Black and Green: The Pitiful Dark Elf Princess
Did you and I, black and green, underestimate this electric shock? Back in my childhood, the Rocket Gang from that Pocket Monsters cartoon on TV took shocks that would've turned a human to ash just from grazing them, yet they showed up fine the next day.
"That's why they say you shouldn't mix up TV and reality—look, now we've got an innocent victim!"
By the way, this is fiction too, so don't go looking for female knights out there.
"Who could've known a dark elf assassin would be this weak!"
Don't assassins train for situations like this? Even I, at five years old, got dragged by my dad to the top of a mountain on a stormy day to toughen up against thunderbolts—he figured we'd prep early!
A young orc survived that, but this assassin passes out from a puny zap? Lenaris is way too fragile!
"And don't assassins carry poison or something to off themselves if they're captured and tortured?"
Come to think of it, that did feel off. Suspicious, even.
I peeled off Lenaris's clothes bit by bit, inspecting her body here and there. Spotting whip marks scattered across her skin, I gently parted her breasts to check for wounds.
"What the? Why's she got piercings?"
Her nipples were swollen puffy around piercings that looked familiar—probably Sylvia's handiwork. Just to be sure, I checked below. Yup, definitely Sylvia. No idea if she did it to mark her territory or just out of spite, but...
"She pierced 'em nice and clean."
Sylvia was thorough about this stuff.
Anyway, overall impression? Being a dark elf, her skin was sleek and smooth, with great bounce... the kind that makes your dick stand right up... Huh?
"Why's it getting hard?"
My cock—the great female knight killer, the decisive weapon among my sows—was reacting to this dark elf's body. Weird. As far as I knew, it only stood for female knights, but now it was throbbing huge, just like when one was in front of me.
Why was my dick saluting her like this?
"I was gonna train her into a dog and toss her to Snow to kill boredom."
She was cute enough that I'd even name her—something like Poppi.
"Master?"
Behind my confused self appeared Sylvia, still in her bondage outfit, and Veronica with Snow slung over her shoulder.
"Oh, perfect timing. Thing is..."
What the hell is this girl?!
I was about to ask when Veronica, peering at the familiar face of the unconscious Lenaris, spoke up.
"This dark elf...?"
"You know her?"
"Yes, we've met once. I remember seeing her during the last war. Her name was... Lenaris Nightwalker, I think."
"I've seen her once too! Just in passing, though... No wonder she was so fun to torment!"
"I never saw her?"
Sylvia chimed in agreement with Veronica. Damn, was I the only one who'd missed the dark elf?
"Mother, dark elves handle ambushes and rear disruptions, so Master, who was always at the front lines, wouldn't have known."
True, if that's the case, no biggie!
Sylvia whispered something to Veronica, who cleared her throat with a hem-hem.
"I recall her attending a meeting at the royal castle as captain of the Dark Knight Order, made up entirely of dark elves. High status—princess, I believe."
Princess knight!
"Dark... knight? Princess?"
"There's an old saying: 'Elves illuminate the world with magic, while dark elves guard it from the shadows.' They're experts at hiding in darkness."
Like types from Pocket Monsters. Elves are fairy-type, dark elves ghost-type?
"But she's an assassin. Doesn't that make calling her a knight a stretch? Humans always say ambushing from behind ain't knightly."
Veronica smiled like she'd expected that line and continued.
"That's just a flimsy human fantasy. To dark elves, a knight is a protector who'll do anything in the shadows to safeguard their kin—like how our sow knights would do anything to protect you, Master."
Hearing "pathetic humans" from Veronica, who was human not long ago, kinda stung.
"Veronica, mouth pussy."
"Yes, excuse me."
At my command, Veronica dropped to her knees in front of me and stretched her mouth wide, swallowing my cock. As she slurped it lovingly, I bucked my hips once to tell her to suck harder. She hollowed her cheeks instantly, switching to vacuum fellatio.
