The Champion and his Unwanted Slave

[BarbarianTaco]

Thurk once the tribes fringe member, used for the darkest of magic and unspeakable missions. When the water began to lessen from the cliff it was him and his skill set that made him one of the few to be sent into the Elven lands to scout. He was one of the few to come back to verify that the elves had thought to damn up there only source of water! His information lead his people to war.

Thanks to the war and the missions his rivals constantly threw him on he succeeded coming back with tales and trophies no other orc had seen. the head of a crowned prince, the head of the archduke of magic, and the most prized possession of all the head of the Elf King himself. Thurk the Halfbreed, became Thurk Kingslayer in a a matter of weeks. Still the Half Breed did not live like one thrust into the possession of honored. Curing the week long reveling he stayed out with the men at the fires eating his fill, drinking his fill and fucking whatever orc or half orc woman would let him seize her. For three days he partied hard before returning to the posh Elven manor bestowed upon him as well as many spoils.

It wasn't the palace or the tower of the high wizard, it was infact the home of the Elves General of the Warrior mages or Magus. Which unlike his non shaman orc brethen few cared to study. Thruk however had come to see magic stealth and might as the most formidable combinations possible. Still he would have preferred a place on the edge of the city away from the eyes of others. He as a Half-Breed had never been regraded highly among his full orc brothers. Even more so as he sought to blend both blade and magic into one dangerous dance.

Today the third day since his victory he carried a young orc lass over his right shoulder her cries that of drunken giddiness and even more so victory as she noted the manor and knew she had been chosen to mate with one of the Honored. as he hadn't had his official unveiling to the tribe quite yet he would in time be recorded with a magically rendered statue to ever commemorate his status. Along side his mystical bestowal of a Honored tattoo on his face.

As he passed the small stone wall that was damaged form the fighting he noted his door and the ward he had left were both broken. Angered he let slid the woman off his shoulder unceremoniously into a bush and drew his curved warblade. This blade was one he picked up from the Prince he slew. He crept into his home with a spell read on his lips and hand flexing waiting to release the spell.

As he crossed the threshold the candles and lanterns flicked to life and one of the Shamans stood before him." Why does a Shaman grace the newly christened house of Thurk Kingslayer?"he asked becoming a bit more at ease. His spell was paused as he lowered his blade. The Shaman a woman stepped to the side to show her four guards holding the chains to an Elven girl.

" Your Chief has blessed the Kingslayer with yet another reward. Like many heroes of the war the finest Elven women captured were given out for each house to do with as they pleased. as you are newly crowned you were probably did not know that you would be required to attend the formal post war council. If you had you would know forty half-breeds where given to you as part of your burgeoning house, as well as several orc and human females. Lastly your prize aside form the comprible pile of seized artifacts jewels and coins is this the Adopted Princess of the royal family.." Spoke the Shaman and she almost finished when he held up his hand and cut her off.

" Thats nice and all, but you can keep the Elven bitch i don't want her." he said sheathing his blade which made the other men guarding the elven woman be less tense. he heard the orc woman getting out of her hiding spot and come forward a bit unsure of what was going on but ready willing to stay now that she heard this was the Hero of the war, this was Kingslayer.

" Look here Half-Breed, This bitch is your gift from the Chief himself. having asked the girl what horror kept her going, and noted that she has there when you offed her father well he couldn't wait but give her to you. Wether it was to punish her or something else I do not know. What i do know is if you refuse the Chieftan himself will come down here and kill you. so she is yours take it or die" She spat contempt filling her words as she almost growled at him. Thurk only chuckled in response.

"Fine I will take her , and Surke thanks again for becoming my new houses Shaman" He said noting to his full blood sister as the four men watch and wait as Thurk walks over the orc woman he had once carried here on his heels.

" What should i do with her. Maybe an inspection first to make sure she is not defective. Possibly make her I don't know wash my feet from the blood beer and bile ? Not sure yet exactly but she will serve me well or her head will decorate my wall" he said pulling the chains from the me and smiling." Go now i have her, and tell my men to come to me in the morning i wish to see them for myself. Until then only the elf and this gutterorc will stay"

 

[Armphid]

Liandris Leafshade, The Upraised Princess, Lady of Autumn's Grace, The Falling Leaf Archer, who bore many other titles that were all equally grand and all now equally empty waited for her wretched fate to continue. She was in chains with her hands tightly bound and good for the damn bastards that they were or she'd be trying to kill them right now. She was not born royalty but adopted into the royal family for her service as a ranger; her bow was deadly and she was strong in the lower nature magics that her people used.

