Smothering Affection.

	Regis woke slowly, his consciousness returning by degrees. The first thing he noticed was the cold, a dank chill that had seeped into his aching bones. He was lying in mud, sprawled out in a graceless tangle of limbs far removed from any natural sleeping posture. When the elf tried to rise, his limbs crumpled underneath him, all strength gone, and he dropped back into the grey mud.
	Even sullied by the filthy substance, Regis was obviously a sterling example of his species. Tall, with smooth limbs and delicate extremities, he looked more akin to royal balls than languishing in thick mud. Indeed, Regis remembered, he had been returning from one such event when he had been attacked, clubbed across the head by an unseen assailant and dragged away to this repugnant cave. Furious at the indignity he had suffered, Regis tried to rise again and was again pitched back down into the mud by his treasonous limbs.
	“It's poison,” a deep voice rumbled through the cave, the owner strolling out so Regis could see them. The orc – obviously female by the sheer size of the curves she was endowed with – was naked, as all orcs tended to be, and that fact made Regis realised that he too had been stripped bare. “Don't worry,” the orc's tusked face was split by a wide grin, “It won't kill you.”
	Regis looked his captor up and down, distaste twisting his mouth into a sneer. Every inch of the orc's frame was wrapped in a layer of fat, heavy breasts dangling from her chest above a well rounded stomach and wide hips. Even through the thick layer of fat, Regis could see powerful muscles flexing and clenching with her every movement, sign enough that she could break him apart with her bare hands, if she so chose to do so.
	“If you're the one who poisoned me, I demand the antidote!” the elf snarled, “Release me this instant, and you will live,” the bluff sounded hollow even to his own shapely ears.
	“There's no need to be rude,” the orc laughed, squatting down so she was level with Regis. Though she was far broader than the elf, they were of roughly equal height. “I'm Ursula, what's your name?”
	“How dare you talk to me like an equal?” Regis spat, dearly wishing for the strength to fight. Unarmed and unarmoured, he stood little chance against the muscular orc, but he refused to just lie down and die.
	“Huh, fine then,” Ursula shrugged, her heavy breasts rising and falling with the motion, “Suit yourself Princess, I only rescued you after all.”
	“Rescued?” Regis' eyes narrowed into suspicious slits, “What trickery is this?”
	“Those other orcs wanted to eat you. Boil you alive, probably,” Ursula leaned closer, her grey-skinned face inches from Regis' tanned visage, “I never liked watching that, so I managed to sneak you out. You'd be dead if it wasn't for me.”
	“Do you expect thanks?” Regis asked, glaring at Ursula with venomous eyes. Her breasts brushed against him as she shifted position, tempting the elf to look down at them, “Or are you holding me for ransom?”
	“Ransom?” Ursula raised an eyebrow in surprise, “What would I get for you?”
	“I am a wealthy man, orc,” Regis sneered, “I'd wager you could get quite a lot for my safe return.”
	“What about a kiss?” the orc replied, smiling lasciviously at Regis, “A kiss for the brave knight who rescued you?”
	“I would never...” Regis spluttered, shuddering at the suggestion, “I would rather kiss your backside than sully my lips with your tusked maw!”
	Far from looking offended, as Regis had expected, Ursula's grin grew wider. “That could be arranged,” she growled, standing up so that Regis was left staring at her thick thighs, “I heard elves were supposed to be arrogant, but you're something else. Maybe someone needs to teach you a lesson.”
	“Do your worst, orc, I'm not afraid of you!” Regis sneered. Ursula merely laughed in response, wandering back into the cave to search through a worn wooden chest.
	“Well Princess,” she replied eventually, taking something from the chest, “Maybe you should be.”

	When Ursula returned, Regis was puzzled by the object she was wielding. It was carved from some dark wood, varnished to a dull gleam, and rounded at one end. Long and thick, Regis realised that it looked somewhat like a...
	“What is this devilry?” he asked, glaring at the wooden phallus and trying to move his paralysed limbs. They seemed a little stronger now, but far from the rigours of escape.
	“I'm going to teach you some manners,” Ursula grinned, spitting on the phallus and slamming the flat end into the sticky mud. It stood perfectly upright, gleaming ominously in the dimly lit cave. “You want to be proud? Stand up straight!” the orc laughed, grabbing a handful of Regis' long white hair and hauling him upright. Lips pressed into a firm line from the pain, Regis could feel his limbs struggling to support his weight.
