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The Last Elf 2
copyright 2003 by Stormbringer
Stormbringer_stories@hotmail.com




Oblag shuffled his huge booted feet and looked longingly back into
Fiswen. Smoke rose from a few burning buildings and he could hear the
occassional clash of steel, battle cries, or the screams of mercy from
captured women. The orc next to him growled mornfully wishing he too
were joining in on the fun. The battle hadn't been going as well as
expected, a large, armed party of humans had been out hunting and caught
the orcs mid-pillage. Now, the village was split into spheres of control
and many human women had made it to the human controlled areas.   

"Pussy!" The orc beside him shouted suddenly.

"Cocksucker," replied Oblag drawing a barbed axe from his belt.

"Not you stupid, a pussy, coming up the road."

Oblag looked down the street. A Bedwin woman had come out of the woods,
moving slowly towards the city. Like all Bedwin a cloak covered her
entire body to hide her husband's wealth. "Ragnarok's cock! A woman, and
she's coming this way. I get her pussy."

The other gate guard looked about to protest, but backed down for Oblag
was the bigger male. "I get her mouth then...and her ass."

"Done. I've been waiting ten winters for some pussy." Orc women were so
few these days, that neither orc had ever been with a woman. The few
raids they had previously joined, had netted little plunder. "Hope she's
got big tits."

"Most Bedwin bitches do. Shit, my cock's hard already."

"Mine too, lets get her." Oblag and the other orc started walking
towards the unsuspecting woman. They were both limping from their
hardons until undoing their breeches and freeing their big cocks. Oblag
was proud to see he was the bigger male in more ways then one. The
other's cock looked under eleven inches and his own passed a foot in
length, above average for an orc warrior. He couldn't wait to see if
pussy felt as good as he was told.

Both orcs died virgins.

The other orc reached her first. The Bedwin suddenly sprouted steel from
under her cloak and Oblag watched a jet of bloodsperm shoot up from
where the orc's head had been. He didn't even get his axe out before a
throwing dagger took him in the forehead knocking his helmet off. Oblag
fell to his knees in time to see the Bedwin pull of her headpiece. He
thanked Ragnarok, he hadn't been killed by a mere woman when he saw the
narrow male face with pointy ears just before he died.

*******************

Hawksil took off the rest of the cloak as Suzara ran out of the forest
carrying his bow and quiver. The woman was nude, but for the gold
covering her body. She looked uncomfortable being revealed in public and
swiftly ran to retrieve her cloak. "Not quite yet Suzara. Keep your
clothes off."

Suzara didn't complain. She was completely infatuated with the elf's two
cocks and hadn't argued with him the whole way to the village. Even now,
she wished she were back by the stream fucking him even with her town on
fire and her husband missing somewhere in there.

They ran the whole way here, probably twenty miles with only a short nap
last night and a brief stop. Hawksil's cum had given her the strength to
keep up with him and she had swallowed another load this morning after
napping. She still felt refreshed and energetic.

They stopped in a small cave outside his valley and the elf had
retrieved a chain male coat which glittered silver and gold in the
sunlight when he put it on. It looked brand new, but Hawksil had
explained he'd put it there for safekeeping fifty years before when he'd
exiled himself to the valley to meditate. It hung over his buckskin
breeches and he covered the chain with his shirt as well as his cloak.
The cloak was hooded and always seemed to blend in with his
surroundings, whether forest or stone.

Hawksil tested his bow, nocked an arrow and they marched towards
Fiswen's gate.

****************

Fangar had a fifteen inch cock. The warchief of the Ogrum mountain tribe
never wore breeches because the big thing couldn't be confined when it
got hard. Instead, he wore a chain loincloth, but still the green knobby
head and several inches swung visible to all including the terrified
human mother.     

The woman stared at the rising cock through tear blurred eyes for Fangar
was standing over the dead body of her husband. She clutched a  small
child to her bosom. The woman wasn't wearing her cloak and they weren't
too wealthy. Her breast plates were little more then nipple rings and
the hint of areola peaked out around them. Granted, they were obviously
big nipples. 
They hadn't been rich enough to cover her pussy with gold either and
Fangar's cock turned completely hard as he stared at it. She only had
one small gold chain around her waist, gold earings, and a gold ring in
her navel. No, not rich at all, but Fangar was here for pussy more then
gold. This woman would the 99th to bear his baby and the thirteenth he'd
knocked up on this raid alone. Upon impregnating his hundredth female,
Fangar would be welcome to Ragnarok's mead hall for eternity where his
days would be spent fighting and the hundred mother's of his children
would be his sluts at night. "Give me the child," he growled hefting his
scimitar. The curved sword had flakes of obsidian stuck in it giving the
vicious weapon a serrated edge.

