The Last Elf 
copyright 2002 by Stormbringer 
Revised 2009

This story was originally released in 2 parts.



Thorns ripped at Suzara's Bedwin cloak as she entered the forest
at the valley's edge. She tried to listen, hearing no sign of her
pursuers. The tear in her covering revealed the top of a large
white breast and the hint of gold glittered in the sunlight. She
had ripped off her headdress earlier so as to see better as she
fled for help. A gold band encircled long blonde hair which fell
halfway down her back. A gold torque encircled her neck and large
gold earrings dangled from her ears. Suzara's husband was a
wealthy man.

More rips appeared in her cloak, showing more glimpses of flesh
and gold a she fled deeper into the forest. The Bedwin covered
their women in cloaks from head to toe, not for modesty, but
because the women controlled the husband's wealth. All men were
considered equal on the street when their women were cloaked. In
private, wives were often asked to disrobe for guests to show how
successful their husband's were. The poorest women were
practically nude under cloak, the wealthiest had gold covered
breast plates, loincloths made of golden chain mail, chains of
gold around their belly’s which were broken off to pay for goods
and services. Suzara's husband was very wealthy, if he still
lived.
Suzara came to a small brook and slipped in the mud, falling face
down in the water. She rose up and shook her head. She found
herself staring at a pair of leather boots.

"This valley is under my protection," said a male voice, in
heavily accented Bedwin.

Suzara rose up, staring at he who was known as the forest ghost.
Buckskin breeches were tucked into the boots, a belt filled with
knife sheaths, throwing stars, as well as a long sword encircled
his waist. He also wore a buckskin shirt with a quiver of goose
quill arrows sticking out over his shoulder to go with the long
bow in his hands. His face was too angular and his blue eyes were
too bright to be human . Long pointy ears rose up through long
hair the color of fall leaves. An elf!

"Why do you bring orcs to my valley?"

"They attacked my village," said Suzara, standing up. "A small
band pursued me. They could be on us at any time."

"No, they stopped on the edge of my vale."

"By my ancestors an elf! No one knew the forest ghost was an elf.
We thought you were all dead."

"Not until I pass from this earth, Bedwin. Then we will all be
dead."

"I am Suzara, wife of Bedwyr, clan leader of Fiswen, if Fiswen
still stands. The men were trying to hold off the orcs, but they
are numerous."

"The foul things breed faster then you humans. Luckily orc women
are few, most babies being boys."

"Unlucky for us. The orcs don't come looking for gold, but new
breeding stock. One tried to take me, but I stabbed it." Suzara
held up a dagger stained by a green tinged white ichor and found
the dagger flying into the stream as the elf smacked the edge of
his bow against her hand.

"You fool, it's covered in sperm!"

"No it's blood," said Suzara, confused.
"Orc sperm is their blood wench! If it got anywhere near your
thighs, you could find yourself with an ugly green child. Wash
yourself."

Suzara dropped her cloak. Her body was magnificent. Large gold
breastplates sprinkled with opals supported heavy pendulous
breasts. A big ruby adorned her belly button above where numerous
gold bands encircled her trim waist held up by full hips. Her
loincloth fell almost to her knees, the golden chains tighter
near the waist to hide her crotch. She was wealth indeed. And she
was also very beautiful. Hawksil, the last elf, groaned as his
cocks grew. "You know the price for my aid?"

Suzara lowered her eyes into the stream as she washed herself. "I
know. We didn't know it was an elf, we thought you were a great
reclusive warrior. Maybe even a wizard, but not an elf." Elves
were as horny as orcs, just not as bestial about it. His price
would be sex and it would be good, the best she had, so good
she'd never be satisfied with her husband again, but it would be
for the good of the village.

"Hurry, I grow," gasped Hawksil. "First, you must relieve the
pressure before the orcs start moving."

Suzara turned gasping. He was not the sure footed agile, warrior
elves were rumored to be. He moved slowly, limping as if in pain
and he had what looked like two snakes under is buckskin. "By my
ancestors..."

"Hurry, take them out."

Suzara kneeled and untied his breeches. Two penises, elves had
two penises! That’s why human maidens became lovelorn after
mating with elves and they were two large penises, each ten
inches long, as big as her wrist and not fully hard. The top one
was straight as an arrow, the lower, not as thick, but it curved
upwards slightly. Human penises never grew beyond five inches,
unless they had fell ancestry, orc, dwarf, etc. His balls were
swollen monsters too, as big as melons. "Hurry," he growled.
"Hold your hands together making a large circle with your
fingers."

"Like this?" Suzara touched her thumbs and forefingers together
making a six inch circle.

"Yes, now place it over the top penis." She did and the penis
immediately began to grow to fill the gap between her hands. As
it grew the lower one started shrinking. "We need to get the cum
out as quickly as possible. In one big load. I've been alone in
this valley for fifty winters without a female."

The penis now filled the space between her hands. It was two feet
long and looked like a big piece of firewood. She didn't want to
take her eyes off it, but did long enough to see that the under
penis was now little more then a bump with a pee-slit in it.
Without the second penis, she could see how big his balls truly
were. They reminded her of Fiswen’s prize bull's ball sack. "I
can't take this monstrosity!"

"Ha, ha...urgh," he winced. "You'll take it later. For now,
there's some honey in that pocket. Use it to lubricate my cock
and stroke it off. I won't be able to help your people until my
balls are drained and the last time I got hard, it took two weeks
to go down, I nearly starved."

"Don't you masturbate?"

"No, self-ejaculation is a sin."

The honey in the elf's pocket was still in a large comb. Suzara
squeezed it over the huge shaft. She was well-versed in orally
pleasing her husband and used to having a penis stuck in her
face. The elf's penis was different as she ran her hand through
the honey, spreading it over the top of the shaft. She felt an
infatuation with the huge penis growing in her bosom. Her nipples
hardened, hurting her as they squashed against the breastplates.
The penis was redder then her husband's as it took much more
blood to fill it. The dark veins seemed puffier and there was
more of them. There was no foreskin and the ridge around the head
was more angular, pronounced and arched. It's pee-slit was as big
as her eye and seemed over proportioned even for the big cock.

Suzara began coating the big cock with the honey. The elf was
groaning now a mixture of pain and pleasure. She felt a growing
since of urgency, not to get aid for her village, but to please
her master. All that existed for her at the moment was making the
two foot cock cum. Her hands massaged honey into the big, knobby
cock head and she began stroking it. "Oh, I love your cock,
master elf."

"Hurry wench, and you may call me Hawksil."

"Yes, master Hawksil."  Suzara increased her pace, her arms
swiftly growing tired. She was skilled at handling male organs,
she could suck off her husband in five minutes and had even
gotten one of his dinner guests off in under three. If only she
could use her mouth on this big one. She did, sticking the tip of
her tongue in the pee-slit and licking the sensitive tip. The
monster swelled more.

Oh thank Spermes," growled the elf, wincing, "here it cums."

