The Frigid Marshes (ToC PvE Arena)

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Delfyn's efforts to deride the bunch only caused them to chuckle, and earned her another firm smack on the rear once she'd been hoisted over the shoulder of one of them. "Ngh.... Gonna make this jiggle all night once we're back in camp!"

All too soon she was on the floor of their tent, and the orcs were disrobing around her while Delfyn's strength slowly but steadily returned to her, but only up to the point at which she would be able to move but not defend herself. Armor clanked, leather straps came undone, and after a few moments Delfyn found herself surrounded by what might have been many a woman's most illicit dream. All of the orcs were almost absurdly well muscled and well defined, outdoing the best of her male kindred by a wide margin with pure masculine prowess. Rippling, toned musculature detailed by well earned scars and sweat was only part of the picture, however, for once the their clothes started to come off Delfyn was exposed to a manly musk the likes of which she had never even imagined. The sixtet's removal of their armor left her breathing in a cocktail of differing masculine scents, all of them equally potent, and the hormonal barrage hammered at her physiology with the pure need to mate and breed despite her mental efforts to dispel the traitorous fantasies running through her head.

"Daaaamn.... She looks like she's got it bad," one of the bunch grunted as they once more stared down at her, leering at Delfyn like she was some exotic pet in a menagerie. "Hah, she does.... Looks like she just wants to get her little elf brains fucked out," another said smugly as he stooped down and clapped a hand onto her ass, "don't you, slut? You wanna get fucked... You've been hoping for it since we brought you down!"

The group shared a chuckle at her expense, but Delfyn was grabbed under her arms and hoisted back to her feet. She could have kept standing easily enough on her own by that point, but her returning strength didn't grant her the prowess needn't to resist as they promptly started to both grope and disrobe her. They crowded in around Delfyn, touching whatever portion of her body that they could; orcish hands groped her buttocks, her thighs, her chest, even her sides and upper arms. Her armor clattered to the floor in mere moments, straps undone or simply torn, and with the hardened plating out of the way the only thing between her attackers and her skin was a bit of cloth. That barrier didn't last long, but the impatient men didn't bother to pull it off in the traditional sense; they simply tore apart her upper clothing, ripping it asunder by strength alone and tossing the scraps aside. Delfyn's breasts were grabbed the very moment that they were exposed, one simply kneaded while the other had its sensitive tip grasped, squeezed, tugged, and twisted by one of her captors.

The bottom half of her dress proved more problematic to remove, but one of the orcs around her crouched down and tugged, slowly dragging the garment over the swell of her rear until it cleared and ultimately pooled around her feet. Left clad only in leggings and panties, the assault upon her bottom only grew more enthusiastic, with four of the orcs trading off on groping each of her rear cheeks. Her panties were tugged off a moment later, and then the orc behind her rose, and the lot of them forced her down to her knees.

"Heheh... Lets see if this slut has figured out her place yet!"

"You ever sucked a dick before, elf? Not one o' those lil peckers your menfolk have, a REAL dick!? Like this!"

The orcs had, up until then, kept their pants on, but that all ended now. Delfyn was confronted by a half dozen half-erect green cocks in practically as close range as she could without actually touching them. Even the smallest of them, at half mast, was at least two inches longer and nearly a full inch thicker around than the biggest cocks that she had ever seen from any of her human or elven partners, and without preamble the man who had landed the last hit on her grabbed Delfyn by the hair and dragged her face towards his crotch. "You oughta know what to do... And don't even try biting, all it'll get you is a dislocated jaw."

"Use yer hands too!"

"C'mon slut... Get to work! You've gotta please all of us now!"
 
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Re: The Frigid Marshes (ToC PvE Arena)

Delfyn could only bear whatever the orcs did to her as they carried her back to their camp and then into the tent. Her energy returned slowly, but even the thought of resisting made her feel all the more tired. It was almost as if the magic that had kept her alive was also keeping her helpless, ensuring that she would be able to do whatever was expected of her by her conquerors, but unable to resist them and provoke a second fight. The elf wordlessly cursed this realm from the ground, still quite cold even without being frozen, though the fire was quickly warming the tent.

The orcs began to disrobe soon after settling into the tent, and Delfyn's eyes wandered over them whenever she believed they weren't looking. They were all so... very muscular. Their bodies were almost impossibly toned and hardened by training and battle, much more than any elf or human she had ever seen! There was something undeniably attractive about it, something primal within her that desired nothing more than to be ravaged by such a powerful group of warriors. Much as she hated that little voice inside of her, much as she tried to quickly suppress it, she was finding it more and more difficult already. The more nude they got the thicker the air became with a scent unlike any the elf had ever encountered before... The sweat of their earlier exertion mingled with a sort of musk that hit her as hard as their axes had, even further awakening desires she had never quite known she had.

