The sun was almost gone by the time Markoz led Brigitte back to his camp. The princess's cheeks began to color again as she saw a crowd gathering to welcome the chief back: she had just begun getting used to being naked in the presence of the two orcs, and now an entire village was going to see her! Still, she couldn't lose her courage now, so Brigitte lifted her chin and tried to look every part the princess as she was paraded into the orc's camp.
Markoz clicked his teeth against his tusks and gestured for a passing slave to approach. "Start building a bonfire." He then looked out to his assembled tribe and gave them a big grin. "We're having an initiation tonight!"
The tribe erupted into a deafening cheer. The sound shook Brigitte to her bones and made her doubt her plan even more than being taken by the chieftain had. What does he mean by initiation? She wasn't sure, but she definitely didn't like the way all the orcs in the tribe were leering at her. It's normal, she tried to reassure herself, they would look that way towards any naked woman. They've probably never seen a noble with such soft and fair skin before!
To her relief, she was quickly handed over to a group of women and ushered into a crude hut. Brigitte was glad to be away from the rest of the tribe, though the level of excitement and anticipation from the tribe left her unsettled. "What does the initiation consist of?" She asked the lone orc woman who seemed to be the leader of the four women accompanying her.
"You'll soon find out," she replied, "better that you don't know." She led Brigitte over to a large tub of water. "Climb in, we need to get you cleaned off before we can start preparing you."
A bath does sound lovely, she conceded, I don't think I've ever been quite so dirty in my life. She suppressed a giggle at the double meaning. I'm getting quite silly. I must be more distressed then I thought. Brigitte decided to focus on the matter at hand, but as she climbed into the tub she yelped loudly. It was freezing! Of course they wouldn't have heated water, this isn't Megdis! She chided herself.
"Colder than you're used to?" The orc woman asked her with a sneer. "Not surprising. Human women have such low tolerance for the elements. It's no wonder you never last long here." The orc woman paused as she brushed Brigitte's skin. "Skin this soft must mean you were a Lady. How'd you end up here?"
"I'm hoping to enlist Markoz's assistance in the ongoing war between Zentara and Sandora." When she saw the look of puzzlement on the ladies' faces she continued. "You must not have heard. The orcs in Zentara and Heste have gone to war with Sandora and Thesta. Since Markoz is the enemy of Zentara, I want to conclude an alliance with him."
"You'll have a hard time getting a word in edgewise when your mouth is stuffed full of cock." One of the ladies answered as she wiped the sweat and dirt from Brigitte's body.
Brigitte suppressed a flinch at the crude description. "Be that as it may, I have him interested already. There is great treasure and many captives to be had, after all." When the women finished cleaning her she was helped out of the tub and guided over to a small altar covered in vials and jars. "I can assure you I'm strong enough to handle whatever they have in store for me. I would really rather know what the initiation is instead of going in blind."
The woman in charge unstopped a bottle and brought it to Brigitte's lips. "Drink this."
"What is it?"
"It will make the initiation go easier. Drink!"
Brigitte reluctantly opened her mouth and took a sip from the bottle. It was mostly sweet but with a strange, tangy aftertaste. "How is it going to help?"
The other two woman dipped their hands into a jar of ointment and began spreading it over the princess' body. She gave a little gasp as their soft hands stroked up and down her arms, and her small hairs began to stand on end as a jolt went through her body. A shiver raced down her spine as they moved around to her back, and she couldn't help but give another gasp.
The lead orc woman gave her a wicked grin and brought the bottle to Brigitte's lips again. As the princess took another drink, the woman explained, "First, you will be presented to the tribe. Then, our Chief will assert his claim on you."
Brigitte took another sip, but almost spit it out as another wave of pleasure coursed through her from the slaves' ministrations. Her whole body was getting hot, and she could feel arousal growing inside her. Each touch of the women's fingers across her body felt like a sensual lover's caress, making her shiver and moan in delight. What's happening to me?
"You know how he'll do that, right?" The leader whispered in her ear: even the soft tickle of her breath was enough to make Brigitte quiver. "He's going to fuck you in the middle of the camp, with the whole tribe watching. He's going to claim your pussy as his, your womb as his."
"Ah!" Brigitte cried out at the thought of being so publically fucked by the powerful orc. Her nipples were already hard and throbbing, and made too tempting a target for the women preparing her. They began to smear the ointment over her breasts, especially around her areolas and nipples. Her nubs were squeezed and plucked as they coated them in the greasy liquid from the jar.
Brigitte closed her eyes, her mind reeling under the assault. While she had explored her own body before, it had been nothing like this. Even the pleasure she had begun to feel earlier that day couldn't compare. The ointment was making every nerve on her body come alive, and every touch was like the most intimate of caresses. "W-what are you rubbing on me?"