The elf’s sperm was like getting slapped in the face. It
ejaculated with enough force to snap Suzara's head back. It had
filled her mouth and she swallowed it rapidly, a grievous sin
amongst the Bedwin. Bedwin wives only swallowed their husband's
cum, his associates sperm was spit out in a little bowl kept
under the table for just that purpose. The elf's cum was hot and
sweet. It was the most fulfilling meal of her life, it revived
her strength and made her crave more. Suzara held her eyes shut
as she was bombarded with cum, huge wads splattered across her
breasts, smaller ones peppering her skin until she felt her
entire body had a layer of sperm coating it. The cuts and bruises
from her long flight closed and healed. Suzara wiped sperm from
her eyes and watched as the two foot monster shrank. Each inch it
decreased in size, the under penis seemed to grow an inch, soon
there were two plump foot long penises and then two limp eight
inch penises.
"Never again will I wait that long," swore Hawksil. "Clean
yourself woman, I'll go take care of our guests. Wait for me
under the oak up where the stream forks."

Suzara watched as the elf tied his breeches back up. He checked
the pull of his longbow, loosened the sword in his sheath and
swiftly bounded off through the forest. She lowered herself into
the stream and began washing his cum off every now and then
scooping some up to taste. There was not a mark on her flawless
skin after she wiped her blood and the dirt away. His sperm
turned stringy with water and washed off with the current. Elf
sperm! The ingredient in dozens of spells and potions. Enough to
make her husband the richest man of the Bedwin ten times over.

****************

Gorsh was an old orc, not old enough to be killed by any of the
younger orcs with him, but old enough to sense something
unnerving about the forest. He stood under a large tree trying to
peer deep into the bowels of the old woods. The five younger orcs
were impatient and angry he had halted them. Let them wait.
Caution kept you alive. Age had bent his once proud seven feet
down to about six and a half feet. His muscular torso was moving
down into his belly and he was slower then he had been, but he
could still take any three of the orcs with him.

Gorsh raised a wicked looking axe up to swat an insect that
whished past his ear. "Alright lets move," he hissed through
rotted yellow teeth. Another insect brushed past his ear and
there was a thump behind him. He turned to see an orc had fallen
to his knees. The warrior had a vacant stare, bloodsperm
appeared, flowing out of a hole in his neck and he pitched over,
face first. "We're attacked," screamed the old orc.

Three of the younger warriors readied themselves while one
remained slouched sitting on a rock. The fool’s asleep, thought
Gorsh. An orc banged his sword on the sleeping orcs helmet to
wake him, but he just slid off the rock, dead already. The one
who tried to wake him suddenly had an arrow sticking out of his
neck. He fell over as did an orc standing before him, bloodsperm
appearing on his neck where the arrow had passed through to kill
the orc behind him. "It can't be," whispered Gorsh. In less then
a minute, four warriors were down, killed by unnervingly accurate
arrows. "Take cover you fool," he yelled at the remaining orc.
The orc raised his sword only to have his arm pinned to a tree by
an arrow. He howled in pain.

Gorsh needed to move or he was dead, but it was too late. His
throat constricted, he raised one warty green hand up to his
neck. It wasn't an arrow, it was a noose. The rope tightened and
the old warrior was lifted to his toes, gasping for breath that
eluded him. A tall, lean figure slid down the other end of the
rope and the noose tightened even more. "It can't be...you
extinct," Gorsh gasped.

"No, there's one left," said Hawksil, through gritted teeth as he
pulled the noose tighter.

"Not...like...this." Gorsh's vision was fading, things were going
black, very little air left to speak. This was a coward's death.
Gorsh had slain dozens of orcs, five humans, two dwarves, and
even a forest ogre. "Kill...me...steel."

Hawksil understood. He drew his sword, stepped back still holding
the rope and swung forward. Gorsh's body hit the ground seconds
before his head. The elf agilely landed on his feet as the
tension in the rope slackened. The remaining orc was howling with
pain trying to pull the arrow holding his arm pinned out of the
tree. He hadn't even dropped his sword. Just as the ugly creature
thought of snapping the arrow, Hawksil pulled a three bladed
throwing dagger from his belt and let fly.

**************

Suzara unhooked the finely crafted gold chain holding her breast
plates on and removed them freeing her large breasts. The gold
loincloth followed and she proceeded to remove all her husband's
wealth from her body. Her skin was very pale from being covered
by her cloak when in the sunlight. Her nipples were large, but
faint, blending into her skin. She yearned for the elf, but deep
down wanted to remain loyal to her husband. It was a high price
to pay, but then her husband could already be dead for all she
knew.

"You're very beautiful."

"Thank you," she replied. The elf had jumped down from the tree,
his feet not making a sound as he landed ten feet from her. She
didn't know how long he had been watching her, but the bulges in
his breeches made her think he had watched her strip.

"I see you've readied yourself for me." Hawksil began removing
his weapons.

"May I suck you?" Suzara hoped he would be satisfied with her
mouth, so that she could remain faithful, though her pussy
quivered as he removed his pants.

"Of course, not only may you, but I demand it."

The elf approached her and she watched his cocks swell up. The
top appeared fourteen inches and the arched, lower one around
ten. There seemed to be about two feet of cock always divided up
between the two. He stood before her as she kneeled in the soft
moss under the oak, his two plump cock heads bobbing inches from
her mouth. Suzara kissed both heads, not sure where to start.
Since the lower would get in the way of her sucking the upper,
she decided to start with the bottom one. She took the upper and
gripped it in her hand, holding it upwards as her other hand held
his undercock steady and she took it in her mouth.

Suzara was a skilled cocksucker, but only with a human-sized
penis. The elf's size presented a new challenge made worse by the
fact that as soon as she took the head down her throat, it
suddenly grew two inches making her gag while the upper, shrank a
little in her hand. She also noticed his left testicle appeared
to grow along with his undercock. She caught her breath and took
him back in her mouth while stroking off the overcock with her
hand.

Suzara felt like the luckiest woman on Earth at that moment.
There was only one elf left in the world and she was the one
sucking on one of his precious cocks. She forced herself to
swallow more, managing ten inches, twice as much as her husband
had. "By Spermes, you can suck cock," moaned the elf, grabbing
her hair and guiding her head. She felt proud he was pleased with
her abilities. His cocks were swelling. Her belly craved more
sperm and soon she got what she craved.

It wasn't like the blast that hit her face when his cock was two
feet, but the first jet was enough to sting the back of her
throat as her belly quickly filled with a spreading warmth. Her
belly was soon full and she pulled back, cum overflowing her
mouth and pouring down her chin. His undercock hadn't even
finished cumming when the one in her hand began jerking
uncontrollably. A wave of hot goo suddenly coated her hair and
splattered on her back. "Sooo good," she moaned, smacking her cum
soaked lips.

"Too long," said Hawksil, stepping away from her and resting
against the thick trunk of the oak to catch his breath.

Suzara returned to the stream to bath in the cold water once
again. The hot sperm in her belly kept her warm and the sperm on
her skin took a long time to cool. "Why two cocks?" she asked.

Hawksil was resting under the tree watching her bath. "Because
elven women have two wombs of course," he replied. "All Spermes
children are gifted with sexual gifts. Orcs have their
bloodsperm, Dwarves their ever hard hammer cocks, and elves
bi-organs with sperm nectar. You humans do not bear any gifts
like this, yet you thrive, I don't understand why."

Suzara was filled with a sense of euphoria as she bathed. The
hardships of the day, the attack on her village, even the fact
that she might be a widow couldn't depress her. Already she felt
hooked on the elf's cock. "I love my husband master elf. I don't
wish to be your slut."

