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It had been a mercifully cool summer day as the elvish princess Karowyn and her closest friend and knight Gadriel moved between the outposts, inspecting their defenses and the elvish garrisons manning them.

It had been nearly a year since the last incursion by orcs, and although her mother the queen had insisted that she take more warriors, Karowyn was confident she and Gadriel wouldn't encounter any trouble.

She was wrong. The pig-orc Snargle and ogre-orc Grax had been granted permission to lead a raiding party to capture an elf or two for interrogation. The orcs were preparing for war, and they needed to know the defenses of the elves.

They'd only slipped into the Elvish realm the night before, but by that afternoon one of their scouts had whistled the signal that two riders were approaching. As soon as they saw them, they'd known their luck had exceeded their wildest hopes. One was clearly royalty, and the other seemed just a small female warrior.

When they entered the ambush, arrows had flown out, striking their horses and bringing them to the ground. The elves were quick though, and the first two orcs that reached them were cut down by the warrior. The massive, muscular Grax and Snargle had stunned them with their sheer size, standing at over 9 feet. A swing of their massive clubs had knocked both elves to the ground and in an instant the smaller, normal-sized orcs were on them, knowing their weapons away and binding their hands behind their back.

The orc party was still small though, and they had their prizes. With no hesitation, they began the march back to the orcish territory at a quick pace.

Once they'd crossed back into their own territory, the orcs finally slowed the pace, and the two orc-lords looked at their captives.

For Karowyn and Gadriel, their future was dim and they knew it. They remained stoically silent as they were forced to march, but they knew what happened to elves who were captured. They'd both been raised on the tales of captured sisters who'd become the feast for Orc celebrations, or whores to be raped relentlessly.

As their pace slowed, both elves realized that with danger behind them, the orcs were paying more attention to them.

"I'm sorry, my lady," Gadriel whispered. "I failed you."

"Nonsense," Karowyn replied. "It was my fault...I should've brought more guards."

"The traditions, my lady..." Gadriel muttered.

"Speak not of such things, Gadriel," Karowyn scolded her. "You are knight's guard to a princess. We will bravely face what we must."

"Of course, my lady. I just mean..." Gadriel looked over at Karowyn longingly, if only for a second. "They will feast on one of us tonight. I will do everything in my power to make sure it is my body, not yours, that roasts over their fire."

Karowyn felt ashamed for a moment for having chided Gadriel for lack of courage when, in fact, it was the most gallant courage her knight chose to exhibit.

"They will rape us first. I don't doubt their long cocks will bring us pleasure," Karowyn said, trying to bring levity to change their mood.

"Their cocks may be long, but their breath is foul. I don't doubt their seed will smell even worse," Gadriel said, trying to join in the levity.

Karowyn smiled. She knew her knight had eyes for her. Every man and woman in the kingdom sang the praises of Karowyn's beauty. But Gadriel, always in the princess's presence, pined desperately for her lady, and Karowyn knew it.

"No doubt they will fill my cunt with their slimy effluence and force you to lick it from me. Despite the circumstances, I know you will be glad to have your mouth on my twat," Karowyn said.

Gadriel blushed, faltering a moment at the princess's words. Her hesitance brought a whip across her back, and she hurried her pace.

"How long have you known, my lady?" Gadriel asked.

"Come, Gadriel," Karowyn said, smiling. "We have shared a tent for how many patrols? Did you not think I would never wake while you moan my name with your fingers inside you each night?"

"My lady, I..." Gadriel stammered.

"If there is a moment before they rape us where our mouths may meet," Karowyn said kindly. "Let us take it. I would reward you with my gratitude for how bravely you have always stood by my side. And if you cannot meet my mouth, then my breasts or any other part of me will do. I want you to taste me untainted before they force us to do vile things with each other."

"You are gracious, my lady," Gadriel said.

"And I will do the same. For your body has filled my own dreams often enough as my fingers dive into my depths," Karowyn admitted.

"Silence!" Grax snapped at the women, and he let his whip fly, finding their backs with a crack.

The party returned to the orc camp, and the elven women were tied to a tree as the orc men prepared the fire.

As the fire was stoked and the orcs shed their gear into their tents, both elves shuddered to see a hell hound emerge. They were notoriously ferocious animals, and almost as large as a horse.

"I shudder to think of what that thing is capable of," Karowyn whispered.

