Chapter 9: Chapter 9 – Urganza – Volition

“You should accept my apologies, Orc High-Lady and Overlord Urganza.” Antilorwe’s formal tone had a glint of steel and something more; something playful and teasing that staggered Urganza.

Ignoring the reaction that her presence forced out of the two delightful creatures in front of her, Antilorwe continued pointing at Cyrene with a mischievous smile, “But that one, our pretty little Sugarplum does have an aura of adorable charm that none of my silken garments could easily complement.”

The tall willowy Elf Maiden reached Urganza and slowly extended her hands; their meaning evident. The sudden change of music only added to her irresistible appeal. One which, neither the powerful Orc nor the shy girl could withstand.

Urganza’s traitorous feet moved on their own as if an unseen force propelled her to move closer to the Elven beauty. She slowly grasped the extended hand with her own. Faint sparkles danced along her fingers as they melded together. Then, gingerly, their arms came to embrace, sending waves of tenderness throughout Urganza’s entire body. Soon, both the elegant Lady and the powerful warrioress let their bodies sway to the enthralling rhythms emanating from the ornate music box. Antilorwe’s body bounced gently in time with each flow, enticing tingles shooting from head to toe, the allure of the Elf Maiden filled her soul, stirring her inner core. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t stop herself from moving to press against the soft curves of Antilorwe.

Tantalizing, the scent of Antilorwe continued to inflame Urganza’s desires, stroking a ravaging fire, coaxing it to turn into an infernal maelstrom. The fragrance from the Enchantress intensified with each subtle movement, sending raging sparks across the burning cauldron of the Orc High-Lady’s already overwhelmed senses. The undeniable odour emanating from the gorgeous Elf Maiden became unbearable. Mixed with the seductive gaze along with the intoxicating touch creating a potent cocktail -- a brew of decadence and sin. Urganza had no choice but to feel, to crave, to dream; to accept and to submit to the swirling sensation created within the whirlwind vortex inside her mind.

The rancid sweat gathering underneath Urganza’s shirt fizzled into an inferno, inciting her limbs to move with increasing tempo. This was no longer just a simple fleeting attraction -- this was her very vitality giving essence to a tempestuous storm that ruled her actions. That enchanting scent from her continued to assault her mind, drawing her inward, reaching deep inside Urganza’s troubled soul, disturbing every trace of reason; tempting her further to make irrevocable mistakes. Urging her to ignore her own deep-rooted affection for Cyrene. Forcing her to ignore the beautiful presence of Cyrene.

Cyrene herself couldn’t help but slump against a couch. Spurred by the mesmerizing movement of the two before her, she could only let a heavy sigh to calm her own trembling nerves. When their hips began to collide, with obvious intent, her emerald eyes widened, curiosity in them replaced by another subtle emotion. The shy girl was surprised to discover that there was more to the dance in front of her than she thought possible. Under the distraction of lust and unquenchable passion, she witnessed a profound connection between Antilorwe and the warrioress.

What was that strange kind of sympathy that she sensed? Were those touches intimate or merely casual? Her face did not betray those thoughts coursing through her mind in a wild frenzy, mingling with the heat flowing in her veins, sweeping her down towards an impassioned edge. Gazing a predatory expression at the two would-be lovers, she cast a warning glance at the powerful Orc. Her senses begged her to leave the hall, but her hand was deeply rooted, firmly, clasping tightly at the armrest of the couch. Her eyes, refusing to withdraw from the debauchery unravelling in front of her.

Antilorwe felt hands sliding down her back until the sweeping sensation of the supple slope of her thighs meeting Urganza’s well-toned calves sent powerful tremors rippling through her aching frame. Each time her body met the hard-muscled surface of Urganza, her breath froze, and her heart thundered, like a caged beast seeking freedom, against her rib cage. That intense throbbing pulse finally reached the brink of overload, urging the enchanting Elf Maiden to pull away and create a distance between them. Yet her own movements were suspended in those intricate swirls of sensual pleasure, lured into a maelstrom of taunting desires, awash with ravenous passions. For every pull she made to distance herself, she found the powerful hold of Urganza, those strong fierce fingers closing tight on her slender hands, forcing her to succumb to that tempestuous torrent inside her mind.

Still distracted by the sudden rush of affection in the otherwise stoic Orc’s demeanour; the suggestive illicit coupling promised by her partner; she failed to notice her own hands slipping beneath Urganza’s arm, digging nails into the Orc’s taut waist; dragging those pert breast hard against the supple form of her willowy frame. As an involuntary moan escaped her peachy plump lips, Urganza’s hips stumbled violently, her warm breath crashing against the tall Elf’s neck, spreading a hot sensation across the Lady’s pale ivory skin.

