The brave knight-captain

Knight-captain Airwen Moonflower was not having a good day. First she had spent the night worrying about the **** villagers and making plans for a search party. There was an orc den nearby, she was certain of it. The creatures were being sighted more frequently as of late, and there were women going missing. That could only mean one thing: It wasn’t just one or two of the things passing by and attacking women before wandering off, which was bad enough, but there was a group of them. They had a den, where they were keeping the women they kidnapped in. And inside there would be…

Memories flashed before her eyes of a previous raid - rushing to rescue the women - all with heavily pregnant bellies and bodies splattered with that thick orc cum that smelled so foul and intoxicating, their eyes glazed with lust as they moaned and begged for…

No! She shook her head, banishing away the foul mental images! She had to find and rescue the missing women! The foul orcs had to be stopped! And if she wanted to do that her mind couldn’t be clouded by such insidious temptation! The people of the village were counting on her!

So she **** herself to take a cold bath, followed by an intense training session, where she accidentally hurt her hand. Careless! Clumsy! She would never be the savior of the village if she was so easily distracted!

Therefore, the elf was in a foul frame of mind when Gwyneth, another villager, rushed towards her while screaming:

“Help! Help! A… Airwen!” And the knight-captain turned and saw that the poor elf was pale and looked terrified and out of breath. “Orcs!” She managed to gasp.

“Where?” Airwen immediately withdrew her sword, a stern expression on her face.

“South! Edge… Of the village!” She managed, and the other elf needed no more than that before jumping into a run towards the area pointed by her friend. Her armor clinked and she felt cold sweat running down her forehead as she rushed towards where the orcs would be.

“Stop right there!” She shouted when she saw the creature. It was enormous and strongly built, even for an orc, with its biceps being larger than her head. The thing was massive! She glanced down briefly at its loincloth, and its huge bulge, before shaking her head and gripping her blade, preparing for a difficult fight.

“Eeek!” The orc jumped back, hands raised protectively in the manner of a lady that has seen a mouse. “Please, don’t hurt me! It’s all a misunderstanding!”

Airwen stared for a moment, dumbfounded. What kind of new trickery was this…? No! She could not let her mind be swayed!

She dug her heels and tried again. “Leave at once, monster! You’ll find no easy prey in this place!”

“No, no, I’m not looking for…” And Saeki - for that is who the orc was - shook her head with frustration. “Nevermind! There’s another orc attacking that house over there!” And she pointed a massive trembling finger at a nearby house, its doors torn off their hinges and tossed on the ground like crumpled paper by someone without care for littering laws.

“A likely story!” Sneered Airwen, focusing back on the orc. “Am I supposed to charge inside while you raid our village to your heart’s content?”

“No! I promise you, there’s another orc in there and I don’t want him to hurt anyone!” Pleaded Saeki. “Please you have to -!”

“Enough of your lies!” Shouted back the elf, pointing her sword at the cowering orc. “I will not be fooled by your - !”

She was interrupted by a burst of noise and another orc, smaller but still as strong as most of its kind, jumped from the broken doorway while dragging two female elves by their arms. They screamed in terror, their dresses torn and barely hiding their nubile bodies while the orc snorted with laughter.

“Two elf-things! One for each!” He boasted. The elf knight-captain stared at him, dumbfounded, then slowly glared back at Saeki.

“You tricked me!” She growled, taking a step forward, sword in both hands.

“I told you the truth!” Protested Saeki, taking a step back.

“You told me the truth knowing I wouldn’t believe you, in order to confuse and distract me!” Shouted the elf, furious. “You sneaky monster!”

“You’re making ZERO sense!” Saeki shouted back, panicking. “And you’re pointing a really sharp thing at me!”

“Ugh! It’s the knight!” Grumbled the other orc. And with two quick, practiced motions he picked each elf and slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, if sacks of potatoes had pink, naked asses that they exposed to the air while screaming in terror. He then turned and ran, before shouting back at the other orc: “Run, Urgzobb! Run!”

The knight charged, and Saeki was put in a difficult spot. On one hand, her new ‘friend’ had just kidnapped two women from a village with the intent on assaulting them, something she firmly put in the Not Very Cool category, ethics-wise. On the other, the elf she had tried to reason with had proved very unreasonable, and was now charging at her with a sword.

“Eeek!” Shouted Saeki, turning and running as fast as her powerful legs could carry, pursued by the furious elf. Saeki caught up to the other orc and glanced behind her, only to notice that the elf was keeping pace, despite wearing a heavyset armor and brandishing her not insignificant sword. She shouted in a panic and tried to pick up the pace.

The other orc looked back and grunted darkly before grabbing one of his prisoners with its powerful arm.

“Hey Urgzobb! Catch!” And he tossed the crying elf into Saeki’s arms, as she instinctively grabbed and pulled her closer, shoving the elf into her sweaty chest and belly as she cradled her protectively. “We split up now! If you get away, then save some of her for me!” And he snorted one last time before changing directions, running perpendicularly away from the knight and Saeki, who glanced at her new prisoner and then back at the knight.

Instinctively Saeki ran while holding onto the elf woman as well as she could. “Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” She gasped at her prisoner while she ran as fast as she could. Afraid of letting go of the elf and hurting her, or making the other orc angry.

The knight stopped, briefly glancing at each running target. The large orc… It was faster than the other, she would not be able to catch up. And she had to make a choice.

Gritting her teeth, she ran after the smaller orc, the one that had first kidnapped the two women, even as she whispered under her breath. “I’ll get you still, you cunning bastard! Iorwen… I’m so sorry!” Her heart pained as she thought of gentle, motherly Iorwen, at the hands of the foul beast and it’s immense, throbbing…

She shook her head, focusing instead on the orc running away from her now. At least this one she would not let escape.