[Story] Livantia Chapter #5: The Plan

For this chapter, Ilyse has two saviors that try to rescue her, will they succeed?

Thanks to wolfiebynature for inspiring and helping me.


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The day makes way for the afternoon. The skies tainted by red and orange hues. More people are going out, their labors having ended. The square looks more full of life, and now other trades have come to sell their goods: jewels, precious stones, metals, fur…

Obviously, others had more exotic merchandise, like two naked ladies in public display, in hopes to be sold.

Unfortunately for the orcs, but completely lucky for Ilyse, no one seems to be interested in investing so much gold on her. Apparently eight hundred gold coins are too much for any budget that seems attracted to the luscious redhead elf. The orcs seem pretty upset by this matter, but they don’t give up. They want that gold, and they will have it, sooner or later, even if they have to move, a situation prone to happen soon, if they don’t get a buyer today.

On the other side, Kara can’t decide if she feels relieved, or envious about not being the focus of attention. Probably her background as a warrior makes it hard for customers to figure out how they want to train her. After all, she could use her sheer strength to force her way to freedom. No one likes to feel pain from a slave. At least, nobody who does wants to admit it.

In any case, the situation remained.

Ilyse having a break, trying to think on a plan, something to get out of this misery. Little she cared about comments or eyes over her body, she had to plan something. Probably if she could convince the orcs somehow… somehow…

While this was happening, Adol was in his duty of searching for Ilyse, the best idea he had was to go inside a tavern and ask some questions. The bartender was his first target, but nothing he could tell about Ilyse whereabouts. Strangely enough, the people there didn’t notice the slaves being sold, probably a consequence of their advanced drunk state.

Hardly squeezing some words from the bartender, Adol notices a curvy lady approaching to him, smirking, maybe seeking for some fun. He was a bit nervous, unlike he used to be.

“Excuse me? Are you drinking alone? I could make you some company…”

“Ahh… I… think I’m good…”

The woman insisted, being sultrier. “Aw… C’mon… don’t you wanna have a little fun?”

“Errr…”

“Don’t… you like me?” She added pressing her boobs together.

“W-well, those are some nice tits… I would motorboat them all day! OH FUCK! I made it again!”

The lady just laughs, leaving the prince alone. “Aw… grow up a little, kid!”

“FUCK! This curse is truly fucking me up! It’s imperative for me to find a way to get RID of this… but before that happens, and more importantly, I need to find Ilyse… but where… where? Where is she?”

Closer than you imagine, Prince…

Outside, where the future slave girls are being shown, over the roofs of the nearby buildings, a little group of persons observe quietly, using a pair of binoculars. They murmur as they keep an eye.

“Shit, five orcs, frontal battle is completely not an option!”

“Yes, that’s exactly why we are here, we are gonna camp in this place, and wait for them to sleep at night… see that redhead elf right there?” The Sultan’s cousin points to Ilyse.

“Yes, your highness”

“She’s our objective, we are gonna take her with us, for our sultan, see? We need a clean job, that’s why you are here with me…”

The man nods, as well as the other two accompanying Ari, the Sultan’s cousin, returning to their surveillance duty. The plan is sealed, they are going to abduct Ilyse for the Sultan, and they are going to wait for the best moment to do it.

The plan could be frustrated, though, if variables change things…

After losing patience inside, Prince Adol finally decides to leave the tavern, in hopes to see for someone that can give him directions, a clue… something! By his good luck, as he returns to the square, far enough, he notices a new prisoner bound to a pillory. That hair, and body… no… his eyes are betraying him?

Is that…

“ILYSE!” Quickly he mutters his emotional shout and hides behind a corner.

“It’s she!!!" Adol thought, his mind drawing blank words as he processed what he just saw. "Oh gods! Why I didn’t see her? Monsters! They have her… all… naked… exposing all her goodies… her big tits and ass… and…”

Soon, he shakes his head, trying to dissipate his dark thoughts about the poor elf and her precarious situation. He's perverted enough to feel some sort of excitement from the sight. Hopefully, his honor is still strong enough to keep him restrained.