The tips of Delfyn's long ears began to redden as the orcs gathered around her, staring down with predatory grins and taunting her. She didn't know if her face had actually betrayed her inner desires or if they were just talking shit, but either way she knew she had to deny it. "Shut up" she protested, "I wish for no such thing! To be touched by... wretches like you is simply awful!" One of them knelt down beside her then and slapped her lightly on the ass, making her squirm as he groped her and then hooked his arms beneath hers, pulling her to her feet. The elf could only grit her teeth as the men gathered closely around her and began to strip her, hands ripping at the straps of her damaged armor and pulling them apart while others teased her thick thighs through her pants, groped and slapped her rump, really touched every inch of her body that was easily accessible to them.

Her armor soon came crashing to the floor, and once exposed they grabbed the soft padded shirt she wore beneath it at the collar and simply ripped it in two in a rather impressive show of strength. Delfyn's breasts barely had time to jiggle free before a pair of rough hands grabbed them; one of them squeezed and kneaded her chest firmly while the other focused on her nipple, giving it a rough squeeze and then pulling on it, twisting, drawing a sharp cry of pain out of the elf... She was distinctly lacking in experience, and perhaps as a result her body was devilishly sensitive, and she had to bite her lip to keep from making all sorts of noises as they assaulted her, trying to keep from showing them the effect they were having on her. Doing a rather questionable job of it considering the way her nipples stiffened against their hands, the way she scrunched up her face with the effort of resisting. And they had only just begun... Soon enough one of the men squatted down before Delfyn, tugging at her pants quite vigorously until finally they slipped off her wide hips, leaving the orcs free to grope and sack her rump through the plain thin panties she wore. She could only squirm in their grasp, letting out quiet gasps as they felt her up quite roughly all over, until finally they tired of allowing her even the tiniest shred of cloth to cover her and pulled the panties down around her ankles.

The elf was quite the contrast with the men who now owned her for the day, and not merely because her skin was pale and theirs was green. While they were quite obviously warriors, their bodies honed by a severe lifestyle, one would scarcely believe that Delfyn wore armor and bore a sword into battle by looking at her. She wasn't unfit, certainly, but her body had remained soft with plenty of feminine curves despite her activity, her thighs and rear thick; it was clear that her command of magic accounted for much of her prowess on the battlefield.

The orcs pushed her down onto her knees, taunting her and gathering around close as they took out their cocks... Delfyn let out a quiet gasp as she was confronted with them for the first time, which she immediately regretted. She had heard rumors that orcs were well-endowed but this... this was ridiculous! The smallest among them was so much bigger than any dick she had ever seen before, and it wasn't even fully hard! She couldn't even begin to imagine taking them inside of her, and yet... On her knees surrounded by so much powerful masculinity it was becoming impossible to deny her desires. The one whose blow would have proven lethal to her grabbed her by the ponytail and pulled her in, but he hardly would have needed to; she wanted to suck him. She wanted to suck all of them. To take their long, fat, musky dicks into her mouth and worship them until they were fully erect and ready to give her a proper ravaging!

Even so the elf couldn't admit it, not to the orcs and not to herself. "You are nothing but brutes... animals" she practically snarled before opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around the tip of his member. Though she looked up at him with hatred in her eyes she still began to slowly bob her head back and forth, her tongue brushing against the underside of his length and even lapping a bit at the head of it unprompted, though it took her a little bit to reach out with her hands to grasp two more of them, lightly stroking them. The taste, the smell, the feeling... it was all so overwhelming, especially given the knowledge that this was but a preamble to being used and abused until dawn and perhaps even beyond, until her belly was round with a half-breed. She was already wet, and though her legs were tightly closed to try and hide it she was obviously aroused, and the longer her lips stayed wrapped around the orc's cock the more into pleasing him she became, bobbing her head deeper, working him more with her tongue, all the while looking at him as if she wanted nothing more than to slay him on the spot.

When she found him fully erect Delfyn pulled off him, taking the next into her mouth and swirling her tongue around his tip for a moment before she began to bob her head back and forth. She would keep going until he too was fully erect, her hands working to tease the others somewhat halfheartedly. The elf would work her way around the circle, bringing each man to full mast in his turn and keeping them that way with her hands as she moved on, until finally she came back to the orc who had felled her. She brought her lips to his member and hesitated there for a moment; she hadn't been straining herself up to this point, hadn't been forcing herself all that far down their members, but now that she was done fluffing them they were probably going to demand more of her... Could she even take such monstrous cocks without gagging and choking? The thought gave her pause, made her keep to the first third of his shaft as she started trying to please him, hoping that that would be enough...
 