Had used. Her people were finished; their nation overthrown in the sudden and senseless attack of the orc savages and their half-breed chattel warriors. The kingdom had resisted but fallen as leader after leader fell to a mysterious assassin who blended magic with his fighting in a way no elf or orc ever had. She knew, she had seen him. She had fought in the last campaign when the orcs took the capital and her singing bow and slain dozens but there were always more. She had run out of arrows when the strange man appeared, looking less like an orc than any she had seen. He had battled her father, her adopted father, the king and she had been helpless to intervene from her perch on high and could only watch as he defeated and slew him, taking his head. She had wept then and fought tooth and nail with the orcs that finally made it to where she had been positioned, sending two plummeting to their end before being caught.

She had prayed she would be killed, but instead, here she was. She knew the tongue of the orcs, having learned it a long time ago in case she ever needed to go on a trade mission to their neighbors in the dusty valley below the forest. Liandris knew she was meant as tribute to one of the orcish heroes; a slave.

Four men held her chains and it had taken that many to get her under control. She had thrashed and fought before being carried here suspended, impressed in a way that the orcs hadn't just lost patience and killed her. Part of her wanted to be slain; to pass over the sundering seas of mortality and awake in the eternal happiness of the Everwood but she wanted to live as well. Only alive would she be able to get some measure of revenge. Or at least know if any of the other elven kingdoms would respond; many of her people had been evacuated through magical mirrors broken behind them to prevent pursuit, the children and those unable to fight primarily.

But not enough. So many had died, had been taken. The last three days had been horrible. She had heard and even seen her fellow elves raped and ravaged by the victorious brutes, men and woman alike. She had been spared so far...but was it her turn now?

The elf princess noticed the approach of the new master of the house before the orcs attending her and her green eyes went to the doorway and then He entered. Her pink lips fell open in shock and her eyes went wide. Him! That was the bastard who filled the king! And her adopted brother, the crown prince! "Oh...no," she whispered, her words unheard over the loud voices of the orcs as they argued.

The men holding her seemed nervous, even after the odd looking orc man sheathed his weapon. He seemed to not want her but came around quickly, taking her chains from the four men. He was telling the rest to leave and she shook her head, "Surely you want privacy for your pleasures, I'll go too. Since you don't want me anyway, I'll just see myself out." She took a few steps towards the entrance, taking up much of the slack in the chains.

 

[BarbarianTaco]

Thruk jerked the chains and pulled his Elven woman back towards him. His strength was one of the few things underestimated by his enemies. Even the Orc woman next to him stopped her fawning to shiver at the raw power. Still he had many more things that others didn't realize. This was due mostly to his life at the edge of the tribe ever the outcast but always the one to do the jobs others could or wouldn't do. That is what made him strong and fast. It is what made him learn a variety of things.

" You know princess you are mine, and unless you wish to wander and become an orcs plaything I believe you shall remain close for the time being" he said in prefect elf his inflection and wording almost as if a full blooded elf had spoken. It too was a skill he possessed but rarely used as the orcs cared little for languages other than orc. As he stood with the chains in his hand eh pulled her towards him and smiled.

" Now Princess you shall follow me and my quest to my chamber." he said as his free hand reached over to grab the muscled backside of the orc woman. He kneaded it as she pulled herself close to him and ran her hand over his bare chest as her lips suckled on his neck.

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In his room he magically locked the heavy chains into the wall. It was a cruel thing to do to have this Elven woman tethered to a wall, but she was his property now and her people lost. To think they would let the orcs die of thirst was cruel and from that he had acted with his people. Thruk ignored her though as he let his weapons rest on the stand near his newly claimed bed. His woman a very scarred but fierce orc woman from the camp threw off her top and shimmed at out of her bottoms as he stood barefooted beside his bed.

Thruk knew the Elven woman could see him but cared little. What he did care about was not insulting his chief or letting this Elven woman die needlessly. Still he stood his pants still tuaght about his body as the Or woman kissed him. As she did he grabbed her ass and squeezed the flesh between his fingers kneading it like dough as this the woman continued to kiss further down his body.