"Noo, not my baby," she wailed.

"The child can live, his brother will need a slave. Come to me." Oblag
unhooked his loincloth and let it fall to the floor. The woman looked
horrified at the sight of his huge green cock. It was dark and traversed
by puffy white veins coursing with bloodsperm. A rope with a knot on top
circled the base and he untied it, the ballsac hitting the floor, his
big testicals swinging freely now. The woman wailed again when she saw
his huge nut sack. They had to be big for they pumped bloodsperm
throughout his entire body. His heart was only a filter for the potent
seed. "Wipe, that shit off your nose and I'll make you forget all about
your mate's little dick."

The mother had wiped animal dung under her nose to keep the cock stank
from affecting her. She went over to a pail of water and started wiping
her nose, while the child watched from a cot. Women of all races
couldn't resist orc cock stank. The smell turned them into sluts hungry
for orc sperm and orc cock. Once the smell was gone they'd come to their
senses, but by then it was usually too late. 

The woman sobbed as she cleaned off her nose. When clean, she turned her
head and found Fangar had moved forwards, his cock was pointing right at
her mouth. "Oh my," she said staring at it. The big orc watched her
expression change quickly from grief stricken and fearful to amazed,
then lustful. "I had no idea," she said reaching up to grasp it. "It's
so big." She arched her back and ran the tip of his cock across her
breasts using the knobby head to flick off her nipple disks. Her nipples
were long and thick and must of been painfully pushing into the disks.
She pulled forward on his cock, a drop of precum forming on the tip of
the orc's huge cock, precum that rivaled a human male's orgasm. She
rubbed the tip of his cock around her nipple making the hard little
knobs glisten with precum. "You've got to let me suck on this monster?"

"Do it slut."

"Thank you." The human nodded her head excitedly and moved the cockhead
up to her mouth, pausing only to inhale a big whiff of it through her
nose. She twirled her tongue around it, greedily lapping up his precum.
Fangar grunted as her tongue dipped into his pee-slit. She took the head
in her mouth, quickly gagging. Having the biggest cock in the tribe made
him chief, but it had it's drawbacks and never getting a proper blow job
was one of them. "Your too big master," sobbed the woman. She was crying
again, this time with frustration.  
 
"Use your fucking hands slut."

"Oh thank you master." The woman still looked unhappy she couldn't
swallow the whole thing, but she settled on slurping on the head while
using both her hands to jerk off his shaft. He watched her trying to
milk his cock for awhile. He loved seeing his big cock sticking out of a
slut's mouth, but it was foolish of him. Each time he came weakened him
a bit from bloodsperm loss, and he'd cum a lot this raid.
The big orc figured it would be prudent to forego the blowjob. "Ready to
get fucked slut?"

"By the gods, I've never been readier, Master."

"Get on all fours on the cot."

Fangar watched the woman push her child out of the way and kneel facing
away from him on the cot. Her pussy slit was driping wet, already
engorged and spread apart in anticipation. He didn't keep her waiting.
He placed his big green hands on her waist and pushed his hips so that
the head of his cock rested between her spread pussy lips. The fat head
moved forward and the lips stretched wider then they'd ever been
stretched until slightly closing as the head disappeared.

"Oh master, it's so big," moaned the woman.

"Is it good slut?"

"Oh, it's so good. I...I...Aaahh." She shuddered as the orgasm overtook
her.

Fangar took the opportunity to push more in. The woman's pussy was going
crazy around his cock. It clamped down around every inch, only to
balloon up seconds later as her juices gave it a fresh coat of
lubrication. Her pussy muscles felt like they were milking his cock and
the orc chief grew impatient, starting to slam his cock home now. His
right hand squeezed her ass cheek before he brought his thick thumb with
it's black sharpened fingernail over to her tight little bunghole. It
always excited him to see an unused anus with it's tightly puckered
sphincter. He pushed his thumb through her sphincter and the woman
screamed in orgasm again. He wanted to break her ass in, but he was
growing weak and slut number 100 was still out there.

Fangar fucked her hard, also fucking her ass with his thumb. He came,
the woman screaming with pleasure. He felt weak as he pulled it out. The
woman's pussy seemed reluctant to release it. The head fell out with a
popping sound. "More, fuck me more," she moaned still pushing her hips
back towards his crotch. 

