The Elvish Hero & the Bandit Queen {darkest_fate&translucentfeathers}

They called her Bandit Queen. She'd been a thorn in the side of the growing elvish empire for some time now. The Empress had been expanding her borders, hoping to reclaim forests before humans and their filthy like would desecrate the lands further. The expansion went quickly by human standards, which meant it moved like lightning for the elves themselves. Within a matter of months the elvish empire of Ferule had become worthy of the appellation. The elves had mostly taken forests near their borders, lands that had been border territories up until now. They'd only managed to conquer one or two strictly human kingdoms.

True, some of the elvish lords could be brutal toward their human subject; such was the way of two races dealing with one another. Often elves looked down on other races, particularly the short-lived ones, humans second only to orcs and goblins and the like. However, more and more elves had grown fascinated with the passionate humans, seeing how quickly and fiercely their fires and passions burned. More than one curious elf had drifted close to a particularly fetching human. Often children were born of this union, and frequently said half-breeds were denied legitimacy by either side. With more and more territory being taken, more and more of these half-elves were becoming noticed.

Enter her: Briala, the Bandit Queen. They claimed her to be a half-elf, and she certainly had the build and the look of one. She'd been a thorn in the empire's side, challenging their authority. The bandit robbed almost exclusively from elvish sources, and targeted the rich and powerful far more than any else. There was no fear in her attacks: they were relentless and surprising. It had finally gotten the attention of officials of the empire. Money had soon been offered, with a very strict addendum: the elves wanted the Bandit Queen alive. Having her dead wouldn't do them any good: she would become a martyr. They needed her to live, and, more importantly, they needed her in the empire's hands.

So traps had been set. People had fought. In actuality, it had been a military troop that had all but stumbled onto the Bandit Queen's camp. They'd attacked with elvish fury, but upon seeing women and children, they'd held back enough for the bandits to escape...and the escape had led them right toward a group of mercenary allies.

Like all bands, this one happened to be made of a mixture of races and creeds. Their leader was a scruffy human. Maxwell loomed over most of his men, second only in size to his half-orc second Noogock. His dwarven mail protected him well, and had likely been what had saved his life and turned the tide. True, the Bandit Queen had clearly been exhausted from getting her people free, which had likely been the real reason for her capture. The mercenaries didn't care about the details. They cared about the result.

And the result was a beautiful half-elven female trussed up in the middle of their camp. Maxwell approached her now, squatting over her body. His mussed red hair threatened to fall into his intelligent green eyes: scruffy, yes, but with a sort of appeal that many ladies found themselves drawn to. Noogock didn't have such appeal, and he loomed near his leader. As did another: a slender, whip-like woman who appeared to be all but glaring at the bound bandit. Her skin had a darkness to it that spoke to either dark elf or islander blood, and there was certainly an appeal to her exotic frame. Yet her red eyes bore into Briala with intense hatred.

"Well, well, Briala the bandit queen," Maxwell said, rubbing his stubbled chin. "I have to admit: you're better looking than they said." He chuckled and looked over his shoulder at Noogock. "What do you think? Should we let the men have her or take her for ourselves?"

"The elves want her in one piece," the woman behind said, her voice having a strange sing-song accent to it. "Besides, she's of elvish blood: you know their race is notoriously frigid. Icy winds likely flow forth whenever her legs part."

This had the half-orc chuckling, but Maxwell simply smiled at Briala. "Well, I suppose you could just give us some information instead. Though I'm betting you're going to be all stoic and reserved. Damn shame that we'll have to interrogate you..." he clicked his tongue and shook his head. The half-orc chuckled; the darkling glared, and all three looked at their captive.

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Briala had failed, and miserably. She had gotten her men and those who followed her to safety by leading a rather persistent group of mercenaries off of their trail, she was afterall the one they were after and the rest would have merely fallen as casualties if they stood between these hunters and their supposed prize and Briala wasn't one to sacrifice those who followed her for her own escape. It would have made her no better than the self righteous elven lords and ladies they stole from to service the less fortunate and those in need.

It had been decades since she last had lived among the elves, and Briala had no desire to ever return to their cold hatred and judgemental bigotry. Her mother an elven scout and her father a human merchant had met on the road all of those years ago, and from their union she had been born. Despite the love her parents had felt their time together had been brief and Briala's mother had been tasked with raising a the child that came from her coupling alone. If that hadn't been enough of a factor for her childhood to be filled with the teasings and torments of the other elven children in the city, her mother passed suddenly in a scouting trip where a troupe of orcs had fallen upon them unawares. The result was a homeless orphaned half breed living in the streets of the bright elven city, a blight and viewed as a blemish within her own 'people'.

It had led her away from elven kind with a bitterness in her heart, though she found other races to be no better until she fell upon a brotherhood of thieves in a nearby human city. The underground world she fell into was dark and welcoming, ignorant to her background and only caring for her skill. She was roughly trained for years in thieving and how to defend herself crudely with blades and a bow. It wasn't long after that she became one of the best, throwing everything she had into becoming something more than she was when she was first brought into this world. She discarded her elven name and took on one of her own, one she made hers.

In the years following she gathered a following of fellow outcasts, men and women and their children who had been wronged and thrown out by the cultures of the world they lived in. They were her people and they were worth more to her than the targets and wealth they brought in, more than her own life even which is why she sacrificed herself easily without thought and didn't flee with them.