The Lady of the Manor opened her eyes to watch Cyrene with a bewildered expression, drinking in the wallowing act before her eyes with disgust. Incredible guilt flowed through Antilorwe, mangling her already failing self-control from within. She lingered dangerously close to the borders between a deep-seated craving and her own capacity for tolerating indulgences. Shaking, she tried to shove Urganza off her, determined to end this once and for all. Yet, her hands fell limply, unable to muster the sapped strength. The powerful Orc’s warm breath filled the space, invading her own lungs, and inciting a carnal desire inside her body and mind. Precariously fleeting moments slipped by and Antilorwe’s own struggles became two-pronged. The alluring presence of the Orc and her own physical reactions taking priority. Wrestling against her treacherous emotions to break away from the sweet contact. Only to feel Urganza pirouette towards her flank. Those delicate breasts pressed firmly against her back, causing her to feel those achingly erect nipples painfully pierce through the linen shirt.

With a tug that is impossible to resist, Urganza drew Antilorwe close. Those tantalizing lips pursed into an oval, closing the distance between them, coaxing her to delight in the forbidden heavenly taste. Urganza’s kiss was sudden, deep, passionate and elicited all the wicked longing inside her, transforming it into pulsing blood through her veins. A wave of pure arousal swept through her spine, alighting sparks of excitement echoing through her nerves. That flood of sensation building to a breaking point. The scorching sensation rolling through Antilorwe’s loin awakened every dormant impulse. The touch escalated that razing liquid fire surging inside her. Mere moments before the final magnificent culmination of her wonderful lust, Urganza pulled away. Every muscle in Antilorwe’s body screamed for release, leaving her dazed. Despite the marvellous opulence of the hall, she was left breathless in a dark dimly lit space. The unmistakable glow of heated pleasure still sizzling on Antilorwe’s exposed skin. The long limbs of the Lady of the Manor snaked around Urganza’s thews-encased neck, pulling those amethyst lips for another deeply craved kiss.

Urganza’s mind reeled. More so from Antilorwe’s response than her own actions. Her enhanced orchis olfactory nerves worked tirelessly, under assault by the overwhelming tang of sweetness. Unrestrained was her desire. That intoxicating perfume that Antilorwe wore triggered every living nerve, attuning her to any impulses that evoked pleasure in the Elf Maiden’s body. The physical sensation surrounding her couldn’t be fully comprehended by her body. Her inner core craved that intoxicating nature of those scented lips on her own. Her feeble battle-addled mind failed to discern how a pure physical stimulation could evolve into something far deeper.

Did that incredible kiss awaken new urges, inciting Antilorwe to reciprocate? or was it just the aroma of desire released from her own sultry soul? Only an overwhelming sense for release prevailed over her warring senses. To allow those ravenous passions to consume her completely. Urging her to surrender into the depth of her own sinful desire. At that moment, Urganza the powerful Orc Warrioress, High-Lady of the Stone-Cleave Orcs and the Overlord of all Orcs was anything but a bumbling thrall under the onslaught of her own desires.

Urganza dragged her tongue against the smooth edges of the Elf Maiden’s kiss, sending jolts of voluptuous arousal shuddering throughout Antilorwe’s midsection. As much as she wanted to push back, those sultry, silk-soft lips, ripe like a juicy fruit in summer, attacked her entire mouth in hunger. Enthralled by the mysterious pheromones in the scent, by the fragrant aroma of Antilorwe, her seeking hands roamed over the Lady’s quivering frame. Deep inside her, Urganza inhaled the most intoxicating of scents known to Orcs, emanating from the silken smooth curves of the most alluring being known to her. Wet desires mixed with pheromones, smothering her brain, rendering her existence futile. Urganza chose to let go and revel in the nectarous kisses that showered her. Her hardened nipple struggled through the linen fabric of her shirt and begged to be soothed with tender touch -- with the tender touch of Antilorwe.

Urganza moaned at the enticing embrace, clawing fiercely at the arms still tightly wrapped around her neck. Urgent whimpers haunted her, coaxing her to rip the fabric that stood between their naked wanton caresses. Leaning more, Urganza sought comfort in the velvet grooves of Antilorwe’s neck. At her actions, heavy moans filled with tiny gasps inbetween, spilled from the Elf Diplomat’s lust-filled lips. All that remained was for her savoured breaths to meet with the puffing of Antilorwe’s chest. Urganza wasted no time in diving between those lush breasts, those prominent peaks strained under the exquisite silken fabric, luscious rosebuds hidden behind a not-so-subtle layer of smooth silk.

With trembling fingers, Urganza yanked the straps of Antilorwe’s dress, loosening her pale beautiful arms from its confinement. Holding the dainty elf by the shoulders, Urganza twisted Antilorwe, wrapping her up in a heated silken embrace from behind. With the nearness to the nape of her neck, the Orc High-Lady gulped deep draughts of those intoxicating breaths, alluring headiness drifting to her drugged mind. Her lips pressed on the shoulders of the elf in a fierce smoulder, the insistent warmth of her lips making the High-Elf writhe wildly in the powerful toned arms of her companion.