Fangar's two bodyguards stood just inside the door, saliva drooling down
their fangs. He looked over at the girl. She was pretty and would be
worth keeping as a personal slave, but sensed he could do better. There
were still plenty of women in this town left to capture. "Take her," he
said to the two orcs. "The gold is mine."

"Master! Help me!" screamed the woman as the two orcs began undressing.
"Please don't leave...oh my." Her hand was already caressing the first
visible cock. "So big and hard."

Fangar left the room to find a battle to join picturing his triumphant
tribe marching into the mountains with beautiful slave-sluts tied to
crucifixes. Standards that would draw more orcs and more tribes to
follow him. When he was strong enough, he'd lead a horde into the human
lands and the orcs would never go horny again.

***************

Five orcs limped after the woman. They limped because her voluptous body
had turned their cocks hard seconds after they noticed her running
towards them. The woman was one of the most divine creatures they had
ever seen and she was filthy rich. Her bosom was huge, yet most of her
tit flesh was covered with gold breasts plates studded with gems. She
wore a large gold loincloth, gold bands, bracelets, and a tiara in her
long golden hair. Her belly glowed red in the sunlight as the beams
reflected off a large ruby in her navel. The wealth was nice, but it was
her body that drew their attention.

The woman ran when she saw the orcs. She looked unsullied, yet her
Bedwin cloak was missing. She must of escaped another band of raiders
before the cock stank got in her nose. Well their loss was our gain.  
 
The first two only had eight inch cocks so their erections weren't quite
the burden the bigger orcs were. They reached the woman just as she
disappeared around a corner and found themselves staring at two arrow
heads in a drawn bow. The woman had squatted under the bow. Two arrows
were resting on the yew bow, both drawn, their iron heads about seven
inches apart. Then the arrows were gone, the first orc noticing a pain
in his chest while the second's hands clutched his throat and made
gargling noises. 

The largest orc was known as Mad Mary, because his father hated him and
was still a lot bigger then Mad Mary so the bitter orc couldn't kill him
yet. He watched the next two orcs round the corner and froze as
bloodsperm spayed out of a hole in the first's back and an arrow
appeared in the chest of the second standing behind him. Mad Mary drew
his sword and hit the wall. He listened, but there was no sound from the
first two orcs.  All four had died within seconds! 

Mad Mary stared at the corner, readying his sword as the tip of an arrow
appeared, then a drawn bow. He roared, swinging the sword forward and
around the wall. His blade caught the long brown hair of an opponent
that was rapidly dropping to the ground. Mad Mary recovered quickly,
bringing his sword up to plunge the point downward, but his enemy had
already dropped the bow and drawn a long hunting knife from his boot.
The knife was rising up into the joint connecting his breast plate with
the chain mail around his crotch. The blade ripped across his abdomen
and the big orc fell face forward.  

******************

"Is it safe mother?"

"Yes, dear." 

Missa was eighteen winters old and quite shapely. She was to be married
in two tendays when she'd lose her virginity. She was hiding in her
parents dressing room, nude since she was inside and hadn't had time to
grab her Bedwin cloak when someone started trying to bust their door in.
Her father was behind a barricade out on the street, but there had been
battle sounds as the orcs attacked. The fight had gone like this all day
with attacks and counter attacks, losing streets to orcs and reclaiming
streets. 

Missa's mother smiled at her, greenish white flakes covered her face
from her eyes down, the heaviest concentration on her chin. Missa was
totally nude, unadorned since she was unmarried and had no wealth to
wear. As her mother opened the door, the teen noticed her mother was
also unadorned and more of the greenish white flakes covered her bare
breass, belly, and was so heavy around her crotch that it matted her
pubic hair. "Mother, what's going on?" she asked as her mother opened
the door all the way to reveal five orcs standing in the room. The
beasts were already nude and their cocks were rising at the sight of the
hot young girl.

"Trust me Missa, you'll love it." Her mother smiled lovingly at her and
pulled her into the room.

"As the biggest here, I claim the right to impregnate her," growled a
muscular orc as he grabbed Missa's shoulders. 

"Please don't," cried Missa. "Let me go." The orc forced her to her
knees until the ugly thirteen inch cockhead was rubbing all over her
face leaving a slimy trail of precum from cheek to cheek. Missa clamped
her mouth shut moving her head away from the green monstrosity, but she
needed to breathe. As Missa inhaled through her nose, the cock stank hit
her and she quit struggling. She stared fascinated at the bulbous
cockhead before leaning forward to kiss it. The kiss turned to licks,
then the entire head was in her mouth as she sucked on it.

