Fill Her Belly - Pointed Ears and Large Hearts

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Grumund nervously straightened his suit as the train slowed down, pulling on his jacket. The train car was completely packed - it was filled with people going about their business. This was, he figured, how the other half lived... commuting to work along the rail lines. Thankfully, none of them were paying any attention to him. He breathed a sigh of relief; Grumund had been on the cover of Time two months ago, and he still wasn't comfortable with the attention. He also still wasn't comfortable dressing up like this, despite it being essential in his new role... and he was torn between his need to look presentable and his embarrassment and desire to keep a low profile. After all, he wasn't used to being in charge of the Falorash Lumber Company, the largest provider of timber East of the Miskotonic River... but he was now, and he needed to do what was best for all of the workers he was responsible for.

The train continued to slow, and Grumund clutched his briefcase as the hissing of the brakes finally grew loud enough to be heard over conversations. Then, the car slightly shuddered as it came to a final stop. Grumund held his bag with both hands as he rose to his feet, pressing between standing passengers and more than a few wargs as he headed for the door... eager to leave. He stepped onto the platform, adjusting his tie as he scanned the crowd milling outside.

As Grumund adjusted his tie and scanned the crowd, he noticed several people bumping into him as they tried to move past him. He felt awkward and out of place, like a sore thumb sticking out among the other commuters. He had lived his whole life as just another face in the crowd... but he wasn't anymore. He had become someone notable, someone who stood out.

Shifting uncomfortably, Grumund spotted a tall, grey-skinned figure holding up a sign with GRUMUND written on it in blocky black letters. He was a tall, muscular example of an orc, with the only exception of the two small, almost dainty tusks parting his lower lips, giving him a nearly feminine look.

Grumund hesitantly approached the orc, and the other man's eyes locked onto him, extending his hand for a handshake. "Mr. Grumund, I presume?" the orc asked in a deep, gruff voice.

"Yes, that's me," Grumund replied, feeling distinctly uncomfortable. "And you are?"

"Faulon, at your service," the orc said, giving a slight bow. "I've been sent by Pointed Ears and Big Hearts to be your driver while you're in town. I'm going to escort you to our headquarters."

Grumund nodded, feeling a mix of relief and curiosity. At least he didn't have to feel like he was wandering anymore... it was good that they had sent someone. He was grateful for the escort. "Lead on," he said.

Faulon held out his hand to take Grumund's bag, but the elf refused. "No, thank you," he said politely, keeping a firm grip on the handle. "I'd rather keep it with me."

Faulon nodded in understanding and led the way through the busy train station. They weaved past vendors selling various goods and commuters rushing to their destinations. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mixed with the scent of fried food from a nearby stand. Despite the bustling atmosphere, Grumund couldn't shake off the feeling that he stood out like a sore thumb among the crowd. He was grateful for Faulon's presence, as it made him feel slightly more at ease in this unfamiliar environment.

As they approached the parking lot, Grumund noticed a sleek black limousine waiting for them, its engine purring quietly. A naked elf woman with honey-blonde hair sat in the passenger seat, wearing a metal collar around her neck. She looked serene, almost ethereal, as she gazed out the window. The sight of her made Grumund uneasy; he knew that elves were dangerous and unpredictable.

"Who is she?" Grumund asked, gesturing towards the elf.

Faulon smiled proudly. "That's Honey, my pet," he said, opening the back door of the limousine for Grumund.

Grumund hesitated before getting in, unsure about having such a creature so close by. "Is she... safe?" he asked cautiously.

Faulon chuckled. "Oh, don't worry about her," he assured Grumund. "She's very well-behaved." With that, he closed the door gently, giving Grumund some space while maintaining a respectful distance.

As Faulon slid into the driver's seat, Grumund couldn't help but feel a bit anxious about how close the dangerous elf was. He tried to push those feelings aside as the limousine began to glide away from the train station.

As Grumund settled into the luxurious black leather seat of the limousine, he took in the elegant interior. The carpet was a rich red, and the wood paneling exuded an air of sophistication. He couldn't help but admire the opulence surrounding him; perhaps this was necessary to make some of their wealthy donors feel at ease. Grumund reached for the mirror located on the back of the driver's seat, angling it towards himself to check his appearance.

He examined his reflection, taking in his fit orc male figure and dark green skin. His large tusks protruded from his lower lips, giving him a distinctive appearance. Grumund smoothed down his black and white suit, ensuring that the sharp cut of the jacket and trousers was still perfect. He ran a hand through his thick, black hair, making sure it was neatly parted to one side. Satisfied with his appearance, Grumund put the mirror away and leaned back against the plush seat.

The limousine glided smoothly through the city streets, the sounds of traffic and pedestrians muffled by the thick windows. Grumund tried to focus on the meeting ahead, but his thoughts kept wandering back to Honey, the elf woman sitting just a few feet away from him. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something dangerous about her despite Faulon's assurances.

Grumund's eyes flickered towards the front seat, expecting to see Honey sitting serenely beside Faulon. To his surprise and discomfort, she was nowhere to be seen. His heart skipped a beat as he felt an irrational surge of fear – what if she had disappeared to come after him with one of those stone-tipped arrows or obsidian knives that elves were known for?

But then he realized the truth.

Honey wasn't missing... the blonde elf had bent down across the front seat, her naked body leaning over the central console... and her face was in the driver's lap, giving oral sex to Faulon as he drove. The beautiful elf had the driver's cock out and in her mouth, swallowing it and licking along its length with a practiced grace.

Grumund couldn't help but stare, transfixed by the sight before him. He had always thought of elves as dangerous creatures capable of untold violence and destruction. Yet here was the pale-skinned, blonde angel of death... but she was submissive and gentle, worshipping her master's cock with a tender touch.

Fighting the urge to look away, Grumund watched furtively without saying a word as the limo continued to drive. The contrast between the opulent interior and the erotic scene unfolding before him was jarring yet strangely captivating.

As minutes ticked by, Grumund became acutely aware of his own growing arousal despite his best efforts to remain detached. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to hide his erection as he watched Honey service Faulon with increasing passion.

As the limo continued on its way, Grumund couldn't help but feel a mixture of fascination and unease at what he had just seen. The encounter with Honey left him feeling disoriented as if his entire perception of elves had been turned upside down. She… really didn’t seem all that dangerous…

When the limo finally came to a stop outside of a large building, a green-skinned and handsome orc was waiting for them. Grumund stepped out of the limo, eager to stretch his legs after the long ride, and the other orc approached, greeting him with a warm smile and a firm handshake.

"Welcome to Pointed Ears and Large Hearts, Mr. Grumund," Drauug said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "I'm Drauug, the director of this charity... and I'm thrilled that you've decided to partner with us in our preservation efforts for endangered species."

Grumund nodded, taking in the sight of the sprawling farm before them. "I haven't decided on that just yet," he warned, still feeling somewhat uncomfortable in his new role. "But it's still a privilege to be here. I must admit... this is all quite new to me, but I'm interested in doing whatever I can to help."