As the fire roared, a long, beam of wood was brought out. Neither had to guess what it was for, as it clearly was held at waist height and had bindings, as if to hold captives there like in stocks. It had enough restraints for at least ten people, and Gadriel could imagine prisoners from the last war being brought here and raped.

And now, it was her turn.

She looked over at her princess and slid closer, skirting the restraints that bound her to the tree until she was touching Karowyn's arm.

"My lady...I think our time is near. When they remove my clothes, I pray you'll find my body pleasing to your eyes...even when it's being ravaged by the orc scum."

"I have no doubt that it will be, dear Gadriel. It will bring me comfort to see your complete beauty, and I pray mine will bring comfort to you as well."

The two elves couldn't have been more different. Karowyn was several inches taller than the lithe, small warrior, and had a heavy set of breasts that matched her attractive, full body. Gadriel, on the other hand, had the body of a warrior, with a small frame, flat stomach, small breasts and a small, tight butt.

"It would be impossible for it not to, my lady."

As they glanced at the orcs, it was obvious they were ready for their prizes.

"I think our time is short my dear, loyal friend," Karowyn said as she leaned her head to the side towards Gadriel's.

"Yes, my lady...." she replied, lifting her mouth to the woman she'd loved for years.

Both of their hearts raced as their mouths met and their tongues tasted the other. The fear and trepidation evaporated, and for that moment, all was well for the two elvish women.

"Well, well, well, boys," Grax said as he approached. "It looks like these Elvish cunts are ready for the party."

His foul breath and bodily odors reeked even from several feet away, and both of the elvish women were rudely snapped out of their intimate kiss. Snargle approached as well, and his odor was equally rank.

With a swipe of his dagger, the bindings that held them to the tree fell down, freeing the elves. They made no attempt to run, though. They knew their fate was sealed, and they would embrace it with the pride and determination befitting their race.

"I should offer you congratulations, scum," Karowyn said, lifting her royal voice. "You've captured the daughter of Queen Kira, and the Commander of the Princess's Royal Guard."

"Oh yessss," Snargle half coughed, half slurred. "We figured you otta be royalty. You know what we do with high and mighty elf scum...right?" He asked as he moved behind them, his dagger drawn still.

"Yes," the princess replied in a cold, calm demeanor, looking forward. "Do what you will."

She felt his stubby fingers hold the metal breast plate protecting her body as his dagger severed the fastenings and it fell forward. She felt her gown pulled taught and heard the dagger tearing through the fabric, and in an instant, it was around her ankles and she was standing nude before the orcs.

Gadriel watched as the princess' body was exposed, marveling at her ample breasts and incredible body as her own garments were cut away, and she too was standing there nude before her captors.

Karowyn heard Gadriel gasp as her breasts were revealed. The young knight licked her lips as her eyes moved up and down her lady's body. She returned Gadriel's gaze, smiling at the younger woman's chest. Her breasts were not large and voluptuous like the princess's, but they were womanly, nonetheless. They each felt themselves moisten to be bared before the other's eyes, despite the foul stench of their orcish handlers.

"My lady, your cunt is bare," Gadriel announced upon seeing Karowyn's hairless pussy. "I had believed you were yet a virgin." In Elvish culture, a girl would leave her pubic hair to grow until she had been taken by a man, and after that point, she would shave her vulva to announce to all lovers after her first that she was experienced.

"My father has sampled my cunt many times, Gadriel, as is the royal way. I see your twat is also bare--and gleaming."

If her hands had not been bound behind her back, Gadriel would have spread her labia for Karowyn.

"My lips moisten for you. I will think of your body as they rape mine," she told her princess.

"Enough!" Grax bellowed, slapping Gadriel across the mouth.

The elves looked up from one another to see the bodies of their rapists. Grax held his long, thick cock in his hand. It was as long as Karowyn's arm and just as thick, covered in knobs along the length of the shaft, although the head looked much like her father's cock -- albeit larger.

As Snargle stroked his own shaft in Gadriel's face, she saw that it was not as long as Grax's, but it was twice as thick. It rose to attention, throbbing to stand up.

"I think he likes you, Gadriel," Karowyn said, trying to lighten the mood. "I know you will be a good whore for him, taking his meat with all the dignity of an elvish knight."

"I will, my lady," Gadriel gasped as Snargle started rubbing his shaft on her face. The smell of it turned her stomach.

"Well, Princess," Grax said, lifting his long penis to rub on Karowyn's face. "Are you ready for taste my shaft?"

