A long time ago I use to be a warrior for my Elven brothers and sisters of the Elwood Age of the Aeldari Republic. I use to be apart of a small village where I lived as a soldier for my people and I was consider as beautiful in my lands. Gelflings would always remark on how beautiful I would look in their ideals of Thra while the Woodland, Mountain, Mirkland, and Dark Elves would ask to be theirs as their wife. I would always reject them for I was a noble woman of my class. Though some of them were extremely handsome and some bared great wealth while a few had such a golden heart, I must say no until I was a warrior rank. My Dark Elf heritage and my family honor matters to me….Well it was once the case for me until one faithful day when war broke out in our land.
The Aeldari Republic was at war with the warring clans of the Orc Hoard and they came as many from their tribes. The Goblins Thieves of the Pirate Islands, the Human Wastelanders of V8, the Orcoid Hoard of the Fel, The Mountain Kings of the Troll Kingdom, The WWWAAAHHHGGG of Gork and Mork, but the most fearsome of all was the Uruk Hai of Morgoth. We soon reach the fields of our boarders and we were set for war. The skies were dark with the rains that came and the mud was soaked across the land, we weren’t sure if they were in our favor but we were still not willing to fall back now.
All was silent, and the suspense was in the air. We waited for over many hours and some of our army decided to head back at the wrong moment. Some grew tire of waiting and they were not willing to fight while the rest of us forced them to stay and fight. This lead to infighting in our area and blood of our people were spilled by our hands. The riot was great and it felt like a start of a civil war, then in the mist of the infighting where more than half of our army were slain; the Orc hoard arrived at the worst moment. We made ourselves powerless to their forces and the mud made by the rain were not on our sides. Soon we suffered much that the rest of us flee from the battle with only a few survivors. I was not so lucky for I was stuck in mist of all of it.
One by one I took down so many orcs by my spear. My armor had fell of of me due to damage, the clothes I worn here were torn and stained by blood, and my spear was dull and rusted by the mud. I felt I was about to die with a final last stand. With one blow to the back of my head, I was knocked out were I couldn’t remember anything afterwards.
When I was awake I was in my the town hall of my village while tide up. My people have evacuated these lands and the rest of the army were gone, i might have been the only survivor of my village and all that were left were the orcs that captured me.
All of them laughing, singing, even brutalizing each other in their own version of an arena. One of them notice me and they came over to me with my fears of what they were going to do to me. Some of the fungal orcs or Nobs spoke of torture while the fel orcs of the hoard spoke of a sacrifice for their powers of necromancy and and the powers of the Fel. Then the Uruks of the white hand came up with the ideas of slavery while a few of them wanted me as a gladiator. Then the one who lead the army came to me. Pale, muscular, tall, and terrifying, he was the worshiper of the three great orc gods. Gork who is brutal yet cunning, Mork who is cunning yet brutal, and Morgoth the dark lord of the Orcoid race.
As he spoke, he was more calm and sinister than loud and brutish. As he stands he is was twice the size than a regular size dark elf. He was….something greater yet something worse.
“Hand the girl to me, I want to understand this warrior to….where knowledge can be on our side” he said while looking deep into my soul from my eyes.
“I would want to talk to her, ALONE! She must be treated as both a guest and a prisoner in our grasp.”
“My lord, dis pointe ird ting iz enemy”
“It’s is true my lord, she is something that our people have fought against for many years. Both Gork and Mork will not be pleased for this”.
“My priest, you forgot about Morgoth. I know he would want me to keep her alive. After all, the dark elves master the dark arts thus they hold a special place in his name”.
“True my lord, they are allies to have, even some had rebelled against their Republic, but this one is loyal to her country”.
“Please Shepard, obey my command”.
“….As you wish my lord”
So he took me to my chambers, I expect it to be like a dungeon but it was instead something that a noble would live with. I was then placed down on a chair and my hand were still tied.
“So, you are the warrior that manage to face me. Well my dear, I must speak with you with the need of information. Do not be alarm; I already won the war, I already have some of your land needed for my people, so in all honesty, I have all the things I need. All I want left is a warrior like you”.
“Why, you know I wouldn’t fight for the enemy”?
“I know, then what about a peace treaty for your people with a bond of two races”?
“Marriage, you want to marry an elven lord that owns these lands”?
“No my dear, I want to marry a warrior, someone who have gained great promise of these lands. Someone who gained the passage of honor, someone that could give me another army by being one herself, someone who….I want to gain as a wife”.
“Me, why the nine hells do I want to marry you? You ransacked my village, you killed most of my people here, and you took my life away from me”.
“I see, I can offer a new life though for what it can promise”.
“An what do you offer? You have nothing to give me”!
“Let’s make a deal, if you promise to marry me then I would make sure that there won’t be another war with your people, and that they know that you are the hero that saved them. You will be praised across the lands of our united worlds and they will know you’ve made a great sacrifice for the greater good”.
“And if I don’t, what will you do”?