Drauug grinned, revealing a row of sharp teeth. "I appreciate your dedication, but I feel very confident that you are going to sign on... and I promise you won't regret it." The orc's smile was broad and devastating. "This partnership is truly a match made in heaven. We've been struggling to maintain our preservation efforts on a limited budget, and your support will make all the difference."

"Do you only work with elves?" Grumund asked.

"Mostly," the director said as they walked along the well-manicured paths between bushes, Drauug's smile continuing to beam as he explained. He gestured towards a gap in the bushes where Grumund could see a large enclosure where an elf was tending to a group of rare rabbits. "We do have other rescue-species rehabilitation projects. We rescue injured animals from the wild and nurse them back to health, and for better or worse, elves are quite useful tools for this. They are rather nurturing to the nature around themselves."

Grumund raised an eyebrow, finding the sight of the elf caring for the animals surprising. "I wasn't aware that elves could be so... domesticated," he said, choosing his words carefully.

Drauug chuckled, "Oh, they're not exactly domesticated, Mr. Grumund. But we do our best to teach them the importance of coexistence. As you know, elves can be quite aggressive as civilization expands into their territory. We need to find ways for us all to live together peacefully, or soon, there won't be any more elves."

"Some people..." Grumund said with a glance to the side. "Like some of my workers… and their families... might prefer that."

"Taking vengeance against animals for acting in their nature might be natural," Drauug said firmly. "But it's not good, and we shouldn't find it acceptable. We should find a way to coexist, instead." They continued walking, and Drauug pointed out another enclosure where a group of elves were carefully planting seeds in a garden. "Look at this, for example. This is our farming project. Some of the better-behaved elves help make food for the rest, using environmentally friendly and small-scale methods."

Grumund nodded, impressed with the initiative. "I suppose it's important to preserve their traditional ways while adapting to modern times, isn't it?"

Drauug agreed. "As much as possible," he said with a nod.

He led Grumund into the large building in the center of the manicured lawn around the facility. "I'm truly impressed by what you've accomplished here," Grumund admitted, shaking his head in amazement. "It's inspiring to see such commitment to protecting these animals."

Drauug beamed with satisfaction. "Thank you, Mr. Grumund. Our work here is vital, and with your help, we can continue to make a difference. Together, we'll ensure that future generations can enjoy the wonders of these incredible creatures."

Drauug led Grumund into the facility, and they talked a little bit more as they walked down the hallways. The building was utterly modern... it looked much like one of his own office buildings, with sleek glass walls and fluorescent lights illuminating the space. The orcs working inside were engaged in various tasks, some typing away at their computers while others held conversations on phones. Grumund couldn't help but feel impressed by the dedication and professionalism displayed by the staff.

"If I'm going to be a contributor," Grumund said, "I need to know what my money will be used for. I need to see how it's being spent."

Drauug nodded understandingly. "Of course, Mr. Grumund. As the director of operations here, I'd be more than happy to show you around our facility."

They left the office behind, walking through more sterile hallways. They passed by rooms filled with some kind of lab equipment that Grumund couldn't even begin to understand, with a handful of orcs running tests... clearly some sort of medical facility. Eventually, they arrived at a heavily secured door guarded by two burly orc guards. It was marked as the Kennels.

Drauug flashed a badge, and the guards stepped aside, allowing them to enter. The director flashed Grumund a knowing smile before he pushed the door open... and the businessman followed him. The smell hit him first. The room smelled like a lot of wild animals, with a scent of dirt, waste, and musk. Looking around, the large room was completely filled with row after row of cages. Each cage contained a pretty, naked elf girl, their pointed ears poking out from their messy, matted hair.

Grumund's eyes widened in surprise as he took in the scene before him. The elves were all different ages and appearances, but they shared a common air of melancholy. Some sat listlessly in their cages, while others rocked restlessly back and forth. A few tugged furiously at the iron bars that kept them enclosed.

"This... this is unexpected," Grumund stammered, his eyes darting from one cage to another.

Drauug smiled sympathetically. "I understand your surprise, Mr. Grumund. But allow me to explain. These elves have been captured from various locations where they posed a threat to orc settlements. We bring them here to rehabilitate them and teach them how to coexist peacefully with civilized folks."

Grumund looked on skeptically as Drauug pointed at an elf in one of the cages. The elf hesitantly crawled a little closer, her eyes cast downward. She was petite, with delicate features and fair skin. Her body was slender and toned, with a lithe grace that reminded Grumund of a forest creature. <Please... I'm so hungry...> she whimpered, and the musical notes of her voice were like a beautiful bird birdsong, cheerful and uplifting to the orc businessman’s ears. It made him momentarily wish that he could sing, but no sound that could come out of his tusked mouth could possibly be half as beautiful… it was more like a well-crafted instrument than animal cries.

"This one here is Elara," Drauug said, putting a hand confidently through the cage bars and running it through his hair. "She's been with us for several months now, and she's made great progress."

Elara looked up at Grumund, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hope. Grumund found himself feeling unexpectedly drawn to her vulnerability. She looked so... sweet and sad. Nothing like the dangerous elves he had seen in the wild. <Please... I want to go home...> her sweet whistling voice came.

He knew that his own family's lumber company had unwittingly contributed to the elves' plight. When they discovered an elf village while clear-cutting a forest, it led to a violent confrontation where several orcs were injured while subduing the villagers. The last thing they needed was bad publicity from killing elves, especially with so many orcs actively protesting the destruction of their habitats.

Grumund realized that investing in a large and effective elf conservation project could be exactly what his company needed to improve its image. He saw potential in Pointed Ears and Big Hearts' facility and its mission to rehabilitate the elves. Maybe, just maybe, they could make a difference and ensure the survival of these beautiful creatures.

Drauug seemed to sense Grumund's thoughts. "We're doing everything we can to help these elves adapt to a world that's rapidly changing around them," he said, gesturing to the cages filled with captives. "But we need support from people like you to continue our work. With your backing, we can expand our facilities, hire more staff, and hopefully save more elves from a tragic fate."

Grumund nodded thoughtfully. He understood the importance of preserving the elves' heritage and ensuring their survival. It was clear that the current approach—capturing and containing them—wasn't ideal, but it was a necessary first step. If they could domesticate elves, then there was hope for a better future.

As Grumund studied Elara, his mind drifted across what he knew about the creatures. Elves were, of course, a prominent feature in orcish mythology, no different than dragons and krakens and rocs and other dramatic things. Unlike those other creatures, however, elves actually existed, so the mythology was based on something at the very least... but the truth was nowhere near as dramatic. In the legends, they were an entire civilization, one renowned for their intelligence and sophistication, with ancient societies that rivaled even those of the orcs in terms of culture and science. According to some of those fanciful tales, the elves and the orcs had gone to war... and the elves had been defeated, creating a path to orc ascension. Now, the elves were more like wild creatures than the advanced beings they used to be.

That was what the legends said, anyway. No one had ever found any evidence that those legends were true, though. They were a feral group of animals, and just because they formed communities of their own didn't mean that they were intelligent, any more than a family of prairie dogs or ants, just because they lived in harmony. They certainly possessed an animal cunning and could be quite clever, like some species of the pale-skinned apes that lived in the jungles and used tools. Still, their intelligence was much more akin to the crafty resourcefulness of goblins rather than the refined intellect of the orcs.

