Noble Elf Slut Alariel [1]

Summary:

Elf noble Alariel used to run a successful jewelry crafting workshop but then orcs took over the mines in the area. She was too slow to react and accumulated debt before scaling down the operations. So now she has to get the rough gemstones from the orcs no matter the personal cost to stop foreclosure.

Tags: Elf X Orcs/Goblins Fantasy Interracial, Prostitution, Exhibitionism, etc.

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The Goldshine family of elven nobles have been known for their beautiful magical gems for almost a millennia. Alariel Goldshine is the current head of the family and she swore to her predecessor she would do anything to maintain the family legacy. So ever since the orcs took over the mines her workshop relied on she did everything in her power to get the ruling council of her city-state to conquer them back.

Since the iron mines were also constantly under threat from the orcs there were no troops to be spared to retake the considerably more irrelevant gem mines. Even the expedition of mercenaries to take back the mines had failed and had only served to drive the Goldshine family further into debt.

So now Alariel was at the end of her means. Not even sexual favors for the councilors had worked and she had begun to doubt the city-state's ability to even muster a big enough army to do the task. She had even considered moving away but her family had always been loyal to the City-State of Ferana. Not to mention it was one of the few independent elven states in the area and was well-protected by the archipelago it was built on. So the only issue with the state was the more mountainous mainland holdings that the city-state had been losing to the orcs in the recent years.

It had taken weeks of hesitation after getting the initial idea but now Alariel was one the deck of her personal swan ship and on her way to the area occupied by the orcs. She was aware that the orcs traded with each other so there was a chance that if she played her cards right she might be able to convince them to agree to some kind of agreement. After all, the orcs were not that into shiny rocks, especially to the ones that had not been processed yet.

While Alariel stood on the deck, she was going through every possibility the encounters with the orcs could go. All the way from eternal sex-slavery to ultimate success. Though as a competent fire mage like most nobles of her city-state she had no trouble ending any worst-case scenario prematurely by combusting herself. Though she did spend more time than she liked to admit in going through just what kind of experience being a sex slave to orcs would be.

The all-human crew of Alariel's ship gave her glances as she leaned into the railing and rubbed her thighs. Her golden blond hair was on a ponytail and she was biting into her soft lower lip with her pearly teeth. No matter how hard she bit her immortal elven skin was too durable for just her teeth to damage. Also, her green eyes were almost glazed and her lips gaped while she stared into the deep river water that led to the mountains in the distance.

"I guess I'll see how bad it will be... and act accordingly," Alariel muttered and straightened her red travel robes. They were not that fancy but she hoped the orcs would at least find the elven fabric pleasing to their rough eyes.

As the sun was setting Alariel decided to sleep in her cabin and venture on her mission tomorrow. The ship would arrive at the destination during the night but she did not really want to venture into the orc lands during the night despite her good elven night vision.

** * **

The next morning Alariel woke up early and confirmed the plan with her crew. They were to wait in the middle of the large river for a signal from the riverbank if she would ever come back. If they were attacked they would retreat and come back a week later for two weeks. Anything after that Alariel considered pointless. By then either she had established the trade agreement or it no longer mattered to her.

Once done with the crew, Alariel lowered herself into a magical rowboat that moved by itself controlled by a crystal. The only things with her were her red travel robes, golden tiara and a bag of random elven foods and trinkets to be offered as example products for the orcs. She did not really know what the orcs wanted and the tiara was a powerful magical artifact that might let her fight her way out. After all, it was the symbol the head of her family wore, and her house specialized in magical jewelry.

On the riverbank were the remains of the mine's river port that had been burned by the elves after the last failed mercenary army operation to take back the area. The orcs had not really been using it but the retreating captain had claimed he had burned many orcs with it. Not that it really mattered. Alariel had no illusions of getting the orcs to operate the port on large scale but her goal was to get some high-quality raw gemstones that her master workers would be able to turn into magical jewels with enough value to at least pay some of the debts back.

"Damn cave orcs, they should dig their own rather than take them from others if they like them so much," Alariel muttered while her boat made its way to the beach. Despite her swan ship being big enough to have around one hundred crew, it looked very small by the time she reached the land. She really hoped the orcs who were very much fond of dirt and mountains would not bother trying to attack a lone ship in the middle of the large river. It was almost the last one she had not sold already and was crewed with low labor cost humans.

When Alariel reached the shore she sent the boat back before heading inland. She was not planning to hide in any way since orcs really did not like it when someone tried to secretly intrude into their lands. Not to mention that the only way she was able to navigate to the mines was along the road that started from the port. So she followed it while circling around the barricades and other obstacles erected to stop the elven magic-tech vehicles from using it.

It did not take long until Alariel heard distant grunts and other noises that indicated she was walking into an ambush but she hoped they would not straight-up attack a lone elf. So she slowed down her pace and kept her hands visible to make it clear she was not armed with anything but her magic.

"Stop elf. Hundred rock shooting sticks are aimed at you. Go away," a rough voice shouted from a distance. It was clear it had either been an orc or a goblin as he had felt the need to specify how the guns they used worked.

"I come to do talks with the orc chieftain of the Rock Orc Clan," Alariel declared with a clear melodic tone that pierced wide into the forests.

There was a pause before the reply, "Boss said, make elfs go away, no killing, killing elves makes big fires and makes more elfs come."