A few kisses from his neck got her to his nipples as that happened the orc woman's hands seized his belt and pulled it free. As she did his pants dropped showing his semierect cock, its length already six inches. The orc woman wasted no time to continue her kisses. Instead she knelt before him. Thruk looked over at the elven woman his gaze not moving as the orc woman stroked his cock before she kissed the tip. With in a matter of seconds his cock grew and grew.

The skilled hands of the orc woman continued to work there magic. Briefly he looked down seeing the green hair of the orc begin to bob up and down as his member once only a mere 6 inches grew to its full potential in her tight suckling lips. It was pleasurable, watching this unknown orc woman feast on his manhood, seeking to get every last drop form him.

A few more strokes he made her stop and pointed for her to get into his bed. As she obeyed he stood letting his member stand fully erect before his slave, smiling just for a moment before he turned.

With his ass facing his slave he saw his orc bedwarmer with all fours on the bed ready to receive his member in her tight wet hole. He chuckled as he walked over and slapped the woman's ass. She mewled letting his hand rub the fleshy rump. What would he do next to her, would he assault her with his dick or wait and let her experience a skill he rarely used. As he contemplated his hand slipped down and let his fingers tease the exposed sex wondering what he wanted, be it a rough ride with him doing the work or make this green slut ride him instead. Oh the choices

 

[Armphid]

Liandris really wasn't sure she wanted to see this. But what choice did she have? Despite his warning about becoming son orc's plaything if she was away from him, that seemed to be exactly what she was here. She had been a ranger before and during being adopted as a princess; if she could get free, she knew she could hide and survive in the forest and escape the Orcs entirely. Where she would go then was an open question but she would not be a slave!

But for now, she had to watch and get information. About her captor and his magic, the orc scum and their numbers and location. She didn't think escape would be easy but if she planned well, she could do it. Maybe she could find out why this had all happened too. Though that hardly mattered now.

She noticed the whore was naked now. The dark haired elf had seen women like her before; they'd throw themselves at any famous or powerful man in the hopes of getting something from it. Money, status, either way it was pathetic. This one...well, she didn't see the attraction. To her eyes, the orc woman was plain at best. But she did have tits and a pussy and that was probably all this assassin cared about. He was also clearly a half breed. Perhaps being able to fuck a full blooded orc had some personal significance. Good to know.

Liandris put on a bored expression as she watched them. Her captor clearly wanted her to see his penis when the slut disrobed him but it wasn't that impressive. She'd seen elf men that size or even a little bigger. But then the whore started to stroke and then suck it and it grew. And grew. And grew. Her green eyes went wide with astonishment. "Gods above," she breathed in shock, "he...he's huge!" What would that feel like? It would be in her belly if he put it all in!

She felt a new gratitude that he didn't want her. When he turned around, she shook her head and breathed a soft sigh of relief. But at the same time, there was a small disappointment that she wouldn't see that big thing directly ravaging the orc slut.

 

[BarbarianTaco]

Thruk chuckled as he pulled his fingers from the orc woman and pulled her from the bed. Depositing her on the floor he laid back on his elven bed letting his growth stand tall while he looked at the elven woman. He gave a slight smile as he snapped his finger and the orc woman stood up.

"You know what to do" He said in his bass voice. With little else the woman got on the bed and sat behind his cock. she stroked it her eyes looking over her shoulder at him before she rose and spread her self wide. It wasn't the prettiest of pussies but he didn't care he was able to get a woman with out having to use his prestige. The woman spread the lips and touched the tip of his cock. She began to rock her hips teasing his tip as he rested one hand on her back as the other was under his head. He smiled as she began to moan her pussy begging to go further but like most orc women knew if not bonded or a slave they could not just take it. No she was waiting for him to say it.

In orc the woman groaned."FUCK ME" She said her words yearning for him. He chuckled and made her turn about. He flicked a nipple and smiled."Fine you may pleasure me" He said in common letting his words rumble out in the room. So smooth and sensual. The woman took to it ans slid down. She was eager and tried to move down fast. she stopped mid way her breath strained as she wasn't sure if his monster would fit. Even for an orc he was well endowed.

For the elf woman she could see that the orc woman almost seemed impaled on the thick still growing cock, its girth almost tearing the woman. Yet she still seemed unharmed. As the woman rocked halfway down his cock the orc warrior chuckled."Well seems you can't handle it" he says right before he flips Her over on her back.