"You will be my slut, once I enter you, you will not resist me.
You can still love your husband, though he will never truly
satisfy you again. You might still get pleasure from your
unions."

"I don't understand, the tales..."

"Are greatly exaggerated. They spring from lovesick teenagers who
encountered elves in the forest and wished to remain with them.
Some we kept as pets."

An image of herself curled up naked at the foot of Hawksil's bed
flashed through her mind. It was not an unpleasant thought. The
cold water and her continued horniness had her nipples rock hard
and glistening with water. It did not go unnoticed by the elf. "I
am ready," he said.

Suzara looked up thinking he was ready to travel, but he was
still naked. "How can this be?" she gasped. His cocks were erect
again, a straight foot long monster and underneath that one, a
curved cock of equal size protruded from his crotch. Elves
recovered much faster then men!

"Come I am ready. Get on all fours before me."

Suzara felt as if she were enthralled by those cocks. She rose up
from the stream, never taking her eyes from his penises as she
walked over to him and obeyed.

Suzara stared off into space as his hands touched her hips. He
was guiding one penis towards her pussy which was now dripping
with more then just water. She felt the head slide up her labia,
then it was putting pressure on her pussy. Her labia parted, the
opening growing wider as the head pushed in. "By my ancestors,
it's big, too big." Suzara almost panicked as an image of his
cock suddenly turning two feet long entered her head. Luckily, it
wasn't that big, just a lot bigger then what she was used to.

Hawksil was working his cock in and out of her, soon going deeper
then her husband ever had. He was fucking her with the overpenis,
she could see the undercock through her heavily swinging breasts.
It stuck out from her crotch like it was her own penis. The slit
on the end, opened and closed as if impatient for a chance at her
pussy. She watched it slowly withdraw as he pulled his other
penis out.

Suzara felt empty without his big cock in her, but she was soon
stuffed again as the undercock entered her. The upper one now
rested along the crack of her ass. "Oh that's good master elf,"
she moaned. Her pussy had stretched out around the invader and
now that she was used to it, the pleasure started taking over.
"Oh my sir, I think I'm going to cum. Oh yes, it's
happen...cumming!" Suzara shuddered with pleasure and she felt
her juices dripping down her thighs. "That was a big one."

"That was nothing. Human women are capable of a lot more."
Hawksil pulled his lower one out and pushed the upper one back
in, working it around in her pussy a couple thrusts. "You're
about to find out how good it can get." The elf released her hips
and guided his undercock's head back towards her pussy lips while
lining up the overcock's head with her anus.

"What are you doing?" she asked, panicking. "Not there, you're
too big." Suzara gritted her teeth as the plump cock head pushed
against her anus, stretching it out until she thought it would
tear, then it was in. The healing powers of all the sperm in her
belly dampened her pain as the head plowed deeper. It suddenly
retreated an inch and the one in her pussy stabbed forward as the
cocks adjusted to her size. They appeared to grow to fit whatever
cavity they were placed in from the circle she had made with her
hands when jerking him off to her tight little anus. The sperm in
her body numbed the pain and Suzara found herself pushing back
into the elf. "It does feel good master." His cocks plowed
forward and soon she had taken them both.

Hawksil began fucking her hard. He pulled his cocks out, slamming
his hips forward. His size, speed, and endurance all superior to
a human's. Suzara caught their reflection in the stream water.
His hips were a blur like a hummingbird's wings. Her thighs began
stinging from the constant slapping of his big, heavy balls, but
it was a minor annoyance compared with the pleasure coming out of
her pussy.

The orgasms came in a rapid series, getting bigger and faster
until they blurred together into one long continuous orgasm.
There was a ringing in her ears, her own scream of pleasure. If
there had been orcs nearby, surely they would have been able to
sneak up on the lovers. Just when she thought she couldn't take
anymore, he came, both cocks spraying their copious loads deep
within her bowels and womb. Her orgasm was gigantic, an orgasm on
top of her continuous orgasms. Suzara's arms gave out and she
fell face down in the moss, the elf still pumping his cocks into
her up thrust ass.
It was raining when she came to her senses. It was a hot rain, a
hot gooey rain that splattered on her back and in her hair. The
elf's cum. His cocks were shooting their last wads across her
prone body. "Your a good fuck human, you may have some of
Spermes' seed in you after all," said Hawksil

Suzara wanted to collapse on the moss and sleep for a month, but
the sperm in her belly gave her the strength to carry on. For the
last time that day, she struggled to her feet and made her way to
the cold water to clean his cum off. She finished and walked over
to her gold adornments, slowly dressing.

"Come, lets go see what's left of your village. First, we need to
find your head covering."

Part 2




Oblag shuffled his huge booted feet and looked longingly back
into Fiswen. Smoke rose from a few burning buildings and he could
hear the occasional clash of steel, battle cries, or the screams
for mercy from captured women. The orc next to him growled
mournfully wishing he too were joining in on the fun. The battle
hadn't been going as well as expected, a large, armed party of
humans had been out hunting and caught the orcs mid-pillage. Now,
the village was split into spheres of control and many human
women had made it to the human controlled areas.

"Pussy!" The orc beside him shouted suddenly.

"Cocksucker," replied Oblag, drawing a barbed axe from his belt.

"Not you stupid, a pussy, coming up the road."

Oblag looked down the street. A Bedwin woman had come out of the
woods, moving slowly towards the city. Like all Bedwin a cloak
covered her entire body to hide her husband's wealth. "Grodock's
cock! A woman, and she's coming this way. I get her pussy."

The other gate guard looked about to protest, but backed down for
Oblag was the bigger male. "I get her mouth then...and her ass."

"Done. I've been waiting ten winters for some pussy." Orc women
were so few these days, that neither orc had ever been with a
woman. The few raids they had previously joined, had netted
little plunder. "Hope she's got big tits."

"Most Bedwin bitches do. Shit, my cock's hard already."

"Mine too, lets get her." Oblag and the other orc started walking
towards the unsuspecting woman. They were both limping from their
erections until undoing their breeches and freeing their big
cocks. Oblag was proud to see he was the bigger male in more ways
then one. The other's cock looked under eleven inches and his own
passed a foot in length, above average for an orc warrior. He
couldn't wait to see if pussy felt as good as he was told.

Both orcs died virgins.

The other orc reached her first. The Bedwin suddenly sprouted
steel from under her cloak and Oblag watched a jet of bloodsperm
shoot up from where the orc's head had been. He didn't even get
his axe out before a throwing dagger took him in the forehead
knocking his helmet off. Oblag fell to his knees in time to see
the Bedwin pull of her headpiece. He thanked Grodock, he hadn't
been killed by a mere woman when he saw the narrow male face with
pointy ears just before he died.

*******************

Hawksil took off the rest of the cloak as Suzara ran out of the
forest carrying his bow and quiver. The woman was nude, but for
the gold covering her body. She looked uncomfortable being
revealed in public and swiftly ran to retrieve her cloak. "Not
quite yet Suzara. Keep your clothes off."

Suzara didn't complain. She was completely infatuated with the
elf's two cocks and hadn't argued with him the whole way to the
village. Even now, she wished she were back by the stream fucking
him even with her town on fire and her husband missing somewhere
in there.

They ran the whole way here, probably twenty miles with only a
short nap last night and a brief stop. Hawksil's cum had given
her the strength to keep up with him and she had swallowed
another load this morning after napping. She still felt refreshed
and energetic.

