In Akbar, a black-clad figure did her best to sneak past trained thieves and assassins, cursing how the whole of An-Raabi was infested with Adventurers. Rhouzanthoun's belly was large and round, but she was still two months from delivery. She cursed the life within her and wished she could find the Orcs who had done this, but the Orcs had little in the way of records so there was no telling where they could be by now.
Besides, her true target was much closer and much more deserving. Ozalaund was her true target, a fellow spy and assassin, but a Human one, and far inferior to any Black Elf when it came to such talents. Only in such a role would a true spy lay sleeping, unprotected, so close to her objective.
But this time, Ozalaund was not sleeping. In fact, neither was Behodehan. The two of them were coupling enthusiastically on the small mountain of pillows in the potentate's residence. Fortunately, they were alone.
Rhouzanthoun watched as the thick, black Raabani cock worked inside the tight pussy of the cream-fleshed V'renchian bitch. Ozalaund shrieked and moaned in glee as Behodehan fucked her silly, and Rhouzanthoun could only remember how the Serpent of Akbar felt beneath her. As much as she longed for the touch of a talented male, her desire for revenge was greater. Not waiting for them to finish, she burst into the room and made her presence known by shouting Ozalaund's name.
The V'renchian recoiled and vainly tried to fight her way from Behodehan's embrace.
"You!" she screamed, "But, you're supposed to be dead! Dead!"
"Your Orcs chose a different fate for me, bitch, look at what I they allowed the Humans in that village to do to me." She opened her robe and let the couple see how far along she was.
"Black Elf," Behodehan stumbled out, "your beautiful figure has been despoiled."
"Yes it has, Behodehan, and the one responsible for this lays beneath you."
Ozalaund began to panic as her predicament dawned upon her. She knew how Rhouzanthoun could bend a male to her will, and how eager they were to obey her whims.
"You have done this to my Black Elf?" he asked, looking down at the white woman trapped below him. "Why?"
"She may tell you many things, Rabbani," Rhouzanthoun interjected, making sure to cut off any words her adversary may have to defend herself with, "but they are all lies. She is, in fact, a V'renchian sent to spy on you."
"Is this true, Ozalaund," he demanded, taking her fine black hair in one hand and pulling hard in an effort to elicit an answer.
"Yes, damn it, yes, it's true," she retorted, squeezing his thick wrist and trying to make him release his grip.
"So, Black Elf," he said slowly, turning to look at Rhouzanthoun, "would you have me dispose of this spy, despite how much I enjoy her body?"
"Yes, I would, sirrah," she replied, grinning, "but is there a way you could enjoy her without her enjoying you?"
"Yes, I believe there is.." he growled, glaring at Ozalaund's panicked face; she had not let him go there before, he was simply too big.
Effortlessly, he pulled her off of his meat and spun her around. She fought back, but a thick arm wrapped itself around her neck and squeezed. As her breath was blocked, she could do nothing as he threw her against a low table, dropping her onto a surface covered in eating utensils.
While she choked for air, he grabbed a buttock with each hand and pulled her towards him. Ozalaund looked back, fear in her eyes, as the thought of such a thing penetrating her without anything to ease its passage.
Pain came to her. Much pain. Behodehan forced himself into her hole; his fingers reddened her alabaster flesh as the thick head of his meat passed the tight ring of her ass. He continued to push until he could go no further, and satisfied that she could not escape, again took a fistful of her raven-black hair in hand and yanked her head back.
She screamed in pain as both her bottom and her scalp suffered, but Behodehan only growled at her. He drew back halfway and then slammed back, trying to go further than before, drawing even louder screams as reward. Many times he thrust hard, each time she tensed up and howled in pain. Tears streamed down her face as she was assaulted, each pounding stroke brought with it more agony and she could only hope it would end soon. Rhouzanthoun saw streaks of blood on Behodehan's penis, and would have told him to work harder, but he seemed to know what to do without being told.
As it would happen, Behodehan lasted much longer than either Ozalaund or Rhouzanthoun had expected, and for nearly half an hour he punished her by driving his cock deep into her asshole. But no one lasts forever and finally he rammed forward one last time and loosed his come into her abused rectum. The warm, salty mix burned inside her, finding its way into the wounds that now bled lightly, and as the thick, black tube removed itself with an audible pop, Ozalaund could only curl up and cry as what had just happened to her overwhelmed her senses.
Rhouzanthoun drew near the much larger Raabani, and let him put a thick arm around her shoulders.
"She was good, and I will miss her body, but since she is a spy, I cannot let her be."
"What would you do, Behodehan?" Rhouzanthoun asked playfully.
"I have a pair of men in my employ who excel at making people disappear. They shall earn their keep with her, in more than just coin."
"Excellent, my pet," here Rhouzanthoun came close and kissed him lightly. "Perhaps, when I have delivered, I will visit you again. I do so love those who do not flinch at their tasks."
"I shall await that day with great anticipation, Elf. Great anticipation."

-

"Tools, my students. Tools of flesh, a second set of hands, or just a
plaything. Humans are the easiest to control, but the most dangerous.
They will sell out their own kind for a taste of what you can give them,
so remember to never relax your guard, and only oblige them when they
need encouragement or reward.
"But above all, never think of them as people. Only as tools."

Rhouzanthoun, on Humans.