Urganza -- her fervent attention further stroked by the pleasured moans from the gorgeous beauty in her arms -- further ripped the embroidered straps, releasing Antilorwe’s demanding breast from the confines of her silken garment. Plunging her fingertips deep into the firm roundness of the Elf Maiden’s succulent mound, she let her other hand slowly dip lower. A few gropes on those curvaceous hips drove Antilorwe’s perfect ass into the hardness of Urganza’s stomach, testing the strength of the Orc’s endurance. An act that the sturdy warrioress could only respond with clenching her thighs together.

Antilorwe’s wide hips pivoted and twisted beneath Urganza’s stubborn grip, offering her only one course of action; hold on to that sweet waist and those soft tits. Taking advantage of the moment, Antilorwe twisted. Her own eyes overcome with lust, hand fervently guided with a carnal lull, pulled the knots of Urganza’s linen shirt tremblingly, revealing delicious mounds of flawless orbs. Leaning closed, Antilorwe opened her delicately chiselled eyelids, drinking into those wonderful sights of the two exposed tits before her. No further words were needed. Smiling her victory, she plunged forwards, devouring those glorious globes of delectable green flesh with open ravenous mouth. Each nipple pushed into the waiting orifice of Antilorwe’s lips, her own chest heaved and her whole body trembled from the sensation the orc delivered from the careful ministrations of her own flicking hot tongue.

The tall curvy Elf Maiden felt the strong press of Urganza’s right arm around the low back of her neck, pushing her full weight on the Orc’s body; inviting her to delightfully let her tongue skillfully do their lewd act. Antilorwe squeezed hard against Urganza’s generous form, gaining a bit of control with every moan that she elicited from the orc. Pressing more, the elf realised that the Orc High-Lady’s breasts were achingly swollen almost akin to pressurized with the milk of an overfull lactating tit. She was presented with the decadent Orc willingly thrusting her lovely plump teats into Antilorwe’s eager lips, begging for more tender care of her tongue. Her ruby lips spread, plundering the offered twin bounties of those engorged nipples. Stretching her mouth to its natural fullness to swallow every delicious morsel of offered flesh. As if responding to the inevitable summons of her caressing tongue, throbbing veins massaged through the Orc’s hardened nipples.

An unrepressed shudder rolled through Antilorwe’s neck, signalling Urganza’s obvious desire -- to switch. Lifting her face off those stiff, shapely tits, she kissed Urganza gently. Those amethyst lips meeting the longing nip from Antilorwe made the stoic Orc Warrioress almost scream in desperation. A dastardly shiver of exhilaration ran down Urganza’s spine as she sensed the High-Elf’s own legs trembling in anticipation. Her supple calves almost gave out under her.

Breaking the heated kiss, Urganza slid down the Lady’s willowy frame. She kissed along the Lady of the Manor’s smooth jawline. Down her neck to that white plump bosom exposed from her callous act. A trail of gleaming golden saliva left her rich purple lips, marking her progress and finally coiled softly along Antilorwe’s lovely rounded curves. Kissing each part of her pert pink nipples. Drawing only small whispers from the Elf Maiden.

Antilorwe was not going to deny her request. The throbbing flood of desire was extremely overpowering. Her hazel eyes now rolled in their socket, while her fragile fingers now gripped a handful of thick dark hair tightly, urging her to go harder.

Entirely opposite to the tenderness of Antilorwe, Urganza sucked feverishly. Pressing hard her face into those perky mounds, licking each sweet nub mercilessly, refusing to stop until the pale flesh turned hot pink from ruptured blood vessels from her wanton act. Even the redding of those plump breasts served to ignite Urganza’s core to vibrate with renewed interest. Daring to roll one curvaceous tit in her hungry mouth, with fiery ardour. Sucking one and then another. Toying each with that rough, rugged tongue of hers -- to force Antilorwe to pant uncontrollably in pleasure, pleading with any available aid to encourage Urganza. No resistance. Instead, Urganza found Antilorwe urging the furious act to continue. Proving again that she loved it, even more, the frenzied affection from the orcish beauty, encouraged Urganza to let her sensual teeth, her enamelled tusk, grate in on Antilorwe’s fair complexion. Digging a bit deeper, just enough to draw a slight whimper of pain laced with excessive pleasure from Antilorwe. Urganza nibbled hungrily on those begging pink-hard buds until the Lady of the Manor’s ecstasy-filled moans filled the hall.

Antilorwe desperately tried, to choke down her squeal and failed. Sensations tore apart her insides. She arched her chest and hummed in overflowing ecstasy at the suckling attack on her deeply bruised nips. Tongue swirling on those exquisite domes, heated sighs rippled through the air with every forceful pull from Urganza’s tusked greedy mouth. Even the warm steamy breath of the powerful Orc Warrioress that flowed across her tits, caressing her flesh all the way to her shoulders, made her strangely aware of her own skin. Each burst of Urganza’s brutal assault stoked the fires of that forbidden thing. She cried out again, lost in the thrumming waves of Urganza’s fervent attention.

