rose to his feet. After backing a respectful distance from the dais, he turn on his heel to carry out the orders of his Empress. 



The Outlander & the Elf Maid Ch. 01



Chapter 1: Finding Belshire

Morning came too quickly, as it always does, and the three companions rose to ready them for the day ahead. 

Tyler snickered as he packed his small kit. The though of how much useless crap he used to pack the night before catching a flight to Chicago, Atlanta, San Francisco, or where ever, to attend some ridiculous comic book or sci-fi convention. He recalled helping the cab driver wrestle three large suitcases into the trunk with his carry-on slung over his shoulder. It suddenly occurred to him how indulgent and impractical his life had been before he came here. He found that he was not only becoming accustomed to this Spartan living, but actually was starting to grow fond of its simplicity.

Carrying an ample supply of everything was not an option for them. They could only bring what could be easily carried, and did not encumber them so much that they could not be ready for action if taken by surprise. As horses trained for war were very expensive, and those for travel were too easily spooked, adventurers always packed light –taking only the bare necessities for daily survival, while traveling on foot. After weapons and armor, there were utility items: flints, hatchets, and knives, for example. Then there was the bedroll, and maybe a change of clothes; and finally some preserved food –dried fruits and meats, nuts, and hard biscuits. Consequently, it was not long before the trio was down in the common hall of the inn to break fast.

They sat quietly at the table, over their salted pork and fried potatoes, before Sola finally interrupted the silence, "I heard tell of a village north of here that is offering a bounty to be rid of a minotaur. It seems the beast has killed a couple hunters, slaughtered livestock, and made off with a young girl. I was thinking of going it alone, but I think it may be too much to handle for just one. Care to join me?"

"A few more coins in the purse is always welcome." Luva replied.

"Sounds like an adventure to me!" the outlander agreed, with a wide grin –more than happy to see that the prurient little trio was no going to be broken up.

"Good. Then we shall head north to Belshire," the orcess concluded.

When their stomachs were full, they left the Spear & Plow behind, and began their journey northward.

After making camp that night by the roadside, they were reminded of the luxurious comfort of a soft feather mattress. The only cushion against the cold, hard ground that night would be their bed rolls, but they could not imagine living the dreary life of a blacksmith or farmer –despite the convenience of a warm soft place to sleep. This was the life each one of them had chosen, and they accepted the hardships as payment for the excitement of adventure.

Earlier that day, Luva brought down a nice fat rabbit with a well-placed arrow, so fresh meat was on the menu with the standard fare of dried fruit and nuts. After eating, they drew straws to decide on a watch rotation, and Tyler lost. He had to stand the midnight watch.

He spent his time stoking the fire, and poking it with a stick. Time passed uneventfully, and he fell asleep quickly after waking Sola, but it only seemed a few minutes before the sunrise roused him from his slumber.

It was almost mid-day when the trio first caught sight of Belshire. 

Luva and Tyler knew that the orcess was going to be somewhat of an impediment to an uneventful arrival in the small farming town, but they had confidence in their companion. She had won them over in short order. As soon as she spoke, it was obvious -to anyone- she was no savage beast. 

They could see the people starting to gather on the edge of town at their approach. The three could noticed them talking and pointing, and the closer they got, the more people gathered. And when their eyes could make out the green hue of the she-orc, the little gathering started to become more and more unsettled.

When the adventurers made it within earshot, they started to make out words. Bandits, raiders, and killers, were among the most common. There were the also hopeful tones of words like heroes, adventurers, and champions, which were also audible, but sounded more like questions than declarations. However, this did not deter the three, as they pressed on toward the crowd –confident and calm.

When they reached the edge of town, within a pike's length of the gathering, the cacophonous babbling that ruled the air was suddenly replace by a dead silence. The tension was thick and uncomfortable, as the crowd parted down the center to allow the travelers to pass. While some altogether avoided eye contact, there were others that stared aghast, as if offended, or in rapt horror at the sight half-orc. In spite of this, Sola walk through the throng with her conspicuous dignity intact. 

It was as if it was an all to common occurrence for her. She knew that her appearance made her the object of fear and ridicule, and she had spent most of her adult life having to win the trust of those she met before she was truly accepted. It was her burden to bear for now, but the she was confident that one day her heroic deeds would eclipse these prejudices, and her fame would precede her -earning her the respect of all she came across. She hoped that there would be a day that she would be greeted with smiles of gratitude rather than the reviled stares that were now cast her way.

All but one man stepped aside to let them pass. He stood at the far end of the crowd, and seemed to be somewhat of an authority figure. Dressed flamboyantly, he carried a horseman's saber on his hip, and wore a wide-brimmed hat adorned with a colorful plume. His clothing was just as colorful, with a deep green doublet that was cut high on his waist, a tight pair of burgundy trews, and black leather riding-boots that came up just above his knees. He certainly stood out amongst the farmers, artisans, and mongers of the village.

The trio halted when they reached him, and he greeted them, "Master Constable Gilford," he said, doffing his well-appointed cover into a sweeping bow that was both formal and dramatic, "at your service." He recovered from the courtesy, and continued, "I certainly hope you are here to attempt to collect on the bounty, and not cause any trouble for the good people of Belshire?"

Although his demeanor was polite, the last statement he made had a definite air of a stern warning.

"Yes, good constable, we are here to take up your quest, and slay this monster," Tyler announced, "and we were hoping for some warm hospitality before undertaking this task," he concluded as he shot an admonishing gaze over the gathering.

A broad grin came across the constables face, "Splendid!" He replied cheerfully, and said, "Then you shall have the hospitality of my home on this fine e'en." He then walked past the three to the center of the crowd, and in a loud voice, announced, "Good folk of Belshire, our heroes have arrived! Three cheers for our champions! Pip-pip..."

"Huzzah!" They returned, then twice more at this prompt, and the hostility that plagued the air was relieved. 

——‡―—

Lina gazed into the eyes of the minotaur. Its fiery stare was intense and forbidding, and it filled her with both excitement and dread.

No one would suspect that this seemingly sweet, young girl, with her golden hair, petite frame, and face of an angel, was the cause of the trouble that terrified the sleepy hamlet of Belshire.

She was the only child of a miller. Her mother had died giving birth to her, and her father never remarried. She was expected to find a nice local boy, wed him, and have him carry on her father's legacy, but this was not her plan –at all. She wanted excitement, adventure, but most of all, she desired power! And quite frankly, the sons of farmers, smiths, and merchants bored her, greatly. Lina wanted a real man, a dangerous man, and a killer. One that could slake the overwhelming lust that did abide within her, and she knew that one of those common boys would never do.

For the past year, Lina had been secretly practicing the Dark Arts –under the tutelage of an old crone that lived deep in the Winding Woods. The aged witch said that she possessed a natural talent, that would be a shame to waste, and soon the people of her village would grovel before her arcane power.

The minotaur was only the beginning. When they all learned that this monster was her doing, and that she had the power to truly protect them, that charlatan, Gilford, would be her servant. The young girl would be rewarded by the Empress Axania for this, and be given the title of First Baroness of Belshire. She would rule over her people, and not that foppish outsider.

The fantasies of her ambition fueled her desire as she reach down to caress the swelling member of the beast before her. Still fondling it, she knelt down and affixed her eyes upon the creatures ever-hardening rod that was growing into impossible proportions. The miller's daughter felt her tight, little honey-pot becoming wetter by the moment, as she observed the monster's reaction her touch. 

Its human-like cock was well over a foot long, and as thick as her wrist when it achieved full erection. 

The creature grunted and huffed as she began to teasingly flick her tongue across the underside of its burgeoning prick. It twitched and throbbed in her hand with every pass, and the fledgling sorceress felt her passions grow because of the sway that she held over this beast. Her magic summoned it; it was hers to command; it was hers to do with as she willed! And right now, it existed to satisfy her carnal cravings.

