Since I'm going to start working in my manga project, I thought it was a good idea to start releasing (and writing) episodes of of the novel I'm doing, in this case, about Ilyse and her sexy adventures in a fantasy world. I'll try to release this at least every two weeks, if time lets me. Hope you like this very first chapter... and my writing skills aren't that terrible XD.
Thank you so MUCH to wolfiebynature for inspiring me in trying this. ^^ Check his stories, he's AWESOME!
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It has been a fair time since the luminous city of Luxas was attacked and reduced to debris. The only thing that is known up to this day is that, the Dark Sorceress leaded a small group of minions in order to decimate the flourishing kingdom, ruled by the mighty King Valande. It was a quick, but devastating assault the elves were unable to repel, even the most experienced royal guards, very little they could do, aside for trying to protect the Royal Family.
Still…
Futile, were all efforts made in order to defend the city. The elves scattered to nearby places, setting themselves in safe spots, many died, and about the King, the Prince or even the Princess, nothing is known. The glory of Luxas is now dust and pebbles, probably just the memory of it will remain.
This were the news Prince Adol received, with much grief, since the Valador Kingdom was one of the very few that made trades and fair relations with Luxas, being this last mistrustful about their surroundings, and specially, other kingdoms. Although, there was this special relation with elves, as King Valande offered his only daughter as a fiancée for the Prince. Even if this had not the approval of the Princess, both Valande and Richard saw this as a perfect pact for both kingdoms, meaning a bigger expansion and opportunities of trades and business for both of the already powerful cities.
Since their childhood, Adol always saw in the Elf Princess, whose name is Ilyse Arvernus, her romantic ideal, always cheerful, delicate and cute. Unfortunately for him, the Princess never took any interest in him, in spite of how hard he tried. Eventually, he learned to respect her choices, after all, he loves her, and he would always look after her own happiness, even over himself.
Returning to the fatal news, Adol felt his heart filled in despair, and trembling with a mixture between anger and fear, he made the obvious question to the messenger, while the Prince, being way taller and bulkier was shaking him desperate:
“Where is she? Where is Ilyse? Is she all right? Please tell me!”.
The sad portrayer of such bad news, only shook his head, letting the brown skinned Prince know they did know little, to nothing in regards of her whereabouts. He was upset, and much worried. The messenger wondered for the worst, but the Prince didn’t want to hear that. For him, Ilyse was alive, and he had to look for her.
The Prince actually was pretty unaware about the destiny of his loved one, being ironically closer than he could imagine. Not so far from Valador, exists the “Quid Area”, a vast desert, only populated by some strengthened palms, scarce oasis, and some tribes considered savage and uncivil. Just in the middle of it, a group of five beefy orcs are transporting some captive females, who might have had the bad luck to come across one of these creatures, or were captured in a vulnerable state. Orcs are known to gather females of other races so they can sell them as slaves. It’s the only thing they do, they are too stupid to engage in other activities, or at least, male orcs have this fame. On the other side, its easy and its good gold what someone can earn if selling a good looking slave, and orcs know when a girl looks good to be sold.
Humiliating enough, orcs just wander their loot around, not caring in the slightest about their pride, or in a more practical sense, about their tolerance to weather or in general, external factors. They just can’t, their nature makes them basic, almost animal. In this kind of situations, it’s normal to find a formation of three orcs going at the back, keeping an eye for possible irruptions, in the middle, the unfortunate captured females, completely stripped, and making a line, joined by a collar and a chain coming from it, that attached to the next collar, and so on. Of course, they had to be shackled, both hands and feet, just with enough room for them to walk. At the front, the rest of the orcs, one of them pulling from the end of the chain, while the other one is alert, sword out, and clumsily walking.
From time to time, the poor to-be slaves, are pulled rudely, if they dare to miss the rhythm of the steps, and even their claims for needing water are ignored. Just at the top of the line, suffering the most part of the inconsiderate treatment, a young elf struggles to keep walking at a decent pace; white skin, full of freckles in her thighs, shoulders, back, cheeks and generous, plump breasts, crowned by a pair of exquisite and no less rare, inverted nipples, rabid pink. She’s a natural redhead, denounced by the red, thick bush just in between her Venus mound and her long hair divided into two thick braids. The light of her angel face was drawn by a pair of emerald colored eyes, round and big. Her figure was something the orcs admired since the very first time they saw her; curvaceous and full, firm, but soft at touch.
She was heavily panting, trying to keep up, her legs suffering the strains of walking for hours, she was tired, and thirsty much. The cruel orc sustaining the rope pulled once more to force the elf to walk faster, but she only cried out in response.
“I… I can’t! Please… I beg you… I need some water… and some rest, I can barely feel my legs! For the gods, dear sir… I beg for your mercy!”
“Lazy elf… you fat… walking helps, move or no water for you!”
“I… I’m not fat! You are so rude!” Ilyse replied pouting and blushing.
“Who cares? You walk, now!”
“Sir… I can’t do it anymore… I’m tired and thirsty, and the others are too! We will not cross this desert if we are forced this way…”
“You are going to sell us, right?” Another captive added. “If we die of thirst, you will sell nothing, brutes!”
Soon enough, the orcs stop, the one with the sword snarled at the orc holding the chain because of this. In any case, there were some words of wisdom from the other captive, if they died in the desert, with the sun and no water, there would be a waste of time, and of course, gold. The others were hesitant, because staying in that desert was a risky choice, but on the other side, even the filthy enormous beasts were hungry and thirsty, continuing was a task less than impossible in that situation.
“We camp here… pass night. Tomorrow, walk. Set tents!”
At his order, the other orcs organized to install the campsite, being the very first thing they did, burying a big thick stake, in where they attached the rope that kept the future slaves in place. At least, while they were setting up the tents from the big bags they were carrying, all the girls could take a seat. It was not as comfortable as they could think, taking into mind their lack of clothes, and how hot the sand still was, but, was better than keeping forward.
Next to the redhead elf, the bravest of the captives that spoke earlier, took a sit, she couldn’t avoid her eyes traveling the curves of her, and shooting a smirk. This woman was around her thirties, toned body, and tanned by the sun, short hair and not exactly delicate manners.
“What’s your name?” She asked out of nowhere.
The elf was surprised; she was much inside her own thoughts that barely noticed the woman besides her until now.
“A-ahh… sorry, my name is Ilyse…”
“I am Kara, I used to be a warrior in the village of Garnas, next to Luxas… and… you? You are an elf, I’m certain you are a Luxarian, am I wrong?”
“Yes, I am, very few elves are not Luxarians, I’m afraid!” She responds, while shooting a cute smile.
“I think I have seen that face before… but I just can’t remember…”
Ilyse blushes crimson red. What a shame if someone would recognize the elf Princess in such a predicament! She stutters, replying to the woman that probably she is just confusing her for someone else. Kara accepts, still wondering about this.
The two soon engage in a small conversation, which makes Ilyse forget, just for a small moment about her peril. It doesn’t take too long before the two feel more and more thirst. It’s when, Ilyse tries to get the attention of one of the orcs, asking for some water, for her and for the rest of the captives.
Finally, one of the big thugs approach to Ilyse, which looks up to him scared, but trying to maintain some composure. He leans forward, and huffs on her face. She shivers, trying to talk to him, to what, the greenish big man answers.
“Water for prisoners… you do thing in exchange!”
“W-what could it be? Please sir, have some mercy!”
Making a huge demonstration of his lack of education and empathy, he just drops his loincloth, pointing to his thick member. Ilyse is completely red on her face, and pretty much disgusted by such rudeness. Looking at her reaction, that big hulk just laughs, while shaking a bottle of water, in a gesture to pressure her.
Kara is pretty much surprised, and offers to do it instead, much to the objection of the orc, which wants only Ilyse. The elf is scared and hesitates, but the terrible orc still pushes her into the task.
“Suck meat, then I use you, then water…”
“P-please… no…”
“Elves lewd, they suck meat, they fuck… no fuck, no water!”
“I’m NOT lewd!” Ilyse answers indignant, blushing crimson red, but still not taking her eyes from that tremendous penis in front of her.
“Shut up! Suck now!”
