Chapter 0 - During the Fall (Original)

I wake to the sound of screaming in the night. Grunting, I rise from my bed, my blurred eyes giving me the impression of light outside of my window, but not much else. I blink a few more times and rub my fingers on the eyelids, to clear up what is there before reaching over to my glasses and put them on. What I see beyond my window is a scene straight from the nightmares of troubled soldiers. Fires rage across the thatch roofs of houses as people run screaming through the street. I saw dark figures rushing through them as well towards the fleeing crowd. The figures are in armour and have raised weapons up high. I hear banging on my door and I look with fear at it.
 
With a second set of bangs, I realise it’s too small to be that of any of the invaders. I leap from my bed and run to the door. I open it to find my little sisters crying on the other side. I barely get the door open before she rushes to my leg and hugs her dainty elven arms around it, crying into my thigh.
 
“Petro!” she cries out into my leg, using the shortened form of my name she’s used ever since she could speak. With little prompt, I reach down and pick her up into my arms.
 
“Come on, we need to get out,” I say as I begin my way down the hall towards the end of it where the stairs are. The manor house was hopefully built well enough to keep the attackers out long enough for us to escape with the crowd outside. I have no idea where Father is, I just need to get out. I hear some smashing downstairs and hope that I’m not too late.
 
The stairs lead down to a sitting room with easy access to the outside, but it also has on the mantel one of Father’s swords. I put my sister down and head for the sword, after I grab that we can go. As I grab the sword, however, I start to hear shouts coming from deeper in the house, and then a human rushes in from behind us. The stairs to the basement are right beside the stairs that lead to the second floor.
 
The human himself is garbed in furs and leather, wielding a short axe and nothing else. My sister lets out a scream as the man appears, drawing his attention. Without hesitation, like I was taught, I charge forth and stab at his chest. He nearly backs away in time but my father’s sword stabs into him. He tries to knock my blade away despite being in his chest with his axe but I take another step forward and push the blade in farther. The human’s eyes go wide. I pull out again and stab in for a second time before he’s able to respond. The man slumps back as he is bleeding profusely. Only too late however do I realise that I hear a footstep behind me before I feel a great knock on my head.
 
I crash to the ground, dazed. I’ve landed on my back, looking up. My sister is paralyzed, and there is a great big green creature above me. Wielding a big and thick sword.
 
“Run!” I croak out to my sister as the creature turns towards her. Like a rabbit that has finally gotten over its shock, she sprints out of the door as the orc tries to grab for her. I try to get up only for the orc to turn once more and step down on my chest, pushing me back down to the ground. Pinned, I look around for my sword, but it’s fallen off somewhere. I look up at the orc now and see black eyes staring back at me, and I can see its sword coming closer to me. I cringe away from the rough iron sword as it gets close.
 
“I had been promised the daughter of the gov-er-nor,” the orc says to me in rough, halting elvish. I look up at him in fear. He wanted Effie, he wanted my sister. I re-double my efforts to get free of the orc, but he just presses down harder on me, until I cry out before he lets up.
 
“She too young,” the orc continued before it started to push down on my chest again so that his face was close to my own. “I take her, or I take you,” was all the orc said before he stood back up straight, and once more pulling off my chest enough so that it didn’t hurt and so I could breathe. I take a moment to catch my breath. He could end my life right now, and yet he hadn’t, and he didn’t even want Effie, or rather he would be fine with me instead.
 
“I-if she’s caught, you’ll let her go?” I ask. The orc’s face hardens.
 
“Why?” he asks. I start to answer but he presses down again before speaking once more. “No, you show me why.” Then, he reaches down, undoes a string, and his pants are loosened enough that I can see the green flesh of his member past the string that was holding his fly together. Despite myself, I remember back to my duelling lessons, back to master Eugen, and the… extra lessons he would teach me. I swallow hard and nod my head. This seems to please the barbarian as he finally gets off my chest. He doesn’t give me time to get up as he grabs me by my shirt and pulls me up. I’m lifted clear off the ground as he makes his way over to the table, and he places me down and reaches down to his pants.
 
“W-wait!” I cry out and the orc scowls. “I-I know how to make it feel better!” I cry out to, remembering back to how master Eugen had done it, how he had prepared me for himself, how he had done it not two nights before after our last lesson before he had decided to move closer to the center of the Empire. I remember the talk we had after fondly, how he advised me on how to get a nice girl since despite being the governor’s son, I’d been hopeless at trying to get a girlfriend, especially since I spent so much time with my head stuck in the books my father could obtain on his own personal wealth. I doubt I’ll be using that now, even if I survive this.
 
With my cry, the orc’s face softens slightly, and I can feel the threat implicit with his still present scowl. It told me that I had better be right about this, or else. My heart thumping in my chest, I gestured towards the stairs, and the orc nodded. However, as I was about to get off the table, he instead wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close, right off my feet. I hung from his arm around my midsection as we proceeded forth to the stairs.
 
