The Fall of Asuyan

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Now, my sisters and I are exhausted. The goblins have seized our shrine and staff. Although my superb archery skills have impressed Lord Tyrion, it's all in vain against the overwhelming numbers of the green-skinned monsters. Besides me, many other female warriors have also been captured by the orcs. I can look around and see at least thirty-two other elven women, most of them my comrades, and a few priestesses from the temple. They have all been stripped of their weapons, forced to kneel on the ground, and surrounded by a horde of cheering goblins. Captain Alanina—my subordinate and friend—now kneels beside me, her face still resolute. She whispers, "Princess Elidi," "If I distract them, can you escape?" My hands are bound behind my back. I try to twist them a few times, feeling the rough ropes rubbing against my skin. I fall silent, then shake my head. "No," I sigh painfully. “No, I can’t,” she sighed, falling silent, her disheveled blonde hair reflecting off the polished marble floor. We were inside Lilith’s temple with the other girls. Half the goblins watched us, clapping and cheering wildly with their fingers, knives, and whips. The other half plundered the temple, fighting amongst themselves, wantonly desecrating the precious gems and metals inlaid in the walls, cutting stone with knives and hammers. “You idiot!” one of the goblins, slightly larger than the others, chattered in their own vulgar language. “The boss has some interesting plans for these women!” Dozens of goblins hurriedly left the temple. I looked around again, wondering if this was my chance. But no, there were still too many goblins wandering around, plundering and destroying, howling excitedly. Worse, the goblins soon poured back in, pulling a crudely made cart. On the cart were six wooden barrels filled with a strange liquid. "Long live the leader!" cheered some of the waiting goblins. "Bring the pointy-eared women here and let them drink!" said the goblin leader, "Give their leader first!" He pointed at me. The greenskins charged at me, shoving the girls around me to the ground. I struggled desperately, trying to tear at their filthy green muscles with my teeth, but it was all in vain. I was dragged onto a cart, which was surprisingly sturdy, and the goblin's small hands caressed my body. "You think fighting is all you do?" the goblin pushing the cart grinned, shouting and dancing, "But orcs are the best! We'll teach you how to be a woman!" I glared at him with disgust. The goblins pushed me to the foot of the goddess's statue, and a sudden pain gripped me: we had been defeated by these lowly creatures, allowed to desecrate our faith, and it was utterly shameful, far surpassing even my own miserable situation. "Grab her!" shouted the goblin leader, waving at me. “They are perfect spoils of war, don’t let them get away,” he grinned, revealing yellowed teeth. “Now, strip them all naked!” Instantly, filthy green hands began tearing at my clothes. I struggled and twisted, trying to avoid them, but it was futile. They quickly ripped through the leather shirt I wore under my armor, then tore through the precious Cinnabar silk, ripping my undergarments into tattered pieces. “Get away from me, beasts!” I roared at them, trying to appear as rude as an orc. I slammed my head into the nose of the goblin behind me. He began to scream, but more greenskins surrounded me. I threatened, “I am an elven princess, and you will all pay for this. Think about what General Tyrion will do when he returns.” “No one will pay,” one of the goblins tearing at my trousers chuckled. “No one can defeat Emperor Grom!” Now, I was almost naked. Only a few tattered strips of cloth remained, offering no protection whatsoever, only adding to the humiliation. My full breasts and long legs were exposed to the monsters, the last few pieces of my trousers still fastened to my belt, barely covering the bush between my legs. All the other captured sisters had suffered the same fate, proud elven warriors naked before a horde of filthy green-skinned monsters. I didn't cry, I wasn't even particularly afraid. I was just angry, and if my hands weren't bound behind my back, I would have riddled every green thing there with bullets. But now, I was powerless, only able to painfully endure the cold touch of their blunt blades as they tore through my clothes. Once I was completely naked, the goblins surrounded me, screaming and arguing, their hands on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees. As I was forced to kneel, I glared at them with disgust. I still refused to submit. "Give her the potion!" the goblins shouted, their words overlapping, so noisy I could barely hear what they were saying. It sounded like "Great Joy! Great Joy!" "Damn beasts, what do you want?" I knew I wouldn't get an answer, but I took the opportunity to vent my anger. As my gaze passed over the monsters, I saw more goblins crowding around the wagon. As always, they were undisciplined