Briala glared at dirt beneath her where she sat kneeling, ignoring the pain that bloomed over her back and side from the hit she had taken from the Orc fiend, Noogock she had heard him referred to as. They would turn her over to the elves, she knew, and from there her life of freedom would end and that mere thought pained her more than anything these honorless brutes would dish out.

She eyed them all quietly and listened to them prattle on about her as though she was not present. Briala listened intently and bit her tongue for as long as she was able until she had finally grown weary of the barbs.

"Better for an icy frigid breeze to flow forth when I part my legs than the wretched stench that I would assume permeates the air whenever you part yours," she said lightly in response to the dark elf's attempted insult. She turned to the man before her then, a handsome face but those were the ones she found you could trust the least. "And maybe if you asked me nicely I would be willing to share information? Of course I doubt anything I know would be of any importance to you," she offered in a sweet tone dripping in sarcasm as she fixed him with a hardened glare.

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ah, the defiance of an unruly captive. The mercenaries had seen that time and time again. Who hadn't seen such fire and heard those flippant words? Maxwell chuckled, already knowing that Zuri's anger would be growing with each passing moment. Well, it only worked to his advantage for his alchemist and sorcerer to be angry at his captive. Still, he couldn't very well allow a prisoner to speak like that to one of his lieutenants. So without any further indication, he lashed out with his foot, aiming to deliver a swift kick to Briala's gut. with no wind and possibly even put the point of retching, she'd be considerably quieter, at the least.

"I'm thinking that you don't quite understand your circumstances," Maxwell said, before kneeling down and grinning at his captive. "You're our prisoner, and we get to do with you whatever we want. Well," he held up a hand to cut Zuri off, "nearly. We can't kill you, because the elves want you alive for some reason," he reached out and plucked at her top, pinching it between his fingers and lifting it slightly. She'd be wearing bandit garb, which likely meant well worn leather. Not at all like Maxwell's loose chain, but not too far off from Noogock's mismashed leather pads.

"You're quite fetching when you glare like that," he said, tilting his head to the side. "You know," he looked back at his lieutenants, "I can't recall the last time we scored some elvish pussy. Either of you?"

"Been a while," the half-orc grunted.

"That's what happens when you keep taking deals with the empire," Zuri said, flicking her hands. She did eye Briala in a manner that indicated all too clearly that when Maxwell spoke about the group "scoring pussy" he wasn't simply talking about the males. Those red eyes ran along Briala's slender curves, clearly taking them in with an expert's appraisal. "I do have some new medicines I've been dying to try out..."

"Those the ones with the... what did you call 'em, permanent results?" Maxwell asked, grinning. he looked down at Briala, knowing full well that she'd be listening intently to every word, likely gritting her teeth and preparing to resist at any possible opening. He leaned a little closer. "Still don't feel like sharing? Or should I, how did you phrase it, ask more nicely?" he lashed out, aiming to slap Briala across the face this time, figuring another blow would be precisely what she required.

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The kick to her gut had her slumping over herself, crumpling with a short gasp of pain through her gritted teeth as she glanced up through the long tendrils of hair that fell over her face when she hunched over.

She heard the smug voice of that human man and it made her very skin crawl the way he was grinning and leering at her. She knew men like him, demanding and domineering, always expecting to get what they wanted. It made Briala want to stick a knife in his gut and drag it from one hip to the next. She shifted away as much as she could when his large hand had reached out to tug on her clothing lightly. Soft worn leather breaches and supportive vest she wore along with the green linen shirt were light and afforded her easy movement though not much by way of protection.

She took a turn to eye all three of her captors, grimacing and going silent, unwilling to play into their game as they threatened violence and forcing themselves. She refused to allow them to see her flinch.

Briala's mask, however, slipped slightly when she heard the dark elf mention something about a drug. Eyes widening she turned her gaze back to the ground and she chewed on her lip.

Were they poison? Some horrid painful concoction that would eat her from the inside out. She ignored the slight tremor of fear and when the man's hand struck her her head snapped back, loose curls fliying with the movement.

Briala wet her lips, tasting the welling of blood pooling in the corner of her mouth before spitting at him, eyes narrowed darkly before she leaned forward and cracked her forehead against his nose in hopes of breaking it.

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The mask slipped. Maxwell had been too busy leering to see it, and the half-orc hardly cared, but Zuri had been paying attention. She had seen the bandit queen's momentary drop, that guard lowering for those moments. She'd seen the demure gaze, the chewed lip. For a moment, Briala's elvish blood had even seemed more apparent somehow. It intrigued the shaman, and made her more determined than ever to make this spitfire her guinea pig.

Maxwell, however, still slapped her. He'd been ready to start gloating when Briala had countered. The cocky mercenary hadn't been expecting such a sudden move. Briala's head connected with his nose, resulting in a sickening crack and the young fighter jerking backward. Blood fountained out of him for a few moments before he clapped his hands to his face. "Filthy bitch!" he roared, moving to lunge forward. A hand lay upon his shoulders, primal dark magic soon surging through his body. The mercenary stiffened and groaned, shuddering, eyelids fluttering. The sheer pleasure of being healed by Zuri's magic always struck people in such a way, and often it resulted in orgasm as their bodies simply had to release the pressure in the means that made the most sense. This happened for the already aroused Maxwell now, as his relatively impressive cock shot several loads into his trousers while he jerked and spasmed.

