Taken by the orc an m f.., p.1
Taken by the Orc: An M/F Dark Fantasy Erotica, page 1
Taken by the Orc
Ella Brooks
Copyright © 2024 Ella Brooks
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Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
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Chapter One
"Let's get a move on, elf." said the orc warrior, the massive green brute pushing me along the corridor. I could feel something jagged and sharp poking into my back, no doubt a weapon of some sort the orc was armed with just in case I tried to flee or fight. There was no reason to do so. There was no fleeing or fighting that I or any of my people could do now. The orc invasion had been swift, terrible and bloody, and it had ended in our defeat and utter subjugation.
The city of Laranōr, once the jewel of our once great kingdom, was now burning. The men were being slaughtered in the streets, their best case being enslaved. The women were being hauled off, sold or given to high-ranking orcs in the great army for whatever sick pleasures they wished to take out upon them.
This was my fate. Before the siege, before the war, I was a handmaiden for the Queen herself. It was my duty to protect her, cherish her, and provide for her every whim. If she wanted her morning coffee, I brewed her some. If she wanted a cake from the kitchens, I fetched one for her. It was in these little ways, and so much more, that I showed my loyalty to the kingdom I had been born into.
That was all gone.
The many corridors of the palace had been trashed, looted, and desecrated. My country, once full of life and people living as close as they could to the natural harmony desired by our ancient laws, was now little more than a smoking ruin. In the middle of the night we were attacked, overwhelmed in our peaceful beds by an army many times the size of ours, and who fought with a savagery that no other race I knew could hope to muster.
As the orc behind me guided me, we eventually came to a very large bedroom in the palace itself. The orcs had taken over everything, and many of them were sleeping in what had been the servant's quarters. This bedroom was quite lavish, fit for royalty. There was a small sunken tub filled with water, and a fire crackling in the fireplace that offered the room a small amount of warmth.
My eyes were drawn to the massive orc in the center of the room however, his skin mottled red and dark green. He wore a wide chestplate and an expensive looking cloak, though unlike the other warriors that I had seen, there was very little gold or bronze ornaments anywhere upon it. No. This was someone important. Someone in charge.
"Captain Thul'Gar, your prisoner has arrived." announced the orc guard behind me, his stance one of obedience towards his commanding officer.
The massive red orc looked in our direction, and my blood ran cold. A single, horrific scar ran from his forehead down through his right eye, and down his face to his jaw line. He was far larger than any orc I had ever seen, and the rippling muscles across his form showed that this was not an officer who spent all his time behind a desk, no matter how richly appointed.
"Leave," he said, his voice dark and menacing. He had a rasp to his growl, likely caused by years of barking out orders as he crushed, slaughtered, and maimed whoever got in his way. He wasn't the kind of brute that used intimidation. No, he was pure strength.
The guard did not waste a moment, and before long, I stood before the huge creature. I kept my eyes low, only looking at him for fleeting moments.
With slow, methodical steps, the red giant moved towards me. His hands could easily wrap around my face, and with his strength, crush the life from me before I even knew what had happened. Yet, if that was his wish, he could have killed me already. This monster held an economy of motion; every move was deliberate, purposeful, and hinted at some uncontrolled violence within that lay barely restrained.
Standing before me, he suddenly took a deep whiff of my hair. His hot breath was intense, smelling of the battlefield and an unknown scent I couldn't quite place. I couldn't describe it, but something about it caused my core to ache.
"Strip."
The orc said only one word. It wasn't a request, nor a demand. It was an order.
"No." I said, finally managing to stutter out a reply. My eyes didn't dare meet his, though I could still feel his hot breath on me.
There was a momentary pause, a tense quietude which held within it the first beat of true fear I had felt so far. It lasted only a heartbeat or two.
He reached up with one large, calloused hand, his dark green palm covered in countless tiny scars from blades both ancient and recent. I could not place the orc's age at all, but huge ones like this were known to live to prodigious ages, a mark of their longevity usually granted by being ruthless in their conquest, and careful of their actions. They rarely grew complacent, unlike us.
His massive hand wrapped around my throat, and with a frighteningly casual motion, the brute pushed me directly into a nearby wall. He lifted me up by my neck, my feet kicking out a little as I struggled against him. My hands, dainty and small in comparison, attempted to pull his fingers free.
"I will break you, elf." growled the warrior, the deep rumble to his voice intimidating me far more than any other threat could. With his other hand, he grasped my tunic and wrenched it away, the cloth easily tearing from my body. He had completely stripped away my dignity in a matter of seconds, as easily as tearing apart a leaf.
My fair skin was now on display, as were my petite breasts, my firm stomach, and most embarrassingly, my shaven sex. Handmaidens were a status symbol for royalty, and we took great care in our grooming regimen. As Thul'Gar's eyes wandered across my body, I felt a slight wetness growing in my loins, one which made my core ache far more intensely. I had never been naked like this, and to be handled like property was creating a confusing amount of heat within me.
