Titania’s Pride is Shattered

Titania remained trembling on the ground for several seconds after Jerry spoke, leaving him to wonder if it was rage, sadness, or fear that kept her quiet... Still, it wasn’t long before the elf lifted her head to meet Jerry’s eyes, her stunning face marred by fresh tears and an expression of hopeless resignation.

“...The word of a ranger is her bond,” she croaked, cheeks taking on an even deeper hue as she looked between her two captors; “You have won... I’m no warrior. Perhaps I’ll be of more use... as your plaything...”

“That’s a pretty safe bet,” was Jerry’s callous reply. Though he’d been looking forward to peeling away Titania’s lingerie inch by inch, Jerry had never expected to have her in such a pliable position - given the situation, maybe he could even get her naked without lifting a finger? “Well, hurry up and get your tits out, then - I want to break in my new toy.”

To Jerry’s surprise, Titania tearfully obeyed him - and she hardly even hesitated, rising to her feet without a word as her fingers curled beneath the fabric of her bra. The legendary titty-drop that followed - consisting of a pair of perfect, grapefruit-sized breasts tumbling out into the still forest air - was almost enough to prompt a gangbang on the spot... But both Jerry and his fellow orc managed to resist the temptation, even when her large, pleading eyes settled on them once again.

“Nice. Now ditch the panties - you won’t be needing them anymore.” said Jerry, the obvious hunger in his gaze causing the defeated elf to momentarily falter; “Don’t forget to turn around when you pull ‘em down; I wanna see that ass!”

Titania acquiesced with a sigh, slender thumbs slipping beneath the waistband of her lingerie as she moved to turn away from her audience. With great **** she peeled her panties back over the fullness of her rump, so cowed by Jerry’s growing dominance that she didn’t even bother covering her nethers after allowing the garment to flutter to the forest floor.

Jerry was just about to comment on this when he heard a sound that even a consummate homebody like him could recognize - hoofbeats. Within moments an elegant horse-drawn carriage became visible through the trees, clattering along on an ill-travelled road some 100 feet away. Titania visibly startled at the possibility of extra exposure and rushed to preserve her modesty with both hands.

Jerry could tell that the carriage would soon be out of view, and thought of just carrying on and returning his attention to the well-endowed and lightly-muscled ex-ranger standing before him... But just as the hoofbeats began to recede, an idea came to Jerry: