Lork sat in the centre of the frozen lake, his breaths coming out in small puffs of mist. The water beneath him was still, and the surrounding trees were draped in snow, creating a peaceful, serene environment. Belshra approached him from behind, her footsteps muffled by the snow, and she took her place beside him. Her face was as expressionless as ever, but Lork could sense a certain weight to her presence.
For a few moments, they sat in silence, Lork continuing his meditation, and Belshra standing watch. It was as if she was silently gauging his progress and how far he had come under her training. Lork had come a long way from the bold, inexperienced warrior he was when he first met her.

He had spent so much time training with her, learning the ways of the sword and honing his skills as a warrior. Despite her Stoic and silent demeanour, especially with her exhibitionistic clothing, Lork had come to respect and even admire the elf for her unwavering dedication to her craft.

Finally, Belshra broke the silence. "You've trained well," she said, her voice low and measured. "War is on the horizon."

Lork felt a surge of pride and gratitude, mixed with a tinge of sadness at the thought of his mentor leaving him. "Thank you." he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Belshra turned to him, her eyes meeting his. "Remember what I've taught you," she said, her voice firm. "The way of the sword is not just about strength or skill. It's about discipline, control, and understanding. Use your training wisely, and you will succeed."

Belshra gave Lork a final look, her expression unreadable as always. Then, with a quick bow, she turned and disappeared into the trees, leaving Lork alone, he almost thought she had smiled at him.

As he stood there, sword in hand, Lork couldn't help but feel a sense of determination burning within him. He was ready to fight, to take on anyone with everything he had learned from his teachers, even if the queen thinks of him as some super soldier.

With a deep breath, Lork sheathed his sword and set off towards his home, heart full of emotions.

As Lork approached the cottage, he noticed that something was off. The usually quiet and peaceful surroundings were replaced with muffled sounds coming from inside. He recognized Delilah's voice, but it sounded strained and breathless, mixed with the unmistakable sound of Athens' sultry laughter. His heart began to race with unease as he crept towards the door and creaked it open just enough to peer inside.

Lork couldn't believe what he saw, Delilah, the one who raised him, loved him, was on her knees as she sat on the bed, her lips curled up mockingly, her delicate feet in Delilah's pussy as she moaned and squirmed.

Fuck, Lork cursed as Athena stared right at her. She grabbed the cow slave's horn, lifted her face, brought her mouth close to hers and kissed her passionately, saliva running down her chin.

At that moment he felt something change in his body, a fire so hot it would melt him spread through his body, his neurons firing as if the apocalypse had come.

Putting her hand firmly on her horns, she pushed Delilah down to eat her out as she beckoned Lork to cum in.

Lork entered his home in silence and stood her Delilah with her hips in the air as she was absorbed in eating Athens.
"Lork, it is a pleasure for you to join us," Athens said, causing Delilah to squeal, but she did not let go of her and hugged her tightly. "You've been a good student, so I thought, why not give you a reward? Being an orc, nothing would have been better than our cow, right?" Smirking, Athens took pleasure as Delilah tried to wriggle free, Lork stopping her by gripping her hips tightly from behind.

He raised his and brought it down on her bottom, echoing as a crisp sound across the room, Delilah yelping as her body turned from bronze to ruby.

“To think that you're this lewd… Well, do you want me to spread your cheeks and rail you, fill your insides with thick orc-meat?" Lork teased the flustered elf, his hand sneaking in between her legs.

"Yes," Delilah murmured in a small voice that Athens rebuked, "is that how a cow talks? And double your efforts with that mouth!" she laughed, never breaking eye contact with Lork.

“Mooo~” a shudder rans through Delilah’s body, a moan escaping her lips, tinged with desperate need.

Delilah's cries fell on deaf ears, her dignity long gone as she presented herself invitingly to Lork, her bottom swaying. Releasing his eight-inch glorious spear, Lork placed it against her already gushing pussy.