Antilorwe could not hold it any longer. She craved that wanton rush of skin on skin, unhindered by layers of silk and linen fabrics.

Almost as if responding to her unspoken demands, Urganza’s hands wrapped around her smooth narrow waist. Her strong fingers hooked into the falling fabric of her evening gown, forcefully yanking the entire delicate attire down. Brushing sensuously against the luscious and barely covered ass of Antilorwe, the fine exquisite silken material dropped deliciously below, finally pooling beneath her feet. While her little boudoir clothes fell down, the Lady of the Manor was left in a shameful pose -- one that she had enjoyed multiple times in various companies -- left almost naked, clad in nothing except, for her lacy black satin panties and the intricate spider silk stocking that adored her supple calves.

Standing there alone, stripped completely with only a tiny pair of stockings and panties left, almost all of her sensitive parts exposed, Antilorwe clenched her thighs. Her ivory-white lithe frame seemed perfect enough to writhe between Urganza’s formidable thighs. The demands of her own sex, ever-growing behind her satin panties. Urging to be free of the confines, to meet the ravenous tongue of the Orc. Antilorwe stood there almost bare-naked for Urganza to fondle.

With her wrist entrapped behind Urganza’s thick neck, leading to a red-hot vise grip of the Warrioress’s palm holding her upright, the eyes of Antilorwe and Urganza met -- letting either of the silently acknowledge the uncontrollably burning lust in the other. Urganza huffed with a ferocious intensity. A passionate whine rose from her thick lips, a gesture of her intense urge to ravage the enchantress before her.

Both, Elf Maiden and Orc Warrioress breathed heavily from the brutal ravishment of their own desires.

Urganza scooped the tall gorgeous beauty in her muscle-defined arms. Her powerful arms grasped the generous curvy ass of the Lady of the Manor while those supple elven calves wrapped around her own muscular torso. The smooth silken feel of Antilorwe’s peachy butt wiggling in the palm of her hands caused her own heart to race wildly. That alabaster pale body clung to her chiselled orcish frame. Every pull of her svelte limbs only served to tantalize Urganza further.

Antilorwe herself was drenched in sweat. White skin adorned with beads of sweat, that she looked absolutely angelic. There is nowhere else that Urganza would find such enticing curves worthy of her current appetite. Her arms still wrapped around Urganza’s neck, Antilorwe thrust her own hips deeper -- rubbing her swollen pleasure pearl against the staircase-like abdominal muscles of the Orc.

“Please....” begged Antilorwe in a sultry voice. Biting her bottom lip, then she stifled a moan.

Urganza effortlessly carried the swooning Elf Maiden in her arms towards the wide ebony hardwood table. Gently, like letting a dove rest upon a wobbly perch, Urganza laid Antilorwe on her back. The ivory-white skin of the elven diplomat, providing a stark contrast to the dark polished surface of the table, further boiling the liquid flowing in Urganza’s veins. Sitting on the edge, Antilorwe clenched her thighs tightly, teasing the powerful Orc. Teasing the Urganza by denying what she craved the most. Forcing her to use her strong hands to pry her creamy thighs open.

“Urganza,” said Antilorwe with a steamy sibilant tone born of rabid hunger, “let me feast my eyes on your sensuous form.”

The intoxicating aroma of the open flesh of Antilorwe’s thighs intensified Urganza’s carnal desires further. Her smouldering amber eyes locked onto the permeating wetness of those satin panties. The Orc Warrioress stared intently at the spreading stain originating from the twitching folds of ivory whiteness.

Reading that deep piercing gaze -- Antilorwe knew exactly what she wanted. With a flick of her wrist, she swatted the hands of Urganza. Her own hazel eyes fell on Urganza’s breeches.

For a narrow fleeting moment, both lovers-turned-combatants exchanged deep mutual glances. Their eyes devoured each other's smouldering gaze. Eventually, despite the burning need inside her, Urganza finally knew what Antilorwe craved. Reaching closer, she grabbed the elegant fingers of Antilorwe in her thick callous palms.

“The passion you awakened in me is too intense. A raging conflagration. Not just my skin but my insides churn,” stammered Urganza between each breath, pleading before the Enchantress. Sensing only a scowl of disappointment from the gorgeous half-naked beauty seated before her she added, “Fine. It is not just my clit, my vagina throbs. Your fingers are too slender to meet the demands.”

Only a playful smile crossed Antilorwe’s soft peachy plump lips. Sliding her hands along the sides of Urganza’s waist, she allowed her own fingers to delve deeper into the folds of the breeches.

“Antilorwe, I can take care of myself with my thick fingers. Please let me taste your juices,” begged the embarrassed Warrioress. Urganza could only watch with restrained curiosity as the long slim digits of Antilorwe disappeared past the waistline of her leather breeches.