"Gonna pay for that," Noogock growled. The impressive half-orc lunged forward, grabbing a fistful of Briala's curled hair. He wrapped it quickly in his wrists before turning and twisting, staring down into the pretty face. The orcish blood always left its mark upon those who possessed it. Noogock's twisted features had a slightly porcine look as a result. Thick tusks jutted out his jaw, and the scars only made him look worse. He reached down with another hand, grabbing onto Briala's shirt for a moment. "Ought to give you what you gave him," he growled, tugging for a moment. While Zuri finished tending the twitching Maxwell, the half-orc grinned, "Or maybe I'll do one better," he said, before moving his hand between Briala's legs. he soon began rubbing near her crotch, his intentions quite clear. "After all, you gave the boss one hell of an embarrassing orgasm. What's the saying? Eye for an eye?"

he chuckled at this as he began pawing eagerly at the spot between Briala's legs, his determination a good deal higher than his skill.

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Briala smirked when she saw the warrior fall back in pain, what she wasnxt expecting was the calculated look that the woman with them gave her through the experience. It left her unsettled and her lips twisted into a frown.

She wasn't left with much time to think on it though, Maxwell was roaring insult and lunging. Briala braced herself for an attack that never came, and after a moment she opened her eyes slowly, glancing to see why the warrior had stopped short. She could smell it on the air, the dark magic oozing around them as it healed the man in front of her eyes. Such primal and magic she had heard left many people overwhelmed, causing them to shudder and release as it seemed to be doing to the mercenary captain in front of her as he thrust gently within his pants, twitching through his climax.

Briala shifted, cursing herself for becoming distracted by the pair when she felt a large meaty fist take hold of her hair. There was a sharp pain to her scalp and she gasped in response to the way he hauled her close, his repugnant face glaring down at her own.

She felt his free hand tugging briefly at her shirt before he seemed to get a better idea, growling out something akin to her causing their leader to experience an embarrassing orgasm which at her glaring. "His own damn fault," she growled out, jerking despite his hold on her hair in attempts to free herself. "Blame your blasted witch healer for his orgasm, I had no hand in it."

When the orc's heavy hand dragged down, sliding firmly between her legs she bucked and squirmed her hips to try and get away from the persistent and rough handling. He continued to grope at her and despite herself she felt a small flare of heat blossoming in her from the ministrations that had her cheeks tinting as she cursed and writhed. "Let go of me!"

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"You're the bitch who gave him the wound in the first place," the half-orc growled, clearly not buying Briala's logic for a moment. He kept pawing and working at the bandit's crotch, mashing and pressing with lewd intent. He'd done this several times before, and could see the efforts already bearing some fruit for the pretty little thing. She looked pretty thin and fragile, the kind of girl who'd break when he skewered her with his cock. Already blood started pumping there, even though he realized that his boss would likely want to be the one punch into this pretty little thing first. Maxwell deserved it too, after what she'd done.

The flare and the curse had Noogock chuckling. "Sure thing, 'bandit queen,'" he said, chuckling. he leaned over and licked her face for a moment, before releasing her crotch with his hand. He held it out for a moment so that she could see that he had, indeed, let go of her there. Of course, his other hand remained in her hair, several chestnut strands looped tight around his fist. He then jerked her forward.

"Besides, I'm thinking that a naughty little girl like you should be spanked," he said, chuckling. He shifted and brought his meaty hand down upon Briala's rear. The crack sounded loud even with her pants to cushion the blow. The orc certainly didn't hold back: he clearly intended Briala to feel it. He brought his hand up and delivered another slap to the bandit's tight ass, before beating a near steady rhythm along it, all the while twisting her head up so that she'd look toward his boss and the shaman.

Said boss was still twitching, but Zuri watched with some amusement. Her lips twisted for a moment as she saw her companion's hand rise and fall, delivering blows to the naughty little thing. It did strike Zuri as a good start to a proper punishment, but she also thoroughly liked Noogock's twisted sense of justice. She turned, yelling for subordinates. Several were to take Maxwell to his tent to recuperate, while others were to head to hers and gather her medicine satchel. Then she turned to watch, her eyes glinting with obvious pleasure, as the half-orc continued spanking the bandit queen.

The long lick across her face had Briala shuddring violently in the other bastards arms as she struggled against her bindings to break free from his hold to get away from the orc's tongue. She felt a slight pang of relief when his hand left the juncture between her legs and she bit back the sigh she wanted to release before her eyes flew open as the large creature jerked her around by her hair.

She felt herself getting positioned and heard the chuckle in his voice as the large hand came down over her clothed ass and had her lurching forward against him, startled by the flare of pain that raced through her.

"Get off of me," she ground out, unable to bite back the angry words and violent thoughts any longer. "You disgusting, vile piece of filth," she spat out before her body jerked violently again in pain at the next broad handed strike. She groaned and shifted her hips, her hands tugging violently at the rope looped around her wrists to restrain them.

The harsh blows took on a steady rhythm and she bit her lip so hard she could taste the blood welling up again from where the warrior before had struck her. Briala was unable to hide her face, the orc's hand using it's grip in her hair to force her to stare directly at the mercenary captain and their shaman.

Briala pressed her lips together firmly, determined not to cry out against the forcefuk strikes despite the overwhelming pain she felt growing with each one. She stared openly, feeling a bit of triumph when she saw the warrior being taken to a tent to recover though it faltered when she caught sight of the dark elf watching her. The woman was getting a twisted pleasure watching Briala suffer through the orc's rough treatment on her and it caused the tinting in her cheeks to return in embarrassment as she shifted, testing the hold on her hair.

