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The clash of steel against steel was a testament to the orc's prowess, that Tauriel had to admit. He was the last of his pack, and it was clear why he had been giving the others orders. He wasn't just the biggest or the strongest, he was the most cunning. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Tauriel remembered the lessons of her childhood. Orcs were naught but elves, twisted to the service of Morgoth, and later Sauron. A near miss brought her back to the present. An orc was an orc. This warrior's trace of elven lineage was but a tragic distraction.

They traded blows for a few moments longer, the orc roaring his fury. Another swing of her blade, and his head left his body to roll along the ground. He had been formidable. He'd fought well despite the sunrise. But in the end he wasn't enough.

Tauriel stood, actually panting from exertion. She looked down at her gear, clothes torn and stained with orc blood. Her mouth twitched in disgust. Not at the smell, but at what the smell couldn't abate. The heat. It had been a pitched battle, and as such had had an effect on her. An effect she might have trouble remedying herself, and yet this had been a solitary effort and she had little choice.

She looked around at the orcish camp, wrinkling her nose in disgust at the state of things. Black, tarnished metal, filthy hide tents, and the scant traces of a poorly maintained fire. But what had they been doing out here?

She looked around, noting that there was a river which would serve to wash the orcish filth from her clothing. Then she heard it. Her elvish hearing picked up the faint and peculiar sound of bleating. She followed the source of the sound and found, to her surprise, a handful of goats. But not just any goats, these were the same sort she'd seen dwarves use in conflicts past. They were mostly smaller, this lot, likely young. But among them was one proper specimen. A fine, large ram, staring warily at her.

She approached the beasts, meaning to free them from the bonds that held them to nearby trees, but the ram reared. She stopped, and backed away. His nose twitched, and it struck her that she still smelled of orc. She looked back to the river, cast her head about in all directions and neither saw nor heard another living thing save the trees.

"Right then," said Tauriel to herself, and she began to peel away the fouled clothing. She tossed it into a pile, and jumped into the river. The shock of cold water doused the fire that battle had lit, and the urge was mollified for now. Still, battle was sharp in her mind, and she knew she'd be like to need release later.

Naked and dripping, she left the water and began walking back towards the poor, trapped things. They were calmer now, only the purity of the water and her elven grace apparent now. The ram, she could see, still eyed her with suspicion. Raised by dwarves, no doubt this was their doing. But there was a curious gleam in it's eye that gave her pause.

Its nostrils flared as it breathed, and its square pupils seemed to wander up and down, always staring ahead at her. She smiled. It had been long known ot her that elven beauty was appreciated by many things, be they elves, beasts, or the races of men, and even the occasional dwarf. Even this dwarvish battle-ram was not immune. That thought made her feel good.

She untied them, and the smaller ones hurried away into the woods. The ram slowly followed, but turned to stare at her. Tauriel smiled at him, taking in the measure of the creature before her. It was sturdy, healthy despite however long it had been in orcish captivity. Full of life, even. Perhaps they were not mearly waiting to eat this creature, but use it in their own war plans. Orcs were nothing if not clever in the ways of war.

Her eyes continued to roam the beast, and she gasped. The ram's cock had left it's sheathe. It wasn't hard, per se, but the fact that it was out at all was different. The ram kept sniffing in her direction. Tauriel felt it faintly at first, but the fire that battle had lit was slowly coming back to life. And the sight of that ram's shaft was helping her none.

She walked towards him, and he took a few steps towards her. When she got close enough, he jutted his snout forward, directly towards her sex. She flinched, thinking he might be charging, but he wasn't. He was smelling her, breathing deep. Her eyes widened as she saw his cock twitch. This ram wanted to mate with her!

That thought set the burning in her loins to an inferno. She knew it was wrong, knew it all too well, but she had unique needs. Not all elves were possessed of such strong urges, especially not linked with battle, but she was. The whole reason she'd come out ranging alone was so that she might find a way to handle these urges in isolation. But here she was, presented with a unique opportunity. Had the Valar sought fit to test her, or was this a gift from them? The worse the fire got, the harder it was to attempt to make a distinction. She knew she had to test it.

She slowly crouched down and touched the ram, and it bleated. Carefully, she put her hand on his cock. It twitched again, and she could feel that it was hardening. But it wasn't all the way ready, she could see. The ram, perhaps, was as unsure as she was. Gently, she traced her finger along the length of the shaft, making her way up to the beast's balls. They were both very large, a handful apiece. This ram must surely be prized stock. She was sure of it.

She was struck with a sudden urge, and decided to act on it. She got down on her knees and put her face up to his cock. It smelled wild, natural. She paused, considered what she was doing. She had urges, yes, but this was too much. Yet, the heat in her core persisted.

She looked around. There wasn't a pair of eyes on her. No one around for leagues save herself. No one would know. Just her. She took a lick. It tasted like salted meat. The ram bleated, and stamped a hoof, but did not move away.

She took another lick, longer this time, running her tongue along the full length from tip to hilt. He bleated again. She licked her lips, staring at the tip of his cock. She'd already gone this far, what was the harm in going farther? She opened wide, and took his cock into her mouth.

It was big, and a snug fit, larger than a wolf, but smaller than a stallion. Under other circumstances, she would have berated herself for knowing that. For having stared at the stables, or out in the wild. For fantasizing about what she'd seen. But for right now, she was enjoying the moment. The heat between her legs was building, and she wasn't sure she would be able to do this to the ram until completion. She'd need more sooner or later.

She started bobbing her head forward and back along the length of the ram's cock, getting deeper each time. The ram bleated in what she was now sure was pleasure as his cock touched the back of her throat. She kept going, back and forth over and over, until finally she was taking him into her throat and out with each forward or backward movement. She reached up and started running his fingers along his balls. He bleated again, and she started fondling them more seriously, massaging them as she continued to throat his cock.

The ram suddenly bleated louder, and she felt something hot enter her throat. She'd actually done it! She'd sucked the ram to completion! She slowly pulled him from her throat, the ram coating her insides with his seed as she did. It finally hit her tongue, and it tasted strong. But not unpleasant, she realized, as she gave in to the urge to swallow. She swallowed every drop he gave her, and finally pulled the cock from her mouth and sat back.

She was panting, her shoulders and breasts heaving from the effort. Towards the end of her ministrations, she hadn't been able to breathe around the ram's impressive girth, but her elvish constitution had served her well. Still, it had taken her to the limits of her lung capacity to do that.

She looked up at the ram, hoping that he was able to go again soon. She knew that mating could take multiple rounds for normal sheep, and this was no base creature. This was something bred specially for hardiness and for battle. Not, she felt, unlike her. She looked down at the cock, still twitching and even leaking.

Tauriel turned and got on all fours, presenting her dripping sex to the ram. The ram took another sniff of her, and she watched with glee as it's cock stiffened right back up. It was mating time.

The ram positioned himself behind her, and she felt the tip of his cock probing against her sex. The ram obviously needed to adjust himself to her anatomy. But, once he had, he thrust forward with no warning.

"Oh!" Tauriel gasped. It was so gloriously big! It filled her perfectly, and in a single thrust it had given her burning desire exactly what it needed. It mounted her properly, and she had a better sense now of just how big and powerful an animal he was. His front legs were just over her shoulders, hooves planted firmly on the ground. Her back was pressed up against his shaggy stomach, and she could actually feel the muscle under the layers of hair and fat. He pressed forward, and she felt his balls pressed against her ass cheeks.

The ram started thrusting. It wasn't slow like a proper partner might start. This wasn't love making. No, it was awkward at first. The ram had to figure out just how to use her body the way he would a female of his own kind. But after a minute or so, he did. His thrusts became pure, animalistic mating, and the ram had already spilled once. She wasn't sure how long this would last, but she bit her lip and hoped it would at least be long enough to satisfy her.

She felt the length of the cock sliding in and out of her at high speed, slipping along her inner walls and slamming against her innermost barrier. Her breasts were bouncing along with his thrusts, and she couldn't help it when her tongue lolled out of her mouth. By the Valar this just felt too good!