Alariel had never really talked to an orc before so she was feeling a bit confused. Even as what the voice had said to her made sense the fact he had said it to her, not so much.

"Also to not take elf slaves, taking elf slaves makes them blow up and burn things," the voice clarified like someone had asked that from him.

"I wish to trade, give things to get things," Alariel shouted. She tried to spot where the male shouts came but all she spotted were the metal pipes sticking out of the undergrowth in the distance. Orcs were not that good at hiding even in the forests so Alariel began to suspect she was dealing with goblins. So only hope she had was to make them take her to their leader since in these parts they definitely served an orc.

"I wish to see elf breasts," another voice shouted while Alariel pondered her options.

"That's it, go away or show elf breasts," the voice that had been talking with Alariel declared with an oddly proud tone like he had invented a way to fix his immediate issue. Showing breasts was a small price to pay and far less than Alariel had expected from the vile creatures. In some ways, she even thought the conversation had been a lot more civil than in her predictions.

"If I show... elf breasts, will you take me to your boss?" Alariel asked with a shrug. It was clear they just wanted to get rid-off her so she had to do something as there were no other routes to the mines. Not to mention she did not have full confidence in just walking through the ambush zone since fire magic did not exactly offer the best protection against rock bullets and it would turn the orcs in the area definitely hostile to her.

"There is no way you would show them, no deal," came an almost mocking reply. It made Alariel sigh and she moved her hands to open the top of her red travel robe. She did not hurry and the hidden audience seemed more than satisfied to just wait in silence.

When Alariel's perky breasts came into view she heard excited grunts from the distance. Her mounds were not the biggest she had ever seen but they definitely would be a handful even to an orc. Not to mention she pushed them from below to empathize their size and her already erect nipples had a big focus due to their perkiness.

"I did what you wanted, you should trade back what I wanted," Alariel flared as only low grunts surrounded her for a moment. Though she did not move to cover her breasts and crossed her hands under them to keep them lifted.

"We did, now you can stay there, we won't mind, you can leave when done showing elf breasts," came amused reply that was echoed by brutish laughter. It made Alariel swallow hard as the wind on top of everything else was hardening her nipples.

"So... if I do more. Would you agree to take me to your chief to talk trade?" Alariel asked with raising shame that excited her more than she would be willing to verbally admit. It was not quite yet on the levels of sucking an elf councilor's cock behind a balcony railing while he inspected a busy market but it was getting there.

"Do more?" came an excited yelp. Just from the tone, Alariel knew it was the right time to add some heat to make the male act directed by lust more than anything else.

"Like if I serviced the leader of your group with my mouth and hands," Alariel voiced with a seductive tone. She shifted her body a bit but as her robes were not the most revealing she did not go out of her way to present her long firm legs with shapely thighs.

"Service with mouth and hands?" came another excited inquiry.

"Like this," Alariel replied and lifted her right hand between her breast to spread them before kissing her thumb. She slid her tongue along it while doing a circle along her lips.

"You offering sex service, you elf whore?" another brutish voice shouted.

"I'm just offering to use my hands and mouth to service your group's boss's... manhood to get you to take me to your orc chief," Alariel clarified. He was starting to get the idea that she needed always to be really specific to avoid any misunderstandings with these savages.

"Wait there, everybody, look carefully while I go make sure if it's a real elf whore and not a trap," came a shout that sounded like the boss of the group. After that Alariel focused on trying to spot the creature that was going to get services from her. Even if she hoped for an orc she thought a goblin would be easier to deal with just due to size.

Alariel swallowed hard when she saw a grinning wrinkly face of a goblin approach her through the bushes. Drool was clearly on his chin and his yellow eyes were locked into her breasts. He was throwing away his clothes and armor pieces while he approached like he was too excited to keep them on. His torso was very muscular and borderline attractive if not for the green color and hideous face.

A wave of disgust washed over Alariel as she saw close the pointed ears of the creature that goblins and orcs shared with elves. Though her focus soon enough drifted on the cock the moment it was revealed. It was the biggest one she had ever seen. Only some of the sex toys she had used compared to it.

"You are a goblin," Alariel uttered while being unable to take her eyes from the veined green brick the goblin was holding down to better present it to her upward angel.

"And you are an elf whore going to service me with your mouth," the goblin replied and gave a lick of his lips with his long slimy tongue.

"Right," Alariel uttered and fell to her knees with an awkward smile. The goblin was barely half her height but had more bulk than any elf she had seen. Even if her kind focused on agility and magic it became very clear to her why everybody knew close combat was not a smart idea with orcs or goblins.

The goblin did not waste time and made his tip slide along Alariel's right breast. As she preferred to stay in control to prevent the obviously physically stronger creature using her as he wished she grabbed from his cock. She slid her hand along the firm shaft and the goblin got the silent message to let her handle it. Though the hand that parted soon landed on Alariel's head to stroke her silky hair. There was not much force behind it so she let it be.

"Just be a good still goblin and I will serve you in ways you will never forget," Alariel promised while tapping his tip into her cheek. She also moved her knees on the ground to a position that would best let her do what she planned. During the operation, a musky raw smell entered her nose but it burned her only seconds until it was gone. Like her ability to smell had been numbed by sheer overload.

