Thread: The Fall of the Elves - Sebastian & Thy Beloved

Lieutenant General Antonius Blackbriar sat behind his desk in the barracks working on reports. The title was new to him. Just over a month ago he had been a corporal until he alone had come up with the plans to conquer this city. The plan had succeeded with minimal loss to the human race, something thought near-impossible. As reward Antonius had received a promotion, and the city-port of Athwen was put under his direct command. For the past month Antonius had been working hard at keeping the city running, and as wealthy as he could. It was tough work. He was a soldier, not a politician or an accountant. With luck the King would appoint a proper Lord soon. All Antonius had to do was keep the elven natives obedient and under heel. Most of the elves had accepted their fate. Except for a few holdouts here and there. Only days past a small group of elves had murdered one of Antonius' patrols. In retaliation Antonius had doubled the patrols, and tripled the price of food, medication and other necessities, with an exemption for all military members. By crushing the elves and raising the humans Antonius hoped to quell what rebellion was left. From there he could work at stabilizing the city, and making the wealth flow once more. The room Antonius was in was long and large. Seated at the back his desk was covered in papers in the way of organized chaos. Heading towards the front each side was lined with even more desks with men of lesser rank working at each one, or running about. The entrance of this hall of the barracks held a few waiting chairs. Sparsely decorated there was only two banners on the wall behind Antonius, one of the Kingdom, the other the black rose on green background of the house Blackbriar. Handing a folded letter to a messenger Antonius looked down the little walkway his desk was centered on and he focused on the three figures walking towards him. He recognized the two guards, but the new blonde elf was new. The shame and fear in her face along with the giddiness of the guards told Antonius exactly what the elf-woman was doing here. She was a little roughed up, dirty and likely starving, but a beautiful specimen nonetheless. Antonius waited until the three of them stopped in front of his desk before he spoke. Eric, Tom. If the two of you are here, who is watching the gate? The giddiness in the guards instantly turned to fear at the cold tone of Antonius' voice. Go. With no hesitation the two guards turned around and left, whatever reward they thought they would receive, forgotten. His dark eyes turned to the bright elf, looking her over a little more closely. He had already collected a fair share of elven slaves to keep his satisfied, but he was not opposed to another one. Especially if she could follow orders. Behind me is a door leading to a bedroom. To the left is another door leading to a bathroom. Go and wash yourself. Shave all the hair from your eyebrows down. You'll find new clothes in there, put on something clean that shows off your body. The various articles of woman's clothing hanging in the bathroom were from other girls that had arrived much as this elf, along with other skimpy pieces of clothing that Antonius had liked on woman, and collected over the past month. Once you are relatively pretty again you will wait in the middle of the bedroom for me. The bedroom was setup so Antonius had a comfortable place to sleep, in case he needed to stay overnight at his headquarters. This wouldn't be the first time he used the little hideaway for something more informal though. If you're a good little bitch you will remove your clothing right there, then crawl into the bedroom with your ass up in the air. I'm assuming she will at least go into the bedroom. If not, ignore everything after this, and I'll reply as needed After the elf left his sight and he head the bedroom door close behind him Antonius got back to work on his reports. As much as he enjoyed playing with the elven beauties who threw themselves at him Antonius had a job to do, and he did it very well. It was almost an hour and half after he had sent the blonde away that he finally pushed his chair up and stood. The room was almost empty now sunset about half an hour away most men would be finding food, female comfort then sleep. Antonius would be starting his night with woman comfort. Antonius was dressed in a crisp, black military uniform. His boots and pants were a solid black, broken by the white undershirt he wore. Over top of that was a black jacket, ornamented only by four white ropes on his right arm, distinguishing his rank. Picking up his vicsious looking sword Antonius strode from his desk and back into the bedroom. He closed the door behind him and slid the latch tight. The bedroom was spacious, but simple. A large bed sat opposite of the door, a small desk to the right and the bathroom to the left. A bearskin rug lie at the bottom of the bed, where the elf woman should be waiting. Walking over to the desk Antonius dropped his sword on top of it, before turning to look over the woman. I have prettier, and tighter cunts to stick my cock into. Elves were an incredibly modest race. Antonius found that such vile words always made them beautifully uncomfortable. Dance for me, show off your body and tell me why I should let an aged up bitch like you entertain me. Crossing his arms Antonius leaned back against the desk, his dark eyes watching the pretty elf.