There certainly was some basis in reality for these beliefs, though. The traditional habitat of the elves - the vast, lush forests – had nearly vanished, replaced by the unstoppable march of urbanization and industrial development. The elves, unable or unwilling to adapt to these changes, found themselves on the brink of extinction. This lack of territory, combined with how dangerous feral elves could be, led to frequent conflicts when orcs encroached upon their territory. It meant that farmers, ranchers, and loggers were often on the front lines of the battle between civilization and the dangerous elves.

It was clear to anyone paying attention that the relentless expansion of orc society had pushed the elves into progressively desperate situations, leaving them with few options for survival. If nothing drastic was done soon, experts feared that the elves would undoubtedly disappear from the world entirely, becoming yet another footnote in the ever-evolving tapestry of history. However, the orc population was still growing... they needed more farmland, more houses, more power plants, more, more, and more. They weren't going to stop, and the elves couldn't survive unless they did.

It was this dire outlook that led to the creation of conservation efforts such as Pointed Ears and Big Hearts, seeking to preserve what remained of the elven species. Right now, they were basically zoo animals. The hope, according to their literature, was that over time, the elves could be taught to coexist peacefully with their orcish neighbors. Grumund watched Elara closely, taking in her delicate features and melancholy expression. She seemed so fragile, so vulnerable, a far cry from the fierce and feral creatures that roamed the forests and had hurt his men.

As Grumund observed Elara, his thoughts drifted back to his past and the path that had led him to this moment. He remembered his father, a seasoned entrepreneur who had built the Falorash Lumber Company from the ground up. Grumund had started as a humble manager in the family business, learning the ins and outs of the trade.

Throughout that time, they had, of course, had several violent run-ins with wild elves that used their rudimentary tools to attack or damage the logging equipment. That was common and expected... they couldn't exactly just shoot endangered animals, so they needed to scare them away instead. Everything had changed, however, when they had unexpectedly discovered an elf village during the process of getting timber to meet a recent order... it had been so well disguised they hadn't even realized it was there until one cut-down tree had taken another with it, damaging the concealing weave of vegetation and exposing the village beneath it.

The unexpected find had quickly become a disaster. The elves attacked violently, striking back against the invasion of their home, and several entire logging crews were laid siege to inside their heavy equipment. If a security detail hadn't already been nearby, it might have been a catastrophe... they might have all been killed instead of just a few injured. Thankfully, the security team was very efficient... while a few more were hurt, they managed to subdue most of the elves and force them into cages rather than let them flee into the woods to strike at the loggers again.

The fight had still been an awful mess. Although none of the endangered elves had perished, multiple females had been injured, and the press got a hold of the incident. Protestors had really sunk their teeth into it, blaming the Falorash Lumber Company for its carelessness and complicity in the destruction of elven habitat, even as the families of the injured lumberjacks needed to be compensated.

The aftermath of the incident weighed heavily on Grumund's father. He had decided that it was best for him to step aside and let a new face handle the company going forward, hoping that that would allow them to turn the page and stop the protestors from burning down the company his family had built over a century. Grumund hoped that he could guide the company towards a better future, one that satisfied the angry mob.

It wasn't going to be easy, though. Just a change of face wouldn't do it. In the wake of a disaster like that, Grumund knew that they needed something to improve their public image. Many orcs were very invested in ecological conservation these days, and they hadn't been on the front line facing attacks from elves... they actively protested any destruction of elf forests. Further protests could be catastrophic for the business.

In looking for his solution, Grumund had considered a few options... but the one that seemed the most attractive to him was Pointed Ears and Big Hearts. The conservation organization was very popular among young orcs and the older ecological activists, and its dedication to preserving the remaining elf population was well known and beyond reproach. In them, he saw an opportunity to not only bolster the company's reputation but also contribute to a meaningful cause. His company wasn't going to stop running into elves in the forest... Maybe they could find a way to handle other such contact with elves in a less disastrous way. By investing in this company, the Falorash Lumber Company could show that they were committed to finding a balance between their operations and the well-being of the elves.

Hopefully, one that didn't get his people hurt.

As Drauug led Grumund further on through the room, the businessman heard the distinct sound of whips cracking, echoing through the cavernous space. Grumund couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as he followed Faulon past rows of cages containing elves—so many of them, yet so few. There were tens of thousands of elf women here, but there were billions of orcs, and this was the largest conservation facility he knew of.

<Please, let me out of here!>

<Please... some real food! Please! I can’t… I can’t eat this!>

<Please, my sister... tell me where my sister is!>

<I want to go home...>

<Please, Goddess, forgive me for consuming the flesh of an animal… I’m just so hungry…”

Some of the elves he passed were being fed by orc handlers, helping the pointy-eared women to eat from their hands. Others, however, were being disciplined for their behavior. Many of those were outside of their cages, chained up, and bare-chested orcs slashed leather whips across their exposed flesh.

Grumund turned to Faulon with concern. "Why are some of them being whipped?" he asked, his voice filled with trepidation. "Isn't that cruel?"

Faulon stopped in front of one such display. Just a few feet away, a group of chained elves cowered in fear as an orc handler disciplined one of them with a whip. "It's aversion training," Drauug explained, his tone matter-of-fact. "For a few different reasons. It seems harsh, but it's very necessary. Most elves are malnourished when they arrive from starving out there in the world, so we need them to eat and rebuild themselves. We try to get them high grade meat, but newcomers, unused to captivity, usually refuse to eat anything at first, or they just pick at the berries and fruits a little.”

“Those poor things…” Grummund said.

“Yes. They are unused to it and afraid, so we need to use pain as a method to motivate them. The elves are so ill suited to their environment they don’t even seem to hunt for food anymore, and don’t immediately recognize meat as food. If we don’t use the whips to motivate them, some elves starve to death before they it figure out.” He shook his head. “Thankfully, after they learn the food won’t hurt them, they usually start eating after a few weeks without more encouragement. Others…” He pointed at a few elves being whipped. “Those elves were attacking the bars of their cages, or assaulting our staff as they fed them, or continually refusing to eat at all."

Grumund watched, horror-stricken, as the whip left red marks on the elf's pale skin. <I won't do it again! I promise! I promise!> The elf let out a whimper but didn't dare retaliate. Grumund knew that elves could be aggressive, but these ones hardly seemed ferocious to him. Seeing them being punished like this made him a little uncomfortable.

Drauug noticed and rested a hand on his guest's shoulder. "You see, Mr. Grumund, these elves are feral animals. If they are going to coexist with orcs, we need to train them how to behave in a civilized society. This is what happens when elves are allowed to run free through orc streets and cities, digging through trash and stealing food."

Grumund winced as another whip cracked, the sound sending chills down his spine. He couldn't help but feel sympathy for the elves despite their violent nature. "Isn't the ideal of conservation to reintroduce the elves to the wild?