"We're just getting you ready for what comes next." The lead woman snickered. "After he claims you, you'll be marked as a slave of the Clan. That will actually seem a welcome respite though." The woman dipped her fingers into the ointment and then pressed them between Brigitte's legs. "You'll want to gather your strength for the last part."
"Ooooooh! W-what happens last?" Brigitte asked breathlessly. The princess couldn't stop herself from pushing her hips forward into the woman's fingers. She eagerly worked her lower body against the hand, humping it wantonly as her already sensitive pussy lips soaked up the arousing ointment.
As one slave smeared the ointment over Brigitte's ass, even going so far as to push a finger inside her tight rosebud, the lead woman circled her finger around the princess' clit at a wicked, torturously slow pace. "As the property of the Clan, you'll be turned over and taken by the Clan. Not in your sex of course; that belongs to the chief. But every orc willing to wait in line is going to take a turn with your pretty mouth and round ass!" She laughed softly. "You like the thought of that, don't you?"
"Yesssss!" Brigitte squealed. She did like the thought of it. She knew she shouldn't, but being prepared for the initiation ceremony was driving her mad. Brigitte wanted it to start, wanted something, anything to quench the fires burning inside of her.
"Well, you'll get your wish. Here, drink again. Finish it." She handed the bottle to Brigitte, who promptly drained all the intoxicating liquid inside. "Good girl. You're ready now, let's get you outside."
Brigitte's whole body tingled as she was led out of the hut. It seemed like the entire tribe had gathered to see her. Her face flushed, though not with shame. Certainly, somewhere in the back of her mind a realization of her shame and vulnerability tried to overpower the drug-fueled lust. But the last vestiges of her royal upbringing had long since been stripped away, unleashing a ravenous succubus.
The orc men eyed her lustfully as she was paraded through them toward the center of the camp where a large bonfire had been built. It blazed brightly, emanating a sweltering heat that held the winter's chill at bay. The tribe's crones danced about it, chanting prayers of virility and fecundity.
The sex-crazed Princess turned slave ignored them all and headed straight for the platform that had been raised before the fire. Markoz was there waiting for her, seated on a crude wooden throne. The burly orc chieftain was completely naked, except for swirling tribal designs painted all over his body. He rose from his chair as she approached, and at the sight of her nude body glistening with the aphrodisiac his cock stiffened and throbbed with desire.
"Tonight we welcome a new member of our tribe: a new concubine, one who will breed many strong warriors." Markoz raised his hands as the tribe cheered, quieting the raucous orcs. When they settled down he grabbed Brigitte by the arms and spun her around to face the crowd.
Brigitte panted hotly as her naked breasts and pussy were exposed from the elevated position. She knew that at any moment Markoz would enter her and fuck her before all these people, using her as a sex slave and claiming her for all to see. She had always hoped that she would be able to return home after the war, even if, intellectually, she knew that wasn't likely.
The last of her hope died that night. She knew, irrevocably, that she could never go back, that she was forever to be a slave for Boshdog Tribe. Brigitte began to sway unsteadily as her arousal and her surrender to her fate consumed her mind and overwhelmed her. As she wobbled, her ass brushed over the tip of Markoz's cock. The weight of it poking against her backside completed the submission that the drugs had brought on. Brigitte fell back, leaning against Markoz and eagerly ground her backside against his hard shaft.
"But my newest concubine isn't just some village girl captured in a raid; oh no." Markoz's booming laugh resonated from the dais. "Our newest member is a genuine human princess!" The crowd roared again. "Who has traveled all the way to our camp to volunteer herself as a breeder for our tribe!" The assembled orcs' shouting grew louder, and Markoz had to raise his even more to rise above them. "I guess that means our next generation of warriors will be smart as well as strong, eh?"
Without further ado, Markoz lifted Brigitte up and brought her down onto his lap as he sat back on the throne. His large gray hands lifted her knees, forcing her legs into the shape of an M as he guided her pussy to the tip of his cock. "Put it in, Princess, show everyone here how much you want it."
Brigitte reached down and wrapped her soft white fingers around Markoz's bulging grey cock. A tingle spread up her hands as she felt the hard meat sink into her grasp. Markoz was no denying her need, or the fact that she was going to submit to his command. Perhaps later, after the raging inferno inside her had been quenched, would reason prevail and she could salvage some of her dignity.
For now, she guided the shaft to her slit and rubbed the slanted tip against her soft folds. Just the faintest brush of his member on her hypersensitive labia was enough to push her to the edge of orgasm. Hungry for more, she reached with her other hand to spread her slip pussy lips and began feeding the tip inside.
