The Barbarian
Kadak was bigger than most orcs. His mother had been Human, and for that he gave thanks. It provided him with the intelligence to leave the brutal tribes and converse with the isolated settlements of the Lonner Reach.
Granted, most people didn't like him much, but they would deal with him when they had to;
and when they didn't they kept their distance. When he did work for them, they even paid him which allowed him to buy weapons and armour. Dwarves were rare, but often treated him a little better, the Mortiz Clan had almost seemed friendly, but then again, they needed his help.
Black Elves, with souls as dark as their skin, had taken over a dozen of the Dwarves as slaves and were bringing them to their realm beneath the mountains. Kadak had been hired to free and return as many as he could. He would be paid on completion, but had been given a wonderfully crafted war axe in advance. It was a magnificent weapon, far better than anything he'd ever held before.
Tracking came easily to Kadak, but the dark elves were tricky. They didn't leave many tracks and when they did sometimes led to traps or designed to lead followers astray. Kadak had been after them for three days and, as the sun crept behind a particularly high peak of the High Moon Mountains, Kadak decided to set up camp. He knew he was close, but the dark elves only travelled during the night.
'I'll catch them tomorrow,' he thought as he built a fire behind several rocks to screen it. 'Encountering them during the day will be far better,' he continued his thought, 'Black Elves see best in the dark.'
His bedroll was quickly laid out and his iron cup set atop a tripod brewing tea. The darkness grew quickly and he would have sharpened his new axe, but he had been told it would never need it.
With a suddenness beyond perception, Kadak leapt forward and rolled without really knowing why. Something had been behind him and, as he turned the roll into a crouch, he saw the sinewy figure of a Black Elf, wickedly curved dagger in her hand, right behind the log he had been sitting on. Grabbing and raising his axe Kadak moved but the dark elf was quicker still. She had missed with her dagger, but drew out a hand crossbow and fired it at him in an instant. Aimed at his face, he had tried to block it with his axe haft, but the small bolt sunk painfully into his forearm.
Kadak roared with rage and bull rushed the small elf, tumbling her to the ground before him. He swang the axe but she rolled to the side. As he drew it back, she lithely jumped to her feet, the dagger flashing out again, but he was ready.
Almost casually, he grabbed her arm before the blade could find him. She pushed, but found his powerfully muscled arm as unyielding as the mountainside. She leapt and kicked him in the side, but the big half-orc barely felt the blow. He cuffed her and sent reeling, and then sent another overhand swing at her. Falling back at the last instant, the sharp blade cut through her armour at the cleavage and lanced downward. Her armour was split and fell to either side, the tip of the blade cutting a deep slash at her belly.
She fell writhing and hurt. Kadak readied to finish her with a second blow but his anger evaporated as he looked upon her naked beauty. Her bare breasts were small and capped with very pink nipples, contrasting with he night-black skin, and but she was so tiny. Like a perfect miniature of a woman crafted from pure obsidian. Her stomach flat ending in a shock of white hair just above the tiny dark lips of her womanhood. Dark blood welled and began flooding up through her stomach wound.
Ignoring him for a second, the Black Elf took a small vial from her ruined, fallen armour and with an obvious pained effort, poured it onto her bleeding rip in her skin. Kadak saw the cut disappear and realised that it must have been a healing potion. Feeling immediately better, the Black Elf quickly swallowed the rest of the vial's contents.
Kadak knew he shouldn't have let her heal. He should have killed her then and there; but seeing her bare form had caused him to pause, and his dick to bulge. The Black Elf must have noticed as her large, pink eyes, a few shades lighter than her nipples, grew wide, her full lips smiled. Looking at the bolt still in his arm, she raised her empty hands and said in sweet voice with an exotic accent, "I surrender."
Following her eyes, Kadak yanked out the bolt and threw it away. He knew that these Black Elves poisoned their bolts but he trusted that his body would fight off any effect. She was probably hoping he would succumb. "Who are you?" He demanded.
"Mizzi," the drow answered and wriggled a little, letting her hands caress her breasts a little. Her eyes sparkled and looked back toward his groin, "you do what you want with me."
'I really should kill her,' Kadak thought, but he had never had much self control and she was stunningly beautiful. He threw his axe several feet away and then did the same for her little crossbow and dagger which had been on the ground. After that, he unfastened his pants and his massive cock burst out, finally unconstrained.