"Yes, of course," Drauug sighed, a note of sadness creeping into his voice. "Unfortunately, releasing elves back into the wild is almost impossible. Even if we could manage to heal any injury and give them enough training to keep them away from orcs so they could be released back into their natural habitat, there's very little wild habitat left for them to be returned to. They would most likely end up back in orc civilization, searching for food, and find themselves in conflict once more – either hurting orcs or getting themselves killed."

Drauug led Grumund through a set of double doors into another room, and as soon as they entered, the sound of elves screaming out filled the air. "This doesn't sound good," Grumund muttered, concerned about the welfare of the elves.

Drauug placed a reassuring hand on Grumund's shoulder. "They're not in pain," he explained calmly. "Elves don't feel pain the same way orcs do. For them, discomfort is only fleeting."

Grumund paused for a moment, absorbing Drauug's words. He thought back to the cages they had just seen and realized that almost every elf there had been whipped dozens of times. He hadn't noticed a single scar on any of them. It made sense; elves did heal incredibly quickly. Likewise, the noises they had been making seemed just as cheerful and upbeat as ever in their cages… it obviously didn’t bother them too much.

As they ventured deeper into the room, Grumund saw plenty of elves lying around, beaten and bruised. Most of them were extremely pregnant, their bellies swollen like ripe fruit, their pointed ears wiggling as the orcs walked past. Some of the elves held their stomachs protectively, their faces twisted in discomfort.

"What's going on here?" Grumund asked hesitantly, his voice laced with concern.

Drauug smiled and ran a hand through his thinning hair. "These are the breeding elves," he said, his tone solemn. "Elves are difficult to breed... at least, to breed new elves. Some good examples are kept here to reproduce and ensure the survival of their species."

As Grumund observed the scene, an elf male in golden jewelry settled behind a young elf who was struggling to escape. He expected that orcs might help hold her down but was surprised when he saw four other pregnant elf females holding her down instead. <Let go of me! Please, you can't do this!>

Grumund felt a mix of curiosity and unease about what he was witnessing. He turned to Drauug, seeking answers. "What's happening?" he asked.

"You have to understand that Elves aren't only endangered because of orc expansion and habitat destruction," Drauug explained. "They are also in danger because of quirks in the way they breed." The orc gestured around at the pregnant group of elves. "The amount of magic in elf blood means that they can be bred by just about anything," he continued, lowering his voice. "That means all kinds of predatory wild animals are a major threat. Once when there were more of them, sexual predation from wild animals was probably less dangerous... but that isn't the world we live in anymore."

He shuddered at the thought, and Grumund felt a chill run down his spine. "For example," Drauug went on, "if the giant spiders that haunt the deserts to the South capture one, or if one of the disgusting goblin tribes of the mountains catches one, they will keep that elf captive - alive - for decades. They will breed her over and over, creating hundreds of monsters that will come out of the woods and threaten good, honest orc-folk."

Grumund felt a chill down his spine as he considered the implications of what Drauug had just explained. "So you aren't just protecting the elves from us," Grumund said, his eyebrows raising. "You are helping to protect them from themselves and the monsters in the woods, too!"

"Exactly. This is for the best," Drauug agreed, nodding his head solemnly. "We need to ensure the survival of their species, and this is a critical way we can help."

Grumund couldn't argue with that logic, even if the situation seemed bleak. He turned his attention back to the male elf, who was still behind the pinned elf woman while she struggled against the other pregnant women. "What's going on with that?" he asked curiously.

Drauug looked over with a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Well, how much do you know about how elves breed?"

Grumund shook his head. "Almost nothing," he admitted.

"Well, elves aren't like orcs. They take a very long time to breed... Orc pregnancy only lasts six months, but a baby elf takes close to three years to come to term. With a pregnancy like that, it's no wonder their population is nearly 80% female... in the wild, males will often impregnate multiple women."

He hesitated for a moment before continuing. "But even so, in the wild males are even less common than that now. There are so much fewer of them than there should be. It seems other predators consider elf men sexual competition and kill them when they can. When we trap one of them, we train them well... it's a critical part of keeping the elves from extinction to encourage whatever male elves we have to breed more." Drauug gestured towards the male elf. "This is how we treat the men after they are trained."

<Quit struggling!> One of the elf women growled ferociously at the woman she was holding down... that was more like the elf behavior that he had seen in the woods. Furious and dangerous.

<Please, stop doing this! Let me go... please, let me go!>

Grumund digested this information, feeling slightly bewildered. The whole situation seemed so surreal, yet it made sense in a twisted way. "They really can be trained to do that?" he muttered, unable to hide his surprise. "It seems a little harsh."

Drauug shrugged nonchalantly. "Elf males get trained into it pretty naturally... even in the wild, I think the reduced number of them means that elf females compete for the men, and that means that even before we trap them they are used to being spoiled. We just spoil them a little more... they get treated like kings around here. It doesn't take them long to get into their duty of keeping their elf harems pregnant," he explained, watching the scene before them with interest.

Grumund felt his head spinning as he tried to process the information. It seemed so unbelievable, yet the evidence was right in front of him. The elf male did not seem like he was troubled or in pain, and he was clearly enjoying himself... his hands roaming over the naked bodies of the pregnant females beneath him.

Drauug watched, a bit of a smug expression on his face. "I've noticed that they seem to have a bit of a social structure in captivity. The elf male will pick a few bitches to favor and treat better than the others. For this one, those are the ones holding the new bitch down."

Grumund watched the expression on the pregnant elf women. They seemed angry and a little violent, holding the other female down aggressively... but none of that aggression was being directed at the orcs like he usually saw or at the elf male breeder. Their faces were flushed, and they growled at the pinned elf.

"The bitches he picks as his favorites tend to become very loyal to him and eager to do whatever he wants," Drauug added. "If they don't, I've seen an elf male replace one of his prize breeders with a new elf if he gets disappointed. It means the elf women are eager to please the harem's stud."

As Drauug continued to explain the dynamics of elf breeding, Grumund's attention was drawn back to the scene unfolding before him. The elf male thrust forward with a grunt, and the pinned female let out a piercing scream. <No! Please, stop!> Grumund noticed that the moaning elf was bleeding from her groin, her virginal blood staining the easily washed rubber floor beneath them.

Intrigued by this new development, Grumund turned to Drauug. "This one was a virgin?" he inquired.

Drauug nodded, his eyes fixed on the breeding session. "Yes, we've named her Nala. She's newly captured... a feral elf who kept raiding nearby farms and stealing livestock before the farmers trapped her." He paused for a moment, a hint of admiration in his voice. "Those farmers were good people. Too often, angry farmers might torture and kill an elf they caught making trouble. Instead, they turned her over to us at the conservation society. The best kind of people."

<Oh Goddess! Goddess! Please, stop! Mercy!>

Grumund cringed as the elf male continued to pound into the helpless female, his rough thrusts causing her body to jerk against her restraints. The female elf's cries grew more desperate, her animal pleas for mercy being brushed aside. Despite the brutality of the scene before him, Grumund found himself unable to look away, his curiosity piqued by the primal display of dominance. "Is it always so violent?"

