The Leader

Pushing my hands up underneath her dress, I felt along her skin as I wrapped her in my arms. Taking her hand with my own, I placed it on her lower stomach. Through her hand, I could feel the distortion of my cock as I thrusted up inside her. With my other hand, I slid it up her skin until I found her perfect breasts. They were covered in wraps that I quickly pulled away. Pulling her hand from her stomach, to her clit and back, I used Chit's hand to masturbate herself. The whole time, I massaged her breasts. Leaning into her, I kissed the nape of her neck, before increasing my pace. Chit let out a soft gasp, as her legs went limp. I caught her weight as she came hard, but I didn't stop fucking her. As her tunnel contracted over my cock, Chit writhed and twitched in my grip. Her sporadic movements only serving to force her back and forth on my cock, driving her ever onward.

"FUCK!" She cried.

Picking her up, she shook violently in my arms as I turned around and lowered her stomach first onto the table. Chit had just enough thought, to pull her hand out and lay her head in her hands before I started thrusting. In moments, her quiet moans, were loud cries as I sawed my length in and out of her body. Chit's legs kicked uselessly as she went out of her mind with pleasure.

"I'm going to come inside you," I grunted, slamming my cock inside her. Chit just grunted, and nodded her head. "Thank me."

This time, she grit her teeth and shuddered as her next orgasm crept closer. "Thank you, husband."

Fucking her even harder, I grinned as she squeaked. "What are you thanking me for?"

Chit moaned and shuddered, shaking her head slowly. I gave her ass a firm slap making her green tinged skin jiggle for a brief moment. "Fuck!" She snapped. "Thank you for fucking me!" She screamed.

As I felt her tunnel clench for the second time, I started coming. The moment I did, her eyes glowed bright blue as she absorbed my power. I wasn't sure if that was because she was already pregnant, or if it was because she wasn't in the right mind to concentrate. Either way, by the time they were dim, she was snoring softly on the table.

"Interesting," Mareridt said from the doorway. I jumped slightly and stared at her with embarrassment. "I heard you last night and saw some with the small one. But seeing it in person is... Different."

"How so?" I asked, pulling my cock free of Chit's unconscious form.

Mareridt, "they really seem to enjoy it."

With that, she turned and strode out of the room. I sighed softly and looked down at Chit, who was smiling softly as she snored. Unable to hold back a smile of my own, I gently scooped her into my arms. Holding her like a child, I carried her upstairs and set her in the bed. As I came out of the room, I caught Mareridt staring at me from her room. She quickly closed her door before I could say anything, so with a shrug of my shoulder, I headed downstairs to wait for my wives.

It was probably an hour and two cups of tea later when I heard the flapping of wings. A small thump on the front door had me get up, but a second thump pushed the door open. Hestha was hanging from the handle and Sessa seemed to have been the one to open the door. It was odd to say the least. But I supposed their claws and talons made it awkward at times to move around on land. Considering Sessa slept upside down, it was actually quite ingenious how they interacted together.

"How did it go?"

Eila popped in and smiled seeing the pot of tea ready and waiting. "It went well. The wall is smooth. The army will have to blast it away to get handholds."

"In the meantime, you should power us up," Ally grinned as she came in behind her sister wife.

I grinned back. There was a chance we wouldn't get to do this again. And I was going to enjoy them all... Repeatedly.

***

Waking the following morning, I was surprised to see Sessa curled up on my pillow. Turning my head, Hestha was on the opposite side. With a loud yawn, Chit stirred and she in turn woke the others. With soft mutters of good morning and multiple exchanges of kisses, we all got up. We were quiet today, knowing what was coming. I dressed in my gambeson and long pants, before heading downstairs. Surprisingly, Mareridt was waiting for me, holding the first piece of armour. By the time, my wives had joined us, I was almost dressed.

"Thank you, to whoever cleaned this last night," I told the room.

I wasn't expecting Mareridt to mumble a soft, "you're welcome."