The ram pounded into her relentlessly, and she felt the full force of it rippling through her flesh. Oh what she wouldn't give to be able to see it in addition to feeling it, but the feeling would certainly serve. In a way, it was like what she'd imagined mating with a wolf to be. Speed and ferocity, bodies proportioned well enough to match. If a wolf had a horse's cock, that was. She climaxed at the sudden picture of a warg entering her, the only beast that might match this experience.

She almost felt bad for letting her mind wander, but the ram clearly didn't know and didn't care. He kept pumping away, and if anything was moving even faster now. Her senses were overwhelmed with his musk, the feeling of his cock inside her, the smell of grass, the feel of the earth beneath her fingers, the sound of his breathing and bleating.

Faster and faster, the ram pounded her so hard that her elbows buckled. This just made it feel like his cock was penetrating even deeper, and Tauriel felt as if she would be insensate soon. The ram let out a mighty bleating roar, as much a roar as a ram could produce, and flooded her sex with hot seed. Tauriel climaxed again, crying out in pleasure as she did. She needed the ram to know she'd liked it.

After several twitches and what felt like pints of seed being pumped into her, the ram pulled out. His seed came pouring out of her, running down her legs into the grass, and along her stomach towards her breasts. She was too breathless to move, and stayed on the ground with her ass iin the air.

It was at that moment that she noticed the other sheep had come back to the edge of the wood. They were all there, staring in her direction. In spite of herself, she felt embarassed. She shouldn't, they were just sheep. They shouldn't know any better. And yet, she was sure the ram did. And if he did, they might.

She looked back at the ram, and though his face was not an expressive one, she could have sworn he looked pleased with himself. And why shouldn't he?

"Are you quite proud of yourself?" she asked, finally turning around and sitting, hands behind her on the ground to support her. Her legs, splayed out in front of her covered in seed, grass, and dirt were enough to make her grateful for the nearby stream.

The ram grunted in response.

"You've successfully mated with an elven female," she said. "Maybe the first of your kind to do so. Certainly the first of your kind I've ever had. Did you like it?" The ram bleated, a happy and triumphant noise. She smiled. She knew she wasn't supposed to enjoy this. She knew she was supposed to be disgusted with herself. But she wasn't. She'd had fun, and the ram had gotten what he wanted too. All was well, then.

When she could walk again, she went back to the stream, jumping in once more to wash herself clean. She brought her clothes as well, washing them as best she could, knowing the blood was still going to stain. As long as she couldn't smell orc on her, she didn't care. But she needed to not smell like goat, either. Others might ask questions. Questions she didn't feel the desire to be asked.

Once she was clean, had dried her clothes with a small campfire, and gotten redressed, she saw that the ram was still there, and the sheep had wandered closer as well. Tomorrow, she'd do what she could to get the sheep closer to Dwarven territory. She smiled. That might take a while. If the need arose, maybe she'd have an opportunity to sate her urges again. Maybe. If the need arose.

She fell asleep propped up against the ram. If anyone had to ask, here was the obvious reason his scent was on her. This and nothing more.

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Duel

The borders of Northern Mirkwood had been cleared, at least in their area. Fell things still lurked in the dark forest, but the orc problem had been dealt with. Yet once more, Tauriel found herself filthy with orc blood, and riled up from battle.

Since her experience with the Dwarven battle ram, she'd tried harder to manage her urges. She knew she should have been more ashamed of what she did, but she wasn't. No, the ram had been delightful, and she'd mated with him twice more before finally managing to return him to Dwarven territory. The memory of their encounters carried her through quite a bit.

Now she was in the water, cleaning herself and touching herself in equal measure. She'd sent the others far along to get some privacy, on the errand of making sure the borders stayed clear. There wasn't another elf for at least a mile.

The water felt beautiful on her skin, and the coolness helped drive down the heat between her legs somewhat. It, at least, brought it down from an inferno to no more than a torch. She danced her fingers across the outside of her sex, playing with her little mound before slipping a digit inside. She released a happy, satisfied gasp. Yes, this would do just fine.

She worked her finger in and out, slowly but surely picking up the pace. She had time. She had all the time in the world. But then a small breeze brought a scent that gave her pause. Orc flesh.

She looked around, alert and supremely irritated that she had been interrupted. She saw nothing in the gloom of Mirkwood’s edge, but she left the water all the same. She was formidable, but unarmed, and it would not do to be caught in such a state by the enemy.

As she approached her gear, she heard a twig snap behind her and whirled about. What she saw shocked her enough that she lost her footing, and fell back against the tree.

An orc, larger and stronger than average, was behind her. He had long, dark hair, and his skin was a sickly yellow, with his sharp teeth exposed in a grisly smile. And though his wicked blade was drawn, he was lacking some of his gear. The heat in her loins was surely responsible for her eyes flashing downwards for that fraction of an instant. Larger than average indeed.

“And what have we here?” he asked in his uncouth voice. “Pretty little elven girl, all by her lonesome?” He took a step forward. Tauriel was in a difficult spot, now. She could end him, if she were quick enough. Her bow was at her feet, and he was too distracted by the sight of her body to see it. But that was no sure thing. He was within striking distance, armed, and possessed a natural disposition towards murder. He had the advantage.

The fact that he was distracted by her body, however, was stoking the fires she’d been trying so hard to douse. She could see the lust in his eyes, the veins bulging in his member. He wanted her carnally, not just to do violence unto her.

She absolutely shouldn’t be considering what she was considering. This was an orc. Twisted. Foul. Hideous. Her people’s ancient, hated foe. Her hated foe. And yet, the heat was on her again. The same desire that had driven her to fornicate with a beast. But could that override her disgust? And did she even have a choice?

Her bow was at her feet, her blades not much further. But he was so close. Close and throbbing.

In a moment of what she was sure was poor decision making, she erred on the side of caution.

“Y-you’ve caught me unawares, orc,” she said, letting through what fear she felt. She’d killed an orc barehanded once before, but it was a much smaller specimen. Weaker, less keen-eyed thn this one. She did not like her chances. 

Beyond that, the burning in her loins was curious after another matter, and no amount of effort could put the thought from her mind. No, a sick part of her wanted to see just what this orc could do. This was a rare enough opportunity. But an opportunity she was not convinced she wanted.

“That I did,” he said, bringing her back from her thoughts

“It’s clear that you have the power here,” she said, her voice trembling despite her efforts to stay even. She looked down at his cock again impulsively and then looked back up, eyes widening in a flash of horror as she saw the lustful gleam in his eye shine brighter. The part of her that didn't want this was losing, and she hated it. “I-if you p-promise to let me live, I-I’ll do whatever you want.” He grinned an evil grin. She was disgusted with herself, but now that she’d seen it she had to know.

She could not properly identify the origin of the fear on which she was drawing. Was it the very real, if surmountable threat an armed orc posed her? Or was it fear of what of what it said about her for allowing this to happen? Was she, perhaps, the sort of elf that had willingly gone to the enemy in ages past? That thought alone set her mind on a more horrified path.

“That sounds quite agreeable,” he said. He stalked forward, and she turned to face the tree, presenting herself to him, and her detest for the situation mingled with a primal appreciation of his member. By the Valar, was she an animal? A bitch in heat? He licked his foul lips with his disgusting black tongue. When he reached her, though, he suddenly crouched, and she tensed, wondering if he’d seen her bow or her blades. “Let’s get a taste of you, then.”

Tauriel gasped as the orc took a lick of her sex. She hadn’t expected that, not at all. She shuddered. It felt good, and she hated it. Hated that she enjoyed the very first moment of this. What it foretold for the immediate future.

“Now now,” he said, “no need to be afright of me, missy. Grabag will treat you good. At least so long as you stay put and don’t scream.” She shuddered again. Exactly what had she invited? He licked her again, and then went to task with a will.

Tauriel had never expected an orc would ever even think to do something like this. This was the sort of thing lovers among the elves did. In the back of her mind she remembered their common ancestry, that orcs had once been elves. Normally, the thought was both sad and hateful, but now? Now she wondered how much elf was left in these foul creatures. Or at least in this particular foul creature.