and noisy, pushing the elves' exquisite crystal goblets next to the barrels on the wagon. I could see the green liquid being poured from the barrels. Then several goblins turned and left, carrying containers filled with the liquid. One of them walked towards me, while the others went to the other captured female elves. A strange fragrance emanated from the liquid, and I instinctively wanted to back away, but the goblins held me down, unable to move. "Mandrake's juice, perfect for pointy-eared whores!" the orc shouted, waving the cup from side to side, making the foamy green liquid swirl on top. I felt nauseous. I had heard many terrible tales about goblin or orc food in the past. I couldn't imagine drinking anything they made. But I had no choice. The orcs approached me, while the goblins grabbed my head and forced their mouths open. I struggled desperately, trying to bite off their fingers. But there were too many of them, and I was powerless as the goblins poured the potion into my mouth. I tried to spit it back, but I couldn't muster any strength. As the potion went down my throat, I felt a nauseous rush of liquid, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. I trembled and looked at my companions. They, too, had been forced to drink the potion. "Fuck those pointy-eared sluts! Fuck them hard!" the orcs began to shout. "Fuck them hard, fuck them hard, fuck them hard!" I trembled, still feeling a strange heat fermenting within me. It wasn't anger, but a shameful emptiness. My nipples hardened, and my legs began to wet. I realized with a painful realization that the evil greenskins had given me an aphrodisiac. I never imagined these savage monsters would do such a thing. Soon, I felt desire creeping deep within me, spreading from my vulva and nipples to every limb. I bit my lip, trying to stifle any sound, clinging to the last shred of dignity; I didn't want the barbarians to mock me. Most of my other captured sisters wore similar expressions. I was certain they too were caught up in this shameful, artificial lust. "Oh," I finally groaned, overwhelmed by the growing desire. I writhed, a fire burning between my legs, something deep within my soul demanding to be filled. "Oh, all the gods," I pleaded."(Hahahahaha)," one of the orcs said, pointing at me. "Pointy-eared bitch, you're in heat!" I swallowed hard, knowing he was right. As my body writhed, my breathing quickened, and I could feel the heat on my cheeks; desire had begun to overwhelm my reason. My nipples had grown to the size of grapes, displaying an alluring purplish-red, and my breasts had more than doubled in size. My vulva was overflowing with honey-like fluid, the labia between my legs turned outwards, trembling involuntarily, and thick, sticky fluid slid down my thighs. Around me, the greenskins began to tug at their filthy loincloths or pull at their trousers, revealing their cocks. Cocks the size of forearms, thick and green, were facing me. I groaned, looking at them, feeling the spread of desire within me. As I tried to convince myself not to want what I was seeing, my thighs rubbed back and forth. In the corner of my eye, another blow struck me: some of my companions began to yield, using their bound hands and feet to move their faces, pressing their faces against the orcs' crotches. Captain Alanina was among them, and I could hear the desperate, wanton pleas of this proud elven knight as she appeared, begging to be manipulated by her conquerors. My vulva grew even wetter as I watched these women, some of my sisters with whom I spent my days, begin to mate with the beasts. Alanina was seized by three orcs. They seemed to be enjoying it; the knight lay flat on the ground, a muffled groan of pain and pleasure escaping her as a green rooster thrust into her. I turned my head away, unwilling to witness this lewd scene. I looked back as I felt a dull blade scrape against me again. Then I felt the ropes around my wrists and ankles loosen. They had untied me. After all, I was now completely powerless to resist, and what they were going to do to me was more than just binding, more shameful. "Come on, buddy," one of the orcs said, cheering at my full breasts without even looking up at my face. "What are you waiting for? Elves are born to be fucked!" He wrapped his hand around his erect rooster and flicked it lightly. "So go ahead!" A stench assaulted my nostrils. I stared at the massive rooster before me, and all the other roosters around me. They were so strong, so alluring, so close… I wanted to reach out and touch it, to fantasize about being invaded by it, filled by it, dominated by it. My last shred of sanity groaned softly, trying to stop myself from this shameful act. I failed. My hand reached out dazedly, entwining itself around the orc's rooster in front of me. A savage jeer erupted around me as my fingers grasped the green rooster. It felt good. My legs trembled as I eagerly stroked the rooster, feeling the heat and hardness beneath my fingers. It looked so powerful, so masculine, even so sexy. I wanted… I wanted it, and all the other big guys around me. I wanted to lick this masculine power like my sisters. I completely forgot everything; I wanted sex, I wanted to be fucked, I wanted the rooster to fill my body, nothing else mattered. "Please," I groaned, my eyes still fixed on the guy who was starting to throb, "please, please fuck me." I trembled, oh, listen to what I'm saying, so shameful, but I still couldn't stop. "I need you to fuck me." A dozen or so green-skinned men around me laughed shrilly. They started arguing with each other, it even seemed like a fight broke out... I don't know, I just felt them squeezing my breasts and buttocks, pinching my nipples, and rubbing them against my thighs. A goblin grabbed my other hand and wrapped it around his cock. I started sliding my hand up and down, caressing his cock. The shame was unbearable, especially when I realized I wasn't tied up, and the last shred of reason urged me to try to escape. But I couldn't, my wanton excitement filled my whole body, my penis, my vagina, my anus were all screaming for more. When the green hands roughly squeezed my breasts. I wanted to release my pent-up frustration by screaming, but what came out were moans of pleasure more than pain. "Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!" the green-skinned men shouted. My open lips were forced against his crotch, and then he suddenly thrust forward, entering my mouth. I could feel his penis pressed against my tongue. I panted heavily, feeling the heat of his penis in my mouth. Although I was no longer a virgin, I had never experienced oral sex before, and this lewd feeling made me even more lustful. I eagerly began to suck it, pushing my head up and down along his penis, wanting to like its taste. The beastmen continued, groping my body, twisting my nipples, slapping my buttocks, pulling my pubic hair. But I no longer felt pain, only a decadent comfort. Lust and masochism churned within me, never ceasing. "Ah... um..." I abandoned all restraint and pride, twisting my body with all my might, moaning wantonly, like a woman called "prostitute" in a human city, feeling the desires and needs deep within my heart, and wholeheartedly surrendering to these desires. Many of my sisters have done the same. Though I cannot see them, I can hear their clear, wanton moans; the elven girls' lustful cries echo in the temple, hymns once offered to the gods now praising the phalluses of the green-skinned conquerors. I am completely immersed in oral sex on that beast. Saliva drips from my lips, down my neck, and onto my growing breasts, but I do not care. The lust is too intense. I patiently stir my tongue, lick, suck, and nibble… providing pleasure for my rapist. My chest is wet, indistinguishable between saliva and vaginal fluid. Then I feel something pressed against my anus. When I feel the warm, green-skinned rooster rubbing back and forth against my anus, my eyes widen, a flicker of fear crossing my heart, but quickly swallowed by lust. "Please, fuck me." This perverse desire is so intense; I crave satisfaction, even from my rear. I wanted to be fucked, by anyone, even a filthy green-skinned beast. I felt the orc's attack was covered in slime, and I trembled, guessing he had dipped his cock in the aphrodisiac I had just drunk. If he entered my body, would it make me even more lewd and depraved, even more hopelessly addicted to lust? I thought desperately. I would have to find the answer. With a scream, the orc thrust forward, slowly inserting his cock into my anus. I felt a warm, full sensation in my lower abdomen and let out a muffled moan. The orc's powerful strength transmitted through his cock to my body, and he pressed his claws against my buttocks, beginning to thrust repeatedly. My eyes glazed over. I felt the aphrodisiac's effects intensify again. The lewd desire did not diminish, but instead grew stronger. As I felt the desire double within me, I twisted my waist like a snake, my last shred of reason swaying like a willow in the wind, my breasts becoming even more swollen and red, even spilling a few drops of milk. I groaned with difficulty, a rooster in my mouth. The green-skinned beasts around me mocked my lewdness and submission, but I cared nothing for them. Feeling the profane impact from both ends of my slender body, I let out sighs of satisfied pleasure. But it wasn't enough. My vagina was still overflowing with honeyed fluid, emitting waves of thirsty itching. The orcs' roosters waved on either side of my body; I wanted them. My hands wrapped around the two closest penises, thrusting up and down, trying my best to please the conquerors. Then, I saw a goblin crawl in front of me, her small body swaying on the marble floor. His face was buried between my swollen breasts, and I felt his rooster rubbing against the inside of my thighs. I was intoxicated, unsure whether to press my body closer to him. But it wasn't a choice I could make. Soon, the goblin's rooster was pressed between my legs, pushing up my thighs and