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Notes: Hello there! I'm publishing more novels about orcs this coming month and I thought it might be fun to post some of my older orc stuff for free for you all to enjoy to get ready for those big green releases (heh). This was really where I started with Belinthal (the fantasy world all these stories take place in) with big monster orcs dominating helpless cute elves. Do let me know what you think, and if you liked this story, consider purchasing the eight story collection from smash over here --> https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1109229 It's all the shorts I've ever written for the Orcs and Elves series, and they're quite a fun beginning to what became a huge obsession. (And if you want a pretty cool surprise after reading about my amazon whinging, do check out my website before you buy!)

The Orc and the Elf Guard

It was a beautiful day in Gel'dorai, the capital of the elven royal nation. The sun shone bright and strong illuminating lush manicured trees and flowers. Here and there elven couples sat on delicate, glass benches. From a distance, an elven guard named Sil'Solei watched a lovely young elven lady receive a bouquet of blue flowers from her handsome elven suitor. They were both dressed decorously and in layers of finery that bespoke of perfect upbringing and poise. Sil'Solei was entirely distracted by their exchange and didn't notice the shadow falling over him until it was too late.

The grab from behind was rough and it pressed just behind his ass into his perineum, it was almost on the border of painful but Sil'solei tried not to show any flinch at all on his face. While sparsely busy, as most citizens had taken to the wild outdoor gardens beyond the gates on such a fine day, he still had a facade to maintain as a city guardsmen. But the annoyed grunt from behind him let him know he wasn't about to be allowed to ignore what loomed in his future this evening.

"You belong to me, elf," the orc grunted in his ear.

"That hurts," muttered Sil'solei, trying to hide his wince, "I was only looking."

The orc laughed, "little liar. Tonight, you elven slut."

The enormous shadow had finally had enough after kneading and fondling his backside, and left as quickly as it had arrived. Sil'solei sighed in relief, it would have been terrible to expose his own growing erection to all the elves in Gel'dorai and he still, after all, had a job to do.

That evening in the Gel'dorai Inn, a room was rented out that was the specific sort usually reserved for orcish dignitaries. The bed was much larger and more opulent and the decor a raucous gold, the colors of the bedspread and curtains a fiery red and everything was the tackiest mix of seductive and wealthy that one could imagine. While orcs lived modest tribal lives in their home land, when they were visitors their lust for the wealth of 'conquered' nations was most evident.

The war between orcs and elves had occurred many centuries ago and had been long resolved in peace but Sil'solei knew that some old fires had been stoked when the elven heir to the throne had run off with an orcish swine herd he had met on a ship. There had always been a matter of contention between their peoples as elven men made excellent wives for ambitious orc soldiers and orcs still saw elven brides as a matter of pride and status. The mechanics had often been studied and written about in books penned by elven authors, it was something to do with magic and how their species were not so far apart and some unpopular mages even suggested that before civilization had ever formed, elves were but a subservient race to the orcish people. Elven women it seemed, couldn't reproduce with orcs at all and were known for only producing the most beautiful of elven children. But male elves were different, for when they laid with an orc, what they birthed was absolutely orcish in every way and nothing at all of an elf ever appeared in such children.

With all the wars behind them, there were no more raids to kidnap elves from their homes and instead, orcs had to rely on go-betweens to negotiate proper meetings between potential brides or in the case of those lacking the immense amount of gold to pay such a person, wandering the area near the shadiest Inns of Gel'dorai to find an elf willing to part with his ordinary life and become an orc bride. Papers had to be signed as a matter of legality before coitus to be sure the elf wasn't coerced by lust into signing their life away to such a brutish husband. It was still considered the greatest of taboos; that an elven man should become an orc's wife and spread his legs for a barbarian creature's pleasure.

Sil'Solei checked his papers, the envelope was magically sealed, his signature intact and his consent given wholly to become what he'd so desperately wanted to be since he had read those erotic stories stuffed into the back of Gel'dorai's ancient library so long ago as a young man. He was nervous but ready, all he had to do was wait for Gordak to re-appear.