"Please..." I struggled to say, my voice cracked as he held my throat. His grip was firm, and his gaze intense, those yellow eyes cutting through me as his thick, protruding tusks made his face seem all the more fierce.
"Your kingdom is gone, little elf." rumbled Thul'Gar, staring into me with his piercing yellow eyes. "You will serve me until you are no longer able. Do you understand?"
I wanted to plead with him. To bargain. Bargaining was against my race's nature, we were pacifistic by our core and had always desired an equilibrium of the world, but desperation is the best contender to one's basic principles. I had nothing to offer him, nothing to trade. I could only stare back, as Thul'Gar searched my eyes for submission.
"I... will not... serve you." I said, every single word hard won. It took every fiber of willpower and defiance I possessed, as well as an indomitable spirit that ran within me from birth, to utter those words, and yet, my heart thundered in my chest in fear as he stared down at me.
I expected anger. I expected him to tear me in two. I thought that this was the end of Althea, the Queen's Handmaiden. Instead, Thul'Gar did the one I did not expect.
He smiled.
Chapter Two
Thul’Gar continued to hold me, his grip not letting up. Slowly, deliberately, his free hand ran across my petite, almost flawless body. From the top of my fair, naked shoulder, his fingertip traced gently down across my arm. I felt him glide his hand along the curve of my back and move down the valley of my spine until finally, the orc’s hand rested on my bottom.
Leaning down, I could feel his breath brush against the back of my ear, a powerful rumble sounding from within his chest. The vibrations flowed through his body and onto mine, our bare bodies almost touching.
“I like your fire, elf. I will enjoy fucking it out of you.”
I let out a gasp. Not of shock or outrage, no, but because of his grip on my throat tightened at his last sentence.
I could feel the heat of his groin pushing against me. My eyes couldn’t see his member, but his cock pressed against the bottom of my soft stomach and was undoubtedly much larger than any human or male elf member. It pulsed hot and thick with lust, a beast not to be underestimated.
Suddenly, the orc dropped me, releasing his grip. I dropped to the floor, gasping and barely able to breathe. Thul’Gar scoffed as I shakily tried to stand and pull the pieces of my torn tunic together. The cold ground hit me, but the icy, stone floor was quickly forgotten. His hand grasped me, hard, under my chin and held me mere inches from his face.
“You will stay naked, elf.” growled the orc, his voice coarse, the accent foreign. I didn’t know it, but there was a fire inside it that I could understand, and perhaps, feel.
“I… I don’t want other people to see me like this…” I gasped, holding my eyes firmly closed. I could still smell Thul'Gar's heavy scent, the tang of iron and ash clinging to him like the earth clung to rain, and something else, something which tugged at my very loins and caused a tremble of anticipation to run down my spine.
When my eyes opened, I could see Thul’Gar was still staring at me. His yellow eyes were large and fierce, like burning coals. He was observing me, deciding
“Get up.” ordered the orc warrior, reaching out for my wrist.
His powerful grip easily encircled my slender, delicate wrists and without pause, he yanked me upright. As I stood on shaky legs, trying to balance myself, the red brute pulled me over to a nearby window. The tower we were in was high enough to see the entire city below.
“Take a good look at your precious city, elf.”
The order given, the orc stood back. I could see he was smiling, and I found myself watching him more often than not. His features were certainly… more interesting than the chaos that lay below us.
As I looked out, I could see the bodies of slain Elven warriors. Orcs were in the streets, burning, looting and enjoying their “spoils.” The moaning and chaos rising from the fallen city hurt my ears, but it was the smell of smoke and iron which choked and nauseated me. Laranōr was a smoldering ruin.
It took every bit of strength to fight back a sob.
“You need to stop thinking that you are a person. You are not. You are cattle. A toy to me.” The red orc stared at me, his eyes mocking my helpless state. “When I order you to stay naked, you do not get to fight back.”
I could hardly look at him, my eyes on the burning city still. My beautiful city, full of life and beauty. Now just ashes and rubble. The screams, smoke, and despairing shouts were reaching even my height, and every sound filled me with anguish.
Eventually my eyes wandered, and a scene in the street caused me to gasp. Two orcs had a maiden between them, their cocks pumping viciously, carelessly. In front and back. Even as far away as I was, I could hear the rhythmic slapping of their meaty hips hitting the helpless woman, pounding her, taking what they wanted and destroying all that she had ever been.
And she was smiling the whole time. Her features twisted into a lewd grin, eyes wide open and her tongue lolling. There wasn't an inch of her which wasn't stained or covered with orc-jizz, the hulking, green brutish beings rutting her relentlessly.
I continued to watch, unable to take my eyes away as the scene played out before me.
Suddenly, I felt heat between my drenched sex. Thul’Gar had moved close, and his massive hand was sliding against my belly. I went to look at him, but his other hand quickly moved my chin back to the woman being fucked.
“Watch. See how she moans? How she enjoys them?”
The heat moved lower, his fingertips touching my mound gently. I was mortified at how good the orc made me feel. He leaned into me, whispering in my ear again.
“She knows her place, elf. She knows she is just a hole for their cocks.”