They stopped in a small cave outside his valley and the elf had
retrieved a chain male coat which glittered silver and gold in
the sunlight when he put it on. It looked brand new, but Hawksil
had explained he'd put it there for safekeeping fifty years
before when he'd exiled himself to the valley to meditate. It
hung over his buckskin breeches and he covered the chain with his
shirt as well as his cloak. The cloak was hooded and always
seemed to blend in with his surroundings, whether forest or
stone.

Hawksil tested his bow, nocked an arrow, and they marched towards
Fiswen's gate.

****************

Fangar had a fifteen inch cock. The war chief of the Ogrum
mountain tribe never wore breeches because the big thing couldn't
be confined when it got hard. Instead, he wore a chain loincloth,
but still the green knobby head and several inches swung visible
to all including the terrified human mother.

The woman stared at the rising cock through tear blurred eyes for
Fangar was standing over the dead body of her husband. She
clutched a  small child to her bosom. The woman’s cloak had been
torn from her body, showing that her husband hadn’t been too
wealthy. Her breast plates were little more then nipple rings and
the hint of areola peaked out around them. Granted, they were
obviously big nipples.

Her husband hadn't been rich enough to cover her pussy with gold
either and Fangar's cock turned completely hard as he stared at
it. She only had one small gold chain around her waist, gold
earings, and a gold ring in her navel. No, not rich at all, but
Fangar was here for pussy more then gold. This woman would the
99th to bear his baby and the thirteenth he'd knocked up on this
raid alone. Upon impregnating his hundredth female, Fangar would
be welcome to Grodock's mead hall for eternity where his days
would be spent fighting and the hundred mother's of his children
would be his sluts at night. "Give me the child," he growled,
hefting his scimitar. The curved sword had flakes of obsidian
stuck in it giving the vicious weapon a serrated edge.

"Noo, not my baby," she wailed.

"The child can live, his brother will need a slave. Come to me."
Oblag unhooked his loincloth and let it fall to the floor. The
woman looked horrified at the sight of his huge green cock. It
was dark and traversed by puffy white veins coursing with
bloodsperm. A rope with a knot on top circled the base and he
untied it, the ballsac hitting the floor, his big testicles
swinging freely now. The woman wailed again when she saw his huge
nut sack. They had to be big for they pumped bloodsperm
throughout his entire body. His heart was only a filter for the
potent seed. "Wipe, that shit off your nose and I'll make you
forget all about your mate's little dick."

The mother had wiped animal dung under her nose to keep the cock
stank from affecting her. She went over to a pail of water and
started wiping her nose, while the child watched from a cot.
Women of all races couldn't resist an orc’s cock stank. The smell
turned them into sluts hungry for orc sperm and orc cock. Once
the smell was gone they'd come to their senses, but by then it
was usually too late.

The woman sobbed as she cleaned off her nose. When clean, she
turned her head and found Fangar had moved forwards, his cock was
pointing right at her mouth. "Oh my," she said, staring at it.
The big orc watched her expression change quickly from grief
stricken and fearful to amazed, then lustful. "I had no idea,"
she said, reaching up to grasp it. "It smells so good. It's so
big." She arched her back and ran the tip of his cock across her
breasts using the knobby head to flick off her nipple disks. Her
nipples were long and thick and must of been painfully pushing
into the disks. She pulled forward on his cock, a drop of precum
forming on the tip of the orc's huge cock, precum that rivaled a
human male's orgasm. She rubbed the tip of his cock around her
nipple making the hard little knobs glisten with precum. "You've
got to let me suck on this monster?"

"Do it, slut."

"Thank you." The human nodded her head excitedly and moved the
cock head up to her mouth, pausing only to inhale a big whiff of
it through her nose. She twirled her tongue around it, greedily
lapping up his precum. Fangar grunted as her tongue dipped into
his pee-slit. She took the head in her mouth, quickly gagging.
Having the biggest cock in the tribe made him chief, but it had
it's drawbacks and never getting a proper blow job was one of
them. "You’re too big, master," sobbed the woman. She was crying
again, this time with frustration.
"Use your fucking hands, slut."

"Oh thank you, master." The woman still looked unhappy she
couldn't swallow the whole thing, but she settled on slurping on
the head while using both her hands to jerk off his shaft. He
watched her trying to milk his cock for awhile. He loved seeing
his big cock sticking out of a slut's mouth, but it was foolish
of him. Each time he came weakened him a bit from bloodsperm
loss, and he'd cum a lot this raid. The big orc figured it would
be prudent to forgo the blowjob. "Ready to get fucked slut?"

"By the gods, I've never been readier, Master."

"Get on all fours on the cot."

Fangar watched the woman push her child out of the way and kneel
facing away from him on the cot. Her pussy slit was dripping wet,
already engorged and spread apart in anticipation. He didn't keep
her waiting. He placed his big green hands on her waist and
pushed his hips so that the head of his cock rested between her
spread pussy lips. The fat head moved forward and the lips
stretched wider then they'd ever been stretched until slightly
closing as the head disappeared.

"Oh master, it's so big," moaned the woman.

"Is it good slut?"

"Oh, it's so good. I...I...Aaahh." She shuddered as the orgasm
overtook her.

Fangar took the opportunity to push more in. The woman's pussy
was going crazy around his cock. It clamped down around every
inch, only to balloon up seconds later as her juices gave it a
fresh coat of lubrication. Her pussy muscles felt like they were
milking his cock and the orc chief grew impatient, starting to
slam his cock home now. His right hand squeezed her ass cheek
before he brought his thick thumb with it's black sharpened
fingernail over to her tight little bunghole. It always excited
him to see an unused anus with it's tightly puckered sphincter.
He pushed his thumb through her sphincter and the woman screamed
in orgasm again. He wanted to break her ass in, but he was
growing weak and slut number 100 was still out there.

Fangar fucked her hard, also fucking her ass with his thumb. He
came, the woman screaming with pleasure. He felt weak as he
pulled it out. The woman's pussy seemed reluctant to release it.
The head fell out with a popping sound. "More, fuck me more," she
moaned, still pushing her hips back towards his crotch.

Fangar's two bodyguards stood just inside the door, saliva
drooling down their fangs. He looked over at the girl. She was
pretty and would be worth keeping as a personal slave, but sensed
he could do better. There were still plenty of women in this town
left to capture. "Take her," he said to the two orcs. "The gold
is mine."

"Master! Help me!" screamed the woman as the two orcs began
undressing. "Please don't leave...oh my." Her hand was already
caressing the first visible cock. "So big and hard."

Fangar left the room to find a battle to join picturing his
triumphant tribe marching into the mountains with beautiful
slave-sluts tied to crucifixes. Standards that would draw more
orcs and more tribes to follow him. When he  was strong enough,
he'd lead a horde into the human lands and the orcs would never
go horny again.

***************

Five orcs limped after the woman. They limped because her
voluptuous body had turned their cocks hard seconds after they
noticed her running towards them. The woman was one of the most
divine creatures they had ever seen and she was filthy rich. Her
bosom was huge, yet most of her tit flesh was covered with gold
breast plates studded with gems. She wore a large gold loincloth,
gold bands, bracelets, and a tiara in her long golden hair. Her
belly glowed red in the sunlight as the beams reflected off a
large ruby in her navel. The wealth was nice, but it was her body
that drew their attention.