“You have been too much focussed on gratification with the male kind.” Antilorwe laughed, basking in the adorable struggle of Urganza, knowing full well that every delay enhanced the need inside the Orc. She would have teased Urganza more were it not for the boldness of her own desire to satisfy that savage appetite that began to nudge Antilorwe.

With a sharp snap of her finger, she beckoned. Her ever-vigilant maid appeared promptly almost as if materialising from her shadows.

“Bring the two-headed please,” commanded Antilorwe, eliciting only a nod from her maid, who was well used to the antics of her Mistress. Urganza, her senses flooded with lascivious desires, failed to process the exchange and stared blankly.

“Orc Overlord and High-Lady Urganza,” said the Elf Maiden in an alluring voice, “You will learn what we could achieve with a bit of innovation and improvisation.”

Cherishing the adorable awkwardness painted on Urganza’s face, Antilorwe took advantage of the moment as she slowly yanked the breeches off of Urganza. Eyes glistening, Antilorwe reached for Urganza -- fastening her hands around those rich verdant green skin with steely muscles undulating beneath. Upon the sight of the graceful verdant stomach, surrounded with every delectable scar wrought by the brutal combats and raids, Antilorwe couldn’t help herself from biting her bottom lip.

In a true Orc fashion, Urganza had wrapped a clean loin cloth around her waist, one that Antilorwe found both oddly erotic and unconventional but alarmingly arousing at the same. Being bound by a thong up her middle, made her muscle-bound physique all the more appealing. Urganza’s toned upper body seemed to curl upwards towards the apex of her breasts. When it came to aesthetics, Urganza certainly had no peer.

The thick linen fabric of the loin cloth fared very little against the oozing wetness from the Orc High-Lady’s nether regions. It made for a great visual spectacle for Antilorwe to greedily gaze at.

“Come near,” cooed Antilorwe in a sweet delightful voice. Despite the excess spilling pent-up sexual energy in the taut body of Urganza, her heavy legs refused to budge, neither moving forwards nor backwards. The Orc’s inaction kept Antilorwe feeling hopeless. Grinding her molars together, she made one final desperate attempt to force the Orc to obey her wish -- by reaching out swiftly towards the loin cloth.

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Antilorwe’s finger slowly curled, tugging at the end of the thong. Just a few stubborn knots remained. Giving into impatience, the Lady of the Manor’s long fingers, finally abandoned the delicate task and simply pulled the last piece of fabric protecting Urganza’s modesty. To her utter amazement, the knots unravelled under her fierce tugging. As the piece of cloth covering her well-lubricated slit gently fell away, Antilorwe’s gaze travelled down that short, curvy yet undoubtedly bulbous swell. An exhilarated gasp of pure delight escaped the Lady of the Manor’s excited lips. Antilorwe feasted her hungry eyes with Urganza’s pretty pink slit staring at her. Hidden among her thick small and curly pubes and between her large folds, rested the Orc Warrioress’s huge swollen clitoris. Pretty pink clitoris, now almost red from the rush of heated blood, swollen to enormous proportions to be almost considered a small bulge. Leisurely, just the tip of Antilorwe’s tongue licked up the honey that pooled inside her mouth.

“Urganza, if I hadn’t heard about Orc women and your slight deviation in anatomy, I would have sworn otherwise,” uttered the Lady of the Manor in a sultry seductive voice. And those were only words. Yet Antilorwe could see Urganza clenching her muscles -- cramming down on her clitoris harder. As if that would calm the needs of her pleasure pearl.

“The pearls of our folds usually swell when aroused and amidst the Orc women, mine is just a bit more responsive,” explained Urganza with a sheepishly apologetic stance.

Gone was the strong powerful Overlord, in throngs of passion and in its stead, stood a shy, clumsy Orc Maiden, adorable and cute in her apprehension. Antilorwe, could not help but willingly fall deeper into her web of carnal desire for Urganza.

The Elf Maiden slurped lustily and leaned in, just enough to tease Urganza. Just close enough to see the pubes bristle under her tensed breath. The sweet odour of the Orc’s nether region mingled with her sudden arousal saturated the air, wrapping the Elf Maiden like a curtain. Antilorwe could only proceed to swallow down that sweet dripping blissful promise before her. Filled with sweet arousal, Antilorwe managed to give birth to a genuine moan as she fleetingly tasted Urganza’s delectable flavour.

Her temporary delight was denied by the strong arms of Urganza pushing her back. Disappointment cascaded through Antilorwe as she gulped down Urganza’s musky-scented sweetness.

“Let me taste your sweetness,” said Urganza ferociously nudged by her own undeniable arousal giving birth to aggressiveness.

Urganza’s words and tone only served to stoke the embers of dark passion coursing inside the Elf Maiden. Antilorwe’s quim craved fulfilment, and with every passing moment, with every breath of the unsurpassable Warrioress before her, her cunt only grew demanding. Tension built within her, swelling her tummy, itching to be released. Nothing felt as stimulating as tasting that bubbling molten core. Her deep hazel eyes gazed in mesmerized wonderment as the stunning Orc, bend her knees and knelt before her. Her audible sigh escaped her lips when those strong hands of Urganza slipped beneath her satin panties and cupped the shapely cheeks of her ass.

