Chapter 1 - Avelinia Elderstar, Princess of Milsthyr




Avelinia Elderstar floated into the small village as the sun finally receded beneath the sun. The rather young elf mage was tired after a long day of traveling down the road by herself, with seemingly no towns nearby. She had even been attacked once, by a group of sneering little goblins, three of the gremlins. They chittered and cackled in their high voices and broken language, until Avelinia shut them up with a well-placed blast of purple fire.

She smirked pridefully as she thought back on the glorious battle, smoothing and magically cleaning her somewhat dirtied mithral dress. It had been the only protection she had accepted from her father, the aging elven King Ranaeril. He had begged for hours to her when she had declared her intent to explore the world, asking that she at least accept a bodyguard or two from his royal barracks. 

Well look at me now, father, she thought as she entered the town of Flatdrift. It has been a week since I set down in Farguard, and I have been able to take care of myself. She had not stayed in Farguard long, as she felt it had too great a high elven presence, and she wished to forge her own path. She had spent most her gold on various resources for her spells though, and, she now noticed, her pouch was now running quite light. No matter. I am sure these human peasants will have some tasks befitting an elven magus like myself.



Avelinia twisted the air around her into a focused blast, forcing the doors to The Hidden Glory Inn open. She strode in, long legs made longer by her steelglass heels, bringing her usual 5’10” frame to an easy 6’2.” She looked around, a thin smile spreading across her bluish lips, at the dirtied peasant farmers and miners. They stared back, somewhat dumbfounded at the brash display of power before them.

“My name is Princess Avelinia Elderstar,” she announced, walking forward towards the innkeeper at the bar as she spoke. “I am in need of a drink after a long day’s travels, sir.” The barkeep nodded quickly, setting about pouring her some elven wine. Avelinia flipped her long silvery braid back, letting her hair rest against the small of her back. She leaned in, letting her hip jut back and giving the men of the tavern a good look at her round butt, toned from her royal training. Her dress hugged it close, so sheer she might as well have been nude. It was certainly clear to the tavern patrons she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, as well.

The barkeep, however, got a different teasing. Her breasts hung in her dress, showing obscene amounts of cleavage as Avelinia looked at him innocently, her pale blue face smiling sweetly. Curse these small breasts, she thought, hiding her real emotions quite well. If they were only a bit bigger, I would not have to put forth such effort to charm these fools. Deciding the men had seen enough of her young, virgin elf body, she stood straight again, pretending not to hear the low groans and curses of the men behind her.

“I am also in need of, well, gold,” she announced to the room again, turning to face the patrons as they all looked away suddenly. “I am an adventurer, you all can see, and I was wondering if any of you had a quest worthy of my skills.” The room was silent for a solid minute, as Avelinia’s annoyance began to spread onto her face.

“Fine then,” she said, smoothing out her plain dress once more, letting the fabric show off her assets once more. “If none of you have anything, then I will-”

“There’s been orc raiders nearby,” the barkeep interrupted quickly. “Taking our stuffs, and some o’ our women.” Avelinia sniffed haughtily at the word ‘orc’. She knew the stories, that orcs and humans had warred for centuries, raiders taking women and livestock.

“Ah, I see,” she beamed a bright white smile at the middle-aged man. “I will venture forth to slay these foul brutes and bring you their heads immediately. Pray tell, sir, which direction are they?”

“Northwest,” he replied, jerking a thumb behind him. “Are you heading out now, milady? It’s dark out, you should at least stay the night here.”

“Nonsense,” Avelinia declared, waving him off. “There are innocents to be saved, and orcs to be slain. Besides, I, unlike you, can see through the darkness of night. I must set off now!” She rushed back to the front door, waving goodbyes to the men of the tavern as she exited. 

“Say, Haru,” one of the tavern patrons said after a brief moment of silence as the doors slammed shut once more. “Aren’t the orcs out there our friends?”

“Friends of ours, sure,” the barkeep said casually, wiping a glass clean. “Doubt they’ll take too kindly to some lone high elf attacking them. Might be they’ll let us have a go at her too when they’re done. Hear them elf women stay nice and tight.” He chuckled as the rest of the tavern began to laugh uproariously, bringing themselves back to the rowdy, drunken singing they had begun before Avelinia had interrupted them.