The woman ran when she saw the orcs. She looked unsullied, yet
her Bedwin cloak was missing. She must have escaped another band
of raiders before the cock stank got in her nose. Well their loss
was our gain.
The first two only had eight inch cocks so their erections
weren't quite the burden the bigger orcs were. They reached the
woman just as she disappeared around a corner and found
themselves staring at two arrow heads in a drawn bow. The woman
had squatted under the bow. Two arrows were resting on the yew
bow, both drawn, their iron heads about seven inches apart. Then
the arrows were gone, the first orc noticing a pain in his chest
while the second's hands clutched his throat and made gargling
noises.

The largest orc was known as Mad Mary, because his father hated
him and was still a lot bigger then Mad Mary so the bitter orc
couldn't kill his father yet. He watched the next two orcs round
the corner and froze as bloodsperm spayed out of a hole in the
first's back and an arrow appeared in the chest of the second
standing behind him. Mad Mary drew his sword and hit the wall. He
listened, but there was no sound from the first two orcs.  All
four had died within seconds!

Mad Mary stared at the corner, readying his sword as the tip of
an arrow appeared, then a drawn bow. He roared, swinging the
sword forward and around the wall. His blade caught the long
brown hair of an opponent that was rapidly dropping to the
ground. Mad Mary recovered quickly, bringing his sword up to
plunge the point downward, but his enemy had already dropped the
bow and drawn a long hunting knife from his boot. The knife was
rising up into the joint connecting his breast plate with the
chain mail around his crotch. The blade ripped across his abdomen
and the big orc fell face forward.

******************

"Is it safe, mother?"

"Yes, dear."

Missa was eighteen winters old and quite shapely. She was to be
married in two tendays when she'd lose her virginity. She was
hiding in her Parent’s dressing room, nude since she was inside
and hadn't had time to grab her Bedwin cloak when someone started
trying to bust their door in. Her father was behind a barricade
out on the street, but there had been battle sounds as the orcs
attacked. The fight had gone like this all day with attacks and
counter attacks, losing streets to orcs and reclaiming Streets
for Bedwin‘s.

Missa's mother smiled at her, greenish white flakes covered her
face from her eyes down, the heaviest concentration on her chin.
Missa was totally nude, unadorned since she was unmarried and had
no wealth to wear. As her mother opened the door, the teen
noticed her mother was also unadorned and more of the greenish
white flakes covered her bare breasts, belly, and was so heavy
around her crotch that it matted her pubic hair. "Mother, what's
going on?" she asked as her mother opened the door all the way to
reveal five orcs standing in the room. The beasts were already
nude and their cocks were rising at the sight of the hot young
girl.

"Trust me Missa, you'll love it." Her mother smiled lovingly at
her and pulled her into the room.

"As the biggest here, I claim the right to impregnate her,"
growled a muscular orc as he grabbed Missa's shoulders.

"Please don't," cried Missa. "Let me go." The orc forced her to
her knees until the ugly thirteen inch cock head was rubbing all
over her face leaving a slimy trail of precum from cheek to
cheek. Missa clamped her mouth shut moving her head away from the
green monstrosity, but she needed to breathe. As Missa inhaled
through her nose, the cock stank hit her and she quit struggling.
She stared fascinated at the bulbous Cock head before leaning
forward to kiss it. The kiss turned to licks, then the entire
head was in her mouth as she sucked on it.

"Ass," called one orc.

"Mouth," agreed the other."

Missa was sucking on half the big one's cock now trying not to
gag. The ass and mouth orcs were standing beside her waiting
their turn, she grabbed their smaller nine and ten inch cocks and
started stroking them as she sucked off the leader.

The big male pulled his cock out and roughly pulled Missa to her
feet. The young woman stared fascinated at her mother as the teen
was led over to her parents bed. Her mother was kneeling between
two orcs slurping on a rather large cock while getting fucked
from behind by a cock almost as large as Missa's master's.

Her master laid down on the bed and held his cock up to the roof.
"It's breeding time bitch."  The orc had a hard muscular body,
his broad, green chest covered with coarse black hair as was his
hairy crotch. "Mount me," he ordered, grinning and baring
yellowish fangs.

Missa stood over her master and slowly squatted. Her young pussy
was wet and ready for the large appendage. She looked down at the
cock, greenish white fluid pouring down from the tip to lubricate
it. She lowered herself until the head rubbed against her slit.
Missa moaned as her pussy lips spread apart for the head
stretching wider until the head began to enter her. Impatient,
Missa pushed down hard. She bit her lip in pain as the head
ripped past her hymen taking her virginity. The pain soon faded
and was replaced by the most intense pleasure of the girl's young
life. "I like this cock," she cried, as her legs gave out and she
impaled herself on the monstrosity.

*****************

"Orcs aren't the best archers, but eventually they'll hit
something," said Hawksil. He and Suzara were watching orcs on a
roof top firing arrows down into a small group of trapped human
warriors. "Stay here."

The orcs never knew what hit them. Three were dead before they
thought to look behind them. One orc tumbled forward off the roof
to fall before the humans. The arrow had passed through him and
the other orcs thought he had slipped. They laughed as he hit the
ground with a splat. The second orc to die was in the rear. He
fell forward with an arrow in his back. The orcs realized they
were under attack when the third orc spun around screaming an
arrow stuck in his right shoulder. He twirled around and fell off
the roof.

The remaining three turned in fear. One orc flying off the roof
as an arrow appeared in his chest. The next died as he raised his
bow. The remaining orc, eyes wide with fear now, managed to get
his bow up and drawn, but he had nothing to shoot at. The arrow
took him in the forehead.

"Who has saved us? Our thanks," called the lead human.

"Bednard!" Suzara came out of hiding and ran to him. "It's
Suzara."

Bednard couldn't recognize Suzara under her cloak. "Thank
Spermes, you’re pure."

"Well, not exactly," she said, and the elf stepped out of
concealment, putting down the head of his cloak.

"What? You’re a...it can't be. You're extinct."

"Not entirely. I am Hawksil."

"Bedwyr sent me to find the forest ghost and ask for his aid. He
had no idea it was an elf. Have you seen my husband?"

"He's defending the bazaar and most of our women are there, but
first I must check on my own family. They're barricaded in our
townhouse. Come with me, then we will find Bedwyr." They jogged
down the block to where the orcs had first overrun Bednard's
barricade. "There's my townh...NO! The doors busted in." Bednard
ran towards his house.

Hawksil slung his bow over his shoulder and drew his sword and an
axe for his left hand. He followed the human into his house with
the other soldiers close behind.

The fight was easy, a massacre even. The five orcs were too busy
fucking the two women. Bernard went mad, howling as he swung his
sword and the orc's head flew from his shoulders. Hawksil's
reflexes had observed the situation within seconds of entering
the room. The orc fucking the older woman was already orgasming
when he lost his head and the woman was already covered in dried
bloodsperm. The girl on the other hand, had smooth, clean skin
despite the fact that three orc were plugging all her holes.

