Thread: Just Another Elvish Tail {darkest_fate & Major Mario}

Thorak turned and spat a glob of blood and spit into the grass next to him. He brought a thickly muscled hand up to his tusked mouth, wiping off the debris and detritus from his face as best he could. They'd been in these damn elvish forests for far too long now. Certainly they had enough to eat the villages they raided provided more than enough food. They could practically wander anywhere and find a fight of some kind. But Thorak still couldn't help but find the whole affair rather boring. Ever since he'd made that pact with the demon, he found fighting these elvish warriors almost too boring. The only relief he got was when the fighting shifted from the battleroom to the bedroom. Yes, Thorak actually had one of those they'd taken over an Elvish mansion on the outskirts of the country some time ago, setting up their camp within its walls. They'd needed to redecorate, naturally. Take down some of the frilly, flowery elf crap and put up decorations more suited to natural orcish tastes. What had been really fun to discover was that the elvish lord who'd lived there happened to be a pervert of the first order. He'd had not one, but three sex dungeons built to exacting specifications. Apparently his people had been both taxed and kidnapped, which sounded like a perfectly good tradition to continue in Thorak's mind. Except he wasn't actually at his headquarters. Instead he was in one of their battle camps, putting up with a near constant rain that bore down on everyone. It caused the wounds on his muscular body to leak with streams of red, the currents running over his scarred flesh. Years of serving in elvish prison arenas had left Thorak with more than his share of wounds... and years of serving as an elvish noblewoman's personal pet had left him with more than the average orchish experience when it came to pleasuring an elven female. More than one of these frail little creatures had wound up practically begging to be his permanent mistress. That his cock easily doubled that of most elvish males probably helped considerably, and that wasn't taking into consideration his skill at rukgrakk or the demonic blessing on his cock that gave it a uniquely ridged effect... or his demonic partner, who was more than willing to lend a tentacle or two. Which was why he was out here in the first place. His partner demanded a new plaything, and he'd gotten word that they'd finally captured her . Thorak had only heard about this one some kind of raising star among the elves, destined for greatness and all but guaranteed a spot in the Royal Guard. You didn't wind up there if you sucked even the orcs admitted that much. You fuck with a Royal Guard you'd better be ready for one hell of a fight. This one had apparently taken out at least half this force before she'd finally gone down, and rumor had it that had only been because a shaman had been present and had the good sense to poison the uppity bitch. All of which sounded quite perfect to Thorak. His member already pulsed slightly as he entered the pen where they were keeping her. There had been talk of taking her into a tent, cleaning her up or something along those lines. But consensus had been that the exposure to the elements would batter down her resolve. Mix that with the fact that she was under constant watch and, well, she shouldn't cause any trouble. But, then again, she was a Royal Guard, or near enough to it. Thorak paused outside her wooden and bone cage, looking at her with a raised brow. Comfortable? he asked, before turning to spit again, his hand again rising up. We do try to make sure that we put our VIPs in the finest accommodations, all of which he said in fluid Elvish another benefit of years of being their lapdog and slave.