#006 - Fallen Priestess Leilana
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On her knees, orc seed leaking out of her ass and pussy, Leilana, priestess of the Bright Moon, wonders how it had all gone so, so wrong.
The orcs stand around her, their still engorged members dripping with their seed and her juices, waiting to see what she'll do next. They wait with the easy patience of predators who know they have their prey right where they want her.
It was supposed to be a straightforward diplomatic mission - deliver a tactful yet firm reminder to the orc warbands that the elvish Varduin Conclave does not tolerate raiding nor logging within the confines of Vardui's Wood.
Yet something unexpected had happened. The orc captain had laughed in Leilana's face as he read the letter, a harsh, guttural sound filled with contempt.
Things moved fast, then, so fast. The greenskins rushed her from every direction, seizing and disarming her before she could blast out a spell. Then their rough hands were all over her, groping and tearing. She gasped as Mother Moon's blessing was ripped from her. Before she had time to dwell on that, the rest of her habit was gone too, exposing her breasts and crotch to the orcs. A quick shove and Leilana was on her knees, falling over face first onto the ground.
Right there, bent over with her face pressed against the cold rough stone of an orc bastion, the first orc entered the priestess with a roughness that made her cry out in pain. His callused hands clamped tightly around her bare waist, trapping her in place as his powerful manhood, thicker and larger than any elf's, ravaged her inner sanctum. He did not last long, blasting his seed deep within her pussy with a feral roar.
The entire orc troop had taken turns with her, then, one after the other, a brutal, interminable ordeal that she was powerless to resist. Theirs was not the tender, exquisite lovemaking of her goddess' Moon Temples, but animal rutting - savage, rough, overwhelming.
Despite that, she felt her body starting to respond to their rough ministrations, and to her horror she felt herself hurtling towards a blinding crescendo. She bucked violently against the orc currently plundering the depths of her asshole, desperately trying to stem the rising tide within her, but that only seemed to redouble his fervor.
She came just as he did, her spasms inadvertently milking the cock in her ass as intense pleasure crashes through her body. In the corner of her mind that remained hers, the defiled priestess prayed that Mother Moon would forgive her her climax in this unsanctified union.
But there was no reprieve for the unfortunate elf. As the orc's cock slid out of her ass with an obscene pop, another took its place, slipping easily into her sopping cunt.
So it went, for what seemed like hours. When the final orc runt had deposited their seed in her, the orcs stood back, their savage ritual complete. Sore and leaking seed from both her orifices, it takes all she has to not collapse into a ball onto the floor.
"Submit," says the orc captain.
Despite everything else, the presumption angers her. Who are these heathens, to presume they had broken a priestess of the Bright Moon?
This anger stings the priestess out of her reverie, gives her courage. Still on her knees, she glares up at the orc. "My sister, the High Priestess, will come for me. The Conclave will not stand for this."
The orc's expression then gives her pause. It was the cruel mirth of someone who knew something she didn't.
Then Leilana spies it, out the corner of her vision. The letter she was sent with, lying discarded and forgotten on the grimy, seed-streaked floor. The writing was legible, from where she was kneeling.
In her own sister's elegant hand, it said simply:
"She who brings this letter has fallen out of Moonlight. We the Conclave renounce her priesthood and declare her an apostate of the faith. -VC"
Then, something more direct.
"Break the bitch."
"No." The tears Leilana had been holding back breaks through now, as her situation becomes clear.
The captain chuckles darkly as he sees Leilana process the revelation. "Submit."
Through a veil of tears, she looks up at the orc, looking in vain for a shred of mercy, an angle, any angle.
"Submit," he says again, finger pointing languidly at his feet.
Defeated, the former priestess bows her head in submission. Hesitantly, the slave crawls forward to kiss the slimy tip of the orc's manhood, tasting his seed mingled with the juices of her own arousal. The orc's cock - Master's cock - twitches, a promise.
The orcs stand around her, their still engorged members dripping with their seed and her juices, waiting to see what she'll do next. They wait with the easy patience of predators who know they have their prey right where they want her.
It was supposed to be a straightforward diplomatic mission - deliver a tactful yet firm reminder to the orc warbands that the elvish Varduin Conclave does not tolerate raiding nor logging within the confines of Vardui's Wood.
Yet something unexpected had happened. The orc captain had laughed in Leilana's face as he read the letter, a harsh, guttural sound filled with contempt.
Things moved fast, then, so fast. The greenskins rushed her from every direction, seizing and disarming her before she could blast out a spell. Then their rough hands were all over her, groping and tearing. She gasped as Mother Moon's blessing was ripped from her. Before she had time to dwell on that, the rest of her habit was gone too, exposing her breasts and crotch to the orcs. A quick shove and Leilana was on her knees, falling over face first onto the ground.
Right there, bent over with her face pressed against the cold rough stone of an orc bastion, the first orc entered the priestess with a roughness that made her cry out in pain. His callused hands clamped tightly around her bare waist, trapping her in place as his powerful manhood, thicker and larger than any elf's, ravaged her inner sanctum. He did not last long, blasting his seed deep within her pussy with a feral roar.
The entire orc troop had taken turns with her, then, one after the other, a brutal, interminable ordeal that she was powerless to resist. Theirs was not the tender, exquisite lovemaking of her goddess' Moon Temples, but animal rutting - savage, rough, overwhelming.
Despite that, she felt her body starting to respond to their rough ministrations, and to her horror she felt herself hurtling towards a blinding crescendo. She bucked violently against the orc currently plundering the depths of her asshole, desperately trying to stem the rising tide within her, but that only seemed to redouble his fervor.
She came just as he did, her spasms inadvertently milking the cock in her ass as intense pleasure crashes through her body. In the corner of her mind that remained hers, the defiled priestess prayed that Mother Moon would forgive her her climax in this unsanctified union.
But there was no reprieve for the unfortunate elf. As the orc's cock slid out of her ass with an obscene pop, another took its place, slipping easily into her sopping cunt.
So it went, for what seemed like hours. When the final orc runt had deposited their seed in her, the orcs stood back, their savage ritual complete. Sore and leaking seed from both her orifices, it takes all she has to not collapse into a ball onto the floor.
"Submit," says the orc captain.
Despite everything else, the presumption angers her. Who are these heathens, to presume they had broken a priestess of the Bright Moon?
This anger stings the priestess out of her reverie, gives her courage. Still on her knees, she glares up at the orc. "My sister, the High Priestess, will come for me. The Conclave will not stand for this."
The orc's expression then gives her pause. It was the cruel mirth of someone who knew something she didn't.
Then Leilana spies it, out the corner of her vision. The letter she was sent with, lying discarded and forgotten on the grimy, seed-streaked floor. The writing was legible, from where she was kneeling.
In her own sister's elegant hand, it said simply:
"She who brings this letter has fallen out of Moonlight. We the Conclave renounce her priesthood and declare her an apostate of the faith. -VC"
Then, something more direct.
"Break the bitch."
"No." The tears Leilana had been holding back breaks through now, as her situation becomes clear.
The captain chuckles darkly as he sees Leilana process the revelation. "Submit."
Through a veil of tears, she looks up at the orc, looking in vain for a shred of mercy, an angle, any angle.
"Submit," he says again, finger pointing languidly at his feet.
Defeated, the former priestess bows her head in submission. Hesitantly, the slave crawls forward to kiss the slimy tip of the orc's manhood, tasting his seed mingled with the juices of her own arousal. The orc's cock - Master's cock - twitches, a promise.
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COMMENT:
Really long for a caption, despite me trimming it down considerably. It barely fit in two text columns, as is.