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Taste of Freedom Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Zyxxs

A cool breeze drifted along the plains of Eratheel, the blue grasses swaying beneath the rich moonlight. Ancient trees raised up in an old grove, strings of enchanted lights spread about the neutral territory. The lights glimmered behind parchment spheres, casting out soft violet light. Massive tables had been covered with every form of delicacy that the elves could think of for the peace summit; roasted duck and goose, dragon ribs, soups and fruits and roasted vegetables, cured eggs and spiced puddings, squash and fillets of fish. The bounty was endless, just as they hoped the peace would be.

The assembled elves waited anxiously for the arrival of the other group to the peace summit. They were dressed in flowing silk robes, their leather armor left behind. They all had flowing hair of black and brown and blond and red, their skin fair in every shade. Their ears were graceful, rising to points while their eyes gazed into the distance... and what they saw was the advancing orc delegation... the orcs that had laid waste to Eratheel. Leading the Orc group was their leader, Zakrin. He was a tall man, seven and a half feet tall with jade green skin. Massive ivory tusks lifted up on either side of his mouth, his lower jaw pushed forward to accommodate the teeth. As well as being tall, he was one of the strongest of the strong. His biceps and triceps were huge, his pecs full of muscle and he had an abdomen beyond compare. His black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail and his amber eyes gazed forward to see the trembling elves.

There was one other sight that the elves could see from a distance, the glowing red embers of the cigars most of the orcs puffed on. Zakrin himself was no exception, taking a draw from the long brown cigar resting between his tusks. He exhaled, the smoke curling around the bushy black beard he had. He passed his cigar to the orc to the right of him, his son Kraw. The teenaged orc eagerly accepted the cigar, taking a long draw before exhaling, the smoke drifting down to the modest black goatee that covered his chin. Zakrin was quite proud of himself. They had slaughtered the humans and laid waist to three elvish cities. The peace summit was merely an acknowledgement of his victory and he wanted his son to be there, celebrating like a true orc master of the realm.

At the edge of the grove Zakrin came to a stop, his men slowing behind him. He glanced to them before looking ahead as a red headed elvish man emerged. He looked to be much younger than Zakrin, twenty if he had been human, but he was many hundreds of years old. With a weary but polite expression, the elf bowed low before rising up. The orcs broke into laughter, chortling amongst themselves.

"I'll show you what you can do bent that low... Kraw muttered under his breath. Zakrin chuckled at that in delight, pleased that his son had taken on the humor of a warrior.

"Elliandan, it's been some time..." Zakrin smirked.

"So it has, king Zakrin. We are most pleased that you were able to join us here at the peace summit." Elli replied.

"Wouldn't be much to discuss without the victors, would it?" Zakrin grinned, "Still, though... I'm not a blind leader. I'm not going to ignore the fact that with so many years under your belt that you might be practicing a bit of guile. How about you show me around and then we'll see to seating the other men?" Zakrin asked.

"Of course, as you wish." Elli replied, gesturing inside. Kraw offered the cigar back to his father but Zakrin merely shook his head.

"You enjoy it, I've got plenty." Zakrin said before moving into the grove. Kraw grinned wider before taking another deep puff, feeling truly like a man.

As Zakrin sauntered into the grove, he couldn't help but feel proud. He'd drive the elves to this elaborate affair, all for their benefit. There was enough food to feed an army. At first he suspected poison, but some of the elves were selecting foods from some of the tables to sample, mostly selections of fish and vegetables. Zakrin had to let out a massive laugh.

"Maybe if you ate more you would have been stronger in battle." He gloated. Elli gave a sheepish nod.

"Would you like to discuss the terms of our peace?" Elli asked. Zakrin smirked.

"Don't rush, I'm not done with my security sweep." Zakrin said, grabbing a broasted chicken leg off of a table, stuffing it into his mouth. As his teeth pierced the flesh and the hot oils and juices rushed into his mouth, it was as if he had found the single most delectable food ever cooked. Zakrin nearly stumbled to a stop in shock. He chewed and sucked and licked the chicken leg, stripping the flesh and skin, even gnawing on the bone. He slurped on it until there wasn't a drop of taste back and then gasped for breath.

"Do you like it?" Elli asked softly. Zakrin was stunned. It seemed the most absurd question ever asked.

"Yeah, it's... Is all elf cooking this good?" he whispered.