The other's either didn't hear her, or chose not to respond. Ally and Eila got into their routine of dressing in armour. Chit moved to help me get into mine. Once dressed, I helped her in turn. My polished steel was in stark contrast to her blackened iron. But I knew it was well made and tough, despite the differences. As Chit pulled her helmet on, I turned and grabbed my shield from where I'd left it the day before. Strapping it to my arm, I picked up my cape and threw it over my shoulders. With my helmet tied to my hip, I led my wives outside. Staring up into the grey morning skies I thought back to the rain while I fought the goblins. The soft clack of claws gripping my shoulders knocked me out of my thoughts.

"Come one ladies. Let's go see Baz," I said.

It seemed most of the town was awake by now. And the streets were filled with an eerie silence as I made my way to the Eastern wall. I passed man faces. Some scared, some determined. Some were armed with homemade weapons and some with real ones. Benty, Harty and her husband stood off to one side and waved, even as others scowled. There really didn't seem to be a consensus to how everyone felt right now. But we all had one thing in common. These were the people that stayed.

Rounding the corner into the market square, I was joined by Harri and Lonty. Lonty strode along in front, while Harri flashed me a smile, which I returned. We carried on until we met the stairs and climbed above to the gatehouse. When I turned around, practically the whole town had followed behind.

Looking over all the faces I sighed, before taking a deep breath. "Today, is the day we expect the elfin forces to arrive," I called loudly. "We're outnumbered, surrounded and have little hope to escape. But those of you who stayed here. Those of you who worked for this town's defense! Those of you who will fight! We are the ones who will show these invaders, what it means to be resilient!" Drawing my sword, I held it upright. "We will fight for what is ours! We will fight for our right to keep it! And we will fight to protect those who cannot protect themselves!"

The crowd roared their approval and I shouted my battlecry. Lonty showed her fangs as she yowled as Sessa and Hestha screeched in unison. The cacophony of noise drowned out every other sense. And as I turned to face the plains around the town, I spotted the first of the elfs as they approached.

"Greedy fuckers must have left before dawn," I grumbled, sliding my sword back into its sheath.

Chapter Twelve

In the couple hours it took for the elfin army to arrive, we counted their numbers. From what we could tell, the scout we captured was honest. Thereabouts two thousand soldiers. Most were on foot. Some of these soldiers didn't seem to be carrying weapons however. This led me to believe that several hundred were engineers, which explained the pack horses and carts. It was normal to bring food and water when moving an army, but we weren't far from home in the grand scheme of things. So it was no surprise, when they started pulling axes and other tools out, before heading into the trees with their mules.

"Jonharren, are they in range of the ballista?"

The dwarf in question approached, "technically. If I took the shot myself, I might not be able to hit an individual elf, but I could hit a group."

I nodded, "could you and the others hit close enough to disrupt those engineers when they bring the logs back out?"

Jonharren grinned, "aye, that I could do, no problem."

"Sir," Baz called, catching my attention. "Messengers are approaching the wall with a white flag!"

Taking a look myself, sure enough, there were Three elfs approaching on foot. "Eila, Chit, you're with me. Sessa Hestha, stay with Ally."

Sessa and Hestha hisses as they hopped off my shoulders and onto Ally's. Ally for that matter, staggered under their weight as she didn't expect that particular move. But she recovered long enough that I could bend down and kiss her softly.

"Be safe," she said.

Nodding, I headed down the stairs with Chit and Eila behind me. "Gates!" I called.

By the time I was facing them, they'd already opened enough to slip outside, without opening enough that the enemy couldn't rush in if they suddenly made a dash for it. I felt the eyes of the whole army staring as I began my march out to midfield. The three elfs, seeing me approach, stopped and exchanged smirks as I moved toward them. Though they looked slightly less comfortable once I was standing almost within arms reach.

"Well?" I asked.

The middle elf stiffened, "by order of-"

"Just spit it out," I snapped. "Cut the bullshit and make your demands."

The elf stared a moment, before recovering. "King Phaslo has been insulted. General Honej has offered, If you and Princess Eila surrender immediately for execution, the town will be spared."

I nodded my head, "is that why your engineers are already in the forest collecting wood for siege equipment?"

"Ah-"

"You really think I'm that stupid, to think after all this, you'll just walk away and leave the town unharmed?"