The orc she was riding was the most dangerous, but the elf
couldn't get to him through the others. Hawksil threw his axe and
without watching it's progress, grabbed the orc fucking the
girl's ass. The elf slid his sword across the neck of the orc in
his hand turning the beast sideways just as it's cock discharged
sending a blast of bloodsperm against the wall. He dropped the
gurgling orc and turned to the girl. His axe had struck the orc
she was sucking off right in the forehead and it had fallen
backwards, it's cock still hard.

"MISSA!" Bednard had killed his second orc and was turning
towards his daughter. The big orc knew it was in trouble, but his
hand couldn't reach his sword laying by the side of the bed. It
was struggling to get the girl off him, but Missa was fighting to
ride him screaming as she Came, too blinded with lust to think of
anything, but the big orc cock filling her pussy. Hawksil reached
her just as the big orc's eyes rolled up in his head and he
howled. The elf yanked the girl off just as the orc came. A big
wad of sperm flew upwards of three feet to splatter on the orc's
stomach. Missa, now in Hawksil's arms struggled to get to the
orc's seed.

The orc had succeeded in grabbing it's sword, but the bloodsperm
loss weakened it and the sword fell back to the floor with a
clang just as Bednard appeared over his marital bed with his
sword tip pointed towards the orc's stomach. The sword plunged
downward.

"I want a baby," screamed Missa, thrashing about in Hawksil's
strong arms.

"Let's get her outside to the fresh air." The elf carried the
struggling girl to the door.

"But my wife?"

"It's too late for her. The girl is safe."

The older woman was kneeling on the ground jerking off the still
hard cock of a dying orc. She was covered in greenish-white sperm
and looked more lustful and wanton then she ever had with
Bednard. The soldier grabbed his wife anyway, knowing she'd be
exiled from the town.

****************

The two women sobered up quickly in the fresh air and cried
quietly in the alley as two soldiers fetched them some cloaks
from Bednard's house and some water so that the matron could
clean herself up. After that, Bednard went mad throwing himself
at every orc they encountered even blocking some easy bow shots
from his men as he ran crazily at the enemy.
Luckily, they encountered few opponents, but there was a great
commotion ahead in the bazaar. "Fangar! Fangar!" orcs shouted
banging swords on shields. Humans were shouting too.

They came upon the rear of the human soldiers who turned alarmed,
but relaxed when they saw more villagers. A large bald man with a
big paunch turned and said, "Bednard! You've saved three women,
excellent, and what...by Spermes an elf! But you're extinct?"

"So I'm told," said Hawksil.

"Yes husband, an elf," said Suzara, removing her hood.

Bedwyr's face shown with happiness and he embraced his wife, his
grin turning downwards as he realized the implications. "The elf
is the forest ghost?" His wife nodded. "The price, did you pay
the price?"

"Yes, husband."

Bedwyr released her and flashed the elf a look filled with
hatred. "Then you're lost to me?"

"I still love you and I can still be your wife, but as long as
Hawksil lives, only he can satisfy me."

"I'm sorry, I had know idea it would be an elf."

"Don't be, it was the best experience of my life, but we can
still live as man and wife. There is more to a marriage then sex.
Plus, Hawksil's assistance has been invaluable."

"At least Suzara doesn't have an orc brat growing in her belly,"
said Bednard, bitterly.

Bedwyr turned to berate the soldier, but saw by the expression on
his face what had happened to his friend's wife. The two cloaked
women started sobbing. "I'm sorry my friend."

"THAT PUSSY SHALL BE MY HUNDREDTH."

The band turned towards the center of the bazaar where a big orc
strolled around beating his sword on his shield then would point
it at where Suzara stood, her long blonde hair waving in the wind
blowing through the open market. "That's a big son-of-a-bitch,"
said a soldier.

"FIGHT ME WORM COCKS. I AM FANGAR, WAR CHIEF OF CLAN OGRUM. IF
NONE OF YOU ARE BRAVE ENOUGH SEND ME TWENTY WOMEN AND WE SHALL
LEAVE YOU COWARDS ALONE."

"I shall fight you, you big bastard."

"Bednard no, he's too good," shouted Bedwyr. Two other humans
already lay at the orc's feet. Fangar's warriors roared behind
their barricade. Bednard had already crossed the line and was
approaching the big orc, one so hung, his evil cock head could be
seen swinging under it's loincloth.

Hawksil saw it too. It gave him an idea. "I assume you are under
arena rules?"

"Yes, elf," hissed Bedwyr.

That meant a code of honor existed between personal combatants
and Hawksil couldn't kill the orc chief with his bow. "Then I
have a plan. How many women are here?""

In the bazaar, Bednard was as good as dead. The orc wouldn't even
let him come within reach. Fangar held his sword out poking the
human every time Bednard tried to run up within reach. Bednard
was already bleeding from several wounds, one on his forehead
that poured blood into his eyes. The orc was laughing and
circling the floundering human. The big orc stumbled and lowered
his sword.

Bednard charged, the sword biting into his legs, the serrated
edge slashing into his tendon as the orc recovered quickly. It
was howling with delight, Bednard had fallen for the oldest ruse
in the book.

"ENOUGH!" shouted Fangar. He held his shield over the fallen
human. The underside of the shield was razor sharp and the orc
slammed it down into Bednard's chest. "WHO IS NEXT?"

"Fangar! Fangar!Fangar! shouted the orcs behind him. They stopped
when a shining figure appeared on the wall before the humans.

"I am next," yelled Hawksil.

***************

It was a battle the like of which had not been seen in a hundred
years since the orc/elf wars. he orc was a hulking brute wearing
cruel looking armor, a sword designed to rip flesh that ould
require two human hands to lift it. The elf was lithe and agile.
He had removed his cloak and stood shimmering golden and silver
hues in the sunlight in his chain mail. Hawksil's hair was pulled
back to stay out of his face. He held two swords of equal length.
Both sides, human and orc remained silent as the two opponents
slowly circled each other.

They came together with a clash of steel. Hawksil was clearly the
most skilled swordsmen. His blades were a blur as they parried
and struck, but the orc was skilled too and there were few cracks
in his armor. Fangar kept his shield protecting his neck and
other exposed areas, his huge sword striking out whenever he saw
the opportunity. The orc chief scored several hits, but elven
chain is one of the strongest substances in the world.

Hawksil managed to nick the orcs knee only to find himself flying
through the air to land flat on his back as Fangar slammed his
shield into him. Hawksil shook his head to clear it as the orc
raised it's sword over it's head and charged, then slowed to a
stop, staring past the elf. There was a commotion from the human
lines. Hawksil could see the orc's knobby cock head swinging just
under it's mail loincloth. The head swelled up and started to
rise.

Behind them, orc warriors were climbing their barricades and
charging the human lines. Soon their charge slowed to limping
gait as every orc sported an erection. Many stopped to adjust
themselves in a hurry to reach the women.

Thirty human women stood naked, lining the human barricade. The
orcs had never seen so much naked female flesh. Suzara stood
proud beside Missa, thrusting her large bosom outwards. She had
removed her breastplates so that her nipples were hard and
protruding in the cold air. Snlight sparkled off the ruby in her
bellybutton and her blonde pubic hair. There were teenage girls
with their young firm breasts. There were thin women, fat women,
young and old with large saggy breasts. The orcs didn't care they
just wanted pussy.

Kneeling between each woman was a human archer. Hampered by their
erections, the orc attack was slowed and the humans got off many
volleys. The orcs returned a few, but most had left their bows
behind their lines. As the orcs neared the women, the human
warriors charged.

