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

She lay back against the orc's chestx not even caring as her body trembled in exhaustion as the last of her aftershocks worked through her. She groaned when the orc came, ignoring the way his cum painted her front.

As Briala came down from her high she felt overwhelmed. The relief from her release was overwhelming, the small tendrils of shame and guilt began creeping up over her. With a frown she shifted, a bit, hands straining against the ropes on her wrists. Her arms ached and she desperately wanted to cover herself again, the blush on her cheeks blooming from embarrassment.

When the dark elf giggled about this being her life now, being chained to need every few hours her eyes narrowed, a dark glare coming over her features. The idea of being trapped, of requiring someone else to relieve her aches constantly was disconcerting to say the least and it left a pocket of rage flaring in her chest.

When the dark elf leaned in her tongue offering some of the half orc's seed upon her tongue she jerked her head away, backing as far into the beast behind her's chest as she could, her eyes narrow as she focused her dark glare on the dirt in front of her.
 
Bits of cum stretched from Zuri to Briala. The darkling chuckled and leaned back, seeing that the drugs certainly hadn't done much to damage Briala's willpower or personality. The bandit queen acted oh so proud, while half-orc cum dried all up and down her disheveled front. Zuri chuckled and backed away, wiping herself off on Briala's vest. "I think we're done for now," she said.

Noogock wasn't as sure. His cock had grown considerably more flaccid, but he was keenly aware that he hadn't gotten to stick it into anything. The bandit seemed totally relaxed in his arms. Noogock released her and stepped back, almost certain that she'd be slumping right down to the ground, his cum still drizzling down her front. The half-orc looked to the darkling, clearly ready to declare that he still had a good deal of work to do.

"I said we're done," the darkling reiterated. "She's well aware of what's going to happen to her, and her initial heat is over now," Zuri smiled and looked down. "Just look at her: all covered in half-orc jism, disheveled and wanton," Zuri crouched for a moment, smiling. "Yet still so proud. I wonder how much of that will stay," she tutted and then licked her fingers again. "Come along, Noogock, we've got to inform our employers and prepare Maxwell. Briala the Bandit Slut will be squirming and writhing in a few hours again, and I fully intend to have my darling ready to mount her like the slut she is."

She paused, looking to Noogock, "You should probably find one of the camp girls."

The half-orc again looked toward the filthy bandit, clearly still wanting to slack his lust upon her. However, he rolled his arm and tucked his spent member inside his garb again. All Noogock did was give Briala a nudge as he walked by. "Enjoy fucking the crazies," he growled as he stormed off determined to do precisely what Zuri suggested.

Said female crazy favored Briala with another smile. She then called a few guards over, telling them to watch her and be ready to report but "Don't fuck her if she asks for it: that's for the boss," she then blew the bandit a kiss before sauntering off. The guards waited for a while, until a middle age one walked near Briala. He dropped a rag near her, along with a full waterskin, before nudging away, mumbling something about how they were mercenaries, not animals. Perhaps they'd talk, but no one would do or address Briala for some time, waiting instead for that second heat to begin affecting her...
 
Briala felt the half-orc leave from behind her and her legs gave out as she slumped to the ground, body aching as sat there in the dirt. She felt filthy and used and could hear the orc behind her still grousing and interested in more. Briala swallowed and slammed her eyes shut tight, hoping he would leave, praying to the gods he would disappear.

To her shock the dark elf seemed to answer her wants yet again. She advised the other lieutenant to slack his lusts elsewhere before she said she would go and alert the elves to their capturing her and prepare her Maxwell for what she could only assume was to be that next round the shaman alluded that Briala knew was going to happen.

She heard the half-orcs parting words and a small piece of her wondered if she perhaps would have been safer in his arms than those of the other two. At least with the brute she knew what he wanted was as basic as cumming, and she could use something like that to her advantage. The other two? The dark elf had seemed content just watching and offering a hand in causing their coupling while Maxwell...she never trusted a pretty face, not on a man like him.

When the guards approached she shuffled slightly on her knees, at least glad her hands had been unbound. She sat there mutely, feeling like she had failed, covered in filth and spent she worked on repairing her clothing, attempting to cover herself. A guard approached and it had her freezing, preparing for a fight when he merely left a clean rag and water skin near her. She stared at the kind gesture before she glanced up at him, affording him with a brief nod of thanks.

She cleaned herself as best she could and repaired and resituatied her cothing as best she could, though her vest was utterly useless now without any lacing. She bundled it up and used the leather to rest her head on the dirt, shutting her eyes against the noise in the camp.

It wasn't much longer before her eyes snapped open, those tendrils of heat having returned, prickling at her to go and seek release before it buit up again. Briala shut her eyes, wishing to sleep through it, squirming when instead it got worse.
 