The elf bristled as his companions frowned, "if you do not comply, Princess Eila will be de-feminised with shears, publicly humiliated until-"

I stopped listening at that point. As quickly as I could, I grasped the hilt of my sword. Stepping back, and leaning forward, I drew the blade in a single motion, cleaving the elf from hip to shoulder in a brilliant red arc. Turning to his companion on my left, I stabbed him violently through his chest. Turning to face the last elf, who was drawing his sword, I yanked mine from the chest of the second elf, and swung, over my head. There was a wet thunk of my sword shearing through the elfs ribs as it came to a stop just below where his heart should have been. With a roar, I kicked the final elf off my blade before turning to the first elf I was speaking too. He was gasping silently, while feeling the wound I'd given him. He was dead, he just didn't know it yet. So reaching down, I grabbed him by the head and squeezed until his bones crunched and fluid poured from his eyes.

"Husband!" Eila yelled.

Coming to attention, I saw the army of elfs rushing forward towards us. Turning on the spot, I grabbed Chit and Eila around their waists and ran back towards the gates as fast as I could. The moment I turned, the ballistas started firing into the approaching army. From the shrieks of pain, I could only imagine them hitting with so much force, the spear would penetrate right through an elf and into the ones behind. As I passed the last of the trenches we'd dug, the twang of bows, followed by the whistle of hundreds of arrows filled the air. While the Ballista shot a flat, fast arc towards its target, arrows flew in a tall arc. So many of the elfs had the chance to cast spells or raise their shields. But even the few arrows that got through to the chaos, caused the army to slow. Skidding to a halt inside the gate, I shoved my wives forward, before spinning and hurling my weight into the gates. There was plenty of time to get them closed before the army started pounding on it.

"Eila, what's that chances they have axes?" Eila looked worried for a moment, and I nodded. "Seal the entrance with stone."

Eila nodded as Ally rushed towards us from the wall. Sessa and Hestha arrived, landing on my shoulders a moment before she did. "I was worried," she cried, throwing herself into my arms. "What happened?"

I looked at the surrounding guards who were listening in and nodded. "They wanted me to surrender with Eila for execution, in return, they offered to leave the town in peace."

Eila snorted a laugh, "that's not how our people do deals. Especially not General Honej. He'd have the women raped, impregnated and then murdered in front of their husbands, fathers and children, just for fun." She shook her head. "No, refusing and defending the town is the best chance we have."

"So what did he say, for you to kill him?" Baz said, walking up.

I looked at the captain and nodded, "he told me he was going to have Eila de-feminized and humiliated. I'm sure he said something else, but I wasn't paying attention."

"Humiliated until dead," Eila shuddered. "Those were his exact words before my husband cut him in two."

Baz nodded, "I thought he'd have said something of the sort." Turning to face the surrounding crowd. "Listen up! Whatever you believe, whatever you think, whatever you wish. Just know that these elfin bastards are monsters. There's no deal we can make where we come off okay. We have supplies to last months if we ration now and an endless supply of water. Don't go doing anything stupid!" Just as he spoke a dozen arrows flew over the walls. But due to the shape of the town, most of the arrows landed harmlessly on the roofs and stuck firm. Only where there were roads in the same direction did they land on the ground. But the few people who saw this, moved to the sides and avoided most of the shots without even paying attention.

Catching my eye, he nodded back towards the wall. So with a nod I followed after him. The top of the wall was chaos. From up here, we could see where the elfin army was trying to pick us off with arrows. Most of these arrows hit the stone battlements and shattered. Occasionally one got through and hit a guard. But anyone on the walls wore heavy armour and there were only a few cries of pain and shock. More worryingly, were the blasts of magic that made it up this far. Fireballs, flashes of lightning and the occasional spear made of ice flew past. Unlike the arrows, these attacks dissipated on their own once they'd travelled a certain distance. I kept my shield up, more for Sessa and Hestha than myself, and approached the edge of the wall. Almost immediately, I heard the tink of an arrow bouncing off metal, but I ignored it. At the rear of the army, was an elf with a helmet and a long green plume.

"Jonharren! I have a target!"

The old dwarf chuckled as he supervised one of the teams. The ballista weren't mounted near the edges of the wall, so they weren't in direct view of the elfs once they were close enough to actually fight back. So even as spells and arrows whizzed overhead, they kept loading, aiming and firing.