Lina took its tumescent appendage into her mouth –although it would barely fit. She stroked the shaft with both hands, as she suckled its head, and tasted the first drops of pre-cum wash over her tongue. She increased the intensity of her workings –stroking faster, sucking harder- as to beckon more of the salty liquid from the monster, and reveled in this lecherous act. 

The young girl could wait no longer, and removed herself to get on all fours. She then issued her command, "Pick me up, my pet, so we may pleasure each other."

The minotaur obeyed, and grabbed her by her hips –lifting her off the ground into a standing sixty-nine position. It wrapped it powerful arms about her tiny waist, and pulled her close to its broad chest. She lifted its gigantic cock to her mouth as she felt the monster's thick bovine tongue drag over her sopping slit.

Powerful, salacious sensations coursed recklessly through her as the beast continued to work her twat with lascivious vigor. It was only a few minutes before the first tingles of climax came upon her. They built up slowly, in small waves, but it did not take long for them to grow into torrential swells of passionate release. It pulsated violently, as she was seized with ecstatic spasms, and had to stop sucking the creature's immense pole to wail out the apex of her prurient satisfaction. The sound reverberated off the earthen walls of the chamber, but she had no fear of being heard –as her lair was deep in the forest.

When her first orgasm had released its hold on her, she ordered the monster to put her down.

It turned her over and rested her, supine, upon a table –where she spread her legs wide as to invite the beast into her. 

Lina took hold of its huge prick, and placed it at the opening of her tight little box. She gasped as it pressed firmly against her, and began to open her taut fuck-hole. It was so big! It was stretching her beyond her limits! She reeled in the lewd and unnatural act of copulating with this creature. She felt like a wanton trollop –whose libido knew no bounds. 

The slickness of her juices mingling with the monster's saliva allowed its over-sized member to push deeper inside her. She moaned at the painful pleasure as it continued to penetrate her –violate her. She was only able to take a little more than half of its length before the minotaur's colossal knob jammed against her cervix. She yelped at this, and reached down to fervently rub her swollen clit as it started to pump at her little cunt.

Her calls rose and fell with every thrust of the beast, Although the creature started out slowly, it began to quicken its pace as the tight grip of her hungry pussy began to accommodate the thick girth of its enormous rod. The monster then placed a massive hand on her tummy, as to hold her in place while it began to mercilessly fuck her.

The miller's daughter began to cry out, as once again, a powerful orgasm had crashed into her. This one came on quickly, and more powerful, than the one before. It seem as if a total oblivion of carnal bliss would overtake her, and never let her go. 

"Argh! Argh! Argh!" She called out, as it ferociously worked her wanton gash, and just when she thought that it was going end, the monster lifted her from the table, suspending her high in the air, and began to bring her up and down on his gargantuan cock. Her climax started anew, arresting her petite body, and refused to let it go. 

Lina heard the minotaur begin to bleat and bray, and she knew he would cum very soon.

"Set me down!" She screamed. The little sorceress had to have its cum!

The creature did as it was told, and as soon as she felt her feet touch the ground, she dropped to her knees, and started in sucking and stroking. She felt its loins twitch and throb as the first salty spray of jism shot into her mouth –filling it immediately. The miller's daughter swallowed as much as she could, but the second rocketed forth in great quantity. She gagged as she removed her mouth from its swollen prick. The beast's sticky seed spilled down her chin, coating her small perky breasts, and then dribbled down her flat stomach. The monster continued to call out as a third powerful jet of white liquid covered her face –getting into her hair, and cascading down her already messy chest and abdomen.

She responded by locking her mouth back onto the beast's spraying rod, and attempting to gulp down its fourth and final wave of semen –which also dripped from around the seal of her lips.

The minotaur collapsed to the floor when it was done cumming, and Lina sat there, covered in the monster's cum, rubbing it into her skin, licking it from her hands, and wanting more!

——‡―—

Tyler, Luva, and Sola sat around Gilford's table, feasting on the generous banquet before them. The constable had employed the services of Balfor –the proprietor of the local public house- much to the barman's chagrin. He was a notoriously thrifty man, and did not appreciate having to give his services and goods without an advantageous exchange of coin. Because of his reputation, Gilford loved vexing the man, and secretly took malicious glee in ingratiating the penny-pinching businessman into doing so.

The three found out that he had, indeed, been a cavalryman in the King's army –a captain of his own light-horse company. He served in the War of the Crown against the orc-hoards of Axania. After the King's untimely death, Axania, as his wife, claimed the throne; and in doing so, sparked a war with those loyal to the rightful heir. Although the loyalists lost, and the King's son was now in exile, none had lost hope that someday the bitch-sorceress would be overthrown. 

As a commander of light cavalry, his mission was to sweep up the last pockets of resistance on the battlefield; but since the self-proclaimed empress' forces rarely lost a pitch-battle, his company would seldom see any action. Realizing that defeating her in a stand-up fight was next to impossible, he came up with an idea that nearly turned the tide of the war:

He ended up breaking his command off from the main army, and dividing it into three squadrons. The first would scout enemy encampments, depots, and supply lines; the second would harass them with hit and run tactics, as to gather intelligence on strength and capabilities; and then, the third would perform a decisive raid on the position. This strategy was effective in undermining her army's ability to wage war against them, but it was too little –too late.

After the war, his heart was crushed, and he ended up wandering about aimlessly, and drowning his sorrows in wines, ales, and spirits. However, he had come across Belshire about two years ago, and was hired by the town to rid them of a band of orcs that were raiding the village and surrounding area. He put to use what he devised in the war by scouting their encampment, and gathering information about them, then put together a band of volunteers, and mounting a surprise attack –slaughtering the lot of them. 

Soon after this, he was duly elected to the offices of Con-stable and Magistrate of Belshire. His pay was two-percent of the local gross product in goods and coin –so the better he takes care of the community; the better the community takes care of him. It was an equitable agreement for both sides, and Gilford had truly found a purpose in life, as well as a home.

When the good constable was asked why he had no wife, he laughed. He was a confirmed bachelor with absolutely no interest in matrimony –but that was not to say that he had not seen any amorous action since his arrival. There were two widows in which he was currently involved. 

The first was the widow of a carpenter that he hired to take care of his cottage. She needed the money as her young son, of barely thirteen winters, lacked the experience in his father's legacy to bring in the money they needed. What he did not know about was the woman's voracious appetites, but he soon found out.

The second was the widow of a merchant that owned the only import/export business in town. Her deceased husband's fore-man had taken over running the business for her, in exchange for an equitable share of the profits, so when she was not shopping, she sat around her home filling her time with... whatever. Gilford had been making his rounds on one such a day, and she invited him in for a cup of tea. One thing led to another, and now he makes the periodic -and extended- visits to her home.

Every once and a while, a farmer or merchant would show up on his doorstep, daughter and dowry in hand. He would always politely refuse, and turn them away. But it wasn't until recently, that he allowed himself to be seduced -by the insistent, young daughter of the miller- that things got kind of dicey. She had assured him that she only wanted for him to bed her, but had started talking of mar-riage right after their encounter. When he gently reminded the girl of her words, she lost her composure, started to throw and break things about his cottage, and slammed the door as she flew out in a rage.

This was about five days ago, and she went missing the next day. While the villager's blamed the minotaur for her disappearance, he could not help but think that she had run away because of him. There was no way he could share this with his neighbors, so he play-ed along, with the local sentiment, and offered up the bounty for the monster from his own savings. 

After their stomachs' were full, and the table was cleared, Gilford brought out all of the maps and notes he had made since the creature's first appearance a fortnight ago. 

"Judging by where the monster has been sighted, and where he strikes, I have surmised that his lair us somewhere in the Winding Woods –to our northwest." he stated. "This is why I seriously doubt that he snatched Lina. It does not fit with the pattern.