A nod, and the guard looked almost relieved. He didn't want to piss off the bandit: they were handing her over alive for one thing. If she told the elves what they'd done... the guard wasn't stupid. Elves were a vengeful, prideful lot. They might hate this woman, but something told him they wouldn't be thrilled about debasing her and drugging her as they had. The crazies were going to get them killed. There was also the chance that the Bandit Queen's forces found them instead. Either way, the guard was hedging his bets: you didn't become a middle-aged mercenary by being stupid.

He and his companion sat, chatting somewhat. He'd made sure to dim the noise slightly as he realized that the bandit queen had been attempting to sleep. Somehow he didn't expect that would last long, not if this heat was as bad as the shaman said. He eyed Briala from time to time, and wasn't all that surprised to see her soon squirming.

"Bitch needs fucked again," said the other guard, chuckling. "Hey bandit queen, why don't you try and do it yourself?" He smirked at that, his eyes raking over Briala's writhing body, clearly enjoying the sight. "Who knows: maybe it'll make you feel better."

"Idiot," the survivor mumbled. He shook his head, looking to Briala again. Was she feeling the heat? He needed to stay just a bit longer, to confirm. The moment he knew for certain, he'd be off. The crazies would want to know, after all. If anyone besides their boss entered the queen... well, the survivor didn't like their chances, at least not at keeping their dicks attached to their bodies.
 
Briala's hips arched off of the ground at the idea and she quickly let het own hand drop below her breeches to work over herself furiously. She writhed slightly when it only edged her, making her feel even more aroused rather than bringing her release.

Her eyes slammed shut, feeling the first slow wave of heat wash over her as she trembled in the dirt. She threw her head back, light brown hair fanning out around her as she writhed. This was to be her life? This crippling need assaulting her every few hours? The realization of the truth behind the dark elf's words, actually feeling it snd seeing it happen had her moaning in frustration. She was going to be useless, incapable of solitude, of even something as simple as escape.

The guards were just standing and talking and it drove her mad that they were doing anything. The kind one who jad brought her water and a rag and been considerate was probably unlikely to fold, to break akd offer her release. The other, the one mocking her plight? Perhaps she could get him to give in and offer her some sort of reprieve. Besides, she knew it was unlikely she would escape Maxwell's attentions soon, but to have one of his own guards beat him in taking her? Would be a dig she wouldn't mind.

With a soft gasp her free hand came up, dragging her shirt higher as her fingers worked over herself furiously. "Please," she whimpered, large eyes focusing on the guard hungrily. "I won't tell them, won't say a word," she lied easily, back arching, "Just please help me. I will do anything."
 
The mocking guard continued to chuckle as he watched the bandit queen attempting to get herself off. That same beauty had been glaring at him, looking all high and mighty. Now she writhed in the dirt, probably with that disgusting half-orc's seed still dried on her clothing, looking worse than some of the alley whores the guard had fucked. Except most of them hadn't looked half as appealing as Briala the Bandit Queen. how many people had actually gotten to fuck that woman?

The guard glanced around as he heard her begging. His eyes were drawn to a bit of skin that showed as her shirt raised higher, then to those hungry eyes. The guard had never seen a woman look so hungry, save for a time or two when he'd seen that crazy bitch Zuri staring at the boss. When Briala arched, the guard felt his cock stir within his breeches. He'd never get a chance like this again: he knew that much. The cock-hungry, heated slut would do just about anything; they'd all seen her riding on Noogock only a few hours before, and he looked a damn sight better than the half-orc.

At the same time, the guard didn't want to end up dead. Maxwell might not kill a guard for something like that, but Zuri sure as hell would, or she'd make it even worse. Still, the guard didn't see why he couldn't enjoy himself a little. He was willing to bet nobody'd mind if he got her to put on a little show...

"How about you show off a little for me, eh?" he asked, turning to face her fully. "Let me see just how much you really want it," he grinned, palming his cock through his breeches. he could see the beautiful girl writhing already: what would she do if he even hinted at her getting the cock she so obviously craved, hmm?
 
He wasn't as easily tempted as the half-orc, damn. Briala squirmed, her shallow pants becoming half formed whines as she struggled to give herself release to no avail. She worked over herself, hips rolling against her own fingers in earnest as she struggled.

"Please," she gasped out, "Gods, do something." If she could get him distracted and lure him in before the heat set in and she lost all of her mental faculties she might still stand a chance at ruining the dark elf's hopes at presenting her precious Maxwell with an unsullied present...and the guard would lose his life. A small silver lining in this cursed situation.

Briala's free hand came up to tug on the front of her shirt, loosening the neckline so could be dragged down and reveal the swell of her breasts where the swayed with her motions. Her searching hand gripped at one tightly through the thin linen as she let out a soft moan.

She glanced up then, wide brown eyes locking onto the guards as she sank her teeth into her bottom lip and let out a little gasp, hoping it would be enough to drive the man past logic and into doing something that would get him killed and insult the mercenary boss' pride worse than the crack she had given his nose had.
 