"Not all, but most." Elli replied. Zakrin was conflicted.

"Maybe... we can discuss peace terms here, while I snack?" Zakrin asked. Elli smiled.

"What ever pleases you most." Elli replied. Zakrin nodded, moving over to the table, grabbing another chicken leg in one hand before deciding he'd want to finish that up with a second in the other. Elli watched as the orc king tore into the meat, the oils running down into his beard and coating his glistening thick lips. Zakrin moaned as he gnawed the meat into nothingness, gulping it down before tossing the bone aside. Two black haired elves rushed to pour him a mug full of flowing amber mead. He lifted it up and tossed the mug back, the alcohol washing over his tongue and down his throat. It tasted so good he nearly fell to his knees. Still, something in the back of his mind reminded him that he was there for a reason.

"Now... Obviously we should... be granted the valley of Hahkuhr.... But the cliffs of Pellidor would also..." Zakrin interrupted himself to chew and suck every bit of meat and flavor from the other chicken leg before washing it down, "let... us secure our territory, prevent... attack." Zakrin said before he grabbed a huge piece of rib cooked in a thick brown spicy sauce. He brought it to his lips, the brown smearing all over his lips as he bit in, pulling his mouth along the curved bones to strip it of all its bounty. Elliandan waved for his servants. One brought a broad backed chair to the other side of the table. The leader of the elves walked around and sat himself down in the regal chair, gazing at the orc that was chowing down without restrained. As Zakrin ate, another elf opened a long purple tube to withdraw an ancient piece of parchment, yellowed and weathered but spelled.

"The orc kin will be granted Hahkuhr as their territory, as well as the shores of Pellidor. Do you agree Zakrin?" Elli asked. Zakrin nodded and the decree appeared on the scroll in glowing letters.

"And also, we want-" Zakrin paused, trying to remember what he wanted. He set the ribs down and reached for a large bowl of seasoned noodles, dipping a green hand in to pull out a scoop and stuff it into his face, sucking the lingering ones up. Zakrin grinned a slimy mouthed grin as he recalled, "Our farmlands! They must be off limits from attacks." Zakrin said.

"As must ours." Elli said.

"Agreed." Zakrin replied. Once more the letters appeared on the parchment. Realizing that his hands were already so terribly messy, Zakrin licked his lips and reached for the mashed potatoes. He dipped his fingers in, lifted up the starchy mash and brought it to his mouth before sliding it in. His eyes rolled into the back of his head in a moment of bliss before he moved over directly in front of the pot, dipping one hand in and then the other. He stuffed fist fulls of potato into his mouth, one after the other. The white spread over his lips and dribbled into his beard, getting caught and contrasting with the black hair... but something far stranger was happening. For every bite of food he took in, he was adding to his body weight.

While the chicken legs and vegetables had seemed innocuous, the mounds of muscle across his abdomen had been eroded by additional flesh filling in the gaps. Slowly his tight shirt had pushed out, rounding slowly as his stomach began to bloat. The massive amounts of potatoes he was consuming were not helping either. His chiseled pectoral muscles were starting to swell as well, pushing outward as the space between the muscles in his arm started to fill with fat. All while Zakrin grew, Elliandan merely watched. Zakrin had polished off almost ten pounds of potatoes in a single serving but none of the food had stayed in his swollen stomach, it had been converted right to fat. Even his pants were tighter as his ass cheeks swelled.

"I need more of this... More." Zakrin grunted, moving to tear off a huge hunk of turkey, stuffing it into his mouth.

"Well we could gladly bring you more Zakrin... in exchange." Elliandan replied, "The Baodur pass."

"Agreed... more potatoes!" Zakrin grunted. The scroll shimmered as the orc king exchanged a mountain pass for another helping of potatoes. Elli grinned much more widely. He snapped his fingers and an enormous chair was brought out by four elves, far too big for Zakrin... at least at his current size. It was set down before the banquet table and Zakrin all but collapsed onto it, stuffing entire pears into his mouth at once, his teeth gnashing them apart. His throat emitted a constant stream of moans and groans of delight, the orc unable to hold back in the slightest. He had started at two hundred pounds of muscle, but now he had added almost a hundred pounds of fat onto that.

"Would you like some gravy for those potatoes? It's a dwarvish delicacy, keeps you warm on a cold winter's night..." Elliandan offered. Zakrin grunted, his amber eyes widening.

"Yes, more!" he declared.

