Arvanda Leaves the City

He didn’t give her much time to get her breath back. Once his loin cloth was back on, Drass took the length of chain from his own neck and put it around Arvanda’s. He grabbed it harshly, lifting her to her feet. She sobbed from the pain as he made her walk from the balcony. His cum dripped from her pussy as they walked through the hall, then down the spiral stairs.

They reached the city below, and Arvanda gave the elves a look as though to say everything would be alright. She just hoped it would. Everyone she passed gasped as they saw her like this.

The chest of gold and jewellery had been left by the gate for Drass. He made Arvanda open it for him and move the contents around to ensure it was full.

When he was satisfied, he lifted the chest and carried it out of the town, Arvanda ahead of him.

The gate closed behind them, and the **** field was back up. Hopefully Belraz would get the message to Dorazor quickly.

“What is this?” a shorter orc warrior asked.

“Forget about her,” Drass said. “She’s a gift for the king. Your prize is in here.” He nodded down at the chest.

They arrived at a carriage with a cage on the back, and Arvanda climbed inside, laying on the bed of straw. The chest was placed on the carriage behind it. Drass slammed her cage door shut, locking it with a large key.

It would be tight, but all she could do now was hope that the cavalry could get to her before the orcs reached Orthuc. If she went inside the orc city, she knew she’d never come out.