Take the condemned elf as your mate

Despite the guard's warning, your heart swells with pity, making you want her. You feel she is a kindred spirit, life as a sexually strong orc was hard, and she must of had many of the same hardships made even worse in elvish lands. Though there is the problem of her uncontrollable libido, you think it might be worth the risk. Perhaps your brother of mind might know something. You'll have to take her to see him anyway, to care for her bruises. Elves did not bruise easily, normaly rough play wouldn't leave a mark on them by morning. The family of the dead orc must have beaten her badly. As the saying goes, kill two birds with one stone.

"I will take her as my mate," you tell the guard.

He seems quite shocked to hear you say this, but asks, "You sure? She real dangerous."

"I can't let such a beautiful creature die." You say moving into the cage as he unlocks it. As you enter you see the elf is in worse shape than you thought and was drifting in and out of concessions. Still, you notice a few tears fall from her as you carry her out.

"Your funeral, boy." the guard says and allows you passage to her.

You rush her over to the village hospital, where your brother of mind is attending to a patient.

"Brother, I have someone who needs urgent care!" you shout.

"I'll be there in a minute!" he shouts back.

You lie the elf down on a nearby bed, and do your best to make sure she's comfortable. As you wait, you look the elf carefully for the first time in a well-lit room. You can see she is strong, unlike many of the other elves she has real muscle under her skin. As you poke your belly tentatively she squirms but you feel rock hard abs. He skin is darker than most elves but it only highlights her as different and accentuates the tattoos covering much of her arms and back. Like all the elves she is very well equipped with breasts large enough to wrap around any orc cock no matter the size and fill even large orc hands. Her wide hips and plump ass mark her as perfect breeding stock. Her face even while drifting in an out is the most sexual thing you have ever seen. Her eyes and mouth practically beg you to fuck her. You would be willing to wager she could make any orc rock hard with only a look. Based on her last mate though you realize the beautiful exterior hides a predator who can kill, she literally has looks that can kill you think with a snort.

Your brother soon comes in with his usual tools, and takes a quick look at the elf. It doesn't take him long to know who it is. "Why her, brother? There are millions of elves out there, why her?"

"I saw something of myself in her, and besides I like a challenge," You say with a smile and confidence you don't feel quite yet.

"Mother certainly rubbed off on you. Fine, I'll treat her. But if she hurts you in any way, I'm killing her myself." He says with a huff

You've never heard your brother of mind ever threaten anyone before, and it's quite scary, "Thank you," you say softly.

Without another word, your brother gets to work on her. Applying lotion to her dried skin, cleaning her numerous small gashes, and treating her bruising. She begins to slowly wake as he works but doesn't move.