Taming the Dark Elf
A day passed, then another, and yet another after that.
“...”
“What? Don't mind me, I'm just taking a break. No intentions of training you like a bitch or anything! Noooope!!”
Again. Lenaris scowled at the orc watching her from beyond the bars of her cell. But regardless, the orc just grinned from ear to ear, staring at her without so much as laying a finger on her body—just as he'd claimed he wouldn't.
“...”
But there was no one she could trust. Who in their right mind would believe an orc over the devil himself? Lenaris snorted derisively, turning her back on him to start doing squats.
“Oh yeah.”
“...”
Every time her ass dipped down, the orc's appreciative groans echoed from behind. At first, she ignored it. But hearing that sleazy chuckle and those moans of admiration once or twice was one thing—doing it every single time, no matter what exercise she did? It was impossible not to notice.
If he'd been scheming his usual vile attempts to break her, like before, that might've been different. But lately, he'd stopped altogether—just observing her, watching without issuing any commands or pulling any tricks. Of course she'd be suspicious.
The bastard who always subjected her to his lecherous, downright evil schemes was suddenly playing the nice guy. How could she not wonder?
What's he plotting?
She didn't know his game yet, but as long as he wasn't touching her unnecessarily, it was actually a good thing. She'd overheard the orc and his goblin minion talking recently—apparently, the white Alvs were looking for her, for some reason. Even if escape wasn't an option, she couldn't just sit idly by and let herself get caught.
Years of captivity in the slave trader's cramped pens, barely eating, had left Lenaris's body in a pitiful state—she didn't even need to check to know. Her strength had plummeted, and worse, her agility, the lifeblood of an assassin, had dulled noticeably. She couldn't guarantee victory even against some lowlife high elf follower.
That's why, aside from mealtimes and sleep, she poured every moment into physical training right there in her cell. Escape was one thing, but what if the orc changed his mind and dragged those elf remnants here? She had to prepare.
Though I doubt even he'd be dumb enough to do that.
Unlike other orcs, this one was clever—a freak mutation, you might say. He wasn't the type to shoot himself in the foot. Still, who knew? He might sell her out for his own safety and glory.
“Hoo... hoo...”
Lost in her thoughts, she'd lost count. Her ragged breathing suggested she'd done quite a few, though...
“Twenty-eight! Two more!”
“Shut up!”
Why the hell are you counting, you freak!
Lenaris ground her teeth but finished the remaining reps as he'd said. As she paused to catch her breath...
“...!”
She suddenly realized she was hungry. How long had it been since that “nutritional supplement” from the orc around lunchtime? And now her body was craving more.
Training was great, but this was the real problem. Her body, finally moving again after so long, was burning energy and demanding fuel in kind.
“What?”
She whipped around to face him, but the orc just gave her a look like what do you want?
“...”
No way!
No matter how hungry she was, crawling to the orc's feet and sucking his dick for it? Lenaris shook her head vigorously.
And water? As if. Thanks to Veronica's bitch training, all she could consume was what came from his cock...
“Here, drink some water.”
“Shut your mouth! Not your filthy... huh?”
...Unexpectedly, real water appeared. Not his yellow, stinking piss, but genuinely clean, clear water. Watching him slide bowls of it into her cell like feeding a pet, Lenaris eyed him suspiciously.
“What's your angle?”
“Angle? Come on, you're working your body that hard—regular hydration's essential, right? Besides, I can cum white stuff from my dick anytime, but yellow stuff? Not always reliable.”
He shrugged casually as he offered the water. Lenaris snatched the bowls like a wary wolf, dragging them to the corner of her cell.
“...No aphrodisiac or anything in it.”
“Hey, that's harsh! When did things between us get so cold?”
“Since you bought me.”
“And you tried to stab me the second you saw me?”
“...”
She had no comeback for that. It was true—she'd lunged at him with a knife right away. Feeling needled, Lenaris turned away in annoyance and took a sip from the bowl.
How long had it been since she'd tasted real water sliding down her throat? That pure, clear sensation... though it was almost too pure, lacking a certain flavor.
“?!”
What the hell am I thinking!
She whipped around and glared at the orc.
“What now?”
“I could kill you.”
“Suddenly?”
Seeing his baffled, punchable face somehow lifted her mood. She gulped down the water greedily. Maybe she'd mistaken thirst for hunger—her body needed hydration. She drank more.
No matter how starving she was or how they'd treated her like a dog here, she couldn't beg the orc for his cum.
Of course not.
Lenaris drained the bowl, caught her breath, and resumed squats. But a problem arose. Well, it had been an issue before.
My gut... the knife inside...
Up and down, flexing over and over—the blade hidden in her belly (everyone but the orc knew) was seriously irritating her.
A quick workout might've been fine, but days of this? Unavoidable distraction. And yanking it out?
“What?”
The orc was the problem. The knife was bad enough, but him staring all day, especially during her bathroom breaks, made it impossible.
“Turn around.”
“?”
“Turn. Away. From. Me.”
“Why?”
Today he was extra chatty. Just do it! Lenaris almost yelled but clamped her mouth shut, wary of giving him ammo.
No choice. Endure or pull it out now. Naturally, she chose the latter.
“I'll kill you for this someday.”
“Whoa, what's with you today?! Ohhh?!”
His eyes nearly bugged out. No wonder—Lenaris was stripping. Where else would you see a dark elf princess voluntarily baring herself?
But it wasn't for show. Biting her lip in humiliation, she squatted down.
“Hngh!”
In front of the orc's intrigued gaze, she bore down on her ass. Elves of any stripe didn't shit. Yet despite eons, the organ hadn't atrophied—it lingered, a perfect secret weapons cache for dark elves like her.
I-I mean, virginity doesn't matter to assassins!
Female assassins hid weapons in their pussies or whatnot, but Lenaris—noble even among her kind—had heard her subordinates nagging about protecting her useless virginity. Now look at her, suffering this embarrassment.
Don't look!
“Hnnngh!”
With her groan came an embarrassing sound echoing through the cell. The excited orc ducked for cover, anticipating disaster.
Why hide now! Dark elves don't shit!
If he'd leered like usual, rage would've drowned her shame. But he always timed it perfectly!
“Don't run!”
“What the— is she some kinda perv?!”