Hostage negotiation

The black-haired elf and the knight-captain walked at a brisk pace through the village. Some of the elves were barricading in their homes, after hearing rumors of another orc attack, but as they approached the edge of the village, both saw a scattered group of elves all looking from a distance at a spectacle happening at a distance.

The spectacle in question was a large orc struggling to keep a much smaller elf at arm’s length, as she fought and reached with her arms. But it was clear, even from a distance, that the elf was not struggling to get away from the orc, but to get closer. She wriggled on the creature’s grasp and her hands reached towards its cock, which was fully erect at its impressive size, pushing aside the loincloth and going up as highl as the beast’s bellybutton and thicker than the elf’s wrist by a wide margin.

Airwen, the knight-captain, paused when she looked at the thing’s cock, and hesitated. The thing was enormous, the largest one she had ever seen. A thick orc-cock like that… If it was thrust into a poor elf maiden, it would surely fill her up so much as to make a huge bulge in her belly as well as breaking her mind in but a few thrusts! Poor Iorwen! She was clearly already addicted to the beast after being captured for less than an hour! A terrible fate!

But she would not let this go unpunished. Airwen stepped forward and raised her sword. “Unhand Iorwen at once, foul creature!” She declared, pointing her sword forward. “Let her go! And none of your tricks!”

“Um… You don’t want me to do that.” Saeki danced nervously on her feet while searching for the right words. “If I let her go, she starts trying to lick my, umm… My you-know-what. And she keeps trying to hump me! Gosh!” Saeki gestured at the frenzied elf that even now wriggled in that mighty hand’s grasp, her hips humping the air, as the onlookers saw a dribble of juices sliding down her thighs. The only word the poor maiden could say was a lustful “Cock…! Cock!” It was obvious she was incredibly wet and aroused, beyond all reason.

“I don’t want to fight! I’ve only come to bring her back! Can you take her from me and, umm…. Calm her down?” Asked the orc, looking flustered, even while its erection jutted from its legs, tempting and terrifying at the same time. No! Just terrifying - corrected the knight-captain in her thoughts.

The black-haired elf raised one eyebrow on her otherwise perfectly calm face. “So, to clarify: you don’t want to **** this elf?”

“What? No!” Saeki stomped a powerful foot on the ground, her frustration mounting. “I’ve been telling you every time -!”

Airwen took a step forward, pointing with her sword. “Be careful! The creature is getting angry!”

The knight glared daggers at Saeki, whose frustrated groan echoed across the village as she violently slapped her own forehead with enough **** to break someone’s bones. But Airwen’s glare was interrupted when she was pulled back and, gently but firmly, the black-haired elf took a step forward.

“Let me handle the negotiations from now on, hmm?” She patted the Knight-Captain’s head while adding, “good girl,” before turning and facing the orc again. Airwen fumed with rage and embarrassment… But she did as she was told.

“My name is Cybelle, and I am the village’s alchemist, as well as its… Informal leader, one might say.” She gestured at the elf struggling against the orc and added, “and that is Iorwen, by the way.”

“My name is Saeki. Nice to meet you!” Said the orc, waving its hand and doing its best to look friendly, which was made difficult by the circumstances. “And I… You’re never going to believe me... But I’m not a monster! Or.. I don’t want to be a monster. Even if I look like one…”

“You do look very much like an orc,” said Cybelle. “But do you mean to say you do not want to **** the elf you have in your hands?”

“No! Why do people keep acting as if I do that kind of thing?”

There was a pause as Cybelle raised her brow and glanced meaningfully at Saeki’s penis, which was still fully erect and throbbing slightly in tempo with her heartbeat, its purple head flared as precum oozed from the tip, thick as syrup. Saeki seemed to notice and lowered her gaze, defeated.

“I can’t control it, I’m sorry. I just… There’s this smell…” Saeki mumbled.