The orc had removed most of his enormous and elaborate armor, he was dressed in a leather harness, a thick leather loincloth with a belt decorated with spikes and rough looking wrist wraps that looked well worn during battles. While the war had ceased between elven kind, there were still great battles between orcish people and that was unlikely to change anytime soon.

"Gardok," Sil'Solei said, "you're late."

The orc grabbed him and threw him, roughly, onto the bed.

"I'm right on time to wreck you," the orc grunted, "little elf."

Sil'Solei's beautiful blond hair had been ruffled and his slim waist and thighs tensed slightly when Gardok raked his eyes over them. Compared to the exquisite elves around the city, Sil'Solei was alarmingly average in both weight and complexion but Gardok it seemed wasn't thinking of any of those things. His great meaty form was significantly larger, his huge green thighs the thickness of small trees and his tusks that protruded just over his lips were well worn and bespoke of an orcish pride in his appearance. He was rough and mean and Sil'Solei loved it, he could feel himself getting hard from every powerful grip and manhandling done to him. He was practically panting at the thought of the big orc man pressing his face into the pillows and mounting him.

"Too many clothes," Gardok grunted, "no orc wife wears these things!"

Sil'Solei yelped as his clothes were ripped apart, unceremoniously and tossed aside like rags. Thank goodness he had removed his armor earlier...

"When you get to our village," Gardok grunted, "you'll be wearing what befits a wife. Nothing but a cloth between those thighs to hide your shame!"

Sil'Solei's body convulsed at the thought, it was what he wanted so much. To be part of a village and married to Gardok, after all, an orc wife belonged to their entire tribe and not just one orc at a time. As Gardok was second in command, Sil'solei would no doubt be used on occasion by his favorite commanders or even, by his relations. They'd make sure Sil'Solei was constantly pregnant and birthing children for their clan and sending them to live or die gloriously in battle once they reached adulthood. Even the child rearing would be done by a proper orc woman, Sil'Solei would only nurse them and then breed more and more, for however his long elven life lasted.

"Please," Sil'Solei whimpered, writhing desperately on the bed.

But Gardok wasn't about to let him have what he wanted so easily.

"Prove yourself," Gardok said, "Get down on your knees and service the churning source of your ruin!"

Sil'Solei was thrilled, those words reminded him of the filthy poems and stories he'd read about orcs back in the ancient days and Gardok had known what he was reading. They had met in the library, after all, and that day he had taken him into the back room and showed him a preview of what he could do for him. Sil'Solei may have been penetrated by his big, green cock before but he hadn't come inside of him. That was the catalyst for the transformation from elven husband to orc bride, and quite a bit of paperwork had to be filled out for that to be fine, as back in the old days thing had gone quite badly between their people. It had been done and now happiness was waiting for Sil'Solei dribbling from the end of a big green cock. All he had to do, was to do everything Gardok said and prove his worth as an elven bride.

"Lick it," Gardok said, his brutal orc mouth turning up in a leering smile, "elven slut."

Sil'Solei got down on his knees and crawled his way over across the bed to be sure his mouth was aimed at Gardok's enormous, orcish penis.

"Down further," Gardok said, "lick them, encourage them to spew what they have inside your worthless elven hole."

Sil'Solei finally got the message, he tongued the huge orcish balls hidden under the heavy loincloth. He smelled the scent of orcish sweat and heaviness and it excited him beyond all rationality. He felt his own cock twitch in useless excitement, dribbling everywhere his impotent precum. He'd never put it in a woman again, even after a taste, he was sure of it. His tongue laved the warm skin, sucking them into his mouth, holding them and massaging them with his tongue to be sure enough mighty sperm would be sure to impregnate him. He could feel the churning inside the orc's testicles that meant he was becoming exciting and felt the huge cock resting on his fine elven hair, dripping slime from its tip.

When he had done his work sufficiently, Gardok grabbed him by the back of the hair and yanked him away.

"Now you can have a taste," Gardok said, "and be sure to swallow all of it."

Orcs were known for their potency in bed and Sil'Solei knew that he was more likely to get tired than Gardok, before the night was over no matter how many times the orc came. It did make him nervous; just how much was expected of him? Would he be okay to handle it? But the thoughts were wiped away and any misgiving turned into nothing when he put his mouth around the green glands and tasted the wildness of orcish cock.