"I will kill you, one day," she muttered out around rhe heavy handed blows. "I will find you and gut you like the pig you are," she seethed at the orc.

"Might get off in you, or maybe on you, but ain't getting off you," the half-orc replied, chuckling at his own humor. He could hear the insults and all, but he'd actually been called worse by his own mother, let alone some uppity forest bitch. This girl should've learned her lesson, applied her skills to a band like theirs. Sure, she'd probably have fucked the boss by now, good looking wench like her, probably have fucked Zuri too. Noogock knew full well that those two shared all kinds of meat between them. Sometimes he got to join in as well.

For now though, he was thoroughly enjoying humiliating "the Bandit Queen." what a stupid title: the slut was just another pretty face who happened to have gotten people to follow her. Smack her ass a few times and she spat and moaned just like everyone else. Noogock could even hear her threats.

"You'll have to get in line for that, bandit slut," he replied before delivering another hard blow to her clothed rear. He stopped hammering her for a moment, his hand instead returning to grope along between her legs. "I'm betting you're all hot and bothered, right? You're a half-elf. Everybody knows those type got daddy issues. Bet that's why you're all uptight and self-righteous. Daddy never loved you enough," he chuckled and patted her sex a few times, the gesture clearly condescending.

"Enjoying yourself?" Zuri asked as she walked closer, looking down at the two. "You're looking rather flushed, bandit slut," she exchanged a smile and a look with Noogock; sometimes the half-orc's lake of finesse worked. At that moment, a scrawny looking guard arrived with a bag that appeared to be made out of poorly stitched together skin. Zuri began sorting through it, drawing out various implements while the half-orc kept rubbing Briala. "We're going to be trying out a new little drug I've been working on. We're always looking for aphrodisiacs and the like," she gave Briala a knowing look, "sex can be so monotonous sometimes, all that thrusting and cumming. We've tried a few things, but then something occurred to me: why not use darkly primal magics to ignite a heat frenzy within someone?" Zuri smiled as she drew out the various vials and a long needle. She punctured the needle through several holes. "Unfortunately we're still working out the bugs. Last subject went insane: needed too much fucking. This dose though, if I've got it right, should just make it so that the subject goes into a regular heat needing to be fucked, oh," the darkling shrugged, "every few hours or so? We're really going to need to test it out first. I suppose I should ask for your consent."

She fell silent as she pierced a few more needles into a few more vials of liquid and semi-solid, eyes falling on the Bandit Queen, who was, of course, still being groped by a burly half-orc.

The orc's vulgar threats only left her more determined not to react and cry out. She could feel his arousal and Briala wouldnxt add to it by playing into his games. At the remark against her name though she let out a sharp pained laugh. "You say that as though you have any room to speak, Noogock," she all but laughed despite her pain.

His hand had stopped it's assault and began pawing at her, rubbing crudely at her crotch, the motions shocking a gasp from her in the intense way his fingers rubbed at her, causing the leather of her pants to press against her and stimulate her through her underthings. She sucked in a slow breath and tried to ignore the way the beating her ass had endured had in fact begun to arouse her, humiliated at how her body reacted, but fighting it all the same.

The insults to her history, her family had her smirking silently. Her own people insulted her better, this crude dimwitted oaf wouldn't cause her emotional pain as he stumbled to explain why she was the way she was.

The dark elf woman was suddenly there, pulling vials and saying things in that lught accent that had Briala staring, focusing on those blood red eyes-anything to distract her from the hand currently groping at her clothed sex.

There was mention of a drug, of madness and forcing heat upon their victim that would leave them helpless to deny urges for more than a few hours at a time. She began thrashing in the orc's hold in earnest then, eyes widening as Briala fought desperately to get away from the needles the woman was preparing. Such a drug would render her helpless, if it worked and insane if it didn't. She began shouting wordlessly as she brought a sharp knee up against the orc's legs before planting her feet on the ground and attempting to rip herself out of his hold.

"Plenty of room: I'm not the one tied up," the half-orc replied, clearly only partially understanding what the bandit had been indicating. He was far more interested and intrigued in rubbing her sex. He could already feel some heat rising from within her: her body betraying her as so often happened. The temptation arose within him: just grab her pants, yank them down, shove that pretty head to the dirt and start rutting against her till she trembled and screamed. He'd done it before, likely would do it again. Except that now he couldn't: Maxwell would want first dibs, or maybe his darklng slut.

Zuri's words clearly connected, because Briala had begun bucking. Noogock grunted, abandoning his efforts at getting the pretty female off in exchange for holding her in place. He leaned forward, using his much larger size to attempt to pin her down a little more firmly. Thick arms as strong as steel bands would lock around Briala, holding her tight, refusing to let her upper body, at the least, get away. Soon she'd feel his hardened cock poking against her butt, their layers of leather protecting direct contact. The orc felt the knee connect and winced: bitch could hit, he had to give her that.

"Oh, quit your whining," Zuri said, gathering needles and stepping forward. "I'm just going to permanently alter your sexual chemistry. You're already a disgusting half-elf," she lifted the first needle, clearly taking aim. "I'm just going to bring out who you really are."

