A Tale of the Wars – Interlude (c) KNW 2002

Her work for the Orcs being complete, Y'hali ate half a plate of blood gruel, something she had developed a taste for, and retired for the night. Her one time with the captive Emperor had been so enjoyable, she slipped away from her coven to be with him again.

Vincent awoke to the sound of the lock to his room being opened, and in the pale moonlight that crept through the window, he could make out a slim and lithe form.
"You privilege me with your presence again, mistress?"
Silently, she crept towards the bed where he lay and shrugged off the loose-fitting garment she had come in with. Slowly she lifted the covers and slid under the blankets to couple with him.
As they found each other under the down-filled, silken blanket, any pretense of civility vanished and they became just another pair in the night.

Vincent positioned himself on top of her, between her legs and felt the hot silkiness of her sex. She was small enough that, in this position, her head did not reach the pillows and he politely pulled one down for her.
She reached up and put her arms around his neck and raised her head and chest, then pulled him down so she could kiss him deeply and relish the feeling of having this Man inside of her. Y'hali wrapped her legs around his torso and began to grind her hips against him, stirring Vincent's member within her.
Her responded by holding her tightly and moving slowly, taking a minute or more for each stroke, listening to her lightly gasp and moan with each one. After some time, she managed to bite his ear and then chuckled softly as he grinned at her. "You tire of intimacy so quickly, Elf?" he whispered to her.
"Are you afraid you'll break me, Human?" she replied.
Vincent smiled and raised himself to his knees, keeping his member buried inside the Elf's body, and braced himself. Ryea had always liked being in control, being the one who decided when it was time to be intimate, a trait common to eastern women apparently, but now he had found someone who would let him take charge.
With a quick motion, he pulled out halfway and slammed back in, moving Y'hali's body instead of his. She yelped playfully at this and laughed softly, her voice was like music to Vincent's ears, and he looked down at the tattooed hide that adorned this fellow captive and found this a pleasurable way to spend his time.
Y'hali looked up at him, he was not the towering mass of flesh that Tammux was, but neither was he the lanky form Elves bore. This Human was strong in his own way, the trim goatee he had grown lent his face a more learned look, his eyes were clear and bright, his body free of blemish or markings. She would gladly bear a child for this Man, after learning that his wife had not. She gasped again as Vincent slammed into her again, this time moving himself as well, and while he did not possess the thick slab the Orcs had, he was proof to her that it took more than size to satisfy. Now she would truly find out if the rumours some of the Orc females had spread were true, that this Man was a born lover.
Grasping her waist tightly, Vincent began to hammer into her, almost losing himself in the feeling of Elven pussy, but was brought back when she began to claw at his forearms in orgasmic bliss. He slowed some, then pulled her tightly to him and let her bounce away for a few minutes as she rode out her climax, the feel of her spasming walls around him bringing him to climax as well. They held each other for a while before collapsing back onto the sheets, still in an embrace, Vincent's member letting the last of its seed flow into Y'hali's depths.
"Why do you stay, Vincent?" she whispered breathlessly.
"I am a prisoner," he replied, as out of breath as she was. "The same as you."
Y'hali managed to make him roll onto his back and raised herself up so the moonlight fell upon her. She traced some of the tattoos the Orcs had imprinted upon her flesh and lifted her hair so Vincent could see how intricate the ones at her hairline were.
"I remain, because the Orcs have tampered with my mind. I could no more leave than I could harm one of them. I know I should not feel this way, but I also feel lucky that I did not turn out like Semthak's plaything. I have no guilt for what I have done for these greenskins, they have removed my conscience along with my ability to truly think for myself. You have no such chains about you."
"You have no guilt, Y'hali, but I have plenty. I have my chains, they anchor me here and demand that I suffer for not stopping the Orcs when I could. If I leave, I know my people will see me as a failure and drive me out. Then where would I have to go? I can no more leave here than you."
Y'hali sank down and faced him, eye to eye. She saw the pain in his eyes and knew he spoke the truth.
"Then," she whispered into his ear, moving just enough to arouse him again, "we shall be imprisoned together."

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Downstairs, Semthak yawned and stretched and set down the book he had finally finished. 'Via Mondus' had been an interesting, if wordy, read, and he wondered if, when this war was won, Tammux would return his engineer from Onyx and allow him to carve a path through the mountains to his stronghold and build a proper road.
He laughed lightly at this, Orcs building roads, what foolishness was this?
But then, Orcs had almost destroyed the Empire and were not far from conquering the Continent. This had been most a foolish idea until Tammux had come along. Perhaps it was time for his kind to achieve 'civilization', the same way the Humans, Elves, and Dwarves had once their infighting was finished.
His Elf had other plans. With the book out of the way, she was free to climb into her master's lap and get his attention. He smiled down on her as she unfastened his belt and fished his member out of his trousers. Holding him with both hands, she could hardly wait to taste him and wrapped her thin lips around the only part of her master she truly wanted.
Semthak allowed her to suck and lick him for a while. He loved the way she looked as she paid homage to his shaft and ran her thin fingers over everything. He had to take care, though, lest he come in her mouth and be forced to clean her off before fucking her. She had developed a tendency to try and kiss him, regardless of what might be on her face, and he found the idea of being that close to his own spooge a little unnerving.
Giving her a few minutes, he decided it was time to get the show going and lifted her high. She had at least learned to hold still when he did things like that, and was rewarded by the feel of being impaled upon his thick cock as he lowered her back down.
The Orc let go of her waist and let her play around on his lap. She reached forward to take his tunic as a handhold and rocked back and forth atop his length, letting her pussy accommodate as much of Semthak's penis as it could. When she was ready, she reached and dragged her master's thick hands to her waist, grunting and cooing softly in an effort to make him fuck her as hard as she wanted.
Semthak obliged, his thick arms moving her along his cock quickly and roughly. She made high squeaking noises when she came crashing down onto his hips that increased in their pitch with each stroke. Semthak began to sweat, he had neglected his Elf for a short time and was rather backed up, he wanted only to empty his heavy balls into this Elf, even if he did wish she could tell him how much she liked it with real words.
For many long minutes, the study was filled with the sound of an Elf and an Orc rutting like animals, she making single notes, he making deep grunts, and the mixture of their scents permeated the area. She began to climax, having a series of peaks and trying to clamp down on the Orc's meat only made them more intense. Finally, he reached the end and held her there with all his strength, filling her belly with his thick come. He had so much saved up that it oozed out between them for some time as the two enjoyed the feeling they had shared.
When Semthak let go, the Elf fell asleep atop him, wrapping her slender arms around his waist and letting her pussy milk the seed out of his cock. Semthak felt rather tired as well and draped a thick arm over her before allowing himself to follow her into slumber.