Forbidden Embrace

"Please, Mithcolleriel, you should not go alone!"
The blackhaired elven girl turned with a sigh.
"Why not, mother? I am not a baby anymore!"
"But.. The guards told me they spotted orcs close to the borders this morning! At least bring a friend with you!"
"Mother! It's noontime! Orcs don't stand sunlight! And by the way, I want to be alone. I've always been looked after. I've had enough!"
"But Mithcolleriel, you-"
"Namarië!"

Then she ran away. When she got outside the city she sighed with relief. Finally alone!
"Why do they never leave me alone? She asked a bird that followed her. All of my life others have been after me! Protected me, made sure I never had to starve, or freeze. I want to take care of myself! I want freedom!"

She let her feet carry her away. Away from the city, away from... the forest? Suddenly she noticed that she was very close to the borders. She thought for a moment about going back, but abandoned the thought as quickly as it came. Not yet. She sat down in the grass close to a small river.

"Mother spoke of orcs.. She've never told me of those before. What is an orc, really?" She tried to picture an orc. They were ugly, that was all she knew. She shuddered, it didn't work. She didn't really know what the word 'ugly' meant either.
"What is an orc? They are ugly.. and... brutal? Perhaps I want to see an orc.." She smiled and glanced in the direction where she knew the borders of the protected forest were.

Suddenly, a small branch snapped, less than a meter behind her. She went stiff. Then she heard a very silent clinking of chainmail, and she felt a soft breath moving through her hair.

She spun around to hit whatever was behind her, but too slow. Before she had time to hit she felt strong hands on her shoulders and in a blur she found herself pushed down on the ground. She gazed up on her capturer. The creature looked... strange. Not particularly ugly, just... strange. Long, black, stripy hair hung down like a mane on the back. Pale grey skin, almost white, and eyes that glowed in pure red. The ears were pointy, jagged at the lower part, and stood out from the creature's head. The clothing was torn and raggy, through the many cuts and holes in it she could see chainmail.

The creature had placed itself sitting on her thighs and holding her down with it's hands on her shoulders. It studied her body, up and down, then it grinned, revealing two rows of jagged yellow teeth, and in the lower row a pair of sharp fangs. Suddenly she realised in what kind of situation she was. That wild creature would probably kill her and eat her! She started to thrash and struggle wildly. The creature threw itself down on her to keep her still.
"Let me go!!" She hissed.
"You know, we don't have to fight. I can do this the nice way." It hissed softly in her ear.
"There is no nice way of being eaten!" She said and struggled even harder.
"Eaten?" It said, almost amused, and nibbled on her eartip. She went stiff and turned her head away.
"Let me go! I will not let you eat me alive!"
"I will not eat you."
"What?"
"As I said, I will not eat you." She looked at the creature in disbelief. Then it lifted her chin with the hand, placed its tongue at the base of her throat and licked all the way up to her chin. She shuddered at the sensation. Then it placed its mouth at her ear again.
"Although I must say you taste good." It whispered. Then it - he - growled softly in her ear.
"A-are you an orc?" She asked.
"Yes." He answered while nuzzling her ear.

She didn't really know how to respond to all these caresses. It felt good, but... All she had been told about orcs was that they were ugly, evil bastards that killed elves whenever they could. But this one laid her down on the ground and started nuzzle her ears. Did orcs have some kind of obsession with ears?
"L-let me go." She didn't really believe that he would respond, so she was surprised that he rolled off her and sat down beside her instead. She leapt to her feet, took a step back and brushed the leaves and dirt off her dress. The thoughts spun in her head as she saw him rise to his feet beside her. She wasn't supposed to react like this, he was ugly, he was evil, he was-
"You're one sexy little elf, you..." He breathed behind her. She turned around just to see him fall to his knees in front of her and embrace her legs, thereby causing her to trip and fall on her back again. She hit the ground with a thud. Then he leapt onto her and started to kiss, lick and nibble her throat, and caress her hips and breasts with his hands. She gasped and started to struggle again, but to no use. Then she tried to kick him between his legs. But she didn't get any speed to the kick, she only stroke him roughly on the bulge between his legs. It did nothing to help her out of the situation, but he almost cried out in pleasure. Then he looked at her.

"Be careful, she-elf," he whispered with a smile. "That's a sensitive spot. Just as sensitive as..." Then he sat on her legs again, grabbed her dress, and before she had time to react he dragged it over her head. Now she laid naked on the ground, completely at the mercy of one of those so-called foul orcs that her mother had warned her of. But she saw no bloodthirst in his eyes as he looked at her. As far as she could see, the only feeling those bright red eyes were full of as he eyed her body was admiration and desire. She didn't feel scared either. She felt... desire. It was somewhat an interesting feeling, to be so completely helpless. He was so much stronger than she was, he could just rape her without mercy, and then he chose the long way to make her feel good too.

Her thoughts were lost as the first waves of pleasure flowed through her body when he fingered her nipple teasingly. Pleased with the reaction, he bent down and suckled softly. She gasped and bent her back upwards, urging him to suck harder. He agreed and began to work the nipple with tongue and lips, and stroking the other nipple with his fingers, causing her to moan and whimper at feelings she had never had before. Then he stopped. She moaned and wriggled a bit when the pleasure ended, then she laid still and looked at him.
"You haven't told me your name."
"Graznik. And yours?"
"Mithcolleriel."
"Mi-Midhshollreill..?" He laughed. "I can't say that!"
"Just call me Mithi."
"Mithi."
"Grrazz-nikh."