"Ass," called one orc.

"Mouth," agreed the other."

Missa was sucking on half the big one's cock now trying not to gag. The
ass and mouth orcs were standing beside her waiting their turn, she
grabbed their smaller nine and ten inch cocks and started stroking them
as she sucked off the leader.

The big male pulled his cock out and roughly pulled Missa to her feet.
The young woman stared fascinated at her mother as the teen was led over
to her parents bed. Her mother was kneeling between two orcs slurping on
a rather large cock while getting fucked from behind by a cock almost as
large as Missa's master's.

Her master laid down on the bed and held his cock up to the roof. "It's
breeding time bitch." 
The orc had a hard muscular body, his broad, green chest covered with
coarse black hair as was his hairy crotch. "Mount me," he ordered,
grinning and baring yellowish fangs. 

Missa stood over her master and slowly squatted. Her young pussy was wet
and ready for the large appendage. She looked down at the cock, greenish
white fluid pouring down from the tip to lubricate it. She lowered
herself until the head rubbed against her slit. Missa moaned as her
pussy lips spread apart for the head stretching wider until the head
began to enter her. Impatient, Missa pushed down hard. She bit her lip
in pain as the head ripped past her hymen taking her virginity. The pain
soon faded and was replaced by the most intense pleasure of the girl's
young life. "I like this cock," she cried as her legs gave out and she
impaled herself on the monstrosity.

*****************

"Orcs aren't the best archers, but eventually they'll hit something,"
said Hawksil. He and Suzara were watching orcs on a roof top firing
arrows down into a small group of trapped human warriors. "Stay here."

The orcs never knew what hit them. Three were dead before they thought
to look behind them. One orc tumbled forward off the roof to fall before
the humans. The arrow had passed through him and the other orcs thought
he had slipped. They laughed as he hit the ground with a splat. The
second orc to die was in the rear. He fell forward with an arrow in his
back. The orcs realized they were under attack when the third orc spun
around screaming an arrow stuck in his right shoulder. He twirled around
and fell off the roof.  

The remaining three turned in fear. One orc flying off the roof as an
arrow appeared in his chest. The next died as he raised his bow. The
remaing orc, eyes wide with fear now, managed to get his bow up and
drawn, but he had nothing to shoot at. The arrow took him in the
forehead.

"Who has saved us? Our thanks," called the lead human. 

"Bednard!" Suzara came out of hiding and ran to him. "It's Suzara."

Bednard couldn't recognize Suzara under her cloak. "Thank Spermes, your
pure."

"Well, not exactly," she said and the elf stepped out of concealment,
putting down the head of his cloak.

"What? Your a...it can't be. You're extinct."

"Not entirely. I am Hawksil."

"Bedwyr sent me to find the forest ghost and ask for his aid. He had no
idea it was an elf. Have you seen my husband?"

"He's defending the bazaar and most of our women are there, but first I
must check on my own family. They're barricaded in our townhouse. Come
with me, then we will find Bedwyr." They jogged down the block to where
the orcs had first overun Bednard's barricade. "There's my townh...NO!
The doors busted in."
Bednard ran towards his house.

Hawksil slung his bow over his shoulder and drew his sword and an axe
for his left hand. He followed the human into his house with the other
soldiers close behind. 

The fight was easy, a massacre even. The five orcs were too busy fucking
the two women. Bernard went mad, howling as he swung his sword and the
orc's head flew from his shoulders. Hawksil's reflexes had observed the
situation within seconds of entering the room. The orc fucking the older
woman was already orgasming when he lost his head and the woman was
already covered in dried bloodsperm. The girl on the other hand, had
smooth, clean skin despite the fact that three orc were plugging all her
holes.

The orc she was riding was the most dangerous, but the elf couldn't get
to him through the others. Hawksil threw his axe and without watching
it's progress, grabbed the orc fucking the girl's ass. The elf slid his
sword across the neck of the orc in his hand turning the beast sideways
just as it's cock discharged sending a blast of bloodsperm against the
wall. He dropped the gurgling orc and turned to the girl. His axe had
struck the orc she was sucking off right in the forehead and it had
fallen backwards, it's cock still hard.