Karowyn, ever proud, looked up at her would-be-rapist and smiled. "I'll give you the royal treatment, I promise. You're about to defile elvish royalty. Your soldiers will sings songs of praise for how you fuck my body for generations to come."

Not catching the sarcasm in her jibes, Grax became even more aroused. "Mmmmm," he growled. "Perhaps, then, I'll keep you to raise my orc-pups. Your udders look quite useful. I will plant my seed in you and keep you for a pet. A princess pet."

Emboldened at the prospect of staying alive and hopefully finding a way to fool her captors, Karowyn found the strength to embrace the moment.

"You won't be planting anything until your plow is ready. Try it on my mouth and see if I don't prepare it well for you."

Gadriel, however, had no time for banter as Snargle forced her mouth open with his filthy fingers and then shoved his meat into her opening. Karowyn watched Gadriel's face being fucked and felt aroused as she parted her own lips to receive Grax's cock.

"We meant to eat you when we took you," Grax told the princess as he shoved himself into her mouth. "For your fatty tits and thighs we thought would make good, greasy victuals. But I would have a princess bear my whelps. So you can watch and help as we roast your knight for our feast."

Karowyn heard Gadriel whimper. She knew, though the girl was brave, that the thought of the torture she would face must be daunting. If only she could help put the girl in a submissive mind so that her sacrifice would be less painful.

"Mmmmmm," the princess crooned. "You made a wise choice. My womb is fertile, but hers is not. She was not fit to breed and so became a warrior. But don't be fooled by her lack of fat, she is yet young and will taste delightful. She failed me as a knight, otherwise I would not be here to suck your rod. But she will glorify me with her sacrifice. And when I smell her stupid cunt roasting, I will know that she has finally shown me her worth."

Gadriel knew that the princess was right. Even if they escaped by some random chance of fate, she could never return having allowed the defiling of her charge. She had but one way to redeem herself and keep her honor, and that was to pleasure the orcs and give them no reason to consider cooking the princess.

To start, she focused on the massive, disgusting cock in her mouth. It had been marinating in the crotch guard of his armor for days,and the putrid stench of his crotch filled her nose as she tasted the sweat on his cock.

Despite the disgust, though, she went about her duty with the same dedication that she'd displayed as a knight. Although she could only fit several inches in her mouth, she was still applying the most pleasure that she could to it, and the wet snorts and grunts told her that it was giving him pleasure.

"She aims to please," Grax said with a snort. "Let us see if you do too."

Karowyn may have been a princess, but her father had given her ample opportunities to gain experience. As she lowered her mouth over the thick, knobby head and shaft, she looked up at her new master. The oddity was not lost on her. She, an elvish princess, sucking the cock of a mere orcish war captain.

She may have been delivering hidden barbs with her congratulations before, but she wasn't wrong. Raping her was going to make him a legend, and she knew that the fucking she would endure would be sung about for centuries to come.

She felt a hint of sorrow for her loyal friend and knight, but she knew that she too would live on in the legends. The loyal elvish knight who sacrificed herself so that a new dynasty of orcs could be bred in her princess's cunt.

"Unffff," the orc growled above her. "You are not wrong. Your mouth prepares my plow well. Your fields have never seen its like!"

With her hands tied behind her back, Gadriel couldn't even consider resisting as Snargle pulled his cock out of her mouth then lifted the shaft, exposing his balls."

"Lick them, elf cunt!" he ordered as he buried her face against them.

It was humiliating beyond compare, but Gadriel saw it as an opportunity. The more disgusting the demand, the more she could prove her determination to be pleasurable to them. She began to lick the heavy globes hanging beneath his cock, swallowing the bitter, pungent-tasting slime that had once been sweat.

"Yessssss," he snorted and groaned. "She is a good little whore!"

Out of the corner of her eye, Karowyn watched as her friend debased herself.

"Mmmm, watch how she proves herself, determined to do whatever you ask. Your cum will be an honor for her, Master Orc."

Grax's massive cock was fully hard and glistening with the princess' saliva.

"What say you, Brother? Is it time to plow their fields?" Snargle asked.

"Yessss," Grax replied with a grin. "Let's ravage these elvish cunts!"

The decree drew a round of shouts in celebration from the orcs who were watching. Two each gripped the elves by their arms and dragged them over to the beam. Each was bent at the waist over the log, exposing their asses and cunts in the air.

Looking over at her knight, the appreciation shown through Karowyn's eyes and said what her mouth could not. The smile that Gadriel returned told her she understood, and knew her role.