"Anyway, Mother's saying this dark elf is both assassin and knight."
"But a princess? Why would she...?"
"Not sure on dark elf culture exactly, but their highborn have superior bloodlines—top combat skills. And they take pride in protecting the clan, so even as princess, she'd claim the guardian role."
Then Sylvia whispered in my ear, "She's prime sow material to bear your offspring, Master," and I unloaded a thick load into Veronica's mouth pussy.
"Gulp... haa... Thank you for bestowing daily bread upon this sow... ♥"
Ignoring Veronica bowing on her knees, I asked Sylvia,
"So, no poison pill in her mouth or anything?"
"Probably not? As princess, she'd have elite skills—who'd think she'd get caught? But how did you snag a dark elf princess?"
With that, Sylvia glued herself to Veronica, who was diligently cleaning my cock, and started licking too.
"What'd you do to make her freak out at the sight of you?"
"Oh, that? Um... nothing much?"
Sylvia started dodging, looking guilty. Veronica glared at her while cleaning my dick.
"Slurp... Silv, Master's asking— what's with the attitude?"
"Ah, haha..."
I tapped Sylvia's forehead with my cock to say drop it, then told Veronica to take the sperm-bloated, passed-out Snow and prep her. Three generations servicing one dick.
Veronica blushed, clearly picturing it.
"Then, I'll take my leave first. Enjoy yourself."
She bowed and left the cell with Snow over her shoulder.
"Now, spill it."
"C-Can I not...?"
"Want pregnancy control?"
"Eeeek..."
She clearly hated that idea, but still hesitated to talk.
"W-Well... actually,"
"Actually?"
"I... strapped a mega rotor on her for six hours straight, then dildoed her ass pussy and mouth pussy another six, and earlier, the cheeky slave demanded water from me, so..."
"You made her drink your piss?"
"Yup, hehe..."
She grinned sheepishly, probably worried I'd scold her for overdoing it. I told her to torment Lenaris more.
"For real?"
"Yeah, she's gonna be a bitch."
A night guard dog to protect me like the house. Sylvia got it, grinning wide, grabbed a bucket of filthy water from the corner, and—splash!
"Wake up, you worthless bitch!"
She dumped it on the unconscious Lenaris. As the sudden torrent hit, Lenaris twitched and started opening her eyes.
"Mmph?!"
"There we go, eyes open, bitch."
Lenaris, already powerless, tilted her head at being called a bitch.
"Bitch? You just called me a bitch...?"
"Yup. Was gonna brainwash you into a dumb slut who only thinks of cock, but Master needs a pet, so lucky you! A lowly thing like you gets the honor of being our great Master's bitch."
"No... I-I'm not a bi—mmph!!"
"Even dogs need feeding, right?"
Before Lenaris could finish, Sylvia shoved her pussy in her face.
"Here, I was saving this, but special treat for a bitch—eat up."
Sylvia spread her pussy lips, and the cum I'd shot in her earlier started dripping into Lenaris's mouth.
"Mmph?! Mmmph!!"
The fishy, musky male seed and stray pubes invading her mouth—Lenaris clawed at Sylvia to pull away. But after days without real food or water, plus constant sexual torture, she couldn't budge her.
Eventually, figuring she needed the nutrition, Lenaris started gulping it down.
"Hahaha! So proud before, scorning orcs, now slurping Master's cum like a champ! You're the epitome of a trashy bitch!"
If she couldn't eat at all, fine—but once protein hit her system, Lenaris hugged Sylvia's ass tight and vacuumed the cum desperately.
"Hey! Let go! So rude—ngh! Stop! Stop!"
Smack smack! Sylvia slapped her cheeks to peel off, but starving Lenaris didn't care, sucking away.
"Master?! Help!!"
In the end, Sylvia wailed as her pussy's cum got stolen clean.
Guess I'll feed her from a bowl later.