Taming the Dark Elf
Now was the time to tame the dark elf. She was looking at me with that anxious expression partly out of regret for herself, and partly because if she didn't eat, she might die. But I couldn't jump to the hasty conclusion that Lenaris wanted me right here and now. Veronica was a prime example of why not. She'd sworn not to let me touch Silveryia's body, enchanting me with her own instead, all while plotting to stab me in the back. Of course, the end result had been pregnancy for mother, daughter, and even granddaughter—but the point was, the more beautiful the flower, the more likely it hid deadly poison. I had to stay cautious.
"Tasty?"
"Chomp chomp chomp."
She was eating so frantically that even as I stroked her back and asked, she didn't spare me a glance, let alone a reply. She was utterly focused on slurping up my semen from that dog bowl. When I prodded her a bit more, she turned around with the bowl in her mouth, wearing an expression like you're so annoying, then went right back to chomp chomp chomp—clearly telling me to leave her alone.
I'd wanted to see her humiliated, shedding tears of resentment at her pathetic sight of crouching like a dog and devouring orc semen from a dog bowl. But my imagined scene wasn't playing out at all.
"Hmph!"
Once she'd polished off the meal, she even snorted at me mockingly. Then, as if to say look at this, she sauntered back to her cell, tail swaying. Standing on two feet, she brushed the dust off her body and turned to me.
"What are you staring at? If you're done gawking, get lost."
"…"
I felt oddly defeated, my brain freezing for a moment as I stood there rooted to the spot. But Lenaris couldn't care less—she started using the cell's fixtures to train her body anyway…
"Do I look like a walking protein shake dispenser to you?"
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Something felt off. My cock felt less like a cock and more like a machine spewing protein shakes. It was meant for ravaging and making bitches cry, not fueling some assassin's workouts. This was humiliating me more.
"Heh."
Lenaris smirked at me while doing sit-ups, her ankles hooked over an iron bar.
"Ugh…"
Part of me wanted to just fuck her senseless. Rip that damn tights to shreds and slam my cock into this dark elf bitch's pussy! But no—hold back, hold back! That would go against my aesthetics. I loved cornering desperate bitches and making them submit to my cock, not just raping them outright. That would tarnish everything I'd built so far.
…Honestly, I knew it was bullshit for an orc like me to act all principled. With precedents like Silveryia and Veronica, pretending to have some grand philosophy now was ridiculous. But still!
"Lenaris! You've truly pissed me off now!"
"Didn't I just tell you to fuck off? My body's stiff from not training for so long. Or what, you wanna be my punching bag?"
"Ughhh!!!"
I'll show you! I spat some third-rate thug line—like a protagonist planting a flag with the heroine—and stormed out.
Damn it, just you wait!
"Someday, you'll be the one begging me to fuck you!"
"Hmph, don't get your hopes up."
She just had to get the last word in, that dog bitch. Where the hell did I even get a rotten female like this?! I rushed to Goju, the one responsible(?).
"Hey! Goblin! Where are you?!"
"Why you callin' for me, Boss!!"
"Shit, you scared me!"
I'd called him, but he popped out of nowhere without warning, startling the hell out of me! I wanted to smack him, but I glanced toward the cells in case Lenaris heard, then dragged him to a corner.
"What! Somethin' go wrong?!"
"Your tone's a bit much?"
"You look all down, not like you, Boss!"
Yeah, thanks to you. I took a few ragged breaths, then pointed at Lenaris and said to Goju,
"Forget that—where'd you get that dark elf from?"
"Bought her from humans!!"
"Humans were selling her?"
"Give humans money, they'll sell anything! Even their own parents! So I paid the slave trader, and they handed her over!"
"Yeah? Did they say anything? Like how they caught her, it was a pain in the ass, that kinda thing…?"
"Nah! Said she'd been stock for years 'cause no one bought her!"
"I see… So that's how it is…?"
No way. Even without skills, that bitch's looks were top-tier, fingers-within-countable stunning. And humans, pickier than anyone about beauty, didn't buy her? Bullshit. They'd pay a fortune to make her their concubine. Why not? Because she's the dark elves' princess? Since when did cock-sleeves care about that?
"Or maybe… they feared retaliation from the knight order she led…"
That's why I hadn't surfaced her yet either. Worried the dark elves might find her. No need to stir up trouble when orcs weren't numerous enough yet.
But the more I thought, the weirder it got. How does a dark elf knight captain end up enslaved?
"Did the human say how they caught her?"
"Nah! Said they bought her expensive somewhere to resell!"
So Lenaris had been sold to humans as a slave for some reason… If humans captured her themselves, they'd have something solid to control her with—guaranteed safety from her subordinates—before auctioning her off. But no human's that bold: fearless of dark elf revenge, keeping a highborn assassin who could slit their throat anytime. For years, even. How did the dark elves not know about Lenaris all that time? The gears weren't meshing right.
"Time for you to get back to work."
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"Unleash your pet rats. Things might get dicey."
At that moment, Gojuju beckoned me to lean in. I did, and he whispered,
"Was gonna tell you about that black-ear bitch anyway, Boss!"
"?"
Why beckon if you're gonna shout anyway?
"Got an info-gathering request!"
"From who? Human?"
"Human, yeah! But…"
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"The info they wanted was weird! Asked where that black-ear bitch is, who she got sold to!"
I glanced at the cell. Lenaris, mid-training, whipped around the instant Gojuju finished speaking. She strained to eavesdrop, like she was desperate for intel…
Oho? Pretending not to notice, I asked Gojuju,
"Her? A human? Now?"
"Dunno! Might not even be human!"
"Might not?"
"Humans too scared of black-ear revenge to buy her won't suddenly want her now!"
"Meaning… someone else is looking for her…"
Whoever they were, probably not dark elves. If they knew their princess was locked up here, they'd have raided already. Whatever their identity, this might reveal why Lenaris was fighting so hard to survive here. Or I could guess without asking.
"…"
Looking at her, Lenaris gripped the bars till they bent, trembling in place. Her eyes burned not with fear of enemies, but hatred and rage. So revenge was priority one? Maybe she lost someone precious—a lover, family. Or her subordinates. Complications aside, the key was: could I use this to punish her?
Unknown enemies? Fuck 'em. When have I ever run scared? Friend or foe, use 'em while you can.
I told Gojuju to gather more intel and sell those humans some half-assed but not-total-lie info—vague enough to hook without confirming—then headed back to Lenaris. Acting oblivious, like I didn't know she'd overheard, I approached.
"What, hungry again already?"
"Hmph, at least make your bullshit believable."
That was practically a declaration of war. I plopped down right there.
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"What're you doing? Train or something."
Might come in handy for my Lenaris-bitchification plan.
…No guarantees, but probably.