Sidestory 2: A Defeated Queen

1256 AC (Aclian Calendar)
Fifth Month
Inkalmair

Filauria, former Queen of the Elven City-State of Inkalmair, lamented her current state of affairs as she was taken and **** in her own bedchambers by Oodagh, Diepkutter's lieutenant and Chieftain of the Earthsong Clan, his monstrously huge schlong spearing apart her virgin pussy like a rod of hot iron.

"It hurts! Go easy!" Filauria pleaded.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears as Oodagh continued to hammer his hips into hers, stretching out her birth canal to the absolute limit.

It was not supposed to be like this. Elves were not supposed to lose to barbaric savages who know only how to fight and sate their desires, who were prone to killing each other over the simplest slights as compared to peace-loving folk like the Elves. Instead, the Orcs displayed immense adaptability as they coordinated sophisticated tactics, outflanking the Elves and hitting their supply lines and bases, depriving them of food and water and letting them starve before going in for the kill.

Even worse, they had devised methods of dispelling Elven protection spells, allowing their cannons to completely pummel their defences into dust, and they attacked the city-state while the bulk of the army was away.

Her commander died a dog's ****, and now she and other Elves were paying the price of their defeat.

Then Oodagh roared at the top of his lungs, and she felt a burning hot liquid splash inside her womb. She cried and screamed, shedding tears of humiliation, but no one would help her, least of all the gods.

"Aah, that was marvellous," Oodagh smiled as he pulled out, seeing the huge amount of thick semen splashing out of Filauria's pussy, "You shall be a fine broodmare."

Filauria sobbed quietly into her pillow, praying for this nightmare to end.

Eighth Month

Filauria screamed at the top of her lungs as Oodagh rammed his cock up her ass, her colon unable to handle the huge foreign intruder.

"Please, please, please! I beg you, take it out, take it out!"

Filauria's rapid-fire pleas did not move Oodagh as he anally **** her.

"Shut up and take it, you bitch," Oodagh roughly squeezed her breasts, kneading them and pinching her nipples, "You're my broodmare, so you take it whether you like it or not!"

Filauria could hear the screams of other Elven maidens being **** by Orcs, Goblins and Humans, who toyed and played with them like tools for pleasure, the new songs of merriment and joy for the conquerors of Inkalmair. Gone were the days when peace and tranquility dominated their lives, when Elves could love and marry only fellow Elves.

She was with child, a half-orc child, and would be **** to give birth to this and many more to come.

Then she felt Oodagh cum inside her again, filling her colon with semen, and she collapsed to the floor, her ass farting out huge globs of thick, white stuff. She was too tired to cry or move, and just sat there while Oodagh cleaned himself and tossed her the towel.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Oodagh smiled.

She took the towel and slowly got up, making her way to the bathroom where her new Goblin servants drew her a tub of hot water. She washed herself first with the finest Elven shampoos and soaps, cleaning away every drop of spunk from her body and washing it away, before she submerged herself inside the bathtub.

She sighed heavily.

"Why is it that the monsters are the rising power now?" She questioned, "Why? Just why?"

Questioning herself over a question she had no answer to, it was the only thing she could do. It was all she could think of.

Try as she might, be it busying herself with administrative work or enduring Oodagh's rapes, it was like a parasite that stubbornly affixed itself to her mind.

1257 AC
Second Month

Filauria lay screaming on the birthing bed as midwives tended to her, preparing a tub of hot water and clean towels while administering to her well-being.

"Oh Gods, please make it stop!" Filauria pleaded.

"Don't worry, My Lady, just one more push!" A goblin midwife assured.

Filauria felt strange being tended to meticulously by Goblins of all people, but with the other Elven midwives currently serving as breeding stock, she had to made do.

"Agh!"

She safely gave birth to a Half-Elf, Half-Orc Son, inheriting much Elven beauty but bearing his father's amber eyes, tusks and black hair, and Oodagh cuddled him with strange tenderness.

"He is a beautiful son," He said affectionately, "His name shall be Grommash."

And young Grommash giggled happily.