You and Me, Black and Green
Everything that met her eyes was burning all around her. Even the dark elf guardians who had spent countless hours alongside Lenaris were no exception. This is a dream. Yeah, anyone could see that. She wasn't hot or in pain amid these roaring flames. But even in a dream, watching her subordinates, her kin, die one by one again was heartbreaking.
Scattering to harass the enemy proved futile. This place was a wicked trap designed to capture and kill them all, intent on leaving no escapees or survivors. And the ones flaunting that malice, mocking them even now as they burned in the inferno, were the white Albs—fellow kin sharing ancestors with Lenaris.
Unlike the dark elves, who dominated the night with agile, stealthy bodies hidden in shadows, the white Albs had inferior physical prowess. Yet no race on the continent could match their magic, which illuminated the world and let them witness its history with their own eyes. These elves, called white Albs among dark elves, were raining down lightning bolts upon them.
Before she could even cry "Why?" her subordinates turned to ash one after another. Lenaris fought desperately. At least it was fortunate that the white Albs obsessively sought her capture, allowing her to survive. But even that resistance didn't last long.
Magical chains bound her limbs. Her vow to kill even one more of those hateful white Albs ended there.
Was she to die like this? Then the white Albs suddenly parted, and someone emerged from their midst. No, there was no need to call it "someone." She already knew.
"The high elf...! Why?!"
The guardian knight of the sacred World Tree, ruler of the white Albs—Leisia Mimir Alb. Hair like molten gold mountains guarded by legendary dragons, eyes green as enchanted forests, draped in a sheer chiton that revealed everything yet evoked no base lust, only an otherworldly beauty beyond mortal comprehension. As the white Alb queen appeared, Lenaris couldn't hide her shock.
"Queen of the white Albs! Why do this...!"
"There was a prophecy."
"A prophecy...?"
"That you would trample the white Albs' lands and burn the sacred tree."
"What...?"
No matter how strained relations were between dark elves and white Albs, they were still kin. Petty quarrels aside, burning the sacred tree? And the World Tree, silent for centuries since ages past, suddenly prophesying? It was all too suspicious.
But none of that mattered to Lenaris now.
"So you're killing me? All for that one prophecy? You slaughtered your own kin, my subordinates, my clan?!"
As Lenaris screamed at the high elf who ordered kinslaying over some vague prophecy of uncertain timing, the guards yanked the chains binding her body and shouted.
"Watch your tongue, princess of the black kin! Do you know who she is...!"
"Enough."
"B-but..."
"Stand down."
In the high elf's hand was a strange collar. What was that?
"We could kill you, but the moment we laid hands on you, the natural flow was disrupted. Further damaging that cycle would be utter arrogance and sin."
Click. The high elf fastened the collar around Lenaris's neck. She chanted something, and it glowed.
"You whore!"
The chains binding her vanished, the encirclement of guards dissolved, and Lenaris lunged at the high elf.
Crackle!
"Gahhh?!"
If not for the lightning surging through her body.
The white Albs had already caged her in an iron-barred enclosure prepared in advance. Watching Lenaris collapse weakly inside, Leisia spoke.
"We'll hand you over to the humans. We probably won't meet again."
"Shut... up..."
"The humans will surely lust after your beauty and never let you go. It's harsh, but you'll spend your life as their plaything."
Damn hypocrite—inflicting a fate worse than death and spouting such drivel!
"Kill... just kill me..."
"As I said, restoring the twisted cycle requires your survival. One thing: that collar I placed on you prevents suicide and forces obedience to your master's commands."
"You... vile bitch...!"
"Don't forgive me."
And as Lenaris's consciousness faded—
"Get up already, you worthless bitch!"
A torrent of cold water jolted her awake. Rough stone walls and floor, chains on her limbs. Ah... right, this was the prison. And before her—
"Mmph?!"
"There we go, eyes open, bitch."
—stood a brutish orc and a wicked slut. As vicious as that damned high elf...!
More importantly, what did she call me?
"Bitch? You called me a bitch...?"
"Yeah, we were gonna brainwash you into a dumb slut who can't think of anything but cock, but Master needs a pet. Congrats—you get the honor of being our great Master's bitch despite your pathetic state."
Sylvia Isis called her a bitch so brazenly, sincerely congratulating her, and Lenaris shook her head in denial. She wasn't a dark elf princess anymore—she was a slave, lower still, a beast.
"No... I-I'm not a bitch... Mmph!!"
"Even a dog needs feeding, right?"
Before her pitiful protest ended, Lenaris's face was shoved into Sylvia's pussy again.
"Look, I was saving this 'cause it's such a waste, but special treat for a bitch—eat up."
Sylvia spread her pussy with her fingers, and something poured into Lenaris's mouth. Piss again?!
No, this isn't...! It's...!
"Mmph?! Mmmphh!!"
Thick, fishy, depraved liquid—the stench alone told her. No need to guess; the whole prison reeked of it.
Orc semen!
Sylvia grunted, straining her belly, and like dumping a cup of water, orc cum mixed with her pussy hairs flooded Lenaris's mouth.
No! But...
This damned slut called it "food." Which meant...
I have nothing else to eat!
Nearly a week without proper food, water, or sleep. Hunger gnawed at her worse than anything. And now, orc semen as her meal...!
Humiliating. But Lenaris had no choice. Refuse, and she'd die. Die pointlessly on this prison floor like a summer insect, revenge on that high elf be damned.
No... I can't! I want to live! I won't die! Even if I have to avenge her, I can't die!
That nightmare had steeled her resolve. Survive. Escape no matter what. Avenge that high elf. She'd do anything for that.
With determination set, Lenaris gulped it down.
"Ahaha! So proud before, scorning orc cum—and now devouring Master's seed like a feast! You're the epitome of a lowly bitch!"
Yes, I'll endure anything for revenge!
Fishy and vile, but it filled her belly. Hardly "food," embarrassing to even categorize, but to survival-focused Lenaris, it was a banquet. Better than mud water, right? That thought cleared the way.
"Slurrrrp! Sluuuurp!!"
More. Gulp it down whenever possible. I'll survive. Give me more!
Unthinkingly, Lenaris reached out, wrapping her arms around Sylvia's ass, pressing and urging her to release more.
Sylvia panicked, trying to shake her off.
"Hey! Let go! Don't get cheeky! Ahh! Stop!"
Slap slap slap! Sylvia slapped her cheeks, but Lenaris didn't care. Delicious. Incredibly so. Once started, she couldn't stop. If this world had delicacies, this was it!
Lenaris extended her tongue, prying at Sylvia's pussy walls, harvesting the cum herself—like a butterfly supping nectar from a flower, savoring the thick, fishy white feast.
"Master?! Help!!"
And it continued until Sylvia—the one Lenaris had tormented so—sobbed uncontrollably, her pussy drained of every drop.
Just you wait, high elf!
Thus began one dark elf's true ordeal.
