Morana: "I am very pleased with your work so far, my perfect creature. My sister's kingdom shakes with fear as they witness the destruction of that petty village. But she has allies. The Elves. Proud, stoic, vain, arrogant Elves. I hate them. I always hated them. I want you to venture into their realm, into the Lorianand Forest. There, you will find a guardian. Her name is Ellaria. She was the one who led Elven armies against me and managed to escape alive. Find her. Bring her to me. Burn her forest to the ground."

You: "It will be done."

You and your army of Orcs, now emboldened after the raid on the human village, march to the Lorianand Forest. As you enter the mystical woods, the thick, green foliage blocks your path. You can feel that the forest doesn't want to let you in, but you and your monsters carve your way through, cutting down the branches.

One of your lieutenants comes to you, tired from cutting down shrubbery, full of scratches.

Orc: "Sir, the forest is fighting against us. It is getting harder to push through."

Y: "I know. Keep destroying the plants. This will draw the guardian out. That, or we will find and destroy their altar in the center of the forest. Keep pushing!"

Your army destroys its path to the center of the forest, where you find the Elven altar, their holy place.

Y: "Orcs! Begin tearing the altar down! Destroy it. The rest of you, scatter, search the forest for Elves. Kill every Elf you see! When you are done, burn the forest!"

A few of your bigger warriors begin to destroy the altar, but suddenly, arrows whistle through the air and land into their heads, killing them. Before you can turn around, an arrow hits you in your shoulder. The pain only makes you angrier.

You turn around and see the archer, ready to shoot again. You manage to dodge her next arrow, and then the next one, and the one after that. A few arrows hit your breastplate and bounce off of it as you charge at her. Surprised by your speed, she keeps shooting at you rapidly, and you keep dodging the arrows. To her surprise, she reaches into her quiver, but finds it empty.

You dash at her, and she pulls out a dagger, but you parry her slice with your large sword and kick the puny dagger out of her arm. She takes a step back and looks at you with a mixture of surprise and fear. You are much taller and bigger, towering over her as she thinks of a way to escape.

Y: "Ellaria. It is over."

Ellaria: "How do you know who I am, monster!? Get away from me, I will..."

Y: "You will do what? You are disarmed and alone. My Orcs are slaughtering your" kin in the forest. Humans are too afraid to send help. And Morana...Morana sends her regards."

E: "Oh no...oh gods...this is her doing..."

You look at her slender and curvy figure as she slowly backs away from you, desperately trying to think of something. You are supposed to hate Elves, but this one excites you a lot.

E: "You were sent here to kill me."

Y: "Morana will do that herself. I am here to make sure that you get into her arm's reach."

E: "No, w-wait, what if I give myself to you...you can keep me, a-as a slave! You can l-let your troops have me! Just spare my people, please!."

You get close to her and touch her side. She is very soft and warm, and you quickly get hard. She leans into your touch, trying to seduce you."

(Get hard)

She drops her bow, and you grab her hands, folding them behind her head and slamming her hard against the tree. She lets out a gasp of surprise and excitement. You stare at her incredibly hot and fit body as her boobs nearly fall out of her tiny shirt. Ellaria doesn't resist and uses her knee to rub your bulge, teasing you.

E: "Come on, why don't you use me, fuck me like a sex slave? I...I will let you keep me...if you spare my people...and my realm. Please?"

Y: "You ask for much."

E: "I will let you d-do whatever you want to me..."

(Rub your bulge for 30 seconds)

She lets out a moan as you push her down to her knees roughly. You undo your belt and pull down your trousers, making your rock-hard cock jump over her head.

E: "Oh Gods...how is this p-possible, I...."

Without a word, you grab the back of her head with one hand, and your cock with the other. She gasps in shock as you pull her onto your cock, jamming your tip in her mouth. Her soft lips grip you tightly, and she begins to suck on your head.

(18 slow strokes on your tip)

She keeps sucking on your tip, looking at you with a mixture of desperation and passion. You grab her hands and hold them firmly above her head, dominating her. To her surprise, you slam her head all the way down on your cock, making you swallow her whole. She coughs and gags loudly, nearly fainting as you fill her entire throat.

(10 slow, 15 fast, tight strokes)