Fangar had recovered from his shock and was bringing his sword up
over his head to strike the prone elf, but he was now sporting a
fifteen inch erection. Hawksil grabbed the tip of Fangar's big
cock and yanked him forward while bringing up his sword towards
the orc's underarm. Off balance, the big orc stumbled and cried
in pain as Hawksil's sword entered his exposed underarm and
scraped on the armor on his shoulder.

Hawksil grabbed his other sword and stood as Fangar's shield fell
from a useless arm. Fangar still put up a good fight, but without
his shield to protect his exposed flesh, he was soon bleeding
from a half dozen cuts as the elf danced around him.  The battle
waged around them now. The orc's size and superior armor were
offset by their erections and the subsequent loss of blood it
took to fill  such big cocks. The humans were winning and some
orcs were turning to flee the square.

Hawksil saw an opening for a kill thrust. He feinted with one
sword and struck out with the other. The sword sliced into
Fangar's neck, but then it fell from lifeless fingers before
cutting too deep. Hawksil's shoulder was on fire. He watched
Fangar step back clutching at his bleeding throat, the orc
falling to one knee. Then there was a great pain in Hawksil's
calf as an arrow ripped into him under the chain mail. The elf
looked down expecting a cruelly barbed orc arrow, but instead saw
one of his own.

*****************

"As long as Hawksil lives, only he can satisfy me." Suzara's
words kept echoing through Bedwyr's mind. "As long as Hawksil
lives..."

Bedwyr had stayed back from the human charge to cover the women's
escape using the elf's bow to shoot arrows at the orcs. Now the
humans were winning, Fangar was slowing down and all that stood
in Bedwyr's way of reclaiming his wife was the elf.

His first arrow struck the elf's shoulder, but didn't penetrate
the chain mail. Still, it must have hurt because the elf stumbled
and dropped his sword. Bedwyr aimed lower, putting his second
arrow through the elf's lower leg.

Hawksil turned to stare at him and Bedwyr lowered the bow. Fangar
was rising up behind the elf having pulled a dagger from his
boot. He stumbled forward prepared to stab the elf when a nude
woman leaped on him. A woman with long flowing blonde hair.

***************

Hawksil turned when he heard the woman scream. Suzara's beautiful
nude body was struggling with the orc. She held a dagger in one
hand and was stabbing him repeatedly. Most scraped the orc's
armor, but one thrust took Fangor in the chin. Orc and woman spun
around and fell to the ground with the orc's body smothering
Suzara's. The orc's dagger fell at Hawksil's feet coated with
poison of some kind. Suzara had saved him.

"Suzara! My love!" Bedwyr ran towards her. The battle was over
now. The humans had lost surprisingly few, but all the big orcs
were dead. Their giant cocks had slowed them in battle and they
were unable to retreat as the nude women had driven them crazy
with lust. Many of the smaller orcs had escaped and were heading
towards the mountains even now.

Hawksil limped over towards Fangar, his one arm still hanging
limply, but the feeling was starting to return. The arrow had
pushed his armor in about an inch and pinched a nerve.

"Sorry, I was aiming for the orc," said Bedwyr running up to him.

Bedwyr and Hawksil struggled to pull Fangar's body off Suzara and
some other men came to their aid. They got the big orc off and
threw him to the side, staring in horror and disgust at Suzara.

Bloodsperm covered the woman's face and her tongue was flickering
out to lick it up. Her nude body was writhing like a bitch in
heat. Orc sperm covered her belly and her hands were busy
scooping it up and shoving it in her pussy.

Fangar chuckled, coughing up bloodsperm. The orc' s voice rasped
as Hawksil looked down at him.  "The bitch is my hundredth. See
you in hell, elf." Hawksil pulled a throwing dagger out to finish
the orc off, but his eyes had already glazed over.

"Help her," said Hawksil, turning to Bedwyr. "You men hold her
arms."

"What can I do?" shrugged Bedwyr, as two soldiers pulled Suzara's
arms away from her pussy causing her to howl in frustration.

"Eat her pussy, suck the sperm out."

"The Bedwin do not eat their wives’ pussys, elf."

"Time to learn then," said Hawksil. He grabbed Bedwyr's neck with
his weak hand and held the dagger against the human's throat. The
elf forced the man to his knees. The other soldiers didn't
interfere.

"Please don't," begged Bedwyr, staring at the green tinged sperm
coating his wife's labia. Then his face was shoved into her pussy
and he began to eat.

Bedwyr's men began laughing at their leader as Hawksil released
his neck. He left the man there eating his wife's pussy in the
market square surrounded by his soldier and the dead. The elf's
heart wrenched as Suzara gave a little moan of pleasure from an
orgasm, her first with her husband. The cries reminded Hawksil of
their time together and a tear rolled down the elf's cheek. He
had lied to the man. There was no way, Bedwyr would get all the
orc sperm and one was all it took. He limped away from the
battlefield to collect his gear.

***************

Hawksil felt feverish as he loosened his breeches. He was bare
chested, an angry purple bruise visible on his left shoulder. He
had bandaged his leg, but the wound was festering. He had taken
refuge in a ruined tavern, that had seen some orc occupation and
was lying on a bed on the second floor.

The elf pulled his upper cock out and placed it within a large
circle he made using the fingers of both hands. The cock quickly
grew to fill the circle, twelve, fourteen, then sixteen inches.
Hawksil sat up about to commit a grievous sin amongst his people,
but then they were all dead and it was a necessary sin.

His strong hand was already coated with honey and he began
stroking his shaft as he bent down and placed his lips around the
head, prepared to suck his own cock.

He didn't have to sin after all. There was a creak on the
stairwell and Hawksil pulled his head up. Whoever it was had
caught him in a moment of weakness, his weapons out of reach. The
door opened and a Bedwin woman entered.

"I followed you here," she said. "By the gods! It's as big as an
orc’s, but beautiful." Missa pulled off her hood staring greedily
at Hawksil's cock.

"Missa." Hawksil felt a little faint and feverish. "I need your
help. Get me off."

"With pleasure." She dropped her cloak and stood naked before
him, no gold or jewels covered her body being unmarried. She
kneeled between his legs as Hawksil fell back on the bed. "It's
too big for my pussy?"

"Just jerk it and suck on the end until I cum. I need you to feed
me my sperm...it will help heal me."

Missa's only experience sucking cock was with the orc earlier
that day. Hawksil was bigger and she could do little more then
put the head in her mouth, but she gave it her best shot. She
used both hands to jerk the shaft while sucking on the head. She
started moaning with lust as she got into it. She wanted to fuck
this cock, but it was too big and it made her sad.

"Hurry," said Hawksil. His wounds were causing him to slip in and
out of consciousness. Yet, his sexual reflexes were active and he
was bucking his hips as she sucked him.

Hawksil orgasmed and the force, amount, and taste took Missa by
surprise. She swallowed the first load inadvertently. As the
warmth spread through her body, she felt refreshed and
invigorated. Her mouth filled with cum again and she had to fight
not to swallow it. She moved up to Hawksil's face and placed her
lips on his transferring his sperm from her mouth to his. He
weakly lapped at it.

Missa moved her head back down to his exposed crotch to find the
big dick still spurting cum and a large pool of it forming,
fanning out from the head. It took several trips, but she licked
it all up and transferred it to Hawksil's mouth.