"Pretty elf whore, I obey," the goblin grunted. At this point, Alariel did not care what she was called as long as she would get them to do what she wanted. So she slid her tongue along the shaft and played with the bulgy veins only a moment before she realized she could probably skip most of the foreplay when the goblin's drool dripped on her head. His oddly glazed eyes looked almost like they had been hypnotized.

"Goblin with such a strong and... beautiful manhood will surely keep his word?" Alariel asked while rubbing the tip into her chin. The cock was surprisingly clean and the erection was hard enough to pull the foreskin down on its own. Like the goblin was polishing his rod a lot or washed more often than Alariel's dreams had predicted. Though in none of her dreams after she had decided to come to the orcs had she seen a cock this big.

"I will, will give anything to pretty whore elf," the goblin eagerly nodded and dripped more saliva on Alariel's cheek. It really made her want to finish quickly before she was subjected to a proper goblin saliva shower. So she made sure her hands were evenly spread on the shaft to give it a nice massage before she gently kissed the tip. She let her tongue softly assault it from below while her lips slowly devoured it. She even made sure to breathe through her mouth a few times to make her breath caress the sensitive green flesh.

Alariel moved her torso in a way that made her breasts sway to give the goblin looking from above a better show. She definitely did not want to deep throat a goblin on her first time even if she had done tricks with comparable dildos and her elastic elven flesh would be more than able to take it. Though just a moment of thinking about it made her nethers throb with heat strongly enough for her to properly notice them even as they had been reacting the whole time.

"It's a real elf whore, I want to watch closer," came a rough shout from the distance.

"Me too," came another shout that was echoed with many agreeing grunts. After that Alariel heard how her audience was getting closer in the woods. Her body tensed up all the while it tried to melt. She had chosen her path so she closed her eyes to focus on servicing the hard goblin meat in front of her while trying to ignore the sounds that indicated her being surrounded. As long as they were just going to watch, she would be able to live with it.

The shape of the cock burned into Alariel's mind while her fingers gently massaged it. She was able to see every vein and every clump even when her eyes were closed. Saliva kept rushing into her mouth and she suddenly realized her nethers had gotten soaked too.

An utter sense of shame washed over Alariel, even if she long planned this she had never thought her body would react like this. Sucking the tip of a filthy goblin cock was making her aroused more than most cocks that had even fucked her. Though she tried to push away that realization from her mind and focused on assaulting the tip with her lips and tongue.

Alariel sucked with strong pressure while her tongue cupped the tip's underside to massage it. Her hands moved faster like to milk the green manhood into her mouth. She always swallowed when she used this technique but she really did not want to think that. In fact, she was heating to the levels that her mind was blanking enough to make thinking hard. Though her body kept moving like the only thing in her mind was to make the goblin cum.

The goblins around Alariel stared at her almost like in reverence. Her soft elf lips were slowly taking more of the length at each sway of her torso. At no point had she stopped making her breasts sway and her silky skin was reddening up.

There was barely any warning due to the pressure the cum shot into Alariel's mouth and down her throat. She struggled to swallow it all as due to the sheer volume some of it spilled from her lips. She opened her eyes in panic as she had not been ready for the quantity of the creamy goblin seed.

Alariel leaned back and realized too late she had done a mistake. The goblin still had enough load to shoot a layer on her breasts that soon dripped between her perky mounds. The sensation made her body convulse in disgust when combined with seeing all the wrinkly goblin faces smiling with drooling lips around her. Though soon enough her eyes focused on the saliva and cum coated cock she had just served. It was not deflating in any way.

"Why is it still so hard?" Alariel stuttered when the goblin pressed his tip on her cheek.

"No satisfied yer, elf-face too pretty," the goblin explained while gently stroking Alariel's hair.

"But we done, right? I kept my end of the bargain," Alariel stuttered with gaping lips. She was not sure if she should lick her lips off cum or stain her hands or robes with it.

"Not done yet, I need service until satisfied to let you meet the chief, it's a great honor," the goblin voiced. He tried to press his cock into Alariel's breasts but she grabbed it again to take control.

"I only agreed to service you with my mouth," Alariel exclaimed with a flustered tone. The after taste of the cum was slowly hitting her and it made sure her sense of smell was basically gone.

"Mouth service just fine, don't stop yet," the goblin grunted. His tone made Alariel grab from his cock with both hands and jerk as hard as she was able.

"Was this what you wanted?" Alariel asked with a smirk that she stopped the moment she realized she had smiled at a goblin.

"Will do," the goblin grunted. Alariel was not showing his manhood any mercy but his rock-hard shaft seemed to be more than able to take it.

"Elf faces are so pretty," came a comment accompanied by agreeing grunts from one of the goblins.

"I want elf whore too," came another comment with more agreeing grunting.

"I'm not a whore," Alariel flared without thinking if it would be better for them to think of her as a whore or not.

"What do you mean? You an elf serving me to get to meet the chief. So an elf whore," the goblin whose cock Alariel was gripping hard pondered while stroking her hair that had some goblin saliva mixed into it.

"Just cum already," Alariel muttered and focused on her task. She ignored further comments from the audience and eventually managed to make the over-excited goblin lose erection just by jerking him really hard. After that, she was led to the orc chief by the goblins.