His muscled back bore a variety of scars, unlike his front it seemed he wouldn't let many a blade threw his frontal defenses. Still his muscles and tattoos showed through the crisscross scars on his frame. As he rested his body taught pulling slowly out of the woman before he looked in the orc woman's eyes and smiled." Your rights are stripped, you will no be used like the slave you are"

At that he rammed his cock deep into the woman with one powerful stroke. His cock ass muscles and legs muscles tightened as she let his hips and upper thighs slam down into the orc woman, his monstrous member stabbing with enough force to make the wooden frame of the bed creak and moan. As that happened the orc woman cried out in a pleasurable scream her pussy hungrily spasming about his thick cock. The Orc dubbed Kingslayer continued his hard deep thrusts claiming this orc woman as his own.

 

[Armphid]

The elf princess stared at the spectacle taking place in front of her. It was disgusting, disturbing, brutal, and shocking. She spoke the guttural language of the Orcs and understood what the half breed said to the woman he was violating. He had taken her rights away and made her a slave? Just like that? That was insane! How could a society function when some people could just arbitrarily enslave anyone they wanted? "They're mad," she whispered to herself.

She'd seen some things she needed to note and think on too. Her captor's scarred back told her he was as vulnerable to an attack from behind as anyone. That was useful to know. Liandris was also astounded at the size of his maleness. It had just kept swelling and hardening until he'd taken control and started to pound the orc bitch. The greenskin had problems with it...but she probably wouldn't. Elves were renowned not only for magic but for their dexterity and flexibility. That flexibility wasn't just for their outsides; elves could take huge insertions and would still be tight afterward. That was one way some of the druids had made deals with the more earthy nature spirits in their mystic woodland. She could take that whole big orc cock and...wait, why was she even thinking about that?

 

[BarbarianTaco]

Thruk continued his harsh thrusts. His cock ramming into the orc woman's hot whole wet and frothing about his cock. The Orc woman continued belabored moans as he rammed his whole member in her pussy slick with pleasure. Thruk showed no sign of tiring as the woman how ever went rigid. Her hand gripping his muscled back her head and chest thrown back in orgasmic bliss as her toes curled. Thruk held his cock in her deep before he pulled all the way out and stroked the slick member looking down at the writhing woman.

" Seems you didn't live up to your reputation" he said gripping both of her legs and lifting them up so that her ass was exposed. the woman was still in the midst of her orgasm while he let the tip of his cock tease her ass hole. With a grunt he shoved the tip inside the tight little back hole. Almost instantly the orc woman made a strange gurgling as her eyes rolled inot the back of her head and her tongue lolled out.

" So you are not worthy of my bearing my progeny, not yet" he said as he thrust his hips forward his member spilting apart her firm ass. Her reaction was a moaning gurgle as she came her pussy spewing more of her warm liquid across his stomach. Thruk only let his cock rest for a moment before he continued his assault on her ass. As he did a creak came from the door. His eyes darted that direction but he did not turn or slow instead he waited.

As he felt his cock growing harder he heard the first foot fall. With a half turn he thrust out his hand. In elvish he screamed "Illuminate!" as he did a brilliant flash of searing light erupted in the room. Shortly after two gray clad half orcs stood in the room. Back to orc he sighed as he rammed forward his body going taught as he pumped his seed into the now gaping ass of this orc woman. As the cum continued to spew forth he pulled it out which lead to cum dripping form the orc woman's ass hole and some cum still spewing form his nearly seventeen inch member.

"So my rivals thought to get the drop on me with assassins" he said in orc as the two assassins struggled to get there footing, the bright light clearly effecting them. he spoke a word in the dialect of dragons and in a flash his weapon was in his hand. With a mere spin off came the two men's heads and he turned to you.

"You Princess Liandris, You will clean this up" He said waving his hand and ending the enchantment keeping her restrained to the wall." have my men remove these bodies but keep there toys. You get to clean her up and find something suitable in the former mistresses of this houses' wardrobe. She did her best but wasn't ready to bear my children. Still I will keep her for fun and for the pleasure of my men. Oh and if you don't have water for her holes use your tongue" He said with a chuckle standing there his cock slowly deflating in front of her. He was naked his front completely devoid of scars except for the one over his right eye. his right hand holding the finely wrought and ancient elven blade with dwarven runes lay in his hand. His body was covered in sweat and blood and the orc womans juices. After a minute he looked down at you his eyes connecting.