Grabag’s tongue was long and thick, each drag of it covering her sex. And then he stuffed it inside her and she gasped. His filthy hands grabbed at her ass cheeks and spread them, and he buried his nose in her at the same time as he buried his tongue. Tauriel couldn’t help her eyes rolling in the back of her head. He was actually quite good at it, and she whimpered in shameful disappointment when he stood up. He’d gotten her close, despite her disgust at having his filthy mouth on her nethers.

He started rubbing the head of his cock against her, and she looked away ashamed, to stop herself from looking at it.. To stop herself from puzzling out just what she was feeling.

“P-please,” she pleaded. “P-please be gentle.” She didn’t want this. She didn’t want to want this. This was hateful and vile. But she couldn’t move from the tree. It was right there, his cock about to penetrate her, to befoul her. She should take back control, fight him, scream and see if her brethren were near enough to hear and help. But she wasn't in control. The Heat was, and it wanted this.

“Can’t promise something like that, love,” he said, mockingly. “We are at war, you know?” She bit her lip, to keep it from trembling, though what it was trembling with was slowly changing from fear to anticipation.

Presently, he began to thrust, and thrust hard. Grabag had a larger cock than she’d seen on a bipedal male, and despite the circumstances she remembered her ram. It was comparable, if different. His cock was shaped far more like an elf’s, even if it was wrong-looking, like everything else on an orc.

His limbs were too thick, his arms too long compared to his bow-legs. His skin too unnatural and sickly a color. His long, sharp nails unnervingly close to breaking her skin, to marking her. And yet she did not strike him. She let him do as he pleased.

Grabag fucked her against the tree, her breasts pressed into the bark of what she was glad was a smoother plant. He went in deep with each thrust, and she could feel herself leaking down below. He was inside of her to her limits. She was dangerously close to her climax, and wasn’t sure how she’d be able to hide it.

“G-gentle!” she begged. “Please!” If he slowed, perhaps she could maintain composure. But she began to fear she was lying to herself. She didn't want gentle. She wanted this. Wanted to be fucked hard by this foul thing.

“I’m goin’ in so easy!” he said. “I’m starting to think you actually love it!” He said this mockingly, and the stupid brute had no idea just how true it was.

Tauriel tried. Tried to keep her moans and gasps those of pain, of anguish. But it wasn’t holding. With each damnable thrust, with each clap of his hips against her ass, it became harder and harder to not enjoy it.

“D-don’t!” she cried. He just laughed. “Don’t… s-stop!” He laughed harder. “Don’t stop!” He slowed, and she started slamming her hips back into him. “Don’t stop!” It was an order, her resistance broken.

“Y-you mean you like this?!” he gasped.

“Does that displease you?” she asked, not breaking her pace. She felt his cock twitch, and knew that it did not. Or at least that his base animal need was too strong to keep him from stopping.

Grabag kept fucking her, amazed but too full of lust to think aboout just what it all meant. And she felt too good to stop in any event. Her sex clenched around him, and she slammed back one final time.

“YES!” she screamed, her climax upon her. Her juices were running down her shaking legs. The orc froze. Her confidence had come back, and now that he realized she was going to come down from the high of fornication, he no longer knew what to do. Tauriel kept up her own pace though, and despite his confusion, and far and away against her better judgment, she kept going until she felt him spill.

Tauriel’s breathing was heavy, her face flushed, and the orc behind her was stuttering. He didn’t know what to do, but she did.

She turned around and pushed him, driving her shoulder into his gut so that he fell over, stunned, while at the same tie wrenching his sword from him. He looked up at her with fear as she gave the blade a practice swing.

“P-please!” he begged, “I-I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have! I-I’ll go, I will, I-”

“You aren’t going anywhere,” she hissed, and she was on him before he could move. She wrapped an arm around his leg, and pointed his sword at his gut “I’m not done with you, yet.” She looked at his cock, covered in her juices and his seed, and it no longer looked so disgusting to her. No, this glorious thing was a testament to his elven heritage, it had to be. It was worth his life, at least.

She took a long slow lick, and Grabag gasped. It tasted better than she’d thought, and she entertained the idea that maybe this one bathed once in a while. Certainly not as much as an Elf, Man, or even a Dwarf would, but far more than one would expect. Enough that the taint of Morgoth didn’t ruin the flavor. Or maybe it was just her own taste that kept his at bay, the vile creature.

She lapped up all of the seed and all of her juices, and his wilting cock was brought back to full size and strength. She let go of him, and before he could move, protest, or react in any way, she was on top of him. She lined herself up with him and looked him in the eyes.

“This is mine,” she growled, blade at his throat. “Understood?” He nodded. Good. Threats were the only language orcs understood. She sank down on it, taking it all the way in. By the Valar, she never thought an orc would ever be beneath her like this! Had never dreamed one might fill her so full! Her legs were spread wide around his hips as she let herself enjoy the adjustment. “Yesss!” Grabag said nothing, rendered speechless by all of this. Good. She didn’t want him to ruin this with his talking.

She started by grinding against him, his cock still all the way inside. Then, she began to lift herself up, slow and steady, and come back down. She set a deliciously slow pace, memorizing each sensation as she slid his cock in and out. She had no idea when she’d get this chance again, and it was worthy of remembering.

Presently, she began to move faster, and was soon bouncing on top of him. He looked up at her, both afraid and mesmerized. He’d never been dominated by another creature before, not in this way at least. A punch or a kick to keep him in line, mayhaps, but he’d never been ridden by a she-elf as if he were no more than a tamed mount. This was new. This was dangerous.

He took a chance, feeling that if he were going to die this might as well be how. He reached up and grabbed a bouncing breast, taking the soft flesh in his rough hand. She gasped, but didn’t attack him, didn't slit his throat. She wanted him to, then.

The orc played with Tauriel’s nipples, which only heightened her arousal. By all that was good in the world, she was glad she hadn’t slain him. Then, he leaned up towards her and took a nipple into his mouth. She moaned, and grabbed the back of his head to keep him pressed into her chest. It felt so good, even though it wasn’t supposed to. It was wrong, so very very wrong, but there was no way she was going to stop now.

Tauriel climaxed again, and sank onto his cock, panting. She actually felt satisfied. Grabag just looked at her, unsure of what to do. She felt a tinge of pity and guilt. She’d gotten off twice, and he’d only spilt once, and he’d given her quite a surprising amount of pleasure.. But she didn’t want to risk him spilling inside her again. Once was a risk, twice was foolishness. Her ram couldn’t have impregnated her, but mating with Grabag…

Without a word, she pulled herself off of him, and moved so that her face was now at his cock. She looked up at him, tossing the blade aside, and his hideous face was filled with a wonder that made him look less hideous. She gave the head of his cock a lick, tasting herself on him once more. Then she took it into her mouth, slowly working her way down.

She never broke eye contact for a moment as she throated him, taking him all the way down to the hilt, pressing her lips against his pelvis in a lewd kiss. She stayed there, feeling his cock twitch and pulse in her mouth and throat. She could breathe, but just barely.

She started bobbing her head up and down along him, still looking up into his eyes. They weren’t such a terrible color, perhaps, as she’d first thought. Less yellow and more amber colored. Almost pleasant. But she knew he was getting close, and bobbed faster, swallowing the foreseed as it started leaking from him. She wasn’t going to spill a drop. There should be as little evidence as possible.

She reached up and grabbed at his balls, fondling them gently. A gentle touch was something the orc had lacked all his life, apparently, and it was too much for him. He grunted and gasped, and she felt his seed flood her mouth, hot and sticky.

She swallowed each spurt, and soon actually felt like she’d had a small bowl of thick porridge. It tasted better than it had any right to, even with the undertaste of corruption.

Slowly, she pulled back and let his cock escape from between her lips with a pop. She kept staring at him as she stood. He was on the ground, still, not sure what was going to happen next.

“So,” she said, “Grabag, was it?” He nodded. “You’ve earned your life. You should know that I was prepared to kill you at any time, and was more than able to. I’ve been the captain of our border guard longer than you’ve been alive, I’d wager.” He swallowed. Good. He’d bought it. He didn't need to know the exact chances of her success on that, he just needed to believe her.

