The Goldshine family of elven nobles have been known for their beautiful magical gems for almost a millennia. Alariel Goldshine is the current head of the family and she swore to her predecessor she would do anything to maintain the family legacy. So ever since the orcs took over the mines her workshop relied on she did everything in her power to get the ruling council of her city-state to conquer them back.
Since the iron mines were also constantly under threat from the orcs there were no troops to be spared to retake the considerably more irrelevant gem mines. Even the expedition of mercenaries to take back the mines had failed and had only served to drive the Goldshine family further into debt.
So now Alariel was at the end of her means. Not even sexual favors for the councilors had worked and she had begun to doubt the city-state's ability to even muster a big enough army to do the task. She had even considered moving away but her family had always been loyal to the City-State of Ferana. Not to mention it was one of the few independent elven states in the area and was well-protected by the archipelago it was built on. So the only issue with the state was the more mountainous mainland holdings that the city-state had been losing to the orcs in the recent years.
It had taken weeks of hesitation after getting the initial idea but now Alariel was one the deck of her personal swan ship and on her way to the area occupied by the orcs. She was aware that the orcs traded with each other so there was a chance that if she played her cards right she might be able to convince them to agree to some kind of agreement. After all, the orcs were not that into shiny rocks, especially to the ones that had not been processed yet.
While Alariel stood on the deck, she was going through every possibility the encounters with the orcs could go. All the way from eternal sex-slavery to ultimate success. Though as a competent fire mage like most nobles of her city-state she had no trouble ending any worst-case scenario prematurely by combusting herself. Though she did spend more time than she liked to admit in going through just what kind of experience being a sex slave to orcs would be.
The all-human crew of Alariel's ship gave her glances as she leaned into the railing and rubbed her thighs. Her golden blond hair was on a ponytail and she was biting into her soft lower lip with her pearly teeth. No matter how hard she bit her immortal elven skin was too durable for just her teeth to damage. Also, her green eyes were almost glazed and her lips gaped while she stared into the deep river water that led to the mountains in the distance.
"I guess I'll see how bad it will be... and act accordingly," Alariel muttered and straightened her red travel robes. They were not that fancy but she hoped the orcs would at least find the elven fabric pleasing to their rough eyes.
As the sun was setting Alariel decided to sleep in her cabin and venture on her mission tomorrow. The ship would arrive at the destination during the night but she did not really want to venture into the orc lands during the night despite her good elven night vision.
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The next morning Alariel woke up early and confirmed the plan with her crew. They were to wait in the middle of the large river for a signal from the riverbank if she would ever come back. If they were attacked they would retreat and come back a week later for two weeks. Anything after that Alariel considered pointless. By then either she had established the trade agreement or it no longer mattered to her.
Once done with the crew, Alariel lowered herself into a magical rowboat that moved by itself controlled by a crystal. The only things with her were her red travel robes, golden tiara and a bag of random elven foods and trinkets to be offered as example products for the orcs. She did not really know what the orcs wanted and the tiara was a powerful magical artifact that might let her fight her way out. After all, it was the symbol the head of her family wore, and her house specialized in magical jewelry.
On the riverbank were the remains of the mine's river port that had been burned by the elves after the last failed mercenary army operation to take back the area. The orcs had not really been using it but the retreating captain had claimed he had burned many orcs with it. Not that it really mattered. Alariel had no illusions of getting the orcs to operate the port on large scale but her goal was to get some high-quality raw gemstones that her master workers would be able to turn into magical jewels with enough value to at least pay some of the debts back.
"Damn cave orcs, they should dig their own rather than take them from others if they like them so much," Alariel muttered while her boat made its way to the beach. Despite her swan ship being big enough to have around one hundred crew, it looked very small by the time she reached the land. She really hoped the orcs who were very much fond of dirt and mountains would not bother trying to attack a lone ship in the middle of the large river. It was almost the last one she had not sold already and was crewed with low labor cost humans.
