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To the Victor goes the spoils…

That’s what they at all times said. Through the many years of the wars that took over our land. The Orcs and Elves have at all times been at each other’s throats. Fighting constantly, striving to wipe each other off the face of the planet.

Our story starts in the small farming town of Landau. An elven farm town just outside one of the major cities. Swept up in a war that stretched across decades. The oncoming orc army quickly swallowed the small town. Taking all of the harvest and taking many prisoners. The leader of the Army, Yatog, was one of the Chief war lords of the Orc kingdom. She was known for being especially brutal to the prisoners of war.

After the surrender of the village folk the able bodied were brought to Yatog as gifts. Three men and five women. “So glad the pointy ears still provide good slaves for us.” She laughed along with the rest of the band of orcs. “I’m taking this one!” She barked, picking up the tallest Elf and taking him to her chambers. She gave the other two men to her sisters and the women to the soldiers.

“You orcish brute unhand me this instant!” The man demanded, only to be thrown onto a bed that had been looted from an elven city weeks before. Before he could say a word, chains were wrapped around his wrists and ankles. “Shut up pointy ear, you lost the battle now you’re mine.” Her voice became sultry or at least as sultry as an orc could be. Her large frame dwarfed the elf that was now trapped in her bed. There was a curious smell in the air. Lavender? No, vanilla? No, it was a smell that seemingly all the races of the planet coveted. Pixie Dust. A natural pheromone and aphrodisiac that increased the sexual desires of all people except for a few. He tried to fight it but it was too late, the drug had taken effect. All he could see in front of him was wonderfully sexual night.

First came his clothes. She used her large muscular body to tear them off him in one single movement. His member was standing at full attention. “Who knew pointy ears carried such a thing?” Her big meaty hand gripped the hard shaft as she slowly began to stroke him. The drug had a secondary effect, Hallucinations. In front of him he didn’t see the huge orc, only visions of the Elf queen herself. Her rough hands felt soft like silk, pumping away slowly. The pleasure was intoxicating. His face went full with blush as he let out the first moan of pure bliss. Yatog laughed as she realized the drug had taken effect. It had no effect on Orcs, but their naturally high libido meant most races couldn’t keep up with their drive. The drug was useful in that way as well. The elf’s cock was throbbing, his moans became more slutty and wild, he was loving every moment of it. “Shoot your fucking load!” Yatog barked. The order sent the man over the edge, his cock shooting an obscene amount of cum flying up into the air and landing back on his chest.

NSFW: yes

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