	When the orc released him, Regis felt his legs buckle and give way beneath him. He dropped into a clumsy squat, the rounded tip of the phallus brushing against his anus. When he tried to move, to shuffle away, Regis could barely move his legs and only felt then weaken further. Any escape attempt would only cause him to collapse, spearing himself on the wooden penis, but remaining where he was could only end the same way. His only hope was to hold out as long as possible, in hope that the orc would grow tired of her game.
	A muffled grunt escaped Regis' lips as his legs trembled from the strain of holding his body upright. The pain was enormous, every muscle burning with exertion, and it only grew worse as time went on. Ursula was watching him with keen eyes, tapping her foot patiently as she waited for the elf's body to give out.
	Gasping with pain, Regis' legs slipped a little wider as his strength failed him. The phallus was pressing against his entrance now, threatening penetration with every second. Sweat was dripping from Regis' body, any effort to hide his suffering abandoned as he panted and groaned. He could feel himself stretching, growing more dilated as the blunt tip of the wooden penis pressed into him with every slip of his legs.
	Finally, his agony reached a peak and Regis knew that he could hold out no longer. Even if he could have resisted the pain screaming through his legs, he simply had no more strength to keep himself upright. With that realisation, he felt his legs give way, folding beneath him as he collapsed. A helpless yell of pain escaped the elf as his anus was forced open, stretching to accommodate the phallus. Even moistened with the orc's saliva, it felt brutally rough as it pounded into him.
	Ursula laughed out loud as Regis gasped, writhing on the ground with the phallus buried deep in his backside. Though he had tried to hide himself with his hands, she had seen the elf's penis twitch furiously at the moment of penetration, growing erect at the unfamiliar sensation. In time, perhaps, he might even grow to enjoy the feeling of being taken from behind – she had heard that about elves.
	“Well well, feeling a little more humble now Princess?” she jeered. Regis was unable to answer, too busy moaning and flopping in the mud to focus on anything. Sighing, Ursula grabbed the elf and pulled him upright, forcing him to kneel. “Ready to make good on your promise?” she asked, turning around and pointing to her wide, fleshy backside, “Or do I have to find something bigger to stick in you?”
	Meekly, with only the barest of token struggles, Regis let Ursula push his face against her buttocks. He kissed her tentatively, lips trembling as they brushed against the dirty flesh of her backside. The thick, salty taste of sweat began to creep into his mouth as he kissed the orc's unwashed body again and again, lavishing attention on the warm globes of flesh. Pain had rendered him submissive, while the threat of even worse pain had left him eager to please.
	As he accepted his fate Regis' anus started to relax slightly, easing up around the invading member and lessening the pain. The phallus moved slightly with the slight rocking motion of his hips as Regis kissed and licked Ursula's buttocks, teasing him with unexpected pleasure as it rubbed against his sensitive prostate. Soon the elf's penis was standing erect, the pleasure shaming him to the core.
	“Now lick this,” Ursula gasped, her breathing heavy as she pushed her backside against Regis' face, thrusting her anus at his mouth. The smell of several weeks worth of sweat mingled with the scent of her arousal to form a potent concoction, invading Regis' nose as he began to lick the puckered orifice. Just as the smell of sweat was stronger, the taste seemed more intense as well, the saltiness not quite covering up another, more bitter taste that Regis didn't want to think too hard about.
	The elf's cheeks burned with shame as his tongue flicked out, circling the orc's anus and teasing the flexing ring of muscle. Spreading her buttocks with both hands so that his face could press deeper into him. A new smell assailed Regis as the orc spread her anus wider, foul and yet somehow rich, reminding the elf of a peat bog. Even as he grew more disgusted, Regis felt his penis twitch furiously, his anus clenching around the wooden phallus. Worse still, he realised that the orc was no longer holding his head in place. He had been licking and tasting her out of his own desire, not from any coercion.
	As if sensing his hesitation, Ursula seized Regis' head and pushed it back against her backside. Sickened, but unable to stop himself, Regis flicked his tongue out and started to probe her anus with it. The ring of muscle seemed to throb as he pushed his tongue into the lusty orc, his teasing forcing her to groan with shameless pleasure. Her groans turned into gasps as his tongue pushed deeper inside her, the taste of her insides foul and yet somehow compelling. 