Just like the spies on the roof, the prince evaluates the situation. She’s being constantly overlooked by the five orcs, sometimes having water and some food. For him, it could be a possibility to swing his thunder sword and fight the orcs, but on the other side, things could get out of control, and Ilyse could get hurt, and also people around the square.

Not to forget this is a foreign kingdom, an interruption like that would get all kinds of unwanted attention from guards and authorities, and that could complicate things even more. Being a prince meant nothing in realms that didn't know about you.

What other plans does he have? Not many options… except for using another resource…

“I KNOW!! I’ll play coy and buy her… that way I’m not risking her integrity! Wait… I can’t just DO that…” He ponders as he scratches his manly wide chin. “If she recognizes me… she will think I’m some kind of pervert that buys her to… chain her and… make things to her… heheeeee…”

The Prince drools at the image. His mind pictures having Ilyse in a transparent dress, collared and trying to please the prince… willing, begging for meat… Again, he shakes his head…

“UGH! What am I thinking? Concentrate, Adol, CONCENTRATE!”

The plan was decided in his head. He was going to buy Ilyse and rescue her, no violence, no unneeded attention, and no risk to the elf or others around… but… he needed to hide his identity, or else, the princess would think he wanted to have her as a property to abuse his perverted ways…

That would be a plan, except he cared for Ilyse, and would never do that to her.

However…

The Prince remembers he’s carrying a hoodie for extreme weather conditions. The perfect disguise! He can cover his face and get away with his intentions! Such a great idea!

Quickly, the prince takes out his black hoodie and carefully closes the backpack he attached to his anksinadin. Once he wore the piece of clothing and made sure his face was completely out of sight, he prepared his bag of gold and steady, walked next to the platform in where the women were exhibited.

One of the orcs notice the robust man approaching, and showing an interest to the elf. A good opportunity to see if they finally can get the money they want for her. Not wasting time, the orc reaches the new mysterious client.

“Good slave, fat elf, big tits, does good dirty stuff, last one…”

“Ah… I see, she looks good. I like her…”

“She’s lewd, will do dirty stuff easy, just push her a bit…”

“How many times I have to say I’m not lewd? You, filthy beast!”

The orc smirks, while immorally sliding a finger inside her cunt, being all wet, as usual. Ilyse whimpers in answer.

Adol just mutters to himself. Why… is she wet? Is she… enjoying this? No… Impossible! She’s pure! Maybe it was just his imagination. He quickly banished it from his mind; he had to concentrate on his performance.

“Ah… I see… How much for having her?”

“She’s the last, she’s very curvy… we ask eight hundred…” The orc answers firmly.

“W-what? Eight hundred gold coins? F-fuck!”

Ilyse smirks again, presaging this customer, like the others, will just go away not being able to pay such amount. But this time, things looked slightly different…

“Ugh… OK, I’ll buy her!”

“WHAT?” Ilyse screams incredulous. “Isn’t it too much? Even a Sultan rejected that price!”

“Shut up, or I’ll gag you!”

“EEEEK!”

The prince grabs his bag of coins, and, over the scaffold, begins to count them, to be sure he is paying the exact price. Ilyse just prays he doesn’t have the money.

“Four hundred… four hundred one… Don’t worry, miss elf, I will be good with you, I promise!”

Ilyse just begs inside her mind for this customer to fail, like the others, but as the amount the disguised prince has augment, her concerns become bigger and bigger. If this man buys her, she’s lost.

“Four hundred and ninety-eight… Four hundred and ninety-nine… Five hundred… uh… five… what?”

Adol shakes the bag of coins, being all empty now. He hopes there is more money but… not a single coin is coming from the bag anymore.

“SHIT! THIS CANNOT BE! Who in the name of the gods is so stupid to just give me FIVE HUNDRED coins? I’m gonna kill that servant, I swear!!!!”

The orc looks unpleased.

“OK, let’s do this, I have this… it’s all my money, take it and I take the elf, what about that?” Adol challenges the orc, in hopes of having an affirmative answer.