** * **

"Elf whore coming to meet the Great Chief Hunk of the Rock Orc Clan," were the words that announced Alariel's arrival into a stone hall of elven origin. It had been the manor of the mine owner but now it served as the throne room of the conquering chief. Though the orc idea of a throne room was a large space that was covered by a roof so anything that would hinder casual fighting to solve disputes was removed from the hall.

"I'm Chief Hunk," a large green orc declared. It did not take even as second for Alariel to realize that every orc in the hall was naked with suddenly growing cocks. They were sturdy and veined but oddly enough they seemed to be within the same size category as the goblins. Though the sizes better fitted the bulky orcs than the short muscular green males.

"It's my honor to finally meet you, I'm Alariel..." she voiced but suddenly did not want to use her full name out of shame.

"So, you the elf whore who wanted to meet me," Hunk boomed with a brutish grin on his tusked mouth. His pointed green ears looked even more hideous on him than on the goblin. Like this feral monstrosity was just an over-sized green elf that had been born from a demon.

"I'm here just to talk trade... I wish to acquire stones from the mines," Alariel uttered while staring at the ridiculously firm orc cock with bulged veins. The green skin on it looked like it had a muscle tone.

"You are here to negotiate? Very well, you may remove your clothing when ready," Hunk voiced echoed by laughter and grunts.

"Excuse me?" Alariel uttered even as the words did not exactly come as a surprise from the naked orc with erect manhood pointed at her. At that moment she was convinced they had stripped down just to gangbang her.

"You see, I have this issue of your kind sending back the last negotiator we sent to you in parts with a note saying you never want us to contact you again," Hunk voiced and the laughter in the room stopped.

"I'm sorry?" Alariel voiced. She tried to think of ever hearing such a thing but at least it had never been mentioned to her even as she had sucked out all possible information from the counselors.

"So many of my kind think there is a lot of room to improve in the relations so if you wish to talk the least you could do is to follow our clan's ways and strip down to talk to show your sincerity," Hunk voiced and the hall exploded into laughter. "Unless of course, you wish us to follow the customs your kind have set."

"You want to humiliate me?" Alariel stuttered.

"Do any of us look humiliated? Also, I heard you sucked off a goblin to meet me. If you are satisfied with that, you are free to leave," Hunk smirked with even more echoing laughter from the orcish audience. Alariel's eyes dilated from shock as she realized what she had done and how it had felt. Even now just thinking about the firm green rod in her hands was making her body tingle in arousal.

Alariel closed her eyes and moved her hands to untie the buttons and knots of her robes. She was able to hear the heavy breathing of the orcs and their excited grunts. As she did not want to give them a prolonged show, she quickly took off everything to hold them in her hands.

"Does this satisfy you?" Alariel stuttered while staring into the pile of clothes that she was holding to cover her front. Though it definitely was not enough to cover the sides of her breasts and back.

"For now, place your clothes at the back wall with the rest. You can keep the tiara, it suits you," Hunk instructed and Alariel quickly did as she was told. She could have sworn she was feeling the stares of the orcs on her skin as she moved. Especially her ass and thighs were getting assaulted by a pressuring sensation.

When Alariel came back to stand in the middle of the hall there was a moment of silence. She stared at the stone floor in front of her while every orc examined her body. Even as she crossed her hands above her nethers it was clear she had shaved pubes and that the area was redder than most of her skin.

"So, let's talk first, why are you here?" Hunk asked to Alariel's surprise. She had been more than sure the orcs would just proceed to ram their cocks into her but none of them had moved to approach her.

"I wish to acquire some of the rocks from the mine you now possess. Ideally, a permanent treaty of extraction," Alariel explained going straight to the point. Even as none of the erect cocks around her were getting closer it definitely felt like it to her. Not to mention her naked state was making her feel strange things she had never felt even as she had done naked group plays with the elven councilors

"And I want a willing elf to bounce on my cock," came the reply from Hunk.

"Excuse me?" Alariel uttered even as the words definitely did not come as a surprise to her.

"You can have as many rocks the elfs like from my mines as long as you bounce on my cock while saying you love fucking orcs," Hunk voiced with echoing grunting mixed with laughter from the other orcs.

"You just want to humiliate me?" Alariel stuttered.

"Were you humiliated by sucking a goblin? Would servicing me be a bigger humiliation?" Hunk smirked. "Or is there some limit of humiliation you can tolerate per day? Feel free to come back tomorrow if that is the case."

At this point, it was clear to Alariel this orc chief was exceptionally smart for an orc despite his hostile attitude that was at least partly motivated by his arousal. There definitely were ways for her to play this to her advantage and the only witnesses she would have were the orcs.

"As you wish, I will service you here as you wish in exchange for being allowed to collect as many rocks from the mines I want indefinitely," Alariel voiced and looked up to establish firm eye contact with Hunk's yellow eyes. Just seeing his brutish face was enough to make her body tremble but she suppressed it as best she could.

"For one week, after that, you need to renegotiate the deal," Hunk replied.

"You will provide me assistance in collecting and transporting the rocks for that week," Alariel added trying to sweeten the offer. With a group of orcs helping her she might be able to fill the hold of her ship in a week even without carts and the road.

"I can't command an orc to help an elf but I'm sure you can convince one or two to help you with a deal," Hunk shrugged and the other orcs gave oddly eager nods.

