Eliasa and her amazon army.

Eliasa cut her way through the elven lines, swinging her grate ax through the air with unparalleled ease. With every strike, a stream of blood and body parts flew through the air. Accor and the elves have always had an unfortunate relationship. Outside of being close friends with the dwarves and their Nordic brethren, ever since the amazons ventured out deeper into the ocean, their fleets constantly clashed with the elves.

"Watch your head, sister!" Eliasa had a split second to inch her head to the left as a large throwing ax zipped past her face, striking an elf that was about to pounce on her in the chest. Eliasa turned to the woman who saved her and found an orc woman with dark green skin waving back. Eliasa smiled back at her, then turned her attention back to the elves, cutting two in half with one swing of her ax.

The orcs and amazons were always a bit of an odd couple, though one that made some sense. While the orcs' favorite targets, and in some cases food, were humans, the amazons were one of the few exceptions. This was primarily due to how similar their cultures were. Amazons and orcs were adept raiders, valued honor and strength, only mated with males that could beat them in combat, and were both cursed by the gods with an undying heat. In short, they loved to drink, fight, and fuck.

Eliasa wore a mix of leather and plated steel armor over a light brown muscular body. She had a few scars dotted around her body, mostly around her shoulders and biceps, as well as a few tribal tattoos. Her dark hair was matted around her face, and her body was dotted with elven blood, giving her a wild and savage look.

As she cut through the line of elves, the warrior woman could hear the alien sound of cannon fire in the background, an unfortunate product of the changing times. They made wars too easy, she thought, too cowardly. Unfortunately, that was the route wars were going, where everyone preferred to fight from a distance with weapons that could penetrate even the thickest of armor.

After cutting down another two elves, the elven line started to fall apart until only a scattered resistance remained. As their part in the fight died down, Eilasa's shield sister, Cassa, approached her, her ax bathed in blood and her shield littered with arrows.

"Well, that was easier than I would have liked," the red-haired woman said with a pant, "Even for elves."

The dark green orc, Bor, ripped an ax out of an elf's head and turned towards the two women. "It would be more fun if your men didn't blow up half the city with their guns."

"Agreed," said Eilasa as she grasped her battle-ax and made her way towards the wealthiest part of town. "Come, sisters! Let's take what we can before the men burn it all down!"

The army of warrior women then let out a cheer before focusing on a particularly large mansion. A few guards were protecting the building, but they were even flimsier than the town guards, as were the walls they were protecting. Once inside, the warrior women began to ransack the pristine palace, taking anything of value from gold to women. The building was being used as a shelter for Prosperia's wealthy families, mostly the young and the women. The amazons had little use for the male youths, outside of selling them to slavers, the females, however. If this was a human city, the first thing the amazons would do is convert them into amazon younglings by spreading their curse to them, but since they were elves and were immune to most of their curse's effects, they had to find some other use for them.

While the Accorians couldn't convert the elves into amazons, they did find that they could still spread their heat to them, at least temporarily. Even so. The heat of the amazons was like a **** to them. The more they were exposed to it, the closer they got to becoming a sex-crazed slut.

So as the amazons grabbed the closet's maid and maiden they could find, they ripped off their clothes and started fondling their nude bodies, going straight for their vulvas. Once their strong fingers stroked their soft lips, any fight the elf women had would quickly melt away and be replaced by an untamable burning heat that needed to be satisfied.

As Eilasa made her way through the building with her entourage, her sisters turned elven maids into moaning sluts. Meanwhile, she set her sights on a larger prize. Three of her amazon warriors approached her and gave her a quick bow.

"My lady, we have her trapped in the basement along with her daughters and a number of noble women."

Eliasa smiled, "Finally, not only will we have our **** for our fallen sisters, but the price on the nobles heads should be more than enough to make up for the wealth she stole."