“S-so,” he breathed, at last, “d-do I just leave or-”

“You leave under a very strict set of conditions,” she said. “You will not come back to Mirkwood. Not unless I come for you myself.” He looked puzzled. “You will stay nearby, near enough that I won’t have to go looking for you for more than three days when I want you.” His confusion gave way to hesitant excitement. Good. He was smart enough to understand. “Stay away from other elves, and discourage your fellows from entering Mirkwood. Wouldn’t want you dying just yet, now would we?” 

He shook his head. He very much would like not to die. He would very much prefer what she was suggesting to that.

“And finally,” she said, “you will not breathe a word of this. If it gets back to me that an orc is bragging about mating with an elf, I’ll  find you, and I’ll kill you more slowly and painfully than even your twisted mind is capable of imagining. Am I understood?” He nodded vigorously.

“Y-yes, Mistress,” he said, and she felt something in her core heat up at that. Something that needed dealing with after he was gone, or she’d fuck him all day and drain him dry.

“Good,” she said. “Now go, and go carefully. I’d hate to lose so rare an orc so soon after finding you.” He stood, and she surprised herself by giving him a kiss on the cheek. He looked bewildered, and she pointed him in the direction that would take him out of Mirkwood entirely. He rummaged around in the brush, first, and retrieved his sword and his trousers and his boots. He was soon dressed, and moving through the wood. He did take one last look back, though, and she watched him drink in her naked form. But neither said anything, and he was gone.

Tauriel took to the water once more, bathing more thoroughly, and taking care of her own needs again, the idea of Grabag fresh in her mind. Her thoughts were ranging far and wide, replaying everything in her head while also giving way to fantasy. He’d smelled not just of orc, but of warg. She wondered if he were himself a rider. Wondered what it might be like to…

But no, she found her climax before the thought took hold entirely. She’d crossed enough lines for one day. And now that she was clean of his scent, she would get back to her duty.

If she did it well enough, perhaps she could track him down sooner than later. She looked out after him, now far away but not hidden entirely from her sight. 

She’d like that, she thought. She truly would. Even if she shouldn’t.

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Tauriel waited as patiently as her current state would allow. It had been days since last she had seen Grabag for a tryst, and already she was hungry for more. They had met with regularity since he had first come upon her bathing, but the Heat inside her had burned a little too hot lately, and she needed something new to satisfy it.

So she now sat at the spot they had agreed to meet, waiting.

She heard before she saw. The sounds of a warg crashing through the brush. She looked to see Grabag riding it, just as she hoped. Her eyes flicked down. Riding him, just as she’d hoped.

“Just as ordered, Mistress,” said Grabag as he dismounted. She stood and approached. The warg growled, but Grabag silenced him with a kick. Tauriel didn’t much care for that method, given the circumstances, but Grabag was a work in progress.

“Very good,” she said, tracing a finger along the underside of his chin. She looked the warg over. “And this is yours? Trained?”

“Aye,” said Grabag. “Up from a pup, all by meself. This fleabag is mine.”

“Has he no gentler words for you?” she asked in elvish. The warg growled, softer this time. Most beasts of the land and air understood her tongue, but she was not sure these did. More likely they understood the Black Tongue of Mordor, but not even for this would such twisted words pass her lips. “Well, Grabag, you’ve done as I asked, and for that you will be rewarded.” He smirked.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he said. “But, uh… well, I'm not sure how all of this is going to work.” Tauriel smirked back.

“Oh, I have ideas,” she said. “Tie him to a tree for now. Away from my horse.” Grabag did as he was bid. As he did so, Tauriel began to disrobe. Grabag, true to his nature, stole as many glances as he could, whatever he could get away with without slowing down too much.

In truth, Tauriel had come to enjoy his lecherous looks. She had him quite enthralled, and she knew it. His being here was proof of as much. The wrongness of it all still needled her when she was alone, but not nearly enough to stop.

“On your back,” she commanded. “I do not wish to wait any longer.” Grabag hurried to obey, undoing his gear. He lay down, quite as naked as she was, close enough to the warg to ensure he was paying attention, but far enough away that she was out of reach. That enticing cock of his was already hard, which was good because she needed to satisfy her appetite at least somewhat before the main course.

She straddled him, tantalizingly close to letting him penetrate. She played with it a little, running her fingers along the dark yellow head of his cock.

“Have you been obedient, Grabag?” she asked. “Discreet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, nodding his head vigorously. “Ain’t no one knows I’m here. Ain’t no other orc knows we do this. Dark Lord himself couldn’t-”

“Shhh,” she hushed, putting a finger to his scarred lips. “Do not mention that one, not at all. Do not spoil this space, or this moment.” Her tone was soft, but Grabag understood the gravity of it all the same. Those terrible, beautiful elvish eyes of hers got cold sometimes when he said the wrong thing, and this was one of those wrong things. He swallowed.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said. She smiled at him, and he felt some relief.

“Good,” she said. “Such obedience is to be rewarded.” She raised herself just enough to line his cock up with her cunt, and sat back down on him. Tauriel shuddered at how good it felt, as did Grabag. Grabag filled her just as full as she liked, and the forbidden nature of their interaction did the rest.

For Grabag, he knew he’d never had his cock in half so good a hole as she had. Tight, warm, wet, and disgustingly perfect like her whole filthy lot were. Sometimes he hated how beautiful she was, but more often than not he quite liked it. Especially because he was the only orc was getting it on the regular with an elf, an elf what came to him no less.

He wasn’t the biggest, meanest, or the strongest orc, but he still had what those miserable flesh sacks could never: he had Mistress Tauriel.

Presently, Tauriel began to pump her legs. From sheer excitement at what today's plan was, she was soon bouncing on his cock. Grabag, once more, found himself mesmerized by her tits bouncing in front of him, and it took all he had not to finish early every time she decided to stay down and swirl her hips on him, grinding his cock into herself. Her flawless skin shone in the wretched sun, and it was the only reason he agreed to things like this. The light hurt, but she was too beautiful to say no to.

Soon, Tauriel was truly worked up, panting as she rode him. She’d fucked him often enough now that he had some proper staying power, for which she was often grateful. Today, though, she wanted a little more, so she decided to hurry these particular proceedings along.

“Oh, Grabag!” she moaned, which took him off guard. “That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me!” Grabag, excited and amazed, began pumping his hips up into her. “Take me! Take me like an animal!” He hurried to oblige. Tauriel let him maneuver her, and soon he had her on all fours in front of him.

He took her like a bitch in heat, which some part of him knew she was. The way she acted was so animalistic that he wondered how she got on with other elves at all. He shook the questions from his head, choosing instead to focus on the round, plump, perfect ass in front of him.

Her flesh rippled with each thrust, and a peak showed him her breasts swaying in turn. He took a chance, and swatted her ass.

“Mmf, yes!” she cried. He did it again. “Yes, Grabag! YES!” He couldn’t help it. He slammed into her one last time, and spilled his seed as deep as it would go. She didn’t shove him off the way she sometimes did, and didn’t tell him not to. Instead, she clutched at the grass in front of her and bit her lip. To his astonishment, he felt her legs shaking.

They were both panting for a few moments before either spoke.

“Wassat good, Mistress?” Grabag asked.

“Yes,” she said. She looked over her shoulder, from him to the warg. “Now, release him.”

“Wha?” he asked. “You… wait you think that’ll..?”

“Be enough?” she asked. “Yes. Wargs aren’t stupid. Are they?” She asked this directly at the warg, swaying her ass from side to side as Grabag pulled out. The warg sniffed, and Grabag did see that the beast’s cock was now poking out from its sheath.

“Awright,” he said, standing. The warg grew more and more excited as he approached, and even more so as he began to untie the rope. But, just before it was truly undone, Grabag stopped. “Um, just as a point of clarity, Mistress… uh, well… did you… did I get you to..?”

“Yes,” she said, trying not to sigh in exasperation. “You felt it didn’t you? You are still the only orc who has ever brought an elf ecstasy, and you have done so this day. Now, be a good orc, and do as Mistress commands.”

“Yes’m,” he said, hurrying to finish untying the knots. The moment he did, the warg bolted forward. Grabag started, and tried to snatch at the lead, but the Warg had stopped short. It had been excited, but seemed to be wary again. It sniffed at Tauriel, growling softly.

