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For Conquest and Glory

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Aura

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The Nation of Elves was under the single biggest threat in their existence. The Orcish numbers over the last fifty years had swelled unimaginably and had fewer skirmishes between their tribes, things were not that bad until two years ago when a single Orc had united the tribes under one banner of war and chosen the Elves as its target. The war started unceremoniously and both sides suffered heavy casualties. Things had been holding up well for the elves until their outer walls began to be overrun and supplies were intecepted.

It was precisely for this reason that the Royal Family had been seperated and moved to secure locations. The Orcs had proven themselves capable of breaking through defenses and if that were to happen at the capital with its ruling body stuck within the elvish nation would perish overnight. The war was being lost but it would be a long time before it was over, the cities would take months or years to conquer in their estimations and if the Orcs left large numbers of elves alive capable of fighting it could take decades before their people were removed from the lands.

Ashley was the youngest daughter of the royal family, they had ruled the lands for millenia, indeed her parents were several centuries old she was still counted as a teenager despite having her 82nd birthday last week. Standing at 5 foot 2 inches, she barely weighed 100 lbs. The Platnium Blonde princess was seated in a carriage with 9 guards. Two at the reins, another two at the rear of the carriage, and one either side. Three more sat inside the carriage opposing Ashley, catering to her whims until danger came at their doorstep.

They were headed westward towards the coastline where a chartered ship was to bring the princess to a safe location. Elven reports had listed their area as clear of orcs all the way to the drop off zone, of course the royal guard still accompanied the princess as it was a priority mission. Ashley was bored and had been drifting in and out of an afternoon nap much of the last hour and a half of the trip.
 
(You can continue to search for a picture if you want. As for me well since I'll be playing so many orcs I'll just use description.)

As the procession of elves approached there was a muffled squirt as blood dripped onto the grass from the throat of an elven scout. His limb body dropped to the ground as the orc who had slit his throat stepped over him to join his squad. They had found the group of scouts in the area and with a bit of torture had discovered their mission. After forcing them to send back the message that the area was clear they had kept them alive only up until now. As Ian stood behind his troops, current hidden in the dense forest he watched the procession approach his trap slowly but surely.

However Ian was disappointed as he observed them. He could only see six guards; much too small a force to be of someone important enough to end the war. While the scouts had told him a member of the royal family would travel this way they did not know who. Ian had hoped for the king or at least an immediate heir. That was why he had personally taken control of this mission. He knew that despite having taken control of the orc tribes there were still those that vied for power and would take advantage of his absence even during a mission. He could only hope now that the mission would be worth the risk.

As the procession passed their set mark Ian made a gesture and immediately there was the sound of cracking trees as two giant logs were quickly pushed onto the road. They were long enough to completely block their routes, both forward and behind, and tall enough to make an elf climb. Then orcs spilled out from both sides. Ian had prepared a force fit to take a king. Twenty orcs spilled from each side of the forest along the roads and rushed at the carriage. The two at the side were slain quick, the ones at the rear crushed before they knew what happened and the ones at front had tried to rush the horses before being shot by arrows straight to the heart. Ian stepped forward out from the brush as they finished setting up a perimeter.

Once at the carriage he took up an axe. With a swift swing the entire top of the carriage was taken off. Standing at six feet eight inches he could nearly see over the walls. One guard jumped at him and was cleanly cut in half. The other two stood in front of a woman. Anger simmered behind Ian's eyes at the obvious lack of a result in his mission. However he had to bring her back just in case. Turning around he waved his hand as his soldiers stormed the cabin. The two remaining guards were slain quick as the woman was tied up. "Bring her to my carriage," Ian ordered as the logs were moved out of the way and a way was being cleared through the forest via clubs and his much larger, though less ornate carriage was brought through. Stepping inside he sat and waited until the woman was shoved through as well. He tapped the wall of the cabin and it was a moment before they started off, him staring at his prisoner as they moved. "Identify yourself."
 
Ashley heard the sound of trees falling and the horses crying. She didn't know what was going on, the guards seemed more aware of what was going on, the three in carriage withdrawing their weapons as the other men were slaughtered where they stood. Screaming as an axe passed over head carving the roof off, she opened her eyes only to see one of the guards be cleaved in two. Shuddering involutarily at the brutality of it all, she put no fight up as she was almost catatonic with shock.

Man-handled by the orcs, she was still processing the moments of the carriage well after she had been shoved into a new one with the brutal orc that he murdered three elves before her eyes. She did not hear the question as she cowered in the position she had fallen at when first shoved into the new carriage. She was a royal, she had no concept of such brutality, infact she had not even been told there was a war going on.

Ashley was clearly in state to answer the question, not yet at least. As the the carriage started to roll so too did the cogs within her mind. She shrieked out "Danny!" The guard that he had cleaved in two. She had known him for more than 50 years, he had been one of the guards that escorted her everywhere and now he was gone. Slowly she started to process the rest of it and by the time she was done she didn't want to talk, that Monster in the carriage with her frightened the be-jesus out of her.
 