Cybelle nodded. “Pheromones. You must have had a good whiff of hers, judging by your state, although this makes me wonder how she got so… Worked up.” Both of them glanced at the elf, who was now rubbing her pussy in full view of the whole village, moaning and drooling while her tongue was out. “Did she taste any of your… Fluids by any chance?” Asked the black-haired elf.

“What? No! Why would she - ” Saeki insisted, before pausing as she remembered when the elf first started losing control, her face shiny with sweat… With HER sweat. “Oh. Uh… Maybe. My sweat, a little bit. I… I was just carrying her, because I was afraid… Umm.. I… I’m sorry…”

Cybelle raised her other eyebrow. “So only sweat? You didn’t cum down her throat or inside her?”

“W-what!?” Saeki stammered, looking as flustered as a large, muscly orc could look. “No! No, no, absolutely not! What kind of thing is that to ask?”

Cybelle nodded to herself, her brows furrowed with concern. “You must have powerful pheromones then, if your sweat was enough to leave her in this state. And as it does not look like she is going to calm down…” She paused for a moment, looked at Saeki, then back at Iorwen who seemed to be reaching an orgasm, her eyes rolling up as her hips bucked before she squirted her juices in a spray in front of her. The orc let out a flustered yelp and tried to dodge the spray, as if it had stepped on a puddle by accident. The incongruous contrast between the creature’s enormous size and its dainty behavior was made even more stark when, as if in response to the elf’s juices, it’s cock throbbed and seemed to grow even harder, precum now oozing at a steady pace as its veins grew even thicker. Many of the elves watching this scene grew flushed and wide-eyed as they watched, and one or two even subconsciously reached down between their legs.

“Evil creature!” Muttered the knight-captain, gritting her teeth as she tried to ignore her own burning need flaring stronger under her battle-skirt. Why was her heart beating so fast? She shook her head, and did her best to look like she didn’t feel a need to have her pussy stretched and filled.

Cybelle however kept her cool as she fished a potion from her belt and raised it above her head, showing it to Saeki. “This is a sleeping potion! If you give it to Airwen, this should calm her down. We will rescue her after that.”

She then lobbed the potion towards Saeki, who caught it with one hand and a grateful nod. The orc then uncorked the bottle before pulling the other elf closer as she moaned with post-orgasmic bliss. Her mouth was still wide open, tongue lolling out and a stupid look plastered on her face, so it was quick work for Saeki to pour the potion down the elf’s throat. This made the maiden gag and sputter for a moment, before she reached down and grabbed at the enormous cock that was now closer to her. Saeki yelped as Airwen gasped. “So big!” She managed, before she blinked once, twice, then her hand went limp, followed by her body. It was only the orc holding her that prevented Airwen from falling on the ground, and after she realized the elf was snoring, Saeki gently lowered her on the ground and took a few steps back, wiping the sweat from her brow. “Phew! That was a delicate situation. Thank you so, so much!” She looked pleadingly at the alchemist who observed from a safe distance..

“You are very welcome,” she replied. But when Saeki stepped forward, the alchemist elf raised her hands to stop her. “However, you still have your orc pheromones all around you, and if you step any closer to the rest of the village there could be.. Difficulties.”

“Oh no…” The orc slumped its shoulders, looking dejected. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause trouble. But… I don’t want to go and live with the other orcs, and I don’t want to hurt anyone. If I could have a chance to live in peace and…”

“There is a house at the village’s edge that is currently empty. Those living there were kidnapped, you see. But you can stay there for the time being.”

“Will… Will you let me stay?” Saekis’ eyes were almost in tears, as she looked at the black haired elf, who permitted herself the faintest smile.

“I would not dare leave such an interesting… Person leave our village. We will work something out. So if you would follow me?”

And Cybelle began leading a grateful Saeki around the village to the abandoned house. And the other villages stared in disbelief (and barely-suppressed lust) before breaking out in hushed whispers. Airwen looked pale, her expression livid.

“An orc… Living in our village!? The… The audacity!”

But even as she spoke this, Airwen quietly hurried to her home, where she could have some time alone.