Orc Dominion: Elfin Descent Ch. 09

Brahm pulled Lyriena's panties aside and started to rub her bare slit. "You're so wet already; you enjoy this. You enjoy being naughty, you enjoy watching Marietta being wicked. You're beginning to understand, right? Beginning to understand how easy it is to step down that addictive path towards ruin?" He grabbed the bottom of Lyriena's dress and started to bunch it up. "Maybe you need an example?"

He pulled up the back of the princess' dress so that her bare bottom pressed against his lap, and then freed his shaft and slid it between her legs. He let it poke up between her thighs and rest against her slit a moment before gently sliding it up and down. "Can you feel how close it is to your sex? Just a few moves, a few wrong, dirty moves and it would slide inside you and claim your maidenhead. But can you imagine how good that would feel? You want to feel that, even though you know you can't, you shouldn't. You know it would ruin you, but that only adds to the appeal."

"Ah! Yes, I...I think I can see it now...but...oooh...but being impregnated is such...such a permanent thing!" Lyriena shuddered as she felt the human's hard dick slide up and down against her slit. She began to move her hips forward, humping the rod eagerly as she coated it with her juices. She had never had a man's member so close to her most intimate spot before. He was right; a wrong move and it would slide inside her and ruin her forever. The thought sent a shiver of excitement through her. It could have been, should have been Datoran's, but her fiancé spurned her advance. Did he really deserve her maidenhead? Or should it go to someone who lusted after her, and was eager to lie with her?

That question was long passed for Marietta. Her maidenhead was lost long ago, and now it was her very womb that was up for grabs. Lyriena had lost track of how many of the winners had taken her, and by the look on Marietta's face she had lost track of how many times she had climaxed. Still, her ardor was not yet subdued, and she continued to vigorously fuck the succession of hard dicks that penetrated her. Right now her fingers were locked with a burly orc, and she was pulling him into her as she wrapped her thighs around his backside.

"Not as permanent as losing your maidenhead. A bit more severe perhaps...but with that severity comes extra pleasure." Brahm positioned his hips so that every time he moved his hips upwards the head of his cock prodded Lyriena's clit. Each love tap made her shudder and moan, so he increased his pace, simulating fucking the elfin princess. Their bodies undulated together as they watched the breeding unfold on stage. A male elf approached Marietta, stroking his cock as he lined it up with her slit. "We always make sure an elf wins. The crowd loves it when he tries to fuck the woman but can't. A small elfin dick will be swimming through nine loads of cum in her stretched out pussy. He won't get any friction, and Marietta won't feel anything. Inevitably, they end up jerking their cocks to completion while holding the head inside the woman."

Sure enough, that was what happened on stage. Lyriena quivered at the sight of the elf's humiliation. Part of her felt bad, felt defensive for her people but this was quickly squashed when Brahm repositioned and guided just the head of his cock inside her. She gasped and froze as she felt the unfamiliar presence of a man's root throbbing inside her. She didn't dare to move for fear that it would go deeper, but she couldn't help but shudder as Brahm reached around to stroke her clit as he held himself inside her.

"Here comes the best part," Brahm said as he nodded towards the stage, "that was just the warm up. Here is the real insemination."

A burly orc carried a large wooden bucket holding the semen of the other 90 participants. The elf who had just spilled his seed grabbed a large funnel from the floor and worked it inside Marietta's drenched pussy. The crowd began to cheer and chant, "Pour! Pour! Pour!"

"Yessss!" Marietta shrieked. "Pour it inside me! Flood me with your cum! Breeeeeed meeeee!" The elf woman began to convulse, climaxing as she felt the first rush of hot cum gush into her body. Her dilating cervix sucked the tidal wave of seed into her womb as the orc drained the bucked inside her.

"What do you think? Should I thrust forward? I could push all the way inside you and plant my seed, impregnate you just as Marietta was."

"Aaaaah!" Lyriena's pussy clenched tightly around Brahm's cock head as she joined Marietta in climax. The dangerous words echoed in her head until they reached the deepest recesses that triggered her flight or fight instinct. No! She couldn't! She ripped her hips away, popping his cock out of her.

Brahm thrust his cock rapidly between Lyriena's thighs after she made her choice until he shot his own load all over her shaven slit. Then he collapsed back on the chair with Lyriena atop him, both panting for breath in the aftermath. "Mmm...that was wonderful, Ami. You're a true gem." He kissed the back of her ear again. "I hope you enjoyed your lesson. Do you understand a little better now?"

Lyriena continued to shake and shudder as she rode the throes of her climax. She could feel his seed dripping down her slit, pasting the entrance to her sex. She had come so close to ruin, yet she loved every moment of it. She could definitely see the appeal now, and she hoped she would be able to continue to show restraint in the future.

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"It's starting to get late; why isn't Sylvia here yet?" Lyriena asked Brahm.

He furrowed his brow. "I don't know, she's usually on time. She might have had time with a client go long."

"Time with a client? I would think that my time, and our business together is a little more important than her client."

"That depends; her plan requires her clients, and the contacts she's made. Still, she's rather late now." Brahm looked a little troubled at Sylvia's continued absence.