“Hey! No wrecking elf… loose holes no sell good… just mouth. You fuck elf, I cut dick off!” Another orc reproves. “No fucking… we need gold, or else…”
The other one snarls, disgusted, but in fact, has no choice, whatever is that threat, is something that orc doesn’t want, or even worse, having his member amputated isn’t exactly a pleasant thought. They argue a bit more about this, just to end up doing as he’s told. As the other one goes away, this one turns back again, facing Ilyse, which is still astonished. Kara still offers herself, judging Ilyse too unexperienced to take such a challenge, just getting a big “NO!” on her face. The big green monster threatens to just take away the water if Ilyse doesn’t oblige.
The former warrior cursed him, but Ilyse responds, making him promise he will give the water to all of the captive females if she does as he desires.
“Word of Orc…” Responds with a smirk.
Kara asks Ilyse if she will be able to do it. The redhead has no choice, he gave his word, now it’s hers, after all, while she doesn’t say it out loud, it’s a Princess word, and that is valuable.
“Suck… now!”
Ilyse can’t take her sight apart of that already monstrous piece of meat in front of her, whose diameter could barely fit her tiny mouth. She's not getting much enjoyment out of the act, but at the same time she’s having a warm sensation just in her belly, it’s something that makes her feel strange, passively numbing her judgement.
May be the lack of water? The heat of the dessert? One thing is certain, she’s slowly taking that monster in her tiny white hands, much to Kara’s surprise, which just observes impressed. Meanwhile, the redhead elf continues her duty, feeling an unexpected and unknown sensation coming from her guts, she’s being compelled to set her vivid lips closer… and closer…
The orc grunts in anticipation, while Ilyse is starting to lick the tip, her hands seem to move on their own, stroking that log. Her licks intensify, almost like if she was having a candy, under the louder grunts of the green beast enjoying himself.
“Candy… tastes like candy…~ I love candies!”
Kara’s eyes cannot believe what they are witnessing. Ilyse is truly taking that cock, which much to her amazement, is becoming bigger, quietly showing its veins. The ginger just continues pleasuring the monster, constantly repeating about how it tastes like a delicate sweet. By this point, she looks slightly different, like if the shyness is fading away, and leaving space for a different lady. One that is happily stroking a penis easily thicker than her arm, her eyes were closed, just humming and whimpering excited.
The other captives are speechless, just silently watching that grotesque scene. The big monster just grunts avidly, while, in a given moment, Ilyse opens her mouth wide, taking the tip of his enormous phallus. Many exclamations come after this unbelievable action, to which the elf just carries on, blowing her now enjoyed rock candy.
Only the grunts of approval of the orc, accompanied by slight moans of the ginger, with that tiny bit of sloppy sounds are heard. Ilyse tried hard to get that whole monster inside, but it barely made it halfway. Still, she continued to move her head backwards and forwards, sucking more and more, while her hands touched and stimulated the shaft and balls.
After a couple of minutes, the orc can’t hold any longer. Just a couple of throbs from his member are enough to announce his imminent discharge over the cute face of Ilyse, which, as much as she tries, only ends up covered in a copious amount of thick and warm semen.
After panting several times, the green thug recovers himself, what happened was overwhelming, it has been the first time a captive did such a thing, on their own, with such a practice…
“Elves lewd… known to all… you did good…”
Ilyse is still in sort of a trance, trying to acknowledge what just happened, still, she tried to mutter an answer, which was not clear or even audible enough.
“You got your blow… now it’s your turn… give us water!” Kara requested.
The monster was still frozen in place, the others just observed, not with less surprise reflected in their faces. They did know elves, in fact were acknowledged as prone to carnal desires, salacious, or, as Ilyse hates to be called: Lewd. Soon, he just placed the bottle in the tinny and delicate hands of the ginger elf, just making some snarls, and afterwards, walking away.
Ilyse just realized what she did, making her blush intensely. Not being able to look at Kara’s face, she passes the bottle of water to her.
“T-take some water… you all must be really thirsty…”
“No… Please take the first swig, you deserve it after that… feat!”