When Alariel reached the shore she sent the boat back before heading inland. She was not planning to hide in any way since orcs really did not like it when someone tried to secretly intrude into their lands. Not to mention that the only way she was able to navigate to the mines was along the road that started from the port. So she followed it while circling around the barricades and other obstacles erected to stop the elven magic-tech vehicles from using it.
It did not take long until Alariel heard distant grunts and other noises that indicated she was walking into an ambush but she hoped they would not straight-up attack a lone elf. So she slowed down her pace and kept her hands visible to make it clear she was not armed with anything but her magic.
"Stop elf. Hundred rock shooting sticks are aimed at you. Go away," a rough voice shouted from a distance. It was clear it had either been an orc or a goblin as he had felt the need to specify how the guns they used worked.
"I come to do talks with the orc chieftain of the Rock Orc Clan," Alariel declared with a clear melodic tone that pierced wide into the forests.
There was a pause before the reply, "Boss said, make elfs go away, no killing, killing elves makes big fires and makes more elfs come."
Alariel had never really talked to an orc before so she was feeling a bit confused. Even as what the voice had said to her made sense the fact he had said it to her, not so much.
"Also to not take elf slaves, taking elf slaves makes them blow up and burn things," the voice clarified like someone had asked that from him.
"I wish to trade, give things to get things," Alariel shouted. She tried to spot where the male shouts came but all she spotted were the metal pipes sticking out of the undergrowth in the distance. Orcs were not that good at hiding even in the forests so Alariel began to suspect she was dealing with goblins. So only hope she had was to make them take her to their leader since in these parts they definitely served an orc.
"I wish to see elf breasts," another voice shouted while Alariel pondered her options.
"That's it, go away or show elf breasts," the voice that had been talking with Alariel declared with an oddly proud tone like he had invented a way to fix his immediate issue. Showing breasts was a small price to pay and far less than Alariel had expected from the vile creatures. In some ways, she even thought the conversation had been a lot more civil than in her predictions.
"If I show... elf breasts, will you take me to your boss?" Alariel asked with a shrug. It was clear they just wanted to get rid-off her so she had to do something as there were no other routes to the mines. Not to mention she did not have full confidence in just walking through the ambush zone since fire magic did not exactly offer the best protection against rock bullets and it would turn the orcs in the area definitely hostile to her.
"There is no way you would show them, no deal," came an almost mocking reply. It made Alariel sigh and she moved her hands to open the top of her red travel robe. She did not hurry and the hidden audience seemed more than satisfied to just wait in silence.
When Alariel's perky breasts came into view she heard excited grunts from the distance. Her mounds were not the biggest she had ever seen but they definitely would be a handful even to an orc. Not to mention she pushed them from below to empathize their size and her already erect nipples had a big focus due to their perkiness.
"I did what you wanted, you should trade back what I wanted," Alariel flared as only low grunts surrounded her for a moment. Though she did not move to cover her breasts and crossed her hands under them to keep them lifted.
"We did, now you can stay there, we won't mind, you can leave when done showing elf breasts," came amused reply that was echoed by brutish laughter. It made Alariel swallow hard as the wind on top of everything else was hardening her nipples.
"So... if I do more. Would you agree to take me to your chief to talk trade?" Alariel asked with raising shame that excited her more than she would be willing to verbally admit. It was not quite yet on the levels of sucking an elf councilor's cock behind a balcony railing while he inspected a busy market but it was getting there.
"Do more?" came an excited yelp. Just from the tone, Alariel knew it was the right time to add some heat to make the male act directed by lust more than anything else.
"Like if I serviced the leader of your group with my mouth and hands," Alariel voiced with a seductive tone. She shifted her body a bit but as her robes were not the most revealing she did not go out of her way to present her long firm legs with shapely thighs.
"Service with mouth and hands?" came another excited inquiry.
"Like this," Alariel replied and lifted her right hand between her breast to spread them before kissing her thumb. She slid her tongue along it while doing a circle along her lips.
"You offering sex service, you elf whore?" another brutish voice shouted.
"I'm just offering to use my hands and mouth to service your group's boss's... manhood to get you to take me to your orc chief," Alariel clarified. He was starting to get the idea that she needed always to be really specific to avoid any misunderstandings with these savages.