Missa stared fascinated at the sixteen inch cock as it deflated.
There was a strange lump beneath it, under his breeches. Curious,
she pulled them down, gasping as the second cock flew up. This
one had an upward curve and was only eight inches, smaller then
an orc, but bigger then a man's. His balls reminded her of a
bull's. This was one she could fuck so she began stripping off
his boots and pants.

The elf was lying across the bed, feet on the floor, his breath
rasping as she mounted him. It felt good, real good as she ground
her crotch into his, but it was no orc cock. Just as she wished
it was bigger, the elf's cock seemed to shoot up an inch into her
pussy, bigger and thicker now. The deflated cock laying between
her legs looked smaller too. Missa came when the cock grew
another inch and then another.

"So big, so good, oh fuck me, fuck me." Missa was cumming again
when she felt hands on her hips. Hawksil sat up and began kissing
her as she wrapped her legs around his back. She noticed the
bruise on his back had faded, even the pain of her tragic losses
earlier in the day had faded to a dull ache.

Something moved between her legs. His upper cock was growing
again. Soon there was a hard foot long cock between their bodies
as she bounced up and down on his other foot long cock. Elves
truly were gifted creatures.

Hawksil kissed her passionately. He was lifting her by her ass,
raising her slowly up and down his shaft while she jerked off the
large cock sandwiched between them. The orgasms were weakening
her, but she kept up the pace. Hawksil was keeping up the pace
too. He would lift her over his cock faster to encourage her to
speed up masturbating him. Missa could feel the cock in her pussy
growing as well as the one in her hand. He was trying to cum at
the same time and he did.

Powerful jets of sperm hosed her womb just as the cock in her
hand exploded. Missa bent her neck and caught the first wad in
her mouth. The second wad only reached her breasts, splattering
on her nipples. The third left a strand from her breasts to her
bellybutton. The powerful jets stopped, but sperm continued to
pour out of his cock just as it was doing in the one in her
pussy. They collapsed side by side.    Later, they drank some
wine in bed. "So what will you do now?" asked the elf.

"Run my parent's business. I'll use the profits to form a
mercenary band to hunt orcs in the mountains."

"What of your mother?"

"She will be exiled."

"I see."

"As would I if you hadn't pulled me off that big orc cock when
you did." Missa shuddered. "I wanted to experience sex again
before you left."

"You sound as if it will be your last?"

"No man will have me now, I lost my virginity to an orc, nor
could one please me if he did. Just promise we can do this again
if you ever pass back this way."
"I promise and I promise we can do it a few more times before
morning," said Hawksil pulling her on top. "Ride the upper one
this time."

"What will we do with the other one?"

"You'll see," said Hawksil moving his lower cock around to her
ass."

*****************

Hawksil left Fiswen at a slow jog for his leg still hurt, though
the wound had healed. He had no destination in mind.

Behind him, on the other side of town a sad procession of women
left the gate bound for the mountains. Suzara, proud and strong
helped Missa's mother along as the older woman sobbed on the
verge of a break down. Close to three dozen other women followed
them. Many had husbands and children watching them leave. All the
women were nude, no longer having wealth to protect under Bedwin
cloaks.

As they neared the forested hills, orcs stepped out of the trees.
They had been waiting for the exiles and the women wailed when
they saw them. The orcs forced the women to their knees, then
began taking out their cocks. The orcs spread throughout the
crowd. The women began smelling and kissing the big cocks as they
passed. This was how they would spend the rest of their lives.

And they were no longer sad.

The End

Note: A reader once described this story as having been written
by a horny sixth grade dungeons and dragons player, which I was
at one time. Fantasy is my first true love when it comes to
literature, though I moved on as a got older. I had hoped to
write more adventures of Hawksil, the last elf, but haven’t
gotten around to it. Maybe someday.

I did write another story set in the same universe and that is
“Belinda and The Faun.”

Glossary:


Bedwin- A human culture found on the great Northern continent.
The society is male-dominated, but women are educated and raised
so as to be more useful to their husbands. They are living
wallets for the males as Bedwin have not developed coinage. The
women are adorned with gold wearing nipple disks, chains, gold
linked loincloths, etc. Some of the richest attempt to plump
their wives up so that there is more flesh to cover with gold.
Outside women wear cloaks that cover their entire bodies, but for
eyes and ankles. Covering the males wealth keeps all males on an
equal footing in public. Bedwin women are monogamous, but often
perform oral sex on their husband's guests during meals.

Spermes (sperm-ees)- the one true god and a constellation. In the
Beginning, Spermes sat on his throne in the sky and masturbated
towards a barren rock. The god's wad of semen splattered upon the
rock and all life upon the earth sprang up from his wads. Lesser
gods sprang from higher concentrations of sperm and steered the
various races to suit their needs. Spermes has nothing to do with
the world, but wayward sperm (comets)still appear in the sky from
time to time.

Humans- The most recent race to appear on earth and the only not
descended from Spermes, hence the inferior sexual organs of the
male, but they breed faster then most of Spermes' children. Elven
scholars were never able to figure where humans came from. Males
tend to be hairy and are usually around 5'7" tall. Their females
average 5'6" and are lean, but large breasted with hips to match.

Dwarves- Bearded men around 4-5' tall. Their gift from Spermes is
never soft foot long cocks as hard as granite. The hardness makes
them last a long time as they are less sensitive. Dwarves went
into hiding after their war with the orcs and few underground
cities are left.

Orcs- Green, warty men with flat noses and tusked lower teeth.
They average in height 6-7' and are very strong and muscular.
Their cocks run 10-12", but their true heritage from Spermes is
the bloodsperm. Greenish tinged sperm flows through their veins,
sperm so potent it's been known to hasten fertility in women or
lie dormant in wombs for days until the female's fertile period
begins. Females of most species become enthralled in the presence
of orc cock, behaving like sluts around them, craving bloodsperm,
wanting to bear orc babies. Orcs live in the mountains competing
with dwarves for their territory. The first great war was fought
between orcs and dwarves. Grodock the godcock, the orc demigod
led them to victory, but at great cost to orc warriors. Grodock
invoked a great spell, increasing the number of male births to
swell his armies. He assembled a great horde, marching on human
cities and elf forests.

Elves- the favored of Spermes children. They are tall and lean
with angular features and bright blue eyes. They are skilled with
weapons as well as science and the arts. They are doubly blessed
by Spermes having two cocks or two vaginas with women. Their
cocks change size to totally fill the cavity they enter. Their
sperm tastes sweet and provides nourishment as well as healing
properties.

The elf-orc war started two hundred years ago ending with the
elves defeat. Grodock led an army of orcs, trolls, and ogres
outnumbering the elves 20:1. Despite the odds, the elves might
have won, but that Grodock had secretly allied himself with the
dark necromancer. Just as the elves were about to nturn the orc
horde, the necromancer animated the dead orcs. Finding themselves
surrounded by orcs and zombies, the elves were wiped out to the
man, but managed to kill Grodock. The next fifty years, the orcs
spent hunting down every last elf. Grodock made one error. The
spell he cast increasing the number of male babies, decreased the
number of females born and the orcs were never again able to
assemble giant hordes. Humans swarmed in to take the place of
Sperme's children.