As soon as he felt the tip of his cock push into her folds, Markoz pulled her down hard and slammed his cock deep inside her. He immediately began bouncing her on his dick, impaling the human princess again and again as he kept her legs spread wide. The assembled tribe cheered as they got a direct and firsthand look of their chieftain's cock claiming the new human cunt.
"Look closely! As chief of the Boshdog Clan, I lay claim to this cunt! It is mine to breed!" Markoz punctuated his words with sharp thrusts, making Brigitte squeal each time the head of his shaft impacted her cervix.
"Ah!" Brigitte cried out as the cock landed deeply inside her. She trembled violently on his lap as she rolled her hips in a sharp circle, stirring his thick shaft against the walls of her pussy. It felt so good that his words sailed right passed her. The cheering of the tribe brought her out of her brief reverie, and reinforced the fact that she was acting like a wanton strumpet in front of an entire village of people!
Her eyes moved over the crowd, occasionally locking eyes with this orc or that, or occasionally with one of the other human slaves. Many of them looked envious of her, others were aroused. None of them watched her with the awe or respect she was used to as a princess. Every set of eyes she settled on saw her only as a slave...a slave getting bred by her new master.
Markoz set her feet down on the arm rests of his chair, and then grasped her breasts, which had been bouncing wildly in the air. Brigitte's tits slid over his palms, so well lubed with the aphrodisiac that they were hard for him to hold on to. He still pawed at them though, rubbing them all over and especially concentrating on the former princess' hard nipples.
He had better luck catching them in his fingers, and pinched and teased them mercilessly. He made sure they grew and stayed hard as he fucked her, and used the sensation to further confuse and overwhelm his newest acquisition.
"That's it, take my cock. Get ready to take my seed! Beg for it!" Markoz's shout carried over the crowd as he drove up into her, using his grip on her nipples to pull her down onto his dick.
The painful tugging on her nipples clashed with the pleasure the cock gave her. But the pleasure easily won out, and in her lust-crazed, hyper-aroused state the pain was subsumed into the pleasure, becoming one overwhelming sensation. "Ah! Yes! Please! Take me! Give me your cock! Fill me with your seed! Aaaaaah!" She cried out in delight as her body became wracked with an orgasm. The pleasure jolted through her, spreading out from her sex to make her entire body tingle as she gushed in ecstasy over the orc's member.
Markoz howled in triumph, and joined her a moment later as his own climax hit. He shot is load inside her for the second time that day, pumping more of the creamy, gooey cum into her fertile body. The jizz plastered her cervix, and his virile swimmers began to make their way through the membrane as she rode out the climax.
He continued to pump into her for several more moments, making sure he was completely drained and that she was as stuffed with his cum as she could be. Once he was satisfied, he lifted her up off his cock and set her down on the chair. Three orc women, including the leader from before, quickly climbed up onto the dais and pulled her down onto her knees near the edge of the platform.
"You have seen me claim her for my own, but she belongs to the Tribe. So that all know she is the property of the Boshdog Tribe, let her be marked with our colors and symbols!" At Markoz's proclamation, two of the orc women pulled her arms back behind her, forcing her chest to thrust out while the leader knelt beside her with a tattooing kit.
Brigitte's eyes widened as she saw the needle approaching her chest. She knew that this was a possibility, a probability even. But now that it was here her heart lurched in her chest. If her plan was to work, she would need to lead the orc army into Zentara. But now, when she did, she was going to be marked as a slave. Everyone who saw her would know that she was not traveling with them as an ally, but following them as a servant.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a blinding flash of pain as her marking began. The orc woman worked on Brigitte's chest, not even bothering to look her in the eye, or take into account her comfort or wishes. A black, red, and green tribal pattern soaked into the skin between her breasts. As the orc woman continued, the tattoo grew up in her cleavage and wrapped around each breast, so that the distinct pattern would be clearly visible when wearing the open vest of an orc slave.
"Ah...ah..." Brigitte panted, fighting back the shakes after the orc woman finished her work. Her chest felt like it had been branded, though she knew rationally that if it had been the pain would be far worse. She had heard that the beast Agmar had branded his slaves in the Catabrian Hills, and was glad that these orcs were more civilized, such as they were.
"Wonderful. Excellent work, Bakra. Now all will see that she is our slave. But, before I release her to meet her new Tribe," Markoz paused as the men laughed and cheered, "I want to do something special for our slave. She was a Princess, after all, and she did come here willingly." Markoz gave Bakra a nod. "Continue."