"Fine, you want to do it in here, right?" Alariel asked. At this point, she wanted the quickest way out that at least had a chance of succeeding. If the orc chief was not going to keep his word, he was going to awfully far to humiliate her even as orcs despised lying. Or at least that is what the sources that had interacted with orcs had told her while she had served their cocks.

"Naturally, I wish to show my clan there are situations where we can benefit from cooperating even with the elves if our interests align," Hunk replied and sat down on the floor to lay down. Then he waved Alariel to approach. She did so with a heavy swallow as she tried to shut down the audience from her mind. She had been almost automatically counting the number of orcs that had arrived in the hall during her stay there. They numbered over a hundred by now.

Hunk gripped from the base of his shaft like he expected Alariel just to sit on it. The tip bulged dark green and the thick veins were pulsing borderline visibly.

"Turn around, it would be impolite for you to not look at the audience," Hunk instructed when Alariel positioned to walk facing him to his cock. She swallowed hard as even more saliva suddenly formed in her mouth and she moved to the side of Hunk's cock to step over him so that she would be able to crouch down on his cock while facing the rest of the orcs. They were staying almost unnaturally silent besides grinning and feral grunting. Like there was some rule stopping them from talking at will.

As there was only one way this was going to end Alariel began crouching down without further instructions. Though as she bent her knees the pressure shifted in her pussy and she felt how a few drops of her juices dripped down. She had been too busy trying to ignore the reactions of her body that she had not realized just how wet she had become. The full awareness of it made her tightly close her eyes with a wave of shame that distorted her face. It was far too late for her to take another path and the arousal of her body should make what she had to do easier. Though it did not stop her from feeling like every noble elf she had ever known was staring at her in condemnation.

Alariel saw faces of mocking elves in the undersides of her closed eyes. They were laughing at her just how far her house had fallen. She was not just offering sexual favor for a favor but was whoring herself to an orc. What she was doing was a little better than what a whore would do. No, what she was doing was far more deranged than what a whore would do to survive. Alariel did not need any of this, she did not need to do this for personal survival. She could easily be hired as a fire mage by pretty much any nation she was aware of even if all other options failed her.

In her moment of realization, Alariel opened her eyes and once again saw the orcs grinning at her. Their smiles were the same as the elven nobles that had seen her do similar things to smaller audiences and smaller cocks. She had not needed to do any of that, she had chosen to do all of that. Actions that were just to improve the standing of her house without her personally needing to do any of that.

"The elf smiles pretty," one of the orcs muttered and others grunted. It made Alariel rise her hands to her lips to confirm what she already felt to be true. Her lips were smiling to the orcs just from her thinking how she was more deranged than a whore... and more than just her body enjoyed the sensation.

The smile on Alariel's lips spread wider and her hand slid down to her sides along with her knees. She lowered her hip down until her soaked vulva kissed the green shroom tip. It slid into her embrace with ease as her swollen walls perfectly adapted to the shape.

"I like this... this is what I enjoy," Alariel muttered almost silently. The cock pulsed inside of her and her eyes were locked to another among the crowd. At that moment she realized she had already picked her favorite among the crowd of erect orcish manhood. It belonged to a bit older looking orc with scars but his sturdy cock looked like it had been shaped perfectly to be pleasing to her. She was not fully able to describe why she liked it but she knew it was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen.

"Did you say something?" Hunk voiced.

"I'm nothing but a filthy whore. I'm doing this because I want to do this, because I enjoy this," Alariel exclaimed few tears in her eyes even as her smile was shining almost brighter than the sun. Even if there were a few drops of drool on her lips if someone would have just seen her face at that moment they would have thought she had reached the fabled ultimate happiness.

"Hear that? A real elf whore who enjoys orc cock for favors," Hunk declared echoed by excited grunting from the audience.

"For favors... yes... I love whoring for favors," Alariel voiced and slid the cock deeper into her. The only reason she did not just sit down with full force was that she did not want the slide to end. Just the way her aroused pussy was being stretched was making her smile even harder. Like a bar of pure happiness was entering into her and she wanted the sensation to never end.

"Do you love orcs?" Hunk asked. His hands were now behind his head and he was clearly planning to do nothing but talk.

"I love cock," Alariel stuttered. She had already taken over half of the strongly pulsing orc meat into her. Even her own heart was changing its pace to match the way stronger beats to increase her weird sensation of euphoria.

"Do you love orc cock?" Hunk insisted. At that moment Alariel slid all they to sit on his cock and she moved her limbs to steady herself.

"I love... nghn... orc cock," Alariel slurred while being almost overwhelmed by the heat and pressure. Her red and swollen pussy opening was visibly moving like it was breathing the cock and her clit moved with it. It felt almost as hard to her than the cock inside of her.

"Then ride elf, ride on the orc cock you love so much," Hunk exclaimed and the words sounded oddly familiar to Alariel. Like she had heard them somewhere before. Like in a book or play but at that moment the only thing she was able to focus on was the thing inside of her.

"Ride? Yes, ride," Alariel stuttered and lifted up her hip barely enough to show how soaked the cock had become. Though some of the more keen eyes orcs noticed the small movement of her stomach that showed just how well-fitted she was for the orc cock. Like her elastic pure elven walls were designed to fit it.

"I'm not feeling enough love, I thought you said you loved orc cock," Hunk boomed and the words echoed in Alariel's mind like they were very familiar to her. But at that moment all that mattered to her was the cock and the audience. Her eyes visited more than one green orc cock and she wanted to perform to them.