"We don't have much, but-" Elli was interrupted.

"Please!" Zakrin begged.

"Well... how about in exchange for help building a dam across the Ullias river? Say... a hundred men?" Elli asked.

"Two hundred... Bring twice as much gravy." Zakrin said, his brain practically drowned in the juices of the world's most exquisite food... in addition to profound magic. Once more the scroll imparted the deal, binding the kingdoms together in trade. A new pot of potatoes was brought out along with a bronze gravy boat holding thick brown fattening gravy. Zakrin nearly had an orgasm as he watched the elves pour the thick gravy onto the pot of white potatoes, the brown soaking into the mush. Zakrin dipped a hand in to collect a new fist full, gravy running down his hand and dripping from his wrist before he stuffed it in his mouth, smearing the slop all over his face.

With the addition of the gravy, the change was accelerating. Already he had reached four hundred and fifth pounds, but the last traces of the orc's fine muscled body was disappearing beneath more layers of fat. He continued to grow larger and more compliant. His bushy beard seemed longer, but mainly because his chin beneath it had swelled with fat. There was a sudden groaning whine, but it was not from the massive chair... It was from Zakrin's pants as the seam burst and his large ass cheeks spilled out. His shirt wasn't far behind, rising up over a massive rounded green belly covered in thick black hair and drizzled grease.

"Oh my spirits, you must not be comfortable like that at all... Sir Zakrin, may we help you become more comfortable? Perhaps a change of clothes?" Elli asked.

"Not gonna leave the table... Food'll get cold..." he grunted.

"You won't have to. If you like, we have something to help so you won't have to leave." Elli replied. Zakrin gave a nod before he picked up a pot of soup and tipped it back, hot broth flowing down his throat as if it was a stein of beer. Elli snapped once more and the elves moved. Zakrin's burst black leather pants were torn off of him and removed. One black haired elf moved to carefully peel his undergarments off, but as the orc's cock was revealed he couldn't help but give it a lick, running his tongue over the rounded head, teasing the slit. Elliandan glared, "Not yet!" He exclaimed. The elf whimpered and scurried off.

As Elliandan watched Zakrin eat, several elves brought out a careful creation. It was massive, made of white cloth filled with enchanted fabrics. It seemed much like an undergarment but it was too thick to fit under pants. Still, the two leg holes were obvious and the elves moved to remove Zakrin's boots and expose his bare feet, passing them through the legs of the cloth and slide it up. Many more elves moved over just long enough to hoist the orc king's hips up as they slid the creation under him, pulling it up snugly over his ass and his crotch. They pulled the seam tight around his waist before moving back.

"What is it?" Zakrin managed to ask before draining one stein of beer in one gulp before grabbing the entire pitcher.

"It is called a diaper." Elli asked, "It will spare you the need to leave the table."

"Good... bring me more." Zakrin muttered.

"Only if you promise to behave... and to obey." Elliandan said slowly. Zakrin seemed to hesitate for a moment. Some small voice in the back of his mind was warning him that this was wrong... but like everything else, he soon swallowed his pride.

"I promise." He said softly. The scroll suddenly shimmered as that decree was emblazoned as well. Elliandan grinned happily.

"Bring out desert!" The elf elder declared. Zakrin stuffed his sausage like fingers into his fat mouth, sucking them clean as he saw four kinds of cake and ten kinds of pie brought out along with puddings and creams and cookies. Even before the cakes had been set down, Zakrin was grabbing huge wads of cake to chow down on, chocolate and frosting smeared all over his cheeks and drizzling into his beard.

Once the plates of food had been set down, the elves moved to watch Zakrin grow and change. They pulled off his shirt to reveal his broadening back. The muscles of his shoulders disappeared beneath fat as his tattoos stretched around his arms, growing more faded. The elves massaged Zakrin's bloated pecs, fondling his nipples that had been stretched wider. They pinched and tugged the nubs until they were hard as diamonds. Zakrin grunted happily, though he was too busy stuffing a wedge of cheesecake down his gullet to react. In minutes his waist and ass had grown so wide that the massive chair now suited him... and without his shirt or pants, the diaper was his only garment.