Meanwhile, the elven princess had already reached the edge of the small village, where the trees stood ominously, shadows against the night sky. Giving a bored yawn, she set off on a small path out, keeping her bright violet eyes on watch for any roaming orcs.

Several hours in, as the half-moon reached its peak in the sky, Avelinia finally glimpsed the low glow of a fire, down half a mile in the valley. She whispered a quick incantation, and felt the air rush below her, lifting her above the crackling autumn leaves. Quickly she rushed down towards the light, until she was close enough to make out the four figures sitting around the fire.

Orcs, she thought angrily as she watched them roasting a large deer over their fire, laughing and joking in their guttural language. What disgusting beasts. I bet they are bragging about the women they have conquered with their large penises. She blinked in surprise. I mean, I must save those women, and to do that, I must kill these brutish rapists.

“Foul beasts,” she called out, stepping from the tree line in a powerful casting stance. The orcs all jumped to their feet quickly, weapons ready, and for the first time Avelinia had second thoughts. Each of the beastly men were easily a foot taller than the elf, even in her heels. Their bodies rippled with toned, battle-scarred muscles, and they wore little more than loincloths at their waists. “U-uh, I am here to defeat you all, and rescue the women you have taken!” Avelinia hoped they had not noticed her stumble over her words, but as she looked them over, her eyes widened to the size of saucers at their groins. Already the orc men seemed lustful, their manhoods each swelling and growing under their loincloths, the hide stretching around their large shafts.

One of the orcs said something in their harsh tongue to the others, prompting a roar of laughter. Avelinia felt herself blush, her cheeks turning a darker blue color. Were these savages laughing at her? Her embarrassment quickly burned into anger, and she summoned her staff, a beautifully carved crystalline work of art, topped with a hanging chandelier of all the materials she would ever need.



Avelinia was flat on her back, staring with a dazed expression up into the night sky. She had only been able to fling a single bolt of arcane energy at the closest warrior before the others had closed in. A single hard backhand later, and the young elf princess was done, crying out in pain and yielding. The injured orc translated for them, and they shared another roar of laughter. The one who had struck her towered over her shaking form, the head of his massive member hanging only a foot or so above her face. She gulped, and a long rope of his precum dripped slowly onto her forehead, causing the orcs to laugh even harder.

Finally, the orc stooped low, grabbing the elf mage by her long silver hair roughly. He jerked her up to her feet in a single harsh movement, causing her to yelp pathetically. One of the other orcs grabbed her from behind, ripping away her simple dress and leaving Avelinia standing naked in the cool night air. Her dark blue nipples were already hard, and her breath shaky. She struggled as he tore away her clothes, and screamed for someone to help. Of course, there was no one else but the orcs. Lust shone in their eyes, and the princess looked down, trying to cover her cute C-cup breasts with one arm, and her virgin pussy with the other. 

The orc holding her by the hair let it fall, the braids unraveled, and shoved away her arms, using one hand to hold them both behind her back as she tried in vain to shake him away. His other hand roughly pawed at her chest, rubbing her average-sized breasts and pinching at the hardened nipple. The elf yelped cutely, then gasped at her own reaction as the orcs surrounding her chuckled. One of their hands groped at her soft, toned ass, and another took her arms into his hand, freeing the orc in front of her to continue molesting her. His rough hand traced down her belly, and he quickly slid a finger into her pussy, eliciting a pitiful squeak. He spoke something in orcish again, and the others grunted, the steam from their hot breath blowing into Avelinia’s face and back.



What have I done? The princess thought to herself as the orcs teased and prodded at her. I was so wrong. I should have listened to father. The thought of her father caused her to buckle slightly and, combined with a second finger in her tight slit, she moaned. The orc pulled his fingers out to show off just how wet the elf was to the others, and Avelinia looked on in horror. I can not be getting aroused by this! They are going to rape me, ravage me, make me unfit to be wed to a proper prince!

