Elf and Orcs. Part 1

In the ancient forests lives an elf maiden named Syl. Her appearance is striking in its perfect proportions and natural beauty.

Her slender figure is distinguished by a graceful waist and smooth curves. A full bust and rounded hips create a harmonious silhouette, combining softness and strength. Every movement of the girl is filled with confidence and calm.

Golden hair flows down to her waist, shimmering in the sun's rays. Strands are adorned with forest flowers, creating a natural, effortless look.

Sky-blue eyes radiate wisdom and determination. Her gaze is direct and open, with barely noticeable wrinkles visible at the corners of her eyes that appear

when she smiles.

Her skin is fair, with a light natural blush that appears after active exertion. Her facial features are delicate: high cheekbones, a straight nose, and full lips create an image of refined beauty.

Her gait is confident and light, her movements precise. Even in simple clothing of leather and linen, Syl looks majestic. Wide hips provide stability, and a slender waist allows her to move easily between trees.

Her posture reflects the nobility of her elven heritage. Her back is straight, her head held high, and a slight smile often plays on her face. In every movement, one can feel the strength and grace inherent to her people.

Syl embodies natural beauty, combined with the inner strength and courage of a true warrior. Her appearance is a blend of softness and firmness of character, femininity and combat readiness.

On that fateful day, the forest seemed unusually quiet. Syl, as usual, was patrolling her domain, her faithful bow at the ready. Her keen ears caught a barely perceptible rustle in the undergrowth, but it was already too late.

Orcs sprang from the ambush—five huge creatures with ugly mugs and vicious eyes. Syl did not flinch. She instantly drew her blade, and the steel in her hands danced with deadly flourishes.

The first orc fell, pierced by a precise strike. The second took an arrow to the throat before he could raise his axe. But the remaining three closed a ring around the elf maiden. Their rough hands reached for her, clawed fingers scrabbling the air.

Syl fought desperately, her movements precise and deadly. She dodged blows, parried lunges, but the numerical superiority made itself known. One of the orcs managed to sweep her legs, and the elf maiden fell to her knees.

At the moment she tried to rise, heavy chains clamped around her wrists. The orcs, growling with pleasure, bound her hands behind her back. Syl resisted to the last, but the forces were unequal.

Her golden hair was disheveled, her sky-blue eyes blazed with fury, and her lips were pressed into a thin line. Even captured, she showed no fear. The orcs exchanged glances—the prey had proven worthy. They bound her hands and feet and dragged her deeper into the forest, away from her homeland.

The enemy camp greeted the captive with stench and clamor. Syl, with her head held high, surveyed the creatures around. In the center of the camp, a huge bonfire blazed, surrounded by a throng of ugly beings. Goblins, short and scrawny, with big ears and bulging eyes.

Orcs, larger and more powerful, stood in small groups, conversing in their coarse tongue. Their ugly faces with protruding tusks twisted into vicious smirks at the sight of the captive. They eyed her with a grasping gaze, appraising her as prey.

At the edges of the camp loomed trolls—huge, clumsy creatures with gray skin and small, vicious eyes. They stood guard, leaning on massive clubs, and occasionally exchanged short phrases in their guttural language.

In the center of the orc camp, Syl found herself surrounded by enemies. Rough hands tore her clothes, leaving her naked before the mocking gazes of goblins, orcs, and trolls.

Her golden hair spilled over her shoulders, and her blue eyes flashed with anger and humiliation. The captive stood motionless, only her jaw clenched tighter, betraying her inner struggle.

Around her, cackles and jeers rang out. Orcs nudged each other with their elbows, pointing at her slender figure, full bust, and large, firm buttocks. Goblins jumped around, squealing with delight, and trolls conversed in rough voices, evaluating the captive.

The orc chieftain, huge and ugly, approached the bound elf maiden. His filthy hands reached for Syl's naked body. Rough fingers slid over her delicate skin, causing disgust and revulsion.

The girl tried with all her might to pull away, but the iron grips of the guards held her in a deadlock. She writhed, jerked, but it was all useless. Her teeth ground together, tears of humiliation and rage stood in her eyes. The orc chieftain, growling with excitement, grabbed the elf maiden by her full breasts. His rough fingers dug into the tender flesh, leaving bruises on her snow-white skin. Syl felt his filthy hands squeezing her nipples, making her body shudder.

Trying to break free, she jerked in the iron embrace of the guards. Her golden hair spilled over her shoulders, covering her face with tangled strands. Blue eyes filled with tears of humiliation, but she did not allow herself to utter a sound.

The chieftain's hands slid over her stomach, descending lower. He felt every curve of her body, lingering on the rounded hemispheres of her buttocks, which so beautifully transitioned into slender legs. Syl felt his fingers approaching her most intimate place, and inside her everything tightened with revulsion. The orc chieftain roughly grabbed the elf maiden by the hips, his filthy fingers digging into her delicate skin. He spread her legs, exposing her juicy, smoothly shaven pussy. Syl felt her stomach muscles clench with disgust, and a wave of fear ran through her body.

Her thighs trembled involuntarily, trying to close, but the orcs' grip was too strong. The delicate folds of her body quivered, her nipples hardened from hatred and humiliation. Her snow-white skin was covered in goosebumps, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

The chieftain felt her as if she were merchandise at a market, his rough hands exploring every curve, every hollow. Syl felt everything inside her tighten with disgust, her muscles involuntarily contracting, trying to close off from these touches.