“Eight hundred coins, no less. No money, no elf… we have warrior there, willful, but can be tamed… five hundred coins…” The green giant points to Kara while offering the option.

“But… I want the elf!”

“Eight hundred then…” The orc retorts slightly annoyed.

“Can’t you… take the coins and give me the elf? No one will pay eight hundred!”

“You were willing to pay…”

“Shiiiiiiiiit!” Adol surrenders, tossing his arms down, followed by him pointing to the orc. “I’ll be back!”

Ilyse smiles, as she sees the man in the hoodie retreat, cussing. Her luck was still working, and her wish was fulfilled, this customer couldn’t buy her as well...

At the same time, the roof spies were watching all this, and laughing in place. Was the most ridiculous display for a customer. Confident, they just resorted to continue waiting patiently until nighttime, in where they would finally capture the redhead elf.

Meanwhile, Adol returns to his anksinadin, cursing about his lack of gold. It was a great chance, but was wasted. There were no more options left. The best course of action for him was… to wait for nighttime, and take Ilyse with him while orcs were sleeping.

By now, both the Sultan’s cousin and Prince Adol had to be patient, waiting a couple more of hours until the night came…

The gloom started to cover the whole square. The only thin lights were provided by quartz torches and fireflies that gave this magic atmosphere. As usual, the helpless girls prepared themselves to sleep in their unusual position. The orcs were tired as well. After an unproductive day, they decided to give themselves a small relief, by drinking some liquor to relax.

This was a perfect setting for all the spies that were cautiously waiting for the orcs to finally give in into the realm of dreams. The orcs were grunting, chanting and playing some burly games; the typical behavior of these green men, that were slowly getting more and more drunk.

Patienty, the Sultan’s cousin observes the orcs, wondering how long it could take for an orc to finally fall asleep after having so much alcohol in their system. Adol, on the other side, also awaits for the right moment; he’s so close! He could finally recover his loved one: Rescue Ilyse from the filthy hands of those slave trader orcs…

Soon, the Sultan’s relative ponders her actions, and noticing how distracted the orcs look, decides to take the lead and advance. Giving instructions to her soldiers, the four kidnappers move silently, placing themselves behind the scaffold, making sure they aren’t noticed.

At the same time, and observing how some of the orcs begin to snore loudly, Adol begins to approach to the scaffold. The right time is now!

The soldiers keep an open eye for any possible complications, the sultan’s cousin, being the most skillful, gets behind Ilyse, quickly looking for the locks that keep the chains fastened. The elf’s dreams are suddenly interrupted by the feel of a stranger so close to her. Trying to identify who is there, she tries to mutter some words, but, as soon as the slightest sound is emitted from her mouth, a delicate hand gags her.

“Shhhhhh… if they wake up, you die… keep quiet, we are going to set you free…” The soft voice whispers in Ilyse’s ear.

The redhead elf just nods. Is it possible? She didn't know the voice but… it was a merciful soul that was going to end her shameful luck! She was going to be free! Her stomach felt like it was full of butterflies, the excitement filled her with happiness, a feeling she had almost forgotten through all this misery.

Soon, the skillful woman is able to open all the locks that kept Ilyse restrained. The first thing to be removed is the pillory. She finally can move her head and arms! What a sweet relief! Then, the chains that kept her squatting were also released, letting her stand and loosen up her legs.

“Ahhh~ This is so good~! Thank you! Thank you so much! I shall reward you for this, you, savior of mine!”

“Shhh…!” Ari shuts up the elf. “They can wake up if they hear noises! They are drunk… but warriors are known for having light sleep even in that state…”

Ilyse retorts to whispers, showing her gratitude to her new hero. Ari remains silent, calculating her scape with the elf. In the middle of creeping away with the silent woman, a man's hand grabs the elf’s tiny and white one, causing her to squeal slightly in surprise…

“Ilyse! Where are you going? Did you free yourself? Come! I’ll take you out of here!”