" After that you will attend to my bath. I have much to ask of you about the Honorable King of the Elves. he was a great leader. It was an Honor to have fought him and bested him in battle. Still go clean as I contemplate on who sent these shadow slayers after me" he said earnestly and with a gruff gusto.

 

[Armphid]

Her green eyes were unable to look away from the brutal fuck in front of her. The orc woman was screaming in apparent pleasure, writhing as she was used hard and raw. How could she, could anyone, enjoy that? These Orcs were mad! And had she not heard that he'd enslaved her? Did she not care?

Something about her had displeased the half breed though. He claimed she didn't live up to her reputation, that she wasn't worth bearing his young and then- "Goddess!" He just shoved that monster cock up her ass! He'd tear her insides for sure! Right?

She sensed the intruders as they stepped into the room, her ears twitching and her head turning to look towards them. The assassination attempt was over before it really started; the magic using killer cumming in his bitch and killing the intruders in the same span of seconds. Again he seemed insane to her; how could he cum, kill and address all of it so calmly?

She stiffened as he finally spoke to her. He wanted her to clean up his whore? Her eyes narrowed and she bit back a refusal. It wouldn't be smart. She'd resist in other ways but obey enough to get more information and plan her escape. Or her revenge. Either way.

"All right," she said when he finished speaking, "I'll clean her up, have your men deal with those two, find her clothes, and then find you at the baths." She did not look down or away from his gaze when she spoke. She did incline her head when done and then walked over to where the pleasure and pain delirious orc woman lay.

Liandris slipped one of the orc's arms over her shoulders and then heaved with surprising strength to get the woman to her feet, "Up you go," she said in accented orcish. "Your master wants you cleaned and dressed, slave girl." The princess helped her walk out of the room, intending to take her to the nearby mistress' quarters. She saw a few of the grunts she assumed belonged to her captor, "Hey, greenskins!" They looked up angrily, "Two assassins just tried to kill your boss." The Orcs started and looked panicked, "Looks like they got right by you. He requests you get rid of the bodies and clean up the mess there, all of it. He wants their weapons and gear kept. Go and take care of it."

One of them snorted, "We don't listen to you, elf bitch."

She smirked, "I'm telling you the Kingslayer's orders. It's your choice to disobey him after letting two killers get in right under your noses. Maybe your replacements will be more competent." The Orcs grumbled but began to head to where the fight and fuck had taken place. Liandris started walking with the dazed orc woman again. She found the right room and led the slave to a seat. Water was in many of the rooms here, flowing in hidden pipes in the walls that could be accessed and used to draw water if you knew how. And she did.

Liandris bathed the orc woman with warm water and wash cloth from the water closet. The woman seemed surprised at her actions and her gentleness. Part of Liandris' nascent plan. She could learn about the Orcs from this woman. Maybe she could be an ally. "I'd move carefully; he fucked your ass hard." She kept speaking in the orc language, despite it giving her knowledge of it away. "I'm sorry but he stripped you of your rights and declared you his slave. I didn't know someone could just do that on a whim!"

She dressed the orc in the largest dress she could find and it fit her all right. "There, now you're clean and dressed. My name is Liandris, by the way. I am to attend him in the bath. He didn't tell me where you were supposed to go, so you should come along to get your instructions."

The two slaves went to the baths to find their mutual master. On the way, Liandris ducked her head in to see that his men had removed the bodies and cleaned up the blood, cum, and shit on the floor and the bed. She grinned; that had worked out nicely. The other Orcs were scared of that murderer, all right.

As they entered the baths, Liandris wondered if she should have changed her own clothes. She hadn't done so because she hadn't been ordered to but she'd have loved to get out of the skimpy underclothes and tattered remains of her gambeson that she was wearing now. Maybe she would ask him. She cleared her throat as they approached, "I did as you asked. All is cleaned, the assassins' equipment awaits your inspection, your...new slave is clean and dressed. You did not tell me where she was to go, so she came to get her orders."

 

[BarbarianTaco]

Thruk walked into the luxurious pool the previous master had built here. Like most elven dwellings they were in tune with the surrounding nature. looking about he saw the various oils and lathers elves had too clean. Orcs mostly bathed in the rain or when running through the creeks and rivers. Granted they would when they had time go out and swim counting it as clean. He had taken to the human way of bathing which was often in a tub with water in it.