She darted forward then, moving with almost supernatural speed. Noogock didn't see the movement, and it was unlikely that even Briala would see more than a dark blur. she would, however, feel the sharp prick on her neck. A purple mist curled out from the spot for a moment before sinking down, forming a dark violet heart against the woman's skin. "The drug should start working fairly quickly," Zuri said, "seeing as Noogock got your arousal going and you're already getting your blood pumping. Its effects are going to depend on when you last had a cock shoved up your dry snatch," she drew another needle, arm again blurring as she applied another dose, hitting the same spot again. "If you're a sweet little virgin, you should be feeling the ache almost instantly. If you've had someone, it'll take a little longer. Hell, if you actually got to spread your legs for one of your lucky men, you might be able to resist for, oh, a day or so?" Zuri giggled and then drew out more needles. "I should probably hit you with something to increase sensitivity though: we're gonna want you to cum a few times before my darling Maxwell gets to fuck you silly."

Briala felt the orc begin to move her, wrapping his arms around her in a vice like grip as he forced her to still, clutching her body tightly to his. Any squirming or movement could only be done by the lower half of her body, and it caused her hips to move, grinding her ass back against the half-orc's rigid cock that pressed heatedly between their clothes against her ass.

She hardly saw the dark shaman move, her speed blinding but she felt the sharp prick against the flesh of her neck, the needle sinking in after it pierced her skin. The pain passed and she felt a slow warmth and heat begin to pump through her veins.

Briala was no virgin, but she hadn't had time with the recent bounty on her head to bed anyone as of late. The years had stretched on between partners to the point of being damn near celibate and it had worry rush through her, wondering when the affects would hit her.

"Again with your insults to my sex, makes me wonder just what is so awful about yours. Is it lined with teeth or dried out like you are attempting to call mine? No wonder your darling Maxwell searches for others to sink his cock into," she hissed. "And touch me with another one of your concoctions and when I get free your orc friend won't be the only one who dies by my blades. I will not be cumming by your hand or anyone elses."

She knew the threats were hollow from her position but she held that blood red gaze with her own brown eyes all the same, unyielding and pouring all of the malice she felt for this witch into her glare.

"Teeth makes sense," Noogock offered as Briala finished her insults. He just smiled at the darkling as she favored him with a harsh look. Zuri looked back at Briala as the bandit kept hissing.

"Well, she's obviously not a chaste maiden," the shaman said, tapping her fingers to her cheek, "or she'd be writhing and, well, probably not begging, since this bitch likes to be all high and mighty, but she'd probably be feeling the intense pain that comes from repressed heat," Zuri considered the writhing woman a little longer. She could see Briala's rage, practically feel it seething toward her as the woman all but spat. It would be foolish not to still consider someone who'd earned the title "Bandit Queen" as a threat. Noogock might think her just another sex to jab himself into, but Zuri knew better. She'd seen the way this woman commanded and fought: she would've been at least a match for Maxwell, possibly even winning under certain conditions. Just because they'd injected her with something to alter her sexual cycles didn't mean they'd eliminated the threat.

"You are going to cum," the shaman said. "I'm going to make you cum a few times, till your tight bandit pants are all soaked at the crotch. Then we'll let you simmer in your juices while Maxwell recovers all his sperm. Only when he's ready and you're writhing will we let him skewer your bandit pussy with his thick cock," she overenuciated the last few words, practically clicking them. She finished with another little giggle, almost clapping her hands. The shaman did step back, waving for another guard to step forward and bring a chair so that she might sit and watch.

Which left Noogock to deal with the still struggling Briala. Since he didn't see any reason not to, he continued his work at groping the young woman. Meaty hands started working against her flesh, this time primarily focused on her chest. His arms could remain locked around her while he palmed and squeezed, mashing his hand against her and working that flesh. He gave a breast a hard squeeze, fingers digging deep, before looking toward the shaman. "Do we get to take off anything?" he asked.

"Not the pants for sure," Zuri said almost absently, "you should just reach inside or something. It'll still work," she gave another smile. The half-orc nodded and shifted an arm, clearly trying to figure out where was the best angle to get his hand up or down or under Briala's shirt to get to her heaving breasts beneath.

Briala glared at the dark elf bitch, wanting to hurl insults and wishing she had the strength to break from from the orc currently holding her back. She narrowed her gaze at the woman's promises of making her cum and leaving her a writhing mess for her, well whatever that Maxwall character was to her, to take and use.

She felt large hands, arms still pinning her slightly, begin to grope over her chest, fingers digging into her clothed breasts and making her writhe again, trying to ignore the way the man's cock ground against her ass witj every movement she made. Briala let her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she swallowed back to moans threatening to tear themselves from her throat.

Her breasts swelled amply under her normally loose linen shirt, the fabric pulled taut from the orcs fondling. She felt some slight relief at the fact that her leather vest laced tightly would hinder him. Those searching fingers pawed at her though, his tight grip forcing him back against his large chest as she continued to writhe, struggling to keep her ass as far from his large member as she could.

It was then that she began to feel slow tendrils of heat begin to snake through her. Briala's very core seemed to flare to life and desire was slowly pulsing in her veins. Her brow furrowed and she shifted uncomfortably as she felt her sex begin to throb. Why hadn't she made time for a lover more recently to spare herself this fate for at least another day or two? She fought back the heat and want that felt like it was slowly beginning to build up in painful intensity, swearing breathlessly as she did.

Noogock chuckled as he felt his captive squirm against him. She clearly wanted his thick cock: kept pressing that tight little ass of hers against him, moving up and down. The friction caused Noogock to grow even further, and he was getting more and more determined to say "fuck Maxwell" and take the brunette then and there. "Does the bandit queen want her tight little ass plugged by a thick cock?" the orc asked, daring to shift one of his arms down enough to give Briala's rear a little squeeze. he shifted his grip again, pulling against her, pressing tight.

