Taming the Dark Elf
“There’s never been a hole like this before. Is this a pussy or an asshole?”
“Quit talking nonsense and pull it out! Hnngh?!”
Lenaris screamed, her face flushing beet red. She was convinced this damn orc was spouting utter bullshit just to toy with her, claiming it wouldn't come out when it clearly was still buried in her asshole. Of course, from the orc's side, Lenaris's rear hole was clenching his cock so tightly it wouldn't budge—an otherworldly grip that had him slightly terrified he'd prolapse if he yanked it free right then. But how could Lenaris, always the one on the receiving end, possibly know the orc's inner panic? Just the fact that his cock was lodged in her backdoor was enough to make her hands and feet tremble uncontrollably. She couldn't stand the sensation of that massive thing stuffed inside her body.
And it wasn't just any cock—it was the orc's cock that was the real problem.
Too thick...! It dwarfed the dagger she'd once hidden inside her, no comparison. O-orc cocks aren't supposed to be this thick, are they...? Recalling the countless orcs she'd beheaded under cover of night during past wars, she didn't remember them being like this. Sure, those bastards had thick ones too... but this guy...! His was sturdier and far larger than the rest—so much so that calling him an ogre instead of an orc wouldn't be an exaggeration.
But with a cock like this jammed in her ass—no matter how much she tried to accept it as anal—if it stayed buried much longer...
It won't close up anymore! My asshole!
She couldn't let that happen. Even if she was being treated like a literal bitch right now, even if she hadn't taken a shit in ages, she couldn't live with a gaping, ruined backdoor. If it stretched out like that, she wouldn't even be able to hide a dagger like before...
Hide something besides a dagger?
It was tempting. Hiding even a short sword had been her limit because her ass wouldn't gape any wider than that. But if the orc's cock expanded it further? A longsword might be pushing it, but she could probably stash a decent dagger or even a kukri knife.
Wasn't her current pathetic state all because she'd met the orc unarmed during their first encounter, failing to slit his throat? If she'd had a kukri hidden in her ass back then?
His head would've split in two, turning him into a twin-headed orc!
Gulp.
With that thought, a ridiculous idea bubbled up in Lenaris's mind. Where else would she get a chance to stretch her asshole like this? As long as this orc didn't kill her—and assuming he wasn't some freak mutant with eternal life—he'd die of old age long before she did. If she could exploit it, she should. It was the ironclad rule of dark elf assassins: use any means necessary.
If her hole was going to gape anyway, might as well use this cock to her advantage. Then, if she ever got caught again, she could end some cocky bastard with a hidden kukri!
Gulp.
Lenaris swallowed again, then clenched ever so slightly around the orc's cock still twitching inside her (though it was already squeezing like mad).
“D-don't... don't pull it out.”
“Huh?”
“I said, don't pull it out.”
“Wait, I'm the one deciding whether to pull out or not, and you're the one clenching—”
“I said don't pull it out!”
She was swallowing her shame to say this, so why the hell was this damn orc balking at the offer to keep his cock buried?!
On the orc's end, he was just as flustered. Normal bitches always tried to wrench his cock out of their holes by any means necessary. Even this dark elf should've been sobbing and scrambling away. Yet here she was, not only clenching but outright begging him not to pull out?
I was gonna ask Veronica to yank it for me if needed.
But he'd chickened out—his loyal sow secretary Veronica had the strength to rip not just his cock free, but Lenaris's guts along with it. Instead, he flashed a lecherous grin at the bizarrely begging dark elf and nodded toward Veronica.
Understanding her master's intent at once, the devoted sow Veronica stepped forward and shoved Lenaris's chin up with the toe of her dress shoe. Gazing down sadistically in her crisp white blouse and tailored skirt, she said coldly,
“Then beg for it.”
“Wh-what...?”
Who's this bitch? Wasn't she just standing there quietly?
Ignoring Lenaris's confusion, Veronica crossed her arms and toyed with her lips.
“Master is graciously granting his cock to a lowly bitch like you. Who are you to make demands?”
The orc got hard just looking at the sadistic secretary—not Lenaris—but with a prime dark elf hole already impaled, he held back.
“B-beg...? Like what...”
“Please, shove your thick cock deeper into this pathetic bitch's hole, Master~ Easy enough, isn't it?”
“H-how could I say something like... Veronica, you were once a renowned female knight...”
“That Veronica Isis is a figure of history now. I am Master's sow, existing only to serve him and his cock.”
Lenaris was so desperate to avoid begging that she'd spout nonsense that wouldn't fool anyone. And Veronica? She was the orc's favored sow, currently pregnant with his spawn. Lenaris, meanwhile, was just a glorified guard dog.
There was a clear hierarchy—how dare a mere bitch act so entitled after receiving the honor of Master's cock? Veronica stared down at her coldly, genuinely baffled.
“Beg. Now, bitch.”
“Veronica, you...!”
Slap!
Lenaris's head snapped to the side. Veronica dusted off her hand disdainfully while looking down at the worthless bitch.
“Hurry up! Or do you want me to bite you again?”
“Urk...!”
Memories flooded back of Veronica mercilessly chomping her, forcing her belly-up in submission. Deep instincts as a female branded her body, compelling her to yield to the alpha sow before her. She didn't want to get bitten again. Trembling, Lenaris clasped her hands and prostrated flat.
She didn't want to say it. Beg an orc? A mere orc? She was a dark elf princess—she refused to grovel before trash like him. But pride be damned; Veronica terrified her. Logic said it was nothing, but her ingrained instincts feared the sow queen. Disobey, and she'd get mauled again.
“P-please... shove your thick cock deeper into this pathetic bitch... enjoy this bitch's ass pussy more, I beg you!”
“Master, the mutt seems to crave your cock. Shall we reward her?”
Lenaris shuddered, blurting out even unasked lines. Veronica smiled in satisfaction, bid the orc enjoy himself, and departed—to check if her master's eldest son, Silver Grizzly, had finally lost his virginity.
“Veronica sure knows how to sort out the pecking order.”
No wonder she's top sow!
The orc nodded proudly—that's my bitch—and gave Lenaris's ass a light smack.
“Hey, she's gone.”
“...For real?”
“No more backtalk.”
“...”
As soon as Veronica left, Lenaris peeked up. The orc, ready to get serious, gave a little hip thrust.
“Nngh... S-still weird! Pull it out—pull it out now!”
“You think I'll dance to your tune?”
Tired of her games, the orc finally started properly working his hips. If he couldn't pull out, might as well blow a massive load. Sure, something kept bumping his glans, but as long as she clenched tight, who cared!
“Hnnngh! Not content with shoving your filthy cock in my asshole, now you're thrusting too?! You're a real beast!”
“Every damn female knight says shit like that, but no one squeezes cock harder.”
It wasn't his first rodeo—for the orc, it was as familiar as side-dish banchan for jerking off to.
“And quit saying 'asshole'—it's too clean. Call it your ass pussy or shithole pussy.”
“What?! Ass pussy's one thing, but the second one's even dirtier than asshole!”
“Turns me on, though.”
“I hate it!”
Just uttering "asshole" had Lenaris dying of shame while offering hers up—now he wanted even viler terms for it? She shook her head furiously, absolutely refusing.
“Fine, then. No more Veronica visits.”
“...”
Twitch—Lenaris's ears perked up.