	“That's it,” Ursula groaned, squirming as pressed her soft buttocks against Regis' face, straining to take his nimble tongue deeper inside her. “Keep going, don't stop,” her fingers stroked Regis' hair as he licked her faster, what was once a forceful grip turning into a lover's caress. Her other hand was dancing across her sex, fingers circling her swollen clit in search of further pleasures.
	“That's-” the orc began, her words dissolving into a rough grunt as she climaxed, the muscled walls of her rear entrance clenching around Regis' tongue in a series of shuddering spasms. Panting, Ursula lifted her fingers from her sodden sex and flicked them vigorously, shaking drops of her nectar out onto the cave floor. Sighing with satisfaction, she pulled Regis' face away from her backside and let him flop back to the floor, his tongue still hanging out as he tried to regain his composure. “That's a good start,” Ursula growled, pushing Regis over onto his back.

	Moving to straddle Regis' face, Ursula lowered her hips until her bulk was pressing the willowy elf down into the mud. Though she was fat and soft to the touch, the elf could feel hard muscle lurking beneath the surface. She let herself drop, buttocks jiggling as they pressed down on Regis' face, smothering him beneath the ample flesh. She was facing his feet, sex thrust against Regis' mouth while her anus was pushed up against his nose.
	Struggling to breath beneath the weight of the orc's body, Regis let his tongue flick out across her slit and taste her juices. Ursula wiggled her hips, a low moan escaping her as the captive elf licked the nectar from her sex. She leaned forwards, heavy breasts pressing against Regis' lower body as she stroked his cock, rubbing the erect member. Her other hand snaked out, grabbing the base of the phallus and pulling it out of Regis' backside. Hair - long and black, with countless knot and tangles – tickled his crotch as Ursula's head moved down towards his cock. This close, he could feel her hot breath against the sensitive flesh of his manhood.
	The elf gasped and groaned beneath the plump mass of her backside as Ursula thrust the wooden penis in and out of his anus, the ring quite loose by now. Pushing it deeper inside him, she felt his cock throb in her tight grip as she teased his prostate, precum leaking from the tip of his penis in a steady stream. Ursula licked the fluid up, her rough tongue caressing the head as she savoured the taste.
	Still glowing from her first orgasm, it didn't take long before Ursula's second orgasm began to build, given life by the eager attention of Regis' tongue against her clit. Pressing her ass harder against the elf's face, Ursula licked her lips and swallowed his cock, taking his length deep into her throat as she continued to thrust the wooden phallus deep inside him.
	Pressure began to build in the Regis' testicles as his orgasm approached, an aching fullness that cried out for release. The constant pressure against his prostate only intensified the feeling, forcing more and more precum from the tip of his penis and into Ursula's hungry mouth. Clasping his eyes shut and panting with the sensation of an intense tingling – so great that it bordered on pain – creeping up the length of his penis. Soon every inch of his manhood, from the base of the shaft to the tip, was throbbing with the need to orgasm.
	The warm caress of Ursula's tongue against the sensitive head of his penis pushed him over the edge, hot seed shooting out into the orc's waiting mouth in several powerful spasms. He cried out, powerless to stop his voice as Ursula kept pushing the wooden penis into him, each thrust drawing his orgasm out and amplifying the already overwhelming pleasure. His anus clenched around the invading toy, tightening and relaxing with the rhythm of his orgasm.
	When Regis recovered, a salty taste on his tongue told him that Ursula had climaxed as well, her juices flooding out to fill his mouth with their strong flavour. Fresh air rushed into his lungs as the orc stood up, stretching her powerful thighs to work out any cramp. Sitting down next to the elf, she swept him up into her arms like a child, pressing him to her ample chest. Her breasts were soft, almost like pillows, and Regis felt his eyes drift shut as he nuzzled against her, all thoughts of shame or disgrace banished by the powerful orgasm.
	A sudden emptiness struck Regis as Ursula reached down to slide the phallus free, throwing it aside with a careless flick of the wrist. His limbs felt stronger now, the elf realised as he felt his arms move, fingers tensing and flexing. Strong enough to escape, perhaps... if only he felt like escaping. The idea of running from the cave, stark naked and vulnerable, seemed absurd, especially compared with the prospect of falling asleep in Ursula's warm embrace.
	He could always escape in the morning, Regis thought to himself as he began to slide into a deep sleep. He felt safe resting here, encased within Ursula's strong arms. After all, she had rescued him in the first place. Comforted by that thought, a sleepy smile spread across Regis' face as he let consciousness slip away completely.