Her clothing irritated him. That vest got in the way, pulling her breasts flat and actually providing hindrance to the half-orc's ungainly hands. He growled as he fought to try and get around it, finally moving to start tearing at the flaps and laces holding it together in front. He almost felt like a heat of his own had started: he needed to feel this beautiful woman's breasts or sex or something. Even better if he could sink his stiff cock inside her warm body.

Yes, warm: Noogock could literally feel the heat rising. "I think it's working, Zuri," he said, looking over to her. The darkling rose up then, taking a few steps forward, studying their captive. The dark face drew close enough for Briala to see the various shaman markings etched into her skin. A golden stud pierced one side of her nose, and something dark red had stained her lips an almost purple.

"Can you feel it, bandit slut?" she asked, her voice practically hissing. "The rising heat within you. For it to be this quick it had to be, what, months? Years? Since you let someone between your legs. You're regretting that now, wondering why you hadn't just taken one of those handsome subordinates of yours. The ones that stared at your pretty little face or that tight ass or maybe even your barely there breasts. You wouldn't quite be so desperate for half-orc cock then, would you?"

She chuckled, and tossed her head. "Or maybe you're denying yourself. Want the soft flesh of another woman pressed against you? To feel those curves as another rounded body pressed along you, your lips wrapped tightly together," Zuri licked her lips, then smacked them. "Don't worry: that sensation won't kill you. Nobody ever died from not getting fucked. Well, it won't render you lifeless. If you don't get fucked soon you will lose your mind and become nothing more than a needy fuckpig."

Zuri pulled her lips together and shrugged slightly. Clearly at least one person wasn't seeing this fate as much of an issue.

Briala felt the orc's hands begin tugging and pulling at her top again in earnest and her head fell forward, the long loose falling in ringlets and curls around her face as she panted softly against the rising heat. Gods she wanted something to sate this craving, this absolute hunger she felt tearing through her.

She growled angrily at the words the dark skinned shaman whispered, looking up at her through half lidded eyes to glare when she found her self stuck staring at the woman's dark stained lips. A blush flared over her cheeks at the woman's taunting words and the ideas of a woman's body pressing into her own had her shuddering.

When the orc managed to snap the lacing free of her binding vest, her breasts suddenly swelling, unhindered and no longer pulled flat by the leather. She let out a startled moan as her breasts fell free, the release from their confines enough to make her arch hungrily into the orc's broad hands. The waves of lust crashing through her rose in their intensity and she found her self grinding back against his lengthening cock now instead of avoiding it like before.

Looking for friction, for anything she rolled her hips back with a soft gasp. Her head fell back to rest against the orc's chest as her eyes squeezed shut. She felt embarrassed by her actions, shame and guilt rushing through her as she struggled to rationalize her actions, logically dismiss what she was doing. Her mind was unable to focus and she let out a soft moan as she arched again, hands struggling with the bindings for different reasons than nust thoughts of escape.

When she was able to open her eyes again, she stared at the dark elf, "What...what have you done to me?"

Those breasts broke free, albeit likely still covered by the shirt beneath. Noogock chuckled as he felt them bounding free, his hands working them with greater fervor. The bandit must have felt it too, for she started grinding against his cock with earnest. The half-orc had been in many a seedy tavern where far uglier girls performed the same action. To see a girl of Briala's caliber rubbing against him: the half-orc felt his cock stiffen, even leak slightly. She'd gasped and moved and writhed like, well, like a slut in heat. he chuckled and kept rubbing her, his hand now sliding underneath her shirt, seeking out her breast, likely covered by some sort of undergarment.

Both watched her struggle and pull, knowing that the heat was taking over her previously unwilling body. Zuri licked her lips, practically drooling, and of course Noogock's hips had started to rock, angling so that Briala's unwanted gyrations ground heavily upon him. Might as well get the full advantage of the hot little thing.

"I told you," Zuri said to the question, meeting those brown eyes with her own. "You're going into heat. Sexual desire will build up within you, so fierce you'll have never felt it before. It shouldn't increase fertility; if anything your increased status might make you less fertile. But your body is going to crave the sexual stimulation. It suddenly needs an orgasm for some reason, the magic and the potions having forced you into it. As I said," she stepped forward and ran her fingers along Briala's crotch, "it will soon be so intense that you can't help yourself. I suppose you could try to resist, but you strike me as juuuust pragmatic enough to realize that getting fucked beats losing your mind. That and it's entirely likely you're not going to care in a few minutes."

she chuckled and licked her lips again, before swaying, almost looking drunk as she ran her red eyes up and down Briala's gyrating body.

The dark elf's words only half reached her as Briala began to lose focus on everything not built around the physical. She groaned and her chest arched again into the orc's hands. The cloth she used to tie down her breasts and bind them further against herself in case the vest ever came loose in battle, was made of a light almost sheer fabric that allowed the skin to breathe despite the tight wrapping. She bowed her back a little bit more, urging the orc's hands to remove the fabric even as she whimpered despite her want.

It was wrong and the emotions were warring with themselves in her head. She hated how needy and hungry she had become. Hated how her body was reacting so aggressively towards the ministrations of these two people that on any other day she would kill without hesitation. Now? She felt like she was at their mercy. She bit back the pleas threatening to escape her voice, refusing to beg, instead moaning wordlessly as her body searched for release from the desire.

