Arcus Tarkilyon (M), a femboy Dark Elf

I was an ordinary 17 year old femboy who was bullied at school and abused at home. I got hit by a truck. I found myself reincarnated into another world as a newborn baby boy. In this new world, I was born into a royal family of Dark Elves. My mother was known as the Demon Queen. She was overthrown shortly after I was born. My brain was not yet fully developed, so most of my memories from my previous life were lost.

This resulted in me growing up with vague memories of being somebody else, and strange memories that didn't make sense.

As I grew older, I began to realise that my unusual memories were not just figments of my imagination and started to piece together the fragments of my past life. I remembered being human, with a different life entirely. I grew up in the shadow of my sister, Nevirina Tarkilyon, who raised me after our mother's ****.

She was not pleased with my curiosity about my past life and would have me whipped if I ever mentioned it.

Nevirina was trying to build a big enough power base to take back her throne. I was just a pawn to her. I was born with soft, pale skin and white hair. I was now 18 years old. My figure is slender, accentuated by the graceful curves that defined my femininity. Nevirina was taller than me, through not by much. We both had long white hair and like most Dark Elves, had red eyes and extremely pale skin.

Nevirina had arranged to marry me off to Queen Sharza, warlord of forty thousand orc warriors. In return, Sharza would give Nevirina the army she needed to take back her throne. I didn't know anything about Queen Sharza other than what I had heard, which wasn't very reassuring.

"I do not wish marry Sharza," I said.

Nevirina narrowed her eyes at me.

"You dare defy me?" she hissed. "Do you not realize what this means for our family's future?"

"But I don't love her," I whispered.

My heart felt heavy, knowing that my words would only anger my sister further. Nevirina's face turned red with rage as she slapped me across the face, leaving my cheek stinging.

"You will do as you are told!" she spat. "Our family's future is more important than your pathetic feelings."

Her words cut deeper than the slap, leaving me feeling both hurt and angry. I knew that I could not go against her wishes.

"I... I understand." My voice was barely above a whisper as I bowed my head in submission.

"I will have you **** by all of all forty thousand of Sharza's warriors and their horses if it will mean getting my throne back," Nevirina said.

I felt a chill run down my spine as I heard her words. The thought of such a horrifying fate made me shudder.

I was powerless to stop her and knew that I would have to go through with it.

"Take off your clothes, Arcus. You're getting whipped," Nevirina said.

As I stood before her, I slowly began to unbutton my shirt. I glanced over at Nevirina, who had a cold, calculating look on her face. She watched as I slipped my shirt off, revealing my soft, pale skin and the faint outline of my feminine curves. As I removed my pants, revealing my slender legs, Nevirina nodded in satisfaction. I removed my underwear, revealing my big penis. As I stood naked in front of her, **** and exposed, Nevirina walked around me, inspecting every inch of my body as if I was a prized possession, taking in every detail. I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable under her gaze. I got down on my knees, prepared for the flogging.

Nevirina stepped closer to me, her eyes cold and unforgiving. She lifted a leather whip from her belt, its tips made of sharp, jagged metal that would tear into my flesh. The leather lashes cracked as she raised it above her head, preparing to strike me. I closed my eyes tight, bracing myself for the pain that was about to come.

With a flick of her wrist, she struck me across the bare back, causing a sharp pain to shoot through me. I flinched as I felt the sting of the whip on my bare back. The pain was excruciating, but I **** myself not to cry out, as the whip connected with my skin, tearing into my flesh with each crack. I gritted my teeth, determined not to let out a sound, as tears streamed down my face. Each lash felt like a burning brand, leaving red welts and drawing blood. I could feel the warm blood trickling down my back, staining the cold stone floor beneath me. After what felt like an eternity, Nevirina finally stopped. She stepped back, admiring the marks she had left on my body. Her face was devoid of any emotion, as if she had just completed a mundane task. I remained on my knees, gasping for breath as the pain pulsed through me. I looked up at her.

She nodded once, signaling that the punishment was over. Slowly, I stood up, wincing as every muscle in my body protested. I couldn't help but feel humiliated and ashamed, both physically and emotionally.

"You look beautiful, Arcus" Nevirina said, her voice devoid of emotion. "Now, remember to play your part well. Queen Sharza expects nothing less than perfection from her consort." Nevirina took a step forward and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look her in the eyes. "Your role is to make Queen Sharza happy. Now, remember what I taught you about pleasing a woman," she said coldly.

I winced inwardly at her words but nodded obediently. I knew that Nevirina had instructed me on how to perform sexual acts in preparation for my marriage to Queen Sharza. Nevirina softly caressed my penis. My soft, feminine body shivered under her touch. She stroked it gently, guiding it to hardness. Her touch growing firmer and more demanding. I flinched as her hand tightened around my shaft, but I **** myself to remain still. Despite my discomfort, I knew I had to endure it. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to block out the sensation of her hand on my skin. Nevirina left the room. The door to my chamber slammed shut, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. As I stood there, naked and ****, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. This was not the life I had envisioned for myself. I stepped into the hot bath, feeling the water against my soft, pale skin. The maid watched me nervously. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, but it was difficult with everything that was going on. The warm water soothed my skin, helping to ease some of the tension that had been building up inside me. As I soaked in the bath, I couldn't help but think about my upcoming marriage to Queen Sharza. The thought alone sent shivers down my spine. I knew that she was known for her cruelty and sadism, and I feared what she might do to me once we were married.