Drauug chuckled and nudged the younger orc. "It's funny, isn't it?" he said. "Elves are usually more gentle than this when they mate in the wild, but not that much... not anymore..." He trailed off, gesturing towards the frenzied activity unfolding before them. "Even outside of captivity, competition and dwindling numbers have made their breeding rituals more violent, more dominant. It's survival of the fittest, I suppose."

Grumund raised an eyebrow, his curiosity further piqued by Drauug's explanation. "So, what you're saying is that these elves are driven by instinct to be rougher with their mates when they're in captivity?"

Drauug nodded, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "They certainly are. Natural, I suppose. The female elves are less comfortable when they are new here, so they resist more when they are bred. The males, the same way, naturally want to breed as quickly and efficiently as they can. Since we need that to keep the elf population up, we don't stop it. It's fascinating to watch, isn't it?"

Grumund couldn't deny the raw power of the scene before him. The elf male, driven by instinct and desire, pounded into the helpless female with a fury that was both captivating and terrifying. Her slender body shook violently with each thrust, her skin rippling as she struggled to break free from the hands restraining her. The atmosphere in the breeding room was thick with tension and the scent of sex. The feral elf, Nala, let out desperate cries for mercy, her breath coming in ragged gasps. <Please! Stop! It hurts... it hurts so much!> Her silver eyes were wide with fear, darting back and forth between her captors as if searching for an escape that didn't exist. <Please, mercy!>

Despite her resistance, the elf male continued his relentless assault, his powerful hips driving him deeper into her tight, virginal core. With each savage thrust, Nala's cries grew louder, more frantic, her voice cracking as she begged for the brutality to end.

Grumund found himself transfixed by the primal display of dominance, unable to look away. The sight of the elf male claiming his prize, the fragile female beneath him shuddering and moaning, was almost... arousing. He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be in the elf male's position, to have that kind of power over another being.

"Come now," Drauug said, nudging the younger orc with his elbow again. "There's more to show you. Let's go."

Grumund had difficulty looking away, but he nodded. "Alright..."

As Drauug led Grumund from the breeding room, the bred virgin elf suddenly seemed to notice him. <Wait!> she whined loudly. In a wild act of desperate attempt to grab their attention, she reached out towards Grumund, her fingers grasping at the fabric of his suit pants. Fear and desperation etched into her silver eyes; she babbled horrible-sounding noises at him. <Please... save me. Please! I just want to go home...>

Before he could react, one of the pregnant elf women rushed forward, pulling the virgin elf's hand away from Grumund. She growled at the other female. <Shut up! Don't draw their attention! What's the matter with you, idiot!?> With a stern expression, she slapped the other elf across the face, silencing her cries instantly.

Grumund felt a pang of guilt and concern for the elf female. His curiosity piqued, he turned to Drauug. "Does anyone here know anything about what they are saying?" he asked, hoping to communicate with the distressed creature.

Drauug let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head disapprovingly. "Elves? Language? Ah, Mr. Grumund, you shouldn't believe every rumor you hear online. They don't have a language."

"Really?" Grumund felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. He had hoped to connect with the female elf, to understand her fear, and perhaps offer some comfort. Drauug's dismissive response, however, made it clear that such hopes were futile. "Some of my loggers swear they have heard them communicating with each other, making plans, yelling instructions to one another."

<Please! I won't do it again! PLEASE! Stop hitting me!>

"Oh, they communicate," he said matter-of-factly. "But so do wargs and birds. Elves are just animals, my friend. They are clever animals, pretty animals... but animals nonetheless. I know, it would be nice if the legends were true... but they aren't."

As Grumund stepped inside the next room, the sound and scent of breeding washed over him. The sign on the door had labeled it as the Run, but that description came entirely short of letting him envision what was on the other side. Here, rows upon rows of elves were strapped down to bars; their bodies contorted into unnatural positions as furry wargs at least three times their size relentlessly raped them. Every one of them was strapped down to the racks and kept immobile on their hands and knees while the furry wolf creatures pumped away at the thoroughly-pregnant elf women. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, along with the muffled cries and whimpers of the elves.

Grumund felt a little uncomfortable as he watched the brutal act unfold before him... but he was also a little excited as he realized what he was looking at. "I know what this is!" he said, his voice getting a bit faster. "This is where you are breeding hounds, right?"

Drauug nodded, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Yes, Mr. Grumund... you know about that, do you?"

"Of course," Grumund confirmed. "I grew up with a pair of them." The orc knew a lot about the animals... and he was very familiar with wargs, too. The furry wolves were the oldest friends of the orc race, critical companions. Their loyalty and strength had been invaluable throughout orc history, and he used them in his logging operations... but they were fairly vicious and short-tempered, not really suitable to be kept as domestic pets. The hounds, on the other hand, are extremely well-behaved animals, as clever and kind as any orc could ask for.

"They are fantastic companions, are they not?" Drauug said with a grin.

"Absolutely," Grumund agreed as they kept walking. The pair of orcs walked past dozens of rapes in progress, their swollen bellies swaying back and forth along with their milk-dribbling breasts. When they finally reached the end of the room, they arrived at a kennel where a bunch of puppies were being tended to by a few orcs.

Several excitedly walked over, barking, and pleading for attention. Grumund knelt down and gently petted one of the puppies. Its soft fur made him feel momentarily content and comfortable as a child again. "I do love these pups," he said with a grin.

"So do must orcs," Drauug agreed, watching Grumund with interest. "This is one of our primary sources of funding... people choosing to adopt purebred hounds."

Grumund looked up, his eyes meeting Drauug's. "What other sources of funding do you have?"

Drauug smiled, his sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light. "I will show you, Mr. Grumund. Come with me."

Grumund couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation as he eagerly followed Drauug out of the room, leaving the cries of the elves and the brutal coupling of wargs and elf women echoing in his ears. He found himself growing more excited with each step, eager to see what else Pointed Ears and Big Hearts had to offer.

Grumund felt his heart race in anticipation as they entered the next room, which was labeled "Dairy." Drauug, however, pushed through them confidently, revealing a sight that made Grumund's pulse quicken even further. The room was completely filled with a large set of cages, each one containing a pregnant elf. Their large breasts hung heavily, each one sporting a set of suction cups that were partially filled with white liquid. Every one of the pointy-eared women was connected to machines that drove phalluses in and out of them, their expressions a mix of pain and arousal.

Grumund gasped, unable to contain his shock. "Do you... actually make elf-milk here?" he asked, stunned. Somehow, he hadn't even considered that.

Drauug grinned. "Of course we do," he said calmly. "Elf pregnancies can last a very long time after one of our studs knocks them up, after all... three years, remember? So, during that time, They are going to produce a lot of milk... and we can use them to farm it."

Grumund stared, eyes wide and amazed. "Why the vibrators?" he asked.

"With experimentation, we have found that arousal makes the elves produce more milk, and it also sort of... enflames their magic," Drauug explained their process. "The more aroused they are, the more magic gets infused into the milk. So, the elves are constantly stimulated... but they aren't allowed ever to climax, of course. That would make the milk go sour."

