You decide to get some sleep, and rapidly drift off after your hard day.
Hours later, you awake to find a hand over your mouth. The elven guard is lying on top of you, stripped naked, his eyes blazing with passion.
“I’d kill to have that noble bitch,” he hisses in your ear. “She treats me like dirt, but they’d hang me if I just tied her up and gave her the fucking she deserves. But I can still have your fat human ass, and I’ll always know I had it before she did!”
You kick and struggle until he pins you down. My ass isn’t fat, you think to yourself, dazed, but realise it is in comparison to the slender elf woman.
You struggle more as he sticks his cock into you, but it’s useless. The way he rapes you seems practiced, and you wonder at the truth behind human girls seduced by fae elves. As he fucks you hard, you feel your own pleasure rising. Finaly, you can’t resist any more, and shiver in orgasm. He grins.
“I knew it! All human women are sluts! You rut like animals.” With those words, she shoots his seed into you.
As he lies, panting on top of you, the night outside is suddenly rent by furious yells and gleeful howls. The elf’s eyes widen and he grabs his sword, hurrying out. You lie still for a moment, wondering what’s happening. Then, an orcish axe tears through your tent, and you realise: the warlord has come to make good on his threat, and they’ve attacked the camp while the guard had abandoned his watch to have you.
The guard is dead already. A heavy fist tears your chain loose from the stake, and you are pushed into the centre of a circle of leering, jeering orcs, falling to your knees beside your mistress. The orc warlord grins down at the pair of you, his mouth distorted by fangs and tusks. |