Ever lightening the mood, the princess smiled. "Your cunt must be like a swamp to finally see me in this position."

"The lowland swamps after a month of hard rain, my lady." Gadriel said with a smile. "It is an honor...you know...imagine all of the brave elvish warriors who have been where we are now. Bent over this log as their orcish captors prepared to claim what is rightfully theirs."

"This rape will live on in song for centuries to come, my friend! The day the princess and her knight were raped by the brave Orc Captains, GRAX and SNARGLE!"

"HAIL TO THEE, VICTORS! WE ARE YOUR PRIZE"

Gadriel looked into her lady's eyes as she felt the fat, hot cock of her rapist begin to push into her. The princess was not wrong as to the state of Gadriel's pussy. It was dripping as Snargle began to fill her.

"Yes, use the worthless twat," Karowyn goaded. "She failed to protect me, and now her body is rightfully yours. Please fuck her hard and hurt her, great Snargle, for I would have her shed tears in penance for her failure to me."

"My lady!" Gadriel gasped, but the effect of the humiliation was working on the knight, and she moaned as the head of Snargle's cock filled her. "OOwwwww!" Gadriel cried as she felt herself stretched too wide. "It hurts so terribly,"

"Make your pain an offering to your new lord and to me!" Karowyn ordered.

"My lord?" Gadriel winced.

"Yes, for I am certain that Snargle will no doubt mount me as well after he has wet himself inside your paltry cunt. By the gods, I will bear twins -- a child to each of my new husbands and masters."

"AAaggghhHH!" Gadriel cried as tears filled her eyes. "M-my pain. For you, my p-princess. And for your husbaaaAAAAAAAGh!"

"Put your cock in me now, Grax!" Karowyn ordered. "Make me cum while my friend suffers. I would enjoy her ruination with your shaft inside me."

Karowyn was amazed at how aroused she felt. Even bound and bent over the beam, ready to receive an orc's erection inside her, she felt herself ever the princess. And Gadriel's sacrifice and suffering was her courtly entertainment.

"You look so pretty in tears," Karowyn gasped as she felt Grax rub himself between her labia. "I'm going to cum to the sight of your destruction, my love. My sweet, pathetic Gadriel, failed knight of her majesty's court, now reduced to orcish rapemeat."

"OWwwww, my llaaaAAAAdddyyyyy," Gadriel cried in humiliation and pain.

When Grax shoved himself into Karowyn's pussy, she was ready to receive him, wet and dilated from watching her fellow elf suffer for her sake. He stretched her, and he poked against her cervix with his length, but his cock felt pleasurable inside her while Gadriel wept in agony.

"Oh! My husband! My Grax! Use me. Take me as your wife! I am fertile. I long to feel your child grow inside me!"

Before her capture, Karowyn would never have thought to find pleasure on a orc's cock. But so longstanding was the balance between orcs and elves. The orcs were never born as anything but male, and they needed the bodies of their distant cousins the elves to carry their seed. She felt it now as his shaft rubbed inside her canal, that this was natural. Elf for elf was the honorable way, but since her honor was destroyed the moment she was captured, this was now her purpose and her salvation.

She could feel the two eggs descending inside of her as often happened with her people. And she willed that only one of them would be fertilized by Grax's sperm so that the other might receive Snargle as its sire. She realized that when Snargle took his turn in her, his cock would be wet with Gadriel's cunt slime, and the thought made her smile.

Behind Gadriel, Snargle was thrusting and snorting and grunting like the piggish orc he was. His disgusting drool hung out of his mouth, slowly extending down to her back and pooling there.

"MY PRINCESSSS! OH FUCK, MY PRINCESSSSSS! BY THE GODS HE'S DESTROYING MY CUNT!!"

His massive, long cock was hammering into her cunt. She could feel him pounding into her insides painfully as her cunt was stretched beyond it's limits. But this was her penance. This was her sacrifice to ensure her Princess's survival, and as Gadriel watched the massive orc fucking Karowyn's gorgeous body, she knew it was meant to be. She would ensure that her highness Karowyn would become an orc's queen and breed him countless grunts. After all, elves could live for millennia, and the thought of her being bred by her sons and grandsons and great grandsons only confirmed what she had to do.

Behind Karowyn, Grax was experiencing a sensation he'd never felt before. He'd never gained the honor of raiding in the past, and therefore had never fucked an elf. But their assholes couldn't compare to the swamp that was pleasuring his cock at that moment. Further, Karowyn seemed destined to be his. She took his massive cock, moaning as her tight wet cunt enveloped every inch of it, even as it pushed up into her stomach.