"I do, I will do better, so much better," Alariel declared and steadied her position as much as possible with all of her limbs before lifting up her hip. In one go she managed to reveal half of the transparent liquid coated length before taking it all back into her. She was more than aware that if she stopped she might not have been able to get moving again. So she kept going with the motion even as her body tried to melt.

Even if Alariel and her body definitely wanted the same end result she did not just want to surrender and go limp. She wanted to ride, she wanted to win, she wanted to conquer this orc cock before it would completely defeat her mind and body.

"I'm going... to make you cum iih," Alariel announced with glazing eyes that exploded wide awake from her borderline feral moan.

"Iiiih, iiih, iiih," with every breath embarrassing high moans came from Alariel's lips. Just hearing them heated her mind to the point her mind no longer let her care. After all, what she wanted was to be in the moment and keep going while her moans echoed in the hall without restraint.

Every time Alariel slid down the cock a whistling moan came from her lips and the same happened when she slid up the veined shaft. Like her breathing itself was defiled by lust and the only difference between inhale and exhale was the volume.

Alariel saw how her knees began to tremble as they were too heated for her to properly feel them. The sensation was completely overshadowed by the pulsing pressure from the cock she kept moving on. Though even as she did not want to be defeated by the orc cock she also did not want to slow down.

"Iih, cockiii, liiive," Alariel moaned words without thinking and drool dripped even all the way to her perky breasts that bounced with her movements. At this point, her nipples being rock hard and erect felt so natural to her that she did not even notice them.

"So this is... how you break an elf," Hunk commented with heavier breathing than before. Even if he was just laying on the ground his blood was clearly rushing hard enough to strain him a bit.

"I'm not... iiiiihihih," Alariel tried to protest but then her words broke into a long loud moan when her hip and knees jerked. The first impact made her hands lose all power and she fell backward in a way that locked her knees in a bent shape on each side of the muscular orc. She laid with gaping wet lips on the highly muscular orc while his cock was halfway dug into her.

"Broken, iiihiii," Alariel voiced to finish what she had wanted to say but another jerk made her moan almost as loud as the last time. Her pussy moved like to milk the cock inside of her and a moment later transparent liquids spurted from her to the floor.

Alariel stared at the roof with her tongue hanging out of her mouth like she was trying to breathe better. She was even drooling through her nose as her body kept trembling. The moment she thought she had reached the epitome of the sensations hot pressure exploded inside of her. Heat filled her core like it was magic and it soon enough overflowed.

The orcs watched almost in awe how Hunk's cock pumped seed into Alariel's insides only for it to burst out to form a pool between their legs.

"Semen... orc semen, hiihhi," Alariel exclaimed almost manically. She more than felt how her womb was being pressure-filled by the ridiculous volume of the thick load. All she had done to win had just lead her to the moment of being filled with seed and she had loved every second of it.

"Glory for Chief Hunk," one of the orcs shouted and others soon joined him to chant it. Even Alariel mouthed the words with a grin as they echoed loud and wide in the hall.

Hunk lifted up and supported Alariel to stand leaning into him. Then he waved his free hand and she felt how magic surged from inside of him. Water flew from a nearby wall fountain and covered both of them along with the semen coated floor.

"Iihiii," Alariel let out another of the feral moans that she had never let out before this day when magically controlled water surged into her pussy. She spread her legs like she was being fucked from behind as the water moved to cleanse her body from filth. Even during it, she was able to note how Hunk was a relatively competent water mage by mortal standards.

"You did not have to do that, elves can't naturally... get pregnant with orcs," Alariel stuttered while the water left her as quickly it had come.

"So you want to keep my seed inside of you hoping it to bear fruit?" Hunk asked but Alariel did not reply as she was not sure what her answer would be at this point.

"Regardless, I wanted to do it like in the book," Hunk mused and at that moment Alariel realized why some of the things that had happened were familiar to her. Most of them were almost straight from a specific elven porn book featuring orc and elf diplomacy. To her shame, it was one she owned but had not read for a while.

"So... I can get my raw co... rocks now?" Alariel's uttered with almost pleading eyes while looking up at the chief.

"As many as you want... for a week. Just don't think I will let other elves wander around that have not proved their... cooperation," Hunk mused while inspecting the elf's face. "And leave your clothes where they are."

"I'll be very cooperative... What, why my clothes?" Alariel stuttered like she registered the words on a delay.

"I can't take the risk that someone might think we are being invaded and cause panic and do you see anybody else wearing clothes in here? You will blend among the group just fine," Hunk voiced.

"Right... about the helpers, how should I go about that?" Alariel asked and backed away after she realized she had been clinging to Hunk's arm.

"Those interested may approach her," Hunk boomed and stepped away.

"Two will do," Alariel uttered as more than ten moved to approach her. Recruiting a large number of orcs with her body was not an option she preferred even now so only a few would have to do.

"Then take your pick," Hunk shrugged.

"You two look... suitable," Alariel voiced while she pointed her favorite orc cock in the room. She wanted to touch it almost to the point it was unbearable.

"I'm blade master Gurak and this is my apprentice Jura," the large orc nodded. The one next to him had equal muscle mass but was less scarred. The rest of the orcs scattered with just a few grunts.

