I crushed branches alike bushes that stood in my way as another volley of arrows whistled me by.
I swiftly avoided the missiles but even to my best efforts I managed to get hit on my right upper arm.
The arrowhead scraped across the thickened skin creating a light laceration.
I grinned as I had felt pain for the first time, it was more like a little nip and nothing that made me slow down.
In seconds I reached an earth mound which the group of armored ladies stood on, elven females with lanky bodies.
They staggered at my sudden appearance and all reached for their swords readying for close combat.
Seeing that they were women I felt an urge in me hinder my bloodlust and I thought better of killing them; at least to give them a chance.
"Do not unsheathe your swords, you'll all die where you stand." In a commanding tone I spoke as holding my axe, ready too be swung.
Though I had spoken so assertively a pearly white wood elf had little care for her own life.
Throwing the bow in hand aside she drew her sword and went to attack me, shouting something in an odd language.
I had little interest in playing games with long eared girls who're simply too dumb to see her own predicament.
Raising my axe before she had a chance to block I'd extended my arm and sliced her in half, blood gushed everywhere as a heavy "tack" sound was heard, (twice) her innards and guts hitting the undergrowth in a heavy fashion.
After pitying the loss of a breeder I thought better of it and realized it served as a good reminder to the elves that would ever dare oppose me, they'd end up like her.
One of the elves caught my attention as she cast herself against the grass by my feet, growling at the ground as she tried to force back what had returned from the morning.
She puked and made a horrid sound, I felt her pain but still cared very little; they attacked me in the first place. If death wasn't something they can handle, why tempt fate by attacking someone?
But as I cast a second glance at the girl, her hood slipped and a glimmering few locks of hair showed, pristine and majestic even as she spat out the bitter taste lingering in her mouth.
Her golden garb and bejeweled dress was different from the rest, they were all in the same outfit and wearing armor, but her's was unique and seemed fitted to her body.
"Once again. . . ! If anyone moves in a manner that your friend there did, you die. It is as simple as that-" I spoke heatedly and my message got across to them.
They stopped moving, all except for the one at my feet.
With a curious mind I kneeled and gripped her cheeks rather forcibly, her smell innocent and pure and her eyes had a frightened glare. She hated me yet feared me too much to dare fight back.
"I'll be having her for supper tonight." I thought cheekily and moved closer to the rest.
"Now, let's make this clear... If any of you were to run away I'll kill someone at random, best not be stupid and let your comrades die simply because you value your own life over another's."
"Now, follow me. It's an order-" I said as I gripped the girl by my feet, dragging her by the neck through the cleared way I'd created as I ran towards them.
Leading them out to the path where my kin were standing in awe at what I'd managed to find, I observed that they'd fixed the wagon and put most of the stuff back on it.
"Drop your swords." A few seconds later all of their weapons were placed at their feet.
Their powerful bows were next and after that the quivers, defenseless and wearing only elven clothing, fabric that gave little protection but kept one looking dapper.
The weapons were loaded onto the wagon as the prisoners were all tied up by rope, except for the one very special girl.
She was put over my shoulder as she wasn't like the rest.
By no means could she be a simple soldier, the others looked at me killing their comrade with a sorrowful look, as if she'd been too hasty. Sure they seemed somewhat sad but that doesn't mean they acted like a civilian.
But this one, the fairy on my shoulders wasn't like them.
Dainty with no muscle mass at all, she could barley handle herself if I were to release her.
Whatever the case is with her I'll surely find out in one way or another.
For the rest of the day we marched and made camp just as it was getting dark, a clearing in the expansive plains covered us from winds as we found a river nearby where we restocked on water.
Not before long after my tent had been rebuilt I lead all of the elves except for one into my tent and told them to undress fully.
With slight pushback easily curved I inspected them with quite a deviant look to me, but once the last garments had been removed I left them in the hollow space with only their thoughts to drive them mad with ideas as to what would happen.