"I suggest you take these maps with you. I have also made a set of instructions to guide you into the general area of the forest where I think his lair may be." with that, they all decided to retire for the evening, and get some most needed rest. The next day would be long and arduous. The hunt itself would be mind-numbing; it would be the discovering that would be the exciting part –perhaps too exciting.



The Outlander & the Elf Maid Ch. 02



Chapter 2: The Winding Woods

After having a morning meal with the constable, and going over some final details, the three headed northwest out of Belshire --in the direction of the Winding Woods.

They follow the instructions on the map, and by noontime, they had made it to the head of the hunting trail on the edge of the forest. After a brief respite and a snack, the trio pressed onward. The farther they went into the Winding Woods, the more dense the trees and foliage became, and this slowed their progress. Their ears filled with the songs of the teaming wildlife, which was a welcome sound, because each one of them knew that a sudden quiet in the wilderness always preceded danger. The plan was to seek out the monster and take it by surprise. In other words, to be the hunter, and not the prey. But things rarely went according to plan in such matters, so they all were on high alert, hyper vigilant, and completely aware of their surroundings.

Tyler was reminded of all those flicks he had watched about the Vietnam War. Images of the squad out on patrol; the soldier on point -creeping through the jungle in grubby fatigues, with the ace of spades slipped into a helmet- watching out for "Charlie." He snickered at the metaphor running through his minds eye, and immediate-ly caught a frustrated stare from Luva.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Nothin' really," he responded casually. 

"Well, pay attention," she shot back, in an admonishing tone, "Your daydreaming could get us killed!"

He returned a plaintive glance, and brought his thoughts back to the here and now. All was forgiven, and they continued on -deeper into the forbidding forest.

The shadows had started to grow long when they made it to the moss covered boulder -that resembled the face of an old man- Gilford noted on his map. Still following the instructions, they headed northeast off the trail to a southeast flowing stream, and decided to make camp there for the night.

Finding a soft spot of level ground for a campsite, they trampled down the deep grass, and dug a pit for a fire. After gather-ing stones to border the pit, and wood to fuel the flame, they laid out there bedrolls, and sat down to have something to eat. It was then that the dreaded silence they had feared was upon them, and the next noise that they did hear was a rustling in the bushes -not more than ten yards away. They were no longer the hunters.

In a flash, they were to their feet with weapons in hand. Tyler held his sword on the ready, Sola was brandishing her large flanged mace, and Luva had nocked an arrow in her bow. The three stood there in silence, and focused their attention on the source of the noise, but saw nothing at first.

They were just about ready to sit back down when they caught their first glimpse of the minotaur. It was giant, with the broad muscular upper body of a man, and the hind legs and head of a bull.

Luva did not wait. She deftly drew back the arrow to her cheek, and loosed it directly at the creature's heart; but just before it struck home, it deflected off of an unseen force. The trio could not believe what they saw. The elf-maid's shot should have at least mortally wounded the monster --if not outright killing it.

The failing light that crept through the branches reflected off the wickedly sharp horns of the beast as it moved toward them with predatory grace. Then something quite unexpected happened. From behind the minotaur, stepped a young girl that was clad in the vestments of a dark sorceress. She was beautiful, and petite with flow-ing, flaxen blond hair that fell far past her shoulders. A long black linen loincloth hung low on her hips, showing off her thin yet shapely legs. She also wore a small, black bikini top, of the same color and material, that barely covered her small pert tits --which left her taut creamy white midriff exposed. Although tiny compared to her seven-foot companion, she was very alluring, and dangerously sexy.

She held up her hand, and the creature halted its advance.

"Well, my pet, it appears we have company on this fine e'en." her tone was most malicious, but she continued in a more reflective voice, "I had wondered how long it would take that foppish dandy, Gilford, to find a band of fools to rescue the damsel, and slay the beast." the end of her statement dripped with sarcasm. "It took less time than I expected."

It did not take long for them to realize that this was the miller's daughter, Lina, and that she was no victim. It also occurred to them that she was not about to let them leave the Winding Woods alive! 

Tyler moved closer to Sola, and took a defensive posture, as the half-orc did the same. Luva drew another arrow from her quiver, and square her stance to target the sorceress; but this was all for nothing, as Lina simply passed her hand through the air in front of them, and said, "Sleep..."

The word echoed in their ears as if it were spoken in a vast empty hall --as if they heard it on some ethereal plane of existence, and then all went black.

——‡―—

Axania found she was pacing the floor -again.

It was not so much that Tyler was that special to her; it was quite the opposite. How could such a lowly insect of a man elude her so successfully? He was a piss-ant! It was the principle of it: How could she maintain her dignity and authority if he was off gallivanting about her realm? This made her appear weak, and this she would not abide!

The empress flopped down upon her throne, frustrated and anxious. Just then, her captain entered.

He began to make the formal approach to the dais, but her lack of patients got the best of her, "Never mind that nonsense. What news?"

"It appears your instincts serve you well, Majesty," he reported, "One of your apprentices has captured a trio of adventurers. Among them is a man that she found an odd little pouch on --containing strange cards and papers. One of these card had a portrait of the man, and it made me think of those 'aye-dee' things you told me of."

"That is him!" She exclaimed, and a wicked smile crept across her face, "Who was it that found him?"

"Lina of Windingwood, Majesty," the orc replied. 

"Ah, yes, that wanton, little tart." she recalled. "That one shows promise. Remind us to reward her accordingly, captain."

"Yes, Majesty."

There was an extended pause, while the dark sorceress pondered her options, and Grohl waited for his next set of commands.

"Captain, send the young sorceress a message to hold them, and do them no harm; and dispatch a Slaver Company to retrieve them --immediately!"

"Excellent, Majesty," he replied, "It will be done."

He started to back away with the formal retire, and she waved her hand as to tell him to dispense with the etiquette, and said, "Just go, captain..."

He obediently turned on his heal, and rushed out of the throne room.

Finally! The empress thought to herself, it took them long enough, but We shall finally have Our toy.

That sinister grin made its way back to her face --she could, once again, relax. 

——‡——

Luva was the first to awake. Being of a race brought forth from the arcane, she was more resistant to the effects of magic, but was in no way immune. 

When her eyes cleared, she gazed about at her surroundings.

The familiar orange glow of an oil lamp illuminated a small cave-like chamber. She noticed that some attempt had been made to make the room livable. The floors were covered with a thick layer of straw, and a simple wooden table and chair sat along side a chest in the corner.

As she got to her feet to further investigate, she noticed that all three of them had been completely stripped of their equipment, weapons, armor, and clothing. Although captured, they had not been bound --just left helpless and nude, and at the mercy of a fate only the gods could divine.

She saw no sign of their captor, but could hear the minotaur breathing somewhere down the dark passage, that was the only way out of the room. The elf-maid figured there was no reason to tie them up with the hulking beast blocking the exit.

She walked over to the chest, and opened it --empty.

Even though she had no weapons or armor, she had her magic. All of the fae races had it; it was something she was born with, and could not be taken away. Humans called it "Glamour," as it was the mastery of illusion. She could create sounds, odors, blinding light, pitch-black darkness, and images --all with the power of her mind. Pixies, brownies, faeries, dryads, sylkies, sprites, and elves all shared this power. They could also communicate without speaking, and if the concentrated hard enough, they could do this over great distances. Somehow, this ability had been lost on their corrupt goblin, ogre, and orc cousins, but that, she guessed, was for the best. It was only the trolls that had retained this power, but in a very dark, and insidious, form.

Tyler and Sola began rousing from their magic slumber, and Luva rushed to their side. As soon as the fog of sleep started to clear from their heads, the elf broached to subject of planning their escape. But as if the timing could not be worse, Lina strode into the chamber, carrying a smoldering urn. A sweet smelling smoke billowed from the brass container as she set it on the table.

"Oh, I see our guests are up and about," the young sorceress said, in a most obsequious and demeaning manner, "and none too soon, I might add."