Bakra lifted Brigitte's breast, a scowl forming on her face. Despite being larger than the princess, her own tits were actually smaller. She squeezed it painfully, digging her fingers into the soft flesh as she reached into her kit again and pulled out another long needle. With a grim efficiency she jabbed the sharp point into Brigitte's erect nipple.
The princess howled in pain as the needle slipped through the nub. Blood seeped out from the holes it left behind, but they were quickly plugged with a gold ring. A moment later Bakra pierced Brigitte's other nipple and ringed that one as well.
"Beautiful! Thank you Bakra. Doesn't our new slave look lovely?" When the orcs howled their agreement, Markoz continued, "I'd like to decorate her further, but that can wait until she's had a chance to recover more. She's going to need her cunt in one piece for the days ahead!"
The crowd laughed again, and the orcs began to call for her to be brought down to them. Markoz held up his hands again to quiet the Tribe. "I hear you! You ask to share in our slave, and I grant that request. But you know the rules! Her pussy belongs to me!"
Brigitte's heart jumped up to her throat as Bakra stood behind her, and then with a nasty growl kicked the princess hard in the back, launching her off the platform and into the crowd of waiting orcs. She was easily caught in the crowd despite the slickness of her skin. Immediately she was being groped all over as each orc wanted to take his turn touching the newest slave.
The orcs held her off the ground, naked and spread eagle. Her newly pierced nipples swayed freely through the air beneath her as the men made her hang in place. An orc was on each arm and leg, holding her up while a fifth one pushed between her thighs. He slapped his thick cock down between her ass cheeks and started rubbing it between them.
"Heh, nice ass! Very firm. She'll be able to take a lot of pushing back here!" He laughed as he gripped her butt cheeks and pulled them apart, allowing his cock to sink even further between them. Once his shaft was running the length of her crack, he pushed the cheeks together against it and started to move his hips, dry humping her backside. "We're going to treat you real good, slave. You'll be thanking the stars for the day you submitted yourself to the Boshdog Tribe!"
Brigitte was still reeling from the pain of her tattooing and piercing. Thankfully though, the orcs seemed more interested in her ass and mouth than they were in abusing her tits. I never thought I'd see the day where that's what I'm thankful for,she thought just before a thick grey slab of orc cock slapped her across the face. Strong fingers squeezed her jaw, forcing her mouth open so he could thrust his member inside.
For the second time that day, for the second time on her life, she found herself sucking on a dick. Not just any penis either, but an orc cock! I need to get used to it. This is my life now, I chose this. Make them think I want it. Be a good slave, and force Markoz to listen to you! She tried to reassure herself as she worked her mouth up and down along the cock. She still wasn't very skilled, but she tried to make up for that with enthusiasm by wetly and loudly sucking on the shaft.
The orc behind her was still rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks, though the rest of the crowd was starting to get impatient with his antics.
"Fuck her already!"
"Do it or get out of the way!"
"He does this every time, the fuck!"
Bowing to their requests, he gripped Brigitte's hips and lifted them up, bending her over though still keeping her off the ground. He quickly lined up his dick with her puckered rosebud. The slanted tip pressed against it, forcing the muscular rim to open up for it as he pushed it through. Not even worrying about properly lubricating his dick, he slammed it all the way in and began to fuck her furiously.
Brigitte squealed in pain around the dick in her mouth as the orc behind her began violating her. Her ass burned even worse than her chest did! Is this how it's always going to be like? She despaired, or will I eventually get used to it? The pain of her ass being brutally fucked distracted her from sucking the orc's dick, so he took up the slack by grabbing her neck and pulling her roughly down onto his cock.
She sputtered and choked as the twisted orc shaft slid into her throat. The orc began to fuck her, moving in time with the orc between her legs as the thrust back and forth into the princess slave, treating her as nothing more than a cock sleeve for their amusement. Any words Markoz might have said about honoring the princess who chose to be their slave were ignored as they took their fun with her.
Thankfully, neither lasted long. They couldn't, not with the jostling crowd around them eager to get their turn. Both shot their seed inside her, flooding her inside with their gooey cream. In another stroke of luck, the semen pooling in her bowels helped to lubricate her backside, so the cock that pushed inside soon after the first had an easier time of penetrating her body.
For hours she was passed around, with countless orcs taking their turn initiating the newest slave. She lost track of how many had taken her, and before too long the pain had left her numb and nearly broken. In the back of her mind she couldn't help but marvel that on her first day of sexual activity she'd already amassed a tally that would rival those of the weathered harlots in Megdis. Maybe not in Ruar, though.