"Where does she live? I will go check on her myself."

"Are you sure that's wise? You don't want to be seen entering her house..."

"I do not want to wait around here all night." No matter how much she might wish to. "If I can come here undetected I am sure I can make it to her residence undetected as well."

"If you're sure...she lives on the edge of the Merchant District, where it pushes up against the old Nobles Quarter. It will be a bit of a hike though. Make your way back as if going to the castle, and then follow the Princess Boulevard to Stone Mason way. That will take you to her apartment. It's the big, red brick building on the corner of Duchy Square. You can't miss it. Sylvia lives in the second floor suite."

Lyriena gave Brahm her thanks, and then found Lorien and Elemere to escort her through the city. They both looked like the cat who ate the canary, so she assumed they had visited the glory hole again. The two guards seemed to be the only ones having a good night, well, besides the crowd at Faerie Lights. As she walked through the streets gloomy faces passed by, half obscured by hoods to hold off the softly drizzling rain.

A thick coverage of clouds drowned out the twinkling stars and the waning crescent moon preventing its scant light from illuminating her path. There were a surprisingly large number of elfs walking the streets, even so late at night. But they didn't seem to be enjoying the night life of the City of Sin, rather they looked tired and beat down, working late hours to get by. This is what I need to save them from, she thought. This is why I endured that pig's touch. For them.

The road out of the Elfin District were wet and muddy. The princess lifted the hem of her skirt up over her ankles to try and protect the garment, but the muck was already beginning to soak into the thread and creep up the skirt. A cold breeze pushed through the dress, sending a shiver down her spin. She could feel the cold night air hit the cooling cum still painted onto her slit. As she walked, it gradually began to drip down her inner thighs and pool in her stockings.

The Princess Boulveard was better lit, with torches in front of most buildings that were covered to prevent the flames from being doused by the rain. Long shadows danced behind her as the flickering torchlight hit the humans and orcs walking along the busier thoroughfare. A shudder ran down her spine as she caught the motion in the corner of her eye. She felt like she was being watched, or worse, stalked. Lyriena glanced over at Lorien and Elemere, reassuring herself that she was safe. This was a better District after all, and she had her guards with her. All would be well.

By the time she reached Sylvia's red brick building, her cloak was nearly soaked through from the damp. As she stepped over the threshold a night' bird's call cut through the din of the square.. The old brick building opened into a small foyer, with small doors on either side and a narrow, rickety wooden staircase leading up to the second floor. She could hear the faint tenor of a man's voice from upstairs. Was she still with a client after all?

"Full of pride, full of wealth, he yearned to try his arms."

The scent of iron lingered in the building as Lyriena made her way up the stairs. Tiny droplets of water dropped off her cloak and splashed onto the stairs as she climbed. Her dainty shoes, already dirty from the walk, were further soiled as she splashed in small puddles formed on the wooden steps. Did someone else arrive recently?

"He thought the King could be brought down from his throne of crystal stars."

The song was familiar, but why would Sylvia's client be sing an elfin song? Was one of her subjects up there?

"He bought the Moon to light his way, to rally all to his side."

She recognized the song now. It was the ballad of General Fereowin, who tried to overthrow her great grandfather through an alliance with Heste. He was easily defeated, and sent into exile. That was when the Moon of Deznessuian was lost to the elfs, at least until Datoran bought it back.

"But like the others the curse rolled in and drowned him with its tide."

The door to Sylvia's suite was slightly ajar, and when she reached the top of the stairs she saw a man seated before a roaring fire. It's light glistened off a large pool spreading across the floor. With a sickening feeling Lyriena realized it wasn't rain water. It was blood.

"Come in, Your Highness. Don't worry, you're not in any danger from me."

The deep voice brought the princess out of her shock. She looked down the staircase, ready to call Lorien and Elemere. What happened to Sylvia? Was that her blood? Where was she?

"You won't need your guards; like I said, you're not in any danger." The dark haired man rose from the chair and turned to face her.

The Queen's Shadow! "What are you doing here? Dorian, is it?"

A sly smile spread across his face as he wiped the blood off a dagger in his hand. "I'm honored you know my name, Your Highness. As to what I'm doing here...well, you don't really think we let the relative of a traitor run around the city unwatched do you? Tsk tsk tsk. Plotting with the elfs to overthrow the government; well, we couldn't allow that could we?"

Lyriena's heart sank. He knew about Sylvia's plan, and her involvement! That wasn't good, the last thing she needed was to provoke the orcs masquerading as humans with a legitimate grievance against her Kingdom. "I am afraid I do not know what you are talking about, sir. We are certainly not conspiring with anyone to overthrow your Queen. On the contrary, we are negotiating in good faith with your government." What happened to Sylvia? What did she tell them?

"Is that right? Well, I suppose the truth will out. You can take it up with Prince Trogar tomorrow. He wants to meet you first thing. He'll send those elf twins to fetch you. This is one meeting I don't recommend you blow off. The consequences could be dire." He said as he dropped the blood stained rag to the ground.