For over a thousand year the elven people on the island Elvenar has with magical power first spawned and then ruled over the orc clan. The elf used and abused the orc race strength to mine magical crystals for their own benefit. The new Orc chieftain Grog has since last years negotiations continued mining but also found a new demonic ally with lustful magical power to corrupt the naive elfs.
When this story begins the annual day for a new years negotiation has just arrived.
Grog, the orc Chieftain of the clan in Elvenar looked up the dirt path expectantly. Any moment now the elf delegation with the beautiful queen would be arriving. He felt his monstrous cock grow even longer under his loincloth.
He failed to hide a wide evil smile. The Elf delegation probably had prepared months for this years negotiations but they still were in for quite a surprise for everything Grog and his Orc captains had prepared for them. They probably was scared since this was the very first time the negotiations would take place in the very center of the Orc tent settlements in the Elvenar valley and not like previous years where whoever was the Orc Chieftain had to travel up to the Elf castle courtroom and bow to the queen.
For many generations now the Orcs were the subjects of the Elves and their powerful magic and wisdom using the strong Orcs to dig up important magic crystals in the mines of Elvenar. But over time the power dynamic had changed. The Orc were famous for their sexual appetite and whereas the Elfs spent most of their time reading and hosting dry dinner parties the Orc were having orgies and reproducing. The Orc population was therefore now much larger than before.
The Elf queen Galadriel especially would be completely unprepared. Although her long life and epic wisdom she was very much a book learned girl with no experience outside of the library or formal royal politics.
Grog saw the Elven banners coming out of the green lush forest and heading down the dirt path and barren rocky landscape. The sigil was of a white star on a green flag. It was group of first four elven men on horseback and then a following of the queen in a long white dress and veil followed by twelve elf servant girls walking two by two behind the queen.
Elven male physique was quite pathetic, they were tall but skinny with almost no muscles at all, arms and legs thin like sticks. The four men on horseback had silver short swords on their sides but Grog thought they probably didn't have the strength to even swing them and only used them for show in ceremonies.
The slow ageing of the elves made it difficult to tell their real age with all of the looking like they were young adults in their 20ish by human standard but probably was actually much older and wiser.
The eleven women were tall and slim as well with beautiful long straight hair in all different colors decorated with flowers and jewelry. The Elvenar elf race was famous for was the bust of their women with their breast sizes ranging from large to huge and the girls now walking towards him did not disappoint. The servant girls wore long dresses in different bright colors with long cloaks and sleeves. Their prudist fashion covered most of their skin with semi transparent veils covering some of their young faces.
The queen Galadriel herself stood out among the elf girls with being taller than them and wearing a elegant long white dress. She was known like all women of the royal Elvenar family to be extra busty always trying to cover her breast large like watermelons. Galadriel was a real beauty and didn't look more than 20 with long golden blonde hair all the way down past her sexy behind.
Her long blonde hair held up by a elegant silver tiara and in her right hand she had a long white sorcerer staff white a red glowing crystal at the top. Galadriel was also wearing a long white dress with gold patterns and a cape with a veil protecting her modesty. The dress was long dragging behind her in the dirt and mud in the ground but a simple but efficient magical enchantment enabled it to always stay clean and white.
Grog grinned at her imagining how the queens tits would look and feel like naked in his green hands.
"Hey babe, long time no see, you are looking great! Welcome to Orgrimmar, the city of sin! I can't wait to be with you and negotiate lots of riches to my orc clan."
Grog shouted but stayed his distance, he didn't want to risk anything outside the city. Elves might be physically weak but he knew too well the destructive power of their magic. But all that would change when they entered Orgrimmar and he could be patient if he wanted to.
The queen Galadriel looked at Grog with disgust staring at his large muscular arms. Grog noticed what she was looking at.
"Like something that you see? You can come over here and touch my muscles if you want, maybe I even let you do it for free since you are so pretty girl haha!"
Grog like most Orc was almost a head taller than the elf. He had dirty dark green skin greasy and sweaty. His shoulders was at least three times as wide as elf or human for that matter with arms strong enough to lift a adult horse.
His face had many battle scars just like the rest of his body and had black greasy hair with a long beard tied into a knot with leather bands.
He was wearing no clothes except a loin cloth barely covering his now semi erect giant orc cock and a pair of simple shoes made of brown animal hide tied together with straps.
Grog wasn't carrying any weapons only what looked like two chains tied to his belt. He was dangerous looking enough without his axe or sword.
Galadriel took her eyes of Grog´s flexing muscles and looked him in his black eyes with her own crystal blue eyes.
"Please Chieftain let us not drag out this negotiation more than necessary. You already convinced us to come here to your orcish camp every other year to have us be able to continue our trading."
The elf group had now stopped some ways up the hill still with the servant girls in the back and the male guard on horses in front of their queen.
"I was actually thinking that you should come here every year and even more often between negotiations! I am sure your visit to us will introduce you to new pleasures you didn't know existed. No rules or social restrictions just pure lust and sin. And our orcish customs insist you all join us on for dinner and a show in our camp before we start negotiations."
Grog now looked over the four male young elf soldiers trying their best to look intimidating.
"You four soldiers will actually be a part of the performance that we will enjoy when we eat to celebrate this orc elf union. This is another tradition of us; that also the guests should have a part in the evening performance. Just let all you soldiers go see my captain of animal taming and he will tell you how we wish you entertain and celebrate this union, I am sure the queens servant girls and me can take great care of your lovely queen without you all."
One of the elves males raised his hand and spoke.
"Very well we will of course our try our best to respekt the orcish culture to be able to continue our trade with you. Now we first start the formal introductions. Let me present my royal queen Galadriel Nerwen of the Elvenar, Protector of the land and wielded of the red staff of Aarnor."
Grog nodded and then took of the two heavy chains attached on his belt pulling on them.
Behind Grog's large body two pretty elf girls was pulled forward by the neck collars attached to the other end of the two chains.