Gods, the guard knew he'd never live long enough to see a sight like this again. The beautiful Briala, queen of the bandits, rolling around on the ground with her fingers delving into her sex. People would literally kill to see a woman do this, let alone one that looked like her. And she gasped out, begging: the guard just knew that she had to be doing that because she had no other choice. She wanted cock desperately, and it showed from every bit of her undulating form.

Then that hand. The guard's eyes locked on the swaying breasts. They weren't huge or anything, but damn, were they fine to look at. That heat thing apparently made them swell too, sort of like pregnancy would, except that these happened to not have all those problems. Gods, he wanted to get his hands on them. He could already feel his cock surging up in his pants, threatening to pop buttons or seams, and definitely causing problems. His hand started rubbing, frankly not caring if other people saw or whatever.

A groan came from him as he watched her bite her lip and gasp. "Fuck it," he said, reaching down and working at his pants, "ain't ever gonna get a chance like this, that's for damn sure," he walked toward her, moving awkwardly thanks to his fumblings and his swelling cock. "Bitch, you'd better open your damn mouth, because I'm about to fuck that face of yours and give you that cock you want so bad," the guard didn't know if that would actually feed her heat or not. Frankly he didn't care: bitch wasn't in a place she could argue. He stopped just within reach of her, still desperately tugging at his pants, fighting lacings to try and get his swelling member out. It already throbbed, threatening to explode in a matter of seconds, and he was seriously worried he'd blow his load before he could even get it out.

Briala looked damn sexy after all.
 
When the threats and promises of fucking her mouth rolled off of the guards tongue she let out a moan while swearing internally. She wondered if that would be enough of an insult to the Mercenary boss and his dark elf whore. If not, at least she would have the opportunity to bite the guards cock and teach him a lesson herself. Perhaps even get a hold of one of his daggers and escape? She doubted that she would succeed but it was better than laying back and simply accepting the fate these fools cursed her with.

Another wave of heat rolled through her and she tossed her head back into the dirt further, her mind slowly losing its grip on logical thought. If she had any hopes of enacting her plan she needed to get this man moving quicker.

She gave into the lust a little and rolled her hips again before she released her lip from her teeth. With a hungry moan she nodded hurriedly, her mouth falling open as she ran her tongue over her swollen lower lip. "Yes, please, just hurry...anything you want, just take it."

Let the fool thing her desires for him was what spurned her on.
 
The whore groaned and rolled about in the dirt. The guard watched her, seeing the dirt matting that pretty hair of hers. Already he could picture what she'd look like when ropes of his cum added white into that mixture. his cock shot a little more of his jism out and he had to bite down a curse. That she soon ended up moaning and releasing her lips, parting them, obviously hungry for his cock, only made it all the harder.

"That a girl," he said. Finally he got the lacing undone. The cock practically sprang loose from its bindings. Compared to Noogock, the guard looked practically juvenile. His cock fell only a little shy of average in length and girth, and it already had started leaking, straining as the guard groaned himself. The cock twitched yet again as he realized he was about to have the bandit queen sucking on his throbbing member.

"Open wide!" he said, leaning down, pointing his cock toward Briala's mouth. A hand reached down, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling her head. He angled her mouth toward his cock, thrusting forward, clearly quite eager. Just as he felt her breath on his cock he groaned, trembling. His balls tightened, and he knew he was within seconds of painting this bitch's face white with his cum. The thought caused him to shudder, and he flexed his arm, desperate to get her lips around him before he happened to explode.

What the guard didn't realize, beyond Briala's true intentions, was that Zuri and Maxwell had started back some time ago. They were already closing within sight of their prisoner. It was only their desire to stretch it out, to make Briala suffer, which had let Briala's plan get as far as it was. They weren't quite close enough to figure out what was happening, but they were certainly within range of Briala's half-elven eyes, should she care to look in their still walking direction.
 
Briala felt the tug in her hair and pleasure mixed with a flash of sharp pain flared through her gut and made her tremble as she began to lose the battle over the heat she was suffering from. When the idiot guard angled her head, jerking her roughly so her mouth was positioned properly to accept him, a slight movement caught her attentions from the corner of her eye.

It was the lieutenant and the boss heading their way and their timing would ruin any hopes she had of stealing away but at least the slight against Maxwell's claim on her would be witnessed first hand rather than merely heard of through rumors. It was enough to make her smile, and she looked up demurely at the guard currently preparing to thrust into her mouth.

She let her jaw fall open to accommodate him when he eventually pushed forward, his length and girth were nothing to be impressed over but she would allow him a few short thrusts, waiting until the mercenary captain and his shaman were close enough to see before she dragged her teeth painfully over his member, biting down brutally enough to cause at least some temporary damage before she wrenched her head away despite the grip he had on her hair to spit at him, using what strength she had left to try and throw him off of her, hoping the shock of the bite would be enough to grant her some advantage.
 