“I may be kind but I with go with great force on your people. And they will all know that you allowed their destruction! Heed my words warrior, and think carefully”.
“Why me? Why not choose an orc whore or a Nob who has both wealth, royalty, and beauty”?
“I want a warrior who is strong willed like how you were on a battlefield, I want a leader who can think like you, and I want someone who is different from me. Please, I am patient and willing to wait with kindness. I know this is a hard choice for you to choose but all of us have to make a sacrifice for what we care about. If you choose my path I promise I’ll be gentle and sweet”.
“You’ll probably use me as a whore for your horses and parade me like a banner”.
“I can assure you that what you said will not happen. As a trophy I would rather take care of it then let my pride and my savagery take hole of what I want. It is up to you”.
As he sat on his chair I had to make a choice. To be married as a slave or to blackmail by having the fall of my people happen due to my rejection. Out of the orcs I known I knew some of them were as smart as a mind warper, but him; he seems smarter than that. He also relies on reasoning as well as his kindness and it shows.
I then asked “If I choose this, then will you promise to never invade my country again?”.
He then replied saying yes. “Another thing, promise not to treat me as a slave and to respect who I am.”.
“Of course my lady, even though that was my first intention. Even for an elf like you should know that we’re not always brutal and savage like”.
“How do you want to commence the wedding ceremony”?
From there I sold myself to an orc chieftain and over a week before our wedding I had a better understanding about his people. Though they do savage acts like little edict and their version of a status code, they truly have honor and threat their people with respect. This varies however since most of them are from different orc tribes and Orcoid species like the Ogres, Goblins, Uruks, Korks, and Trolls. Korks and Goblins are the most savage out of all of them since they focus on killing and war while the Trolls are somehow very peaceful and spiritual even though they’re giants that can cause destruction.
I even understand my groom as a kind and loving man when he is not at war. He is gentle and he does many great things as in showing me skills that most of his people doesn’t know or giving me the skulls he won from the Makarahs the face like an arena. Though morbid I was grateful for them.
Our wedding day came and I was given ceremonial tattoos in places of my body as well as their clothing which was a bit….revealing since the only small clothes they had were meant for children. After it was all done I had to do my next duty. Be with the man I married.
When he took me to our room he wasn’t forceful, in fact he still remained gentle and gave me a choice if I wanted to do this. Again, I thought orcs were savages that would abuse people but no, he was kind. I don’t know why back then but my mind told me to be with him. Lust overfilled me and I asked if he is willing to take my virginity.
After he said yes I’ve stripped down to where my virgin fire between my legs and the moon and sun were showing on my chess. Then I came on the bed bent over on my breast and I was a bit worried on what he was going to do.
He then said “my dear, if you feel like we need to stop then we can, I don’t want to hurt you by accident”.
“I’ll be fine husband, I’m grateful that you would do that though”.
Soon he took out his cock and my eyes widen as it was a size of what horses or small dragons should have. Soon I realized that it wouldn’t fit me and I feared that it would destroy me. I should have guess this by his height being bigger than a baby giant but I didn’t understand.
“My dear, before we start can you please finger my pussy. I’m worried that this is going to ruin me. Please, I’m scared”.
“I can do that my dear, do not be afraid”.
I then though to myself that everything would be okay but no, once got into my vagina and broken my hymen I underestimated the sizes of his fingers. The biggest one which was the middle finger was about 10 inches long and an inch and a half wide while the smallest finger was about 6 inches long and in inch wide. Either way I never has so much sexual feelings before. It was like I was in battle fighting against my enemies and I wanted more of it.
He then ask if he should stop but I told him to keep going. He then started to masturbate that glorious cock as my pussy was filled with the brim. So much feeling, so much pain, so much love! As I was about to cum the ninth time within to hours I beg him to stuff his pride into me no matter if it ruins me. Though he did it gentry I felt great pressure going inside me. I was already a bit gaped from his fingers but the dick would have made it a filled pit of lustful hell. He then grabbed my body and shook me on top of his dick since he knew that I couldn’t move.
I just couldn’t take it anymore, my soul felt as if I have reach enlightenment. Once we were about to cum at the same time I screamed out “I LOVE YOU!”. I then past out from there as he fell on top of me.
Ever since that glorious day I had a permanent reminder of our wedding night. My pussy is forever gaped and ruined but it is a sign that I belong to my husband. He still loves me and I love him with all my heart. Even if we are an elf and an orc.
(Hey guys the Pussy Gaper here. Holy shit, this took three days to do and I had to plan carefully. At first in the beginning I wanted to orcs to take turns on the elf as a was trophy but I didn’t like that idea since I’m not into rape. I then thought of using relationships in this and it helped me out so much….even though it added more problems. I hope you enjoy Satanslut and I hope it is what you wanted darling. If you guys want to make a request story then let me know from the list I’ve made. My girlfriend and I also do teach a gaping pussy class so if you gals want to give up your tight pussy life for something that would improve your sexual sensation in a perverted enlightenment then send you email here and we can start training. Anyways guys thank you for reading and I’ll see you later.)