"So, what do you wish in exchange for your service?" Alariel asked while having trouble not staring at Gurak's cock. She was thinking it should be illegal for any orc to have such a big and beautiful looking cock. It was not any one thing but the whole that perfectly did it for her.

"Our price is simple, to practice the legendary elf penetration swordplay," Gurak declared with a proud tone.

"Huh?" Alariel uttered.

"Jura, bring the training manual," Gurak boomed and Jura went to take a bag from the wall next to the main door. Once Alariel saw the book it only took seconds for her to realize what it was. In fact, she owned a copy of it.

"Orc Blade Master's Elf Penetration Manual," Jura voiced while offering the book to Alariel. To her shame, she did not even need to open it to know what it contained. It was a weird sex fantasy book about orcs training sword techniques with an elf. It mostly consisted of pictures that were bastardizations of actual sword manuals. Most featured one or two orcs doing various kinds of sexual actions with an elf.

"While you study the book, we can go where you wanted," Gurak voiced.

"Right, well, let us be on our way then," Alariel uttered and took to the direction of the exit while fiddling with the book. If these orcs actually thought it was an actual sword manual, she might as well use it to her advantage.

** * **

As actually mining good quality raw gems would require a lot of time and effort, Alariel's first stop was at the mining warehouse. She hoped there would be enough unprocessed material there for her to get started.

When Alariel opened the door hundreds of goblin eyes aimed at her from the darkness.

"Scram it, chief's business," Gurak boomed and the goblins vacated the building in a single wave. They left after them a complete mess but lucky enough they had been using the stored rocks filled with raw gems as building materials for their primitive houses inside the warehouse. Though Alariel went straight to the magic-tech vault at the end of the warehouse.

"Nobody has opened that?" Alariel asked with rising excitement.

"Chief said it might explode if forced, so no," Gurak replied. He and Jura followed Alariel from behind keeping their eyes on her like just looking at her move was entertaining to them. They watched especially keenly when she bent down to fiddle with the mechanical lock on the vault. She had managed to acquire the code to it from the owner who had sold it to her with the cheap price of a hand job after a dinner he had paid.

Alariel's eyes dilated with pure happiness when the vault door opened to reveal stacked shelves full of raw gemstones already separated from the rock and other excess stuff. They had been waiting for transport to the city-state that had never come.

"Chief will be disappointed that it only had even more colored stones," Gurak grunted. He might have sounded more disappointed himself if not watching Alariel's ass bounce as she jumped over the elevated still.

"Get a bag, fill them with as much as you can carry to the river," Alariel instructed and grabbed specially made bags from nearby. They were large and the stones might get a bit damaged in transit from rubbing into each other but with as many as they were, there would be more than enough to do all kinds of jewelry. Since she did not need to pay anything from the raw gemstones, the profit from all of these would be close to an astronomical level.

"Pretty elves like pretty rocks," Gurak mused and did as he was told. He and Jura both filled two large bags with way less care than Alariel would have liked. Though the fact they managed to empty the whole vault in one go made her more than tolerate it. After they were done she closed the vault and locked it. There was a chance it had a hidden compartment or two the owner had not told her and she did not really want some goblins to be locked inside when it would eventually close on its own due to the mechanism.

"Right, now help me get these to the river," Alariel voiced and the orcs grunted in agreement. Both of them carried two large bags while Alariel had one smaller one in which she had picked some of the more valuable looking gemstones to take better care of them.

** * **

"This looks like a good place for sword practice," Gurak suddenly voiced and dropped his bags to the ground. The only reason the gemstones did not spill everywhere on the small clearing next to the road was how well the bag had been tied shut. Jura soon followed the example and both of them approached Alariel.

"Right... sword practice, do what you will but I'm definitely not going to enjoy it," Alariel voiced with a sudden need to swallow hard. She carefully placed her bag to the ground and gave an awkward smile to the orcs while she felt her own blood rushing faster than before.

Gurak walked behind Alariel and slid his cock between her legs without a warning. Its hard shaft dug into her vulva and the sensations indicating her own wetness made her close her eyes in shame. She had been turned on by walking naked with orcs. Also, she realized she had not gotten her clothes on the way back. Though she was also not sure if the chief would let her have them due to some sick perversion.

A strong slap hit Alariel's stomach and even before she opened her eyes she realized Jura had slapped her with his hard cock. He kept doing it with a steady rhythm while Gurak simply kept his cock in place. Though it did throb hard enough to make her spill some juices on it. She recognized the situation as the warming-up phase of the sword training from the book. If the orcs followed all of it like the pictures dictated, she knew very well what they would do to her.

Jura slapped his cock on Alariel's stomach twenty times before he stopped and took a grip from her neck to bend her down. Then she began slapping his cock on her face. She closed her eyes and images from each page of the book rushed her vision. It was not a long book with only twenty pages with ten stages but the action kept getting increasingly hardcore at each page.

Once Jura was done slapping Alariel's face he pressured his balls against her lips for a twenty-second kiss. Without thinking she let her tongue come out and have a taste. It caused weird tingling on her tongue but by now she was sure her sense of smell had fried permanently.

Like on a timer once the seconds had passed Jura grabbed from Alariel's breasts and imprinted his fingers into them while making sure she kept kissing his balls. Even as her breasts were being spread apart she was mentally preparing for the next act. Just thinking about it made her kiss turn wetter.