Ah yeah, he was about to cum all over the bandit queen's tongue. The guard could feel her breath coming close, saw her jaw opening to take him in. His cock slid inside her mouth, and he could feel it moving forward. In and out, dragging along. It started bursting after just a few thrusts: "Yeah, take that, biiiioooowwww!" the guard started howling as he felt teeth clamping down hard on his cock. it didn't help that the thing kept spasming, cumming even as the worst pain the guard had ever felt in his life started to take control.

The guard did release, release and move away, hand falling to his spasming, bleeding cock. He whimpered as the painful sensations rocketed up into his body, not realizing that he'd likely just gained one awkward fetish to try and explain to prostitutes and camp whores for the rest of his days. That was assuming he lasted that long, as the scruffy mercenary captain and his sleek darkling shaman had arrived.

"Well, looks like the queen's still got some teeth," Maxwell teased, looking at his dancing man. The merc guard started saying something about punishing the bitch, but Maxwell just smiled and looked to her. "What? Couldn't wait? Or were you trying to pull something? Bitch ought to know that your overheated bandit pussy is mine for the taking," he glanced over at Zuri, then at the bleeding guard. It was tempting to kill him, except that you didn't keep men if you did that. "you're going to go ask the medics to tend to your pathetic little cock, idiot," he said, growling, "and you're going to tell them precisely how it happened."

Zuri, meanwhile, had moved forward, bending down. "Does the little bandit want another dose, hmm?" She then reached for her belt, pulling out a wineskin. She sloshed it. "Don't worry," she said, smiling, "this is just some strong elvish wine," she took a drink of it, letting a bit of it even run down the sides of her mouth. Taking a smack of the lips, she held it out, already feeling the burn. "Figured I'd let you at least get a little alcohol in you before the boss stretches out your tight box."

She smiled and looked at Maxwell, who had finished and was now focusing back on Briala and Zuri. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Thought you were supposed to be writhing by now: that's what the guards said. Do I need to mete out some more punishment or are you just that good at recovering?"
 
She glared knives, ignoring the way her body still squirmed slightly under their gaze as Maxwell reprimsnded the guard and sent him away. She spat the blood and cum from her mouth onto the dirt, disgusted and angry the ploy at getting the guard killed or the Mercenary captain jealous had failed. The waves of heat still rolled through her and she clenched her hands into fists at her sides where she sat on the ground.

Briala heard the dark elf offer her wine, and in truth her throat was dry and anything to try and numb the events that were soon to follow was welcome. Her eyes watched the loose droplets of wine slip down past the shaman's lips and she couldn't help the way her breathing quickened. Instead she leaned in, a hand taking the wine skin that was offered, taking a long pull from the dark liquid.

She ignored the way it burned all of the way down, numbing her throat and setting fire to her tongue. It did nothing to help with the heat and instead she felt like the added warmth of the wine pushed it further along. Breaking her lips away from the wine skin she gasped softly for air, pushing it back at the dark elf as her brow furrowed against the arousal threatening to overtake her again.

She heard Maxwell's anfer and slight surprise at her not being as far along as he had hoped, though at this point she felt like she was clawing desperately at the edge of logic, the heat becoming near overwhelming. She let out a bitter laugh as she writhed slightly against the sharp spike of need that pierced through her core. "Perhaps I was just that good at faking it?" She managed to grind out before her voice cut off with a moan as she felt herself losing the battle for a second time to this unyielding want and lust.
 
Maxwell studied his captive closely. She did look different: flushed, panting, much as she had before. But she'd managed to deal him some damage then, enough that even with Zuri's healing he'd needed a few hours of recuperation. she looked strung out as she greedily swallowed wine: her time as their prisoner obviously weighing on her. Yet he couldn't help but find his cock stirring at the erotic noises that came from her, those gasps, that pushing against Zuri.

Briala's comment had Zuri chuckling and turning to her boss. "She's practically panting for it, boss," she promised, rising up. "It's pretty obvious, even without her needy little moan," she looked down at the bandit queen again, tilting her head, considering. "Time to get up now," she said, her voice sing-song. "We have to walk back to the boss's camp. That is if you think you're ready. You'll get what you're body's craving so desperately when we get there and not a moment sooner."

The darkling giggled again, and Maxwell had to smile himself. There was just far too much enjoyment to be had out of making this annoyance suffer so. Seeing pretty prideful girls in the dirt had always been a turn-on, and now that he had someone to share his lusts and perversions with, well, there you had it. He so wanted to see Briala's sex, here her beg to be skewered by his thick cock just before he filled her to the brim with his seed. Zuri's magics would make sure there was enough: she'd already cast some spells to fill him as it was.

"You heard her," he said, jerking his head. "Up and start moving: it's a walk," the two mercenaries moved to the side, clearly intent on flanking Briala. They were just as clearly ready to start walking the bandit queen to his tent and, not coincidentally, through much of their camp along the way.
 
Briala sent a half hearted glare between them, struggling past the desires of her body to focus on rising to her feet as best she could. Briala tugged her shirt tightly around herself, covering her breasts, the small leather vest clutched in her fist. She struggled not to groan, biting down hard enough on her now swollen bottom lip that she could taste blood on her tongue as she started to walk in the direction the two had come from.