"MISSA!" Bednard had killed his second orc and was turning towards his
daughter. The big orc knew it was in trouble, but his hand couldn't
reach his sword laying by the side of the bed. It was struggling to get
the girl off him, but Missa was fighting to ride him screaming as she
came to blinded with lust to think of anything, but the big orc cock
filling her pussy. Hawksil reached her just as the big orc's eyes roled
up in his head and he howled. The elf yanked the girl off just as the
orc came. A big wad of sperm flew upwards of three feet to splatter on
the orc's stomach. Missa, now in Hawksil's arms struggled to get to the
orc's seed. 

The orc had succeeded in grabbing it's sword, but the bloodsperm loss
weakened it and the sword fell back to the floor with a clang just as
Bednard appeared over his marital bed with his sword tip pointed towards
the orc's stomach. The sword plunged downward. 

"I want a baby," screamed Missa thrashing about it Hawksil's strong
arms.

"Let's get her outside to the fresh air." The elf carried the struggling
girl to the door.

"But my wife?"

"It's too late for her. The girl is safe."

The older woman was kneeling on the ground jerking off the still hard
cock of a dying orc. She was covered in greenish-white sperm and looked
more lustful and wanton then she ever had with Bednard. The soldier
grabbed his wife anyway, knowing she'd be exiled from the town. 
****************

The two women sobered up quickly in the fresh air and cried quietly in
the alley as two soldiers fetched them some cloaks from Bednard's house
and some water so that the matron could clean herself up. After that,
Bednard went mad throwing himself at every orc they encountered even
blocking some easy bow shots as he ran crazily at the enemy.  
 
Luckily, they encountered few opponents, but there was a great commotion
ahead in the bazaar. "Fangar, Fangar," orcs shouted banging swords on
shields. Humans were shouting too.

They came upon the rear of the human soldiers who turned alarmed, but
relaxed when they saw more villagers. A large bald man with a big paunch
turned and said, "Bednard! You've saved three women, excellent, and
what...by Spermes an elf! But you're extinct?"

"So I'm told," sai Hawksil.

"Yes husband, an elf," said Suzara removing her hood.

Bedwyr's face shown with happiness and he embraced his wife, his grin
turning downwards as he realized the implications. "The elf is the
forest ghost?" His wife nodded. "The price, did you pay the price?"

"Yes, husband."

Bedwyr released her and flashed the elf a look filled with hatred. "Then
you're lost to me?"

"I still love you and I can still be your wife, but as long as Hawksil
lives, only he can satisfy me."

"I'm sorry, I had know idea it would be an elf."

"Don't be, it was the best experience of my life, but we can still live
as man and wife. There is more to a marriage then sex. Plus, Hawksil's
assistance has been invaluable."

"At least Suzara doesn't have an orc brat growing in her belly," said
Bednard bitterly.

Bedwyr turned to berate the soldier, but saw by the expression on his
face what had happened to his friend's wife. The two cloaked women
started sobbing. "I'm sorry my friend."

"THAT PUSSY SHALL BE MY HUNDREDTH."

The band turned towards the center of the bazaar where a big orc
strolled around beating his sword on his shield then would point it at
where Suzara stood, her long blonde hair waving in the wind blowing
through the open market. "That's a big son-of-a-bitch," said a soldier.

"FIGHT ME WORM COCKS. I AM FANGAR WAR CHIEF OF CLAN OGRUM. IF NONE OF
YOU ARE BRAVE ENOUGH SEND ME TWENTY WOMEN AND WE SHALL LEAVE YOU COWARDS
ALONE."

"I shall fight you, you big bastard."

"Bednard no, he's too good," shouted Bedwyr. Two other humans already
lay at the orc's feet. Fangar's warriors roared behind their barricade.
Bednard had already crossed the line and was approaching the big orc,
one so hung, his evil cockhead could be seen swinging under it's
loincloth. 

Hawksil saw it too. It gave him an idea. "I assume you are under arena
rules?"

"Yes, elf," hissed Bedwyr.

That meant a code of honor existed between personal combatants and
Hawksil couldn't kill the orc chief with his bow. "Then I have a plan.
How many women are here?""

In the bazzar, Bednard was as good as dead. The orc wouldn't even let
him come within reach. Fangar held his sword out poking the human
everytime Bednard tried to run up within reach. Bednard was already
bleeding from several wounds, one on his forehead that poured blood into
his eyes. The orc was laughing and circling the floundering human. The
big orc stumbled and lowered his sword.
Bednard charged, the sword biting into his legs, the serated edge
slashing into his tendon as the orc recovered quickly. It was howling
with delight, Bednard had fallen for the oldest ruse in the book. 