Without any warning, the back of Sil'Solei's neck was grabbed and he was forced all the way down until his nose rested in wild, dark pubic fur. He gagged and choked but the orc was relentless and made sure Sil'Solei had wet his cheeks with tears before relenting. But this treatment was exactly what he wanted, no kind elven man would ever do this to him. No pleasant, attractive noble would ever take whatever he wanted, at least no one Sil'Solei had ever met. Orcish love was different, it was almost a violence and Sil'Solei wanted every second of it.

When he was pulled off of his cock, he had a chance to catch his breath only briefly until he was slammed down again on Gardok's immense rod. He choked and writhed and tasted the delicious flavor of orcish precum until again he was hauled and then the cock was violently forced back into his throat. Eventually he found a rhythm and Sil'Solei could focus on how his whole body twitched and writhed, thinking of the kind of violations he would soon receive from such an immense piece. With a grunt, Sil'Solei was caught by surprise when a stream of orc cum shot down his throat, he nearly choked but managed to swallow the immense load with a few gulps. When extracted from Gardok's cock, a stream of cum dripped from his mouth and Sil'Solei found himself gasping and begging.

"Please," Sil'Solei said, "great warlord, make me your bride!"

Gardok laughed mightily, "look at how the mighty have fallen! Your elven culture is nothing compared to the might of the orcish empire! Especially not when your backside waves and begs for orcish dominance."

"Yes," Sil'Solei said, "I want you to conquer me!"

Sil'Solei was yanked back onto the bed face down, nearly smothered in the pillows while still drooling orc cum. Gardok examined his hole with fascination, prodding and rubbing it, tantalizing Sil'Solei with promise.

"I'm going to wreck it," Gardok said, "make sure it's a proper breeding hole for orcish children. Make sure it's swollen and begging for cock all day, every child will make it more swollen and ready for the cocks of my people."

Gardok slapped his cock against the back of his ass, making sure the weightiness seemed like a threat as much as a promise of pleasure. Sil'Solei was practically begging, waggling his backside to and fro like a bitch in heat, moaning at the thought of finally being penetrated. Of receiving all of Gardok's sperm inside of him and having his children. Spewing them from his body, only to be inseminated again and again by raging orc cock and birthing multitudes of the orcish army from his lithe, elven body.

"Yes," Sil'Solei mumbled, "yes!"

Slowly, the head of Gardock's penis was pressed into his tight, elven hole. It was being spread open, gaped by the girth gently until all Sil'Solei could feel was a monstrous rod penetrating him and making his guts open wide for orc cum. The first thrust was almost kind, the second not so much. When Gardok gave in to his orcish instincts and began slamming his balls against Sil'Solei's perineum from his wild movements, Sil'Solei felt like he'd die. He was so happy, delirious and almost drugged from the pleasure. The feeling of being penetrated by such a huge orcish cock was like nothing he had felt before. He understood now why after a single taste, the elvish prince would run off and never look back at his kingdom.

"Why does it feel like this?" Sil'Solei said, "why does it feel so good?"

Gardok grunted and yanked Sil'Solei's body closer on his cock, "because you're an inferior elven whore!"

Sil'Solei could only moaned lasciviously as he was penetrated harder and faster. With a wild orcish growl, Sil'Solei felt his hole being sprayed with thick, orcish cum. He was shoved brutally face first onto the bed, and felt himself slide off the orc's cock with a loud pop. His body felt so distended and so brutally open, he could swear he felt his insides twitch convulsively at being left bereft of the hot pole of flesh that had marked him an orc wife.

"On your back," Gardok grunted, grabbing the elf by the waist and flipping him over, "it's time to submit to orc dick."

Sil'Solei sucked in a breath, he recalled what he had read. That it took a very specific type of penetration to make an elf into a breeding partner for an orc. He'd be deeply penetrated while on his back with his knees by his ears and only after he submitted completely would his body open up the tiny extra needed for insemination. There was no turning back after this, and Sil'Solei swallowed thickly but only for a minute.