As he spoke, his hand slipped down into my dripping pussy. I bit my lip as my inner walls stretched and parted, allowing his fat finger into my core.
“My name… my name is Althea…” I said through gasps as his finger explored my inner walls. I could barely stand. My legs trembled at the feel of his thick digit probing deeper inside me.
“Wrong.” growled Thulgar, his voice causing a sudden thrill in my belly. I was dripping. Never had my body been so hot, or so wet. “You have no name. You will answer to me, and to me only.”
Before I could protest, Thul’gar inserted another finger into my tender pussy. I groaned and bucked back, wanting it deeper inside me. The invasion into my private spot felt incredible. I felt a little pain, but the pleasure quickly overrode all the senses in my mind, leaving room for nothing else.
As he probed his digits deep inside me, the warrior could feel the tight walls of my core.
“You are drenched, girl.”
I gasped a sigh, my body betraying my innermost secret, one which would have gotten me exiled from my own race. My sex was yearning, hungry, and a pool of liquid arousal was dripping down my thighs and soaking his hands and the carpet under me.
The elf woman in the street was still being fucked, and for a moment our eyes met. I watched her face, her mindless grins and her quivering, exposed breasts jiggling with every thrust into her tender, helpless body. In the streets around the orc men, dozens of female elves were being pounded, sodomized, and treated less than animals by the massive warriors.
Thul’Gar had not stopped moving his fingers, and each digit went as deep into my body as possible. It was maddening, the intensity making me see stars in my eyes as the red orc touched, invaded, and claimed me, not to mention his hot, muscular body pressed against me, his intense musk enveloping my senses and driving me utterly mad.
A lustful fire was growing in my chest, burning me up, causing all thoughts of reason and escape to be vaporized like water dropped on a bed of hot coals. Every passing moment made me weaker, my defenses faltering. It took only a few more touches from Thul'Gar to overwhelm my very spirit.
Like a dam breaking, I shuddered and my body became alight in ecstasy, my hips moving involuntarily back and forth to fully indulge in the overwhelming, crashing waves of an orgasm. I had masturbated plenty of times before, but my dainty fingers could never get deep enough.
I turned to look at Thul’Gar, my voice a whimper as the orgasm drained away what was left of my strength. I didn’t speak, couldn't, as moans escaped me. A trembling smile cracked across my face and I continued to shake, unable to control my own body.
Pulling his fingers free from my soaked sex, Thul'Gar grabbed my shoulder with his other hand, and pushed me down to my knees. His eyes betrayed any kindness, and I could see his massive length under the leather of his pants, pressing hard to be free, his scent driving me to the heights of wanton madness and desperation.
"Hungry?"
Chapter Three
I didn't say a word, my eyes locked on the pulsing bulge right in front of me. In spite of the carnage of a city burning just outside, my thoughts were all a mess. Everything inside me was boiling over. I felt humiliated, scared, ashamed, but my heart was still beating so hard I could barely breathe. The heat between my legs had no stopped either, my orgasm only serving to make it grow more and more desperate.
Thul'Gar's massive hand grasped the back of my head, and he easily pulled me against him. My face, nose and mouth were soon rubbing his clothed bulge.
"Breathe deep, girl. Smell my scent and realize this is who you are." rumbled the orc, the deep, rough growl that resonated from the powerful brute making me bite my lip. My instincts screamed, no howled, inside. Every fiber inside me was alive, and as his hot scent filled my senses, I didn't fight. I couldn't.
My hands slid up his legs as I felt the pulse of his orc cock, my fingers slowly caressing and searching him until eventually, they rested on a hard knot, tied tight around his groin. Looking up at him, I slowly gave it a tug and the cord easily gave way.
Pushing back the folds of his trousers, Thul'Gar's naked, dark green manhood greeted me, the pulsing monster twitching eagerly as the full, almost nauseating smell of the orc's masculinity flooded my senses. Thick beads of precum formed on his swollen crown, the fluid oozing down his throbbing, footlong member, the sheer size and thickness sending a spark of panic through me.
I wanted, needed, to taste his cum. My body yearned, and slowly, I moved my tongue up the side of his massive girth. My delicate, thin lips wrapped themselves around his engorged member, the pulsing head forcing my mouth to open further and further. I was driven now, wild with desire. Any rational part of my brain was long gone. All that existed now was me, and his monstrous orc shaft.
My hands curled, one against his thighs and the other under his firm, bulbous balls. I squeezed and rubbed the sack while suckling the fat head of his cock. He let out a low grunt, and I couldn't help but to bob up and down his length a little, taking a tiny bit more of him each time. The taste, smell and feeling of the orc warrior was incredibly overwhelming, his throbbing, powerful meat all but blacking out my ability to think about anything other than servicing him.
"Greedy little elf." murmured the orc in a husky voice. He took hold of the back of my head and shoved, pushing himself deeper. I tried not to gag, but soon my airway was completely full. It hurt, and he cared little for that. "Your kind is all the same. On your knees the moment you taste the glory of orc cock."