Once the orc let go Alariel's breasts throbbed with red hand prints but she did not even dedicate a second to think about it. In the next moment, Jura Grabbed from her jaw and pointed his tip on her lips. She opened her mouth as wide as possible while trying to angle her neck right. Then Jura rammed his entire length all the way into her throat. It made her eyes tilt as pressure and heat exploded in her senses.

Five seconds later Jura dragged his saliva soaked cock out and slapped it across Alariel's face. She was not given time to breathe as Gurak took strong grips from her thighs and lifted them up. Then Jura grabbed the other orc's pussy juice soaked cock and helped it sink into her elven ass. As she was stretched wide the sensation was similar to when she sat on a large lubed dildo. An awkward grin of disbelief spread on her gaping lips as she did not want to admit she had gotten this wet from something so humiliating. Even if the cocks were pretty nice looking they still belonged to filthy orcs.

Alariel gasped for air while pressure mounted at her core. The hot burning sensation in her ass was enough to blank her thoughts. Not to mention when Gurak began lifting her like a weight just from her thighs while her back slid along his chest. The orc's breathing on her neck and head was heavy and hot and it alone would have been enough to make her gasp.

All the while Alariel's ass was being assaulted Jura kept holding his cock like it was a sword. The moment Gurak had lifted Alariel twenty times he stopped and Jura slapped his cock hard on her red and swollen pussy.

The first five strikes just made Alariel's nethers throb harder but on the sixth, she almost gasped loudly. It made her lock her jaw tightly even as it made the heat burn her harder. After ten strikes Alariel's clit was visibly throbbing and even redder than before. A few tears fell on her cheeks as she realized just how far gone her body was to enjoy something like this. At least she hoped it was that and not tears of happiness form getting her pussy slapped while an orc cock was buried in her ass.

Once Jura was done with twenty slaps, he pressed his tip on Alariel's vulva and thrust his length in. Sheer pressure made her legs and pointed ears twitch but her swollen walls fitted the cock with almost shameful ease. For a moment the orcs just holstered their cocks into her while they fixed their positions. Though it barely counted as rest to Alariel due to the doubled gravity applied pressure. Though she did not need to wait long until they began thrusting in turns. When one stopped the other started like a mechanical machine.

"Iihiinnng," Alariel moaned but then she locked her jaw shut but it was too late. There already were goblins looking at her from distance. As if the situation had not been deranged enough, now there was a bunch of goblins jerking themselves while watching her. Though there was no way for her to know if they had been there from the start, watching her get slapped by a green brick cock.

Alariel barely managed to prevent the next sounds coming from her mouth when heat and pressure exploded in her ass. Gurak blasted his seed into her but it did not mean he stopped doing his thrusts. Semen burst out of her at every move he did.

For a moment Alariel thought she would survive without having her womb filled but on the second to last strike, Jura rammed his load into her. It completely overheated her core and she was about to moan when she was dropped to the ground. For a moment she laid on the cum pool while the rest of Jura's load was shot on her. The two orcs stood next to her and she knew what she needed to do to end it. So she lifted on her knees on the pool and gave quick kisses to each of the cocks.

Then Jura and Gurak sent weird orcish looks at each other and went to grab their gemstone bags clearly just planning to get going. So Alariel lifted from the cum pool being completely soaked in it. She carefully took her bag and led the orcs to the river bed. There she told the orcs to drop the bags next to the riverbed while she made sure her ship was still in the middle of the river.

"You can go now, thank you for your service," Alariel voiced and dipped herself into the river to wash away all of the orc cum covering her.

"Right," Gurak grunted and both of the orcs rushed away.

Once Alariel was done washing she used fire magic to send a signal flare to the ship. She used one that only summoned the boat and not helpers. She did not exactly want to have the boat ride naked with a few humans. Instead, she would just sit naked on the boat while the crew would watch her approach and then walk across the deck. Just thinking about it made Alariel's face burn red even as she had just bathed in lukewarm river water.

While the boat approached Alariel considered that she could just dump the gems from one of the bags into the boat and use the bag. Though then she realized she had just been seen by who knew how many orcs and goblins. Being more embraced by some mortal humans almost felt silly to her. So when the boat came to shore, she struggled for a moment to carry all the bags into the boat while making sure it was able to carry all five of them without sinking. Though as it was magically enhanced, the weight was barely enough to affect it.

On her way to the ship, Alariel kept her eyes closed while she sat on the boat like nothing special was happening. She heard whistles and shouts that announced her naked state to summon more men to the deck. Though they did quiet down as she approached as the men just focused on starting at her.

Alariel was welcomed to the deck by a crowd of grinning and muttering humans. She signaled the nearby crew to lift up the boat while she clutched on the most precious of the gemstone bags.

"Take the bags to the vault. After that set sails back to the city as fast as possible," Alariel instructed. The bag she was clutching was enough to cover the front of her torso but her side breasts and behind were completely in view.

"Yes my lady," the human ship captain voiced with a bow while he rubbed his beard, eyes locked into Alariel's side breast.

After that, Alariel rushed into her cabin to get some red robes. Then she locked the gems into the ship's vault. Lucky for her she did not notice any signs the bags had been opened to steal some of the gems. Like the crew had been occupied by something more interesting at the moment.

And so Alariel managed to get many raw gemstones from the orcs with the cheap price of her body and noble elven pride.