Chapter 1: Introduction
Jhost spurred his horse even harder, the poor beast nearly ridden to death at this point. He had managed to avoid the main Village and was now racing through the forest trail to his home. This was the first time he was glad his family home was so far from the village center. As he galloped, he saw the smoke rising from the thatched roofs, heard the distant screams, and the unmistakable scent of Dark Elf musk filled the air. His heart pounded in his chest like a war drum, but it was not from the fear of being caught. It was the primal, desperate need to get to Elara, to hold her, to protect her.
The horse slipped on the muddy path, nearly sending Jhost flying, but he regained his seat with a grunt. The animal was spent, he knew. He leapt off, catching it by the reins, and led it to the small barn behind the house.
He slipped into the shadows, tying the horse quickly but gently, whispering apologies to the beast for pushing it so hard. He sprinted towards the house, praying she was safe. The door slammed open as Elara run towards him, tears in her eyes. "Jhost, thank the gods," she sobbed, throwing herself into his arms. He held her tight, burying his face in her hair, inhaling her scent, a mix of smoke and wildflowers. It was a stark contrast to the heavy, musky scent that clung to the air outside.
"We have to leave now, Elara," he whispered urgently, holding her at arm's length. She beautiful, even this this panicked state.
Her crimson hair was a wild mane around her shoulders, and her eyes, so goddamn green, were wide with fear and relief. She nodded, biting her lip, ready for whatever mad plan he came up with. "Grab the silver, I'll get my jewelry." she said , her voice barely above a whisper. The house was small, just a single room with a loft upstairs, and Jhost could hear the sound of something heavy moving outside. He froze, listening. The sound stopped, replaced by footsteps, heavy and deliberate.
"Elara," he hissed, handing her a small pouch of silver coins. She took it, eyes wide with fear. He silently pointed towards the back window, the only way out of the house besides the front door. She nodded, moving slowly towards the window, heart pounding in her chest.
The front door burst open, sending a shower of splinters flying through the air.
Zaltana stood in the doorway, a dark silhouette against the burning village beyond. She was tall, imposing, her dark skin almost black in the flickering light. A cruel smile curled her lips as she took in the scene before her.
"Well, well, look what we have here," she purred, her voice like velvet and steel. "The deserter and his pretty little wife. How touching."
Jhost stepped in front of Elara, shielding her with his body. "You're not taking her," he growled. "I won't let you."
Zaltana laughed, a sound like ice cracking.
"You really think you can stop me, human?" She took a step forward, and Jhost could see her cock, hard and throbbing, outlined against her leather pants. The tattoos writhing like snakes. "I can smell your fear, pathetic little man. But I also smell your wife's sweet cunt. She's scared, yes, but she's also wet. For me."
Elara gasped, her cheeks flushing with anger and shame. Jhost's grip on her tightened, his nails digging into her flesh. "Don't you fucking look at her," he snarled. He unsheathed his longsword , the metal singing as it left the scabbard. "You want a fight, I'll give you one."
Zaltana's laughter was like shards of glass. It took less than a minute for Zaltanna to disarm him. He was quickly beaten into the floor, prone, with Zal's heel pressed into his back. The dark elf raised her rapier to finish off the inferior human manling before a desperate voice cried out, "No, please! I'll do anything, just don't kill him!" Elara had fallen to her knees, her hands clasped together in a pathetic plea. Her eyes were wide and pleading, her chest heaving with sobs.
Zaltana smirked, her eyes flicking over Elara's heaving tits, the nipples hard and visible through her thin shirt. She could smell the woman's fear and desperation, her arousal masked yet present. "Anything?" she asked, her voice a low purr.
"Yes," Elara choked out, her voice steady despite her fears.
"I don't know, I already paid his sisters and mother a visit. Their screams as a fuck a dark elf into them felt even better with the blood of their husbands still on my clothes." Zaltana chuckled, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. She reached down and grabbed Jhost's hair, tugging his head back to look at her. "What do you say, little human? Would you like to watch your wife suck my cock?"