She studied the layout of the camp as they walked. Perhaps after they finished with her she would find a chance to escape, to break free before the elves arrived. Briala ignored the tremors of want that continued to wrack her body as she swallowed hungrily, arms wrapping tightly around her waist as she held herself. She shifted as far away from the two on either side of her, keeping as much distance between herself and them as she could.

Briala ignored the leers and jests and looks the men in the camp afforded her. Staring at the ground quietly, avoiding the attention, seething, wishing she had her weapons and could blind every single bastard watching. With a deep slow breath she steeled herself for a moment or seven before lifting her chin, gritting her teeth against the want and desires swirling within her.
 
At first the two continued to ignore Briala, simply walking her forward, leading the bandit queen along like an obedient servant. They'd fallen back slightly as they progressed, noticing that Briala was willing, willing and also looking, studying. This amused Zuri, certainly, and the darkling exchanged a slight smile with her partner. Maxwell was much more distracted by the obvious signs of arousal still wafting from Briala. every nerve of his body insisted upon his simply yanking down her trousers and rutting her into the ground then and there. His blood boiled and simply staring at this beauty was nearly enough to set it aflame.

As they drew closer to their tent, however, Zuri caught Maxwell's gaze for a moment. She smiled, nodded, and then slid her hand across Briala's body. Leaning over, she whispered into the bandit's ear: "You'd better hurry up," her fingers slid across the bared skin left by the slightly raised shirt, teasing and flitting toward Briala's center. "I'm sure you'd hate to cum again in front of all these prying eyes," the fingers clearly charted a path down toward Briala's sex again, their determination obvious.

"Or maybe she does want it," Maxwell replied, having caught on after the first few gestures. He ran his hand almost precisely counter to Zuri's, dragging along Briala's side and heading toward her tight rear. "I'm betting that the bandit queen's always wanted to be a public fuckslave, cumming in front of everyone, humiliated. She's already just so turned on, after all,' His hand darted out, plucking at Briala's nipple to give it a quick pinch and a tug. As he did, he moved his other hand down, cupping her rear, massaging it through her clothing in almost perfect conjunction with Zuri working the front. and both steadily nudged Briala forward.

They did want to make it to their tent, after all.
 
They were almost to the large tent she assumed belongrd to the mercenary Commander and Briala focused in on it, pushing herself forward as they neared it and ignored the stares and whisperings as the trio passed through the camp. She began to wonder, perhaps he would have left weapons out, a sword, knives, even a sharpening stone would be welcome to simply her bare hands. The heat was sharpening in her and she felt almost over come by it, but once they had finished using her perhaps she would be able to turn against them and escape. With several hours between the rushes of want and desire she may be able to find her band by then, surely one of her closer companions could help her in an informal way until she found a cure...though the dark elf's words and promise of leaving her permanently altered continued to ring through her ears, staining and casting a dark din over any hope that tried to flare to life.

A hand was suddenly smoothing over her abdomen, searching fingers teasing towards her sex while a sultry voice and heated mouth whispered dark words of warning in her ear. Briala jerked her head away from the woman, and went to open her mouth when Maxwell chimed in, one hand mirroring Zuri's as he slipped firm fingers over her clothed backside, his other hand reaching up to pluck at her nipple through her shirt, giving it a rough tug that had her arching as her arousal grew wrenching a shocked gasp from her lips.

The thought of being debased in front of the entire camp again had her snarling though, and despite the desire and lust she felt from their teasing ministrations she wrenched herself free, shoving roughly at their hands and away front of them.l out of their reach. Briala stumbled forward, her pace quickening as she hurried forward, arms slipping protectively around her chest when she reached the tent. She eyed the place, a narrow glare on her face despite the soft glow and flush currently staining her cheeks, flaring down her throat and slipping over her pale skin. She debated simply forgetting the heat and cursing herself to insanity simply for a chance to watch them bleed out and not be degraded and used again.

Briala's eyes scanned the tent, searching for anything, at this point a pointed stick would do wonders for her morale, using the short distance she had put between them in her rushing to glance around for a weapon, be it makeshift or conventional.
 
Maxwell chuckled as the bandit queen broke free, looking over at Zuri as he did. His eyes flicked between his partner and the swaying, rounded ass of the pretty bandit. "I thought you said she'd be practically begging for it?"

"She should be," Zuri said, frustration leaking into her voice. "she does have a good deal of will..." the darkling paused to consider, watching as Briala entered their tent. There wasn't any need to be concerned about the bandit finding a weapon or anything along those lines. True, there were some things within that tent that could be utilized as such: goblets, a plate or two, but they'd made certain to tuck away the more obvious items, knowing full well that this was a real possibility that they could be facing. Besides, Zuri knew that the heat would make thinking too logically difficult even for someone such as Briala. "There is a... chance that she could be developing a taste for more and more sensation. It's much like it is for most addicts. First you grow addicted to the light version, then the craving deepens and you want more and more."

