The Dividing of Spoils

With most of the ruling elites dead and the army effectively defeated, now came the moment of dividing the loot between the victors.

Ferdinand Castellan, as the undisputed leader of the monster horde and the orchestrator of the victory, had every right to claim first look on the spoils, and he took both an Elven blade and a priestess along with a sizeable chest of gold. Everyone else stuck with the women they took, who cried and screamed bloody **** as they were taken away.

There were an equally large number of women among the Orcs and Goblins, and they themselves claimed all the beautiful men the Elves had to offer.

How fortunate for Iozunk then that he managed to claim three beautiful specimens before anyone else could get their grubby hands on them.

Soon, one of his aides approaches him and said, "Boss Ferdinand wants to see you. Says he wants to discuss something with you and Warchief Diepkutter."

He gets up and follows your aide, creaking his stiff shoulders.

"Watch my women," He said to his guards.

The Goblins salute him, and his Elven spoils watched them fearfully.

Gathered in the ruins of what looked to be one huge discussion room, seated at a huge round table with many chairs were Ferdinand and the Orc Warchief Diepkutter, both looking extremely pleased with themselves.

"Good, you're here," Said Ferdinand, "I'm here to discuss the future plans of this horde of ours."

Iozunk raised an eyebrow, though Diepkutter didn't look particularly concerned.

"I thought we just conquer Prosperio," Iozunk said, "You have greater ambitions?"

"Aye, I do," Said Ferdinand, "Prosperio was just our first target; my goal is to conquer all the Elven cities of the continent of Aclia, and no one will stop us. They've meddled too much in the continent's politics, and because of their schemes in the name of 'peace', countless others have been hurt and betrayed as a result."

"Ah, so you want to eliminate the threat they pose once and for all?" Asked Diepkutter.

"Yes, and for that, we need Prosperio as a base of operations," Said Ferdinand, "I'll give the Elves credit; they know how to create bountiful industries and agriculture, but little else, and their tactics are severely outdated compared to modern firearms."

"Those cannons are devastating," Said Iozunk, "Entire hordes of Elves pummeled like dirt with big booms and such."

"Yes, and they are the future of warfare," Said Ferdinand smilingly, "And as we conquer more and more Elven cities, the more beautiful booty we can plunder, and the more riches we can take. Sound good?"

"Har har har! You make a good offer, Human!" Said Diepkutter, "I like it!"

"And Iozunk?" Asked Ferdinand.

The Goblin Chieftain merely shrugged his shoulders, saying, "I'm in deep, might as well follow through."

"Glad to hear it, my friend," Said Ferdinand, "But tonight, let us celebrate our victory!"

Nights in Prosperio were often celebrated with melodious Elven songs and dancers performing rhythmic beats, basking in the bright light of the moonlit sky.

Now it was to the rhythmic beat of gongs and drums and raucous, raunchy laughter that celebrations were underway, Elves **** to partake in the barbaric festivities as the smell of Grog and cooked meat filled the air. Naked and clothed in little more than rags, they shivered at the touch of cold wind on their bare skin.

Iozunk, in particular, laughed heartily as he munched on a roasted chicken drumstick in one hand and drank a cup of wine in another, and beside him were his newly-claimed slaves, **** to fan him and serve him trays of refreshments.

"Ah, just another day in the life of a Chieftain. I love it," Iozunk muttered.

And soon, after the initial round of feasting and making merry, it was time for the main event.

Throughout the crowd, Elves found their rags torn off as they were instantly accosted by their masters. Women found themselves surrounded by huge cocks penetrating their holes, helpless to resist the strength of their betters. Men were in the same situation, their cocks turned monstrously large by alchemical solutions and mercilessly milked by Orc and Goblin pussies hungry for semen.

All around Prosperio, cries of pain and moans of pleasure erupted like an angel's choir, and the Elven family by Iozunk's side averted their eyes as best as they could.

"Aw, don't look away," Said Iozunk, "It's going to become a very common sight in Prosperio, isn't it?"

"How can it be?" Said Ilyrana, "Men and women are fornificating out in the open, and my people treated like cattle."

"And like I said, this is going to be a very common sight," Said Iozunk, "Might as well get used to it now, yeah? Or rather, time for you three to do your job."

Your own cock - an eighteen-inch monstrosity - tented in your loincloth, and Issarel gasped at the sight.