Elara's eyes widened at the filthy words, her cheeks flushing with a mix of humiliation and rage. But she nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Please, just let him go. I'll do whatever you want."
Zaltana let out a low hiss of approval, a cruel smile spreading across her face. She took out a pair on enchanted bindings from her satchel, securing them around the beaten human male.
Jhost felt his limbs lose all connection to his mind. He wasn't able to move at all. He mind was shattered, if what the Elven scum said was true, his father, his whole family. No, he couldn't believe it was true, they must've gotten out of the country. He had to believe that. But the thought of his family, of Elara, being used like that, made him want to vomit.
Zaltana flipped him over with her foot and stepped directly over his head. She pointed directly in front of her, "Kneel before me , little human." She ordered.
Elara hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking between her husband and the dark elf looming over him. She slowly moved to her knees, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. She could smell the dark elf's musk, thick and heavy in the air. It was a primal, intoxicating scent that made her stomach flutter with both fear and a sickening arousal.
Zaltana unbuckled her trousers, and reached into the opening. Her cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, the tattoos writhing like snakes.
It was massive, longer and thicker than anything Elara had ever seen. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She could feel Jhost's eyes on her, filled with a mix of pain and anger.
"Open your mouth, pet," Zaltana growled, her voice like gravel. "Show me what you can do with that pretty little mouth of yours."
Elara hesitated, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel the heat radiating off of Zaltana's cock, could see the precum dripping from the tip. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
Jhost began to thrash from his position. He couldn't even speak, the enchanted bindings preventing him. Jhost thrashed, but his limbs still wouldn't move. He watched, helpless, as Elara opened her mouth and took the head of Zaltana's cock into it. His heart pounded in his chest, his stomach twisted in knots. He couldn't see the discomfort in her eyes, but he did see the way her mouth worked as she tried to accommodate the massive size. Directly under them, all he good do was watch as a think slab of dark elf meat violated his wife's mouth.
It wasn't even fully hard yet and it was twice her husbands length. The smell was majestic and as the first drop of precum graced her tastebuds
, her body betrayed her. An involuntary shiver ran down her spine and her nipples stiffened, visible through her thin shirt. Jhost watched, feeling completely emasculated, as his wife moaned softly around the dark elf's cock.
Zaltana growled, a deep, primal sound, as she pushed further into Elara's mouth. "Fuck, your mouth is hot, human," she hissed. She gripped Elara's hair, her fingers tightening as she began to fuck her face.
Elara gagged, her eyes watering as Zaltana's cock hit the back of her throat.
She tried to relax, tried to take it like a good little human, but it was so fucking big. She could feel every vein, every ridge, as it slid in and out of her mouth. The taste of precum was thick and salty on her tongue, and she could smell the dark elf's musk, strong and intoxicating.
Jhost watched, his heart pounding in his chest like a war drum. He could see the way Elara's cheeks hollowed out as she sucked in air, the way her lips stretched around Zaltana's cock. He could see the tears in her eyes, the way her body shook with each thrust.
And he could see the way her nipples poked against her shirt, hard and erect. He knew she didn't want this, knew she was only doing it to protect him. But the sight of her like this, on her knees, sucking a dark elf's cock, was enough to drive him to madness.
Zaltana pulled out of Elara's mouth with a wet pop, her cock glistening with saliva. "Fuck, your mouth is a goddamn dream," she hissed, her eyes gleaming with lust. She slapped it against Elara's cheek, leaving a streak of precum.
Zaltana dragged her finger across the line of precum, scooping it up on her long index finger. She pressed it to Elara's lips, forcing her to taste it. "Lick it clean, pet," she commanded, her voice like velvet and steel. "Show me how much you enjoy it." Elara hesitantly stuck out her tongue, licking the digit clean.