"Why did you not kill us when you had the chance?" Luva demanded.

"Come, come, come, little elf," she had not lost the condescending tone, "now that would not be any fun, would it?" Their captor ended what she said by poking her lower lip out in an overly dramatic pout.

This infuriated the elf-maid to no end. But as suddenly as the feeling came on, it started to melt away as she felt her whole body begin to tingle with sensual desire. It was the incense; it was some kind of aphrodisiac, and it was flooding the subterranean chamber with its intoxicating fumes. There was no escaping it -the more they inhaled, the more their modesty and inhibitions melted away.

Tyler watched his captor begin to remove her skimpy black clothing, and his mind filled with images of himself lustily violating every hole that little bitch had. Seeing his longing gaze, Lina perch-ed herself on the table, and opened her legs wide to expose her bald little pussy. She teasingly licked and sucked at the first two fingers of her left hand, and when they were good and wet, she let them wander down to her awaiting slit. He watcher her use those fingers to open her cunt lips, and expose the pink flesh within. And in the glow if the lamp light, he noticed the glistening of clear liquid that seeped from her hungry, little fuck-hole. This drove Tyler to the edge of his sanity --he had to taste it!

The outlander's cock throbbed as he moved toward the young girl. The thought of her silky smooth snatch, and the flavor of her juices on his tongue pushed him to her. And when he made it, he fell to his knees, burying face in her crotch, and ravenously lapping at her salty-sweet box.

The miller's daughter moaned loudly at the sudden assault on her loins, and reveled in the sensation. She grabbed the sides of his head --pushing his mouth even harder against her soaking honey-pot, and he responded with voracity. 

The fae libido is powerful to begin with, and when exacerbated by an aphrodisiac, it is nearly uncontrollable. Consequently, Luva latched on to the she-orc's nipple, and started to nibble and suck as if she would starve without it. She held the rock-hard nub between her teeth, and flicked across it with her oral appendage. Sola moaned as she engulfed the little elf with her strong arms --pulling her closer. 

Both of them began to squirm, pressing against one another. As warm, silken skin touched and brushed, they sank to the floor, and rested themselves on the thick layer of straw. Their bodies inter-twined, as they explored with fingers and tongues, and the duet of their voices rang out softly in a salacious chorus of whimpers and purrs. 

The half-orc's fingers found the tender folds of Luva's already sopping twat, and opened them to seek out her swollen clit. Powerful digits rubbed the elf-maid's engorged button, and she drew in a sharp breath at the she-orc's fondling. Returning the favor, two elven fingers plunged into her love-tunnel, as a small elven palm massaged her mound.

Tyler held the young sorceress' legs wide apart, and greedily licked at her tiny gash, as she felt the first twinges of her impending climax. It could not come on fast enough for her, as she planned to have many this night. At first it churned slowly within her, but suddenly it burned across her small frame like smoldering embers igniting a wildfire. Her body tensed as she tightened her grip on the outlander's head, and shoved his face viciously into her sodden cunt. He responded by releasing his grip on her legs only to wrap an arm around each of her thighs, in a vain attempt to draw her soaking gash closer.

His lecherous reaction to her cruelty intensified her orgasm, and she began to cry out loudly, "Aaaahhhh! Eat it!" The miller's daughter demanded, "Eat it, you dirty bastard!"

By this time, Sola was laying on her back, with Luva straddling her face. The elf-maid instinctively was grinding her hips against the she-orc's lashing, while she too sucked and nibbled at the engorged clit of her companion. The muffled sounds of their voices mingled with the wet smacking noises of their oral inclinations, as they feverishly worked each others' pussies.

It was the little elf that started to cum first. The orcess heard her ecstatic calls, and started to suck wildly on her dewy snatch. Orgasmic spasms seized her body, and she cried out loudly; yet she did not stop eating Sola's delectable honey-pot, as she lapped and suckled through the licentious rush. 

Feeling the little elf squirming in rapturous pleasure atop her, and hearing her stifled calls -combined with the total refusal of the sylvan lass to suspend her prurient endeavors, sent her reeling into a frenzied climax of her own. It overtook every nerve in her voluptuous frame, as she too began to moan and howl at her impassioned bliss.

After Lina's orgasm had subsided, she commanded the lusty outlander, "Now, stand up, and stick your cock in my cunny!"

Tyler responded without delay. He pointed his burgeoning rod at her dripping twat, and ran the tip of it up and down her slit before pushing forcefully plunging it into her slick fuck-hole. Her small frame did not betray what one would imagine about how tight the fledgling sorceress might be, for it engulfed his throbbing cock with a vice-like grip. It took some effort to drive the full length of his shaft into her snug little hole, but her was soon stabbing at her wanton snatch with wild abandon -as she moaned and yelped with every lecherous thrust. 

The other two had just broken apart when the minotaur entered the room. They saw the monster, but they also saw the gargantuan pole that hung half erect between it legs, and beckon the beast to them. It strode over to them with the same predatory grace they had seen before. They knelt before the creature's enormous rod, and Sola was the first to reach out for it -taking it in her hand, stroking it. Luva watched it begin to grow, as she fondled the mammoth orbs below it. When it was fully erect, the overall length and girth drove the orcess mad with lust; so she opened her mouth wide, and took as much of it in as she could.

The young girl's pet huffed and snorted as the she-orc licked and suckled at its massive member, and it let out a long exhale when it felt the tiny elven tongue drag along its balls. 

The elf-maid gingerly worked the minotaur's huge testicles, while she listened to her partner slurp on the monstrous cock with a lascivious hunger. She started to suck on them, and when she had drawn one of them all the way into her mouth, the creature brayed loudly, and bucked its hips.

Sola was greedily stuffing as much of its titanic prick into her mouth as possible, but after she heard the beast call out, she felt its bulbous fuck-knob pummel the back of her throat. She wanted to take it down, but it was just too big; so she ended up gagging on it, and quickly removed herself from it as to catch her breath. After a few coughs, she announced, "By the gods, I want to fuck this thing!"

The orcess repositioned on all fours, and looked back at the monster enticingly. It did not take long for it to catch on, as it knelt behind her, and pointed its throbbing cock at her awaiting gash.

Luva stood transfixed on the spectacle. She watched it take its humongous pole with one hand, and grasp one the of the she-orc's ass cheeks with the other. It used its large thumb to open the fleshy cleft --thereby exposing her the inner folds of her honey-hole for its impending invasion. The monster pressed the head of its cock against her hungry cunt, and it began to open her up as it stretched her tight fuck-hole wider and wider. 

Sola was swimming in the lecherous sensations of pleasure and pain as the beast's colossal member pressed ever deeper inside her. 

Luva was looking on, and watched it slide in. The she-orc could almost take the entire thing, and the elf-maid was amazed.

The minotaur began fucking her mercilessly.

Tyler was trying to hold back, but her felt an unavoidable stirring in his loins. Lina felt the twitching, and saw the look in his eyes, and said, "Go ahead, it won't be the only time you will, tonight. I have made sure of that. Besides, I yearn to taste your seed!"

That was all he could take, so she jumped from the table, and took his tumescent manhood in her mouth just as the first jets of hot cum shot from him. He filled her in scant seconds, she swallowed as much as she could, and let the rest dribbled down her chin.

With his jism dripping from her face, and on to her pert little titties, she simply asked, "Do you want more?"

Overcome by the libidinous concoction that permeated the air, he gave the only answer he could, "Yes!"

The minotaur had lifted Sola from the ground, and had wrapped its muscular arms around her upper body, while it pitilessly rammed her sodden snatch from behind. The orcess bellowed her lecherous glee at the wanton and unnatural act, as her huge boobs bounced from the creature's violent thrusts.

"Oh, be damned you horrid thing," she yelled, "Turn me around, and fuck me!"