Still naked he got into the heated lagoon like tub and sat on a stone stool in the center. As he sat there he awaited for the Elven woman to return. He did not want her, but he did not wish her to be a gift of the horde. She was a warrior and deserved a better life than this but he would try and protect her. It was the least he could do.

He knew the elven captives they had would end up either a former shell of themselves or commit the most egregious sin to an elf, suicide. When he heard her come in he looked over his shoulder."Welcome back. Undress and come in with me. Wash yourself and wash me. Note that I took you in as to not see you broken and abused by the other orcs. If you keep in my good graces I will make sure to give you as comfortable a time in my service as possible." He said as he gestured to the label and towels.

"After this you will get some clothes from the closet. You will also accompany to my room where you will sleep near me. Now tell me Princess of how you came to be in the final battle when the kings others daughters left with the caravans to the other kingdom." He asked tapping his chin.

 

[Armphid]

Liandris hadn't been sure what to expect but it wasn't this. As much as he seemed determined to demonstrate his raw brute power over others earlier, here he was now offering her relative kindness. It didn't match what she'd seen of orcs in general at all. But she was glad to have it. And maybe could parlay it to her advantage.

"As you command," she answered. "And thank you." She didn't know how he wanted her to respond to his orders so she defaulted to how she would have when she was a ranger. Before she began to undress, she pointed to the orc woman, "You haven't given this one orders yet, so I brought her rather than leave her to her own devices." Or his men's mercy.

She then slid the tattered remains of her gambeson off her slender shoulders and to the floor. Her under clothes were stained and dirty, part of her would be glad to be rid of them. And yet part of her was also concerned about him. He'd not shown any interest in her so far but being naked in the water might change that. Regardless, she reached her hands back to unhook her bra, letting out a breath as her breasts came free and the small garment came off. She was well endowed with very large, high, pert, and perky tits that seemed almost too big for her frame. They bounced and jiggled as she wiggled her panties off and down her shapely legs. Her plush yet toned ass only jiggled a bit as she stepped down into the pool. The elf woman let out a moan at the feel of hot water on her body are blushed, "Ah, pardon me. I just...enjoy bathing."

She submerged completely and then arose from the water, her skin bright as rivulets ran over her body, droplets raining down from her mountainous tits. Liandris took up a washcloth and half walked, half swam to the reclining orc. Half orc, she was sure. The lush princess knelt and began to rub the cloth over him, feeling his powerful muscles as she cleaned him. "I stayed for many reasons. My fath-" she stopped the word as anger and hate flared up in her at thus bastard for killing her father and her king. Her brothers. So many great men and women. She took a deep breath. "The king was determined to stand and buy as much time for the retreat as possible. There were many powerful and priceless artifacts and devices that were just as important to save as our people. He had lost my...the crown prince and two of the others and would not risk any more of hid bloodline. But I am not a princess by blood, I was adopted. I stayed so that he would be left all alone by his family. I stayed because I loved him."

She took a moment to steady her emotions. "I also stayed because I am Liandris, the Falling Leaf Archer. My bow was worth more fighting than in travel. And...I wanted to kill your people to avenge my own. I was a hero to my people. My staying to fight made our soldiers fight harder. It gave them hope. I thought my life was worth that."

 

[BarbarianTaco]

Seeing the orc woman come back with the elven princess. When his slave began to talk about her needing a task he sighed and spoke." Fine she will await me in bed, I will give her a second chance. If not she will be the companion of my men to better grow the strength of this burgeoning house" he said in Orc first before he switched to elven. With a quick bow the orc woman rushed off to the bed.

Thruk, however, thought it basically an exercise in futility while he watched Liandris disrobe and enjoy the water. A faint smile crossed his face seeing her happy. It was beautiful to see an elf not in battle. Even he knew that the elves personified the beauty of nature. Which obviously she did not stray from. She was a magnificent creature especially not confined to those hideous trappings.

"No do not apologize. Orcs are not ones to really bathe much aside from the rain and well streams. It's seen as a luxury instead of a daily aspect of life. So I understand M'lady your enjoyment of having a bath." He said sitting there watching her. it was a bit odd seeing an elf swim but he was not sad that he did get to see it. When she got up and began to talk about the king he turned to look at her.