"ENOUGH" shouted Fangar. He held his shield over the fallen human. The
underside of the shield was razor sharp and the orc slammed it down into
Bednard's chest. "WHO IS NEXT?"

"Fangar, Fangar, Fangar," shouted the orcs behind him. They stopped when
a shining figure appeared on the wall before the humans.

"I am next," yelled Hawksil.

***************

It was a battle the like of which had not been seen in a hundred years
since the orc/elf wars.
The orc was a hulking brute wearing cruel looking armor, a sword
designed to rip flesh and would require two human hands to lift it. The
elf was lithe and agile. He had removed his cloak and stood shimmering
golden and silver hues in the sunlight in his chain mail. Hawksil's hair
was pulled back to stay out of his face. He held two swords of equal
length. Both sides, human and orc remained silent as the two opponents
slowly circled each other.

They came togther with a clash of steel. Hawksil was clearly the most
skilled swordsmen. His blades were a blur as they parried and struck,
but the orc was skilled too and there were few cracks in his armor.
Fangar kept his shield protecting his neck and other exposed areas, his
huge sword striking out whenever he saw the oportunity. The orc chief
scored several hits, but elven chain is one of the strongest substances
in the world.  

Hawksil managed to nick the orcs knee only to find himself flying
through the air to land flat on his back as Fangar slammed his shield
into him. Hawksil shook his head to clear it as the orc raised it's
sword over it's head and charged, then slowed to a stop, staring past
the elf. There was a commotion from the human lines. Hawksil could see
the orc's knobby cockhead swinging just under it's mail loincloth. The
head swelled up and started to rise.

Behind them, orc warriors were climbing their barricades and charging
the human lines. Soon their charge slowed to limping gait as every orc
sported an erection. Many stopped to adjust themselves in a hurry to
reach the women. 

Thirty human women stood naked, lining the human barricade. The orcs had
never seen so much naked female flesh. Suzara stood proud beside Missa,
thrusting her large bosom outwards. She had removed her breastplates so
that her nipples were hard and protruding in the cold air. Sunlight
sparkled off the ruby in her bellybutton and her blonde pubic hair.
There were teenage girls with their young firm breasts. There were thin
women, fat women, young and old with large saggy breasts. The orcs
didn't care they just wanted pussy.

Kneeling between each woman was a human archer. Hampered by their
erections, the orc attack was slowed and the humans got off many
volleys. The orcs returned a few, but most had left their bows behind
their lines. As the orcs neared the women, the human warriors charged.

Fangar had recovered from his shock and was bringing his sword up over
his head to strike the prone elf, but he was now sporting a fifteen inch
erection. Hawksil grabbed the tip of Fangar's big cock and yanked him
forward while bringing up his sword towards the orc's underarm. Off
balance, the big orc stumbled and cried in pain as Hawksil's sword
entered his exposed underarm and scraped on the armor on his shoulder.

Hawksil grabbed his other sword and stood as Fangar's shield fell from a
useless arm. Fangar still put up a good fight, but without his shield to
protect his exposed flesh, he was soon bleeding from a half dozen cuts
as the elf danced around him.  The battle waged around them now. The
orc's size and superior armor were offset by their erections and the
subsequent loss of blood it took to fill  such big cocks. The humans
were winning and some orcs were turning to flee the square.

Hawksil saw an opening for a kill thrust. He feinted with one sword and
struck out with the other. The sword sliced into Fangar's neck, but then
it fell from lifeless fingers before cutting too deep. Hawksil's
shoulder was on fire. He watched Fangar step back clutching at his
bleeding throat, the orc falling to one knee. Then there was a great
pain in Hawksil's calf as an arrow ripped into him under the chain mail.
The elf looked down expecting a cruelly barbed orc arrow, but instead
saw one of his own.

*****************

"As long as Hawksil lives, only he can satisfy me." Suzara's words kept
echoing through Bedwyr's mind. "As long as Hawksil lives..."

Bedwyr had stayed back from the human charge to cover the women's escape
using the elf's bow to shoot arrows at the orcs. Now the humans were
winning, Fangar was slowing down and all that stood in Bedwyr's way of
reclaiming his wife was the elf.

His first arrow struck the elf's shoulder, but didn't penetrate the
chain mail. Still, it must of hurt because the elf stumbled and dropped
his sword. Bedwyr aimed lower, putting his second arrow through the
elf's lower leg.

