The Wayward Princess

This poem (by the fictional in-universe author D. Proudpen) was written as a part of the Tales of Leinyere Story Event on Literotica, a collaborative fantasy worldbuilding event from many talented Literotica authors. Look for the event on Literotica's story page to find links to a map of Leinyere, the official timeline of all our stories, and links to all the stories in the event from all the fantastic authors who have participated. Thanks for stepping into this world with us, and happy reading!

Content Warning: This story has non-consent in it, but the victim's lack of consent is insincere. If you are not interested in reading about this, please don't read this poem.

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An elven princess lived her life inside
A castle tall and white, with gleaming spires
And twisting vines, but stagnant was her life
She smiled and waved to all the elves about
A perfect woman: quiet, fair, and sweet
But then one day she stood and looked outside
And wanted more than what she had at home
Adventure, titillation, and a jaunt
She donned her shoes and pretty purple dress
And pushed aside her double wooden doors
To hop outside into the wider world
Before her lay the vibrant, verdant lawn
That led her to the winding forest trail
It started out so joyful, bright, and green
But soon enough the trees grew tall and thick
Their many leaves were blocking out the sun
The path was dark and full of sounds of life
The princess jumped at every frightening noise
She turned and turned, and quickly lost her way
The woman hadn't been outdoors before
She didn't know what in the world to do
She wandered down those lonely, covered paths
Between the tall, imposing, looming trees
This way and that but never toward her home
Until she finally saw some signs of life
More civilized than butterflies and vines
A campfire sat within a grove of elms
And 'round it stood eleven orcs, or twelve
Yes, twelve it was, she saw, as one more stood
And heard the squeak she didn't know she'd squeaked
The princess turned in fear at what they'd do
And ran, not having seen their kind before
After a short pursuit among the trees
Her weary legs could no more hasten forth
They knew the forest, and they quickly closed
Surrounding our fair maiden in distress
They licked their lips and took a closer step
She shivered and she whimpered and she cried
And all they did was laugh and hoot and gibe
These green-skinned men were taller then she was
And two or three or seven times as wide
Their muscles bulged and strained against their clothes
And veins and cuts and scars and sharp tusks showed
The largest one stepped closer to the elf
And took her arm to pull her to himself
They didn't threaten, didn't curse or shout
They simply dragged her back and threw her down.
She cried in pain. The orcs, they didn't care
Another pulled her up by just her hair
Her neckline, gripped by fingers thick and green
Her dress was torn from collarbone to hem
They ripped it from her, tossed it to the sod
And gazed upon her lingerie-clad bod
Her willowy and alabaster form
Was nearly on display. Her cheeks were warm.
The orcs lasciviously leered at her
Tongues lolled, lips smacked, hearts raced, eyes stared, pants tight.
The fear was there, but so was something else
She felt warmth between her legs, and wetness
Her heart was racing, too. Her eyes were wide
She wanted something from these men besides
She felt thick fingers grasping at her back
They twisted cloth and tore it, snapped her bra
She squealed and tried to cover up it all
But strong hands kept her slender arms away
And they could see her titties clear as day
A low harmonic growl slipped from their lips
Joined by a moan the royal elf let slip
"No," she said and heard the brutes all laugh
She smiled herself at such a silly gaffe
Because she didn't mean it, not at all
She wanted them to look, and stare, and paw
She felt more hands upon her, roaming down
Green fingers tweaked her nipples on the way
They stood so close that she could feel their breath
They wanted more from her and she obliged
Her hands pushed down, removing underclothes
The orcs breathed in, and drool dripped from their mouths
They stepped away. The princess felt the loss
But they came back, clothes off and roughly tossed
She looked them up and down, admiring them
Her eyes took in their rippling, bulging chests
And lingered on the thicknesses below
She knew enough to know where those would go
But wondered how such things would ever fit
The thought, it scared her, and it made her flush
She reached and touched one, watched it bob and shake
The wait was more than all these orcs could take
The princess found her body lifted high
Green hands on arms and ass and back and thigh
They growled. The sound went right through to her clit
She moaned again and squirmed and bit her lip
So blind to all but chests and arms and skin
Suspended in the air, caught in their grip
She felt but didn't see their cocks approach
The warm steel heat that pressed against her mound
And lips and tits and fingers all at once
She opened wide and gripped more with her hands
And pulled and stroked and tried hard not to choke
As the largest orc-cock of them all
Pierced her depths and split her slit in two
A maid no more the princess winced and teared
But bliss o'errode the pain quicker than feared
Delightful fullness spread throughout her core
On their rods spun her lithe and limber form
Despite touching four cocks she wanted more
A needy whine built up deep in her throat
But a rough gurgle was all that came out
Around the thick obstruction in her mouth
Nevertheless the orcs knew what she meant
And added a fifth phallus to her ass
The pressure was almost too much to bear
But, still he speared her roughly, without care
The pain, like lightning, lanced into her core
Then dulled to something warm forevermore
She felt so full, so wanted, and so free
This was the woman she wanted to be
The faces of the orcs were full of joy
The pleasure she could bring to all these boys
They thrust and grunted, stretching all her holes
Her hands flew back and forth upon their poles
Until they filled her with their milky gifts
And stepped aside for more to take their shifts
For hours the elf was thoroughly abused
Her smile just grew and grew as she was used
She'd always been admired from afar
But never been enjoyed up close like this
The orcs took from her everything she had
And made her feel so scandalously bad
She felt degraded, used up, tossed aside
And couldn't wait to have another ride
They left her there, just drowning in their cum
Her eyes rolled back. She hummed a blissful hum
They didn't lock her up, there was no need
They gave no warning orders she could heed
She was their slut, so where else would she go
This elf princess would never tell them no
She curled up on the floor by the chief's bed
To rest her tired body, weary head
The next day they would fuck her all once more
And every day thereafter, evermore
And she wore just her ever present grin
As every day they fucked her once again