The beast obeyed her while she was still impaled on its enormous cock. She felt the monster's throbbing member rotate inside her as it turned her body so they faced each other. Once in position, the powerful she-orc planted her feet on its brawny bovine thighs, as each hand grabbed a horn, and she began to fuck the monster.

Luva continued to watch the lewd action unfold in front of her, as she vigorously rubbed her soaking gash. She saw Sola standing on the minotaur, bounding atop its giant prick; and when the beast began to bleat and bray, she knew that it was about to release its messy load. The thought of the sight of this brought on her climax.

The orcess new the creature was about to cum; and when she felt the first shot of hot semen discharge inside her, she lifted her hips, letting the pearly liquid spill from her cunt, and let the second expulsion coat her tummy and tits. 

The shear amount was incredible! It seeped down her body as a third jet of its gooey batter struck her face and hair. A fourth, and a fifth stream also sprayed from the monster's twitching cock --one a little less impressive than the last. 

The half-orc saw the its enormous erection begin to fail, as its muscles began to slack. She climbed down from the minotaur, setting her feet on the ground, and releasing its horns, just in time to witness the beast collapse to the ground --exhausted and sated.




The Outlander & the Elf Maid Ch. 02



Lina saw this from the other side of the chamber, and informed her captives, "You will get no more from my pet, for he is immune to the effects of the potion --he will be asleep in seconds. Perhaps you will join us over here?" Her question had a sly and knowing aire about it, but it was all the prompting that Luva needed.

The elf-maid quickly crossed the room, where she saw that Tyler's manhood was pulsating, rock-hard, and ready for more action. She placed her hands on the table, and presented her apple-shaped ass to him invitingly --arching her back, and exposing the fleshy folds of her sex.

The outlander immediately took hold of her hips, placed the tip of his burgeoning rod against the soft and sodden pussy lips, and buried his throbbing cock deep inside her taut fuck-hole. She started to cum instantly at his sudden and fierce invasion. He wildly slammed his tumescent shaft in and out of her as she wailed and cried out her apex of pleasure.

Sola and the young sorceress joined them at the table. She watched their captor start to lick the monster's seed first from her nipples, and then mover down her firm muscular frame to her ravaged cunt. The miller's daughter wasted no time in assaulting her gash; as the she-orc rested her bottom on the table, and opened her legs so the petite girl would have no impediments in her oral explorations.

Lina reveled in the flavor of her prisoner's pussy, as it mingled with the seed of her pet. She, once again, felt like a wanton whore, and maybe this time she would find the carnal satisfaction she had been seeking all of her short life.

"Fuck me, Tyler," Luva screamed, "Fuck me hard!"

She bucked spasmodically with every plunge, and the intensity of her orgasm climbed ever higher. Tyler was thrusting the entire length of his cock in and out of her snug fuck-box, as she unabashedly bellowed and bawled, and he could hold back no longer.

The elf-maid felt his hot jism filling her as he moaned and yelped through his climax. She could not believe his tenacity. He continued to pump at her quivering honey-pot until her was totally spent; and as if it were some sort of salacious magic, her orgasm finally abated in sync with his. She wondered if it was vaporous concoction alone that made her react to intensely to his touch; It had to be, she though to herself.

The incense burned through the night, and so did their passions. It was not until a few slivers of sunlight crept into the chamber from somewhere down the passage, that the four of them finally fell asleep --unable to continue the lascivious encounter.



The Outlander & the Elf Maid Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Escape

Grohl rode at the head of the column. He really did not care to travel, but at least this mission got him out of the palace –for a change. Most of the time, the Empress insisted he be at her beckoned call, and not farther from her than shouting distance, but this errand was important enough that he was ordered to lead the expedition. However, it did bother the captain that such time, money, and resources were wasted on retrieving her newest toy. Why did she not just get another one, and leave this one be? What harm was he doing? Sometimes, the Sorceress-Supreme was like a spoiled child, and when she did not get her way...

Although he would never give his opinion voice, because doing so could mean his horrid end, and not something as merciful as a hanging or beheading. Her Majesty had much more creative and painful ways to execute those who displeased her. He remembered one in particular.

It was about three months ago at the court in which all of her vassals gathered to pay their annual duty to the Empress. It was a three-day extravaganza of feasting, entertainment, and activities meant to show off her wealth and influence, as well as to ease the pain of her vassals for having to open up their coffers.

There was one among them, a rather corpulent baron, which had come up short of money the year before, and had promised to make good this year. In the time between, she had found out that the fat nobleman was simply holding out on her; and to make matters worse, he had reported -once again- that he did not have the full duty this year, as well!

Grohl figured he was an extremely foolish and stupid man that deserved his fate.

The Empress ordered the entire courtly gathering of nobles, retainers, and servants to the courtyard. The offending little man was already in attendance when they arrived –stripped of his clothing, and bound to a stake by his head, and only his head. Judging by the unusual manner in which he had been ordered to prepare the baron for execution, the captain had wondered what sort of unspeakable end this miserly aristocrat might suffer. It was not long before he found out.

Standing next to the condemned man, she announced his crimes to the throng, and proceeded with his punishment. Upon summoning her arcane power, the baron began to disintegrate. Starting at the toes, the spell moved arduously slow up his body. It burned white-hot, cauterizing his flesh, and not allowing him to bleed out. This made his death a very protracted event, as he flailed, screamed, and begged for mercy. 

By the time it made it to his heart, he was dead. The Empress allowed the spell to continue eating away at his corpse, until all that was left was his head and hands –which were displayed as the centerpiece at the banquet table later that evening. It was a gruesome display that served as a warning to all that would betray, or even vex their new monarch. It was very effective.

It was the end of the second day of their long march, when the train of four wagons, and some eighty orcs, arrived at the Spear & Plow. They would be in Belshire at sunset the next day, if they were ready to move by sunrise; so he announced to the men that they were to turn in early, and that any drunkenness that night would met with ten lashes. He then ordered camp set across the road from the inn, and went inside to acquire rooms for the officers. 

——‡―—

Her palace has become a dark and lonely place; and in her private chamber, silent and cold, Axania tossed about -unable to sleep.

The dark queen liked the fact that she was feared by those she ruled. She had grown up in a brothel. Her mother was a whore, and she did not know who her father was. Learning from a young age not to trust, to do unto others before they did unto you, and most importantly, she had learned that mercy was the most preventable form of weakness. Kindness was for fools and clergymen, and charity was just giving away ones wealth to those who did not deserve it. 

These, so called, qualities were actually vulnerabilities in her experience. Did her mother's pimp show kindness or mercy when he forcefully took her virginity? She was just at the dawn of her womanhood, when the lecherous viper got her drunk on mead and took what was left of her innocence. A year later she returned the same kindness and mercy, when she drew a dagger across his throat while he slept. 

She had come a long way from that polluted and foul place, and now she was the ultimate power of the realm, but her success had come at a price.

The Empress often considered marriage, but at her station, such things were a commodity, and rarely done out of a romantic connection. Matrimony was a brokerage of power amongst the aristocrats; it was not the solemn and blessed event it was for the common folk. It did not matter anyway. She knew that finding a man she could respect, as an equal, was very unlikely –if not totally impossible.

Giving up on her sentimental and self-pitying thoughts for the evening, she wondered, what would it be tonight? What will ease my loneliness, and slake my desires? Perhaps some variety, she concluded.

The sorceress rose from her bed, donned her night robe, and headed into the antechamber just off her bedroom. It was a secret room. The door was disguised as one of the many mahogany panels that covered the walls of stone, and was behind a large tapestry. She kept many of her most valued possessions in there, and it was most private –Grohl did not even know that it existed. 

Along with some of these valuable properties –one of which was the reason for her absolute arcane power- was a small laboratory. It just had enough of what she needed to bring forth any manner of beings that she might be in the mood for. 

