Author's note: I strongly recommend reading chapter one first! The chapters of this story can have quite a bit of exposition, as the characters are intended to be more fleshed out. If you just want the sexy bits, no worries: the sex usually occurs at the end of each chapter.
An Orc's Elven Love Slave Chapter 2
It had been several months since Varod had claimed Aronea, and while she would not call herself happy to be a slave, it had certainly proved less horrifying than she had feared when she was first put on that auctioneer's pedestal.
The Orcs did not treat their prisoners as badly as Elves treated theirs, and this seemed to be true for more than just her; while the Orcs could be stern, the other Elven women she occasionally saw in the camp admitted that they were fed well and given comfortable bedding.
Aronea had discovered most of the other women were not used by their Masters in the way Varod used her, and instead tasked them with cleaning or cooking. Varod explained that most Elven women, smaller and slighter of frame than she was, were not seen as good mates by Orcish males. They preferred women like Aronea -- taller, but softer and more voluptuous.
Orc females with wide hips and larger breasts were seen as healthy breeders. It was a strange twist of fate for Aronea that here, she was the one who was lusted after, and not the other Elven women. For the first time in her life, Aronea felt her body was desired -- she just wished it did not have to happen in this place.
Varod came to Aronea's chamber almost every night, and gradually any remaining reluctance she felt had given way. Having only been with men smaller than she until now, Aronea at first felt intimidated by the way Varod's huge, muscular frame towered over her, but increasingly she had come to like it. And her body had slowly become more accustomed to his size, finding it ever more pleasurable.
Like all Orcs, Varod could be coarse, but he was a much better and much less selfish lover than her husband had been, and he proved quick to defend her if any Orc derided her as a mere slave. While Varod was frighteningly fierce in his role as Warchief, when he came to Aronea at night, he was very caring. He would often stay long after they mated, holding her and caressing her softly.
While Aronea had come to enjoy Varod's visits, she had been frightfully worried at first about pregnancy; she did not know if such a thing were even possible, but when she imagined returning to Callon, she knew he would disown her if she arrived with a half-Orcish child in her belly. Luckily, while it was rare for an Orc to take an Elf mate, it was not entirely unheard of -- and to her great relief, Aronea had learned that no Half-Orc, Half-Elf children had ever been born.
By the second month of her capture, Varod had begun arranging lessons for Aronea to learn Orcish. A female Orc named Bola, who also knew Elvish, would come to her room during the day while Varod was training or commanding his armies. Bola was taller than her Elven student, as most Orcish women were, and her skin was a paler grey than Varod's. Her black eyes matched her hair, which was fashioned in to a mohawk, and like most Orcish women, she had a full, wide figure.
To Aronea's surprise, she and Bola had proven quick friends; the Orcish woman was warm and friendly, a gracious teacher, and she seemed to hold no disdain towards Aronea for being either an Elf or a slave.
Bola had helped with clothing as well. Aronea's Elven dress, destroyed by the first night of her capture, had been replaced by several outfits of female Orcish clothing; comprised of a brown loin cloth, a top that wrapped over her shoulders and breasts, and with a bare midriff, it was made for the taller, more thickly built Orcish frame, and thus often looked wrong on the other Elven captives, but it fit Aronea's figure quite well. It was perhaps more revealing than she would have liked, but she found it comfortable.
On a few days, Bola had also taken Aronea to the kitchen to begin teaching her how to cook Orcish dishes. She had prepared a few for Varod, but she had added some Elven spices of her own, and had been pleased to find that Varod had greatly enjoyed each one. It was a welcome change from her husband's constant disdain for everything she made for him.
Today, Aronea had been instructed to help Bola with an unfamiliar task -- she was to prepare bandages and first aid for returning warriors. Aronea was never informed of imminent battles, but she could guess when Varod was leading his army on a raid when he failed to visit her. He had been missing for three days, longer than any time before. As Aronea sat with Bola preparing the cloth bandages, she decided to sate her curiosity.
"Varod is at war?" Aronea asked In Elvish, trying to confirm her suspicions.
Bola looked at her for a moment in silence, deciding what was safe to share. "Yes. They return tonight."
Bola was the wife of one of Varod's lieutenants, so her husband was likely off to war with him.
Aronea paused once more. "Do you worry about your husband?" she asked.
Bola fidgeted for a moment and stopped wrapping. "Of course," she said. "He is my love mate. I worry about him in every battle. But the world is not kind to Orcs, and we must make our own way."
Concern was clear in the Orc woman's voice. She returned to wrapping.
"Are they..." Aronea paused. "Are they raiding another Elven village?"
Bola eyed her again, then shook her head. "Trolls. The Elves are not the only peoples who war with us. As I said, the world is not kind to Orcs. We must make our way."
Orcs and Elves had long hated one another, but Aronea knew both races despised Trolls even more. As savage a reputation as the Orcs had, the Trolls were known to be cannibals. They even hated one another; Trolls fought amongst themselves constantly, which thankfully limited their power. She was glad to hear that Varod was fighting them.
Aronea inquired further. "Will they come back with Troll slaves?"
At this, Bola laughed heartily, her black mohawk swaying on her head as she did so.
"Oh no. No. Have you ever
met
a Troll?" She asked. Aronea shook her head. "You might as well enslave a rabid dog. They would die from collar burns on their first day."
Bola smirked. "Besides, they are not nearly as pretty as you." She reached over and pinched the Elf on her thigh playfully.
Aronea sighed. "I do not think Orcs see beauty in the same way that Elves do," she replied wistfully.
Bola feigned outrage and gasped. "What, am I not alluring?" She asked. "Just look at these!" She hefted her large Orcish breasts up as if to put them on display.
Aronea giggled. "I meant no offense! Elven men never liked mine, so I doubt you would fare much better."
Bola heightened her feigned outrage. "Pah. Fools! As best I can tell, Elven men would like nothing better than to marry a stick."