Elliandan grinned happily, gazing to the orc kind that they had reduced to an insatiably hungry glutton in a diaper. All traces of the muscled man Zakrin had been were gone, replaced by a docile six hundred pound behemoth. He had even stopped making requests, content to merely eat what was before him. After a hesitation, Elliandan nodded. The elves slowly opened the front of the orc's diaper before withdrawing his massive cock. They nuzzled their silky soft faces against the log of meat before licking it all over. Elli could hardly deny them that pleasure after working for months to perfect the enchanted spices. Zakrin gave a lopsided grin, feeling the tongues on his cock. The faint spark in his brain registered that he was still being treated like a king, fed the best food and pleasured. He had no idea the kind of pet he had been reduced to.

****

The peace summit had been expected to take several days to reach a conclusion and had been held at night at the request of the orcs as they had better sight in the dark than the elf kin, but to say that they were a patient people would be a gross over statement. Kraw and his fellow warriors had exchanged every sundry tale of their conquests, male and female. Kraw had smoked so many cigars in the past few hours that he felt seasoned like his father. They had played cards... but they were growing more and more restless. When movement finally came from the grove, the orcs all rose to their feet. A pair of elves stood at the entry to the grove. One was a blond elf with short hair spiked up, the other had brown hair pulled back into a pony tail.

"We bring word from King Zakrin and Elder Elliandan. You are welcomed into the summit in safety and care to enjoy our offerings of peace." The brown haired elf said regally. A sly smile crossed the blond elf's lips, though elf emotions were hard for the orcs to read. They all looked so much alike. Kraw opened a pouch in his vest and pulled out a small glass sphere that was glowing a bright green. Kraw grinned.

"Father is alive and well... In fact, he's very happy..." Kraw said in delight, "Must be making that elf kneel before him, right brothers?" Kraw said. The orcs burst into laughter and moved forward. The brown haired elf lunged out of their way to let them pass, but Kraw caught him around the shoulders and tugged him along while another elf grabbed the blond. They moved through the grove toward the first set of tables. While they lacked the variety of the tables Zakrin had been shown, they made up for it in quantity. Massive drums of potatoes, gigantic roasted clawbirds, huge vats of hearty soup and huge kegs of beer.

The grunts of the orcs were almost like a language of its own as they shared in the awe of their bounty. Several of the orcs dug into the food, tearing off thick hunks of meat and filling steins, eating conservatively for only a moment before digging in more greedily. Kraw, however, was more suspicious. His left arm around the brown haired elf, he looked down into the smaller man's eyes.

"What's your name pointy ears?" Kraw asked. The lithe elf swallowed nervously.

"Cahl..." he said softly. Kraw grinned.

"Well, I know I'm only a teenager and you're probably hundreds of years old... but I trust you wouldn't trick me and my men, so here's what we're going to do." Kraw said as he picked up a large wooden spoon full of potatoes. Cahl's eyes widened in terror. Kraw smiled, "We're going to share." He said before he grabbed Cahl's cheeks and forced his mouth open, stuffing the spoon in without warning. Cahl whimpered in shock... at least until the potatoes melted on his mouth, dissolving into his saliva and flowing down his throat like liquid butter. His lips suddenly clamped down on the spoon and he sucked it clean before he shuddered, giving Kraw a grin before he moved, grabbing a spoon for himself, starting to shovel it in. Kraw watched in awe for a moment as the elf's face became covered with white slop.

"Lookin good there Kraw." Came the growling bass of one of the other orcs as they passed, two huge steins of mead in his hands. Kraw smirked, grabbing a massive leg of clawbird. It had to have as much meat on the bone as one of the smaller elves. Kraw brought the leg to his mouth and bit in, his tusks skewering the meat and shredding it off into pieces as he gulped it down. The flavor shot through the orc's body like lightning as he savored it, starting to tear and gnaw and rip the meat off more eagerly. Kraw grunted more and more, his clothes feeling tighter... but for some reason that only made him feel more satisfied. He wobbled a bit before falling onto a boulder, still eating.

As much as the orcs were eating, Cahl was keeping pace. The elf man was gulping down the food at a record pace as his body struggled to adjust to the new food. His bones throbbed as they stretched a bit, his ribs widening and his legs stretching... but it was all his body could manage before the pounds started to stack on. Cahl's angular face was being covered with layers of fat. His chin rounded, his cheek bones disappeared, even his stomach rounded. He left his initial weight of one hundred and ten pounds behind, adding on forty in his stomach alone. Before long he was two hundred pounds, then two twenty. Cahl smacked his lips, loving the food but incredibly thirsty.