"You should not deny the dead his meaning to you. The King was your father. Own that." he said resting there on the bench. As he does and listens he chuckles." Yes I suppose that's true. You are not related by blood but i beat he begged you to leave with the others. Still your adoptive family was a great family. They had brought prosperity to the Elven people. Sought peace with the other races and fought hard to those who opposed them."

Thruk looked at Liandris and pointed to the small freshly scarred wound on his upper right shoulder." Right there is where I took one of your arrows!" He said chuckling. "If it wasn't for my magic i would have died. I am glad you did not suffer a fate like the other captured. You are far too honorable a warrior to be raped and discarded." He said letting the beautiful woman wash him. It was invigorating having someone do it especially a woman of her beauty.

"It's admirable to fight for your people. I fought for mine. Not the orcs themselves but for the half-breeds. Here in the horde we half-breeds are treated like crap. So I fought for a better standing for my people." Thruk said his cock stirring to attention as she scrubbed him. he blushed a bit at the fact of letting himself get aroused by her. Still he kept his face normal.

" I may even let you get a bow and a blade. That is if you keep to your duties and serve my House and its objectives. First one being that you Liandris are my personal slave.No one can touch you without my permission. The second is to keep the house as close to its original state as possible". he said turning to look at you." Also I know where your brother is buried. I would have loved to have buried your father but all I got from his was this" he holds out his hand summoning a ring of elven make."Sorry"

 

[Armphid]

Her green eyes flicked to the mark of the would her arrow had left and she wished with all her heart that it had been just a few inches lower. Piercing his lung would have given her father the edge to win. Instead...

She shivered and pushed the thought away. The last thing she needed right now was to see it again in her mind's eye. This brute killing him, taking his head, the green skins swarming his fallen body and stripping it of his gear and royal tack before they dismembered him...savages! Filthy bastards, every one! Especially THIS one. He made it possible. They won because of him!

She almost lunged at him and tried to use the washcloth to strangle him in the bath but that would be foolish. His size and strength would give him the advantage in a grapple. Instead she took a deep breath to swallow her anger and made herself listen to him further as he spoke.

"It is admirable to fight for your people," she said softly. "We knew the orcs treated their half-bloods with contempt; it was always a strange thing to us that they would treat them so badly, yet seemed to go out of their way to breed more." It was one of the things the elves had always considered foolish about their neighbors; they bred and bred and bred and never seemed to stop to think if the land around them could support their numbers. Was that what had led to their attack? "I wonder if any differences you make will last? I am sure there are many who do not want you in such an...honored...position."

His cock was getting hard under the water. Liandris felt a bit of pride at that; of course it was! She was a beautiful and sexy elf woman! Among her own people, her knockout figure had been renowned. She'd posed for sculptures of her elegant but amply endowed nude body a few times in her life. Where did those statues end up now? It didn't matter.

But if he was aroused, he could be more dangerous. She'd seen what he did to that orc woman and how callously he treated her. But at the same time, maybe it was also a way to more favor with him...

She blushed as she looked down and saw how long and thick it was now. Gods! It was an honest expression. She continued to listen and to wash him down. Soon she would be at his dick, having already washed his legs, his arms, and his chest and back.

His words startled her. He'd arm her? If she did well. Then she would. Having weapons would make her goals much easier. "I understand that I am yours alone, I would never allow anyone else to touch me." Keeping the house in the original state would be easy at first but grow difficult. There would be no one to help maintain the magical features but she could do it, if the previous owner's library had survived.

Then he smashed her thoughts with a few words and the ring in his hand. He...and that was...oh. "Oh, Father," she gasped, unable to stop herself. Her eyes welled with tears as she reached out with a trembling hand to take the ring he offered. "Oh, Father, how I miss you," she whispered to it. "This ring...my birth father gave him this, they were friends before he and my birth mother both died in the Shadow Crusade." The creatures in that conflict had been killed almost entirely and the survivors bound by some of the magical monuments that were in the elf lands, now the orc lands. What would happen when those monuments were eventually distrubed? "My father the king, he wore it every day that I can remember. I...may I have it? As remembrance of him? Please, I will....I will do what you ask to earn it." She licked her lips, "I should also like it if I could visit my brother's grave. There are words to be said and songs to be sung for him."

Her shoulders trembled but did not shake. Tears streamed down her cheeks unashamed but she was now bawling or heaving her breath. Her words did not break. Even in grief and sorrow, she was strong and resolute, princess of the elven people, even in slavery.