“Come now,” she cooed. “Be a good warg for your master’s Mistress. Can’t you tell I’m in heat? I need it.” She kept swaying her ass at the beast, hoping it was as enticing to him as it was for Grabag. “Pleeeease. Take me.” She looked over her shoulders, deeply into the warg’s eyes, longing to be understood.

The warg took a step forward, and licked her sex. Tauriel gasped. His tongue was wide, wet, and hot. After a few more shallow licks, the warg started in on her in earnest, his tongue slipping in and out of every crevice it could.

“Oh, by the Valar!” she gasped. A little death came upon her unexpectedly, and the warg reacted to it with great intensity. As she had said, wargs were not stupid. Though twisted, evil creatures, they were possessed of greater intelligence than many beasts that walked Middle Earth, and this one had a keen idea of what had just happened, what it meant, and what it should be doing.

His cock grew red from its sheath, and Tauriel looked at it in awe. To her surprise, though, the beast rounded on her, and was now in front of her instead of behind. It mounted her, or tried, from this position, and his cock was now directly in her face.

It smelled wild, untamed, and worst of all: enticing. Tauriel went with her instinct, and gave it a lick. It twitched. The salty taste was not unpleasant, per se, though there was a bitter undercurrent to it that a natural wolf lacked. This she knew from her attempts to ready herself for this day, or to put it off altogether. It was one thing to fuck an orc, she’d reasoned, but to fuck a warg?

Well, she was quite past that concern.

The warg finally managed to position himself better, and began to hump at her face. Tauriel obliged and opened wide, allowing the warg to fuck her mouth. Well, as best it could from this angle.

Still, his cock pushed past her lips, and she rolled her tongue around it as best she could. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Grabag, watching with his mouth agape. He, too, hadn’t quite expected this. The warg, however, was starting to get carried away with this, and Tauriel would not be denied what she came here for. What she had arranged all of this for.

She pulled away, and though the warg tried to continue, she managed it. It tried to remount her, but she was having none of it.

“Obey!” she hissed in elvish. The warg winced, and growled. She, surprising even herself, growled back. She turned, still, and presented to the warg once more. He was wary once more, her sudden shift in tone too reminiscent of what he'd heard before being kicked in his youth in the pits, but did not hesitate for long. He was, after all, still hard, and still in the presence of a female who was clearly in the throes of her Heat.

The warg mounted her properly, and immediately Tauriel felt the heat coming off his body. His rough-furred belly pressed against her back as he tried to enter her. In his excitement, he was missing, but she was able to reach back and guide him in. Once inside, though, the warg needed no assistance.

The beast set to it with a will, thrusting hard and fast, plunging his cock into her.

“OH!” she cried, her tongue lolling from her mouth as she unexpectedly climaxed again. She had truly not been ready for just how good this would feel!

The warg fucked her like the beast it was, with no thought at present but the desire to breed her if it could. Tauriel’s legs were quaking as the warg pounded into her, filling the air with wet clapping sounds.

This! This is what she had wanted, what she had craved, what her loins had absolutely burned for! This primal act, these base feelings,this pleasure! It was everything she had hoped. She did not know it would soon be more.

Grabag watched his mount mount his Mistress. He saw the shockwaves it sent through her body, the ample flesh of her ass rippling and shaking as the warg’s hips slammed into her, her breasts bouncing back and forth, to and fro, wild as the creature now taking her. And the sight of it all made him hard again in record time.

Tauriel’s arms gave out, and the Warg seemed to be fucking her into the dirt. It was too much for Grabag. He could no longer sit this out. Feeling especially emboldened by the sight of his mistress in this particularly lewd state, he approached. She still had the presence of mind to notice him, and looked up at him.

She was unthinkably aroused, panting hard from both the fucking she was receiving, and the sight of Grabag’s cock. Even he could tell that,because her eyes were locked onto it. So, Grabag positioned himself under the warg, so that Tauriel’s head was now between his legs.

Tauriel eagerly took his cock into her mouth, slobbering all over it in a way he’d never seen her do before.

Presently, Tauriel began to throat him.She took him as deep as she could, over and over, looking deep into his eyes as she did. The look she gave him was full of need, full of desire, full of… something he didn’t recognize. It wasn’t bad, whatever it was. It felt like the look she gave him when he’d done something right, only more.

She sucked him at a furious pace, and Grabag knew he was soon to blow. He clutched her head, and she did not stop him. Instead, she took him all the way to the base, and stayed there as he erupted in her mouth, sending hot seed down her throat.

The warg, in the midst of this, finished as well, slamming into her one last time. Wave after wave of even hotter seed poured into Tauriel’s cunt, and the elf climaxed one last time. Caught between these two, in this way, how could she not?

Tauriel wondered where her sense of shame had gone. Had it been gradual? Or had it died the moment she’d fucked a Dwarven battle ram, and she had only pretended she still had it when she’d taken Grabag? Now, her biggest concern of her brethren discovering her was that they would take Grabag or his warg from her.

She gasped as Grabag pulled himself from her throat, and almost smirked as she realized the warg's knot had swelled inside her, plugging her cunt with his beasthood. She pulled a bit, and realized to her delight that she was not going anywhere. She squeezed and clenched instead, shuddering in ecstacy.

“Good for you, Mistress?” Grabag asked.

“Yes,” she said. “You may…” She paused. She had been caught up for a moment, had been about to say something that perhaps she couldn’t come back from. Had been about to give him permission for something too intimate. Grabag said nothing, but looked at her, awaiting whatever it was she was going to say. “You may rest. Perhaps when I am freed, I shall take you again. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” he said, nodding vigorously. She did smile at that. She quite liked enthusiasm.

When the warg finally shrunk down, his meat was freed from her sex with a popping sound, and a gush of seed poured out from her into the grass. She crawled over to where Grabag now sat, and laid down on him. He tensed, unsure of what she was going to do.

She was an elf, after all. There was always a possibility that she would choose to wring his neck, and he knew from experience that there would be little he could do to stop it. But that ancestral fear did not come true. She seemed to just be relaxing.

“A few moments to get full feeling back in my legs,” she said, her voice surprisingly soft.

“Awright,” he said. They just lay like that for a while. Worries he had about smelling too much like her when he returned to his own kind faded a bit as he appreciated the softness of her skin. His world was a harsh, sharp one. But soft, warm things were nice too.

Eventually, though, she began to stroke him, and once he was ready she took him one more time as promised, and sent him on his way with a command to meet her again in a fortnight.

They both left quite looking forward to it.

Chapter Text

Tauriel was impatient today. It had been some time since her last tryst with Grabag, and though she felt the Heat building in her, this was not the cause of her agitation. No, beyond copulation she had something important to impart upon him. There needed to be a change in their arrangement. The time was soon coming, she was sure, when her fellow elves would be onto her about what she had been doing, and who and what she had been doing it with.

She very much wished to avoid that.

And so, she had sent word as usual, and had picked a secluded spot far enough away from the borders of Mirkwood that they should not be caught (it was, in fact, the ruins of Dale, which in its abandonment had begun to be reclaimed by the forest). But he had never been this late. She worried, again, as she had that something had perhaps happened to him.

He was clever enough, but he was still an orc and subject to their brutality and stupidity. Had they dragged him into a battle that they had lost? Had one of his fellows simply murdered him? Was he laying in a field somewhere, broken, with an arrow in his back?

No, that could not be the case. He simply must be late.

Presently, she heard something in the distance. It definitely sounded like a warg coming through the brush, the sound of its claws clacking along the occasional broken cobblestone. But, as it drew closer, she recognized that there was more than one. By her count, there were four, though one was lagging a bit behind the others.

She thought quickly, and climbed into the nearest building, which had growing through it a marvelous tree. Though no longer in Mirkwood, the trees here amongst the desolation were still thick of leaf, sturdy of branch, and would not betray her. As the sound drew closer, much of it stopped. She heard a thud, and then Grabag came stumbling into view on the empty street.

“M-Mistress?” he called, voice dripping with uncertainty. “It’s me!”