When the shaman approached she couldn't deny the dark wlf was right. Giving in to spare her sanity would be logical and despite her desires to fight and struggle and deny herself the idea of eventually succumbing to insanity and falling into some crazed frenzied state was more terrifying than giving in and letting her captors use her.

Her hips arched at the trail of that long dark fingers along her sex and it had her crying out lightly in want. Her hips rocked, searching for more friction along her clothed sex, despite the way the orc ground his hardening cock against her ass.

That moan reverberated down to Noogock's core. It felt as if it vibrated all the way to his cock, shooting up and calling it forward. He felt the thick member strain all the more, pressing against that hard little ass. Hips had rocked, and Noogock could feel their prisoner, who'd been so vehement before, now needily pushing herself against him. Then that cry! He had to chuckle, not thinking he'd ever have heard such sweet words from such a hot woman.

"What's the matter?" Zuri teased as she continued to run her hands along Briala's rolling hips. She drew them coyly, clearly wanting to see the bandit arching upward to try and meet her. "What happened to all those strong, powerful words you were spitting at us?" She said, practically purring. She let out a soft laugh and reached for the lacing at the front of Briala's trousers, toying with them. "Weren't you going to kill us both? Or cut out our eyes or something like that?"

Noogock chuckled and used his fingers to push aside the fabric. "Needy slut doesn't even wear proper underthings. Not a lady at all," he chuckled, but slid his coarse hand down. The orc groaned, his cock surging again, as his hand palmed the beautiful bandit's breast. He could feel the swollen mound, likely tender thanks to the heat, beneath his palm. He drew said palm down along the nipple, flicking it before giving the breast a little squeeze. Chuckling, he began rocking his hips back and forth, sawing slightly against Briala's back.

"If you beg sweetly, we'll give you what you need," Zuri promised, playing with the lacing now. "Just say it. You know the words. Tell the big bad half-orc and the darkling just what you want, 'bandit slut.'"

The orc's grinding was doing nothing for the friction she needed and she rolled her hips back roughly to try and get him to snap and just take what he wanted already. His hands on the other hand were perfect, molding and squeezing and palming at her sensitive breasts. They felt tender and they rose and fell as she sucked in her air in measured gasps.

The dark elf was toying with her, hands on Briala's hips as she alternated between trying to tempt the orc into having his way with her and arching forward, searchiing for the other woman in any way she could reach her. Anything, just to grind her sex on something to alleviate the cursed pressure.

"Still plan on killing you...would leave your eyes though," she moaned through the heat. "Want to watch as your life left them." She let out another sharp cry, knowing it discredited her threats when she felt the dark elf begin toying with the laces of her breeches.

Briala threw her head back again as her light brown eyes slammed shut, the temptation being to great the lust and desire becoming to much to stand. "Please," she whimpered out finally, voice coming in choppy gasps. "Please, anything, do anything just make me cum. Gods, anything..." Her chest arched into the broad hands of the orc searching for more stimulation.

Were Zuri not there, Noogock would've had this woman already. Her constant grinding, the pressure against his cock, was nearly driving him to madness as it was. He wanted to skewer her more than he could recall wanting something in quite some time. He didn't care bout her paltry threats, particularly when they were moaned as if they were sweet nothings. That sharp cry might as well have summoned his cock. The half-orc's hand already went between his legs, readying his member.

The darkling stared at the closed eyes, knowing full well what Noogock was doing. It was tempting to yang those breeches down and let the half-orc have his way. In Briala's state, she'd probably have let an actual animal fuck her: the heat was eating away at her staunch manner quite readily. Yet Zuri knew how to treat Maxwell, and she knew what to do now. But first, ah, yes, the eyes opened, the whimper left the needy little bitch. anything, anything to make her cum:

Success!

"You heard the bandit slut," Zuri said, before moving again. she shifted, hand diving between Briala's legs. Instead of pulling aside the woman's breeches or delving up to play with her sex, the darkling's hand moved to where the half-orc had been readying his cock. She drew the bulbous thing out: the impressive meaty shaft jutting out. Leather and underthing would prevent direct contact or insertion, but Briala was now effectively riding the half-orc's almost foot-long member. It flapped against her writhing stomach, leaving no room.

"You're going to grind down on him, bandit slut," Zuri said. She moved her hand, now sliding between flesh. She dove in the front of the britches, feeling around. If Briala wore nothing but a binding across her chest, perhaps there wouldn't be anything below either. The darkling would soon discover, and not much sooner after that she'd be trailing her fingers along the inside of said garment. Delicate dark hands would wiggle and work in the small amount of room left between Briala and Noogock's pulsing, leaking member.

The half-orc began working those breasts now, giving up pinning in exchange for grabbing onto both of Briala's breasts at once. His head descended to start kissing and nibbling her neck, figuring that the brunette was hardly in a place to argue. Both lieutenants worked the bandit queen over, teasing and rubbing and tugging and showering her with sexual attentions at such a degree that she very well might have been fighting off an orgasm even without the poison surging through her body.

Briala felt overcome the rigid cock of the orc was between her legs and before the order fully left the dark elfs lips she was grinding down on his leaking member with fervor. The friction caused her to moan gratefully and she rocked and rolled her hips over him expertly, using her years of footwork and the street training she got as a fighter to work over the giant cock.

The shaman's hands were slipping inside of her leather breeches and she felt the light pale underthings she wore getting shoved aside. The dark elf's fingers wriggling and she ground her sex down against the motions and felt her lips open in a silent cry as she felt tremors roll through her.