She almost orgasmed on the spot at the taste, it was like no other. It was raw, primal, and insanely addictive. She felt her cheeks flush, her body shivering with arousal she couldn't comprehend. "That's a good pet," Zaltana purred, circling her finger around Elara's wet lips.
"I'm afraid that's all I needed from you. You two are free to go." Zaltana lied, taking a step back, her cock just out of reach from the house wife's lips. She looked down at Jhost, still helpless on the floor, bound by her magic.
Elara didn't know why she was so disappointed at Zaltana's words . She looked up at the dark elf, confusion and anger in her eyes. "What do you mean that's all you needed?" She demanded, her voice shaking.
Zaltana laughed, a sound like distant thunder. "I'm willing to let you both go now, little dove. Unless of course you'd like to stay and play a bit longer," Zaltana cooed, running her fingers through Elara's hair. "I promise, I'll make it worth your while."
Elara's eyes widened, her breath hitching. She looked over at Jhost, his face a mask of anger and fear. She couldn't help but feel a spark of desire at Zaltana's words, a dark, forbidden part of her that craved the dark elf's touch.
Her massive cock was a breath away from her lips, the smell of her musk filling the room, a heady, intoxicating scent that made her head spin.
"I can see the hunger in your eyes, little dove," Zaltana purred, her fingers tightening in Elara's hair. "You want more, don't you?"
Elara's breath hitched, her eyes flicking to her husband, lying helpless on the floor. She bit her lip, her body betraying her as arousal coursed through her veins.
Zaltana grinned as Elara opened her mouth and took the head of her huge cock back in, her tongue swirling around the tip.
Jhost watched, helpless, as his wife sucked Zaltana's cock back into her mouth. His body was on fire, a mix of rage and arousal burning through him. He couldn't move, couldn't do anything but watch as this fucking dark elf used his wife like a fucking whore.
Zaltana threw her head back, a low groan escaping her lips as she felt Elara's mouth working on her cock. She threaded her fingers through Elara's hair, gripping tight as she let the housewife debase herself right in front of her husband. "That's it, pet. Take it all. Show your husband what a good little cockslut you are."
Elara gagged as Zaltana's cock hit the back of her throat again, but she refused to stop. She felt like she was drowning, like she was being consumed by the dark elf's massive cock. But there was something about it, something primal and intoxicating, that made her need more.
Jhost's breaths came in short, sharp bursts as he watched his wife deepthroat the dark elf.
The sight of her lips wrapped around that monstrous cock, the way her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked, was enough to drive him mad. His cock was hard despite his anger and disgust, betraying him like everything else in this fucked up world.
Zaltana groaned, her hips moving in time with Elara's bobbing head. She could feel the human wife's saliva dripping down her cock, coating it in a thick, wet sheen. It began to drip down right atop Jhost's face, the product of his wife's betrayal splattering upon his cheek. He couldn't wipe it away, his face still plastered to the wooden floor, muscles frozen under the dark enchantment. He growled, a primal sound that echoed through the small house. He was panting, his chest heaving with anger and a strange sense of arousal.
Zaltana watched him, her lips curled into a cruel smile. "Look at him, pet," she said, gripping Elara's hair tighter. "He's getting hard watching you suck my cock. Maybe he likes seeing his little wife as a filthy cockslut."
Elara paused, her eyes widening as she looked at Jhost.
The sight of her husband, the man she loved more than anything, hard and aroused despite the fucking nightmare they were living, sent a surge of heat straight between her legs. She should be disgusted, she should be angry, but instead, she was fucking turned on.
Zaltana chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Elara's spine. "See, pet? I think your husband likes the show. I think he wants to watch you take my cock in that tight little pussy of yours."
Elara's cheeks flushed crimson at the dark elf's words.
She looked down at her husband, his cock straining against his trousers. She could see the glistening precum leaking from the tip, a testament to his arousal. She couldn't believe it, couldn't understand why he was hard, why he was enjoying this.