By the time she came around again she was lying on her back in the mud. Her legs were raised above her, and between her knees she could see Bakra's scowling face as she snarled down at her. Belatedly Brigitte realized that the orc woman was plunging a whole fist inside her gaping and ruined ass. How far have I fallen that I didn't even notice that right off?
Bakra chuckled harshly as she moved her fist in and out of the human woman. "This will put you in your place, slave! The chief may have chosen to honor you with those rings, but you're still nothing but a ruined hole, a sack of meat to fuck and breed with and discard! You're nothing!"
"Nnnng!" Brigitte cried out as her back arched. Amazingly, even having the orc woman's fist in her backside didn't hurt as much as when the first orc had ravished her back there. With all the cum, and the intense anal stretching, Bakra was able to plunge her fist in and out almost quickly as she punished the young woman.
Finally, Makroz appeared and pulled Bakra's hand out of her and threw her back with a glare. "That's enough! It's time for my-our new slave to rest." Makroz reached down to scoop Brigitte up and began carrying her towards his tent.
Brigitte took a deep breath and wiped the tears from her eyes, though that just made it worse as she smeared more cum and dirt across her face. After wetting her lips and clearing her throat, she wrapped her hands on the back of his neck and lifted herself up against his chest. "Now, about my plan..."
****
Drauken pulled Melora into his arms as the slender elf girl shivered. Although the tent was warm, the wind was howling outside, and the cold bit deeper than a wolf. He and Melora hadn't been offered quarters in Dromstadt, but he knew it wasn't an insult. At least, it wasn't much of one. Quite frankly, it wasn't safe for an orc to be walking around the city, so he was still camped outside.
"It's alright Melora, you'll warm up soon." Drauken assured her as he gently rubbed her arms. His elfin assistant fit nicely in his arms, forshe was so much smaller than him.
"I know, Master." She replied through chattering teeth. The elfish isles never experienced this kind of cold, nor did the winters in Ruar. It was taking her time to acclimate to the harsh climate of northern Heste. "We have to do something about Princess Jasmara."
One of the fortunate things about being outside the city was that he didn't have to worry about Henry's spies listening in on their conversations. It allowed them to discuss things as freely as they did in Ruar. "I know: what they're doing is no way to treat a princess, a lady, or a prisoner. I've spoken to King Henry, but the fact that the scheme worked in provoking the orcs into opening the gates has only hardened his heart even further."
"Isn't there anything else we can do? Rescue her somehow?" Melora asked as she snuggled up tighter against his large frame. The merchant exuded heat, calling her to press even closer to get fully enveloped in his warmth.
"I've already staged one prison break, and we saw how that turned out." Drauken sighed as he remembered the blood gushing out of King Garrett. "I don't know anything about the castle where they're holding her. It would be folly."
"True, true. If only there were some way to get a message to King Belkor. I'm sure he would be able to arrange a rescue."
"And tell him what? That his sister is being held in Dromstadt? He knows that already. No..." Drauken considered the situation for a moment, "we need to get Jasmara out of the city, and put into a position where she could be rescued."
"But how can we do that?" Melora asked. "Henry is going to keep them wintered in Dromstadt for the rest of winter."
"Yes, yes...unless he has a good reason to send her out."
"Like demoralizing one of the castles still holding out?" Melora asked as she shifted. Her bottom brushed against Drauken's thighs as she turned around to look up at the orc.
"Yes! It worked for him once, why not again? If nothing else, it would demonstrate how powerless King Belkor is to influence northern Heste." Drauken nodded his head in eager excitement. "That just might work, we would just have to convince Henry to do it! And to do that, we need to find a castle that would make a tempting enough target for him."
"What about Altengraf Castle? Its position north of the Bone Bridge makes it a natural staging ground for pushing into Southern Heste next spring. Taking it now would prevent losing any of next year's campaign season to another siege."
Drauken's grin grew wider. "You're a gem!" He laughed and leaned down to kiss her. "I truly don't know what I would do without you. Yes, Altengraf Castle is perfect. It's close enough to the Warne River that King Belkor will be able to infiltrate some men in without detection. Now I just need to convince King Henry!" Drauken thought about it a moment longer as he held Melora in his arms. "We'll have to move quickly though. I need to return south and meet with the Zentaran Dukes."
"So soon?"
"Oh yes. You heard King Henry and that Catabrian barbarian. They're out to kill every orc they can find! For all their big words about needing caravan masters to keep trade flowing with the east, their campaign is going to be ruinous."
"So what do you intend to do? How can the Dukes help?" Melora asked.
