Thread: Nothing's Fair in Lust and War ((ikoshama and Vivid))

It had been something that the grand city of Finestra had coming to it, destruction. They had tried to talk peacefully to the far sides of the country with kind and easy words. They minorities of the nation didn't need to be spoken down to like simple children. They decided that since the elves were not going to give in and give any lee-way with the demands and needs the Demonic State requested. This was there day of assertion to get what they wanted. It meant war, it meant eradication. The demons were the smallest population of any of the races, but they were the most powerful, cunning, sly, and charismatic. The Orcs were the breed of beings that were most abundant in the demonic lands. They were diverse and served all sorts of purposes, many were generals, leaders, solders, grunts, and workhorses. The rest of the unsorted different demons, ghouls, fiends, and creatures were the body of the attacking army taking all they saw by storm. As they rushed the lands a army of equal size and skill meet them face to face. One thing the elves were not prepared for in this war was the ever building ferocity of the Demonic Army. Sure they were equal in size, ability, and power. But the demon army was to tear straight through the army without any remorse, stopping, or faltering. They destroyed everyone in there sight of not of the same cause. As a man of there own fell before them, the man to replace him would kill every 10 elves for his fallen comrade. They cut through the elves main defenses the King and Queen had prepared. The army had no where to retreat in the 4 hours in had taken to defeat and dismember the army. The warriors were now on the complete destruction path burning all that they saw. Their eyes were set on the castle. All sort of men rushed the castle walls, as the King desperately gave orders to try and stop the onslaught. But, a even smaller and fractured militia meet the hoard knowing they'd die for the King. They all perished within moments of breaching the castle walls. Nothing was to hold the Army back from the King and his beloveds. Except the King himself, he was a mighty fine warlock himself, he had managed to hold back the rushing forces better by himself than most of his pathetic army had. In this scuffle though, the Queen had slipped into the Orc hands. She was raped and slaughtered by dozens of enemy prisoners. It was one of the more personal forms of warfare. As the King and his daughter were now on the run, out of his own castle, in the heart of his country. There was no where they were safe. As the couple reached the dark abyss of the night, the blood soaked lawn was something they ran over to get away. As soon as the hoard had broken up to search for them, the faction who found had gone the correct route saw them on the horizon. The chase was on. Yet as soon as the some 20 of them started to race that way, some elven resistance caught up with them. Most of the demonic army was too slow to outrun the resistance and to catch the King, but a few still persisted on being the ones to kill the King and take his head for all of the glory. Three fiends, 2 orcs, and a single demon knight were on their tail as they hit the storage shacks. At that moment, something happened, the two orcs, and a single fiend had been vaporized. The King must had put an enchantment or two at the entrance point to slow them down. The two fiends and the demon continued to pursue them. The demon knight wanted the fame, and the glory and with a flash of light one of the remaining orcs was no more, but just a heap of armor, clothing, and assorted tissue. The final orc looked up and took the hint and headed back the direction they came. As he left the area, he smelled something sweet, and delicate. Elven purity and flesh, he must have not noticed it at first because half of the hunting party had be reduced to ashes in an instant. He sniffed around the area to get a better grip of the scent. As he lingered around he ran off to a nearby burning corpse to form a make-shift torch. He soon located the scent, with intensive sniffing at the doorway of the shed he was confident the daughter was in. The large orc let out a blood curling scream as he kicked the door in. He saw the sweet delicacy that a virgin elf. The Orc was standing in the doorway that he had to lower his head to get into the shed. He stood about six feet tall, with large tusks from his jaws protruding up, down and to the side of his face. His face was a dark, earthen color, with glowing yellow eyes. He wasn't a warrior in armor, he has 200 pounds of pure muscle, with a torch that he dropped to the side of the shed. It was far enough away to not catch the shed on fire. He stepped forwards as she dove to the door to his right side to get past him. His fist gripped her hair, and threw her straight to the back of the shed with a vicious force. She was sent airborne as he sent flung her like a rag doll. Guess what honey, you're my little personal trophy in this destruction of the Elves. I'm going to destroy you. As he said that he removed the few rags he had on to show off the rest of his highly ripped body, with a foot long limp penis that he had buried under all of it. It was surprising that he was able to hid such a monster cock. He stepped forward to her again to show what he intended. listu