At the snap of her fingers, the lanterns lit the small room, as she moved to the cabinets that contained the components she needed for the particular kind of summoning spell she had in mind. Dumping the ingredients into a stone pestle, and crushing them with a mortar, the dark queen passed her hand over the top, and they began to smolder. Smoke filled the room as she intoned the incantation. The white vapors swirled about, and began to coalesce into two figures.

The first form was obvious. 

Just under five-feet tall, it had the masculine shape of the upper body of a man, and the legs of a goat. It was the embodiment of male carnal lust. Its ovine horns curled downward from its forehead that framed its a face, with sharp features, a long goatee, and piercing eyes –eyes that burned with lecherous intent. The satyr stood proud in the center of the sorceress' chamber, and was more than willing to do the bidding of his new mistress.

The other was a rare breed. Of a race created by an ambitious archmage, the saurians were rarely seen by anyone. They were created to be soldiers; a hybrid of humans and reptiles, they needed little food, water, and were very stalwart. However, this particular saurian was female.

She had the body of a shapely, lean, muscular, and extraordinarily sexy human woman, but that is where the similarities ended. Colorful scales covered her –save for the supple segmented horizontal strips of skin that ran down her front from her neck, over her mound, and continuing to the tip of her long lizard tail. This soft under-belly was a pale tan, and was the only part of her that could not change color. Her face was likewise the amalgamation of human and reptile, with an oval shape, high cheekbones, and a square jaw; however, while her nose started at a human brow, it ended at serpentine nostrils, and her eyes were large and round, with a barely visible white sclera, golden irises, and black vertical slit pupils. 

The satyr's whole expression and manner bristled with its legendary lust, as its thick cock was already rock hard. It grunted and brayed quietly as its hoof pawed at the stone floor –anxious for licentious release.

While the saurian lass's hands rubbed her body pruriently, the sorceress removed her night-robe from her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. The spell Axania had cast not only summoned them to her, it also ensured that they would be ready for bawdy deeds.

The Empress moved to the lounge behind her, and opened her legs, as she beckoned the other two to join her. The satyr moved with libidinous alacrity, while the other strolled casually over –her forked tongue tasting the air with every step. 

It wasn't but moments before the man-goat was perched on the lounge next to her -its nine-inch rod hovered in front of her face expectantly. At the same time, she felt the cool reptilian hands of the saurian rest upon her inner thighs, as it knelt between her legs.

It all happened in unison. She grabbed hold of the satyr's burgeoning prick, and took it into her mouth; as the forked tongue of the saurian opened her moistening pussy-lips, and found her swollen clit. The lizard-woman's forked, oral appendage seemed to wrap around her engorged nub, as it lapped voraciously, and sent little jolts of salacious sensations rippling through her. This caused her to intensify the stroking and sucking of the little beast's huge shaft. 

She could feel it throb inside her mouth, and she tasted its salty pre-cum, as it slowly seeped from its tip. She could feel his hips buck and twitch, with each flick of her tongue, as the reptilian female feasted upon her tender folds.

The satyr began to make animal-like sounds that intoned his pleasure, as the Sorceress-Supreme felt his pulsating fuck-knob bump the opening in the back of her oral cavity. She almost gagged in response, but kept it under control, and when his cock pushed deeply into her mouth again, she responded with relaxed precision –swallowing the impossible length it, and let it penetrate deep down her throat. 

The small creature clenched his buttocks, and brayed loudly, as the Empress suckled and massaged his swollen pole. She felt him on the verge of cumming, and deftly rammed her finger into his tight rectum –sending him over the edge.

She felt the hot cum splash in the back of her throat, and when he partially withdrew, he filled her mouth with his sticky seed –which she immediately, and greedily, swallowed.

The unbridled lust of her actions, coupled with the saurian's forked tongue working her engorged love-button, sent her spiraling into a wild climax of her own. Every muscle in her body locked, as ravenous sensations coursed through her. The satyr's cock muffled her moans and coos of ecstasy, as he continued to spill load after load of his jism down her throat.

Of course, she knew that this was only the beginning of what this prurient little creature had to offer. She was relying on that its legendary, salacious zeal would not fail her this night. She would not be disappointed.

Axania removed its disproportionate rod from her mouth, and purred, first to the serpentine woman that rose from her loins, "You, I must taste," and then to the other, "and you must be inside me!"

It was not but moments before the saurian female was splayed out before her –legs wide, exposing a preternatural pussy that was both inviting and forbidden. The Sorceress-Supreme had positioned herself on all-fours before the other's reptilian snatch, with her ass high in the air, beckoning the satyr to violate her dripping hole; and as she set her tongue to the awaiting twat, she felt the thick member of the lecherous little man-beast, open her taut fuck-hole.

The Empress felt it plunge impossibly, ever-so, deep inside her as she tasted the savory juices of the one before her. She could feel every inch of the creature's throbbing prick as it rammed into her, withdrew, only to viciously thrust back into her sopping depths once again.

She knew that this would be only temporary; she knew this would not last, but she would make the best of it -even though she knew it would leave her empty, and longing for more. 

As she lapped and sucked, she pushed back on the long and thick shaft that invaded her tight passage, and although it was becoming a bit painful, she still relished in it. The flavor of the saurian's honey-hole, and the incessant pounding of the satyr's fat cock made her feel so dirty -so unnatural- that it launched her into another orgasm.

The reptilian female howled and hissed her licentious climax, as she gripped the empress tightly by her hair –grinding her twitching box into the royal mouth. All the while, the goat-man made his final sporadic slams, releasing yet more hot jets of its cum that filled her sodden cunt, and began to drip down her trembling thigh.

Just one more, she thought, just one more, and I might be satisfied.

Deep down, Axania knew she was lying to herself, but this was the only diversion that even had a chance of alleviating the profound loneliness that occupied her life.

The three shifted positions as if they could read each others' minds.

The Empress rolled on to her back, as the saurian straddled above her into a sixty-nine; while the satyr moved in behind the reptilian lass, and aimed his rock hard prick at her eager gash. The saurian let out a salacious hiss, as the little man-beast shoved his thick throbbing shaft into her taut fuck box, and at the same time, the sorceress drug her tongue over the other's pulsating clit. 

In between the lapping of the saurian's dripping pussy, the Empress watched the huge rod plunge in and out –relishing the visage. She licked at the reptilian snatch greedily, and then switch to the satyr's balls. She then decided to give the saurian bitch a surprise. Grabbing the swollen pole as it withdrew, she slipped it out of the ravaged honey-hole, placed it at the tight, puckered opening of the lizard-woman's ass, and watched it slide into her forbidden passage.

She heard the breathy cries of the hybrid-woman, as the satyr's large member pushed deeper inside her anal passage, and went back to the oral workings of saurian's slit.

Axania suddenly felt the forked tongue upon her own gash, and fingers begin to penetrate into both of her holes. 

All three fucked, licked, and sucked at each other until they were sent into one last unforgiving orgasm. Both of the female's hips bucked as they called out, as man-goat brayed and wailed his ecstasy.

The sorceress pulled his cock from the violated asshole of the saurian just as the final streams of his seed spilled onto Axania's chest and face. 

When the lustful act had reached its crescendo, they all collapsed upon the chaise; and the two that had been summoned, dissipated into thin air as seamlessly as they appeared. Once again, Axania was alone, and the restful slumber that she so longed for, remained elusive.

——‡―—

Sola and Tyler stared at their companion, and wondered exactly what she was doing. Obviously, the elf was in some sort of meditative state, but the other two could not figure out what she was up to? Sitting upon the straw-covered floor, nude with her hands folded together, neatly, in her lap, she looked completely at peace. While very curious, they decided not to disturb her.

The answer to their question flitted into the earthen chamber. It glowed a green hue, and they thought it to be a firefly at first, but it was much too large. When it got closer, the two could see it was no insect. It had the form of a young girl on the verge of womanhood, and had wings like a dragonfly coming out of her back.

"It's a pixie," the she-orc whispered to Tyler, "She must have summoned it here."