But the sight of him, hard and desperate, sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing over her. She felt her pussy clench, felt the wetness soak through her trousers. She was fucking disgusting, she knew, but she couldn't stop herself.
The dark elf's cock was massive, longer and thicker than anything she had ever taken before. It was twice the length of her husband, and much thicker.
Zaltanna took her knife and relieved Elara of her clothes , cutting away her dress and undergarments so that her naked skin was exposed to the cool night air.
Elara was beautiful, full wide hips, large breasts, capped with small pink nipples. "hmm, this body was made to be bred by dark elves," Zaltana murmured, her eyes roaming over Elara's curves appreciatively. Elara pointed to Jhost's forehead just below them, "Spread your legs right here, let's give your pathetic husband a performance he'll never forget." The dark elf growled, flicking Elara's nipple with her tongue, making the human woman gasp.
Jhost watched, his heart pounding in his chest as Elara positioned herself over his face. She was so close, he could feel her heat, smell her arousal. She was wet, he could see it glistening on her inner thighs. His cock throbbed in his trousers, aching to be inside her, to claim her, to remind her that she was his. But he was pinned, helpless, a fucking spectator to this sickening display.
He wanted to scream, to fight, but the enchanted bindings held him firm, his muscles frozen and unresponsive.
Elara shifted, her knees spreading wide on either side of Jhost's head. She could feel his breath on her pussy, hot and ragged. She bit her lip, her eyes locked on Zaltana's cock as the dark elf stepped closer, the massive length bobbing in front of her.
Zaltana gripped her cock in one hand, rubbing the swollen head against Elara's wet slit. "You're so fucking wet, human," she growled. "You want this, don't you?
You want me to fuck your tight little human cunt?" Zaltana taunted, rubbing the head of her cock against Elara's clit. Elara bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as a moan escaped her. She couldn't deny the truth in Zaltana's words. She wanted this, wanted the dark elf to fill her up, to use her like a fucking whore.
"Say it , human," Zaltana demanded, her voice like gravel. "Tell me you want my cock inside you. Beg me to despoil your womb with superior Elven offspring." Elara tried to look down to her husband, but Zaltanna's cock was blocking his face, only an inch away from his face, ready to plunge into his wife's pussy.
"Please," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. "Please fuck me, I want it so bad."
Zaltana grinned, a wicked, cruel smile that sent shivers down Elara's spine. She spit on her cock, using the saliva to coat it, adding to the wet sound of her engorged cunt.
She grabbed a fistful of Elara's red hair, yanking her head back. "You want it bad, you filthy little human slut? You want my dark elf cock splitting you in two?"
Elara moaned, her hips bucking up to meet Zaltana's cock.
She could feel it, huge and hard, pressing against her entrance. She was wet, so fucking wet, but she still wasn't sure she could take it all.
"You're going to take it all, little human," Zaltana growled, her voice filled with sadistic pleasure. "Every fucking inch. And you're going to beg for more."
Jhost watched, his heart pounding in his chest, as Zaltana began to push into Elara. He couldn't see anything other than that bronze stick of meat disappearing into his wife, and he couldn't fucking breathe. He couldn't move, couldn't do shit but lie there, feeling every fucking inch of his wife being invaded by this dark elf monster.
Elara screamed as Zaltana's cock stretched her wide open. She could feel every ridged vein as it slid slowly into her. It was too much, too fucking big. She was being split in two, her pussy on fire as she was forced to take more and more of the dark elf's massive cock.
It would be nearly impossible to take a cock of this size if it wasn't for the precum Zaltana was leaking. Beyond its addictive qualities, it also eased and relaxed the muscles, while making increasing sensitivity. Dark Elf cum also released a chemical to induce ovulation , ensuring that the womb would be prepared for impregnation. Elara's screams continued as Zaltana kept pushing in, her hips grinding against Elara's ass. The dark elf's cock was barely halfway in, and Elara could already feel her pussy being stretched to its limits. "Fuck, you're so tight, human," Zaltana grunted, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.