Tauriel was no fool. She could see, hear, and smell a trap a mile off, especially one this obvious. But had Grabag turned on her? To what end?

She studied him, looking for signs. He was breathless, nervous, and filthy. Unusually so, truth be told. He looked like he had crawled through the mud. Though the mostly hidden sight of an arrowhead peeking out of a broken window made her wonder if perhaps he had done so by choice. The arrowhead, though, was crude, and reaffirmed her thoughts on who had come with him.

Tauriel had a choice to make, and she knew it. She could stay in this tree, unseen as she was, and fire off at the orc hiding in the ruined building. Perhaps it would flush the others out. But this could lead to Grabag being peppered with arrows as well, before she could find them. And she simply could not let Grabag die without knowing why he had done this. It would haunt her.

So Tauriel laid a trap of her own. Her blades she kept, but her bow and her quiver she nested in the branches of the tree, which graciously held them fast. No, this tree would not let her weapons fall. She paused before enacting her plan though, everything that could go wrong running through her head.

She was not keen to die. She was not keen for Grabag to die. But she had a strong feeling why this ambush was happening, and that was an opportunity the Heat would simply not let her pass up. When else would she get the chance?

“Grabag,” she said, revealing herself, “there you are. Alone, I trust?” They needed to think she’d been tricked if this was all to work.

“M-Mistress,” he said, looking at the ground, “Actually, I-”

“Brought some friends!” came the rough, sneering voice of an orc. The wretched creature stepped out of a ruined building, and she drew her blades, allowing herself to appear startled. The orc with the bow trained on them popped up and made himself visible in the window, and she took pains to make sure he thought that she’d only just seen him.

A third orc stepped out as well, laughing and hefting a spear. The first was the tallest and brawniest of the three, a great mass of corded muscle and rough grey skin. She didn’t know they made orcs this big, if she were being honest. The archer in the window was the shortest of the three, a sickly yellow pallor to his skin, with large eyes suggesting he was more the style of orc that Dwarves called goblins. The last was a medium between the two, closer to Grabag’s size.

“Grabag here tells us he has hisself an elf missus,” said the big one, approaching. “Been braggin’ about it round the campfire.”

“I swear I hasn’t!” Grabag said quickly, shaking his head. “I-” The big one kicked Grabag’s legs from under him and sent him to the ground.

“Anyways, he was goin’ on and on,” said the big one, as if Grabag had said nothing, “and we reminded him as we was ‘is mates that he should be willing to share! We orcs share everythin’, don’t we lads?” The other two laughed their cruel, twisted laughs.

It was actually a simple thing to look angry at the present moment. She was, in fact, furious that Grabag had gotten himself caught. And she was mostly certain the big one was lying, based on Grabag’s bruises, but still. He had gotten caught. That was her foremost rule: do not get caught.

She tensed, as if to fight, but the archer drew his bow, his arrow directly aimed for her. At this range, it would be hard for him to miss.

“Now now, love,” said the big one, “we wouldn’t want you doin’ anything you’d regret. After all, we’re just here for a bit of sport! And Grabag-” here, he kicked Grabag in the gut, and then stepped on him, driving Grabag’s face into the dirt, “- has told us just what a fan of sport you are.” He leered at her, and an unbidden burning came to her cheeks.

There was a part of her, apparently, still capable of shame.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“Just said,” answered the big one. “Some sport. So how about you chuck those pretty knives of yours, and my lad there points that arrow somewhere other than that lovely chest of yours.”

“I do that and I’m as good as dead,” said Tauriel.

“Don’t and you are anyway,” he said. He looked down at Grabag, and then back at her. “We ain’t unreasonable. Elf as rare as you should be prized, not peeled. Put the weapons down. Put on a show for us. Make us prize you. Do that, you live. And so does this one.”

“I don’t care what happens to him,” she lied. The orc smirked again.

“Well, either way, his reward for bringin’ us to you is he gets to live,” he said. He took his foot off Grabag’s back, and hauled him up. But his other hand was still on the pommel of his wretched sword. “So? Whatcha say?”

She was torn, truly. On the one hand, her urges were undeniable. This was an opportunity that would be hard to pass up. On the other, she already hated these three, and did not want to give them the satisfaction. That was more important to her than her nearly revived sense of shame.

Her eyes flicked down to Grabag, who looked infuriatingly pitiable. This whole situation was his fault. His carelessness had led them here, just as his magnificent cock had led her to the overall situation. But still, she did not want him to die.

“As you wish,” she said, her voice defeated. The three orcs were quite pleased with themselves as she said this, more so as she laid her weapons to the side. The archer kept his arrow trained on her as the big one hauled Grabag to the nearest tree trunk. She watched as he tied Grabag to it, and grimaced at the knot-work. This one knew what he was doing.

“Would rather he didn’t get too excitable,” said the big one. “He got a little jealous when we mentioned sharin’. But maybe with a front row seat, he’ll come to his senses, eh?” He walked back over. “Now… about that show?” Tauriel nodded, willing herself not to blush. Those efforts were in vain.

Tauriel took a deep breath and began to sway. She thought about the times she'd rewarded Grabag, trying to take back a much needed sense of control. He had liked her movements, and perhaps his foul brethren would as well.

Piece by piece, she began removing her gear, starting with her few pieces of armor and moving on to her weapon belts. She let her vambraces drop to the ground, and then turned. There was a grunt of dissatisfaction from the orcs until she bent down slowly to remove her boots at which point the noises turned to jeers and hoots of approval. She tossed them aside as well and undid her trousers. She turned again, unwilling to be that exposed that quickly, and pulled them down around her legs.

She removed her tunic as she stood up, now only in her underthings. She turned, playing up her desire not to look at them as an inability to meet their lustful gazes, covering her chest and her crotch with her hands. But the wretched Heat was rising, and guided her eyes to their faces. They leered at her, and her breath hitched as she realized that she had been so focused on disrobing that she hadn’t noticed that they’d adjusted their own garments.

They had not yet doffed most of their crude armor, but their cocks were now on display, hard and ready. Almost unbidden, she fell to her knees, shock clear on her face. The orcs laughed as they followed her eyes moving between them. 

Unsurprisingly, the big one had the largest cock of the three, larger than Grabag’s for certain. The goblin’s was the shortest, but surprisingly girthy. The average one’s cock, she noted, was longer and yet thinner than Grabag’s. Three different cocks, all at the ready for her.

She hated this, and yet when they approached her there was a horrible anticipation building inside her. Horrible because she was growing impatient to start.

“Look at this now, boys,” said the leader, his cock now casting a shadow on her face as he towered above her. “Look ‘ow eager she is!” He laughed. “Never seen an elf slut before.” He put out his arms. “Get this offa me.” The other two quickly undid his armor, and the heavy iron fell to the ground around them. He gave her a twisted smirk, and stroked his cock. “Get to it, missy.”

She reached out a trembling hand. The line between performance and lust had unfortunately blurred, and she was having trouble distinguishing between her plans and her urges now. She took his cock in hand, and began to stroke it. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Grabag looking defeated, but put it from her mind for now.

She was, in part, doing this for him. Because of him, rather. She was, of course, not doing this for him.

She worked the big orc's big cock as the two others helped one another out of their armor,which their stupid clumsy hands were having trouble accomplishing. Or, perhaps, they were so distracted by trying to watch her that they were fumbling with the straps. The big one cleared his throat, and Tauriel thought that now was as good a time as any to acquiesce.

She hesitated, but opened her mouth and slowly moved her lips to the head of his cock. She tried not to focus on how he smelled worse than Grabag, and instead reminded herself that she had sucked off a warg before. She could do this.

The big one sighed in pleasure as her elven tongue graced his cock. His name, though he would never tell Tauriel, was Gaznahk. He had never had his member serviced by anything half so pretty as this elf. So pretty it made him angry, in fact. But he decided he'd choose whether or not to smack her around a bit based on how good she felt once she really got going.

Tauriel licked every inch of Gaznahk's cock before finally taking the plunge. She tried her best not to gag as she took him inch by inch down her throat. He was big enough that it proved incredibly difficult. Her eyes watered as her lips met his hips, her throat well and truly stretched around his girth. Gaznahk took great delight in her apparent distress.

