The Elf Wife Ch 03

Chapter 3: The Road to Fud Faragna

Urragn awoke her with a hand moving over her hip, massaging her. He rubbed the big muscle in her thigh, then in her rear, and then her waist and ribs. His touch caused her to freeze. She did not acknowledge him. He leaned forward to kiss the back of her neck, and then he grabbed her around the stomach and pulled her in close to him. His cock was already hard and dripping, it pressed into the back of her thigh with great force, leaving a trail of slime along her skin.

She wanted to push him away, but she did not. She felt great shame that she was allowing the enemy to touch her. She replayed the moment when she had eaten the sweet roll off the table. She wished she could go back in time, laugh in the jarl's face, and demand her prison rations of bread and dirty water.

He thrust his hips against her as he snuck his hand under the hem of her fur wrappings, up her thigh to her undergarments.

"Urragn, why are you humping me like a poorly trained dog?" she finally said.

"Because I am your husband, and that is my duty," he whispered in her ear. "Take off your skirt, Lady of Fud Faragna."

"And what will you do if I refuse?" she said.

He planted a kiss between her shoulder blades, which caused a shiver to ripple down her spine. "You are my wife. You will not refuse me. I will do my duty, and you will do yours." He slipped a finger under the hem of her undergarments.

She squirmed away from him. He backed off.

He tried a different method of persuasion. "This is our duty, not just to each other and our marriage, but to our king."

"Our king? You mean the Orc King?"

"He is ours now," Urragn said. "You don't get to be married to me in some respects in not in others. If we are going to be husband and wife, we must act as husband and wife do. We serve the same king, and we serve each other in the marriage bed. That is the way of the world."

"I know how marriage works," Aris said. She leaned back on her pillow and ran her fingers through her honey brown hair. "But every moment of the day? Every single time you get a strange stir in your loins?"

He paused and chose his next words carefully. "I promise you that I will never force myself upon you. I want you and me to live in peace together. And If I do such a thing, there would be no peace."

Aris shook her head. "Frankly, I don't trust that promise," she said. So many elvish women have been raped by orcs when our towns have been captured. No doubt a seasoned soldier like you has done it too."

"You are not a prisoner," he said. He stroked her upper arm. His hand was so big that he easily could have wrapped his thumb and forefinger entirely around it. She resisted the urge to slap his hand away.

Aris scoffed. "Yes. I am. If I hadn't married you, you would have sent me back to my cell to live on bread and water, perhaps for the rest of my life."

"Turn to face me, Aris," he said.

His calling her by her given name surprised her a bit. She'd half expected him not to remember it. She humored him and turned to face him in bed. She was struck again by how large he was, and how unexpectedly soft his brown eyes were. He stroked her face. "I will make you a deal," he said.

She sighed. "Your last deal was not quite a fair one," she said.

"I'm... I'm sorry you feel that way," he said. He caressed her chin with his big gray thumb. "If you choose to leave me, I will let you go. Whether we have been married for a day or for a year or for ten years. If you leave me, I will not pursue you. I will not attempt to imprison you or send my men after you. I cannot promise that other orcs will not capture you, nor that the king will not have you chased down as a fugitive. But I promise that neither I nor my men will go after you. I only ask that if you do, you tell me before you go, and also..."

"And what?"

"If I do give you a child. Please leave it in my care."

"I'm not really free to leave if I have to leave a child behind," Aris said. "It isn't fair to separate a mother and a child."

"Perhaps not, but... but I could not bear it. I couldn't bear to know there was a piece of my flesh walking around this earth some place where I couldn't care for it. I could not sleep ever again if a child of mine was taken off somewhere beyond my sight. I would not attempt to arrest you or detain you if you ran from me. But I would pursue my child to the ends of the earth. Till the end of time."

"How do you think I would feel if I had to leave my own child behind?"

"A fair question. But there is a simple way to avoid that problem." He kissed her, a sweet little kiss that left her lips just a little bit moist. "I treat you with kindness so that you do not leave me. Have I not been kind to you so far?"

"You imprisoned me in your dungeon for a week."

"While you were an enemy soldier and not yet my wife."