Graznik took his clothes off, leaving only his loincloth on. He was well shaped. Not lithe as an elf, perhaps even sturdier than a human, but still tall and upright, not broad and squat as the orcs she had imagined. He had a lot of scars that covered his chest and abdomen. Some were from old wounds that must have looked horrible when they were fresh. But some scars looked more like they were placed there on purpose, like tattoos. Those scars were coloured in black, and formed an intricate pattern over his chest and the upper part of his muscular arms. She let one of her fingers trace one of the lines down to where his ribs ended, and then up again to his left collarbone. He grinned evilly, placed his arms on both sides of her chest and leaned down over her. She let her hands trail down his chest and began to finger around his nipples. He flung his head back and gasped for air. Then he lowered it and licked both her nipples swiftly before moving in place to lie down upon her. She shivered as she felt his warm body being pressed against her. His skin wasn’t hard, or rough as she had thought first. It was soft and smooth. Not as smooth as hers, but it was still nice.
”Oh, you are so soft…” he moaned and started to rub himself against her, slowly moving up and down. Suddenly they both cried out in pleasure as he impulsively bucked his hips hard, causing his rockhard erection to stroke the sensitive spot above her opening. He leapt off her and began to roll around on the ground, groaning in ecstasy, trying to get control over his shaking body.

She rolled over to the side and moved her hand down to feel between her legs. She moaned softly when she felt how wet she was. More than ready. Then Graznik obviously got some control over his body, for he stopped rolling and lied down flat on the ground on his back and turned his head to look at her.
”Please…” he gasped, sweating and panting like in a fever. ”Please… I cant - hold back… Any longer… Let me, please… Please…”
She rolled over on her back and nodded. He got up on all four and looked at her like a predator, ready to dig it’s teeth into the victim. She split her legs for him as he sat down between them and looked at her body. He moved two fingers into her to make sure she was ready. His eyes went huge and he stared at her as if he couldn’t believe his own senses as his fingers moved slowly in and out of her wetness.
”Aaaiihh… Please, no… No!” She moaned loudly.
”No? Don’t you want to?” He said, worried.
”I do want to, but… Oohh, please stop tormenting me!! Just take me, take me… Don’t do this… Mmmhh…”
He grinned and was about to lie down on her when he realised he was still wearing his loincloth. He groaned and began to fumble with the knots. She sat up to help him when it didn’t come loose. Then he lost his temper, reached for his knife and cut the rope. Then he sighed with relief as his hard, huge member was released from the pressure. He sat dreamily with closed eyes for a moment.
”Aaahh!!” He was ripped back to reality when she softly stroke his member with both hands. He lost control again, with a soft roar he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down. A faint voice in the back of her head said something about that this was not proper, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. She d oud out as he found the entrance and pushed himself in with all his strength.

Graznik prepared himself to get control again the moment he reached the end of her. But that moment never came. He gasped as he realised he was entirely buried within her wonderful wetness. That had never happened before. None of the other females he had been with had ever been able to take his full length, they were all too tight. He always had to be careful not to push too far, and he had never been able to find any deeper pleasure with them as long as he had to concentrate not too lose control. This was different. He dug into her, over and over, calling out every time she took him all the way up to the root.
“Ooohh, so good…”

He was puzzled when she showed no signs of coming closer to climax. She gasped and moaned, and she seemed to like this, butethiething was missing. He stopped pushing and dragged himself out of her.
“Wh-what’s the problem?” She asked, worried.
“Turn around.” He said, smiling evilly. He knew of a way to make the girl scream in pleasure.
She looked puzzled, but did as he told her.
“Get up on your knees. Come towards me.” He sat down on his knees and placed his hands on her hips to guide her. When she was in position he ordered her to sit down on him. This way, with her sitting with her back against him, he could, hopefully, aim right at that sensitive spot inside her. He began to move slowly within her again.

This was a new sensation, better than the first. Mithi moaned loudly as he now and again pushed hard within her. Then he moved slowly again, and then almost left her completely, then pushed in hard. Then he hit the pleasure spot inside her. She put a hand over her mouth not to scream out loud as he began to massage that spot over and over again. As he continued with that he placed a hand on her upper thigh and searched down to the sensitive spot and began to stroke it intensively.
“Mmmhh… Graznik..”
He leaned over and growled softly into her ear as he felt her muscles clench around him. She whimpered as she felt her body tense. Then he bucked hard and stroke her pleasure spot one last time, pushing her over the edge, and she cried out loud when she came. Graznik bucked a few more times before releasing himself within her. He leaned his head against her shoulder as the waves of pleasure rolled inside him, stronger than ever before. Mithi rolled her hips to extend the pleasure. Then she looked at Graznik and smiled.

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The last red light of the evening sun flooded in between the trees. A slow breeze came in from the river and made the leaves and branches whisper. So calm. Graznik laid on his back with his head on a huge root. Mithi had curled up beside him with her head on his shoulder.
"Strange," Graznik whispered.
"What?"
"Well... I've never felt this way before. I mean, I've never done this before. Y' know, lying down, listening to the birds and trees.. I've never taken time to do it. It's nice."
"Mmm.. Let's just hope no one finds us. They would probably be quite.. puzzled."
"No, not puzzled. More like 'oh my goodness, an elf and an orc!!! Hglk!!' And then they would throw up." Mithi laughed.
"Which of them? The elves or the orcs?"
"Both."
Mithi began to giggle and it didn't take long before they both roled around on the grass laughing.
"Idon't remember the last time I laughed like this," Graznik said when they had calmed down enough to speak.
"I must go back now," Mithi said as she rose. "It's getting late. Can we meet again sometime?"
"Sure, whenever you want."
"But where? Not here, it's too close to the city."
"Hmm... I know of a place. A small cave, not too far from here. You know, where that little river comes out?"
"Oh, there... sure. When?"
"Two days after tomorrow, at sunset?"
"See ya then."
"See ya."