All manner of wicked thoughts coursed through Antilorwe’s mind as she tried desperately to hold back from begging, abandoning her dignity. A near-impossible feat. Especially since her lover seemed not to harbour any similar inhibitions whatsoever. Without the slightest sense of self-control and given only to her sheer carnal urges, Urganza slid her hands, slowly parting her eager legs apart.

The sight of the powerful Orc Warrioress, with well-chiselled frame harbouring undulating muscles beneath those battle-scarred skin, her fiery smouldering amber eyes and hot red tongue holding pure wanton pleasure, only served to augment the warm sanguine thrill. It created a delicious sensation in Antilorwe’s trembling cunt.

Abandoning all pretext, Antilorwe’s voice suddenly turned raspy and fell into a pleading whimper as she implored, “Lick me, lick my precious hole. It feels so good. Lick me hard.”

A thousand unsaid things exploded upon the Orc Overlord’s stunning face. Antilorwe tried desperately to utter. Anything to convey her overwhelming need. But only the immodest sinful pleas came from the Elf Maiden’s gaping mouth. All while, a cruel smirk rolled over Urganza’s face. With one swift movement, her strong hands sought its destination. The callous fingers of Urganza, slowly parted the luscious wet folds of Antilorwe’s cunt. The swollen labia parting, revealing her tender treasure. Slowly swirling those lovely pink clitoris between her thumb and index finger, Urganza extracted a pleasure-filled gasp from her lover.

Delighting in Antilorwe’s pink pearl twitching under the onslaught of her own passion and her lover’s touch, Urganza broke her silence. “Oh yes! This is where you belong. aren’t you my beautiful elf?” spoke Urganza while her brazen fingers pinched the swollen clit slightly, stirring her drenched vagina.

“Yes, this is my home, High-Queen Urganza. You have cornered me,” moaned the Elf Maiden. Despite the throngs of pleasure washing through her, her wit did not abandon her.

“How about you beg to become the High-Queen’s consort instead?” inquired Urganza with the same contorted mirth, while already hungry for Antilorwe’s juicy goodness.

“How about using the tongue of yours for something good instead?” retorted Antilorwe even as her clitoris throbbed wildly as every drop of sweet nectar slowly emptied from Antilorwe’s well-lubricated passage.

The scent of raw sex from the Elf Maiden’s quim assaulted the olfactory nerves of Urganza, rendering them a jumbling mess with overloaded senses. The succulent odour of Antilorwe’s hot steaming depth lingered tantalisingly within Urganza’s sensitive nostrils. The smell, forcing the Orc High-Lady to reevaluate the wonderfully sinful promises emanating from her lover’s drenched slit. Urganza was even more enthralled by the feel of her slippery fingers and how they flowed effortlessly through Antilorwe’s silken folds. Her languid motions tickled the topmost part of the spread Elf Maiden while her digits encircled her clitoris, teasing them again. Urganza’s fingertips gradually pressed down, eliciting a violent throbbing twitch from Antilorwe’s lush valley.

Pressing closer, Urganza demanded, “Beg to be the High-Queen’s concubine then. Plead to accept what is rightfully yours.”

“What is mine? Tell me, please High-Queen,” begged Antilorwe in a haughty and teasing manner, “Tell me why I am so beloved. Or tell me what I must do.”

Urganza simply smirked. There was an intense hunger pulsating from Urganza’s lust-filled eyes.

Urganza leaned closer, her red hot tongue darting out, slithering up and around Antilorwe’s beckoning entrance. Tossed between the titanic forces of her overwhelmed olfactory senses and the surging tidal wave of a desire for the Elf Maiden, Urganza simply pressed closer. More harder. Involuntarily her tusks slightly sank into Antilorwe’s soft labia. That sharp dagger-like pain was instantly forgotten. The sensations quickly building from the act of her tongue eclipsed everything else, making way for a flood of carnal desire coursing through Antilorwe’s heated body. Without care, and giving into her primal nature, Urganza consumed the Elf Maiden’s innocent innocence -- without mercy.

Urganza’s attack was relentless, thrusting her beautiful tongue inside the tender folds of Antilorwe. Outrageously hot liquid spilled from her pink and ripe feminine canal, coating Urganza’s tongue and chin. Urging the Lady of the Manor’s cunt walls to release another crease of fluids to drench her chest, Urganza filled her lover’s marmoreal passage with her spit-coated tongue. She greedily sucked every oozing drop of the Elf Maiden’s cunt juice, savouring every droplet of the forbidden nectar. All without hesitation, without any regret. The brutality slumbering within her, now awoken, drove her deeper into a journey of wanton pleasures. No matter how deeply or softly Urganza explored the moistness of Antilorwe’s depths, there always seemed to be another stratum just beyond the reaching frontier. The lust was all-consuming. Lost within the rapture of illicit depravity, Urganza was alerted by the approaching footsteps.