"Ready?" Gardok grunted, "you better be."

"Yes," Sil'Solei said, hole twitching, opening and longing, "please. Make me your bride!"

Gardok slid inside again and because Sil'Solei had already been opened it was an easy task to bottom out inside of him. Sil'Solei could feel the hot orc cock pistoning frantically, lubricated by the semen that had alread been shot inside of him. He could feel himself submitting, his legs pressed back and knees almost to his ears. His lithe body and elven flexibility being put to use to be an orc's moaning conquest. Gardok grunted wildly in delight, growling and making terrible animal noises as he pounded into Sil'Solei who cried out when he felt the orc breach the tiny few inches left inside. He could almost feel his mind break when it happened, the pleasure tearing through his body, his elven penis twitching and oozing nothing but clear fluid. The slamming against his prostate had already had him spending everything he had earlier and it didn't matter, his cock was useless compared to his orc lover's.

"Yes," Gardok said, crowing with delight, "I feel that! Now I have you, when I squirt there won't be anything left of you afterward but an elven slut begging for orc cock!"

"Yes," Sil'Solei began to moan, "yes, I want it. I want to be your whore! I want to be your bride! Please inseminate me! I'm begging you, please! Break me completely, conquer my race with your superior orc sperm!"

At the mention of conquering, Gardok seemed to reach a fever pitch and pressed down, so deep that Sil'Solei felt his mind fracturing at the edges as well as his body. It was like hitting an instant switch, he knew who he was supposed to spread his legs for, he knew who he was supposed to serve. He moaned loudly as the sperm shot deep inside, and went into that small place completely conquered by a large orc dick.

Twitching and convulsing the semen that was pumped into his elven body was at such volume that already a load dribbled out from his gaped hole onto the bed. Gardok laughed heartily and pulled out agonizingly slowly as Sil'Solei could do nothing but whimper. He didn't want the cock to leave him now, not ever.

"That's right," Gardok said, leaning back on his haunches and making sure his twitching cum covered cock was clearly visible like an invitation, "now fuck yourself on it. Mount it, show me how much of a broken whore you've become!"

Sil'Solei whimpered as he undid his limbs from their position. He scrambled up on all fours and nearly tumbled off the bed, except Gardok caught him. When he finally could maintain himself, Sil'Solei backed himself up and spread his own cheeks so he could fully mount himself on orc dick.

"Now say it," Gardok said, "who is your master, little elf?"

"You are," Sil'Solei moaned, as he sank himself on the twitching orc dick, "Lord Gardok of the Red Thunder clan!"

"That's right," Gardok grunted, "and now you belong to us! Feel my cum as it inseminates your worthless elven insides, and makes them into a glorious home for orc children!"

"Yes," Sil'Solei moaned, "yes, I love it!"

Sil'Solei made sure that the cock pressed so deep inside of him, he could feel the sperm spitting to the very back of his newly formed elven womb. He moaned, wriggling his backside to get the most out of the feeling. He should have been sore, he should have been in pain but already the transformation had begun. His whole body was taking on the magical attributes that it was meant to, when it had been sprayed deeply with orc semen. He was supposed to be this, he was delighted to feel the cock inside of him and the swollen lips of his anus puff up and become so deliciously stimulated. He knew the loin cloth they would make him wear in the orcish lands would hide his genitals just barely, so that the scent orcs loved would waft from him, for always. His body would forever be marked as a tool for them to use, to spread their orcish superiority through his children. And he'd never stop begging for their cocks, as long as he lived. His long elvish life prolonging his pleasure and his delicious agony of being inseminated, pregnant and giving birth to their orc babies for centuries to come.

"That's right," Garduk said, patting Sil'Solei affectionately, "now you're useful elf, not one of those uptight advisors talking about peace all the time. Look at that anus, all wrecked and open. I can see it begin to swell. Soon you'll be nothing but a drooling hole begging to be filled!"

Sil'Solei impaled himself wildly, until he felt another deep spurt of cum enter his body and coat his insides. He shuddered and groaned, his body convulsing. He collapsed in a heap and could feel his well used hole twitching and drooling cum all over the fine elven sheets.

