Fetishes include horse cock "dickgirls" (a.k.a. futanari). Non-consent, light bondage, gagging, etc. All characters are full adults, over age 18, no underage sex is implied or inferred.
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The people of the modern world think of elves and orcs as mythological races that always fight because orcs are evil and elves are noble. The real nature of their conflict is a little more difficult to explain.
Only the most prurient fantasy art and literature guesses at the truth between orcs and elves. While those tales are obviously all made up, what I am about to describe to you is the dark truth. Orcs and elves fight because orcs want to fuck elves. Believe it or not, some elves really want to be fucked by orcs. You may think it sounds crazy, but I actually met many elves and read their minds. One, a sorceress elf named Cresania, was even so bold as to discuss it with me. This chapter explains how I learned the shocking truth of their weakness for brutal subjugation, and about the secret lust from which they are unable to break free.
It was the last day before the rest of the coven would wake from their rite in the Sacred grove. I had been getting to know the elves of Faroldhomme on my own. All of them. Intimately.
Indeed, I made it my mission to have sex with literally every elf in Faroldhomme, because they all wanted to have children, and I was the miracle dickgirl who could do it. I wasn't exactly sure how I impregnated elves who were centuries, if not millennia, past their childbearing centuries, but they were very grateful for the miraculous pregnancies and the aura that came with it.
Lucille by the way was not involved in any rite. She had gone off with a hot elf noblewoman and her bevy of girlfriends, no doubt to party and drink and fuck like rabbits. I had taken up an invitation from Cresania to discuss a matter that had surfaced while I was reading the minds of the many elves I was fucking. It was a very sensitive subject, but Cresania felt that since I already knew about them, she had to divulge the secret of the Unredeemed and make sure I sufficiently understood the curse from the elven perspective.
Cresania lived in a very large structure known as the Observatory. Its gracefully oblong, domed main chamber gave the entire building its shape as well as its name. The Observatory was used to scry upon the heavens, mainly for research and astronomy, which was Cresania's hobby.
She showed me around the place but it was clear that first we needed to take some time out to express our feelings of affection to one another. After a mutually giving lovemaking session, we spooned in her round bed. The bedroom had a star display as well, but this one was just an illusion of colored fog and lights swirling gently around us, obscuring all reality from view except the two of us. There, she began to explain to me the curse, and how she hoped to rescue some of the elves from it.
"The Elves of Faroldhomme are, to varying degrees, susceptible to the curse," she told me. "It seems futanari are immune from it though."
"Wow, is that one reason you became a futanari?"
"Not exactly," Cresania chuckled. "It just seemed like a golden opportunity at the time. Enough about me though."
"Right, the curse of the orcs. I don't get it though, it seems so far-fetched. From the way you describe orcs, I wouldn't touch one! You said they're ugly and smell awful!"
"They are indeed foul, Jeanie," Cresania said, turning her body to face me. "Often, the initial contact is involuntary. After that, however, elves can develop an attraction due to the way they and the orcs were created. After all, creation magic is by far the most powerful force in the universe.
"When Sylvania created the elves, she created them to resemble herself, but she added personality traits that she hoped would be an improvement upon the First Elf. Our lore says that she made us," she then said a few elven words I cannot possibly spell, "which means dutiful, curious, who love beautifully rendered art and architecture, who revel not just in their own culture but in the contrast with others. Another possible translation for amused is fascinated. It is in the matter of fascination with contrast that unexpected difficulties seem to have arisen, at least, that is what I suspect. Jeanie, humans don't feel the same attraction to opposites, despite what they say. Neither did Sylvania. She was a lover of homogeneity, and she believed strongly in having a distinct, glorious elven culture. Her elves did not disappoint, but some elves began to wish for something else, something radically different."
"Go on," I said. I loved getting a lesson on elves from Cresania. It felt like a great privilege, and she sounded so cute and nerdy, it was actually a real turn-on.
"After Sylvania created the elven race, ages ago, her nemesis, the demigod Uruk, became jealous. At first, he created trolls and ogres to fight and rape the elves, but the elves learned to keep these beasts at bay. Their savagery provoked the elves to mount merciless eradication campaigns in defense of sylvan territories.
"Uruk took a different approach with orcs. This time he studied Sylvania and her elves very carefully. He hoped to make a race of repugnant men that Sylvania and elven men would detest, but that the elven women would have a weakness for."
"Oh, but they're still so big and ugly, aren't they?"
"Well, I'm getting to that. Orcs have proportions similar to humans only bigger and thicker. They stand head and shoulders above human men, and are more muscular. They have straight backs, unlike ogres, but have the ogres' tusks."
"Is it true they are green-skinned?"
"Greenish to almost purplish at times, although most are green. Their skin is not as dark as swamp trolls." I shrugged at her reference, having never seen a troll. "At any rate," she continued, "Uruk's new race was created out of mud, which is well known. In forming them, he gave them an innate knowledge of how to dominate the female psyche. Brazenly giving away divine knowledge should have made the other gods angry. They should have risen up in defense of their own races but alas, they did not." She looked me in the eyes, and I gazed back and shrugged.
"So they were created to go after women, is that right?"
"Yes, Sha'non," she said playfully, sensing my affectionate mood.
"What happened next?" I rolled my eyes but enjoyed the compliment. Sha'non meant nymph, and many of the elves had taken to calling me that instead of my human name.
"After their creation, orcs dominated the females in their own race for many years, and grew in numbers before they started to fight with other races. Eventually, however, whole nations of orcs had appeared on every continent, threatening civilized lands, looking to steal dwarven treasures, and looking to capture elven slaves. Wars broke out across the multiverse. While humans of the past forged alliances with the dwarves to fight back against the orcs, elves were often on their own. Orcs would lay siege to elven cities. During these sieges, sometimes elfmaids would flee to the orcs and surrender, thus volunteering themselves unto enslavement."
"No way!" I said, incredulous. "Why would they do that?!"
"If you aren't an elf, you cannot understand. Humans, and dwarves for that matter, never acted so gallingly. Elfmaids are truly the most disloyal creatures when it comes to orcs, which is why the matter cannot be discussed openly among elves. You should thank me for divulging this to you."
