The Dark Elf's Insatiable Craving
Day after day, the orc vanished once more, staying away for several days. One day passed, then two, dragging on relentlessly until three had slipped by. Time kept flowing like that until it reached a week, nearing the end of the third.
“Huff… huff…”
Lenaris hung from the iron bar embedded in the cell wall, doing pull-ups. Not with both hands like the others, but with one. Even today, the floor beneath her dangling feet was soaked with the sweat dripping from her body, a testament to how long she’d been at it.
“Forget… forget… forget it!”
With every pull-up, Lenaris muttered the word forget. It had been a full week since the orc last visited her.
“Damn orc! Damn orc! I’ll kill that bastard!”
Every meal was delicious: soft, chewy bread perfect for dipping into creamy mushroom soup, and a rotating selection of meats that delighted her tongue with their gourmet flair. But strangely, no matter how much she ate of these fine foods, something felt missing—like a void that nothing could fill. In other words, nothing satisfied her.
“Right, I read it somewhere once. Orcs douse other races with their semen, turning their genitals and such into those of female orcs.”
That was surely one of the reasons dark elves were warned never to get captured by orcs. Why had she forgotten?! Of course, the past few weeks of torment—being toyed with, mocked, and even having her anal virginity brutally shattered—had left her mentally and physically shattered, robbing her of clear thought. But Lenaris blamed her own weakness.
“Yeah, my mouth is already…”
Since being brought here, her mouth, tongue, throat, and stomach had been steeped in the orc’s semen and urine, no different from a pussy. That must be why even these tasty meals left her with this odd hunger gnawing at her.
“I should’ve just died back then…!”
But she couldn’t—not when she had to avenge herself against the elves. Back then, in this prison, the only sustenance offered was that bastard’s semen. The vile creature knew exactly what he was doing by staying away! He knew her mouth had been tamed by his cum, and he was deliberately withholding himself, knowing how much it tormented her, all just to hear the word Master from her lips instead of “damn orc” or “you bastard.” That realization only fueled her rage.
“I was the fool… me…!”
And that damn bell! Every time it jingled, she’d snap to and find herself on her knees before him, ass up. It was just a plain, ordinary bell, but her body had conditioned itself to react to its chime.
“He’s really trying to turn me into a beast. That bastard…!”
She’d always dismissed his bitch bitch taunts as mere tricks to make her utter degrading words. She’d thought he fed her his semen and piss just to mock her. But now, seeing herself scamper on all fours, panting toward him at the bell’s ring, Lenaris realized he wasn’t just talking—he meant it.
“Training hard again today?”
A voice called from beyond the cell bars. It was Snow White, the orc’s daughter, who’d been stopping by daily to deliver her meals.
“What’s the point of all that effort, anyway?”
“None of your business.”
“Huh? No way? Prepping for when you offer your virginity to Daddy? Give it up—Grandma won’t let you.”
“That’s not what I said!”
Snow White pouted at Lenaris’s outburst, then shoved a covered tray toward her as usual. “Here’s your food!”
“I’m outta here~”
“Wait.”
As Snow White turned to leave after dropping off the meal, Lenaris’s call stopped her. She glanced back.
“What?”
“Where’s that orc…?”
“Daddy? Oh, he’s… um… right now, he’s probably deep into it with Mom…”
Snow White recalled how he’d gone to the training grounds to show her big brother Silver what proper female knight mating looked like. Her pussy mound heated at the thought. She wanted to rush there herself. But this dark elf in front of her was getting in the way, so Snow White shot her a glare.
“?”
Lenaris tilted her head at the sudden hostility. Snow White spoke up.
“But seriously, is it that hard?”
“What?”
“Calling Daddy ‘Master.’”
“It’s not about hard or easy—how could I call a bastard like that ‘Master’!”
Especially willingly!
“What’d he even do?”
“You really don’t know?! Hah…”
Of course she knows~ Snow White shrugged, feigning curiosity as she pressed Lenaris.
“You’ll find out eventually.”
“?”
“How enviably you’ve been fucked—later, when we’re rolling around together, you’ll rub your thighs reminiscing about it, right?”
What nonsense! Lenaris trembled with fury, which only made Snow White giggle. Then her expression darkened abruptly.
“But what’s so bad about calling him Master?”
“Obviously—”
“He’s not demanding instant submission or anything. He just wants you to call him that. What’s the big deal?”
“I just hate calling that bastard that. Considering what he’s done to me…!”
Always debasing her with filthy, vulgar acts—how could she call such an orc Master, even formally? The thought alone made her shudder.
“No, that’s hilarious. You’ll do anything to survive, but that you won’t? Daddy lets you mouth off and ignores your bullshit, so you think he’s a joke?”
“Wha…?”
“Y’know, now I’m pissed. You think he’s funny ‘cause he plays around? He’s an orc, bitch. If he wanted, your life’s gone—just like that. You’d end up rat food in the underground sewers, body never found.”
Lenaris was speechless. There wasn’t a word of lie in it. The orc who tormented her endlessly, mocked her at every turn, yet never forced her harshly. He was right—in their first encounter, any other master would’ve hacked off her hand for a rebellious slave and beaten or killed her on the spot. Hell, he’d even calmed that bitch Silveryia when she’d been raging to punish and train Lenaris.
Watching all that, had she started seeing the orc as a joke? No—his essence was orc. A savage plunderer who crushed the weak and took everything. The fact she still clung to her virginity (anal aside) was probably his mercy or arrogance. Normally, she’d already be knocked up like the half-orc girl before her.
“N-no. I can’t die yet…!”
Not until she spat in that high elf’s face!
“Then behave.”
Snow White left with a cheerful hum, leaving Lenaris shaking.
Yeah, she’s got a point. He might like me now, but if I bore him…?
Ultimately, the orc held her life in his hands. One word—“die!”—and she’d be done. She’d been too focused on the elves hunting her across the continent to notice, but the real threat right now was the orc.
But still…
Her pride wouldn’t let her call him Master. Then her stomach growled again, and a convenient excuse popped into her head.
Right, this is… this is me succumbing to that orc’s vile tricks, forced to call him Master. Yeah, it’s not my will…
Yes, she was only doing it to save her skin—her true resolve remained unbroken! Just a temporary humiliation for the future.
Lenaris nodded to herself and eyed the meal before her. Her throat bobbed with a loud gulp, saliva flooding her mouth.
But one thing was certain: it wasn’t the food making her drool.