As we got upstairs I pointed to my room and we entered in. Beyond the window, I can still see the fires of the burning houses and the screams of people as they fled. I hope Effie got away. Seeing that there was no ambush waiting for him, the orc drops me and stands by the door, watching me. I walk to one of my shelves and grab a hold of a pot, a special salve lay inside that master Eugen had left with me when he’d left for the Empire’s interior. When I turn around and bring forth the pot, one of the orc’s eyebrows rose up as I brought the pot forth and cracked open the lid of it. A strong aroma emanated from it, and already I can feel myself growing excited, partially since each time I spelt this, master Eugen had always called the end to our duelling practice and it was time for our workout to cool down to begin.
 
It seemed to excite the orc as well, as I see the large green cock push against the loose string. With one hand I undo the last tie that keeps it in, and with the other, I scoop my hand into the oil within. I can feel small tingles on my hand as the salve makes it more sensitive. I bring my slick hand up and begin to stroke at the orc’s cock with my oiled hand, making sure to get it all over. The cock in my hand grows even harder as I stroke it with the slick aphrodisiac until there is barely any give on the shaft as I stroke. Pulling away, I reach both hands into the pot, getting both slick as I reach up to him with one hand, and slide another hand into the back of my pyjama bottoms as I begin to apply the salve there as well. I knew where this orc wanted to use me, and if I was going to be used like this, I’d rather it hurt as little as possible.
 
I hear the crashing of furniture downstairs, and I’m about to look but the orc reaches forward and turns my head back to him before letting go. No distractions then. As I stroke the orc’s cock, I begin to rub my finger against my ass, sliding the salve over it, causing it to pucker while at the same time I can feel myself almost anticipating the orc’s cock. It was wrong, I was going to be defiled, yet as I rub the salve into me, my thoughts become more clouded with lust as the aphrodisiac begins to seep into my skin and warms me up, lighting a fire in my loins. My ass gives way to my salve slathered digit as I slide my finger into my hole, spreading the tingling solution into my ass, causing it to clench on my finger, and I can feel my own dick start to twitch as I feel the fire in me begin to burn even higher.
 
Then in an instant, the orc reaches down and grabs my hand, pulling it away from his dick before he gets up. I barely have a second to realise he’s grabbed me by the shirt once more with his other hand before I’m tossed onto the bed. I start to get up but I feel two big meaty hands land on my ass and I freeze. I feel my bottoms being slid down, and…
 
“Ahh!” I cry out as I feel the orc plunge his cock into me, feeling him stretching me out as it presses into me, going in deep as pleasure and pain from the insertion mix. He’s stretching me out so much, filling me up in a way that master Eugen had never done before. Within a moment, I feel the orc hit my special spot, with my pleasure amplified by the salve, my back arches and I gasp for breath as a blast of pleasure went through my system. Despite the pleasure I try to move forward, trying to get away from the intensity of the sensation, yet the orc holds me fast and merely pulls out a bit before slamming back into me.
 
“Aaugh!” I cry out again as the orc plunders my depths, slamming into me and hitting my special place with every thrust, making my dick hard as it swayed around underneath me. I let my head fall as the orc just keep pounding me there, fucking me deep and hard, sending both pleasure and pain, then just pleasure as I get used to his size. I can barely breathe as I can’t focus on anything more than the pleasure I feel, pulsing through me with every thrust. I feel something, something deep in me rising up with each and every thrust. I cry out again as the pleasure seems to double, then quadruple the longer that the orc keeps fucking me, keeps violating me, keeps making me feel good. With each thrust, the sensation grows and grows as my pleasure just continues to build. By now I’m pushing back against the orc with every thrust. Now just wailing out as the orc fucks my ass, driving his green meat into my ass with wild and reckless abandon he continues to go faster, and harder on my ass, pulling his cock all the way out and then slamming it all the way in such a way that it always hits right up against my wonderful spot like a battering ram, smashing any possible thoughts away with each burst of pleasure.
 
The orc reaches forward and grabs my arms, before pulling them behind me and uses them in order to increase the speed of his thrusts even further, using me as a toy for his pleasure. I can feel the sensation, coming up, coming close. It wasn’t like anything I’ve ever felt before. I can’t even keep myself lucid as I’m being bounced on orc cock. I can feel my dick flying around, slapping against my lower stomach, hard as ever as I’m pulled onto the orc’s cock again, and again, as the bonfire within me keeps getting higher and higher, while the sensation continues to build up.
 
“Aaaaahhhh!” I cry out as all I can register is pleasure, as something so good rushed through my system, giving me the best pleasure I’ve ever had, and order of magnitudes better than any orgasm I’d ever had. I can feel my cock twitching before something wet starts to dribble down it while the orc slams into me once more before I feel a warm sensation of cum filling my ass. Not wanting the pleasure to abate, I plant my feet on the orc’s knees before I use his grip on my arms as leverage to fuck my ass more on his cock.
 
Lost to the pleasure of the orc’s cock.

