The Mother Arthion

What else but to sample the greatest delight first? Young Elves were always highly sought after as breeding stock, but Iozunk always had a particular preference for matronly women who had already given birth. Their wide hips fit for breeding, their shapely, fleshy rears, those large breasts filled with enough milk to fill a grown man's belly...

Iozunk salivated as he beckoned Arthion to approach him, the Mother Elf nervously obeying his command.

Iozunk the Crafty

With his loincloth gone, Iozunk's member stood erect without restriction, and he ordered, "****, suck my cock."

Arthion hesitantly moved her mouth towards his cock, and with slow licks she started spreading her saliva as lubricant on his massive member. Though clearly her mouth is not inexperienced, she took this far too slow for his liking.

"Suck on it, not lick it," Iozunk ordered.

Arthion, swallowing nervously, began taking his large red puffy head into her mouth, and she struggled to fit it inside.

"Mmph!"

Iozunk put a hand on her head, forcing her to take it deeper into her mouth, and she instead withdrew her head and gasped for air.

"Too big for you, slut?" Asked Iozunk.

"S-Sorry, just a minute..."

"No excuses, get to sucking," Iozunk ordered.

Arthion struggled to fit his entire eighteen-inch monster down her throat, and many times she experienced gag reflex that made her want to back away entirely if not for her situation in life. Deeper and deeper she sucked, until she was able to fit Iozunk's entire member without difficulty.

Oh Gods, his cock is so smelly and huge, unlike my husband's, Thought Arthion, Here I am, the proud Queen of Prosperio, **** to suck a Goblin's cock... how utterly humiliating and demeaning.

Her head bobbed up and down, her throat slowly acclimatizing to the cock's girth, and Ilyrana and Issarel could only watch.

And soon, Iozunk felt his climax approaching, and he held down Arthion's head with his hands.

"Take it, ****, take it!" He said.

Arthion was shocked at the filthy sperm entering her gullet, and with Iozunk's hands grabbing her head she could only watch as she took every last drop. It was filthy and horrifyingly disgusting on her tongue, and by the time Iozunk let her go, she was coughing hard and gasping for air, wincing at the lingering putrid taste.

"So, how's your first taste of Goblin semen, Arthion?" Asked Iozunk.

"...Disgusting," Said Arthion.

"Heh, well, you're going to have to like the taste from now on," Said Iozunk, "Both in your mouth... and in your pussy."

Grabbing Arthion, Iozunk roughly impaled her pussy on his girthy cock, and she gasped in shock at the sudden pain in her pussy.

Oh Gods, it hurts so much! Arthion thought with alarm.

Her husband, Ilimitar Chaeris, had a member that did not lose out to most men, eight inches in length and suitably girthy, and every night they spent in bed was blissful and satisfying, Ilmitar always making sure she felt good with slow and sensual sex.

Iozunk, on the other hand, only cared for his own pleasure, roughly ramming her pussy from behind with the **** of a battering ram as her melons jiggled like jelly. Her pussy was roughly stretched tight, the tip hitting her cervix, and she could not hold back her screams of pain.

"Fuck yes, you feel so damn good!" Said Iozunk, "Too bad your husband doesn't make you feel this good!"

Arthion, beset by so many sensations at once, could not form coherent sentences as Iozunk railed her, and it was all she could do to stay focused.

All around them, men and women were rutting like beasts, and already some of the mercenaries and monsters had cum inside Elven wombs, impregnating them with the next generation half-Elven children. Arthion, Issarel and Ilyrana were fearful; why should they give birth to half-Elven children, when they are the pinnacle of genetic breeding?

Then they remembered that they had no power and were in no position to bargain. They now existed solely for the brigands' pleasure, to be used and disposed of at a moment's notice.

Arthion felt tears stream down her face - tears of pain and **** acceptance.

"P-Please, don't do it so hard...!" Arthion begged, moaning at the intruder inside her.

"Aw, why should I?" Said Iozunk, "You sound like you're feeling good."

"N-No, I can't be-!"

Arthion would not be able to finish her sentence, her eyes going wide and her face becoming cross-eyed at the sensation of her own climax, and of Iozunk's semen filling her womb. Iozunk grunted in pleasure, his teeth biting into Arthion's shoulder as he tightly gripped Arthion's breasts and hips for support.

When he at last released Arthion from his grip, the Mother Elf slumped onto the floor, a pool of greenish-white semen leaking from her clitoris.

"T-There's so much..." Said Arthion, "Even my husband didn't cum this much..."

Iozunk merely smirked, saying, "Well, now that you've had your fill of cum, it's time for your daughters to become real women."

Issarel and Ilyrana looked at you with horror, but bit their lips and silently moved to present their naked bodies to you.

And for the rest of the night, you plowed their pussies hard, releasing all the pent-up stress and cum you had accumulated over the long days of marching.

"Ouch!"

"My hymen!"

This day, both Ilyrana and Issarel, being just a hundred years old, lost their virginities to a monster rather than the loves of their dreams, and as Iozunk inseminated them, the mixture of blood and semen leaking from their pussies was a sordid reminder and a permanent scar on their minds, that the Elves were no longer a pinnacle of civilisation, but a weak species devoured by the strong.

Such was the way of the world.