Chapter Two
Each city had a few elf markets, good sized stores where you could buy elves as well as elf accessories. Beds, food, leashes and collars, outfits -- if you needed something for your elf, then you'd find it there.
Runa had been there with her sisters, so she knew her way around one, but she had never spent to much time at the actual elf shelves aisle, where you would actually get an elf.
Runa sighed as she looked over the display of elves.
Their bodies were naked, legs draw up tight against their chest to leave their little cock and balls on display with their pink holes. They were breed for this only -- to be purchased by an ogress and used to satisfy their pleasures, put on the market at twenty years of age exactly. The magic was long ago breed out of their bloodlines, leaving their smaller, delicate bodies with not much more than low intelligence and a desire to please and be breed.
But they were pretty little things, and Runa supposed it would be nice to finally get one to finally relieve herself her the aching in her tits and cock. Most ogresses had at least a two dozen, since elf bodies were far more frail and fucking them to hard for to long would leave them exhausted to the point of getting sick, and sucking to much milk would put them into milk comas.
Elves weren't good for much more than fucking, sucking tit, and some light cleaning around the house or shop, but when you had an incredibly high libido and tits that got sore if they didn't get sucked on semi regularly, they were the perfect addition to the modern ogress.
She looked over the row of shelves, the elves behind glass doors.
They were mostly all pale, their body type a little different -- some more muscular, others more lean, a couple softer than most -- with various hair colors and styles. She looked them all over twice since she would only be purchasing one today, and found herself drawn to one with long raven hair and a lean body.
Runa and opened the glass door, reaching forward to take his balls, hairless and as soft as petals, between her thumb and forefinger. She gave it a little squeeze, feeling it like one might check a fruit. His testicles were gently firm, full and hot, which was an indication that he was ready to be breed by a cock. Once they were thoroughly breed, their testicles would be much softer, not nearly as hot or full looking, so vastly different from her own testicles, which would remain hot and firm, since ogres were always ready to breed.
She hummed, reaching down to press a finger to his pretty pink entrance, pulling her finger away to watch it clench and relax in response. She pressed her fingertip to it again, feeling the strength of the muscles there, and when she wiggled her finger a little to just barely breach the tightness there, the elf made a little whimper, his small cock twitching.