Elara could feel every inch of Zaltana's cock as it slid deeper into her. She could feel the ridges, could feel the tattoos as they rubbed against her inner walls. As more precum was released, the easier it was for the dark elf's cock to push deeper into her. She was nearly there, with at least two thirds of the foot long cock inside her.
Jhost, lying under her could smell her sex. He could smell his wife's arousal, her sweat, and the dark elf's musk. He was being forced to inhale the scent of his wife's betrayal, the smell of her being violated by this dark elf. Zaltana's heavy nut sack was now nearly touching Jhost's face. It smelled delicious.
Dark Elves were unique in Feldreth, they didn't produce half species offspring. When they impregnated other species, the women produced full blooded dark elves. It drove the Dark Elf Empire 's obsession with breeding with other species.
Jhost had seen it first-hand. Entire villages would have their men slaughter and their women used as breeding stock. The worst part was after they liberated the village. The women would sneak off to continue being breeding whores for the dark elf invaders, the same elfs that had slaughtered their husbands and brothers.
Zaltana had held back, allowing her superior eleven seed to loosen the blockage to the human's womb. She would need to be getting a new tattoo soon. A marking for another womb conquered, another human bred. A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine at the thought.
"Relax slut, let me in ," Zaltana growled, her voice a harsh whisper as she continued to push her cock deeper into Elara.
Elara felt like she was being torn apart, every inch of the dark elf's cock stretching her wider and wider. She whimpered, her nails digging into the wooden floor as she tried to hold on. She could feel Zaltana's cock hitting up against her cervix, the sensation sending a jolt of pain and pleasure straight to her core.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," Zaltana hissed. Another few squirts of precum loosened the passage to Elara's womb , allowing the dark elf's massive cock to finally sink in to the hilt.
Elara screamed, her body convulsing as she took every single inch of Zaltana's massive cock. Her pussy was on fire, her insides stretched to their limits. She could feel the dark elf's cock pulsing inside her, could feel the veins throbbing against her inner walls.
Her husband, Jhost, laying beneath her, could feel the heat of Zaltana's cock as it pushed deeper into his wife's body. He could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of their fucking, the smack of their bodies colliding.
He could feel the vibrations of Zaltana’s hips as she slammed into Elara, her massive cock pistoning in and out of his wife’s tight, dripping cunt. The scent of their fucking was thick in the air—sweat, musk, and the unmistakable tang of dark elf precum mixing with Elara’s arousal.
Elara’s moans were desperate, needy, her body trembling as she took every brutal thrust. Her fingers clawed at the floor, her back arching as Zaltana’s cock stretched her wider than she’d ever been stretched before. The dark elf’s hips snapped forward, driving her cock deeper, grinding against Elara’s clit with every thrust.
Elara’s back arched, a desperate, needy moan escaping her lips. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the tiny house, a lewd, obscene melody that drove Jhost wild. He couldn't see the way Elara’s tits bounced with every thrust, couldn't see the way her skin flushed a dark red, couldn't see the way her eyes rolled back in her head as she took every inch of Zaltana’s massive cock.
“This is why in the end human, we always win,” Zaltana taunted, her hips slamming into Elara’s ass with a loud smack. “Your kind is weak, pathetic. You scream and you beg, but in the end, you all want the same thing. You want to be fucked senseless by a real cock, dark elven cock.”
“Fuck...fuck me...” Elara moaned, her words broken and desperate. She couldn't count the number of times she had cum already. Each time Zaltana's cock slid in and out of her, it was like a shockwave that sent ripples of pleasure through her entire body. She could feel every inch of that massive cock, the tattoos, the veins, everything. She could taste her own cum in her mouth, mixed with her husband's musk and the dark elf's precum. It was a heady, intoxicating mix that made her dizzy with arousal.
Zaltana gripped Elara's hips tighter, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she pounded into her mercilessly.