Grumund couldn't help but stare in surprise as he imagined how long those three years must have felt for them. "What do you do with the milk?"

Drauug was casually playing with the clit of one of the bound, pregnant elves as he replied, "Some of the milk goes into feeding the elves here. The surplus gets sold for funding. Elf milk isn't only popular with orcs; it's also a useful fuel source for machines when processed right. The magical energy is useful that way."

"Oh, believe me... I know..." he said, interested. "It costs a fortune to fuel some of the machines we use."

The elf whined as he played with her, squirming to attempt to press her body more firmly against the orc's fingers. He didn't allow her to. <Please, g-goddess... puh-p-please, ju-juust let m-me cum-m... just once... it's been so long. If you won't let me go, at least... please.. l-let me cummmm...>

"They really are happy here," Drauug said with a grin, pulling his hand away and wiping it off on the pregnant elf's whimpering lips. "As I understand it, they slip into a kind of bliss after a while. It's a fairly nice, docile way for them to spend three years while the baby grows... and afterward, we take a look at how their behavior has improved and decide if we should put them back in the harem to make another one."

Drauug led Grumund out of the milking room and into another room, this one filled with the sounds of moaning. "This is our adoption center," he said as he entered the room. "We run a careful analysis on every elf we get here as we train them. Most are most useful to our conservation efforts if we breed them, either with captive elves or warg or one of a half dozen other things... but some aren't fertile, and sometimes others are so pretty that they make an amazing advertisement for the incredible work we do if we can get them outside of these walls. Of those, not all of them have the docile temperament suitable for training and domestication... but some of them do. Here, we allow well-vetted orcs to find a suitable elf to keep as their very own.

As Grumund entered, he paused in shock, his eyes wide as he took in the rows of naked elves. Instead of being completely bare, they wore skimpy silk garments that seemed more like decorations than actual clothes. It was such an unusual sight that Grumund couldn't help but marvel at it. His mind wandered for a moment, imagining how ridiculous those silky things would look on an orc woman. But somehow, they kind of suited the elves, accentuating their slender frames and delicate features.

Drauug noticed Grumund's surprise and chuckled. "You're wondering why they're wearing clothes, aren't you?"

Grumund blushed, realizing he had been caught staring. "Well, yes, I am," he admitted. "It's just... it seems so unusual for elves to wear anything at all."

Drauug grinned, looking around at the elves with pride. "I know it's silly, but I think it's pretty. Besides, I've noticed that prettier elves are more likely to be adopted by someone and taken into a loving family. It's part of our mission to find homes for these beautiful creatures, after all."

Grumund considered this, impressed with the respect Drauug had for the wellbeing of the elves under his charge. The elves, however, were wearing more than silks - Their nipples were adorned with rings, and delicate chains connected similar rings through their clitorises to a shared central post. The incredibly minimalist restraint allowed the creatures just enough freedom to reach some of the orc males walking through the room.

As Grumund's gaze roamed over the scene, he saw several pairs of orc males and elf females engaged in various sexual positions around the room. Nearby, an orc male had one of the elves on her back, her legs over his shoulders. His tusks occasionally prodded at her groin as his long tongue traced the contours of her exposed slit, causing her to moan softly. Further along the row, Grumund spotted an orc male thrusting vigorously into an elf woman from behind, their bodies moving in unison as she supported herself on her knees. <Please... please, take me away from this place... Anywhere would be better!> An elf female's moans drew his attention to where, a few feet further down the row, a different orc man held an elf female's hips close as they engaged in missionary position, both of them lost in the moment, the female's eyes shut tightly.

Drauug noticed Grumund's interest and chuckled. "As you can see, we encourage our elves to explore their sexuality," he said, gesturing toward the couples. It's part of their training to become docile and obedient partners in orc civilization—domesticated animals we can live alongside."

Grumund nodded, still taking in the erotic display before him. He was surprised and bewildered… not just at the sights themselves, but at how much he enjoyed watching. The young orc's gaze roamed over the scene before settling on a particularly energetic pairing in one corner of the room. An orc woman with military tattoos and braided hair sat on the face of a prone elf, playing with her pierced breasts as she received oral pleasure. Next to them, another elf was enthusiastically licking the orc woman's muscular thighs, and the soldier was obviously enjoying every moment. "A soldier?" he asked.

"Ah! That's Faugla," Drauug explained casually, following Grumund's line of sight. "She's a frontier guard... one of our best customers." He smiled at his companion. "She comes every few months and picks whichever elf is the most enthusiastic about licking her. Keeps her a while to make sure she's enthusiastic enough while she's on leave. Then, when she gets deployed back to the frontier, she takes her pet with her and shares her with the whole barracks. Gives them something to play with while they're deployed. Then she donates them to the barracks and comes back to adopt herself a new one."

Grumund watched Faugla with curiosity, unsure how to feel about the situation. "Is that a good thing?" he asked hesitantly.

Drauug nodded. "Absolutely. The more precious and useful the most elite frontier guards see elves as being, the more likely they are to capture them instead of killing them when they raid." He chuckled, adding, "It's a win-win situation for everyone involved."

Grumund considered Drauug's words, but he was still unsure if he agreed with the orc's reasoning. His gaze drifted to another pairing across the room, where an orc man was violently fucking an elf bent over a large, comfortable-looking pillow. <Please! Slower! Just go slow! It hurts!> The elf's squeals filled the air, and Grumund couldn't help but admire the way her slender back arched as she took the orc's thick member... she clearly loved it.

Grumund decided to step further, continuing to watch the scene unfold before him as he tried to process everything he was seeing. His eyes kept coming back to one especially beautiful elf with red hair, just a few feet away... but he didn't want to stare, so he kept his gaze moving. As he watched, a question popped into his mind. "Drauug," Grumund called out, tearing his gaze away from the beautiful redhead. "Why... why are all the elves pierced like they are?"

Drauug laughed a little, running his hands through his thinning hair in a bit of embarrassment. "Well, the nipple piercings are simple and obvious enough. It marks them as infertile, and the piercings would stop the pumps from fitting onto them. Avoids any mistake when we're processing so many." He shrugged. "Although sometimes they do get pregnant anyway, and the elf seed just didn't take... but we figure those ones were just destined to bear orc children, you know?"

"Makes sense," Grumund agreed, stealing another glance at the pierced elves across the room. "And the others?"

Drauug grinned wolfishly, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Ah, those are quite clever, if I do say so myself. We used to have a problem with the elves resisting being taken away from the sanctuary when another orc claimed them... they didn't understand that they had been taken away. They would fight and struggle to stay in the safety of their familiar surroundings. We tried a few things to make the transition easier, but then we started using clit rings..."

He trailed off, gesturing toward the elf getting fucked in front of them, and he snapped his fingers. "They get it just like that. Elves might just be animals, but even an animal understands when her sex is leashed to another being that she belongs to them. Once we started using the rings, the problem of elves resisting capture practically disappeared."