Hawksil turned to stare at him and Bedwyr lowered the bow. Fangar was
rising up behind the elf having pulled a dagger from his boot. He
stumbled forward prepared to stab the elf when a nude woman leaped on
him. A woman with long flowing blonde hair.

***************

Hawksil turned when he heard the woman scream. Suzara's beautiful nude
body was struggling with the orc. She held a dagger in one hand and was
stabbing him repeaedly. Most scraped the orc's armor, but one thrust
took Fangor in the chin. Orc and woman spun around and fell to the
ground with the orc's body smothering Suzara's. The orc's dagger fell at
Hawksil's feet coated with poison of some kind. Suzara had saved him.

"Suzara! My love!" Bedwyr ran towards her. The battle was over now. The
humans had lost surprisingly few, but all the big orcs were dead. Their
giant cocks had slowed them in battle and they were unable to retreat as
the nude women had driven them crazy with lust. Many of the smaller orcs
had escaped and were heading towards the mountains even now.

Hawksil limped over towards Fangar, his one arm still hanging limply,
but the feeling was starting to return. The arrow had pushed his armor
in about an inch and pinched a nerve. 
"Sorry, I was aiming for the orc," said Bedwyr running up to him.

Bedwyr and Hawksil struggled to pull Fangar's body off Suzara and some
other men came to their aid. They got the big orc off and threw him to
the side, staring in horror and disgust at Suzara.

Bloodsperm covered the woman's face and her tongue was flickering out to
lick it up. Her nude body was writhing like a bitch in heat. Orc sperm
covered her belly and her hands were busy scooping it up and shoving it
in her pussy. 
Fangar chuckled, coughing up bloodsperm. The orc' s voice rasped as
Hawksil looked down at him.  "The bitch is my hundredth. See you in
hell, elf." Hawksil pulled a throwing dagger out to finish the orc off,
but his eyes had already glazed over.

"Help her," said Hawksil turning to Bedwyr. "You men hold her arms."

"What can I do?" shrugged Bedwyr as two soldiers pulled Suzara's arms
away from her pussy causing her to howl in frustration.

"Eat her pussy, suck the sperm out."

"The Bedwin do not eat their wive's pussys, elf."

"Time to learn then," said Hawksil. He grabbed Bedwyr's neck with his
weak hand and held the dagger against the human's throat. The elf forced
the man to his knees. The other soldiers didn't interfere.

"Please don't," begged Bedwyr staring at the green tinged sperm coating
his wife's labia. Then his face was shoved into her pussy and he began
to eat.

Bedwyr's men began laughing at their leader as Hawksil released his
neck. He left the man there eatting his wife's pussy in the market
square surrounded by his soldier and the dead. The elf's heart wrenched
as Suzara gave a little moan of pleasure from an orgasm, her first with
her husband. The cries reminded Hawksil of their time together and a
tear rolled down the elf's cheek. He had lied to the man. There was no
way, Bedwyr would get all the orc sperm and one was all it took. He
limped away from the battlefield to collect his gear. 

***************

Hawksil felt feverish as he loosened his breeches. He was bare chested,
an angry purple bruise visible on his left shoulder. He had bandaged his
leg, but the wound was festering. He had taken refuge in a ruined
tavern, that had seen some orc occupation and was lying on a bed on the
second floor. 

The elf pulled his uppercock out and placed it within a large circle he
made using the fingers of both hands. The cock quickly grew to fill the
circle, twelve, fourteen, then sixteen inches. Hawksil sat up about to
commit a grievace sin amongst his people, but then they were all dead
and it was a necessary sin. 

His strong hand was already coated with honey and he began stroking his
shaft as he bent down and placed his lips around the head. 

He didn't have to sin after all. There was a creak on the stairwell and
Hawksil pulled his head up. Whoever it was had caught him in a moment of
weakness, his weapons out of reach. The door opened and a Bedwin woman
entered.

"I followed you here," she said. "By the gods! It's as big as an orcs,
but beautiful." Missa pulled off her hood staring greedily at Hawksil's
cock. 

"Missa." Hawksil felt a little faint and feverish. "I need your help.
Get me off."

"With pleasure." She dropped her cloak and stood naked before him, no
gold or jewels covered her body. She kneeled between his legs as Hawksil
fell back on the bed. "It's too big for my pussy?"

"Just jerk it and suck on the end until I cum. I need you to feed me my
sperm...it will help heal me."