"Hurry up then," Delilah moans, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut as your dick continues to push into her needy hole. She felt his manhood sliding down into her depths. Lork felt an intense heat enveloping his cock, that of Delilah's tight entrance closing around him. Even if Lork wanted to, he didn't think he could pull out of her at this point.

Which leaves you only one way to go.

"B-by the great queen!" his elven milf pants as she goes weak in the limbs. Further and further you penetrate the poor cow, her nipples leaking milk that made puddles near her knees. “I didn’t raise you to be— nngh — so rough!”.

Lork grabbed her wide, birthing hips and began to thrust, giving slow, forceful strokes into her eager cunt. The elven cow only manages to look ‘forced’ only for a minute before a violent shudder runs through her and loud moans of pleasure break out of her lips. Lork gives her another slap on the ass again, and laughs. Lork’s mother all in blood lets out a sharp squeal.

With the dam broken, Delilah starts to moan lustily as Lork fucks her like his life depends on it, wiggling her big hips enticingly, trying to milk every last drop of cum out of him.

She groans as Athens puts her fingers in her mouth and others furiously fingering her, while Lork’s tool gliding easily along the wet-slicked walls of her twitching vagina, bringing her closer to orgasm with each thrust. Not wanting to let her get off before he does. Lork stops thrusting and reaches around to grab her humongous tits and squeezes them hard, leaving him still inside her, buried up to the hilt as he begins to play with her tits and pert nipples.

Lork slams Delilah to the floor. She doesn't even bother trying to crawl up, but instead spreads her legs for him, wide and inviting, ready for relief. Mounting her larger form, thrusting his hard dick back into her waiting cunt, making her scream like a whore with pleasure as he hammers into her.

Looming over her curvaceous body, taking one of her raw nips into his mouth, biting them between hard thrusts. She whimpered, nearly overwhelmed by the pain-pleasure, but still conscious enough to wrap her long legs around Lork’s hips and her arms around Athens's calfs.

Lork sensing a tight knot forming in his gut, just in time to bring the thrusting to a head, pounding deep into her before letting loose a forceful spray of cum into her womb, splattering her walls with your thick whipped cream.

The girl throws her head back, her eyes turning to hearts, as her tongue flops across her face, milking your cock for all it's worth as she climaxes, muscles tensing and squeezing as she screams her pleasure. The house echoes with both of their combined ecstasy and Athens sloppy fingering, continuing on until his throbbing balls are emptied into the cow's waiting womb, and Lork's head falls forward with fatigue, nestling in the valley of her soft cleavage.

Satisfied, Lork pulls out and dry his cock on her wet thighs, leaving a stain of seed on her dark skin. Delilah makes a weak groan, smiling contentedly as small trickles of the orc cum leaks out of her abused hole.

Leaving his Hysteria, Lork turned his gaze to his oh-so-competent and precious master, who had nothing better to do in her life than to verbally abuse anyone and everyone, now fingering herself to an orgasm, probably thinking about how well-thought-out her plan was. But playing with people as her toys, Lork wouldn't let that pass. Today she was to be reminded of the consequences of being too close to fire, and what it does to you.

Her long silver hair was tied up in a bun, and she was blushing heavily as she continued to stare at Lork. She tried to breathe, to come down from the high she'd gotten herself into. He held out his hand, to which Athena took it and said, "I didn't think you'd do this to your mummy, but you looked like a perfect Orc there," she said, smirking as she tried to get to her feet. Lork threw her to the ground next to Delilah, taking advantage of her condition.

It's then that Athens begins to come to, groaning and shifting on the floor beneath Lork. She is dazed at first, but quickly realizes that she is being pinned to the floor by Lork; shocked at the turn of events, her mouth opened like a fish, but now words leave her.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”
The dirty acts she was doing with Delilah, his Delilah. She couldn't have done it. This was not going to end well for her.

She doesn't look surprised as she calms down, while Lork just watches her, the realization dawns, just disappointed and angry. "You intend to -"

Do to her no less than what she has been perfectly willing to do to others.