Aris still could hardly believe she had taken Urragn's deal.

He kissed her again. "But while you are here, since you have chosen to marry me and have not yet chosen to leave, why not remove your skirt for me, so we can fulfill the purpose of our marriage?"

"I really hope your king's plan works. I really hope something bigger comes of this." She untied her sash and peeled away her skirt.

Urragn chuckled and pulled her into his mountainous body. His cock danced around her inner thighs.

He sat up and threw away the blankets and then grabbed both of her legs by the crook of her knees. He kneeled before her, parted her legs and positioned himself between them. His hands massaged her stomach and waist.

"I know what I'm doing, Aris," he said. "You will never regret spreading those legs for me." He lowered his head and stuck his fat tongue between her folds.

Aris leaned back and concentrated on the sensation. No man had ever used his tongue on her before. She had never even asked one too, and no man had ever even offered.

He sucked at her clit for a moment, manipulated it with his tongue, bit at it gently. He grabbed her hips and raised her halfway off the bed so he could get better access. His tongue penetrated her and wiggled about. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

It was slimy and disgusting, but that was precisely why she enjoyed it. Blood rushed into the space between her legs, itching, throbbing, ready for whatever the Jarl decided to do next.

He removed his tongue and kissed her inner thigh. His great thumbs dug into her legs.

Suddenly he got out of bed, grabbed her ankles, and swung her around so that her hips were right at the edge of the bed. He stood in front of her and guided his hard fat cock inside of her.

Once again, the stretching burned a bit. It was worse today since she was sore from yesterday. She did not protest.

He forced her knees up toward her head. He fucked her slowly at first. She watched his broad gray chest pant as he moved his body. His hips pressed into her, hard enough that the impact on her pelvic bones was a bit uncomfortable.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled.

"It's alright," she said. She grunted. "You aren't the worst lover I've ever had."

"There were others before me, is that right?" he said.

He shoved his cock so deeply inside her she thought he would split her down the middle like a log.

"I bet their cocks were not nearly as big as mine is," he said. "I bet they did not know how to pleasure you like I can. I bet they did not leave you shaking and panting the way I will."

"Slow down!" she said.

He backed off a bit. "A very hard thing to ask, my dear. A very tough request, asking me to show restraint on such a tight and perfect pussy as yours. Tell me Aris, what were the names of those scoundrels who deflowered you?"

"You think this talk is charming?" she said.

"You'd rather I discuss the weather while I fuck you, while I lay claim to your womb and mark it with my seed?" he said. He leaned over her and grabbed her waist. "It's the dry season on this side of the mountains. The sun will scorch you if you do not cover yourself."

The friction drove her insane. Her walls clenched around him, as if chewing on him, as if swallowing him. A muscle in her stomach began to cramp. She could feel the oncoming orgasm down in the tips of her fingers and toes. She flexed her feet to try and counteract the pressure. The sensation crept up her limbs and to her hips and stomach. She hummed.

"You do not need to stay silent for me, my dear. Let them hear you. Let them know how well and truly I am fucking you. When they see you struggling to walk today, make sure they know why."

By the gods, she wished he would be quiet.

He shoved his entire length into her and held it for a moment, then wiggled his hips a bit so that she could truly feel his size and length inside her.

She cried out as her body climaxed. She felt like this was the first time she had actually lived since taking her first breath.

He pulled out of her. "On your hands and knees!" he ordered.

"Why?" she said.

"Because you already know what it feels like for me to take you from the front. I wouldn't want to bore you, would I?"

She rolled over. He grabbed her by the hips and repositioned her so that she was facing the head of the bed and the wall behind it. He climbed onto the bed behind her and gave her rear a light pat and squeeze. He planted a kiss on her aching vulva and then entered her again.

His thrust was so strong she almost banged her head into the stone wall. She braced against the headboard with her hands. His hips slapped against her with smack after smack. The impact felt good, like he had shaken loose something within her that had been gumming up the walls of her organs. Her body got used to him and the aching and burning turned into a pleasant deep massage.

She did not want to admit to herself how good this felt. He was right. He promised she would not regret spreading her legs for him, and she did not. She pushed back against his cock, timing her movements with his thrusts.