Ian could only raise an eyebrow as his captive screamed the name Danny. Clearly that was not her name. And clearly it was not what he had asked for. Leaning down his large hand grabbed a hold of her long, blond hair and he pulled her and held her up by her hair. The cabin was just large enough that he could hold her to the point where her toes barely touched the ground. "Unless you elves have gotten even stranger and started not even differentiating sex that was clearly not your name. Now identify yourself. I know you are of royal blood, no use hiding that. However your worth and perhaps your life will depend on exactly how close to the throne you are."

His grip tightened on her hair and he pulled her a bit further up so that she would have to stretch just to keep her toes on the ground, a precaution against kicks though he doubted they would have worked. Ian was one of the most imposing orcs. At six feet eight he could easily boast to be taller than any possible elf. Even among the most physically gifted orc clans he was considered special. His frame was equally imposing, his shoulders wide enough to place a grown man. He was practically made of muscle under his armor so her weight was nothing to him.
 
Ashley reached for his hand as it tightened around her hair and winced trying feeblely to pry his fingers off her hair. Her vain attempt at saving herself did not last long, instead crying out as it hurt to be lifted up by her hair and her toes barely could get any coverage on the ground, dangling by her hair by the huge orc. He towered over her with an impressive 18 inches. "Ow Ow Ah... Ashley" wincing as she spoke.

Ashley had no means of defending herself now, thats what Danny and his men were there for. Even if she weren't being held by her hair the orc would not have felt her punch him if she were allowed to and would probably break a nail or a knuckle before becoming much more than a ticklish nuisance.

She didn't think that more than her name would be required. Everyone in the nation knew of her, the orcs probably were not so knowledgeable in knowing the royal family and just where they were to power. Ashley was the youngest sibling of four, she had two older brothers and the eldest child was her sister Elana. Fourth in line to the throne for the time being, she was not the most sought after heir but was more than capable of being an enticing hostage piece if and when the Elves tried diplomatic options again.
 
Ian grew frustrated as he lifted her up further before dropping her promptly to the ground. While it was true that most orcs were uninformed of almost all things elvish and usually based it on false stories Ian was not the same. In fact in was his knowledge that allowed him to gain his power. The reason that orcs had fought amongst themselves for ages was that all their attempted leaders were idiots. Through talks with elf captives he had learned much and used it to his advantage during their battles, attacking on their holy days when they were preoccupied, striking at towns that supplied troops, even taking advantage of when the king was sick. He knew Ashley's position in the line of heirs. And it did not please him.

The king was old, almost ready to die by elf standards. By custom the power could fall to Elana but she could and would probably pass it off to the first prince, the more able of the two princes. If he had captured Elana than confusion would slow the elven armies since without the actual ceremony were the crown would be passed they would not know who to lead as long as she was alive. If he had managed to capture the first prince they would be out of actual leaders. Instead he received the fourth heir. While she had royal blood he knew that the elves praised her only as being the most beautiful. Nothing but a pretty face, one of his captives had said. However his mission could not result in a failure lest his rivals use that to garner support against him. He would have to present her as a valuable hostage, her death would not have any value to him.

Yet as he stared at her he did find another value. It was true that she was beautiful. He grunted as he could see her curves through her dress. It was no secret that orcs were aroused by elves. Perhaps more so than their own women. Ever since the war the sex trade of elvish women had skyrocketed. There were almost no woman killed when a village was pillaged. Almost all were sold for money or kept for sex. Even the humans, urging the orcs to stop and threatening to stop in was abated due to the large amount of elvish women that were being sold to them. Leaning forward he grabbed her by the chin and tilted her to look at him. With a grin his hand went to her dress. "While I cannot kill you, and you may not be of great use to me in this war, there are other uses for you." With a flick of his hand he tore her dress apart and at the same time pulled her closer to him.
 
Ashley was no great scholar, she wasnt dumb as a post either though. She had been sheltered and the war was something she knew nothing about. She had been lied to in a way by her father when she had been told she was visiting her cousins abroad. It was true she was supposed to go to them but it was for reasons differening to what she had been informed. She was thankful that the menacing orc leader had let her go.

Gasping as he tore her dress from her she covered herself as best she could, ignoring much of what he said, only that she was of use to him. That conjured up bad imagery with her, her hand maidens told stories of orcs and how they could split an elf in half. She hadn't quite grasped what they meant but she thought it was something like how Ian dealt with Danny. Being pulled over to the Orc she squealed "No!"

Ashley was still in a state of shock, it was partly why she was so pathetically useless. The only blessing might be that her frequent horse riding lessons took away what Ian was going alluding to. She was technically a virgin in that she had never laid with a man but if one were to check she was no longer intact. "I want to go home." she whined even though she knew Ian was never going to let her go home again, not to what she thought as home. The pristine homeland that she had thought of up until a few minutes ago, it was gone, gone without a trace. Looking down as she had an moment of clarity, that her submission might make things easier.
 