Well aware and given to the proclivities of her Mistress, the maid stood still. The mousy girl’s eyes transfixed on Antilorwe’s well-engaged quim lying exposed in an open invitation to the Orc Warrioress. Her Mistress gazed upwards with wide inviting gestures, baring her trembling spread limbs and generous bosom for inspection. She knew exactly what her mistress wanted and she held it exactly in her hands. Resting on an ornate gilded tray, atop a red velvet pillow with golden tassels outlining the borders, stood a double-headed toy clasped to fine leather straps. Slowly nodding and in an act of total submission, she meekly presented by holding the tray to Urganza.

In response, Urganza’s brows shot upwards like the release of a bow in reverse. The Orc’s eyes hawked on the strange item on the tray, carried with such reverence. The thing looked quite fragile with a thin long neck and delicately widening tips. An alarmingly intense tremble emanated from her libido -- spurring her even further. Urganza could only barely infer its meaning. The Orc Warrioress, though had her share of partaking in vast variety of illicit sexual acts, she was still unfamiliar and rather not personally acquainted with the slightly bent salacious looking device. But she had heard of such a device. Always used to add stimulation to every scene. Known for their potency when used skillfully. Now she saw it for herself. Undoubtedly one of the strangest items that she had laid her eyes upon.

“High-Lady Urganza, it takes a while for first-time novices to get it right. With your permission, I will secure them on your hips,” said the Maid. Her mask of professionalism concealed well, her lewd desires from the Orc.

As if to prove her point, she plucked off the device, revealing thick leather straps with small ornate ivory hops, evenly spaced across each other. Dangling the structure from the six leather straps, she slowly approached Urganza with carefully measured steps. Stopping a few paces before the Orc High-Lady, both as a sign of reverence and to allow her an ample view of the stunning naked body of the battle-hardened warrioress, she spoke in soft tones.

“My Lady, please relax your nether muscles, like when you take a male between your legs. It will allow me to slide it in easily.”

Taking a deep breath, she added, “You are already lubricated, so this should be easy to insert. So would you now please relax and spread your legs wide for me to slip it in?”

The maid offered a slight smile as she coaxed Urganza’s thighs apart. Leaning down ever so slightly, she placed the end of her fingers against Urganza’s tightly clenched vulva. Releasing a shuddering gasp, Urganza trembled and opened her legs even wider. With deft hands, she slowly spread her labia and in one languid motion thrust one end inside her trembling orcish cunt. A wave of ecstasy cascaded through Urganza, and, indeed, as soon as she placed the delicate design into the High-Lady’s most prized area, Urganza went rigid. The odd design almost seemed to massage her marmoreal canal in ways she had never thought possible before. Even at her most sultry, her young tight pussy just couldn’t resist the silky textures and subtly ribbed bumps against her inner flesh. Stretching all the way inside, almost as if the device moulded itself to fill her individual depth, it dipped even lower until it felt like it was nestled and snuggled between her swollen labia.

Meanwhile, the maid worked the leather harnesses over her hip, attaching two sets of clamps that stretched around her waist. Securing the first set of clamps, she tightened the other sets on the inner thighs. Despite the complicated look, the setup, held by smooth leather and with the strength of Urganza’s own pelvic muscles, stood precariously and yet subtly stable between her swollen inner labia. Looking down, the Orc Warriroress felt as if a small pole arose from the depth of her cunt. The meaning of her newly added appendage, self-evident.

Suddenly Urganza found Antilorwe kneeling in front of her, with her luscious lips turning a big oval, closing on Urganza’s fake organ. Giggling at the sight of her snuggly fitted toy phallus standing upright. Panting breaths escaped from Antilorwe’s mouth. With well-practised tiny sucking movement, Antilorwe pumped the pole with her lips. A golden thread of saliva stretched from her peachy lips to faux appendage. While making sure that every nook and cranny was doused with her viscous fluid, she coyly lifted her head, meeting the Orc’s eyes with an enchanting glance of her seductive eyes.

Though not connected by nerves to feel the affectionate act of Antilorwe, Urganza felt the pressurized surge from the Elf Maiden’s action. Antilorwe managed to maintain the manner of seduction, displaying utter ease and mastery of performance. That act of the Elf Maiden, kneeling before her, almost worshipping that faux pole from her cunt, that lascivious looks she received, mangled her insides alighting a new all-consuming inferno inside Urganza. Is this what male orcs felt when orc girls performed that lewd act on them? Not just the lips but the wholeness of the affection itself? Urganza could not dare to ruminate over such a question. Something akin to an overwhelming tidal wave was brewing within her loins.

“Just had to make sure that it is well lubricated,” winked Antilorwe as she swayed her naked silken ass while she walked back to take her anticipating position on the table.

