The Elves after driving off the most recent attack of the from the orcs. One of the female orcs was captured. The Commander of the guard requested she be taken in. To try and see if a common dialog could be formed. He waited for her to be brought to the interrogation room. Such or misleading name compared to the humans. As he waited he heard the orc woman shout and smash things on her way to the room.
Commander Yesler was left with this thankless position. It appeared they captured a female orc warrior when they raided last. The lost of goods was negligible to the lost of life. Those orcs where worse than then there human counter parts. Twenty soldiers lost and forty or so men and women taken. This one was leading the charge. So the battalion command made the effort to capture her alive. His order get a peace treaty, under any conditions. This fall total dead fifty and just under a few hundred taken from their villages. Under any conditions.
Yesler looked out at the land. He was great with negotiation and dealing with the more crude racist. All except the goblins which even the orcs killed on sight. This land was yellow and gray. Spots of green were few and far between. His missed his wooded homeland. How he longed to run through the forest again. The last time he was there he was sure that eleven women in the forest showed her ankle on purpose.
When the door open a roughed up elf lead the way of an Orc woman the same height as him and two times as high. Commander Yesler caught himself staring at the Orc chest. Their women's tits where the the size of most elves heads or larger. This orc was clearly larger. She wore just a large cloak to ensure she was decent for polite company. Despite the common myth her face was a smooth green and not pox marked. Those were due to the humans poor choice of sending pox blankets. Several human kingdoms fell. Sadly it was the one who didn't send the tainted supplies. Which put this tribe of orcs on our door steps.
He got up and walked to exam her to ensure she wasn't harmed. She has a strong posture most elves pretend to have this kind of posture. Women would love to have this posture. Nice square shoulders. Yesler exam her outfit the robe was strained at her chest and rear end.
Her hair cut to past her tits. Her teeth were how the drawings he confiscated from the elves in his command and a few of the humans who qualified for the command swap. Some that were caught normal had them planted on them from their friends as a joke. The crude drawings of procreating with those orcs was an interesting concept. The Commander always wonder what a elf orc hybrid would be like.
"Do you want to take your reward here?" She spoke. From the commanders report was the first civil thing she said in her containment. She even offer to please a female guard like non of this soften elves.
The Commander was some what aware. The humans would capture more and say they would get something they wanted. "Yes, men please wait outside for us to be done."
"You don't want them to watch?" She asked she strained against her leather gloves seem to stretch. The led guard backed away, "I'll get my reward from you later." The Commander was confused but her waved the guards away. "How do you wanted it?"
Brushing her question off he glanced at her hips. Her wide hips, The orcs must value such strong assist for child rearing. "I want to talk about what you and your tribe want." The orc looked confused.
"Want as in sexual acts? Your people took me in combat. It must mean you want me to enjoy." The way the orc said this crude," thing so easily made the Commander blush.
"No," His eyes wander to her tits. "Please sit on the chair while we talk. We want a peaceful coexistence with your tribes." He explained her hips swayed back and forth. The commander collar started to feel hot. Those images from the confiscated drawing crept into his mind. Most improper thing to think while looking at a woman.
"We need food. Winter is coming and soon the snow will fall and rivers freeze." Orc sat down on the chair the cloth strained on her. "Can I finally stop hiding in this outfit. This fabric is constricting."
The commander paused leering at her body. "Yes, if you keep talking." The orc woman tore the cloth like it was nothing. Her body was lean and had scars on it. The commander had never see any woman like that. Her body only covered with corded leather skirt her ass cheeks peeked out from in between the straps. He could feel his cock start to expand. He walked to his seat on the other side of the table. Her nipples were not fully covered. The reports didn't lie she wasn't decent for polite company. This would be what he expected for breeding session between orcs. His mind wandered to the drawings and how she would look in those poses.
He cleared his throat. "Yes, I will have the seamstress get your measurements for a dress."
The orc women face when dark forest green. Her eyes broke away from his. "You want me in a dress? If that is the case my tribe is now your tribe. May I know your name?" The Orc green eyes just seemed like a emerald.
The Commander was shocked by her sudden change. She was talking about intercourse and now a dress has her giddy as a woman on her wedding day. "I'm Commander Yesler, Commander Torin Yesler."
"I'm Sharn," She regained her composure and met his eyes. The beautiful green hued blush remained. That was what a blushing Orc looked like. The drawing all had reddish hue. Clearly they never saw what an Orcish woman looked like.
"Please to met you Sharn." Her blush deepened, she opened her mouth and closed it. "How can we help see peace with your tribes."
"Tell the chieftain his daughter is coupled." Torin was blood froze. He had a feeling he may have done something with out knowing. He waited for her to say something, "Tell Grem son of Pirn that his daughter is now Sharn of Yesler." Torin was not expecting to be married before noon today.
"Can you please explain what happened, Sharn?" Torin asked.
