Chapter Three
Runa's apartment was small, modest because she didn't really need for much. Most of the things she held very dear to her heart had been sent home to her mother and father to keep safe -- all the great things she got on quests, her nicer furniture. It was all kept in a special chamber in the home her mother had dug out, waiting for her to come and get it once she had a permanent home.
She thought her mother might have done that on purpose to keep it hostage to try and force Runa to hurry up and start producing babies, and while Runa would always act like it was such a great annoyance that her mother had her things...
Runa actually preferred it that way.
It kept her things safe, her siblings and parents would be reminded of her accomplishments, and it enabled her to keep a small apartment that was in her price range.
Had she any of her nice furniture -- like the old, enchanted oak table that she got as a reward from a wizard for rescuing his young son from the clutches of a troll, or the bed set she got from a Queen after safely transporting her to her wedding -- she'd have to have a much bigger apartment, and those were just not in her price range right now.
So Runa was happy with what she got.
For now.
Her apartment had good sized bedroom, a small office and full bathroom in between them. The kitchen was small but had everything she needed, and the living room the biggest room in the home, as ogres liked to gather and there always needed to be a room where a few big bodies could get together for some shit talking. Her gathering area though didn't have a great view, which is why she usually went to her cousin's apartment down the hall, since she had a beautiful view of the Steel Mountains, where her tribe had long, long ago lived back in the days of caves and huts and her parents still lived.
It was small and efficient as she spent so little time at home, instead focused on climbing the corporate ladder.
But now that she had finally caved in and started keeping elf pets, she'd be spending more time at home to be able to satisfy her carnal needs and give her tits and cock the release they so badly needed.
She set her newly purchased elf down on the floor by the couch before she carried her groceries into the small kitchen, unloading them and getting started on dinner -- newt tongue and candied newt eggs, an old favorite. She would be bringing it down the hall to where her cousin lived, she and the three other women that she was raised along side getting together each week for a small dinner party, each bringing a dish to share.
When she had it in the oven she went over to where her elf was waiting quietly, picking up his harness and carrying him to the bedroom to set him down on the bed. She looked around before she found her bottle of lube in the bathroom, bringing it to her elf before she unzipped her pencil skirt pushed it down with her panties, taking her cock in hand. Even soft, it was massive, and once it was fully erect it was a real monster. Not as devastating huge as male ogre cocks, but still quite big.
But her elf would be able to take it.
Sometimes she thought about the first ogre that fucked and breed an elf and wondered how surprised they much have been after trying to fuck humans and fairies, who could take maybe only half the size of on ogress cock (And a fourth the size of a male ogre's cock)....
And found that elves could take it all and eagerly as for more afterward.
If not for that one ogre, she'd be at home with her sisters, fighting the good fight to be chosen by a male and directing all their energy into that, which would have sucked.
But then there would be a lot of elves sin the wild as well. Once they figured out that elves were happy, living cock sleeves for ogre cocks...that was it for the elf population.
Outside of a few large protected settlements, there were no elves in the wild anymore. As any resulting child between an elf and an ogre was an ogre, companies and clans ran elf breeding farms to ensure the species wasn't completely used to extinction.
It was surprising how easy it had been to breed the intelligence and magic out of them, only took a few generations. It actually took longer to breed taller elves then it did stupid ones, which was a bit of a running joke in ogre societies.
Runa checked where the elf's tag was hanging at the side of his harness, something she had neglected to do until now. It listed his name, weight and -- ah, there. Height. Five one, roughly half of Runa's own height of ten foot four.
When they first got elves from the wilds, they were just over four feet tall.
"Tristan?" Runa purred, the elf shivering. "Cute." He made a pleased noise at that and she smiled, dropping the tag to let it hang. She reached down and played with his soft, small balls, always amused at how small their genitals were in comparison to that of male ogres, the balls of which she wouldn't even be able to hold in one hand, or even a humans, whose testicles were about twice the size of this elves.