This had the mercenary boss smiling. He picked up his pace then, all but running toward his tent. "So you're saying she needs a good fuck then? I'm happy to oblige." Soon enough he'd be ducking in, taking note of Briala, likely standing there searching. "You're causing a lot of problems, Briala," Maxwell said. "I've killed for less," his eyes raked her body again, his cock hardening, pushing against his own tightly constricting pants. As he stared, Zuri ducked into the room, falling into step behind Maxwell.

"Oh stop looking for a weapon: you're embarrassing yourself," the darkling said, rolling her eyes. "You'd at best find something and start fucking yourself with it. by now the heat's going to make thinking of anything else practically impossible, and we all know that you're too pragmatic not to suffer through a little discomfort and embarrassment being fucked in exchange to keep your sharp mind."

She had to smile at this, knowing that she'd trapped Briala. She reached around her lover, squeezing his cock through his breeches, practically shivering with delight and anticipation. To see Maxwell take someone, especially a beauty as refined and haughty as Briala... it nearly made Zuri climax then and there.

Of course, what neither mercenary realized was that the word had reached the elves much sooner than anticipated. They'd heard of the battle, and not soon after heard about Briala's being kidnapped. Thus they opted to send someone in advance to verify, one of the Elvish Empire's greatest heroes was on their way, and would be there very, very soon...
 
"Rot in hell," she seethed, though at this point she was panting slightly, her eyes squeezed shut against the waves and rushes of heat currently swirling through her. It was almost unbearable and she wanted to just sink to her knees and beg for relief. All thoughts of escape, of slipping away simply left and she felt herself begin to tremble as she tightened the hold she had around herself. Her warm brown eyes opened then, taking in the two mercenaries and she wet her lips before her nimble fingers began tugging at the fastenings on her own garments hands shaking from the way she felt like she was simply burning up from the inside out.

Briala ler out a frustrated moan as she struggled with the clothing, the lust having fallen upon her in full affect, leaving her feeling weak and over heated and flushed. "Stop tormenting me and just get on wirh your threats," she said, eyes darting up again, though the words came out with little to no fire like she wanted, and sounded closer to a beg.

"Please," she grit out, hanging her head as her hands gave up tearing at her clothes to cover her face as she slumped against the supporting beam in the tent. Her mind was painted with images of the handsome man throwing her to the ground, bending her over the bed, practically any position and just taking what he wanted brutally and it coaxed a whimper out of her at the mere thought. The idea of the dark elf woman's tongue against her sex or the image of them grinding against each other and feeling her warm curves and soft body nearly undid Briala. Her fingers tangled into the mess of curls that was her hair as she gasped out another Please, this time much more needy as she curled in around herself a little. "Anything, please."
 
The curse just made both of them smile, particularly as the watched what happened next. Eyes opened, lips wetted, and those fingers. "See?" Zuri said, gesturing, "everyone becomes little more than a broodmare in heat when their bodies rise," she licked her own lips as she met the bandit queen's eyes with her own. That brown determination met the red glee, Zuri clearly feeding off Briala's need and want.

Then the clothes went up, the woman sliding. "Wow, you definitely weren't lying," Maxwell said. He chuckled as he stepped forward again, leaning slightly. "This really is the same woman who'd threatened to kill us only a little bit ago?" He jerked back as Briala tangled herself and gasped, moving out of reach. That begging, that undulating form that looked oh so sweet, it made Maxwell's pants bulge all the more fiercely. He would have her, of that he was quite certain, and unlike Zuri, he didn't intend to drag it out.

"Get her ready," he said to his mate, eyes flashing. Zuri didn't argue or hesitated, merely moving forward toward the bandit queen. She knelt down beside her, reaching to cup that pretty face. Maxwell was the one to continue speaking, however: "Normally to prep I'd have the slut suck me off, get me all wet and crap. But since you're a biter, we're not having that. Zuri did suggest getting one of our cage gags together for you, and it is tempting. But I've got a better idea."

He walked over, moving around the table upon which were maps and plans and battles. He instead moved to the more luxurious part of the room, behind where Briala had collapsed. There several furs and pillows and the like formed a sleeping and fucking area, all set out and arranged in an almost sensual pattern. The mercenary stripped off his upper garb, leaving his chest bared as he settled in, sprawling out, legs spread enough to allow access to his crotch.

"Here's what's going to happen," he said, his voice level ,almost threatening, "you're going to strip down to whatever you have for an undergarment, and Zuri's going to help. Then you're going to crawl up here and get my cock out," he tapped his crotch, "Zuri's going to be right behind you, so if you try anything, she's going to react, and something tells me she'll react right toward your horny little pussy," he shrugged, "or your tight ass, whichever, really." He grinned and nodded. "But you're going to get me nice and hard and wet. When you think I'm ready, you're going to beg to take my cock inside you. And if you're a good girl, we'll let you ride."

He chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. he gave his cock another pat. "Come on bandit queen, it's time for you to steal the show!" He let out another laugh, almost a bark at this. Zuri simply smiled and went to work, more than ready to strip Briala down.
 
She felt the shaman move to undress her and she quickly went anout hastening the process at the idea and promise of a possible release in the near future. She felt her very core throb at the mere idea of riding the mercenary's cock and she struggled a bit more. She did as he asked, leaving her underthings on and stumbled to her feet, ignoring rhe way that Zuri followed close behind as she approached the male mercenary currently leaning leisurely back on the bed.

Briala bit into her bottom lip, rougher than before, almost drawing blood as she reached out, hands quickly unlacing his breeches and pulling them aside to allow his large member to spring free. He wasn't nearly the half-orc's size or girth, but he dwarfed the fool who had attempted to fuck her face earlier and gotten violence in response. She eyed the man quietly before sliding up, straddling his hips with her own. Since he said she couldn't use her mouth, she couldn't really blame him after the bloody display before, she licked her fingers pulling them into her mouth and sucking on them gently before they slipped down without warning to press along the front of his shaft as before she rocked her clothed sex against him, the fabric damp from her arousal. She hoped the addition of her fingers, pressing his cock up and against her firmly would aid in wetting and arousing him faster, also giving her a little more friction as she moved.

Her free hand fell down to brace herself against his bare chest as she rolled her hips, arching in his lap and rocking against the man's cock. The binding over her breasts was beginning to loosen, though it remained in place, allowing them to rise and fall sharply with each sharp intake of breath and downward angled slide of her hips. With a soft gasp, she ground into him more, searching for friction through their clothed movements hoping to bring him to hardness so she could sink onto him and finally gain release.

Briala chanced a glance up back behind her to Zuri before turning her gaze to Maxwell, searching his face before the pleas began tripping of her tongue. "Please, let me ride you, I want to feel you thrusting into me while I roll and clench down," she gasped, eyes sliding shut as her head fell forward, hair falling over her face as she moaned. "Need to feel you inside of me so I can cum...please."
 
Zuri watched the woman rise up, knowing that this wasn't technically what had been commanded. Under certain circumstances, that might've been enough to deny Briala what she so obviously craved. No crawling, no fucking. Except that Zuri knew full well that Maxwell's throbbing member would be quite fine with the display it was getting now. The darkling started running her hands along her own body just watching the mostly nude half-elf sliding her slender form along Maxwell's more muscular one.

Maxwell smiled up at Briala. "There's a slut," he cooed as he watched her mounting up. "Show us how hungry you are for it," he encouraged. His eyes remained locked on fingers, groaning slightly as the beautiful woman licked herself. Again he couldn't quite believe the debauchery, even though he'd at least had more experience with this than his half-orc subordinate. Still, watching Briala the bandit queen licking her fingers before feeling her touch his cock made Maxwell surge.

His impressive member didn't come near to the size of Noogock's, to be sure. But it would certainly hit double digits in standard measurement, and would look quite impressive to any naive elves or the like. It wasn't hard to see that it would be quite the stretch for someone of Briala's build. Just pressing it against her would show it jutting at least to her naval. Not that Maxwell could view it for long, with the horny woman falling onto his chest. He tensed slightly, muscles flexing, as he felt her hand coming down, slightly concerned that she might still attempt something stupid.

Instead he found the heat taking control. Chuckling, he moved to start rubbing a breast with his hand, teasing and working the already loose bindings a little looser. He could feel her pressing back against him, practically grinding. He could also feel Zuri moving slightly as well.

The darkling had come up from behind, starting to massage Briala's tight rear. It proved somewhat difficult, as the bandit kept moving around, but Zuri did have some practice with this. She slid a hand underneath the cloth, seeking for that tight little hole even as she heard Briala starting to beg.

"Do you now?" Maxwell asked, smiling. "What happened to all the death threats? I don't think I'm quite ready for it just yet," he squeezed her breast, not caring if he did so too harshly. He could see Zuri already tugging, and he shifted to look at her. Smiling, he looked back to Briala.

"Beg for Zuri to eat your ass," he said bluntly. "Tell her how much you want your filthy hole tongued. If you do a good job, then we'll give you what you want," he smiled at that, running his hand down to his own member, tapping her slightly with it as further encouragement. He could see that Zuri had already shifted, pulling aside cloth to get to the hole.

All while the elvish hero dismounted from a flying griffon, barking orders to the camp followers to lead them to the leaders and then the prisoner. there was a moment's pause when they were informed that there would only be a need to head to one location.. the boss's tent.
 
They were denying her what they promised her and taunting her, trying to coax more out of her. Briala whimpered a now near painful wave of the heat crashing through her that had her rolling her hips sharply as she searched for more friction against Maxwell's length.