The dim sky turned gray. Her arms grew tired from bracing herself against his thrusts.

When the first true sunlight of morning entered through the window, he grunted and moaned, and then he slowed down a bit. "This pussy will be the end of me," he said. His thrusts reduced to one or two every few seconds, and then he remained still within her. She could feel his cock throb as he spilled into her. And then he fell backwards away from her, panting.

She held still for a moment, allowing the breeze from the open window to soothe her sweating skin.

He wiped her down with a towel and encouraged her to lay on her back. He lifted her lower half up by her knees and placed a pillow under her hips. "A midwife told me a while ago that I must have you rest like this for at least an hour if there is to be any hope of conception."

"You want to conceive so soon?" Aris said.

"That's why we married in the first place. No need to delay." He massaged her abdomen with the heel of his hand. His pressure was firm, but it felt nice. And then he looked down into her eyes and smiled gently. "I will get you something to eat." He quickly dressed and left the chamber.

Aris lay with her rear end on the pillow, looking up at the rafters in the ceiling. She was a traitor to her nation and her race. Orcish seed had been planted in elvish soil, like trying to grow rice in dry sand.

But when Urragn had smiled at her, for a moment she imagined that there really could be a life beyond war, that she really could aspire to be something more than a soldier and a killer. She was deeply ashamed that the orc jarl of all people had introduced her to such silly and sentimental thoughts.

She had been a soldier her entire adult life, and even before that. She had lied about both her age and her gender when she joined the army as a scrawny adolescent elfling. By the time her lie was discovered she had already proven herself in battle, and an exception for the rules was carved out for her.

She imagined at some point she would be forced to stop fighting, either due to age or permanent injury. Maybe then she would marry. Maybe then she would take up a frivolous hobby like sewing or gardening or raising chickens. She hadn't thought that far ahead, and frankly hadn't believed she would live to see a such a day.

Urragn returned with leftover pork and barley with mint sauce. He sat down on the bed next to her and offered to spoon it into her mouth. She snatched the bowl from him and fed herself.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Lady of Fud Fargna?" he asked.

"Do you care?"

"I asked, didn't I?"

She had enjoyed herself, but she did not want to admit it. "I climaxed," she said. "And not every man can make me do that."

"You're not going to tell me who those other men were, are you?"

"You don't know them, and I will likely never see them again, so what would be the point?"

"Fair enough," he said.

She finished her bowl quickly, not enjoying the taste or the fact that the food was cold, but she knew she needed to get energy into her body.

Aris laid next to him for a while with her knees in the air as the midwife had supposedly instructed. He massaged her belly, no doubt also at the midwife's instruction. She tried not to enjoy his touch. His hands were so big and warm, and his movements so careful that it was hard not to. She wondered why he thought she deserved this tenderness, but she didn't dare to ask. And eventually she gave into the temptation to fall back asleep.

He only left her side when there was a knock on his chamber door. He spoke a few words to the soldier on the other side, and then urged Aris to rise and dress herself.

"Our caravan is ready. The captain wants to reach Tubid Village by nightfall. We should leave now."

Urragn washed his face with a water basin, and then combed out his long dark hair. He handed the comb to Aris.

"A simple request," Urragn said. "Please pin your braids up. You are married, and it is improper among my people for married women to wear their hair down."

"It is acceptable for orcish wives to walk about with their breasts uncovered, but wearing hair down is improper?"

"Very," Urragn said.

"The elves have no use for such sexist restrictions."

"Other than forbidding females from fighting in the army, forbidding them from inheriting the monarchy, and forbidding them from going shirtless while the males enjoy the warmth of the sun on their chests."

Aris glared at Urragn for a moment. "I need a pin or a string."

Urragn reached into his crude wooden desk and produced a polished wood pen and curved brace. She assumed it was one he sometimes used for his own hair. Aris pinned up her honey-brown braid.

Urragn smiled. "Now you truly do look like a jarl's wife. We will have to find you some proper jewelry in the markets at Tubid."