"YESSSS!" He growled in lust. "You will be my queen! You will bare my heirs, and their heirs, and their heirs!!!"

"Yes, my husband!" she moaned. "Pump your hot orcish seed into your elvish queen! Let me bear your children! I long to feel them move inside me; to feel their mouths upon my tits! To spread my legs for our children!"

"AGHHHHH!" he screamed. "HERE I CUM, ELVISH WHORE! PREPARE FOR YOUR HUSBAND'S SEEED!"

The orcs watching on screeched in honor of the occasion.

Grax buried his cock inside Karowyn as he unleashed his semen. It was nothing like human cum or elvish cum. It was thick and green and putrid. It shot forth like massive globs, pumping into her and filling every crevice within her. The sensation was more than she could withstand, and as she screamed out in ecstasy, she did what she never would've imagined. She came on an orc's cock.

Gadriel's sobs had subsided and her tear-stained face was fixed in a permanent grimace as her whole body was bucked and rocked by Snargle's thrusts. She gritted her teeth, grunting as she imagined all of the others who had bent over that very same spot, having their cunts savaged by massive orc cocks.

"Cum for him, my princess," she moaned, taking comfort in the sight of her royalty cumming on the orc's cock. "Take his child."

As Grax's cum filled her, Karowyn felt her transformation complete. The sensation of taking his putrid seed was the punctuation mark at the end of her former life. She was no longer and elvish princess. She was an orc mother, a queen in her own right.

She felt his sperm swimming in her canal and marveled at their speed. She would be pregnant within seconds. She closed her eyes and looked within. Her elven magic allowed her to envision the miracle inside her womb. She watched in bliss as the green sperm encircled her opalescent egg. Then one, just one incredible, green sperm wriggled its way into the egg, changing it. The color immediately shifted from the brightest white to the same vile green of orc cum.

"Ah!" she cried out in joy. "Grax, my love, your child grows within me."

The change that came over her was drastic. The elven love for nature was stamped out. She saw the elves for what they were: weak. She had been weak as an elf, hence her position over this beam. Gadriel was weak. If the bitch had been in heat, perhaps her life could have been redeemed but now...

Karowyn looked over at her friend...at the thing that used to be her friend. She still felt that connection inside of herself somewhere, but it was buried under the knowledge that elves must die. Her own sons would see to that. She smiled at the thought of how many elvish lives would fall under her sons' swords. How many elf bitches would her boys bend over this same beam? The idea thrilled her.

Gadriel gasped when she saw Karowyn's face. She had heard the legends of orcish impregnation, but no one have ever lived to tell the tale truly. Now she would take this knowledge to her own grave. No, there would be no grave. She would be eaten, and her bones would be cast to the hellhound.

"Sweet husband," Karowyn said to Grax as he pulled his shaft from her gaping cunt with the sound of slop and slime. "Doesn't our puppy need some pleasure too? Cut me free that I may bless its cock with my mouth while you prepare the elf bitch for the fire."

Grax smiled a grimace that would have curdled the milk in an elf mother's tits had she seen it. But Karowyn was no longer elf, and she saw her husband's grimace for what it was: power and pleasure. He took his knife and cut her bonds, knowing that she was his now.

Snargle ripped his cock from Gadriel's twat. Karowyn saw the girl's pussy gaping wide and dripping with green slime, and she couldn't help herself. She used her new freedom to taste her first sample of elven cunt.

Gadriel squealed as she felt her sensitive hole ravished from within by her princess's tongue. Then those beautiful, royal lips closed over her clit. She thought that her princess was gone when she saw her face, but now her lady was tasting her cunt as she'd always wanted. Surely the rest was a trick? Karowyn had duped the foolish orcs into believing that she was theirs, but really she was....

"OWWW!" Gadriel cried out as she felt Karowyn bite down on her clitoris.

"Mmmmm," Karowyn sighed. "When we roast her, save the pussy for me. I want to devour this ruined hole myself."

Gadriel cried, not just at the physical pain, but at the loss of her friend. Her tears formed a puddle beneath her as she was lifted from the beam, still bound and carried toward the fire. She saw her princess -- no, their queen -- get down on her knees before the hellhound and reach beneath its belly to stroke its sheath.

As Snargle got a long bar ready to spit Gadriel upon for roasting over the fire, Grax walked over to his wife as she knelt by his dog.