I left them to simmer for half an hour until I returned with the last elf, she was carefully put in the center of the room and I purposely put my rough hands on her smooth skin, her pale skin quite the contrast to mine that is dark and grotty.
I undressed her into just her undergarments as her friends were made to watch in displeasure.
I placed her in my lap and caressed the delicate body stroking along the well defined smooth edges.
All as I were glancing at the others. "Tell me who this elf is, and why she's special?"
I could feel a sense of worry as some forcibly bit their tongues to keep quiet.
Not a single one of them made a noise as they kept their heads high, seeming unwilling to speak but wanting to keep a sense of pride.
"If you won't speak," I chuckled and tugged at the panties. "I'll just have to make her into nothing more than a plaything, or if she's so useless that you won't even tell me her name, makes me wonder if she's even something worth keeping alive?"
I placed my hands on her bare stomach and slowly began lowering my fingers, guiding them just above the crotch where I cautiously put my fingertips down, that little act of mine broke one of the soldiers who stood up, her breasts swinging with her anger showing in the clear combative moves.
"Don't touch the princess, you beast! Get your stinky hands off her! You're not worthy-" I could only chuckle which forced the soldier to realize what had happened, staring with a nonchalant look at the girl who'd dared to speak up.
"And? What will you do if I was to continue, now knowing she's a princes? Why would I ever want to stop, an orc breeding with a high born. That'll be quite the sight, for your eyes that is? Won't it."
The elf on my lap trembled and I felt her body squirm as she was held back by my one hand, keeping her in place as the others watched me.
I let out a fake sigh and pushed the princess off my lap.
"... If you ladies were to please me and worship my body as best you can. I'll spare her's from the fate you'll receive." My grin showed clearly.
"You'll keep her safe by offering your bodies to satisfy my lust."
They were clearly opposing my offer but some deeper loyalty made them accept the offer.
The elves all stood up and lead the princess away into the corner, she watched at the others took seats around me, being in the center where my flat bed was present.
Naked as I always were in my tent I felt more than ready to impregnate each and everyone of these immaculate female specimens.
So lithe but healthy, petite whilst tall and womanly, they'd all make good mothers.
The first one to come forth was the female that had dared to speak up.
If not for her own decision I'd picked her myself as I wanted to make her know that the reason she was squatted over my cock was her devotion to royalty.
The price for loyalty, her own body.
The female elves had likely never seen anything quite like my size, they all had a worried look but a blush seemed evident on all their cheeks.
As if unable to move their eyes from my center.
Whilst naked all could see how physically fit my divine self is and how much of a man I am down there, which I imagine makes most women feel a sense of want-
Slowly they began to caress my body as the elf squatted above my cock, both her small feet were put onto my upper thighs.
With the tip pushed along her slit the elf was quick to painfully jolt up, letting a soft moan out as she took a deep breathe, panting rather sweetly.
Surprisingly her vulva wasn't dry at all, not sure if the damp heat was recently made by her mind getting aroused, or if it was something else pushing her to drip this badly?
"ANnn- No way that will fit inside me... O-ouch, it's simply too big. . . ?" She cried as her hips rolled as if trying to press her body down, failing without the right angle or correct amount of force.
The woman simply didn't have the heart to push past the pain.
A less troubled elf stood up with her friend, both agreeing to help.
"Bare with it sister, this is for the princess- Let us guide your body..."
She was unable to take it in alone but with the help of the two elven friends it successfully penetrated past the tight labia.
"OUUuuuu- ow- Ow, ok' okay. . . !" Fighting her own frustration to continue she clenched her jaw and fell further.
"Hhh- Ah'nnn, ye- yes... *Moan* I feel it, stretching... So wide~" Her toes curled and voice stopped as she went silent, she shuddered right as I could tell she'd gone an inch deeper on me as her expression was hilarious.
Yelping as her toned stomach flexed and sank in, over and over as she went down the length of the shaft, steadied by those who helped her along the ride.
Her firm mammaries moved at each thump with her hips striking down like thunder, the energy was otherworldly.