shapely abdomen, which were covered in his own fluids. I groaned, feeling the green rooster pierce my body, bringing a wave of overwhelming lust. Then, the orc began to thrust repeatedly into me like a tireless machine, giving me wave after wave of sensual impact. I was completely lost. In a daze, the hideous green monster before me seemed to transform into my long-lost husband, and so I groaned loudly, contentedly cooperating with my rapist's movements. "Ugh...ah..." After a particularly fierce and brutal thrust from Dick, my breathing quickened, and a lewd roar escaped from deep within my throat. My legs tensed, my eyes widened, my naked body arched violently, and my full breasts swayed up and down. I felt my vagina contract rhythmically and intensely, so much so that the muscles in my body spasmed uncontrollably...a hot stream gushed out from my lower body...I knew that I had finally reached uncontrollable climax in the brutal rape. I knew this was an utter disgrace. It was a complete trampling of the dignity and personality of an elfin woman, but I could no longer care about that. Because of the aphrodisiac.The lust was so intense that the satisfaction of orgasm was fleeting. The desire was so strong that it compelled me to seek more, more intense orgasms. Compared to this frenzied feeling, all my past sexual experiences with elven men seemed insignificant, trivial. I was completely consumed by lust, almost grateful for the dozens of green-skinned creatures surrounding me and their hard, thick penises. Just as I was still basking in the afterglow of my orgasm, I felt the green penis in my mouth twitching. I knew what was about to happen. But I couldn't, and didn't want to, escape. I simply obediently teased the penis in my mouth with my tongue. "Hahahaha!" the orc screamed. His laughter was cruel and savage. "Catch it, bitch! You're a born slave!" he said, ejaculating a large amount of semen into my mouth. I coughed and gaggled. Goblin semen spilled between my lips, sliding down my chin to the floor. More and more semen continued to pour into my throat. I had no choice but to swallow it. I coughed, feeling the thick semen flow down my neck into my stomach, mixing with the aphrodisiac I had to drink earlier. Worst of all, I actually found the orc semen...delicious. The taste spread across my tongue. "More, more...I want to spend my whole life under orcs," I thought dazedly. The goblin jeers around me grew even more vulgar as I struggled to swallow the semen of my fellow orcs. Their mocking laughter drowned out my words while I was still being pounded by two penises inside my vagina and anus. After ejaculating, the orc who had raped my mouth left, satisfied. My moans suddenly became clearer, and I realized how wanton and lewd my voice was, devoid of anger or shame, filled only with pure desire and satisfaction. But the emptiness in my mouth lasted only a few seconds. After the first orc left, another took his place, and I continued to bend over, forced to look up and serve my new conqueror. As he thrust forward, he hastily pressed his rooster against my face, letting it slide into my body. Just like that, I was captivated by the green rooster again. And still unsatisfied. I could hear the moans and pleas of the other elven girls, who were clearly also receiving the orc's bounty and craving it all as much as I was. I felt another gush of warm liquid spray onto my face. I turned my gaze and saw it was one of the green penises I had been stroking, its rooster throbbing in my grasp as it ejaculated along my side. So warm, so good… and I wanted more. "Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!" the goblin inside me cried out again, his voice still buried between my breasts, still rough and deep. Now, all three holes in my body were filled with the pungent stench of his semen. But it wasn't enough; my desire was still unfulfilled. I trembled, howling like a female beast in heat, and no one would associate me now with the elegant female warrior I usually was. My body was tightly enveloping the cocks inserted into every orifice of my body. I desperately responded, afraid the lewd thrusting would stop. When the goblin in front of me pulled his cock out of my vagina, another gush of clear vaginal fluid spurted from between my legs. At the same time, the orc enjoying my ass also began to ejaculate. I panted heavily, my eyes wide open, savoring the pain and pleasure of the semen penetrating my rectum. I felt a large amount of semen filling my ass, a feeling even more stimulating than an orgasm. Every time one orc withdrew, he was replaced by another. Fresh, hard, thick cocks pierced my vagina, anus, and mouth one after another, my mind churning in a clenched sea of lust. Semen, aphrodisiacs, orgasm, cocks. These words seemed to have become everything to me. The cock in my mouth was about to start again. As the orc ejaculated, he deliberately thrust his cock deep into my throat, pumping it up and down, giving me a feeling of suffocation. I struggled instinctively, but