After reading countless illustrated books about what the feared sea orcs did to their female captives, Cecilia could not stop thinking about what they would do to her nubile elven body if they were to get their hands on her. They would constantly use her to satisfy their urges on their cramped longship and due to the lack of food, she would be forced to lick semen from a bowl for sustenance. Semen she would need to squeeze fresh from her pussy if she did not want to lick it from the salty deck.
Now that Cecilia was actually seeing one of the longships approach the coast, she could barely contain herself as the anticipation was almost making her clit throb like she was about to cum. So she hoped that the human villagers at the pier of the small fishing village would work faster so she could slip among the offerings for the raiders without being seen by anybody but the green muscular brutes.
A slight mist was gathering along the coast but it was entirely Cecilia's doing, and once the villagers finally began running for the hills, she made the mist thicken like a wall to hide the beach from anybody observing it further inland. Then her green-robed form left her hiding spot and she positioned to kneel before the crates so that she faced the approaching raiders like she was the primary offering.
The longship with a majestic wooden serpent's head at the front was bigger than Cecilia had imagined and thirty oars pushed it forward on each side. Each was handled by only a single hulking male in perfect unison with the others. As the nubile sorceress began seeing the orcs in greater detail, her breathing turned ragged and she pulled down her hood to show her silky blond hair that was braided into a single tail for the singular purpose of being pulled.
Once the longship stopped at the end of the pier, two orcs jumped out of it. They wore chainmail shirts and helmets with big horns. Based on the books Cecilia had read, they indicated the size of their cocks and if true, these two had massive manhoods. They walked straight at her with stern gazes so she had to close her own green eyes to not just jump on her feet and run to them instead.
"Chief, I don't like this," one of the orcs grunted. Neither of them carried weapons but several others were brandishing their axes and shields on the ship while keenly examining the thick mist that covered the village and the hills behind it.
"Elf, why are you interfering in the treaty with the humans? This is not your land," the chief exclaimed after he stopped at a respectful distance from Cecilia. Her eye jolted open with slight confusion but then she realized how the situation might have looked a bit odd with a tap of her forehead. But it just meant that she needed to clarify and show her intent to get the orcs to give into their feral instincts as creatures who could not resist bare elven flesh.
"I'm part of the offering to be used as a cumdump on your ship," Cecilia nodded and she let her robe fall to the pier around her to reveal that she had not worn anything else to cover her sizable perky elven breasts. They had erect nipples and the sea air brushed her skin but she was burning more than hot enough to almost sweat and not entirely because of her protective charms.
"Illusion," the chief's subordinate grunted. His yellow eyes trailed around like he was trying to see enemies everywhere. But all he could see was mist and more mist, the fact he could see the sea behind him but not the village at the coast was clearly disturbing him.
"You can examine me thoroughly to make sure my flesh is real," Cecilia voiced and she lifted her hands behind her head to present her ample breasts even better. They had a tempting gap and she spread her knees to show her tight puffed pussy. A few lines spilled down her thighs while she gave her hip a slight shake and she bit into her lower lip due to an instinctual moment of shame.
"Leave now," the chief boomed and both of the orcs turned around and began running towards their ship as fast as they could. Cecilia looked at it with momentary shock but then her eyes narrowed and agitation visited her face.
"Wait, where do you think you are going?" Cecilia flared and mist pulsed to surround the chief. His limbs froze in the air and despite his attempt to struggle, he was suddenly almost as still as a statue. His subordinate jumped on the ship with his strong legs just to see the chief stare at him with anger and fear.
"Go," the chief boomed when his subordinate grabbed an ax and was clearly planning to jump back to the pier. Though the command froze him and he hesitated, his eyes shifted to Cecilia who was walking to stand next to the chief.
"We can't just leave Chief Grok," someone shouted while Cecilia reached to slide her fingers along the large orcish arm that was reaching forward. Its thick veins were visibly pulsing and the muscles bulged to their almost absurd limits but the horny sorceress was almost giggling while she finally got her first taste of orcish meat when she leaned to give it a quick lick. It was salty but even then she began sucking on her tongue.
"I said go, there is no honor in dying to elven tricks," Grok groaned but then his eyes tilted down. This time Cecilia was lifting up his chain mail to reveal a sturdy leather padding that protected his crotch. Though the firm twelve-pack above it that pulsed like living armor made her forget about seeing a real orc cock for the moment.