Whilst they were busy I noticed warm sensations build as tongue lapped various areas on my body, licking and tasting my flesh as their thin tongues lapped my chest, soon directly on the sumptuous breasts, kissing and swallowing my natural aroma, it didn't take long til two of them were suckling on my stark nipples; expecting something to rush out.
Their small mouths, the tight grip of the lips suckling like babes.
The rush of emotions had me expel a lusty gust of warm air.
Most peculiar was one female who had taken a deeper liking to my feet, her tongue going in-between the creases of the toes as she sucked in the big one as if it was a smaller cock, big enough to gag on it, evidently she did so whilst gazing up past the legs of her friend, her eyes at times going back up into her skull.
On seeing this it forced my cock to throb even harder within the elf that had her pussy tightly hugged around me, she wasn't as happy about that as she convulsed and almost lost her footing, kept afloat as those two others elves were still helping her out, held in their embrace guided on my penis to make me reach an orgasm.
These elves were quite competent lovers, working in groups might be a new theme for us when breeding.
I shuddered and smirked as they all kept the heat going, each one were by now slowly getting aroused, eager moaning without me doing much of anything.
Each took care of one spot on my body as they watched with a daze at the woman in the middle, riding me as best she could.
"Nnnngh... ha! Ah!" she moans, gritting her teeth. "Mmm- Ooohhh..."
Having learnt to take my shaft as well as enjoy herself, able to take me without much hassle and doing so without help.
"There, ease it in girl- Who's a good little elf slut?"
Unashamed in the moment as the pleasure clouded her thinking. "Ih ahm a hood lel shluht!"
* * *
Anyone with elvish blood will heal any wound at a faster rate.
Their affinity with earthly magic and the natural formed pool of mana within their core is proof of ones ancestry, a bloodline that runs deep.
This healing ability is what restores tissue, mana rushing to hinder further damage.
Elves are a sober people that have little lust and seek no comfort in indulging sexual cravings.
They seek only one that they live out a life with, rarely do they ever change partners.
Be it that they live in a pure land and the fact through their long lives they're told throughout the dangers of carnality, to be like an animal that seeks only to mate, to breed and reproduce.
Elves aren't simple minded like that.
It is wholly shunned to be lustful.
Few manage to escape the life and lead normal lives outside the forests safety, but outside it's protection is another jungle.
Elvish women are famed for their beauty, living such long lives; one could end up as a family heirloom. A woman that heals, eats nothing but greens and has affinity with magic.
Someone that never will loosen after how many rides you take her on.
Elven women are most desiredable to a despicable human with endless greed.
An elf slave that never ages, one that spreads it legs for the pleasure of rich, lustful bastards.
Some however, who never see that life of utter suffering, living with the partner of their choosing in the lands of humans, they soon regret leaving the forest to enter the jungle of man.
As their partner will die before them and the young children that'll age much more slowly will be leered on with wanton greed.
It isn't easy being desired in a world like that.
Even I, in this moment as the ramblings of this lithe, fair skinned tots, gutting herself on my rod.
I feel like I never want to let this one go, as with the rest I feel the same emotions.
How disgraceful, that humans and orcs have the same lust.
We desire the same beautiful women.
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Truly, it'd seem as if these virgins had been starved to death.
Such a upbeat bunch of bunnies, ever so cock hungry.
Eager to take what little I have.
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I hadn't until now seen it in action, the stench of orcs which is given off constantly is rather abusive on all humanoid creatures.
It's very persuasive, the more that gets inhaled by say a human, (now elf) The more they take it in, the softer their minds go and it works better the closer and more exposed to it one is.
It almost has a sort of numbing effect.
A musky pheromone.
Making one not as opposed or repulsed by a sexually devious act that is certain to happen when close to a naked orc, even so a strong mind will not be as easily tarnished or tainted by simple stench, but some like the women who'd began to worship me in the most repulsive ways, they were clearly affected beyond escape . . .