the pleasure within me didn't diminish in the slightest. Compared to this astonishing joy, even death seemed insignificant. Ahhhhhhh, rooster, rooster, rooster, who am I? Where am I? Who am I having sex with? None of that matters. All I need is more satisfaction, more stimulation, more roosters. There's a rooster on my mouth, my genitals, my ass, but I want more. I'm a whore, I'm a slut, I mean, the most shameless witch, I need all of these! Ahhhhhh! I don't know when they ended, only that until I was exhausted and passed out, there were still at least half a dozen green-skinned monsters around us. There were so many of them; I was quite certain they could rape every female elf in the entire Asuyan. That night, the weather was especially cold, and the green-skinned monsters cut down our sacred forest for fuel. The firelight illuminated the freshwater valley, enough for me to see my predicament. In a side hall of the temple, dozens of meters away, several female elves captured by our younger generation were still being ravaged, but at least it seemed the greenskins had finally spared me for the time being. Despite being ravaged by so many monsters, I desperately discovered that my lust had not subsided. My breasts were still swollen, my nipples round, occasionally squeezing out milk; my legs were still unbearably itchy, my vaginal fluid mixed with orc semen splattered all over my inner thighs. I didn't know how long the aphrodisiac's effects would last, or if I would have to live with this desire for the rest of my life, but at least for now, I could endure it with my willpower. I was so weak that I could barely stand. Instead, I crawled across the temple floor on all fours, struggling to avoid the filth that covered the ground—a mixture of orc semen, my sisters' vaginal fluid and milk, and other unknown liquids. As I crawled past the statue of the goddess Lilith, I winced in pain, realizing that my shame and debauchery had been seen by the gods. "Princess Elidi?" Suddenly, a familiar yet weary voice called out to me. I turned to my left and froze. Captain Alanina, the blonde woman, stood before me once more. I barely recognized her. Her smooth golden hair was smeared with sweat and semen, the strands clinging tightly to the filth, making her look both lewd and wretched. Her voice was hoarse, perhaps from performing oral sex on him as many orcs as I had. She was completely naked, her entire body covered in semen, especially her face. I could barely make out her features. She looked at me with a start, clearly not much more dignified than she had appeared. I knew I needed to cleanse myself, but the only water nearby was the sacred magical spring in the temple. No matter what I had been through, I wouldn't allow myself to defile it, and I knew Alanina felt the same way. "Sister!" I cried out in a desolate voice, hoarse. I crawled toward him on my knees, trying to make myself look less disheveled. "Save me, Your Highness," she cried, opening her arms to embrace me and pressing her head against my chest, sobbing uncontrollably. I responded with the same gesture. For a full ten minutes, the two naked, defiled elven girls huddled together pitifully, comforting each other and licking their wounded hearts. Finally, Alanina recovered first. "Can you walk, Your Highness? How can I help you leave?" What a good sister she was, even now, she still cared for me. Thinking of this, a warm feeling welled up in my grandmother's heart. "Yes," I said hesitantly, though my body was pushed to its limit by the gang rape, especially my legs, which could barely close. I couldn't bear to disappoint her. We helped each other towards a nearby small door. We made our way slowly, carefully making no sound, through the main chamber of the temple. I tried not to look at the other elves still there, lest I be overwhelmed by the tragic fate of my sisters—their legs were all limp and spread apart, thick streams of white fluid flowing from beneath them. A dense layer of semen obscured their bodies, making them almost unrecognizable. Some of them were already lifeless, while the others continued to groan unconsciously, indistinguishable between pain and pleasure. The few orcs still remaining in the temple were oblivious to us, busy looting the few remaining spoils. We had no food, no water, no clothes. But we were still alive. We slipped into the deep night, bypassing the burning city and traversing over a mile of hillsides. The area was teeming with orcs, but we were confident we could outrun them. I looked at Captain Alanina. She looked back at me, wiping some semen from her face. We continued on our way. Asuyan would not perish; beasts may defile our bodies, but they could never conquer our souls. We must proceed to the inner city fortress to report to Her Majesty Queen Elariri, the Eternal Queen. Her invincible life magic once struck fear into the hearts of Chaos Demons, and she will surely be able to easily defeat these green beasts. [The End]

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