"They won't listen to reason, and I'm not in a position to force them to. At least, not yet. I'll need to push up my plans. We can't wait for the Henry and Amelie to be in position: we need to strike now and seize Ruar while we can. With the Dukes behind me, Queen Jeanette and most of the Royal Family in custody, and Ruar in hand, I'll be in a much better position to seek terms with Henry. He won't be able to launch a war of aggression against Zentara once all his enemies have been deposed."
Melora looked up at him with wide eyes. "You're planning to depose the Queen?" She asked in shock.
Drauken scowled, aware that he had revealed too much. But after looking at her, his expression softened. "Yes, my dear. Surely you must have expected something like this. You're an intelligent girl! You must have realized that working with Henry was treason."
"Yes, I know. I just thought that we were trying to lessen the violence. To stop this pointless war before more are killed!"
"We are! At least, that was the intent. Queen Jeanette has upset the balance of power among the Kingdoms. Her ambition for her children has led to countless deaths over the course of her reign. She needs to go. King Henry and Queen Amelie will never accept a peace with her still on the throne." He gave Melora a squeeze. "You know I'm right."
"Yes, you're right. It's just so hard to imagine! But you're right. She helped conspire to put King Trogar on the throne in Deznessuian, and humiliated Queen Lyriena. Zentara needs a ruler dedicated to peace. But who will that be, if not one of the Royal Family?"
"The Eight Duchies will have to decide that after the war is over." Based on whoever is still alive. "We'll have to be careful. I'm placing my life in your hands, my dear. Can I trust you?"
"Of course, Master! I'm with you, in whatever you decide. But do you really think you can succeed? How many of the Duchies are with you?"
"Fullorm, Crovoth, and Testin. I imagine Oxmain won't be too far behind when they see what Augras' magic can do. The key is that Jeanette's and the other Duchies' forces are already committed, while the western Duchies have held back. It will be enough." Drauken held Melora in his arms again and kissed the top of her head. "Listen, we have to be quick. Go back to Henry and arrange another meeting. We need to convince him to launch the expedition to Altengraf Castle, and then depart from here to somehow get a message to King Belkor."
"Yes, it will be difficult. You won't be able to go yourself; how would you explain why you're in Heste instead of touring the caravan routes like you're supposed to be?"
"I'll have to find a messenger of some sort. I'm sure there's a peasant who will deliver it for a few coins." Drauken replied.
"That's a risk though. He may not move fast enough, or be taken seriously by the sentries, or escorted to the King in time to save the Princess." Melora paused for a moment. "I could do it! Master, let me. As an elf, I can claim to be a servant of Belkor's brother, Trogar. It will get me access to the King, I know it will!"
Drauken considered that for a moment. "But why would King Belkor believe that his brother would know anything about what Henry's plans are?"
"Because having a spy in Henry's camp would be just like something King Trogar would do. He's been after him for years after all." Melora leaned up impulsively and kissed him. "Trust me, Master, I can convince him. He'll believe me, I know it!"
"Alright my dear, alright, you've convinced me. It looks like we're in this together." Silence reigned and a vibrant, electric tension built between them. Drauken was still holding onto Melora, and his broad grey fingers were gently stroking up and down the soft fabric of her sleeves. He could see the tiniest quiver in her lips, and a hint of anticipation gleaming in her eyes.
It occurred to him how physical their relationship had become of late, how the casual intimacy had been building between them. But now that their fates were so entwined together it brought them closer still. The merchant squeezed her arms tighter as he drew her in, and when his lips pressed to hers he was rewarded with a soft, almost relieved moan.
Drauken's cock began to swell as he felt Melora open herself to the kiss, and felt her hands slide around his waist and cling to his back. His hands began to explore her in turn, reaching around from her arms to stroke down her sides to the elf's hips. His strong fingers dimpled the fabric of her dress as he squeezed her body, holding and lifting her slightly to give him better access to Melora's lips.
His tongue plunged into her mouth and swirled around the elf's as his hands slid further back to cup his assistant's surprisingly tight and toned derriere. Drauken's tongue continued to dance with Melora's, and he kissed her so eagerly that she gasped in pain as the orc's tusk stabbed into her cheek. "I'm sorry" he murmured, abashed and embarrassed at his carelessness.
"No, don't be. I've wanted this for so long." Melora panted as she kissed him again, then nuzzled her lips over his tusk and tugged it gently with her teeth. Her small hands ran down over his thighs, and then slid forward to press against the thick bulge in his trousers. "Oh, my." She whispered as she traced the length and girth with her fingertips.
Drauken was flattered by her words, and her actions. Has she really wanted me this whole time? But now was not the time for reflection; that could come later. He kneaded her bottom, slowly pushing her cheeks together and pulling them apart as he thrust his hips against her exploring fingers. Drauken's heart began to race faster as he felt her fingers touch his shaft more insistently.