A massive green hand wrapped around Cahl's waist and pulled him back. Cahl landed on Kraw's lap, looking up at the huge goateed green orc with surprise and glee. He grinned a bit before Kraw brought his stein to the elf's lips. Cahl parted them before the amber grain flowed into his mouth and over his tongue, his mind soon buzzing with pure contentment. Before this bountiful meal he had been terrified and disgusted by orcs, but he felt so good now that when he felt Kraw's hips gyrating beneath his swelling ass he only pushed down and ground back.

"Looks like... Kraw found... friend..." One of the other orcs mumbled happily between bites. Loud slurps came as the orcs guzzled down soup and elves worked tirelessly to bring them more and more food. Being eight feet tall and covered in muscle, it was possible for some of the brute orcs to be four hundred pounds and perfectly fit, but that fitness was eroding fast as they were able to add pounds of fat in an incredibly short amount of time. Sausage like green fingers fumbled with buttons and clasps to release buttons. Vests and shirts opened up to reveal huge male breasts, curls of black hair spread over them and catching the debris from such eager meals... and Kraw was no exception.

Kraw grunted in discomfort from the tightness of his shirt, finding it distracting from the food but blessed relief came as smaller fingers worked the buttons. Kraw's bloated belly pushed out, the round green flesh glistening in the moon light. Kraw looked down to see the adoring face of Cahl, smiling ear to ear with no fear or restraint. Kraw was taken aback by the sight and reached for a huge stein of beer, tipping it back. He shivered as he felt a tongue slurping over his belly, looking down to see the elf licking up the slime that had landed. Once more he grabbed the elf's head and tilted it up, but this time for a kiss. The large orc's lips met with the elf's and they parted, the beer flowing into Cahl's mouth. He guzzled it down like the nectar of the gods, though because of Kraw's tusks some splashed down the sides of their face and soaked their clothes. Still, they both resumed eating, quite content.

As many of the orcs started to pass six hundred and fifty pounds, more elves began emerging from the trees. In their polite way they offered to help the orcs so going to relieve themselves would no longer keep them from the table. The orcs all agreed and soon exchanged their pants for the diaper creations the elves had fashioned. Huge orcs, eight hundred pound orcs, were helped into the cloth as the rest of their clothes were removed. The white fabric contrasted with their dark skin completely, but they would be much easier to maintain.

"He's over here." Came the blond elf's dismayed voice. Three elves came over to where Kraw and Cahl were, looking at the massively rotund elf clinging to the lap and belly of the orc prince. With delicate hands they reached in and took Cahl's robes and tunic, lifting his legs and sliding on a somewhat smaller diaper to his pale creamy skin. Cahl gave them a vacant smile before he buried his face into Kraw's fat pec, starting to lick and suck the nipple before gnawing on the nub. Even as fat and docile as Kraw had become, his fat green fingers pet Cahlk's head, stroking through the brown hair.

"We were bound to lose a few, though now we'll be able to more than make up for it." Another elf said. The blond nodded.

"And we can send the spices and food back to the orc lands as bounty they won during the peace summit. Before long they will never be a threat to anyone in the three territories again... and they will bring much pleasure as well." The blond said. The elves turned, moving back to attend to other things, leaving the orcs to their pursuits. As minutes gave way to hours, the orcs continued to eat. Most resembled mountain trolls by now, sporting bellies almost as large as they had been initially. Their legs and arms were useless trunks of fat, their backs were sheets of flesh. Their beards and hair were soaked with gravy and broth and brine and beer and flecks of food... and in the cases where they had run out of food, some orcs had fallen onto all fours and moved to the edges of the grove, their fat hands digging in the dirt to pull out tubers and other potato like plants. They sniffed at them before biting into the raw tuber, gulping it down... but once even those were gone, the orcs began to slow down, growing sleepy and tired.

One orc reached for the pot that had held the last batch of stew but Kraw swatted his hand away, pulling it over to rest next to his hip. His massive had dipped in and he scooped up meat and brown slime full of vegetables before stuffing it into Cahl's mouth, the fat elf licking and slurping every finger until it was clean. Kraw took another scoop and filled his own mouth before he let out a belch that echoed through the night, climbing laboriously off the rock before lying down on the grass, pulling Cahl across his belly and chest liked a stuffed animal. Several orcs collapsed onto the grass in heaps, passing out cold as they started to snore and dream of more meals, more food... no longer caring about home or country. They were fat and they were happy.