Missa's only experience sucking cock was with the orc earlier that day.
Hawksil was bigger and she could do little more then put the head in her
mouth, but she gave it her best shot. She used both hands to jerk the
shaft while sucking on the head. She started moaning with lust as she
got into it. She wanted to fuck this cock, but it was too big and it
made her sad. 

"Hurry," said Hawksil. His wounds were causing him to slip in and out of
conciousness. Yet, his sexual reflexes were active and he was bucking
his hips as she sucked him.

Hawksil orgasmed and the force, amount, and taste took Missa by
surprise. She swallowed the first load inadvertently. As the warmth
spread through her body, she felt refreshed and invigorated. Her mouth
filled with cum again and she had to fight not to swallow it. She moved
up to Hawksil's face and placed her lips on his transfering his sperm
from her mouth to his. He weakly lapped at it.

Missa moved her head back down o his exposed crotch to find the big dick
still spurting cum and a large pool of it forming, fanned out from the
head. It took several trips, but she licked it all up and transfered it
to Hawksil's mouth.

Missa stared fascinated at the sixteen inch cock as it deflated. There
was a strange lump beneath it under his breeches. Curious, she pulled
them down, gasping as the second cock flew up. This one had an upward
curve and was only eight inches, smaller then an orc, but bigger then a
man's. His balls reminded her of a bull's.This was one she could fuck so
she began stripping off his boots and pants.

The elf was lying across the bed, feet on the floor, his breath rasping
as she mounted him. It felt good, real good as she ground her crotch
into his, but it was no orc cock. Just as she wished it was bigger, the
elf's cock seemed to shoot up an inch into her pussy, bigger and thicker
now. The deflated cock laying between her legs looked smaller too. Missa
came when the cock grew another inch and then another.

"So big, so good, oh fuck me, fuck me." Missa was cumming again when she
felt hands on her hips. Hawksil sat up and began kissing her as she
wrapped her legs around his back. She noticed the bruise on his back had
faded, even the pain of her tragic losses earlier in the day had faded
to a dull ache.

Something moved between her legs. His upper cock was growing again. Soon
there was a hard foot long cock between their bodies as she bounced up
and down on his other foot long cock. Elves truly were gifted creatures.

Hawksil kissed her passionately. He was lifting her by her ass, raising
her slowly up and down his shaft while she jerked off the large cock
sandwiched between them. The orgasms were weakening her, but she kept up
the pace. Hawksil was keeping up the pace too. He would lift her over
his cock faster to encourage her to speed up masturbating him. Missa
could feel the cock in her pussy growing as well as the one in her hand.
He was trying to cum at the same time and he did.

Powerful jets of sperm hosed her womb just as the cock in her hand
exploded. Missa bent her neck and caught the first wad in her mouth. The
second wad only reached her breasts, splattering on her nipples. The
third left a strand from her breasts to her bellybutton. The powerful
jets stopped, but sperm continued to pour out of his cock just as it was
doing in the one in her pussy. They collapsed side by side.
   
Later, they drank some wine in bed. "So what will you do now?" asked the
elf.

"Run my parent's business. I'll use the pofits to form a mercenary band
to hunt orcs in the mountains."

"What of your mother?"

"She will be exiled."

"I see."

"As would I if you hadn't pulled me off that big orc cock when you did."
Missa shuddered. "I wanted to experience sex again before you left."

"You sound as if it will be your last?"

"No man will have me now, I lost my virginity to an orc, nor could one
please me if he did. Just promise we can do this again if you ever pass
back this way."
 
"I promise and I promise we can do it a few more times before morning,"
said Hawksil pulling her on top. "Ride the upper one this time."

"What will we do with the other one?"

"You'll see," said Hawksil moving his lower cock around to her ass."

*****************

Hawksil left Fiswen at a slow jog for his leg still hurt, though the
wound had healed. He had no destination in mind.

Behind him, on the other side of town a sad procession of women left the
gate bound for the mountains. Suzara, proud and strong helped Missa's
mother along as the older woman sobbed on the verge of a break down.
Close to three dozen other women followed them. Many had husbands and
children watching them leave. All the women were nude, no longer having
wealth to protect under Bedwin cloaks.

As they neared the forested hills, orcs stepped out of the trees. They
had been waiting for the exiles and the women wailed when they saw them.
The orcs forced the women to their knees, then began taking out their
cocks. The orcs spread throughout the crowd. The women began smelling
and kissing the big cocks as they passed. This was how they would spend
the rest of their lives. 

And they were no longer sad.

The End


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