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This story contains nonconsenual elements.
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For centuries humans have been the pushovers of the world. Despite being more numerous than the other races it was petty divisions that left them as easy and enjoyable prey. Elves teased and tormented them during their raids. Orcs took men and women to be their pleasure slaves. Fairies played all manner of tricks and jokes on any human they could find. Beastfolk commonly kidnap a person to act as their personal pet. No one knew what the Demons did with their captured humans, though anxious minds often come up with extravagant ideas.
Alliances between human clans were often fleeting and barely useful in staving off all the threats that faced them. That was the case until the Mortal Goddess appeared. Her influence spread quickly but quietly, and within a few short years most of humanity had found the banner they needed to gather under. The clans waited to hear what their goddess would do to face their enemies, and perhaps even tell of ways to enact vengeance against them.
The Mortal Goddess did whisper plans to her people. While her power was not infinite she could cast a small curse on each and every being that had harassed them over the ages. It was a curse so small that the other races wouldn't even know it had appeared, but strong enough that when the humans did rebel it would ensure victory.
And so the humans trained and prepared under the guidance of their new leader. Men and women grew from frail militiamen to valiant knights and soon to be heroes. The goddess then softly announced that the curse had been placed upon the other races, the time for humans to rise up and prove themselves was at hand.
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The goddess decreed that the elves would be the first to face the newly envigored humans. Elves had been raiding the human coasts as well as clans near the jungles for ages to steal food and other goods. Fights had always been swift and left as embarrassing defeats, though now was the chance for redemption.
The trap was set. A large port village would be the first place to show that humanity could now retaliate against their enemies. It did not take long for elven pirate ships to choose the village for their next raid. The pirates attacked as the sun began to set, expecting a fast and entertaining victory against the humans like the many times before. This time would not be the case.
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Axilla the elf was eager to raid. As the ship she was on pulled alongside the docks she didn't even wait for it to stop, deftly jumping off to start the attack. Sword in hand, she calmly strolled towards the approaching humans as she heard the thumps of her fellow elves hitting the dock as they joined her and splashes indicating some choosing to swim.
The humans, like the many times before, looked poorly prepared. They spread out in disorganized directions in a feeble attempt to face the growing number of elves. Most of the humans wielded wooden clubs or tools, makeshift shields, and no armor. Not that Axilla or any of the other elves wore any armor either. The elven pirate smirked as she saw some of the human men trace their eyes along her beautiful slender body, a smooth leather bra barely containing her breasts and a simple belt with skimpy panties being the only things she wore.
Axilla reached the port ground and two humans went to intercept her as others went to confront the rest of her kin. She faced a man and a woman who looked like they hadn't ever fought before. The man advanced and clumsily swung his club at the elf. Axilla dodged easily and whipped her blade below his shield and then back again before he had a chance to react. The front of the man's pants turned to tatters, exposing his erection as his face burned with embarrassment. He retreated, dropping his club as he fumbled to try hiding his cock with what remained of his ruined trousers.
The elf turned towards the human woman. She wielded an old pitchfork and, perhaps in an attempt to compensate for the man, aggressively stabbed at Axilla. The elf avoided the stabs and moved closer until she was too close for the woman to stab again. The human then tried to push with the handle of the pitchfork to force the elf away. Axilla quickly ducked down and up, now face to face with the woman. The elf smirked, gave the stunned woman a kiss on the nose, then looped her leg around one of the human's and dropped her to the ground. The woman discarded her weapon and scurried backwards in fear before joining in the man's retreat.
Axilla turned and looked at the poor excuse of a battlefield. The other humans had begun to flee towards the walls of the village leaving the elves to take whatever they wanted from the buildings along the docks. Axilla smirked and sheathed her weapon as she approached one of the warehouses in the search for loot. She entered the cluttered building and went to a collection of barrels, hoping for some alcohol.
Suddenly, from behind some crates, another human appeared. Axilla quickly drew her sword and looked at her new enemy. This one was wearing metal armor with a design painted on the front. The warrior was also wielding a real weapon, a mace that was moving towards the elf's he...
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