“You were right, Grabag!” he called enthusiastically. “She really does know what she’s doing!” Watching a single tear roll down the elf’s cheek only made Gasnahk harder.

Tauriel, meanwhile, was seething. Had Grabag actually told them what she had done with him? Or was this one simply lying. In any case, it seemed that displaying sadness was like an aphrodisiac to this monster, and expressing her rage as sorrow, while undignified, might at least keep him off guard.

“P-please!” she gasped as she pulled off his cock, heaving, “Please do not mock me!” He grabbed her hair none to gently and growled at her.

“I'll do as I please,” he said, “so you'd best focus on pleasing me, get it?” She nodded, and he grinned at the fear he thought he saw sparkling in her eyes. He let go of her hair,and she began to suck his cock more earnestly. She bobbed her head up and down his length, and he relished in how hot and wet her throat was. He could scarce imagine how good her cunt was going to feel once he got to it, and since he was the leader he was going to get it first.

The other two orcs had finally gotten themselves free of their gear when Tauriel had achieved a steady rhythm, and had presented her with their cocks. She looked from one to the other, her lips still wrapped around Gaznahk. She took each in hand. The goblin’s cock she felt pulsing, and the average one’s tip was already shiny with fore-seed. She began stroking them

“Spread the love, now,” said the big one, and Tauriel did as she was told. She released his cock with a pop, and made a great show of gasping for air. She kept stroking the other two, and flipped a coin in her head on who to switch to. She chose the average one, and was immediately displeased.

His fore-seed was practically dribbling out already. But, perhaps, that would mean she did not have to spend much time on him. She took him into her mouth as she stroked the other two orcs, and indeed she had not suckled at him long before he spilled down her throat. She pulled back, coughing and spluttering. His seed did not taste very good, and she had not appreciated the surprise. The average one, whose name she was not likely to learn was Uglût, looked dazed, and stupid, and Gaznahk and the goblin laughed at him.

But, him being done meant it was the goblin’s turn. The goblin, Bugdof, shuddered in ecstasy as her perfect lips wrapped around his member. Like Gaznahk, Bugdof had also never had anything as pretty as Tauriel service him. Unlike Gaznahk, nothing had ever put its mouth here at all. He’d never felt anything like this before.

Tauriel worked her tongue along Bugdof’s shaft as she sucked, Bugdof being a more manageable size despite his girth. He wasn’t cutting off her air supply at the very least, which meant she could do more. And as far as the goblin knew, she was simply showing submission. He hadn’t the faintest idea that Tauriel’s Heat was mostly in control now, having struck a bargain with the more rational side of her: she could have her perverse carnal desires fulfilled, all while weakening these wretched orcs.

Sucking Bugdof was fairly simple, aside from his overall foulness. His size was manageable and his astonishment at the sensation kept him from any unexpected violence. As Tauriel's head bobbed, she felt something fleshy poke her shoulder. She glanced over, surprised to see that Uglût had already seemingly recovered. She took him in hand once more, and she was less than a dozen strokes in before his cock was oozing again.

He would be trickier than she’d thought.

Presently, Bugdof’s cock began to pulse, and Tauriel took it as a sign. She readied herself, but Bugdof grabbed her head suddenly and thrust all the way into her mouth, spilling hot seed down her throat. He was not so far down, though, that she did not taste it. It, like Uglût’s, was not pleasant.

He pulled away when he was finished, a stupid, satisfied look on his face, and she knew now that it was time to finish the big one. She turned back to him, who looked at her expectantly. She took a deep breath and engulfed him, determined to get this over with.

Gaznahk, for his part, took her speed and ferocity as enthusiasm and submission, which pleased him greatly. Grabag hadn’t given full details, but Gaznahk was the cleverest orc he knew, and knew that any elf who would fall so low as to let Grabag inside her must truly want to be degraded by orc-kind. A rare and valuable find indeed.

She throated him over and over and over, catching his hands in the corner of her vision as they went to grab her head. She braced herself, and he grabbed her and thrust into her mouth in similar fashion to the goblin, and she felt his cock pulse over and over as he spilled. It felt like his seed was pouring directly into her stomach. Thank the Valar he was so large that she didn't even taste it this time.

At the same time, though, Uglût spilled, and her shoulder was covered in it.

Finally, when Tauriel thought she was in danger of suffocating, the big one pulled out. She gasped and choked, falling on her hands as she spluttered. The orcs laughed as she regained her breath. She looked up at them, too angry to hide it.

“Still have some fire in you, eh?” asked Gaznahk. “I’m sure we can quench that.” It was not long before he was hard again, before all three of them were hard again, and Gaznahk signaled for his lackeys to stand by her side. “Now, these two are gonna watch you while I go get ready to claim new ground. Best be on all fours by the time I get back.”

Gaznahk walked over to Grabag, who glared at him the whole time. Gaznahk smirked, and presented Grabag with his cock.

“Fuck off,” Grabag managed to say before Gaznahk punched him.

“Now now, no way t' talk to your betters,” said Gaznahk. “You’d best do what I say, maggot. I’m gonna shove this-” and here he shook his cock “-inside your lady-elf’s bunghole. You wouldn’t want her hurt now, would ya?”

Tauriel’s elfish hearing did not fail her, and her eyes widened. But, in the situation she was in, there was little she could do. She was still in Heat, and she still needed to play up being helpless while Grabag was within killing distance of Gasnahk.

Grabag glowered at Gaznahk. He looked at his cock and spit on it.Gaznahk laughed,and spread it himself before walking back to Tauriel. He kneeled down, and prodded her ass.

“Now, I'm going to take you here first, so’s when it’s their turn you’ll already be used to something up there, got it?” Gaznahk grinned his twisted grin. “Doin’ you a favor, I am. Be grateful.”

“Y-yes,” said Tauriel, playing into his words. She was, indeed, grateful: she was grateful Grabag's warg had already treaded this ground, that the beast was bigger than this lout. She was more ready for this experience than these wretched orcs suspected.

Tauriel still gasped as Gaznahk pushed himself inside her. While she’d had bigger, it had still been some time since last she’d put anything in this hole. Gaznahk pushed in slowly, though not for her comfort. No, the orc was savoring the sensation. He’d never been in this tight a hole. He wondered if elves,with all their wretched graces and so-called perfections, stayed tight no matter how much you fucked them.

Well, he aimed to find out. He’d ruin this bitch if he could. Once he was hips deep, he let out a satisfied sigh.

“Oh, you lot are gonna like this,” he said. Bugdof and Uglût laughed. “This here is a right, tight one! That’s the ticket.” He started to thrust, started to fuck her,and Tauriel was supremely irritated that it felt good.

Not as good, she noted, as it did with Grabag and his warg. Seeing Grabag attacked in front of her had cooled her wrath towards him, somewhat. This, perhaps, was not entirely his fault.

Presently, Gaznahk began to thrust harder. He was soon fucking Tauriel’s ass in earnest. Bugdof and Uglût watched, occasionally stroking their cocks. Tauriel knew that were Gaznahk not keeping her to himself for the moment, she would be servicing them as well.

The sound of their bodies clapping together soon echoed off the ruined walls of Dale. She was both ashamed and aroused. But she was adept at hiding her emotions,and chose only to show shame. Only Grabag had earned any signs of her arousal.

Gaznahk gripped her hips, pulling her into himself as he fucked forward, filling her ass quite full.Then, she felt him spill. He slapped her ass before he extricated himself.

Before Tauriel could move, Bugdof and Uglût had taken their positions, Uglût behind and Bugdof in front. They were to have a go while Gaznahk recovered, she was certain, for she could see that the lust in the big orc’s eye had not yet abated.

She felt a surprising relief that it was the goblin who had elected to take her mouth. He tasted less foul than the other, and wasn’t likely to already be covered in his own seed. Bugdof fucked her mouth, and Uglût fucked her ass. She was also quite certain that, though he wanted to fuck her properly,he was not at Gaznahk’s silent insistance. Yes, Gaznahk was truly the orc in charge here, and he had most assuredly told them before all of this had started that he would claim her holes for himself before they ever got a turn.