No more than a few inches tall, the pixie fluttered about Luva's head, and then sped from the room in a straight line.

Another few minutes passed before the elf-maid finally opened her eyes.

"Now is our chance," she announced, matter-of-fact way, as if nothing unusual had occurred, "The beast sleeps, and Lina is away."

"What's going on, Luva?" The outlander asked.

"No time to explain," Her answer was curt, and full of urgency, "We must go now. Follow me!"

She made for the only exit from their prison, and beckoned the other two to follow –quietly.

Sola and Tyler responded to her bidding without hesitation, and it was not more than ten-feet down the passage that they passed the sleeping minotaur. A few feet further, the elf pointed to an opening to her left, and crept through it. The other two followed her into the unknown chamber, and found it dimly lit, but not so dark that they could not see their equipment piled in the far corner. 

A profound sense of relief filled them. Freedom was within their grasp, and this realization gave them hope –a feeling they had thought completely lost. 

The trio hurriedly donned their clothes and armor, strapped on their weapons, and grabbed their packs. It took only a few minutes, but seemed an eternity. They feared the monster could awake at any moment, or that the fledgling sorceress would return and use her foul magic to ensnare them again. But they continued undaunted, until they were ready to go, and followed Luva from the room -further down the dark passage.

Making their way around one last corner, daylight washed over them as they saw the exit to the underground lair, and the same hope became elation.

All three winced against the bright light of day as they broke into the open woodlands, and sought to get their bearings. After their eyes had adjusted, it was not long before they found a well-worn trail; they followed it cautiously -ever on the lookout for their returning captor- until they found their last campsite.

The decision was quickly made to find a more advantageous spot to rest -somewhere where they could watch the trail unseen, formulate a plan to slay the beast, and to capture the girl. Now that they knew the location of the lair, it gave them the advantage to become the hunters, but they also knew that they could not tarry. They had to act quickly, and decisively, before the miller's daughter had a chance to come up with a plan of her own.

After several minutes of discussion, a plan was laid, and the three promptly headed back for the caves where the minotaur slept.



The Outlander & the Elf Maid Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Stand Off



Grohl saw the small hamlet of Belshire come above the horizon. He had grown tired of the sound of wooden wheels grinding against the road, the clip clopping of horses hooves, and metallic clanking of weapons and armor. There was one part of this journey in which he was taking some pleasure, and that was it reminded him of being on campaign –the times when all would tremble at the approach of his horde. 

That old feeling welled up within him as the farming village became larger in the distance. The sheer sense of unbridled power, and the idea that the local populace was at his mercy, occupied his mind, and fueled his passions. This is what he missed the most!

The orc commander playfully entertained the idea of sacking the town -taking what he wanted, burning what remained, and slaughtering its inhabitants. It had been so long since he had indulged this inclination. The relative peace under Axania's rule, combined with the fact that the Captain of the Empress' personal guard just could not join –or start- a raiding band, had made his life dry and boring, but that was just about her change.

The sound of a bell frantically chiming filled Grohl's ears, and a puzzled expression crept across his face. His comrades glanced about at each other with the same look of bewilderment, as they pressed closer and closer to the town.

The slaver company was now near enough Belshire to see that there were people running around in confusion and terror. The captain was about to send a rider forward to let the town's folk that they were just passing through, but stopped at the idea that they could give him an excuse –an excuse to finally get some excitement in his life!

——‡―—

Their bodies were small, but perfectly formed. They both were a little chubby, as halflings tended to be, but still very sexy.

Gilford -and the girls- had managed to find the largest pile of hay in the barn, and throw a large blanket over the top of it. By now, the dome-like pile had become a concaved nest from them rolling about, stripping, and groping one another.

This had not been the constables plan: to abandon his town while an orc-horde approached, and to seek carnal knowledge with these two young lasses of the half-folk, but things like this tended to happen to him anyway. 

He had caught wind of the band of orcs headed their way, and set out to find his former lieutenant, Altrost, and the band of mercenaries his onetime subordinate now led. The constable felt it was time to take a stand in the name of the rightful King. Since the defeat of the loyalists, the bitch Empress has gradually become bolder –sending her monstrous forces out when she wanted to impose her will. Gilford did not know what this current event was about, but he reckoned it was not good, and he had made an oath to his community to serve, and protect the people of Belshire. 

Two days earlier, he had dispatched a courier with a message for Altrost to meet him at this barn in Juniper Hollow, and now he was hoping that the good lieutenant would not arrive too soon.

The two young halfling girls were like little voluptuous bookends with their hourglass figures. Tiny rosy-pink nipples rested in the center of their ample breasts. Gilford ran his hands over the two of them, and he savored the warm feel of their soft and pale skin as they kissed and licked his chest. They made their way down his stomach until they found his manhood –already rock-hard in anticipation of the salacious deeds to come- where they began to run their tongues, in unison, up and down his thick eight-inch shaft. The little duo seemed to almost be fighting over it as each one took a turn engulfing the swollen head with their hungry mouths.

The good constable moaned his pleasure as the two continued to work his rigid cock. He decided to leave the one with the tawny-brown hair, but coaxed the other, with flaxen-blonde hair back up to him. 

She took the hint quickly, and crawled on all fours up to his head –eyes smoldering with lust. She straddled his face, and slowly lowered her moistened little honey-pot onto his mouth. She suddenly twitched at the initial contact of his oral appendage, as licentious sensations jolted her body, and caused hips to erratically spasm. She whimpered and cooed, as the other rose to her feet and hovered her tiny wet gash just above the tip of Gilford's throbbing rod.

He felt the slick-hot dampness of the halfling's taut fuck-hole open up to him, and grip his burgeoning prick. It was so tight that it was almost painful, but still she took more and more of it inside her as she called out loudly. Obviously, it was much larger than she was used to, but that did not daunt her from slaking her desires on his huge pole.

It was painful for her. To begin with, he was large for a human, but he was gargantuan for a halfling. His tumescent manhood stretched her to her limits, and she winced as it continued to invade even deeper inside her. She bucked her hips, stroking his immense rod with her sopping tight pussy, as she wailed; letting it reach the verge of popping out, only to plunge it to her farthest depths.

The blonde one turned completely around –repositioning her self on the constable's face- so she could fondle her friend while she fucked him with wild abandon. She caressed the other's tits, and squeezed the nipples between her fingers, as they bounced teasingly in front of her. Then, resting a hand on her lusty companion's shoulder, she reached down and began to massage the brunette's swollen clit –as her own was being similarly worked by Gilford's tongue.

The wanton and lascivious actions sent the two halflings reeling into blissful climax. Their cries reverberated of the wooden walls, and echoed in the constable's ears. It was then that he felt something quite unusual come from the one that straddled his face. There was a sudden gush of her salty-sweet nectar that came from her craven slit, and coated his mouth and chin. Then the same thing happened with the other halfling that was riding his cock. His crotch was completely drenched.

The two young halfling girls collapsed on his chest -continuing to grope and kiss each other- when their orgasms had finally abated.

In between kisses, the one with the darker hair purred some advice for her friend, "You really must let him put his big thing in you. Mmmmm... Hurts so good!"

They both giggled at this, and began to stir.

The golden-haired one moved onto her back, and opened her legs wide –inviting him to violate her tiny box, "Oh, mister Gilford, please put it in me?" She cooed.

He deftly moved atop her, and positioned the tip of his pulsating rod to open the folds of her dripping cunt. He watched the tip as it pushed past her swollen lips and into the taut grip of her honey-hole.

She grimaced as she opened to him, and felt the impossible length of his shaft slide slowly inside her.

"Oh! Go deeper, mister Gilford, go deeper!" she exclaimed, her words dripping with prurient longing.

He went in until he could go no deeper, and then started with slow gentle thrusts.

The other lowered her abused little pussy onto the blonde ones mouth, and her eyes rolled back as she felt her friend's tongue drag across her sopping slit.