“I’m… covered in… white stuff, you should drink first…” Ilyse counters, all hunched. “It’s… lewd to drink like this…”
While Kara would like to relieve her in that regard, there was part of true in her statements, there could be always someone that would just refuse to drink from a stained bottle. She takes it, and drinks some water, passing it afterward to the next girl in the row, doing this one just the same, and so on. Soon enough, the bottle returns to Ilyse, with enough vital liquid for her. Kara makes a gesture for her to take it, and that she does, drinking needy.
“Thank you… what you did…”
“It’s… lewd… I know…”
“Probably…” Kara adds. “But was also daring, that guy was big! And you got some water for us! Don’t feel bad! After all, you sometimes need to let out your inner whore to get something! This is how this world works anyway… Besides, why not enjoying yourself? I mean… this is not exactly a safe situation but, if we are going to be slaves, we need to at least enjoy our new role, makes it easier… I guess?”
“I don’t want to be a slave…” Ilyse retorts.
“It’s not that bad…” Another girl intervenes. “I just escaped from another master… but seems it’s my destiny to be always captured, maybe I’m just too stupid to escape, who knows? Oh! Thank you for blowing him so good! He was so stunned that he didn’t think twice to give us water… elves are true naturals!”
“Y-you say it as if I would be some sort of…”
“Listen, I was a slut in a brothel in Valador… it’s not that terrible, it’s better than ending in the hands of those reptilian people in the farthest of the kingdoms. People say they are the most sadistic pricks the world ever saw… On the other side, is still a job, and you don’t have to kill someone.” Adds another tanned lady, with a daring voice, but well proportionated figure.
“I-I see… t-thank you, I guess?” Ilyse responds timidly.
“Pfft, we are the ones thankful to you! We got water, right, girls?”
A general agreement is heard along the captives, making Ilyse feeling relieved about her past experience, probably not as needed, just because her own body was still aching by the memories.
Soon enough, nighttime comes, and the orcs order the prisoners to sleep, tomorrow will be another long day for a walk under the sun. While the rest sleep, tired from the merciless journey, Ilyse can’t just take apart the thought about the orc’s cock, and how it tasted in her mouth, she can’t help it, after all, it’s in her nature, deep, but it’s there.
Her abdomen feels warm and tingly, just like in that exact moment, and her cunt begins to leak. As many times she did, her hand just slipped in her red, fluffy bush up to between her lower lips, while the other caressed one of her generous tits. Ilyse couldn’t resist anymore. Filled by horny thoughts, she just began rubbing her clitoris gently. Soft muttered moans escaped from her crimson lips, as she tightened her legs. She felt like a thunderbolt inside her belly, while her nipples were gaining hardness by the excitement.
Soon, her fingers entered her tender, humid cave, going deep inside, her legs recoiled, making Ilyse to adopt a fetal position. She was truly enjoying herself, invaded by the thoughts and reminiscences of the brute smell of that orc, and the taste of that cock in her mouth.
Her clitoris enlarged slightly, was peeking out, like observing its surroundings. Her fingers were soaking wet, and desperately pushing inside her pussy. She made her best to mutter her moans, but her need for an orgasm was overwhelming. She wanted to cum so hard…
Just a fair amount of minutes later, a gush of lady nectar escapes from her tender flesh, along with a soft cry, announcing her climax. She came from thinking about blowing a huge orc cock. Her body shivered, felt relieved.
After this, she just gave herself into Morpheus arms, tired.
Returning to Valador, Adol announces to his father about his quest to look for Ilyse whereabouts, and while being at it, as soon as he finds her, the target will be to get revenge for Luxas and destroying the evil sorceress. His father looks sullen, and pretty concerned, but knows Adol is more than capable to fulfill his quest. Besides, even if Luxas is destroyed, Ilyse is a good prospect of a wife for his unique son, and soon to be king. After obtaining the blessing from his father, Adol parts alone, with the sole company of his Thunder Sword, and an “aksinadin”, not losing any more time to find her loved Ilyse, Making the promise to find her, no matter the price. Ilyse, his love, being so close, but so far at the same time. Only the gods know if he will be able to find her, or better… rescue her!
-To be continued…
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