With her senses further stroked, Urganza fervently approached a seductive Antilorwe. Positioning herself between her legs, she exposed more portion of her lover’s pristine cunt to her erect toy organ. Taking hold of Antilorwe’s upper thighs with both hands, Urganza vigorously pulled her. Biting her amethyst-hued lips, she leaned forward slightly to gain better access and thrust her pelvis. Forcing Antilorwe’s naughty mound onto her soaked toy. Her lover spread her loins wide and deep. Urging them to relax and stretch. Erotic stimulations released waves of passion from her body. Feeling that throbbing sensation fill her loins. Filling up her slick pulsating hole. Grasping at each other, Antilorwe started twisting and sliding the hard base of the fake penis against her bottomless depths.

Urganza’s hips buckled and jumped in rhythmic movements, using slow purposeful motions to fuck Antilorwe’s overtly sensitive canal. The entire length of the faux pole, being perfectly suited to fill perfectly into the Elf Maiden’s deepest fleshy passage. Like some little ball, fitting perfectly inside the marmoreal tunnel, ready to explode. Pressing inside Antilorwe forcefully, Urganza felt her filled receptive sex pulse wildly under the onslaught of resistance from her lover’s vaginal walls. Giving Urganza the same pleasure that gave her with each thrust of the slender tool. Gently moving it back and forth. Both moaning in delight. Both, connected by the twin fake organs placed firmly inside their slippery pink flesh. Both feeling their bodies ripple in ecstasy waves under powerful strokes.

Urganza struggled hard to fight against a sudden rushing wave of pure bliss. Every friction caused her clitoris to inflame, making her tingle in pleasure. Her insides twitched wildly under a hot box of wanton lust. Urganza left behind the illusionary world of seduction and entered another realm where the sole purpose of existence was pleasure and nothing else mattered. Surrounding noises became muffled. The music from the box slowly died out. But other senses came into sharp focus. Swelling everywhere. Moving outwards, making her go limp as a noodle. Urganza felt like a vessel filled with magma, ready to explode. Undulations slowly built and threatened to rip her apart in an ecstatic wave.

Urged, Urganza drove the rhythm in her thrust faster. To fuck Antilorwe! To feel more! She moved closer towards the edge and crested dangerously close on the precipice of orgasm. As the pinnacle of arousal neared, Urganza let loose a joyous cry, joined by an equally exhilarated sound from Antilorwe. Clutching onto her lover, burying her face against her pendulous breasts. Sensations exploded inside Urganza. Infusing her hot slick vagina with undulating wave after wave of agonizing and undeniable pleasure. Panting like a wounded animal while spewing a deluge of juices, crashing over and over again, hammering into Antilorwe’s lush cunt. Her own moans were echoed and mirrored by Antilorwe’s own throngs of pleasure. Each whimper of gratification danced between the two lovers as they milked out every last bit of hedonistic pleasure. Clutching at the very edges of their filthy ecstatic wave, Urganza’s body roared for release. An earth-shattering eruption, releasing all tension. Completed with exquisite, unrestrained thrill and frenzied pleasures.

Spasms burst out from her petals of desire. Nails clawed into flesh. Eyes fluttering shut. Drenched in sweat-soaked passion. Blissfully languishing and content. Quivering. All raw sensuality oozing.

Safely nudged in Antilorwe’s willowy frame, Urganza lost herself completely to the mind-shattering orgasm. Never once wanting to return to the dark recesses of reality or take part in it ever again. A sentiment that both Orc and Elf shared.

Scooping the Elf Maiden in her arms, Urganza carried the gorgeous beauty -- away from the eerie silence-filled Manor Hall -- in search of an empty room to sleep in.

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Had they paused to look around, they would have noticed Cyrene’s absence. For deep in the throngs of their lecherous act, both of them failed to notice the shy girl rushing away from the hall; with tears streaming down her elegant face, marring her pristine features. She sought the comfort that solitude offered.

As the innocent girl ran, thoughts, like dark clouds kept crashing against her haphazardly erected bulwark of self-esteem. In the end, she was simply used and discarded like the defective tool that she was. All those smouldering affections, nurturing warmth, engulfing feelings and the stolen kiss were a sheer farce. She was just another piece on the board of Antilorwe. Only to be used to incite jealousy in Urganza’s heart. The shrewd High-Elf diplomat has coaxed her services, and toyed with her heart -- all to get back with her Orc lover. To settle a lover’s dispute.

But why her?

The answer was evident to the despair-ridden mind of Cyrene. Because she is incomplete. A failure.

She is a flawed creature of nature and Antilorwe is assured that she would pose no threat to her love-life. The High-Elf could safely use Cyrene for her ploy without the risk of her losing Urganza to the girl. After all, no one would love her. Would fall for her. Certainly not Urganza.

As she retreated deep into the dark recess of her own mind, one thought kept resurfacing; Antilorwe used her to incite jealousy in Urganza so that she could seduce the Orc.

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Meanwhile, Antilorwe basked in the afterglow, oblivious to the fact that she became victim to the recoil of her original plan.

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