"Elf is a delicacy most savory when basted in the cum of a hellhound," he said, looking down at his queen as she grovelled beneath the dog. Karowyn looked up at him and smiled. The sight of her, on her knees, smiling up at her orc lord, turned Gadriel's stomach more than the smell of Snargle's body odor.

"I will gather his cum, my husband, that we may baste the stupid elf in it. But wouldn't it be sweeter to let your puppy take its full pleasure inside the elf's cunt? Then we could scoop the basting from her womb and slather it on her skin."

Gadriel's tears turned to sobs as Grax praised his new wife.

"Make it so!" he ordered Snargle. Then he watched as his queen put her mouth on the hellhound's cock and started sucking to make him hard.

As Karowyn massaged and licked the hell hound's massive cock which even still continued to grow, she felt a connection to the beast that she realized must have been innate to the orcs. It, too, seemed to realize she was a master now and panted as the elvish-orc queen serviced him.

When it was finally at full staff, Karowyn almost felt sorry for her one-time friend....almost. The enormous shaft was unlike anything she'd ever seen. Covered in slime, the erection was easily four feet long and seven inches wide. It was an elf-slayer to say the least, and she longed to see it destroy the cunt of her ex-knight.

On her hands and knees a few feet away, Gadriel sobbed. She had failed. She'd allowed her princess to be captured, and now she wasn't even a true elf any longer. She knew she should be strong like a warrior, but she could feel the thuds as the hellhound approached, and as she looked back, she whimpered at the sight of its erection. She was shaking as the beast stepped over her, it's enormous body hovering above her. She screamed in fear as she felt it's narrow, dog-like tip press against her cunt.

"No, pleaseee....don't do this!" she begged of anyone who would listen.

As Karowyn approached, she gave a wicked smile to her friend.

"Now now, elvish warrior...try to be brave. I know it's a futile hope as our race is weak beyond compare, but I don't want you to make it any harder on my puppy than it has to be. He hates when victims squirm."

"Right, sweet one?" she said as she stroked the massive jowls of the beast who opened its mouth. She licked its tongue as a kiss, receiving a mouthful of slobber which she swallowed with delight.

"Mmmm, rape the elf, my sweet puppy."

"My princess! Please! Gods! NOOOOO!!" Gadriel screamed as her body was stuffed by the hellhound's cock over and over.

"The dumb whore thinks I care about it," Karowyn laughed.

"Make sure the spit is ready for roasting her body," Grax barked.

"It's ready, sir," Snargle replied.

"Then come and take your prize with our new wife and whore," Grax said, pushing Karowyn toward Snargle.

The sight of Snargle's thick shaft swinging between his legs made Karowyn swoon. She groped her breasts and licked her lips as she watched her second new husband saunter toward her. She knew his cock was going to stretch her even more than Grax had, and she was looking forward to it.

"OOWWWWW! PLEASE!" Gadriel continued to beg, but Karowyn only had eyes for her pig-orc husband.

As he approached her, he leaned down and bent his head. Karowyn opened her mouth to receive his tongue. His breath, foul with rot, smelled to her like power and lust. His slimy tongue thrusting between her lips melted her heart, and she felt a yearning to give her whole self to the orc.

Then he pushed her to her knees. She felt so happy and useful to be made to bow before her husband. Her hefty tits bounced as he knees struck the ground. Then his cock was in her face, and she felt its heat.

As she opened her mouth and let him feed her his thick shaft, she tasted elvish cum on him and shivered. She remembered yearning to taste Gadriel as her longtime companion. Now she tasted the elf as what all elves truly were -- a worthless waste only good for raping and eating. She licked Snargle's shaft clean, happy to take away the stupid elven whore cum before he shoved it in her pussy to impregnate her other egg.

She loved the width of his shaft and the way his greedy hands held her head still while he shoved it deeper and deeper into her throat. She felt so fulfilled as it pushed past her gullet and down inside of her, stretching her throat and causing tears of pain and joy to flood her eyes.

She only wished she could praise her new husband while also taking him in her throat, but alas, all she could utter were gurgles and slurps as he held her head still and fucked her face. But the bliss showed in her eyes as Snargle looked down on his new wife-pet. When he was ready for her, he lay down on the ground and ordered her to mount him.

"Of course!" she thought. "Why should my husband do all the work? Why should he do any of the work? I will impale myself on him and fuck him until he gives me his pleasure."