The elf mage was forced from her thoughts as the first orc tore away his loincloth, revealing his thick, throbbing meat in all its glory. Avelinia’s violet eyes nearly bulged from her head as the beastly man grabbed her by the hips, roughly pulling her up. She was eye level with his fiery red eyes for less than a second as the orc forcefully thrust her down, spearing her onto his massive green cock.

Everything went blank for the elf woman as nearly a foot of pure orc meat was shoved deep into her pulsing, wet pussy. Her head lolled back, and she made a grunting, moaning choke as the rest of her body soon went limp too. The orc, of course, didn’t care, lifting her petite body back up the length of his mind-breaking cock before slamming the poor elf back down. After a few quick practice thrusts, the monstrous green man started to truly use the woman, plunging her up and down at a terrible pace.

Avelinia could barely think as her vision turned upside down, now looking back at the other three orcs behind her. They were hurriedly playing some kind of game, and one clearly won, as he stepped towards the mage with a smug smile on his face. What does he want? Avelinia thought through the incoherent babbling and screaming noises she vaguely recognized coming from her own mouth. The orc ripped away his own hides to reveal another massive green dick, made all the larger by just how close it was to her. He let it rest across her, showing everyone how it was clearly longer than her face. The orc slamming into her now aching pussy hilted himself in deep, prompting a low moan from the elf, as the other grabbed her neck with one monstrous hand, and wrapped the other in her silver locks, forcing her lips over the bulging head of his cock.

Avelinia again struggled, but there was nothing she could do as she was trapped between two hard orcs, hanging in the air like a spitroast. The orc cock in her mouth kept pressing in deeper, reaching her throat. Like all obstacles, the orc slammed himself at it until her tight hole gave way, and the elf let out a strangled GLURK. A few seconds of resting their members deep in her, the two began to move again, pushing back and forth like a saw.

Finally, the orc in her pussy began to throb and twitch deep in Avelinia, and she let out a muffled cry, knowing from her time in the royal court what that meant for men. Alas, the orcs ignored it, and the lead greenskin thrust in deeper than ever, his massive balls tensing as a torrent of semen flooded Avelinia’s formerly virgin pussy. She moaned in despair through the cock in her throat, but the vibrations set that orc off too, and soon, she was choking and coughing yet again as a fresh stream of cum shot into her stomach. It quickly overflowed, dripping from her lips and onto the rest of her face. The orcs dropped her unceremoniously onto the ground, her face deep in a puddle of spent orc semen.

Of course, the other two orcs still wanted a turn, and they grabbed the soiled princess’s wide hips, pulling her ass up into the air. Avelinia barely understood what was happening. I am a royal mage, she thought in despair. How could this happen to me? Oh Goddess, am I going to become their slave? The orcs lined their waiting cocks up, precum dripping onto Avelinia again, who sobbed loudly in her puddle of seed. Both pushed in at once, and the elf screamed loud enough to wake the dead. One orc was roughly fucking her tight pussy again, but the other was balls deep in her extremely tight asshole. She screamed and thrashed, prompting one to slam their foot onto the back of her head, pushing her back into the still warm semen. They used her roughly and quickly, both of them grunting loudly as they raped the poor elf into submission.

After a few minutes that seemed hours to Avelinia, both twitched and throbbed as they dumped their thick, creamy loads deep into her holes. Avelinia was spent, completely unable to move or think after the brutal rape. The orcs joked and drank, before packing their things. One of them grabbed their banner, and pulled away the flag, using it as rope to tie their elven prisoner to it. Avelinia was barely coherent as the group marched back to camp, hanging from their pole like an effigy, thick seed slowly dripping out her used holes in large globs.

        The orcs reached the war camp to cheers and joking from their brethren, and Avelinia was brought into a specially marked tent, where a number of equally mindbroken slaves were chained up in various positions. Some were already swollen with half-orc bastards, and others called out hoarsely for passing by orc warriors to use their bodies. Avelinia was put in a mating press position, easily available for any orc to easily rape her tight holes at any time, and constantly ready for another load of the thick semen the once proud elven princess had grown to desire.