****

Across the camp Elliandan was nearing the completion of the decree of peace, the magical scroll being copied to libraries across the three territories. He had outlined orc territory, their rights and their duties. They had been granted vast territories but those lands would be devoted to production of food. They had been given many tools, but the tools would create more diapers. Their weapons would be melted down to make pots and utensils... it was a binding agreement, one that Zakrin had agreed to in every detail. The Orc King sat on the ground with splintered bits of chair around him, his belly and waist so large that they oozed over his legs... but something else had been growing as well.

Sticking out from the waistband of his diaper, his jade green orc phallus had grown perfectly hard as the king moved onto his tenth helping of deserts, stretching up over twenty inches. His balls had swollen from the size of kiwis to the size of watermelons, bulging out his diaper as they churned and produced a meal of their own. Two elf mages knelt on either side of Zakrin, casting their spell as light swirled around his cock. Slowly a cursed emblem settled into the green flesh of his meat and thick, potent, musky orc cum began to spew forward. Several elves pushed against each other to get to Zakrin, opening their mouths wide as the thick orc spunk splashed against their faces. They greedily slurped down the seed, moaning and groaning as their cocks in turn grew quite hard. A black haired elf turned to Elliandan with a smile.

"Sir, aren't you going to help yourself to your prize?" He asked. Elli smiled.

"I will in time... Orc seed is so potent that few can resist it, but I at least would like to reserve a bit of class when I feed. The youth can get their fill as reward for their hard work and then I will have my turn. Besides, I will have so many opportunities..." Elliandan said as he moved around the table, reaching to open a wood box. He pulled out a thick leather collar with a leash, holding it in his hands as he approached Zakrin, "It's about time these orcs made up for the atrocities of their past... They'll make delightful pets... They can tend crops, they can do manual labor, they can bring us such joy... and all they'll want is food... How can we deny them?" Elli asked. He reached to pet Zakrin's beard. Zakrin looked up with a vacant grin, smiling as the elf elder slipped the collar around him, pulling it tight.

"More?" Zakrin asked softly. Elliandan nodded, reaching to pick up a candied piece of orange, slipping it into Zakrin's mouth. Zakrin moaned, sucking on the orange before his eyes closed. All the while he poured cum into the mouths of three different elves as their tunics and robes grew wet with their own semen, unable to hold back as they drank pure lust itself. Elliandan wrapped Zakrin's leash around his wrist before he gave it a tug. Zakrin grunted eagerly as he managed to force himself up onto his hands and knees, his belly swaying half an inch against the ground.

The elf elder began walking through the grove, his fat orc behind him snorting and grunting. His orgasm slowed but the cock trapped against his rounded belly continued to leak, leaving a musky trail as they walked. They left the royal banquet behind, moving until they found the clearing where the orcs had fallen asleep. Elliandan walked around them, looking at the former warriors turned into docile beasts. He had battled against some himself, watched them kill his friends... but he no longer bore them any ill will. They were reduced to the animals they had acted like. They lived to eat and fuck and they would make every elf's life better. Elli looked down at Zakrin with a smile.

"Sleep now, you have a big breakfast to look forward to tomorrow." Elli explained. Zakrin let out a snort of bliss, licking his lips before he wandered among the sleeping orcs, sniffing along. The orc king's nose had changed some, the nostrils lifting up just a bit from before to give him a slightly more snout like look. As he sniffed around he smelled something familiar and wandered toward it, eventually finding an eight hundred pound orc with a four hundred pound elf draped across his body. Zakrin sniffed Kraw's head before falling over into a pile against him, passing out cold. Elliandan turned, spotting the blond elf with the short spiky hair rising up from one of the orcs, cum clinging to his upper lip. Elli waved the youth over and he quickly obeyed. Elliandan looked the youth over before he leaned in and ran his tongue across the elf's upper lip, cleaning the leftover sperm before giving the boy a gentle kiss.

"Thank you sire." The youth said softly. Elliandan smirked.

"My pleasure... but I think it's time we discuss your future... How would you feel about being part of the envoy to take the orcs' spoils of victory back to their homeland?" Elliandan asked, putting his arm around the young elf. The blond's eyes widened in awe.

"It would be a great honor sir... I would do anything for the elf kin." He whispered.

"I am sure you would." Elliandan grinned.