"That's it, now is our chance. Touch me, Melora, however you like." His own fingers abandoned her delightful buttocks and traveled north again until finding the dangling strings tying the back of her dress. Although his fingers were shaking with excitement, he still managed to deftly undo the knot keeping her garment together.
It sagged at the shoulders, and he was quick to finish the deed. He swept the dress down her arms, peeling it from her body and left Melora standing in her shift. Drauken watched her tremble, but he knew it wasn't from the cold raging outside his tent. Almost without thinking his hands raised to the pointed nubs poking against the thin fabric of her undergarment.
Melora gasped as she felt his strong hands stroke her sensitive nipples. Her hands caressed her belly, and slid upward to stroke over the undersides of her breasts and lift them up into Drauken's groping hands. "Ooooh..." she purred again.
"Melora," Drauken rasped, "I need more. I need to feel them directly." His fumbling fingers grasps the hem of her shift and lifted it up, stripping the white undergarment off her body. "Oh, they're perfect. So perfect!" Drauken leaned forward and pressed his face into the elf's bosom.
Her tits seemed large for an elf, and the orc merchant was nearly able to bury his face entirely between them. He immediately started to kiss and lick them while lightly grazing the tips of his tusks over the soft flesh.
His cock stirred as he listened to her gasps of pleasure. So sensitive, and just the nipples! Drauken was greedy for even more of the little elf. His hands descended the elf's body again, cupping her pert ass. But now his thick grey hands were touching her warm flesh directly. He squeezed and kneaded the flesh as he kissed lower down her body. His lips caressed her navel, and his tongue traced a line between her abdominal muscles to the delta between her legs and hips.
"Master!" She cried out as Drauken's tongue flickered over her vaginal lips. "Mmm!" She moaned in delight as her hips pushed forward of their own accord, eagerly seeking out the pleasure that his mouth offered.
The orc master feasted on the elf's flower. Her slick juices coated his tongue, and the young woman's moist pussy opened up for his explorations. Drauken thrust his tongue between them, plunging it deep into Melora's hot folds. He curled his tongue upwards, scooping out Melora's delightful taste as he licked faster and faster. Drauken was so lost in the entrancing nectar that he didn't even notice his tusks scraping along the outside of the elf's sensitive vaginal lips.
"Ah!" Melora didn't seem to mind, however. Despite the pain she continued to roil in pleasure. Her hips bucked into the orc's face as the pleasure grew within her. As her clitoris swelled, Drauken shifted focus to the little nub and began to lick it furiously. His broad tongue covered it completely as it wiped back and forth, caressing the entire surface of the bundle of nerves.
Melora's head spun as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. Finally the effect of Drauken's tongue proved too much, and she careened off the edge into an explosive orgasm. "Master!" She cried out as she gripped the back of his head and held his face tightly between her thighs. Her body pulsed as she rode through the throes of her climax, crying out in delight as the pleasure consumed her.
While still recovering from her orgasm, Melora opened her eyes to see Drauken climbing atop her. His thick shaft probed between her legs, pushing against her wet and sensitive nether lips. The orc was breathing heavily, and her own juices glinted off his lips and tusks as he looked down at her.
"Are you ready, my dear? I must warn you, it is going to be a tight fit."
"I'm ready, Master. Give it to me, please!"
Drauken grinned and leaned down, kissing her softly at first, and then more insistently. His tongue, which so recently had been giving her pleasure plunged into her mouth to dance with her own. Drauken's hands moved to the elf's narrow hips, with one holding them steady while the other continued on to take hold of his cock.
He guided it against the entrance to her folds and rubbed the slanted tip of his dick against the moist petals. A soft groan of satisfaction escaped his lips as he started to add more pressure. Fortunately the shape of orc cocks lent itself to entering tight pussies, and soon his shaft was pushing inside the elf. As the orc's cock got thicker, it pushed her walls wider apart and made them cling to every ridge and valley of his corkscrewed dick.
"Oh! Ah! Mmm!" Melora cried out, arching her back as she felt Drauken's thick girth filling her insides. The way the orc's cock rubbed her insides, which were still aroused from her previous climax, drove her wild with pleasure. She eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in, urging him to enter her deeper and faster.
Feeling Melora beckoning, Drauken thrust his hips deeper, impaling his cock all the way until it found her cervix. He didn't give her time to adjust; she didn't need it. Instead he began thrusting his hips, pumping in and out at a frantic pace. Melora rocked her hips, grinding into his cock and making it stir her insides, giving them both even greater pleasure.