"Chief Grok was it? Can you just listen to me? All I want is for you to fucking fuck me," Cecilia voiced while her right hand brushed along the orc's highly toned stomach. "After you all do it, you can just leave if you find me so objectionable."
"How do you expect anyone to believe such absurd-sounding things, especially when coming from an elf in a place filled with magic," Grok said and his muscles calmed down. Though just from the suspicion in his eyes it was clear he halted his struggle only to save strength if he would spot a moment of opportunity later.
"I see my words are not reaching you, so how about my tight elven pussy. I'm also a high standing noble if that will turn you on," Cecilia sighed like she was losing her mood but then she used a flash of magic to cut open the leather that padded the orc's cock along with the front of his chain mail. It immediately unleashed a big throbbing green rod with a delicious thick tip. It hang a bit just from its own weight and throbbed from the pulsing of the veins.
"You are already erect, why were you even running from me?" Cecilia flared with slight agitation. Though at the same time, a bit of drool escaped her lips. The green meat was looking even tastier than she had expected based on the illustrations. And if all of the orcish manhoods were at least half as good as this one, she had truly found heaven designed just for her.
"I admit that the visions of your flesh have thoroughly tempted me, but I'm not weak enough to give in to illusions of false pleasure," Grok defiantly sneered while his tilted eyes stared at Cecilia's sizable mounds with mild contempt. Though even then he was clearly imagining what he would do with them if he had a free right to make the arrogant elven sorceress submit to him.
"I ensure you, my promise of pleasure is far from false, and once you stop trying to run away, I will insist on you being on the top," Cecilia said while she turned around to bend over. She cupped her own juicy ass to bounce it before the orc while she observed his erection harden from between her thighs. Though from the corner of her eyes, she saw how most of her audience was not as captivated as she would hope.
"You on the ship, don't even think that you are going anywhere, you are just going to sit there and watch while I fuck my first orc cock," Cecilia announced while mist surrounded the fleeing longship and rotated it sideways towards the pier so that the crew had a better view on the pair on it.
"Elf, what deed have I or my kind committed towards you to warrant such acts?" Grok demanded but his expression froze when his cock was grabbed and pointed at Cecilia's pussy. With the way her usually tight vulva had swollen to a gape from pure arousal, all the foreplay she seemed to plan for was gently stroking the cock with her fingers like she hoped it would grow even bigger.
"Haven't you been listening to a single thing I said? Once I'm done, you are all going to fucking apologize with your cocks for not believing me and fuck me, understood?" Cecilia panted and the moment she let the orc's tip kiss her opening, she thrust her ass like she could no longer control herself. Even as the knees of her long legs trembled a bit, she did not stop until half of the rod was in her and the tip pressed against her inner gate.
For several seconds Cecilia just stared at her stretched vulva dripping while feeling the veins of the penetrating rod pulse against her folds. She even let go of the cock to hide her face with both hands even as nobody was looking at her horny and disgraceful expression. Not even when she licked her fingers to get the raw and salty taste all over her mouth.
"Orc cock is really in me, my noble elf cunt fits orc cock perfectly," Cecilia uttered and she began shaking her hip to rub the pulsing rod into her folds. It barely counted as fucking but it was more than enough to fill all of her pussy with pressure and tingling to the point some juices escaped her vulva that was almost glued jealousy to the green penis.
"Chief, is this really happening? Is the elf really claiming the victor's spoils from you?" one of the orcs shouted. He and a few others were seemingly resigned to their fate of having to watch their chief be used by an elf's masturbation aid. Though some others acted like their ship was going to be invaded at any moment by something else than a horny elf.
"Don't trust the illusions, I bet the chief is already dead, we need to swim," another orc boomed but he halted his attempt to jump overboard when the mist turned so thick that the crew only saw their own ship and what was on the pier. Even the sea around them disappeared. Cecilia left it at that after she made sure nobody was planning to swim away and she focused back on gyrating into the cock.
"Elf, do you truly wish to claim my seed as the spoils of your victory?" Grok demanded with an intense stare at Cecilia's ass. The perky mounds swayed a bit before him and his eyes followed and trailed her nubile shapes. Flawless alabaster shapes that blushed red like she was ripe to be devoured.