"You said you would let me," she gasped out, eyes squeezed shut tight as she trembled. "Please, anything...Zuri, I-" a sharp moan ripped itself out of her lips as she began to writhe. "Please just eat me out and..." her cheeks flushed as she panted against the skin of Maxwell's chest. "Tongue my hole, please Zuri, I beg of you. Anything so I can ride him, so I can cum, please."

Briala's broken cries and words trickled off into senseless pleading as she broke down, her nails digging into the man's chest a bit as her hips stuttered against him, unwilling to stop of her own volition until Zuri started. The edging had her whimpering, fearful they would simply leave her wanting, build her up and then just throw her aside to use each other while she sank into madness. It was a foolish notion, and she knew from the looks and desires she had seen in both of their eyes that they would not stop until they had her.

It gave her little comfort now though as she whimpered and gasped in lustful soft expressions. She was jerking under the man's rough grip on her breast, the pleasure mingling with the pain in a delicious way that threatened to leave her wanting more. Her hand slipped off of his member and came up to cling to his shoulder, using the leverage to try and get more from their rolling hips as she pressed against him.

"Please...I can't bear much more of this." It felt like she was being consumed by fire and she let out a noise that sounded like a pained whine as she shook in their hold.
 
Begging and moaning, just as they wanted her. Maxwell could feel his cock surging up with that sight and that sound and all it entailed. The member bobbed lewdly, a bit of his precum already starting to leak from its uncut tip. He could practically feel her hot breath upon his face, not to mention her nails digging into his flesh. This was not in pain, but in pleasure, in the want that threatened to consume this beautiful woman alive. The mercenary chuckled even as he watched his darkling lover lower.

Zuri began licking and lapping at Briala's tight starbud. Her dexterous tongue ran circles for a moment, eagerly lapping at the beautiful woman's posterior. Both mercenaries were willing to bet that the uptight Briala hadn't even considered playing with this hole, let alone using it. Now the darkling planned to take advantage. A few fingers began to play, tugging and pushing along the edges, granting more room and access. Soon the tongue pushed between both cheeks. It stretched, wiggling and writhing its way inside Briala's tight folds. Lewd slurping erupted, dominating even over Briala's painful cries and jerks. Juices accompanied, sliding down Briala's legs to wet her crotch.

"That a girl," Maxwell cooed, moving a hand up to run through those brown curls. Her hand moved to grab him and he shifted to allow it. "Such a good little slut you are now," he chuckled as she whimpered and whined, feeling her moving. The moisture from Zuri's actions anointed his cock, adding further to the sensation. "I think you're ready. You may slide onto me, my good little bandit slut," he harshly twisted her nipple then, his grin feral.

An especially loud suck came as Zuri increased her work behind, tonguing and kissing and eating out the ass, ready to move as Briala did, to lick until it proved literally impossible. Both mercenaries were wholly devoted to pleasuring their captor, in making her tremble and shake and cum and cum and cum. All the while an elvish hero hurried through the camp, even threatening a few of those that would dare get in her way. Noogock was informed as well, but the half-orc was balls deep in a stunned camp slave and certainly not ready to receive guests.
 
Briala's back bowed and her hips jerked forward slightly when she felt Zuri's grip on her rear tighten, struggling to move away from the first gentle swipes of the woman's tongue against her hole. A startled gasp ripped itself from her though, when the attentions became more focused, circling and lapping with insistence as she felt herself go slightly limp against the man she was straddling.

Tremors of shock went through her and she let out a soft noise when long cool fingers joined the dark elfs slithering tongue, poking and prodding as the motions became more lewd. The wet noises escaping the work of Zuri's mouth over her hole had her moaning as her hips twitched in response to the ministrations. The positively lewd feeling of wetness dripping down her thighs and between her legs to her sex had her cries growing louder by the moment, her grip on Maxwell's shoulder, and her nails at his chest tightening.

When she heard the mercenary leader coo at her, a broad hand slipping through her hair she let out a pained whine at rhe way his other hand twisted her nipple roughly, causing her to arch further. Briala squirmed, the mouth still hungrily devouring her backsides hole making it slightly difficult before she managed to align her hips over the impressive length of Maxwell. With afew short breaths to steady herself she sank down, the heat and wetness causing her to clench painfully tight against his throbbing cock despite the way he already stretched her.

She breathed out a curse, body seizing up for a moment as she struggled to adjust to the intrusion, but the heat rolling through her left her little choice but to raise her hips before sinking back down, taking him in to the hilt. The burn and stretch was exquisite in the slight sharp edge of pain it left. She felt like he reached everything within her as he filled her. She began riding him then, unsure as to if Zuri would remain, tonguing her ass though the way she had begun to suck at her and press into her further had her grinding down on the dark elf's mouth each time she took Maxwell in deeper.

She gasped, her cries becoming louder as she felt herself near orgasm, whimpering and begging for her release as her hand slipped off of Maxwell's chest to slip between their bodies, applying furious pressure to her clit as she worked her fingers against the bundle of nerves, her rocking and riding becoming faster paced as she rolled and swiveled her hips sharply against Maxwell as she moaned desperately.
 
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