“A-ADOL!” Her eyes widen in shock.

“Yes, it’s me! I found you! Let’s go now!”

“Ahhh! B-but…”

Adol pulls her closer to him, causing Ari to feel the pull and turn back. With a surge of annoyance, she notices the same hoodie man that was trying to buy her before. “There always have to be complications...” She mutters.

“But what?” Adol inquiries. “Forget about anything else! I came to save you!”

“But… I can’t leave her here! She saved me! And Kara! She’s bound too!”

“Hey! Leave that elf alone! She’s mine!” Ari challenges. “Leave her at once!” The warrior then snaps her fingers, calling her minions to help her.

Adol ignores the claims of the woman that was taking Ilyse, and just pulls the elf with his raw force. Even so, Ari wasn’t going to give up so easily, and tightened her grip into the elf’s delicate wrist.

“Stop! You are HURTING ME!!!!”

“Shhh! Silence you, dumbass! You are going to wake them up!”

“IT HURTS! LET GO OF ME RIGHT NOW!!!”

“Ilyse! Be quiet!” Adol pulls harder. He was not going to let them take her.
While both of her “saviors” struggle to keep Ilyse on their respective side, comically pulling from her arms, Ari’s soldiers surround Adol, drawing out their swords. Ari smirks looking at her support.

“Let her go, you brute! Or my expert assassins will turn you in mincemeat!”

“NEVER!”

The assassins approached slowly, pointing their swords towards the prince. He gritted his teeth in frustration, but quickly took his sword. In a movement he drew back his enormous weapon, swinging it towards the minions, which retreated from the surprise.

“Wait, no! He’s good! Don’t hurt him!”

Ari pulled Ilyse, dismissing her claims, she had a mission, and she was going to complete it, no matter what. Meanwhile, her minions began to circle the prince, who sighed and removed his hoodie. So much for a silent rescue. "Man makes plans and luck laughs", he supposed. However, he couldn't help but hope one more bit of democracy would work: “Stay away. This is the thunder sword! No one stands a chance against this tool made by the gods! Surrender, or suffer!”

The soldiers just ran towards the prince, swinging their swords, prepared to fight. Adol demonstrated his hard training as a warrior prince, delivering fast but powerful blows to the soldiers, making them fall to his brute strength. By now, there is no need to use his sword, being he, stronger physically than the considerably smaller soldiers attacking him.

Ilyse is slowly pulled from Adol, watching him fight. She tries to free from the tight grip, but Ari is still stronger than the helpless elf. Neither of them notice the orcs stirring, waking up from the noise the fight is causing. True to Ari's word, orcs were very light sleepers. Even Kara wakes up, trying to see what’s going on.

Ari was still pulling, desperately trying to reach a nearby alley, but she clashes against something fleshy that presses her cute face. Looking up she discovers, to her despair, one of the orcs obstructing her escape.

Holding his massive sword, he threatens Ari. “Release elf, or you die…”

“Fuck you! She’s mine now! And there's nothing you can do about it!”

The orc swings his sword downwards, to which Ari quickly takes Ilyse, carrying her in her arms, skillfully evading the blow. The sultan’s cousin notices the other four orcs are awake and ready to capture them. They were about to end their outbreak.

On the other side, Adol continues dispatching the soldiers. The last one is finally tossed away, colliding with a wall nearby. The massive prince turns, noticing the orcs about to attack and capture Ilyse once again. Taking advantage of their ignorance of him, he charges towards the closest one, slicing him exactly down the middle.

The surprise took over everyone present: the orcs turned around, Ari looked in horror at her unconscious soldiers scattered all over the place, and Ilyse just seems frozen in place. Adol lets out a battle cry in the hopes of intimidating the rest of the orcs, but they just respond by drawing out their respective weapons to fight the prince.

Adol knows taking over the rest will be difficult. He'd had a little time to charge his sword to slice the first orc, but the rest won’t give him time, and just delivering a simple blow would have little effect, taking into mind that orcs have a thick skin, hence why they are so hard to fight. His best bet is to move forwards and quickly take Ilyse from them, making his escape from there.