The two moaned and whimpered as they reveled in salacious abandon. The constable watched the two small women –his cock appeared gigantic as it slid in and out of the blonde's tight and tiny snatch, while the brunette proceeded to grind her wanton gash over the face of her friend.

Gilford then took the darker-haired one's nipple into his mouth, and began to suckle upon it. As her moans grew louder, he quickened his pace on the other until, she too, was crying out, "Ah, yes! Fuck it, mister Gilford, Fuck it hard!" she yelled.

The golden haired one's fingers wandered down to her clit, and started to rub at it feverishly, "By the gods," she yelped, "I'm cumming! I'M CUMMMMIIIINNNNGGG!"

The other, spurred on by her friend's enthusiasm, was pushed over the edge rapture, and began to call out her ecstasy.

He felt the blonde spasm and buck underneath him as he continued to pound her tiny box unrelentingly, and likewise felt the onset of his orgasm –he had reached the point of no return. Feeling just about to let loose, he pulled his burgeoning member from the halfling; and without warning, the other had taken it into her mouth.

She was sucking and stroking him furiously when the first jet of his hot seed filled her mouth, and she swallowed heartily only to have it filled again by a second and third sticky load. It ran down her chin, and splattered on her friend's tummy. 

Gilford collapsed backward, and the two followed. They both spent the next couple minutes sucking at his sated rod trying to milk every last drop of cum out of it. 

Finally, they were all lying together –exhausted. Gilford was between the two -their small bodies snuggled up against him- as he reached over, and pulled the large blanket over the three of them. 

Sleep came quickly.

——‡―—

Terrin was thirteen years old, trim, and fast. More than anything he wanted to be a cavalryman –just like the good constable. One might call it hero worship. That is why Balfor, as captain of the Belshire militia, made him their official drummer-boy, but today he was messenger-boy. 

He was a good distance ahead of the horde –running as fast as he could. He figured he had picked a good spot for his post. It had maximum line-of-sight, good cover, and several escape routes. He had paid close attention to the tales that Master Gilford told about all the raids he had performed during the war. The Young boy made sure that he could slip unseen from his hiding place, and get far ahead of the enemy before returning to the road.

Calculated in his head as he ran, Terrin figured that by the time he got back and raised the alarm, they would have a good half-hour to prepare. He did good, by his own reckoning, and both Gilford and Balfor are going to be proud –but enough of that. He had to keep the details of his observations in mind. Intelligence, Gilford called it; so he kept repeating in his mind, About seventy men-at-arms, ten to twelve support personnel, five officers on horseback, four wagons (two covered, and two with iron cages), carrying the colors of the Empress, and moving at a league an hour.

Gilford had said you needed a good memory to be a raider. It was best not to right things down, lest the enemy gets hold of it, and then they know what you know. 

Up ahead, he could see Belshire, and he launched into a sprint. In a few minutes, he would be at the public house reporting to his captain. When he finally made it, he was winded.

"Relax, son, and breath," Balfor advised him. The boy took a hand full of deep breaths, relayed the information he had gathered, and waited for his next orders.

The twenty-four other men of the militia had been on standby, lounging around the public house, since the early morning, and the men had already started to move by the time their captain bellowed his first order of the day, "Suit up men, and sort out your kits. The potential for gratuitous violence is imminent."

As far as volunteer militias go, the Belshire boys were pretty well trained. The town had two hardened veterans: Gilford was an expert on covert warfare, reconnaissance, and deception; Balfor was an infantryman -he could drill his men to fight as a unit, and train them to fight one-on-one; but then they also had Garris. –he was not a veteran soldier, but he was an excellent hunter, and tracker. He could put an arrow up a squirrel's ass, one hundred yards out, and not draw blood; or you could blindfold him, take to the middle of nowhere with nothing but a loincloth and a razor-strap, and find him on your porch -the next morning- with a pint and a mutton-joint –so Balfor was wont to say. Besides that, the corpulent pub owner was a brilliant tactician. He was quite the intellectual, able to think several moves ahead, and no one was able to beat him in games of strategy. It almost seemed as if the perfect combination of people had come to reside in Belshire.

"Terrin," his captain announced, "Go out and tell as many folk as you can find that when they hear the bells chime to start running about the village –willy-nilly."

His order might have seemed odd to most, but the drummer knew that Master Balfor had been making a plan for the arrival of their most unwelcome guests.

"Yes, sir," the lad replied, and turned formally on his heel to dutifully carry out his new orders.  

The young man set about his duties, and spread the word throughout town to every person he came across. He got some strange looks from various folk as he made his way, but would give a brief explanation, and move along.

——‡―—

When Grohl led his men to the edge of Belshire, the main road was devoid of any life through the length of the village –save for one figure. A portly man, clad in a chainmail shirt, brigandine greaves, a sword at his hip, and a twelve foot pike in his hand.

"Hold there!" the lone man-at-arms commanded, "This road is closed to all traffic by the authority of Magistrate Gilford."

The orc commander gave the signal for the column to come to a halt, and then invoked his own authority, "I am Captain General Grohl, an agent of Her Majesty –the Empress Axania, I command you to step aside upon pain of death," he replied. 

Both of them knew to choose their words carefully –it was a matter of common-law, and it could end in triumph, tragedy, or stalemate simply by the words spoken in this moment.

"Forgive me, Captain Grohl," Balfor replied, "I have no intent to impugn your office, station, nor your service, good sir, but Belshire recognizes no such sovereignty. I pray you, please move around our town, find another way, and there will be no quarrel."

"Your recognition of the Empress Axania's sovereignty matters not," the orc commander countered, "You are bound by law to stand down; and if you do not, I shall be within my rights to seize this ground by force of arms."

Balfor simply raised his right hand, and from behind, from out of windows, and from the top of buildings, the Belshire militia appeared –bows in hand, and arrows ready to be drawn. 

Grohl immediately realized they were deployed perfectly. While he greatly out numbered them, he and his men were in crossfire with no cover, and no hope of escape. He reckoned that he would lose half his force before they could retreat from the field of fire, and regroup for an attack. He also realized that this man could not be bluffed. Maybe it was the look in the man's eyes, or the fact that the man used environment and personnel to their greatest potential –all the while, catching him off guard. 

No, this man cannot be bluffed, Grohl affirmed to himself. 

Balfor had been no expert at deception; his strength was the stand-up battle, but he had learned some things from Gilford about deceiving the enemy and misdirecting their attention. That is what he did with the orders he gave Terrin: he wanted this orc to think that they were unprepared, in disarray and panic, so that the horde's approach would be overconfident; this gave them the element of surprise, and buy the town some much needed time. He knew that he could not hold them off forever. Although for mow, the horde would most likely stand down, and set their encampment out of range of Belshire's longbows. 

The one thing that he did not count on was that Grohl –the Empress' attack-dog- was leading this expedition. It brought an unforeseen dynamic into play, and gave rise to more questions. Something was afoot here he could not figure, and this made the portly militia captain -and public house proprietor- very nervous. He would need to set up a face-to-face negotiation with the orc captain as soon as possible. Not so much to reach a resolution, but to gather information. Balfor was smart enough put together the pieces he would gather, and moreover, he could get answers from the pieces that were missing. He believed that, sometimes, what is not there could give even more revealing answers –when compared to what is already in place. 

Grohl turned to the captain of the slaver company, and gave his orders, "Move your column five hundred yards back down the road, and set up camp," then he turned to Balfor, "Have your men stand down, and we shall discuss terms."

Good, Balfor thought. He was behaving in just the way he expected, and this gave him the edge. He nodded in agreement, gave the signal for his men to back off as the slaver company wheeled about, and began their egress from the skirts of Belshire.

"Captain-General Grohl, let us retire to more comfortable surroundings," he offer, "and let us find peaceful resolution. Bloodshed here is avoidable."