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Delfyn's verbal berating did her no favors, though it also earned her no harm. The orcs merely laughed, the derision telling in their growing jocularity and ever more intense pawing at the captured elf's body.

Once pushed to her knees and confronted with the surrounding buffet of orcish meat, her shocked gasp only caused them to let out another uproar of raucous laughter. The further her actions and reactions exposed her lust incongruously with her attempts to project her hatred of them, the more amused they would become, but with her in prime position to start pleasing them their laughter at her expense wouldn't last long. Delfyn, however, quite apparently didn't need their prompting to get to work, and the laughing of the berserker who had brought her down drifted off into a groan as her soft lips embraced his rod.

"Ahhh.... That's right... Keep on doing that..." The orcish warrior grunted as Delfyn began to bob, and even if she was trying to kill him with her glare, he seemed only to take further pleasure in it. With the masculine musk she had been made to breath in before now transformed into a flavor that Delfyn could - and would - sample in detail, the effect on her libido only intensified. The orc didn't take long to reach full hardness under her attentions, twitching and pulsing as it went from soft to firm to stone hard in her mouth, rapidly filling out the small space until Delfyn could barely fit even all of what she was bobbing onto. Her first customer wouldn't let her just pull away, however, grasping her by the hair and ensuring that she kept up her motions for an extra few moments before allowing her to move on to fluff the rest of the group.

The orcs, though different in many ones on closer inspection, were all cut from similar cloth. All strong, all muscular, all well toned and well scarred... And all absurdly well endowed. The smallest of them was over nine inches, at least two longer than the largest she'd seen from any human or elven partner she may have had, and thicker by a significant margin. The longest was nearly a foot, comparable to her forearm, and the thickest was too big for her to even get her lips all the way around the head. None of them took long to get hard, and though her hands half-heartedly tried to keep some at full mast the rest took care of that themselves, slowly stroking their thick green rods towards her pale elven face.

When they were all ready, however, the ordeal of her mouth wasn't quite done yet. The berserker grabbed her by the hair once again, unnecessarily pulling her towards his cock, which had long been bereft of her attention while the rest of the group was seen to. "C'mon elf, it's time to get more serious... Heh, you don't want me at full stamina when I start railing that lil pink cunt o' yours, do ya?" He declared, though when she again willingly wrapped her lips around his manhood the brute let her do her work as she pleased. As it turned out, she hadn't quite gotten him to full mast and full hardness earlier, as the orc's already massive rod seemed to grew as she endeavored to take it a little bit deeper and please it more fully. The grip on her ponytail tightened as Delfyn hesitated, and with that a firm thrust he pushed deeper, forcing himself halfway down her throat. There he would stop, her gagging preventing him from going any farther, but still he held, looking into her eyes with a satisfied grin as Delfyn choked on his dick. He would release after only a few moments, allowing her to pull back to breath, and while she gasped for air the orcs shared yet another round of boisterous laughter for her struggles.

"Haaah, aright, playtime's over... Time to put a baby in 'er!" the orc who had prompted her lack of breath declared, and suddenly grabbed Delfyn and hoisted her up, pulling her over his shoulder. He carried over to a table, which he cleared off with a sweep of one hand. Even as the rustling of paper and clinking of metal and glass settled on the ground below, Delfyn was slammed onto her back on the table, enough to hurt just a bit and produce an audible thump. Her legs were grabbed just below her knees and pressed up until they were pinned against her shoulders, leaving the orc about to ravage her hovering over her. There was no hiding her arousal now; it was plastered all over her inner thighs, and now plainly visible to the surrounding greenskins once the one who had put her into place stood back a bit to admire her. That prompted another burst of laughter and derisive comments, but the berserker was quickest to stop and stepped forward. He was tall enough that, even planted on the table, Delfyn was sufficiently low that he had to crouch slightly to put his rod into proper position... Which left her able to see the massive orcish cock aimed downards at her unprotected sex. There was to be no condom, and no chemicals to inhibit her unusually high fertility, while this orc was one of the biggest of the lot and was easily the biggest partner that she'd ever been with, ensuring that if he did cum inside her his seed would be planted right where it counted.

"Where's that defiant look now, huh? Heheheh.... Tell ya what.... Make ya a bet... If you can keep that act up 'til I'm finished, I'll pull out for yah! We'll see how long you're sayin that you hate m'dick!" The leering berserker declared, grasping his member near the base and raising it, allowing him to slap it repeatedly against her moist petals. "What'd ya say to that, huh? Ain't I generous?" His casual slaps ended as he instead pressed his fattened head against her entrance, teasing her with how imminent her penetration was... And by a wild greenskin no less!
 
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