The elven sorceress scowls at this, weighing her chances of dealing with the situation she has created and, while in her vulnerable state, considering her chances of fighting or fleeing, neither of which she likes." Two wrongs don't make a right."

Perhaps, Lork mulled, the right thing to do would be to let them know about Delilah, let them apologize to her and let them decide what to do with her. However, Delilah was always a gentle soul who was made to do things she didn't want to do. This work was going to teach that itty bitty elf a lesson she'd never forget.

For a moment, Athens looked relieved that he was going to hand her over to Delilah, but when she saw Lork's adulterated smile, it faded in fear of what was to come.

The frigid silence spoke volumes, leaving nothing more to be said. It was difficult to comprehend how she could maintain her haughty demeanour in the face of such a clear defeat. But Lork knew better than to stoop to the level of the uncivilized; he didn't need to invoke the law of the jungle when he held all the cards. No, he believed in being gracious in victory.

Lork responded to her cold, sullen gaze with a nonchalant shrug, relishing in the truth of the situation before deftly removing her gilded accessories.

"Well, this may be your best shot," Lork remarked, watching as Athens stares in amazement at your aquamarine, pointed phallus. She mutters something under her breath in an ancient language you don't recognize, but the meaning is clear enough. She seems torn between resisting or submitting, but it's a moot point when she can barely even move, let alone fight back. As your eyes meet hers, she tries to scowl, but eventually gives up and drops her gaze with a resigned sigh.

"I guess I deserve this, don't I?" she suspired, her words sounding more like a rhetorical statement than a question.

Deserve is a strong word to use, but even when it comes to a Delilah, there are things that one such as her ought to have refrained from. Too late for regrets, now. Wasn't she just delighting in forcing herself on others not too long ago?

"If you think that I got any pleasure out of riding that cow of an elf to keep her quiet — "

Lork was pretty sure he was right regarding that.

"No!"

Lork could feel his blood boiling as he listened to Athens' defence. He didn't care for her justifications or excuses. Just as you’re free to justify your actions in the same fashion.

With a determined look, Lork grabbed Athens by the hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. He spread her thighs and pulled her backside towards him, revealing her dripping wet sex, dealing with her token resistance the same way you'd reproach a particularly naughty puppy. Athens protested weakly, but Lork ignored her feeble resistance. She knows it too, since she acts in the most petulant manner unbefitting of a grown woman, scowling even as she shakes her ass at you.

Driven by lust and pettiness, Lork took Athens roughly, pressing his now hardening cock against if her nethers, feeling the wet slickness spread across of his rapidly erecting shaft. The constant moistening of the drows’ love juices made his bitch-breeder senses tingle and roar out that it was time to breed.

Well, there was no time to waste before she could get her head together and do something about it, Lork thought. Athena cried out in euphoria as he grabbed the cheeks of her tempered ass and penetrated her, sinking her head down on her arms and leaving her trembling from head to toe. Light drops of blood trickle down her thighs and smear on the two of them. Her inner walls clenched around his orcish cock the moment it entered her, her body so excited to have him inside her as if she hadn't been a virgin just moments before, panting and gasping under Lork before it began in earnest.

If that wasn't something. The pitiful master must have been really pent-up to get off so easily. He guessed she wasn't lying when she said she didn't enjoy walking all over Delilah. Still, it didn't change what Lork had in mind for her, not when she pressed her hips against him, moaning as she tried to take more of his length into her cunt. The fierce desperation of her body is in direct contrast to her arrogant demeanour... the mind and the body weren't much different, and the latter wants him to go deeper, much, much deeper.

Well, if she wants deeper, she'll get deeper - it's only an inch or two that's in now, and even with that you have to admit it looks good spreading her gash wide with his cock meat so tightly wrapped. Lork has still got a lot of length left in him to give her, and he is going to give it to her. Now it's time for her to get down on all fours like a bitch and take it as she wants.

Athena just pants at that, spit spilling from her mouth onto her chest as her lungs heave. Looks like she wants everything he's got, so he'd be remiss not to please her, wouldn't he?