As they made their way down to the wagons, a thought occurred to Aris. She was traveling unarmed, and that was something a soldier never did. "Urragn, my sword, the one that was taken from me when I was captured. I would like it back. It was forged in Green River City, and it was a gift from my brother," she said.

Urragn made a noise not unlike a laugh. "Aris, there is no way, not even if the Goddess Chavishat commanded it herself, that I would ever let you touch a weapon."

"Why not! My whole life, men have told me that I must never have weapons, that I am not to be trusted with them. Prove to me the orcs are better than the elves in that regard."

"I'm not denying you weapons because you are female, my dear. I'm denying you weapons because, at one point you were ordered to kill me. You are not getting the sword back."

"It was a gift!"

"I'll order the armory here at Katkasad to keep it polished and safe. But I'm not going to argue about this further."

Urragn's refusal was fair and reasonable, but it infuriated Aris nonetheless. She would find some way to defend herself if such a thing was necessary, but she was angry about having this bit of agency stripped from her.

Three carriages had been prepared. One was filled with supplies, another with orcish soldiers, and a third was for the jarl and his woman. The wagon was covered with a wicker and canvas dome to protect them from the heat of the dry season. There was also a flap in the front and back which closed. In the wagon's interior, a blanket and cushions had been laid out for the couple to rest upon. Someone had also prepared a basket with wine, bread, and cheese.

"We are alone," Urragn said with a devilish grin as he climbed into the wagon before Aris. "The flaps will stay closed, and we can use the space however we please."

"Is that all you think about?" she asked him.

"Some say that orcish men have a bigger appetite than the men of other races," Urragn said. "You'll just have to compare me to those other scoundrel lovers of yours to confirm that."

"We are keeping the flaps open. You've tired me out enough," Aris said.

As Aris climbed into the wagon, she caught a glimpse of the captain and realized he had heard the whole conversation. She blushed. The captain sighed and shook his head.

Once the wagon began to move, Aris watched Fort Katkasad disappear behind her. On the very slim chance that her commanding officers did send a rescue party, they would have no idea where she was. They were heading east, in the opposite direction from the rendezvous point where Aris and her soldiers were supposed to meet after completing their mission. She pushed those thoughts away.

She and Urragn ate the cheese and drank the wine as they talked.

"Jarl Urragn, when did your king come up with this plan for you to marry an elf?"

"The jarls and the king have been debating for over a year about a way we could offer peace to the elves," Urragn said. "We thought of several proposals of how we could demonstrate how our races were more similar than different. Our first thought was to track down an orc-elf child. Certainly, in the long history of our races, at least one such child has been born before. That is, if such a hybrid is even possible."

"I doubt that it is," Aris said. "If it is possible, such births would be very rare. Pregnancies definitely, but certainly not healthy births that grow into healthy children."

"It could be that the parents of such children are embarrassed to come forward," Urragn said.

"Conception is at least possible. Considering the number of elf women who have been raped by orc soldiers, there absolutely have been pregnancies. But these... growths... are always aborted. It would be a torture to force an elf woman to birth such a child, conceived of such evil. And it is illegal for an elf woman to bear an orc child anyway. Even if she did not wish to abort, she would be arrested and forced to do so."

"Barberic," Urragn said.

Aris scoffed. "More barbaric than raping a woman after capturing her village and burning her home? Until it draws its first breath, it does not have life. It isn't a murder. It's a medical procedure."

"But to force a woman to kill her own child, under the threat of arrest. That certainly is barbaric, and if you ask me, as much a violation as the initial rape."

"It most certainly is not," Aris said. "They've hardly ever had to enforce that law anyway. No elf woman would want to carry such a pregnancy, especially since the creature is likely to be sickly."

"No elf woman except for you?" Urragn said.

Aris sighed. "It would not be the most fool hardy thing I ever attempted."

Urragn laughed. "An experiment, the captain called it. We'll have to see how it goes."

"It's an unfair thing to ask of a child," Aris said. "To be the ambassador of two races, to carry the burden of peace on its tiny shoulders."

"It's unfair to ask children to die in war, but they have been doing that for a while."

A horrible thought occurred to her. "Answer me honestly, Urragn. Did you ever rape any victims in the towns you conquered?"