She straddled his hefty frame and held his erection against her body, measuring how much of her would be filled by his shaft, and she trembled with glee as she saw that his cock -- assuming she could take it all -- would pierce her cervix and shoot the seed straight into her womb.

The pressure his head caused against her pussy felt incredible. With Gadriel's screams as the backdrop, she lowered herself onto Snargle's cock, pushing herself down. The feeling of being spread apart, making way for him was exquisite. She felt like he was shoving her aside, as was his right, to drive in and claim the prize of her egg waiting to be fertilized.

"My lord and husband," Karowyn moaned. "You stretch me so wide! The pain fills my brain with nothing but the longing for more pain. But I'm too tight to receive you. Please. Help me be fucked by your cock!"

Snargle smiled and reached up to take her hips. His rough, calloused hands felt so strong and powerful against her skin as they dug into her. The ferocity in his grip made her gasp as he pulled her down, splitting her ever wider as she took his shaft.

His cock distended her belly. She didn't stretch as much as Gadriel did for the dog cock, but she loved the feeling of being stuffed, how her insides had to rearrange themselves in order to receive her husband's powerful member.

"It hurts so wonderfully," she whimpered.

Snargle smiled a fierce grin before lifting her up and slamming her back down to his belly. In no time, his new wife-whore was moaning, gasping, crying out his name. Her insides rubbed against him so tightly. Soon Snargle was grunting, gasping, as he quickened his thrusts. The pain, though she loved it, made Karowyn swoon, and her husband turned her body around and let her lie back on his belly as he finished his pleasure inside her.

She gasped in agonizing ecstasy as she felt his hot, sticky cum spraying into her. She had not the strength to enact her magic this time. She merely trusted that his seed was as strong as his body, that his swimmers would find their mark.

Then she felt it. The turn. Her mind grew deliciously dark as her second egg was fertilized and took root in her womb. She was twice-over an orc's bitch now, twice-over a wife-whore. She was mother to the two orcs who would murder her people and rape her mother and sister. The pain drove her into the magic, and she saw her own son -- this child of Snargle -- bending his grandmother over the beam to rape her cunt. It was the most beautiful vision she'd ever received. She must celebrate. She must feast. It was time to roast the elf cunt.

As Snargle had finished in her, so too had the hound grown ever closer to coumming in its bitch. Karowyn painfully walked over to her old friend, and she saw the anguished look on her face. Tears flowed from the defeated elf's eyes, and she too knew it was almost over for her.

As she reached up and stroked the hound's ears, she whispered gently. "Finish, puppy. Make her yours."

As if on order, his pistoning hips began to slam harder into his victim, and his growls and whimpers said he was getting close. Gadriel gazed up with a pleading look in her eyes, but the stare that returned it was cold and heartless. There was no love for elves remaining in Karowyn's heart. The hound let loose a deep, unnerving howl as it bottomed out in Gadriel's cunt and began to cum. It was like a hose; a torrential flood of thick, putrid, yellow jizz filled the elf's raw insides. Her scream was so satisfying to Karowyn as she rubbed the hound's side.

"That's a good boy," she crooned. "Such a good boy!"

An orc soon ran over with a bucket as it appeared that the hound would pull out soon, and Karowyn placed it under the elf's cunt. When he did pull out, it was like a flood. The thick seed spilled out, filling the air with its pungent odor as Gadriel sobbed in helplessness.

Seeing her friend's gaping cunt, Karowyn didn't hesitate to plunge her arm inside, scooping out globs of cum which she began to rub over the elf's body. The smell and the feeling, knowing what lay ahead, unnerved Gadriel even more. But she knew there was no point in begging. She looked on as her former princes gave her a malicious grin and spread the seed over her face.

"This will make you oh so delicious, elf. I can't wait to feast on your ruined pussy. It will be the perfect nutrition for my sons," she said rubbing her belly.

As the hound walked away and she finished basting Gadriel, Karowyn turned and smiled at Snargle. "My valiant husband...I believe she's ready for the fire."

He walked over as Gadriel watched in horror, carrying an eight-foot-long rod fashioned from Iron. Two orcs held Gadriel on her hands and knees as Snargle lined it up with her ass.