Her stomach tensed like a stone, but her body remained defenseless against the cruelty of her tormentors. Her chest heaved heavily from ragged breathing, and a scream was stuck in her throat, unable to escape due to terror.

The orc chieftain grabbed the elf maiden by the hair, yanking her sharply downward. Syl fell to her knees, feeling the ground dig into her delicate skin. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her blue eyes filled with hatred.

The orc, triumphant, unfastened his filthy leather pants. His massive cock, ugly and covered in coarse veins, appeared before Syl's eyes. It was unnaturally large, with a purplish hue and an uneven surface. A heavy scrotum dangled below, covered in sparse hair.

Syl felt nausea rising in her throat. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and horror froze in her eyes. She tried to turn away, but the orc's rough hands held her firmly, not allowing her to move. The orc chieftain grabbed the elf maiden by the hair again, sharply tilting her head back. His rough fingers dug painfully into her skin, forcing Syl to submit.

Her full lips, usually so tender and sensual, were now roughly stretched around the massive cock. Her plump lips were stretched to the limit.

Syl felt her throat constrict. Her tongue, usually so flexible and obedient, was now forced to touch this filthy flesh. Her lips began to ache from the strain, and saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with the dirt.

She tried to turn away, but the orc's grip was ironclad. Her lips trembled, and tears stood in her eyes. Her tongue, touching the head, involuntarily tried to push the vile thing out, but the orc continued his repulsive actions, giving her no respite.

The orc chieftain began with slow but insistent thrusts. Syl's lips first clenched with a quiet smacking sound, trying to resist, but under pressure they stretched, emitting wet, squelching sounds. Her tongue instinctively pressed down, trying to avoid contact, but, like a traitor, sometimes slid over the moist surface of the head and shaft, causing the elf maiden a new wave of disgust and producing sucking sounds.

When the orc quickened the pace, Syl's lips began to tremble. Her tongue tried to retreat deeper into her mouth. Saliva gathered in the corners of her lips, streaming down her chin in thin rivulets and creating gurgling sounds with each movement.

During moments of particularly strong thrusts, her lips made wet slapping sounds, like muffled groans of pain. Her tongue writhed like a caught snake, trying to find the slightest chance to avoid contact, creating even more wet sounds.

When the orc briefly withdrew, the elf maiden's lips tried to close with a smacking sound, but the rough hand in her hair gave them no such chance. Her tongue, coated in a layer of saliva, tried to push the orc's cock away, but he only intensified the assault, forcing it to press against her lower jaw and slide along the shaft.

Gradually, Syl's lips began to go numb from constant strain. They lost sensation but continued to resist every movement, emitting muffled sounds of struggle. Despite all attempts to pull away, Syl's lips and tongue were forced to submit to brute force.

The orc chieftain, growling with pleasure, reached the peak of his arousal. His body shuddered. Syl felt the cock in her mouth tense, the already thick veins thickening, sliding over her tongue, and then the inevitable happened.

A jet of hot semen hit her throat, as if from a breached dam. It gushed in a stream like molten lava, filling her mouth to the brim. Syl tried to turn away, but the rough hand held her head in an iron grip.

Syl's face contorted with disgust. Her nostrils flared, her lips trembled, and her eyes filled with tears. Her throat involuntarily constricted, trying to expel the seed, but the orc's rough hand continued to hold her head.

The semen was sticky and warm, flowing over her palate, flooding her tongue and throat. Syl felt it filling every fold in her mouth, leaving behind a nasty aftertaste. Saliva mixed with this vileness, forming a viscous substance that dripped down her chin.

Her mouth filled to the brim, and Syl had to swallow, despite the disgust. She felt each gulp burning her throat. Her body shuddered, but she was forced to continue.

When it was over, Syl felt the last drops of white liquid trickling down her chin. Her lips trembled. The semen left behind an unpleasant aftertaste that seemed to have penetrated every cell of her body.

The orc chieftain, breathing heavily, grabbed the elf maiden by the chin and struck her cheek with force. His voice sounded like a thunderclap:

— Lick it clean!

Syl felt her cheek burn from the blow, and her vision darkened for a moment. But the orc gave her no time to recover. He roughly pressed her lips to his wet flesh, leaving her no choice.

Syl's lips reluctantly parted, and her tongue began to move against her will, collecting the sticky remnants. Each movement was accompanied by smacking sounds. Her tongue slid over the moist surface of the massive head, leaving a trail of saliva and viscous fluid. Squelching sounds filled the air.

Her tongue moved up and down, collecting every drop. Her lips clenched and unclenched in rhythm with the movements. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with semen and sweat.

Syl felt every muscle in her body resisting this humiliation. Her nails dug into her palms as her tongue slid around the head, collecting the disgusting substance, and her lips clenched.

The orc continued to hold her, enjoying her humiliation. His breathing grew heavier. He took his cock in his hand and slapped it against her tongue.

— Good girl, Elven whore, keep going.

Syl felt nausea rising in her throat but could not utter a sound.

Her tongue worked with all diligence, writhing like a snake, collecting the last drops. Her lips trembled with disgust but continued to obey the order. Saliva mixed with the remnants of semen and sweat, creating a vile mixture that dripped down her chin.

When the orc finally released her, Syl felt a wave of trembling pass through her body. Her lips were bitten and stretched to the limit, and a disgusting aftertaste remained in her mouth. But even at this moment, when her dignity had been trampled, the fire of hatred burned in her eyes.