Across the room, Grumund noticed a couch in the corner where one orc male was taking turns fucking three desperate-looking elves. They were fucking back against him eagerly as if they were trying to impress him with their skills and desperation. The orc seemed to be enjoying himself, switching between them whenever he felt like it.

Grumund observed the helplessness in the elves' eyes and couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for them. Their expressions reminded him of his struggle to adapt to his new role. "Drauug," Grumund said, steering the conversation toward the orc and the three elves. "What's happening over there?"

Drauug grinned and replied, "Ah, those three? They're quite desperate to be the one picked. There are so many pretty elves here that sometimes our customers have difficulty making up their minds and picking between them. That gent picked three that he liked and is trying them all out to decide which one is the best fit for him."

The elves moaned and squealed as he pounded them. "They seem very... eager," Grumund said, watching with impressed eyes. "What happens to the ones who aren't selected? Are they... they aren't punished, I hope?"

<Please, master! I will do anything you desire! I promise to make you feel like a god in bed!>

<No, take me! I will suck your cock until you beg me to stop! You won't be able to resist my mouth!>

<My cunt is tighter than theirs! You can use it whenever you like!>

<Please! I'll drink your piss for you; I'll eat your ass... I'll do anything, just pick me!>

Drauug laughed. "No, certainly not. No punishments... we don't do punishments here. Only education." He sighed. "But we also are a non-profit with a limited budget. Most of the girls here for adoptions wouldn't be here if they were useful as breeders, so some with skills might be taken to the farms to grow food or used to heal injured animals. Most of them, however, will go to the wargs."

"The wargs?" Grumund asked, stunned. "As... as food?"

"Gods no!" Drauug said with a laugh. "As much as the Run does for them, it's not everything, and the Wargs are aggressive and virile enough they often need stress relief," Drauug explained. "So, we give any elf here a year to get herself adopted. If she doesn't, then they move her in with the wargs to be useful and give her spot to someone else with a better chance to be adopted."

Grumund digested this information, realizing that the elves' desperation stemmed from the harsh reality of their situation. They had no doubt seen females in their position buried beneath the furry wargs... and would do anything to avoid that fate. Unlike the breeders, they wouldn't even get any relief from that fate after they were pregnant with puppies. After being thrust into control of his company, suddenly, he could relate to the feeling that their fate was largely out of their power... and they were clinging to the one thing they could use to help themselves.

As Grumund and Drauug continued their conversation, the red-haired elf that had caught Grumund's attention earlier crawled over to them. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she began nuzzling at the bulge in Grumund's pants. He felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him as he realized he was more than a little aroused. While he had never considered himself an elf-fucker, he couldn't deny that these elves were incredibly attractive, and the leashes attached to their clits sparked some intriguing ideas in his mind.

Drauug noticed the elf's desperation and let out a hearty laugh. "Ah... Reisha," he said with a smile. "That's what we call her... although naturally, the orc who adopts her could rename her whatever he wants. If anyone does, anyway... her year is up next week. She's going to be heading to the wargs soon."

<Please, sir, not the wargs... anything but that.> The elf whimpered softly, her voice almost like a dog begging for treats. It was quite adorable to Grumund.

"It seems like she's quite taken with you," Drauug said with a smile.

<Please... please master. Fuck me. Fuck me and keep me. Hurt me if you have to... just don't send me to the wargs...> The elf whimpered softly, her eyes pleading with Grumund.

Drauug chuckled again and leaned in close to Grumund, lowering his voice. "Yeah, I think she likes you, my friend. It's not often that they take such a keen interest in someone."

Grumund wasn't sure how to react. On one hand, he felt sympathy for the elf and her dire situation. On the other hand, he couldn't deny the surge of excitement that coursed through him at the thought of the pretty thing. He kept thinking of Honey in the original car ride... the subservient way she served her master, out and about. Could that be him?

"So... that's a pretty good look at our facility," Drauug said, sticking his hands in his pockets. "Any contributions you made would go to making more of this possible. We really put your money to work... the more money we get, the more elves we can support, and the more elves we can support, the more we can upscale the breeding and milk operations, enabling us to control more elves... really, we manage to multiply the money we're given by at least two times in terms of what it lets us support."

Grumund nodded, even as the red-haired elf... Reisha... continued to be very distracting at his feet, nuzzling his cock through his pants. "Y-yes," he said, nodding. "I'll definitely be contributing. Uh... is this ok?" His hand gestured down to the elf.

<Please master... I'll do anything. Please... take me away from this place...>

Drauug noticed Grumund's discomfort and smiled. "Don't worry about her," he said, gesturing toward Reisha. "She's just being herself. Elves are very affectionate creatures, especially toward those they perceive as their masters. So... have you put any thought into what your company's commitment would be?"

"I have been thinking about i-it," Grumund admitted. "And I have a proposal for you."

Drauug raised an eyebrow, curious. "And what might that be?"

"I think you know a little about the situation my company finds itself in. I have a whole elf village to unload... nearly a thousand elf women. I want them taken care of correctly. If you agree to take them all in, I'll fund this place for a year."

Drauug's face lit up momentarily... a full year of support clearly excited him. A moment later, however, the numbers seemed to start adding up in his mind, and his face fell. "You have... what, a thousand women? Something like that?" When Grumund nodded, he shook his head. "That's too many elves... we can't possibly afford to take care of them all. Elves live a very long time, you know.... and we can ramp up production, but not that fast. Too many of them would have to be put down."

Grumund's heart sank at the thought of so many innocent elves being killed. "Well, that's unacceptable," he said firmly. He paused, trying to do a bit more math in his head while an elf kept brushing her mouth against his hardness through his pants. "How about... how about this. I think it would be good for PR if we switch our entire fleet to be sustainably elf-powered... I'll pay your operating costs for three years in full while you get ramped up. During that time, we get the elf milk that you don't use for feed, and we get the right of refusal on your stock after three years."

Drauug's eyes widened in surprise, and he broke into a grin. "Well, Mr. Grumund... you truly are a generous benefactor. That would work! We are grateful for your support!"

Grumund felt a sense of pride swell within him as he considered the positive impact his financial support would have on the lives of these elves. However, his pride in finding a solution to his company's problem was having a hard time competing with the distraction of his arousal. Grumund glanced down at Reisha, who remained determinedly fixated on his crotch. <Please,> she whimpered softly. <Please pick me. Please rape me. Please take me away... please!>

Drauug noticed the growing distraction in Grumund's demeanor and smiled. "You know, Partner," he began, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "it seems like Reisha here is causing quite a stir for you. Why don't you give her a try? See how you like her services..." Grumund blushed, taken aback by Drauug's bold proposition. However, the orc continued, emphasizing the potential benefits of such an arrangement. "Not only would it be a delightful experience for you," Drauug explained, "but it could also be beneficial for your company's image. Think about it: the CEO of Falorash Lumber Company being seen personally taking care of an elf. It would show your dedication to our cause and demonstrate your commitment to the well-being of these elves."