"Jonharren, right at the back, middle of the field, big green plume."

The old dwarf chuckled and took a look for himself, "aye, I see him."

I watched in grim amusement, as Jonharren took over for the gunner and readjusted the machine himself. He spent a few minutes fiddling, before pulling the release lever. The ballista let out it's familiar THWANG as the bolt flew out towards the target. Unfortunately, the elf I suspected of being Honej, stepped aside at the last moment and the bolt sailed past, slamming into a passing engineer. I watched as he raised his hand and a few moments later, a burst of light shot from his palm. Leaping in front of Jonharren, I took the blast in the chest. The metal of my armour heated rapidly, before the beam petered out. Thankfully, like most effects, the heat was magical in nature and while It blued my armour slightly, I didn't feel a thing. The elf seemed to stand there a moment, before turning and striding further back into the engineers who were dragging out their logs.

"Thank you," Jonharren said.

I shrugged, "don't worry about it. Spread the word to the others. Aim for anyone with a fancy helmet. Those will be the captains and other leaders. Take them out, and this will be less an army and more a rabble."

Turning around, I frowned at the sight of Chit showing a group of civilians a rock and a branch. There was plenty of wood laying around that was rejected from the spears and were too large for arrows. She was busy whittling away a notch in the wood, before pressing the large stone into the gap. Wrapping twine around the stone to hold it in place, she'd made some kind of hammer. What I wasn't expecting was for her to stand well away from the others. She swung her hips from side to side a few times, seeming to build momentum as she swung the hammer like a pendulum. But she turned the swinging into a full body spin. After making a full rotation, she stepped around and hurled the hammer over the battlements and into the army of elfs. I watched the arc of the hammer as it flew through the air and watched as it slammed into the shield of an elf below. He must have been charging a spell at the time, as a massive burst of energy went off, killing and injuring several elfs around him. When I looked at Chit, she was grinning like a she-devil as the civilians got to work making more hammers.

The fighting wore on for another hour, before a horn rang out. All at once, the elfin army began to retreat well out of bow range. As the plain opened up, we could see hundreds of bodies laying out in the plain. Some were clearly dead, trampled, crushed and sometimes torn apart. But others cried out, or tried to crawl back to their encampment. The sound of the dying elfs grated against me.

"Baz, hold up a white flag."

The captain nodded and sent Lonty off for what we required. She returned a minute later with a large sheet. Grabbing one of the branches from Chit's pile, she tied on the sheet and headed back over. I gave her a nod and she started waving the flag from the top of the wall. Honestly, I had no idea whether they'd even respond after I killed their last messenger. But sure enough, after a few minutes, a small group rode out of horses. I watched them approach with shields held in front of themselves. They were clearly nervous.

"State your terms!" One called.

"No terms, just wanted you out here to chat," I called back. "You may approach the walls to collect your dead!"

With my message delivered I stepped away. I didn't want them calling something to antagonise me again. But honestly... I should have... No sooner had the elfin messengers returned, before a group of elfs started crossing the plain. I sat on the edge of the wall and watched in horror as they moved up to each wounded and crying soldier, and simply stabbed him to death in the dirt. The angry muttering of my men rang out around me, but I held my silent vigil as I watched what was basically a genocide at my walls.

"This is monstrous even by our standards," Ally said softly.

I nodded and pulled her to my side. I needed to remain level headed during this war. I needed my loved ones for my own strength. Even Sessa and Hestha were quiet as they watched.

Chapter Thirteen

The next two days were monotonous and quiet. After the elfs slaughtered their injured, the corpses were left to rot in the sun at our doorstep. Our ballista teams got in plenty of practice over the first day, firing spears into the camp. They weren't accurate enough to target anyone in particular, but they'd successfully slowed the construction of the siege towers. I had been worried about trebuchets, but there wasn't enough ammunition on hand to be worth it. But the army itself got into digging trenches for the first day. Maybe another few dozen were killed at range, but they dug onward until they could hide beneath the ground from our attacks. Sessa had made two trips over their camp to scout, but I'd forbade her from going again after her wing was scolded by a blast of fire, probably from Honej himself. Most of the time, we just patrolled the walls and kept quiet. The more we seemed to be at ease, the less the civilians would panic.