Damon writhed and groaned in ecstasy: riding his shaft was that sexy girl Nina from down the street, the one who never gave him the time of day. He felt her wet pussy squeezing his cock closer and closer to climax. His balls were tingling; his heart was racing.
I was once one of my peoples greatest warriors in the war of Elves and Orcs. I had led my people to many victories against the vile orcs, and with each victory my fame grew. It was near the end of the war when my downfall came. With every victory for my people the orcish horde grew more aggressive, more savage. I had paid this no mind until my battalion and I came under ambush from an orc war party. However while my men were slaughtered I was taken alive. The warriors almost seemed to do their best to avoid serious harm to my person. Finally after the slaughter of my men they dragged me away to their camp. I remember them throwing me into the shamans tent, and after that my mind sees a haze of what is remembered as elixirs and chants. When I came to I first noticed the body I now possess and have come accustomed to, and I then noticed the War Chief of the Horde across from me with the largest cock I had ever seen. I remember the initial revulsion when he took me, but I also remember the growing pleasure as he continued well into the next day. Shortly there after I was appointed as head concubine of his harem, and now I service him and his personal war party at all hours. Even now many years after the defeat of my people I cannot help but feel pleasure at severing my new masters.
The Knight traverses through the banshee’s path, rumored to be blockaded by a certain rogue elf. It is said that the elf demands extravagant toll. The Knight had not accepted the quest from the hamlet which requested an immediate disposal of the said elf. Minor quests no longer concerns the Knight, who has slain the Demon Emperor and his subordinates and on his way to claim the title of the Hero from the King. A sharp tune of flute fills the banshee’s path. Between the shadowy trees emerges a figure, revealed to be a male elf armed with knives and archery. [The Knight has encountered self-claimed Elvish Warlord, Aias Orohan.]
Aias : “Pay up or I’ll feed your carcass to the living forest!”