She gasps loudly as he slides further into her pussy, arms finding their way to the sides of her small, pointed breasts to brace herself against the wooden floor. Lork responds by leaning over her. He wraps an arm around her slender waist and pulls her up against him, pinning their bodies together. With both of them steadied, he is able to give it all he got without fear of slipping, and Lork begins to lay rough into Athena, fucking lustful moans coming from the back of her throat every time he went balls deep into her. It's as if Lorks thrusts are ramming directly into her lower abdomen, rising through her body and finally exiting her mouth as her insides clench around your orc cock for dear life.

But Athena's lips aren't the only outlet for her resentment: she pumps her hips against his at a fever pitch, meeting his thrusts with desperate slaps and pushing her face into the dirt. Her lower body goes from just above the ground to all the way up, grinding her hips vigorously into the base of his crotch in an attempt to take him into her womb. The floor of the cottage was scraped with her as her moans turned into wild, angry growls. Such energy from such a small body is something to behold, a fiery storm determined to give more than it receives, no matter what the cost.

The two of them continue, Lork trying to tame her as she pushes back against his dick, taking out her frustration on you; even in her animal rage, her body is instinctively searching for more pleasure. With her slight ass up in the air, shaking like the rest of her, he realizes that her gently quivering cheeks are incapable of dishonesty, betraying how much she loves having him fully inside her spasming snatch. One has to admit, the dark elf's I-want-it-but-don't-want-it attitude is enough to drive him wild with his own desires - it's ironic in a sense, a powerful pureblood elf being ploughed like a whore by an experiment of an orc.

With a panting tanned elf pinned against him, Lork's inhuman dick completely consumed by her cunt, her small pointed tits trembling beneath him, he can't help himself. Taking the initiative, he grabs her breasts and pushes her to the floor, sliding his cock all the way to her lower lips and almost completely out of her before ramming it home again. His former master of the mystic arts howls and slaps back with such force that Lorks is thrown off balance and the games continue.

She curses in her native tongue with every thrust that he makes, every long, deep thrust, clenching her hands into fists until at last she can stand it no longer and she cums. Squeezing her eyes shut and moaning through clenched teeth, Athena squeezes out her animal nature with her insides as he continues to pump in and out of her ridiculously tight cunt. The way she clutches and sucks at him is an echo of the howling fury raging inside the rest of her. Having given up all hope of escape, she's throwing herself at you, determined to make you regret your choice. With the way her inner walls are bending, you'd swear she's in control of them, but he knew her body is just trying to do the best she can to keep him inside her, anything to get you to keep on hating her and suppressing that anger and disdain. After all, she knows that is what she needs.

Nothing left for her. Encouraged, Lork begins to fuck Athens faster, lewd noises emanating from where the two of you are joined as he plumbs her warm depths again and again. Sinking in and out, breaking into her small body as his balls slap her quivering buttocks again and again. The sound of sex is all he can hear, the moaning of his elven lover and the lurid smacking sounds from between her thighs only serve to spur him on. Soon Lork is pounding her cunt so hard she's screaming like a banshee with every thrust, and his own climax is fast approaching.

With a final thrust, he pushes Athens back down to the floor and feels his balls tighten as the pleasure tightens into a snarl, then snaps apart in one fell swoop. With his cock pressed deep into her pussy, it's all he can do to hold on as Athens screams like some kind of animal with the first load Lork shoots into her, thick liquid heat melting her from the inside out. A haze of colour explodes in his vision as his body tenses, shuddering from head to toe as you pump the dark elf's womb full of seed; it goes on for what seems like an eternity, his hips pounding madly until he loses all sense of time and his surroundings.

It's a struggle to get all of his cum into her slippery gash, his muscles straining and his lungs burning, but in the end the animal instinct has him pulling out of her tight insides with a lascivious slurp. A trail of glistening sperm oozes from her lower lips, slowly cooling on her bronze skin... but more importantly, it coils around the two of you.

Lork never having to strain himself to the limit, never like this. Darkness slowly blankets his mind as slumber takes a hold of him.