<Goddess... please... the wargs will kill me...>

Grumund considered Drauug's words carefully. He knew that the orc had a point – working with the charity was already going to generate some positive publicity for his company, but taking an elf under his wing? That could massively bolster their image as a socially and environmentally responsible organization. The photo op alone...

"I'm not sure," he said hesitantly as Reisha's gentle nuzzling continued to stir Grumund's arousal. Are elves good with kids? I expect to have children someday, and I understand that elves live a long time. This is a major commitment."

Drauug laughed heartily. "Children absolutely adore elves, my friend! You can train them to be good and docile, and they will play with them for hours on end. Then, afterward, it won't be a burden at all to pass them on... your kids will thank you for passing her down. Trust me, taking care of an elf like Reisha here would be a wise investment – not just for your image, but for the happiness of your future family."

Grumund thought about it for a moment and then nodded. "Alright," he said firmly. "Let's give her a try..."

Grumund slowly unzipped his pants, revealing a throbbing cock that seemed to pulse with need. Reisha's eyes widened, and she immediately started sucking him off with an intensity he had never experienced before. She took all of him in her mouth, her throat convulsing around his shaft as she eagerly swallowed every inch of him. The feeling was unlike anything Grumund had ever experienced - it felt so good, so... right.

It made thinking about the stories he had heard of his ancestors claiming elf trophies as a symbol of their virility unavoidable. To him, it felt like an ancient, primal part of his orc nature was being awakened by this experience. With each bob of Reisha's head, Grumund felt himself getting closer to release.

Inspired by these thoughts of conquest, Grumund grabbed Reisha by her pointed ears in both fists, forcing her face harder against his cock. He started fucking her face with increasing ferocity, slamming her head against his groin over and over again. Reisha gagged and tried to pull away, but Grumund wouldn't let her escape.

Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, Grumund came hard, flooding Reisha's throat with his hot cum. He forced her to swallow every last drop, her eyes watering as she choked on his thick load.

As the rush subsided, Grumund released Reisha from his grip, allowing her to collapse to the floor, gasping for air and mewling. <You -cough- you didn't need t-to do that...> Grumund listened to that pretty whining sounds coming out of her lips as he zipped up his pants, feeling a mixture of satisfaction and... and pride. He felt like he had rediscovered a part of himself he had buried… and it felt good to take care of an animal’s desperation.

Drauug watched the entire scene with amusement, clapping his hands together as Grumund stepped back from Reisha. "Excellent choice, my friend!" he exclaimed. "Look at her. She loved it! I can see you're going to enjoy having Reisha here under your care."

Grumund nodded, unsure of how to respond. "Are you... sure?"

"Absolutely!" Drauug said. "Give her hair a quick tug to get her attention and see what she does.

Curious, Grumund did as he was told. <I'm going, I'm -cough, cough- I'm going! Please, master... give me a second...> The pretty, red-haired elf coughed and whimpered as she pushed herself back up to her knees, her pierced breasts wobbling... and then she pressed her face against his cock again, licking along the length as it tingled, cleaning it.

"See?" Drauug said. He leaned down and grabbed the leash attached to her clit, pressing it into Grumund's hand. "They just need a big, powerful orc to teach them their place in life."

The elf made more sad, pathetic noises at him, and Grumund decided right then that he was going to keep her. Reisha's submission had awakened something primal within him, and he couldn't deny the desire to claim her as his own. He stroked her hair, feeling a sense of ownership and control over her. He knew he needed to focus on his work with his company, and that had to be his primary focus, but he couldn't deny the powerful feelings that had been stirred up within him. As he looked down at Reisha, cowering on the floor, he realized that he was going to enjoy exploring these new feelings.

Drauug smiled approvingly. "Good choice, my friend. She'll be a fine start to your collection."

Grumund nodded, his decision made. "I'll take good care of her," he said, his voice firm and resolute.

The two orcs talked for a little bit more, discussing the logistics of transporting the captured elf village back to Grumund's lands. They made arrangements for the delivery, and Drauug assured Grumund that he would handle everything on his end. "Don't forget to make any of the ones your workers have been fucking!" Druug said adamantly. "We'll need to check them out. If they're pregnant, we need to get those children to them."

Grumund held his new pet by the leash, and he shook Drauug's hand. "I will," he said as the two of them began walking back for the entrance, with Grumund pulling his new pet along by the leash on her clit.

<Please slow down... please! Please, just slow down!> the elf whined as she stumbled after him, and Grumund noted that Drauug had been completely right... they were very obedient and docile with a leash attached to their clits. He would have to remember that for any others he captured. He walked back to the car, and while Reisha whimpered and mewed, she obeyed her new master, following him obediently.

When the pair of orcs returned to the limousine, he found Faulon fucking Honey vigorously over the hood of the car, her moans filling the air. Drauug cleared his throat. "Excuse me!" he said in a stern voice. "Have you forgotten you are working?"

Faulon quickly pulled out of Honey, leaving her gasping and dripping on the hood of the car. "Apologies," Faulon said, wiping his sweaty brow. "I got a bit carried away."

Grumund chuckled and shrugged. "No harm done," he said, gesturing towards Reisha. "I must admit that I can understand the distraction."

Drauug nodded approvingly as Faulon pulled the door open. "Enjoy your new pet," he said, giving Grumund a friendly pat on the back as the orc stepped inside. "Remember! Take care of her, and she'll take care of you!"

Grumund sat down with Reisha following obediently on her knees. As Faulon put his elf in the car and got behind the wheel, the car began to pull away. Grumund couldn't help but feel excited about his new acquisition. Reisha was already proving to be an interesting treat.

<I want to go home... I miss my mom...>

The roads outside whizzed by as the limousine sped back towards the train station. Reisha lay curled up at Grumund's feet, occasionally making soft, pitiful noises. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Grumund reached down and lifted her onto his lap. He unbuttoned his pants and freed his cock, which was already hard and throbbing with desire.

<Please... go slowly...> Reisha musical voice sounded with delight as she felt Grumund's hands on her, but she didn't struggle or try to escape. Then, without warning, Grumund began to sink his cock into Reisha's ass. <No! Please! It's too big!> It was right then that Grumund knew for certain that he had made the right decision in keeping her… she sounded so delighted to be taken care of, so happy and cheerful, and the way her tight hole squeezed eagerly around him confirmed it for the orc. It felt amazing… not just on his cock, but the satisfaction of doing a good deed and take care of such needy, helpless creatures.

<Please! Let me lick you! Let me get it wet first! Please, you're too big! PLEASE!> Reisha's cries of pleasure and satisfaction filled the car as Grumund pounded into her, his thrusts becoming faster and harder as he got closer. He felt a sense of satisfaction and pride as he fucked her, knowing that he was providing her with a new life and purpose. As he came inside Reisha's rear, he couldn't help but think about the opportunities that lay ahead for both of them.

With a contented sigh, Grumund pulled out of Reisha and buttoned up his pants. Reisha collapsed onto the car floor, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Grumund stroked her hair gently, feeling a sense of ownership and responsibility towards her. "You did well," he said softly. "I'm going to take care of you, Reisha. And in return, you'll take care of me."

<Please... Please...>

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