Ari reacts quickly; this is her chance to take Ilyse with her. Quietly, she takes out a little silver looking ball. Without any warning, she slams it on the floor, generating a dense and dark smoke that envelopes everyone involved in the fight.

The noise intensifies; shouts and cries are heard along with swords crossing and colliding, the warriors fighting in the middle of the dense smoke, even if they couldn’t see a thing. Ari took her chance; she grasped the closest hand to her and finally drew out of there. She darted into an alley nearby, to cover herself with the walls that gave shape to the square’s buildings.

Once she was convinced she was far away enough from the square, she paused a moment. “AHHH Finally! I have you now! You will remain quiet and obedient now, because you… you… what… WHAT THE HELL?”

Ari looks down as the smoke dissipates, and to her horror, she notices she was holding a much bigger hand than she expected to see. Soon, her gaze looks up slowly, going more and more upwards, until…

“What IN THE NAME OF THE GODS DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” Adol shouts furiously, still holding his sword.

“NO NOOOOOOOO!!! WHERE IS THE ELF? GODDAMN IT!!! THIS CANNOT BE!”

Adol just take his hand from the lady, clearly annoyed from this.

“You tell me, imbecile! You were supposed to save her, according to her words!”

“Holly Mahamma!!!!! She is there with the orcs!!!”

“She better be safe, or I’ll just…”

As the discussion continues, the smoke fades away, leaving the sight clear for both the prince and the sultan’s cousin, which surprised, just notice Ilyse gone from the square. Kara, the warrior slave, is now standing there, with a massive stick and a pair of orcs that grunt, stunned and tied.

Both of Ilyse’s saviours are impressed, and more terrified that their target is not there anymore.

“Hey, you! Are you all right? Have you seen Ilyse? The redhead elf?” Kara asks.

“What? You don’t know? You were there!”

“The fuck is this shit? I lost the elf, he’s gonna be upset!” Ari adds.

“Who?” Adol demands, taking Ari by the clothes on her chest and raising her from the ground effortesly.

“Unhand me, stupid!” Then, she followed her words by delivering a hard kick to his nethers.

“AAAAARRGH!!! You little…”

The Prince rolls on the floor in pain, with a light voice, cursing his luck, while Ari runs and disappears into another of the alleys of the citadel. Kara approaches quickly, trying to check if he’s not badly injured.

Checking on him, Kara sees he’s fine. “Well… they should call you balls of steel… hehehe…”

“AUGH… Not… funny… must… find Ilyse…”

“I would gladly help you, but as you can see, I just have a stick and nothing else. I don’t want to be caught again, so this means I’m leaving. You are fine anyway… good luck!”

After that, Kara runs away, minding her own business.

Adol slowly recovers, now wondering where Ilyse can be now, and pretty much frustrated after his failed rescue attempt. His thoughts now revolve in the possible paths Ilyse could have taken…

In one of the quiet small streets of the city, a shadow clumsily walks, heading north-west. It’s Ilyse, who finally got away from the mess that was happening during her rescue. Ignoring the fact that two people wanted to save her, she thought it was better to just get far away from them, instead of being captured once again.

But, nevertheless, the city was big, and she passed alley by alley, house by house, building by building. Silent and sneaky, her priority now was to look for an exit, maybe another village or something that wasn’t the desert or this place. It would take her a couple of hours to finally reach a path leading to the “Diamond Forest”, located exactly in the opposite direction from the Quid Area is. No villages were available, this was her last resort to finally lose the sight of her former captors, and the Sultan…

After walking into the thick forest, the redhead elf found herself a hideout in a giant hollowed-out sequoia tree, more than large enough for her to get inside and stay for the night. To make it more comfortable, she collected some leaves and made an improvised bed. It was the best she could do. After preparing her custom bed, she curled herself up and let her tiredness defeat her.

This would be the first time she would be able to sleep more comfortably than she had during this whole misfortune, probably leaving her ready to face the next day…

-To be continued.