We arrived at the Fenryika Horde's capital after a long, grueling carriage ride of two and a half days.
The road seemed endless as I watched Dura relentlessly use Bula's holes for her pleasure, wringing out thick, creamy loads of potent smelling semen hour after hour, all while she watched me with a smirk.
Inside the carriage, the stench of her cum permeated the air, and I felt suffocated by her scent, my pussy aching fiercely as it desired to experience the same pleasure that Bula did, even as the woman remained unconscious for the eight hour straight, her lips parted and stained with semen as Dura lifted and dropped Bula onto her cock.
The pink Orc had long since adapted to the insatiable Dura, however she still had a limit, and that was the thirty eight hours straight of sex.
When we arrived at the capital, Dura finally gave Bula a rest, leaving the woman passed out in a puddle of semen inside the carriage, ordering a few guards to get her out and clean her up before sending her to her room.
"Follow me, little Elf. Oh, and my offer to give you a sex slave remains; I can smell the lust on your body, Elf. If you ever change your mind, let me know. And if you ever want to become mine, just find me at night; I'll dominate your everything..."
I shuddered at that, the large green skinned Orc grinning at me with a lecherous gleam in her amber eyes as she gestured for me to follow her.
The castle that we had arrived at was well constructed, its multiple towers and thick walls forming a perfect defensive position, while the interiors were still warm and welcoming enough to be used as a home.
Each stone was cut perfectly for the castle, and the flooring was cut from dark oak trees, insulating the castle well, especially when covered with the various furs.
Taking me towards the large hall that resided in the middle of the castle, Dura opened the giant double doors and led me into the heart of the Fenryika Horde, her expression serious.
Inside, the light from hundreds of candles illuminated the vast table that was laden with fruits, meats, and wines, while soft music played from the corners, musicians strumming the strings of their instruments with covered eyes.
Across from us, an Orc even larger than Dura lounged on a throne made from gold coated bones, her lips pulled into a tight grin over her scarred features.
A large burn seared the left side of her face, and various piercings and tattoos covered the rest of her available flesh.
Sitting in the smaller thrones beside her were three women; another Orc - this one pink skinned - a bulky, bored looking Bearkin, and lastly a dainty, afraid Human, her frilly dress at odds with the more wild and physical women beside her.
"Well well well~! If it isn't my youngest brat! Finally decide that the castle is your home as well, Dura?"
The Overlords' voice was deep and grating, like knives against stone, and she grinned at Dura as she approached, only to frown as Dura instead bowed to the pink skinned Orc.
"Mama, I'm back."
The Overlord frowned, only to sigh and wave her hand as she saw her wife beaming at Dura, getting up with some trouble.
Her right leg seemed lame, and she used a cane to walk over to Dura, a wide smile on her face.
"Oh, my baby girl! Mama missed you terribly so! Please, Dura, come back more often, alright? I know you and Batul-"
Glaring back at the Overlord, the pink skinned Orc withstood the heavy glare sent her way before continue on.
"Don't always see eye to eye, but this is your home, baby! Alright? Remember that."
Grabbing her mothers hand, Dura nodded as she smiled softly at her, before helping her back to her throne.
"Aunt Pola, Aunt Snow. Hope you're doing well?"
The Overlord's frown deepened, and she huffed as she glanced at the other two women, who nodded back to Dura.
"Well enough, brat. Been boring with you gone; Batul spends more time fucking us then letting us do our own thing. Not complaining too much about that though..."
"I-I've b-been g-g-g-good, D-Dura! A little t-t-t-tired, but w-well enough! M-Missed you..."
The Bearkin spoke first, her soft pale brown fur gleaming in the light as she smirked at Dura, while the Human stuttered afterwards, her cheeks flushed as she trailed off, seemingly embarrassed.
Finally, Dura took a deep breath and said "I'm back."
"Oh fuck off, brat! No title, no respect! That ain't how I raised you! C'mon now..."
Getting up, the Overlord towered over Dura and glared down at her, before sighing as she clapped her daughters shoulder a few times.
"Whatever... Now, who's this? Another slave?"
The Overlord stared at me, walking forwards and pinning me under her dark crimson stare, her stature dwarfing me more than an adults did to a child.
Each of the other women all looked at me as well, curiosity in their eyes.
"No, not a slave. My War Maiden going forwards; General Gwyneth of the Oak."
Scoffing, the Overlord grabbed my chin and turned my face, inspecting me as she said "Really? How'd you snag this one? Oh, let me guess. Kidnapped her and raped her?"
"No again. Damn, you must be old. Kilkreatha put her in prison, she escaped, and I caught wind of her being in Gradrador. Went there and... coerced her into taking the position."
"U-Um... D-D-Dura, c-coercion is b-bad..!"
Chuckling softly, Dura looked towards the human with gentle eyes as she said "I know... Sorry, Aunt Snow. It's just... she's done a lot of bad as well, so it evens out, right?"
I grew more confused as I watched Dura shift her personality so many times, all while my heart pounded in my chest as the Overlord stood in front of me, inspecting me carefully.
"Well, not bad then. Finally decided to abide by tradition and fill the vacant spot. Good. Those old heads get their rocks off on tradition, but they're good to have around. Now, let her rest a bit; knowing you, you probably shocked the poor little Elf dozens of times as you brought her over. Let her rest, then tell her what she's going to be doing... See you again soon, little Elf. Pola, get your ass over here; really? What was that earlier?"
Turning, the Overlord left me alone as she glared at the Bearkin, who smirked at her.
Dura approached me, bowing to her mother before dragging me away, just in time for me to hear the Bearkin moaning loudly as she was bent over the feasting table.
"W-What..? What was that?!"
Chuckling, the War Chief glanced down at me and said "My family. Tell me, when you see them, what did you think? Were the first words in your mind 'bloodthirsty monsters'? Or 'uncivilized'? Maybe 'lesser creatures'?"
Biting my cheek, I shook my head as she stared at me, chuckling again as she said "Thought so. That's what the Horde isn't. We aren't a bunch of stupid, base instinct murderers and rapists like you Elves love to believe. We're much like you. Maybe a bit more honest and upfront, but in the end, we're the same. Civilized people wanting to live another day peacefully. You were the ones to take that from us first. Now, we're just taking it back."
Opening another door, Dura gestured to the opulent room inside, the velvet cushions and pristine furs softening the hardwood, while the furniture and light fixtures were coated in gold.
"This is my... room. Your bedroom is on the right; go wash up and rest for a bit. Tonight, I'll introduce you to the troops under my direct command; they'll be yours going forwards. You're a general in my army now, Elf. My army that is going to take back what we lost so long ago, and taking more for the suffering you levied against us. Don't expect tonight to be easy. If you fail, you die. So... prepare."
Pushing me inside, Dura left me alone, and I shuddered as I made my way to the room.
I sat down on the large, soft bed and began to think, unknowing that this moment would be where I began to shift my everything around.
My ideals... changed.
My desires... grew.
I began to look through my memories, picking at old wounds and horrific events, going over them once more as I wondered just what Dura was talking about, only to realize that the atrocities I saw committed...
Were committed by both sides; some of the Elves butchered the Orcs in brutal ways, resulting in the next group of Orcs to butcher us Elves in horrendous fashion.
I sat there and thought over everything I knew for hours, until night fell.
When I left my new chambers, I had unknowingly been 'reborn' into someone else; someone the Elves would eventually fear and hate as much as they did Dura.