Chapter 1
Filenel is in ruins, the throne that used to be sat upon so proudly is broken. Lying helplessly on the throne room floor, Elena Queen of Filenel. Her sworn enemies surround her. Only a few minutes before she sat in silence, the victory of the Elves clung to the air.
Her entire world tore to shreds in seconds as a giant fireball explosion rocked the great halls of her forefathers. The savage Orcs crash through the royal guards and swat them away like flies. Her peace, her prosperity, her kingdom ruined.
As she lay on the floor, tears streamed down her face, brutes with death in their eyes threw her into chains that burned her skin. Her purple hair is in a long braid, her luxurious dress is ripped, and her pale skin is starting to bruise. The Orcs that surround her laugh as they set fire to all that she loved. The cries of her servants fleeing echo through the halls of her palace.
A few minutes later, they snap to attention as their commander marches into the throne room. She knew he wouldn't be far behind the echelon he sent.
He wore a fur coat under his bronze breastplate, and a cape as red as blood draped over one shoulder. His muscles were large and his shoulders broad. He had a large sword on his side, and seemed to be wiping his hands of Elvish blood.
A few weeks earlier this proud Orc offered her a treaty. He said, "if you become my bride our kingdoms will have peace!"
She had gently refused, knowing that his offer would have brought peace. But interracial marriage is taboo for her people. Now she knows his offer will be less than voluntary.
"Your majesty! You seem to have left your front door open!"
His proud smile, green skin, and slicked back black hair make her gag. He's covered in a metallic scent, the blade in its scabbard reeks of fresh blood.
Her mortal enemy, King of the Blackwood, Zorgoth the Vile. He stood proud before her and smiled.
Elena's eyes widen in shock as she sees the Orc king confidently stride in, struggling in vain against her chains squirming on the ground. The silver chains sink into her flesh and sizzle with each movement.
The sounds of her allies being slaughtered dies down as the majority have been killed or attempted to retreat.
"Y-you monster! How could you do this you bastard!" She yells out, her voice trembling in anger and shock.
"HAHAHA!! You had plenty of opportunities and time to save your people!" His laugh sends chills down her spine. He barks orders at his men in their native tongue and they leave the room.
"Don't worry, your highness. You'll be safe with me, and as long as you bend to my will your kin won't be slaughtered!"
He moves forward with intense speed and grabs the elf by her braided hair. He kneels down next to her and breathes heavily on her exposed neck, practically drinking in her scent.
She winces slightly in pain as he grabs her long purple hair, pulled up towards him somewhat as he knelt down.
"L-let go of me you brute! What do you even want..." She tries to sound brave but her petite body quivers next to this monster. Her small fists pound on his chest, but he holds firm.
"Mmmmm, you smell delicious! I want what is my right!" He stands up and drags her toward the smoldering remains of her throne.
He sits down on what remains of it, the smoking throne doesn't seem to bother him. She flinches as she sees fiery embers burn his flesh.
"Elena, you've been defeated. A third of your people are dead. The rest will either become slaves or find early graves."
He releases her but positions her on her knees in front of him. He spreads his legs and sits back. A smile creeps across his face.
"Your people can be saved, if you show me what you're willing to do to save them!"
Seeing him sit on her broken throne fills her with disgust, but mostly sorrow. A sudden realization of the actual defeat she was facing, of how she failed to protect her empire... Her home.
"W-what are you proposing...? Of course I want to save my people, but..." Her voice trails off as she notices a growing bulge as he spreads his legs. She stares blankly at him, unsure of what she should do next.
"You can help yourself...or I can have my men loosen you up first. The choice is yours."
He starts to rub the outside of his pants, a slowly growing bulge starts to appear. It's larger and thicker than she has seen or fantasized about. She doesn't move.
"You're wearing my patience, Elena!" He firmly slaps her across the face, tears stream down her face. He doesn't show any compassion.
Instead he stands up, and reaches forward. He rips her dress in half, exposing her modest but petite body. Her chest is larger than he thought, and his smile is sickening to her. She tries to cover herself up, she has only ever been intimate with other Elves. She seems to understand what might happen. He calls for his men, two hulking brutish Orcs come into the room.
She stares at the Orcs and looks around frantically for any signs of safety or escape. Her hopes fade as they speak.
"Krothak, Thok! You've served me well in the battles we've had!"
"Thank you sir." Krothak replies, his body covered in scars, he had a large black beard and was missing a tusk.
"We would do anything for you, my lord." Thok states, his face was recently cut open by a blade, his head shaved. Both loyal warriors don't even acknowledge the naked Elf Queen in the room.
"As a reward, I give you the Queen of the Elves. Loosen her up for me, but DO NOT break her! When you're done, bring her to the caravan!" She knows he spoke in the common tongue for her demise, she realizes quickly what's going to happen.
Both Orcs salute their king and watch him leave, Elena tries to speak but she's frozen in fear. Krothak follows the king and speaks to him in Orcish, as they speak Thok starts to undress.
"This will be easier for you, if you enjoy yourself." Thok says with a smile on his face, he strips down to nothing. His muscles ripple as he stretches. His green skin, occasionally littered with gray body hair. Elena looks up at the beast in front of her, his dick is the size of her arm. It's almost swaying as he stretches. She understands that if she doesn't get ready, she'll be ripped in half.
She pulls off the remains of her dress and gets on her knees looking up at the behemoth. Instinctively she reaches between her legs, and she's surprised at how turned on she is. Her pussy is dripping, and excited. Her body betrays her. Does this mean she should have pleased Zorgoth? It was too late, she had to survive. For her people.
Thok finishes stretching and smiles as he looks down at the blushing queen. His uncut green cock twitches at the sight of her.
"You need me to start or do you know what you're doing?" He laughs, drool from his maw drips out of his mouth as he smiles. She looks up at his growing member and opens her small mouth. Her natural perky tits are hit by the drool of the savage.
"Krothak! She seems to be more than willing!" Thok spits over his shoulder. Then he grabs Elena by the braid and slaps his cock on her face.
"It's so big!" She mutters to herself.
"You like them big don't you?" Thok smiled.
She starts to lick up and down the shaft. The Orc's cock springs to life, and he closes his eyes in pleasure.
"Mmm, just like that. Get it nice and wet for me."
She notices in her periphery Krothak getting naked beside her. His body is covered in thick black hair. His cock is already hard but thicker and shorter than his friends. She notices how full his balls look.
Thok pushes his cock into the Elves mouth and starts to slowly pump in and out. He is having trouble because she isn't taking it all.
"Open wider!"
"It's so big, I'm trying!"
Thok grabs her cheeks and spits in her mouth.
"Try harder. Or else this will hurt."