Ian chuckled. "Oh you'll get home. I promise you that. I will personally deliver you back to your homeland. However that fortress of a castle you call home will be mine by then." He could already imagine his victory as he paraded into their capitol city with Ashley, their royal princess as his bitch. He would have the entire royal family kneel in front of him. They would watch as their youngest member served him before they were beheaded by his own axe. But first he had to take control of the little princess before him.

Her protest was ignored and he found little resistance though he thought that was more because of her uselessness than her own judgment. Either way there would be no way for her to stop him. As he kept her still in one hand he removed his metal chest plate with the other and threw it down on the floor of the carriage. Next he removed his metal leggings before pulling down his pants. His large, almost grotesquely so, penis protruded out from his lap. His balls dangled as his penis hardened, making itself more prominent in his hairy crotch. It was a bit of a darker green than the rest of his skin and was already musky since he had waited in this trap for days. Obviously this would be nothing like the romantic visions elves had of sex.

His hand moved to her midsection, away from her underclothes. He grinned as he tilted his head to one side. "Remove your chest wrapping," he said, his grip tightening slightly. Ian figured now was as good a time as any for her to become obedient to him. He wondered if she would even put up a fight. Elves were not fools. While they had the pride of humans they usually figured out when things were hopeless.
 
Ashley's ears perked at the sound of returning home although it was a pipe dream, one that would have bad consequences if Ian did manage to return her home. Still she longed for her home as she felt safe there and it had no orcs there. At least for the moment. Trying her best not to hyperventilate as she realised as soon as the chest plate had been removed what was going to happen. She had hoped he would have waited longer, the carriage was such a cramped spot for such things, not that she thought of it like that but she had the idea that such things were done in beds, not in confined spaces like this.

Helpless and at the Orcs mercy she bit her lower lip as it quivered. The musky smell of his crotch was over powering, she could smell it from where she was already. It was potent and rather repugnant but in a strange way it was enjoyable. Perhaps Ashley was just a bit weird, some girls liked their men to sweat, others found it repulsive, Ashley must have been in the former crowd. Her hands reached behind her back as she slowly unlaced the corset that bound her maturing breasts, she didnt want this but she would rather this than pain and then merciless abuse after the painful punishments.
 
Ian smirked as he watched Ashley remove her corset. Of course he understood that at the moment she merely did it out of avoidance to pain, not what he wanted. That would change before this war ended. As the corset fell to the ground Ian's eyes examined Ashley's breasts. They were still developing since elves did not finish developing until at least 100. They were almost a D-cup but what Ian liked was the fact that they were firm and round. Lifting her up to his mouth his tongue snaked past his lips and licked at her breasts. His free hand went up and roughly groped at them, her breasts nearly disappearing from view as he did so. Chuckling, though to Ashley it must have sounded more like a cruel laugh, he leaned forward and kissed her roughly, not giving her a chance to pull away.

"Good bitch," I see you are at least not an idiot. His hand squeezed her tits roughly, leaving bruising marks on them. Reaching down he pulled off her remaining piece of underclothes, revealing her untouched, pink pussy. Without any warning his hand quickly cupped her pussy, one finger rubbing its tip against her slit. As he felt her juices slide down his fingers he smirked again. "I see that you are an orc lover, princess. How sad it must be for your people that one of the royal family is attracted to orcs." His other fingers pressed against her ass while that solitary digit began to push into her pussy.
 
Ashley's eyes welled with tears ready to pour out, they werent coming though, she held them back as her captor cruelly pulled her up and licked and sucked on her now bare breasts. Her chest heaved quickly as she started to hyperventilate in silence, biting back her desire to wail loudly and those tears even as his hands touched her, mauling her body with those large thick fingers of his. It wasn't until he spoke that the first of the tears was shed.

Her cheeks grew damp as she shed her tears, her legs clamping together as Ian moved his hand towards her pussy. She might be obeying to stay away from being punished but she wasnt going to open up that much for him. She refused to believe his comments, she was a good girl, good girls did not like monsters. She hoped that this was enough for the Orc and that she could be left alone, having been assaulted with his hands in ways that no one else had done before, of course that hardly seemed possible now that a solitary finger was pressing between her legs in an attempt to penetrate her.
 
Ian only grew aroused as he saw his captive crying, her smooth legs attempted to close and keep his intruding fingers out. However it was still much too simple for him to push his hand past her thighs. "What's wrong princess? Why so uncooperative?" His finger continued to twist and thrust into her pussy, enjoying the previously untouched passage. "This was for you. However if you're gonna be like this..." Ian pulled his hand away from her thighs and pushed her down onto her knees at the floor of the carriage. "Then you might as well do something for me."

His hand went to the back of her head and easily forced her face to his dick. The head of his dick pressed against her cheek and Ian grinned as he watched her obvious discomfort. Taking one of her wrists in his hand he forced her hand onto his dick. "Stroke and kiss at it," he ordered. "And don't worry princess. This is your one chance to indulge in your pleasure without anyone knowing."
 
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