"Ha! I knew you'd be the right one," Gardok grunted, "the right little elf to ride my cock. Look at you, twitching and swelling even as we speak. And I bet you want more don't you?"

Sil'Solei only whimpered. Of course he did, he wanted his hole to be filled as much as he could stand it. There wasn't even any discomfort anymore, he just wanted more sperm to be shot into his gaping hole so he could rub against that delicious friction.

"I've got you now," Gardok growled, "right where you belong."

Gardok mounted him from behind and used his lax and over stimulated body like his own personal cum pillow, fucking Sil'Solei hard over and over until once again, the cum was spewed into his body. Sil'Solei could only moan in pleasure, he'd soon turn over once again and bend his legs putting his knees near his ears and feel that wonderful pleasure of being penetrated deep in forbidden places.

But as he leaned backwards as Gardok climbed on top of him, he noticed one of the beautiful curtains moving, slightly. They had observers that Sil'Solei could just barely see as shadows through it. After Gardok's thrusting violently moved him, he could make out just a tiny bit who the perpetrators might be. It seemed to be another elf, a ranger from the outside woods. The kind of man who reported quite often to the city guards. He didn't know him but he recognized his troubled face...and recognized the monstrous shape of an orc behind him. Gardok grunted and came in Sil'Solei again, spewing thick orc crum in such profusion that Sil'Solei thought of little else. When he glanced up again, the ranger and his companion had gone but they had definitely been there, he was sure of it.

"Now beg," Gardok said, "or I'll leave that pretty hole all gaping and ruined without another spew."

"Oh gods," Sil'Solei moaned, it was going to go on and on, all night he knew.

He grabbed his ass cheeks and parted them, displaying the mess the orc had already made of him, hoping to entice him further.

"Again," he moaned, "make me pregnant!"

And that's exactly what Gardok did, delighting his elf and making him cry out.

Some months later in an orc hold at the heart of the Red Thunder clan's territories a beautiful, ex-Gil'dorei guard was mounting an orc cock with unrestrained delight. His handsome, muscle stomach had become huge and round, and his taught pink nipples had become overly large and puffy. But not as puffy as his swollen anus that easily and handily sucked in whatever orc cock thrust itself inside, and easily spat out the children that came after.

Sil'Solei moaned, his mind so different than what it had been before. He had no idea what he had been so nervous about, it had been a big delicious surely and had changed the course of his life. But it had certainly been the right decision, he was sure of it.

"That's right elven slut," the orc grunted.

He didn't even know his name, Gardok had him ten times a day at least, this strange orc must have been new from some other place and been inducted into the clan. It didn't matter, the orcs all shared him, they made sure he was mated at least twenty times a day by huge orc cocks. And his holes were always filled to overflowing with orc sperm. He was nothing but a diversion for their lusts, so the orc matrons could raise children and didn't have to spend every waking moment taming their husband's obscene desires. That was the job of the elven whore Gardok had brought with him, rising his estimation in the eyes of his clan to dramatic heights. And their children were always welcomed with great ceremony, the matrons could smell the difference in the afterbirth.

And all Sil'Solei could think of as he slept in piles of warm furry skins in an honored house and was repeatedly penetrated by large, orc cocks was how utterly happen he had become. Milk dripped from his swollen breasts as they were squeezed by large orc hands, he wouldn't get pregnant considering the state he was in but that didn't stop their lust.

"Yes," the orc grunted, "that's right, bow down to my powerful rod, you slut."

"Please," Sil'Solei moaned, "put your semen inside me, again!"

Gardok saw them fucking, and he laughed at them.

"I've already got him this morning twice over," Gardok chuckled, "make sure to get him on his back at least once, you'll never hear such a squeal."

"Good elven slut," the orc grunted, "do as your master tells you!"

"Oh," Sil'Solei moaned, "I love you, I love you!"

The orcs all laughed at him, love was different in an orc tribe but it still existed, Sil'Solei was sure of it. He felt it every time an orc undid their armor, thrust inside of his swollen, dribbling hole and made sure he was pregnant.

"I'm so happy..." Sil'Solei moaned, then shuddered helplessly as he came.

FIN