"Oh you're so tight! By the Abyss, this is perfect Melora! You're perfect!" He groaned again as the tip of his dick mashed against her cervix. Her tight walls gripped his cock like a vice, and seemed to suck his cock back in every time he tried to withdraw.
"Ah! Yes! You feel so good Master! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Her toes curled as she clung to Drauken with her thighs. Her hips rocked upwards, riding his dick as she drew herself into it again and again.
Drauken met her movements with his own, drilling down into the tight elf with reckless abandon. His corkscrewed cock slid as deep as he could force it, so deep that it actually began to bend back against itself after slamming into the roof of her vagina. Finally the mashing sensation of his tip against her cervix was too much, and his orgasm exploded out from his dick, bathing Melora's womb with his hot cum.
Melora shuddered in delight and squealed with pleasure as her own climax erupted. She launched her hips up and hung off his waist by her legs as she reveled in the pleasure. Her whole body quivered, and she panted with need, her breasts bouncing and shaking as she trembled in delight.
After a moment they both collapsed to the ground, chests heaving as they recovered from their shared climaxes. Drauken draped his arm around Melora and cupped her breast while holding her close to his body. "That was amazing my dear, and long overdue."
"Yes, Master. It was perfect; everything I'd hoped it would be."
"I feel like things are finally falling into place. We'll free the Princess, while securing Ruar and Zentara, allowing us to find a fair, equitable peace for everyone." He took a deep breath, and then exhaled it in a long sigh. "But first we have to convince Henry. I would love to lie here all night with you, but time is off the essence. You had better get going my dear, we have a war to end!"
****
The stinking bear pelt weighed heavily on Jasmara's shoulders. For all the welcome warmth it provided her in her cage, it was a reminder of how weak she had grown in captivity. Not so long ago she wouldn't even have felt the weight of the cloak on her back. Still, she welcomed the way it captured the heat of her body. It is still a better companion then the humans, she thought. Jasmara knew that she would be reminded of that soon enough. They would reach Altengraf Castle tomorrow, and once again she would be abused, degraded, and humiliated to try and force the castle to do something rash.
The Princess closed her eyes as guilt over the fall of Dromstadt washed over her again. Her brother's castle, his capital, and all those people lost because of her. I should have died fighting, not allowed myself to be captured. Then none of this would be happening. It would have crushed her mother, she knew, but now she believed that a single harsh blow to her mother would be better than the prolonged agony of knowing her daughter was captured and tortured.
The only thing that kept her going was the message from the strange elf, who told her that help was coming. She dreamed of escape every night, a welcome respite from the pain she felt every day. Still, some part gnawed away at her. What would an elf be doing in Henry's camp, and why would she want to help her?
She couldn't be certain that this wasn't another trick, some further way Daniels concocted to humiliate and break her. Each passing day reinforced that suspicion. The fortnight the elf had promised passed a week ago, and still no rescue had come. She didn't want to lose hope though, it was all she had left.
Suddenly she tensed as she felt a presence coming behind her. She couldn't hear it, but her warrior instincts felt it. She tried to turn around, but the confines of the cage prevented her from moving even that much.
A shadowy figure stepped around to the ground, visible only because his head became crowned with the waxing moon. "Princess Jasmara, it is time. We've come for you."
As the man bent down to begin picking the cage's lock, Jasmara recoiled to see his human face. Has it all been a trick after all? "Who are you?"
"My name is Horace, Your Highness." More shapes slithered from the shadow as Horace got the cage open to help her rise to her feet. "We're friends of Dorian."
"My mother casts a long shadow." Jasmara replied in wonder. Her heart began to beat faster as the fading embers of hope ignited. Free!
"Indeed. Be quiet now please, while the Thestans have traveled in low light to avoid detection, they can still hear." They carried her to the nearest line of trees, where she had to step over the body of a Thestan sentry. "We'll have to move quickly now and get back over the Warne river to your brother's camp. But first, here." Horace gave her a leather breastplate and breeches, as well as a pair of stout boots.
"Thank you, Horace. I feel like a warrior again. Do you have a sword for me?" She asked eagerly, thoughts of beheading Daniels already dancing through her mind.
"Better, Your Highness."
"Better?"
"Yes, Princess" he replied as he placed a long pole wrapped in cloth to her hands.
She unwrapped the gift to find a strong oak spear with a wicked looking steel tip. The shaft was reinforced with banded metal hilts, to provide a stronger grip and to protect her hands. "This spear, I've seen it before..."
"The Queen gave it to King Turogg as a guest gift, Your Highness, on the second day they met. It is a royal weapon, that has long bathed in the blood of Zentara's enemies."
A violent smile spread across her lips as the tip of the spear glinted in the moonlight. Oh yes, she thought, I can make use of this.
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