The orc's hands on her breasts became positively overwhelming and she continued to arch her chest into his hands while being careful to continue the rocking and rolling of her hips.

The feel of his mouth coming down on the flesh of her neck, kissing and pressing nips along the unblemished skin had her head falling to the side, offering him more, as she begged for him to bite down harder.

Briala could feel tendrils of shame working over her but the lust and heat drove such thoughts out from her mind. A warm flush spread from her cheeks down, flaring over her skin as she felt like she was burning from the inside out. She was so close. Her eyes fell shut and she became lost in the motions, startled gasps and moans working their way free from her lips as she struggled between the two mercenaries searching desperately for release.

Such a light garb underneath: this bandit queen really didn't believe in much weighing her down, did she? Zuri chuckled, and her laughter only grew as she watched her work. Within moments Briala had started gyrating like the slut they'd been proclaiming her since her arrival. Those movements could only be born of the need primeval, and it made Zuri's own arousal mount. She ran her hand along her body as she stared, burning the image into her mind. She knew there would be nights in the future where she'd picture this: the beautiful bandit queen crying out while she ground upon filthy half-orc cock and arched her slender hips up against Zuri's questing digits.

The darkling extended her central finger. She thrust it down, sinking it into the hot wet of Briala's overworked sex. Zuri hardly needed to move: all of Briala's gyrations practically resulted in her skewering herself upon her. The darkling chuckled and curled and twirled, moving her finger as best she could, wanting to work that sex all the more. she could feel the heat gathering, knew what that meant. The urge to seize those brunette locks and kiss her was nearly overwhelming, only Zuri's desire to see the realization of orgasm on that face stopped her.

Noogock groaned a guttural moan as well. The writhing woman pressed down hard, undulated in ways he hadn't expected. The half-orc didn't know who had taught Briala how to work a cock, but that person deserved a fucking pat on the back. The slender bandit slut did a wonderful job rolling her hips up and down. noogock could feel his member being rubbed and rolled his own hips. Balls tightened and the cock started to leak, ropey cum starting to bubble off the top. Noogock hissed and gripped tight against the bandit, his hands using her breasts as handles, his hips rising to get her to fully sit upon him so he might cum.

Zuri noticed both the others' arousal. She shifted her hand, instead moving to push Noogock's cock against Briala. The pulsing thing now pointed directly up the bandit's body, its leaking fluid starting to run down the narrow gap of the opened pants. "That's it, my lovelies," Zuri cooed, rubbing the cock and stirring it against the pussy beneath, "I want to hear you both cum: release your pleasure upon one another. I'm sure you'll both love and cherish the moment forever."

The way the dark elf was watching them left Briala shuddering and she let out a soft groan as she writhed under those piercing blood red eyes. She felt the woman's long talented fingers sinking into her sex twisting curling within her as her passage clenched tightly against the woman's searching digits. She continued to shift her hips, finally finding a pattern that allowed her to grind down on the cock of the beast behind her while still fluctuating and piercing herself on the dark elfs finger.

The way the half orc was letting out deep moans and noises had Briala shaking, arousal washing over her further to hear the other person expressing their own need, mingling it with her own. She continued to work over his cock, letting out a whimper when he used her breasts as leverage to grind up into her while pulling her down against his hips.

From the shift of the other woman's hand to the grinding of the orc's cock against her while gripping her breasts she felt herself begin to tremble before she was wrenched over the edge of her climax, letting out a cry just short of a scream as she came. Her body convulsed as tremor after tremor of liquid heat washed over her, Briala's sex causing her underthings to become soaked from her release. Her body writhed through the aftershocks, hips grinding against the half-orc's cock, as she let out a soft moan, body falling back against his as she panted, breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath.

Such pleasure. The sheer overwhelming joy of it caused Zuri to tremble in ecstasy. She watched as that bitch Briala, so mouthy mere moments before, ground herself down upon the cock Zuri had shoved against her. Zuri could see each twitch, heard the cry, worked to draw it out even louder. Heads would turn to stare at them, witnessing as the bandit queen came upon a half-orc's cock in the middle of their compound. They would see her crying out and arching against her grotesque lover, see the darkling enthralled.

Noogock was far more focused on something else: his own thunderous orgasm. The half-orc roared, his voice providing counterpoint to Briala's. His thick cock shot ropy strands of off-white cum. The cream splattered over the bandit's front, lacing her with long hot strands of it. First one giant load that practically threatened to hit her between those heaving breasts. Then another shorter one that stained up to her bellybutton. Then several more leaked, the darkling moving then. Noogock could see Zuri using his cock like a paintbrush, smearing the arousal along the base of Briala's belly. The soft flesh would be painted in a glistening shade of white, with more drizzling down underneath her stretched waistband.

"There you go," Zuri purred, leaning forward to lick Briala's neck. "Such a pretty thing, cumming like that. And just think: this is what it's going to be like for you now," she tapped the cock against Briala's sex, forcing another few droplets to land. "Every few hours great orgasms." Zuri let out a giggle before leaning down, pulling her lips along Noogock's member. The half-orc let out a groan, clearly surprised at the surface.

The darkling pulled up, gathering some of the seed in her mouth. Smiling, she reached for those lovely strands of hair, tilting Briala's head toward her. Lips lowered. A tongue extended, delivering the load into the exhausted bandit woman. Zuri remained still, determined to have Briala swallow the stuff before she parted, smiling coyly down at her captive, knowing that the orgasm would hammer home their point:

Briala the bandit queen was forever changed.