Uglût, unsurprisingly, spilled. Bugdof, however, had not by the time that Gaznahk was hard again. Both orc and goblin pulled out, and looked to their leader. He lay on the ground, and they grabbed her, surprising her with their strength. She tried not to resist, having gleaned where this might be going. “I bet Grabag did all the work for you. Left you lazy. Least when you ain’t have a cock in your mouth, you seemed to like that.” She just glared.

But she couldn't help but tremble slightly. Surely they couldn’t mean to-

Whatever hopes she had were dashed as the orcs pulled her legs wide, adjusting her so that her sex was hovering over his cock. They lowered her just enough that the head was just between her lower lips. Gaznahk chuckled, and that was their signal to drop her.

The breath was driven from her body as she was impaled upon his cock. Gaznahk saw her face and laughed, prompting the other two to laugh as well. When she found her voice again, it came out in the form of a moan, and she blushed crimson. The Heat had risen to a fever pitch.

“Ah, so you like that eh?” Gaznahk laughed. He looked at Grabag. “Your elf here is quite the prize, Grab. Think we’ll keep her. Might still let you use her, when I’m not.” He smirked at Grabag, who glared hatefully back. Tauriel could see from here that there was more than hate in his face, but it would be dealt with later. Gaznahk slapped her ass. “Go on, then. Get movin’.”

Tauriel began to pump her hips up and down, riding the big orc. His cock, though pleasantly thick, was too long to be entirely pleasurable. There was some small measure of pain, here, pain she did not wish to prolong. She could kill two birds with one stone, here, she thought. She could both bring him to an early end, and lower his guard in the doing.

She pumped her hips harder and faster, letting the Heat win out. Letting herself moan. Gaznahk looked happily surprised, and even more eager. Her tits were now bouncing up and down, which the orc’s eyes locked onto. She heard the footsteps of the other two approaching, and braced herself for what she knew was coming.

Bugdof came up behind her, and shoved his cock into her ass. It went in fairly easy, lubricated by Uglût’s disgusting seed. That, unfortunately, meant that Uglût himself was now at her mouth. She opened without a word, and he slid in. She would have smirked, were she able: the taste of her own ass had actually improved the flavor of his cock.

They all fucked her, their cocks driving in and out of her orifices. The Heat was glad of it, and she almost worried at that. There had to be a way to satiate herself that was not so extreme as this. But, that line of thinking was fucked into the background of her mind. The foreground was dominated by having all of her holes filled at once.

Bugdof fucked her ass with reckless abandon, clapping into her as she fucked Gaznahk. Uglût, predictably quickly, spilled in her mouth. He backed away to recover. Soon after, Gaznahk spilled in her, and she collapsed on top of him. Only Bugdof kept going, fucking her as she lay atop the big orc, his cock punging in and out of her ass.

Eventually he, too, spilled, filling her ass with even more seed. Tauriel had stamina to spare, though, and knew she could use it to her advantage. She had thought of a way to win.

“M-more,” she moaned.

“Wha’?” asked Gaznahk.

“More,” she moaned again, looking at him as if in desperation. “Fuck me more…” He grinned, though she could tell his stamina was running low. Still, his lust clearly won out.

“That's more like it,” he said. They switched positions, This time with Gaznahk taking her mouth, Uglût her ass, and Bugdof beneath her. Once more, she took all three of them. When she had finally made them spill, she played up being insatiable, and kept going.

Tauriel took them as many times as she could. Finally, she was a panting, sticky mess on the ground. Uglût was fully unconscious, Bugdof sat in a daze, and Gaznahk stood on unsteady legs.

“... More?” she asked, pleadingly. Gaznahk shook his head.

“No more for you today…” He waved her off and turned towards his armor. “Grabag wasn't giving you enough if you were this needy. Maybe ‘twixt the three or four of us we can get that under control though.”

Tauriel watched him take a few shaky steps and sprang into action. He heard her move and turned around, though he was too late. With elven grace, she bounded up the tree that grew through the building where she had initially been waiting. She was amongst its branches in moments, and grabbed her bow.

Gaznahk ran for cover, but it was too late. She put an arrow in his back, and he fell. Bugdof scrambled for his bow, but she put an arrow in his head. Uglût had been fucked senseless, and so she slid down the tree, casually putting an arrow through his throat as she walked by.

She put another in his cock, just for spite.

She walked towards Grabag, bow in hand. His look was that of growing terror.

“Please, Mistress,” he pleaded, earnestly, as she drew closer. “Please, you know I wouldn’t have, not on purpose, I-” She reached him, and cut him off with a kiss. His eyes went wide, and he was stunned into silence. She pulled away and looked him in the eye.

“They would have killed you, no?” she asked. He nodded his head. She reached for his face, and he flinched, expecting her strike. Instead, he opened his eyes in wonder when he felt her stroke his cheek.

“Ain't… aint you mad?” he asked.

“I was,” she admitted. “But I think you have been punished enough. Come, let's free you from these ropes.” She went to grab her blades, and saw that Gaznahk had moved. He was crawling away, still alive. She grabbed her weapons, and sauntered over to him, putting a sway in her step for dear Grabag to enjoy.

Gaznahk heard her approach and tried to crawl faster. She overtook him, and shot an arrow next to his head. He froze, and she knelt down.

“You know if you’d stayed still, I might have missed you,” she said. “I had more important things on my mind than making sure I had slain you.” He stared up at her, hatred burning hot in his eyes. She saw his arm twitch just as he intended to strike her, and moved out of the way. She stabbed her blade through his hand, pinning him to the ground.

Gaznahk howled in pain, and Tauriel smirked.

“I think you should know something before you die,” she said. “You aren’t half the orc Grabag is. Your stronger, yes, but not nearly as clever as you think. Oh, and there is one thing he has that you never will.”

“Wassa-” he began, but she slit his throat. She whispered it in his ear as she watched the light leave his eyes. It wasn’t that she wanted to tell him first. It was, rather, the satisfaction of knowing he’d die knowing it.

She walked back to Grabag and began to cut his bonds. He was soon freed, and she had him gather her things before leading him to the lake. She dove into the water, eager to clean herself of the orcs’ foulness. She came back up for air, and caught Grabag staring at her. She gestured for him to join her.

He did, and was soon naked with her in the water, though he stayed more in the shallows. She swam to him, and led him to where they were both up to their chests in the water. He was nervous, unable to swim, but she had a grasp on him.

“Now, Grabag, there is something I wanted to tell you,” she said, softly. “It's why I called you here in the first place.”

“Wassat?” he asked. She surprised him, then, by getting close and resting her head on his chest.

“I’m… with child…” She looked up at him. “... Yours…”

Grabag was astounded. He hadn’t been sure he’d live long enough to mate, and had certainly never expected it with an elf.

“Really?” he asked. She nodded. Grabag felt many things in that moment. Watching the other orcs take her had been wretched, but this? His confusion was plain on his face, and Tauriel was no fool. She had, after all, seen it before.

“Were you hurt, Grabag, when you saw me with those three?” she asked.

“Hurt?” he scoffed. “How could it hurt me?”

“You may be honest with me,” she said.

“... I… didn’t like how you seemed to…” He didn’t want to finish the thought.

“It was mostly a show,” she said, “but you know how my… appetites can be.” He nodded, and she hugged him. He’d not been on the receiving end of affection much before this, and was unsure what to do with it. “Let us leave here. Let us run away together.”

“Run away?” he asked.

“I will not be welcome among my people when I have borne an orcish child,” she said. “Or even if I am, my child will not. And I would not have you accosted by your people again. So let us away, this very day.”

“D'you mean it?” he asked. “You an’ me?” She looked in his eyes and nodded, and for once he felt like he was not being tricked. “Awright…” They went to the shore, and got dressed. He had one question though, before they set off to find their steeds. “And if you're, uh, appetites are too much for just me to handle?” Ah, she thought, he had sensed it too. The desire to push the bounds.

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll come up with something.” And they would, though that was a story for another day.

Tauriel and Grabag rode away from the ruined town of Dale together, and as the sun set on their previous lives, the promise of a new day dawning spurred them on.