Nevirina was right; I needed to play my part well if I wanted to survive in this new life. As I finished my bath and the maid dried me off, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. I was led out to the courtyard, where Nevirina was waiting for me. There were several orc tents set up throughout the courtyard.

I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself as I waited for Queen Sharza to arrive. My heart raced in anticipation of what was to come. The cool night air brushed against my bare skin, making me shiver slightly.

Finally, Queen Sharza emerged from the largest tent in the courtyard. She was an imposing figure, even more so up close. She had long black hair, was taller than any human man and clad in only a loincloth and some wrappings round her arms and legs, revealing large boobs and a muscular body that was a deep shade of green, like that of an ancient oak tree, that was covered in scars that told of her many battles. She stopped in front of me and looked down at me with cold, piercing eyes.

"You must be Arcus," she said, her voice deep and commanding. "I heard much about you from Nevirina." She motioned for you to kneel before her, which you did without hesitation. "I expect obedience from my consort," she warned, her tone leaving no room for misunderstanding.

I looked up at Queen Sharza, feeling a sense of dread wash over me. She was truly terrifying, and I knew that my life was about to change forever. I **** myself to stay calm and nodded obediently.

"Yes, your highness," I replied, my voice shaking slightly.

"Good."

"When will the wedding when place?" Nevirina asked.

"We already married," Sharza said.

"I don't understand," Nevirina said.

"Orcs marriages don't involve ceremonies. They are married when they decide they are married," I explained to Nevirina.

I felt a knot form in my stomach as I watched the other orcs emerge from their tents and begin to celebrate.

The air was thick with anticipation and excitement. I could hear the sounds of heavy breathing and grunting as several male orcs **** female orcs. I was shocked. Queen Sharza seemed to notice my reaction.

"It is our way," she said.

I nodded, trying not to show my discomfort. Sharza and I received many gifts. Three of them, I found particularly interesting. One was a whip, made from the tail of a great beast. The second a selection of books containing stories from the Nine Providences, given to me by Lady Rain Connington. She was a middle-aged woman with hazel eyes and a slender but muscular body. Her short brown hair was tied into three buns. Rain got down one knee.

"I am Lady Rain Connington, an exile from House Connington," she said, offering her hand.

I took her hand and shook it gently.

"Thank you for the gift, Lady Rain. I look forward to reading these stories."

"Nevirina, I swear my fealty to you," Rain said.

Nevirina bowed her head slightly in acknowledgment.

"Thank you, Lady Rain. Your loyalty is appreciated."

The third was a box containing three beautiful scaly stones.

"These are dragon eggs that have been dormant for 150 years," Rain said.

I felt a chill run down my spine at the thought of these dragon eggs. They were a rare sight, and I knew that if they hatched, they would bring great power to whoever controlled them. I nodded in thanks to Rain and placed the box carefully beside me. The celebration continued long into the night. Queen Sharza drank heavily from a large horn filled with some kind of fermented drink, her eyes never leaving me. Eventually, she took me into her tent and shoved me onto the bed. She climbed on top of me, pinning me down with her weight. Her breath was hot and smelled heavily of ****. I couldn't help but feel scared and overwhelmed by this terrifying creature.

"I make you mine," she growled, her voice deep and menacing.

I tensed as she leaned down to kiss me roughly, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth, her hand reaching down to grope my crotch. I wrapped my arms around her broad shoulders and kissed her back passionately, hoping to please her. Sharza got up and turned me around, so I had laid on my stomach. She looked at the scars on my back.

"How did you get your scars, little human?" she asked, her voice low and dangerous.

"My sister," I whispered, my heart racing.

Sharza's heavy breathing was audible as she ran her fingers along the raised flesh of the scars.

"You remind me of myself when I was young."

Sharza removed her loincloth. I was surprised to see she had both sets of genitals. And even more surprised to see how small her penis was. She noticed I was looking at it.

"Tell no one or I die kill you," she said.

I gulped nervously and nodded my head in understanding.

"I won't say anything," I promised. "I can take care of it."

Sharza looked at me skeptically but eventually nodded as well. I was nervous but determined to please her.

I turned around to face her.

"It's okay, Sharza," I said softly. "You can trust me."

Sharza watched as I gently took her small member in my hand. She let out a small grunt of approval and closed her eyes, relaxing. I began to stroke it slowly, feeling its rough texture beneath my fingers. Sharza's breathing became deeper and more rhythmic. She leaned back against the pillows, her large orcish body trembling slightly under my touch. I continued to please Sharza, using my hands to bring her pleasure. As I worked, I couldn't help but think about the dragon eggs. They were so beautiful, yet so dangerous. I wondered if I would ever be able to control their power if they hatched. The night continued with Sharza growling and moaning in pleasure as I expertly brought her to climax. As she caught her breath, she turned to face me and smiled.

"You rare find, Arcus," she said, her voice husky. "You do well here."