Karowyn listened in glee as the elf screamed out as her virgin asshole was penetrated by the iron. Her sobs and screams intensified as it was pushed through her body and finally emerged from her mouth. The look of shock and horror was priceless to the new orc queen. With no more ceremony, the brave elvish warrior was lifted onto the spit as she slowly began to cook

While the camp waited for their meal, Karowyn moved to further solidify the legend of her coronation. Orcs could be fickle creatures, she knew, and they might need incentive to recount the tales they witnessed that day. One by one, the orcs were serviced by their new queen's mouth. As befitting her new orcish mind, she savored the feeling of satisfying her warriors. They'd fought valiantly and deserved their just rewards

"My brave warrior," she would say as orc after orc stepped up to offer his meat to the queen on her knees. "While my pussy hole is for breeding by strong captains like Grax and Snargle, I want you to know that your valor deserves my mouth. Give me your cum so that it might nourish the orc whelps growing inside of me."

Karowyn loved the powerful way the warriors held her head and fucked her mouth. It made her pussy so wet to know that her mouth was their toy. And she made sure to swallow every drop of their hot cum.

As she knelt beside the fire, her once-friend, almost-lover was turning slowly over the flames. She could hear the sizzle of Gadriel's flesh, and despite the loads of cum she'd eaten, she craved the girl's pussy.

After servicing all her warriors, Karowyn sauntered over to her husbands as they stood next to the spit. Her sexual appetite mirrored her physical one. She stroked both husbands' cocks, hoping for more action.

"You have one hole as yet unused," Grax told her.

"MMMmmmm, and your rod would fit so nicely in it," she replied.

"No," he responded. "Mine is not the one for you to please." Grax gestured to the hellhound lying on its side, licking its own member. As Karowyn turned and saw her husband's intention, she quivered inside.

"The mighty orc-elf-queen, taking a hellhound up her ass. Never has this been spoken of in legend," she said.

"Then let a new legend begin," Grax ordered, pushing her toward the giant dog.

"My good boy," Karowyn purred. The creature lay on its side. Having licked itself, the sword was out of the sheath, and she could see the size of it.

"Are you ready to fuck Mommy's ass?" she asked, reaching down to stroke its belly. The dog smiled, letting its tongue loll out its head and kicking its leg. "Like this?" She asked. "You want me to mount you while you lie there in bliss?"

The idea thrilled her. She loved the idea of not only giving her body to the dog's pleasure but of her doing all the work to create that pleasure. She smiled as she crawled up onto it.

"Your cock is so big, and my ass is so tight," she said, taking the hard shaft and rubbing it against her pussy for moisture "It will feel so good to you, won't it? To use me like this. Mmmmm, and your cum will fill my bowels."

Grax and Snargle watched as their queen pushed against the beast's cock, spreading, opening ever so slowly to receive it.

Her husbands saw that she was too weak to impale herself, so they helped her, pushing roughly against her shoulders to make her be impaled on the dog's shaft.

"Oh my gods!" she cried out as the monstrous phallus filled her belly. "You're so big, doggy! Take me. I want to feel your thrusts."

Karowyn knew that no elven prisoner had ever debased themselves by being fucked in the ass by a dog. Listening to her friend's body sizzle on the spit, she felt sad that there were no witnesses to carry the legend back to her father's ears about how the great and beautiful Karowyn had fucked a dog with her own ass. Oh well, perhaps she could show them when they took the citadel upon invading her country.

She loved the feeling of fullness the dog's cock gave her. She felt like the ultimate slut, taking a hellhound up her ass. Now that he was in, she started working for his pleasure, kicking with her legs to raise herself up off his shaft before letting gravity cause her to be filled again.

"Fuck me, my sweet pet," she moaned, and it wasn't long until she felt her new best friend start to fidget.

"Mmmmm, Mommy's baby is so close," she crooned. "Give Mommy your hot cum, doggy. I want to feel it squirt into me so badly."

The hellhound's grunts became louder and louder until suddenly, it was howling its pleasure to the night. There was so much cum inside Karowyn, flooding her body that it found every exit it could -- especially her mouth as the dog cum sprayed through her system.

Karowny collapsed on the hound until her husbands dragged her body off and laid her in the dirt. The they pushed a plate into her hands. She looked down to see the wrinkled labia of Gadriel's pussy, and she felt ravenous.

Grax and Snargle watched happily as she devoured her dear friend's pussy, ripping it with her teeth as if it were a cow steak. And the smile on Karowyn's face as she swallowed down the roasted twat told them that she'd be just as likely to enjoy eating her own father's cock after they took the citadel someday.

As Karowyn looked up at her friend, she could see tears streaming as pieces of her were sliced off. She gave her one last wicked smile before her eyes rolled back in death.