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The young elven girl grins, no more than fifteen years old, bronzed skin from her hours in the sun playing with her sisters, hips developing into that womanly hourglass figure, thick strong thighs from hours of running through the forests, slim athletic waist, blooming and bountiful breasts developing on her strong chest, flawless skin flowing into a bright and joyous face with emerald green eyes, her head adorned with thick flowing dark auburn hair. She slips her full length gloves onto her arms, the leather and material stopping about four inches from her shoulder, her boots coming up her strong legs to mid-thigh, hidden by a knee-length skirt. The young huntress adjusts her blouse-covered vest and looks herself in a mirror, grinning as she looks at herself from several angles.

Her sister peers into the door, "Zrulshara! Come *ON*, get your ass moving or our father isn't going to let us go on the hunting trip!" she hisses, the older girl about four years her elder, in a similar vestments as herself, except the colors are a blue instead of green and white as Zrulshara dons. The younger elven girl grins as she pushes a lock of hair behind her pointed ear, picking up her recurve bow and quiver, swinging them over her shoulder and sprinting out after her elder sister. As the two giggle and run among the ancient corridors among their fathers halls, bursting out past the courtyard leading to the ancestral forest.

They grin as they see their father, wearing ceremonial robes, smiling warmly at them as he waves to their elder brother, wearing thick chain and plate armor. They run up and hug their father, exchange kisses hugs and happy dances as the two girls look to their brother, who gestures into the forest for their first real hunt, the male keeping a firm grip on his elegant longsword.

They trek through the forest, the first few thousand woods bright, cheery, and very familiar, the woods old, but well walked, even sometimes hunted for small game, but the forest was deep, and old, filled with all manner of creatures from the bunnies and squirrels the girls were used to. Zrulshara grins as she watches a beautiful butterfly flutter past, but she gets stopped cold by her elder brother, the male using his sword to point at a viper slithering on its way, "Mind your step, sister, from here on in, things are no longer friendly." he whispers, gesturing into a darker portion of the woods.

Their trek becomes more and more tedious, more thorny bushes and sharp rocks barring their way, the elven trio having to dance around certain spots to move through, their grace and balance saving them from any mishap, even their elder brother with his heavier armor was quiet as the wind as he lead the way.

Finally, they come across a meadow, but none like Zrulshara had seen before, it was dark, the grass seemed mottled, and there were ugly broken stones littered everywhere. Across the way, she could see with her keen emerald eyes a buck with a magnificent rack of antlers, at least twenty point. The Elder male steps into the meadow proudly, his antlers catching the breeze as he cautiously sniffs the air, the elven trio thankfully downwind of the male. The brother grins and points at the male, "He is a father of many, strong, resilient, we won't take him, he has many more years to sire strong young." he says edging them on the way.

Something, however, seems to frighten the huge animal, who prances skittishly off into the dark, making the brother's dark eyes narrow, his grip on his weapon tightening, "Quiet..." he murmurs, senses straining...

Zrulshara hears the faint rustle of rock and twig, then her eyes go wide as she looks up, body frozen as she sees a troop of trolls and ogres aboge, grinning maliciously down at them. Her fear paralyzes her as one of them drops, knocking the elder brother out cold, and slamming her older sister against a thick treetrunk, gripping her by the throat, as he grins at her, tossing the bow she tried to draw into the brushes.

"Good catch we got this time, eh chaps?" one growls to another, circling the frightened young girl, "Mhmm... dis is the best yet." another replies, the warty thick skin of an ogre fills her vision as she turns around, trying to flee, the massive bulk of the creature pushing her back just from him stepping forward.

Its a flash as she is hog-tied, and as are her siblings, brutally locked down with rough coarse ropes and tossed over their shoulders.

A troll grins at her as he runs his fingers up her thighs, "Hmm... these ones are sweet and young, they smell related..." Another chuckles deeply, his voice like broken gravel, "I like breaking the males... and i have a plan for the shiny-armored one." he chuckles darkly. The youngest sister is forced to listen to their vague, dark sounding plans for some time as she is carried, the girl hyperventilating as she can't even scream. After what feels like an hour they come into a rather dirt and brutish camp, animal-hide tents, worn stone and rocks, and a cave that goes deeper and seems to be their retreat, which is where she and the other two elves are brought into. It takes her a few moments for her eyes to adjust, but by the time she does she is dropped on the ground and her bindings are ripped off by a cruel-looking troll, the male pinning her arms behind her back as he pulls her into his lap, chuckling as he seems to wait for something. The young girl squirms a few times against the offending hand holding her forearms together, but stops as he leans in and whispers, "Keep struggling and i'll eat your arms and legs off, soft-skin."

She stops cold at that, whimpering as she feels tears trailing down her fair face. The Elder sister however, only sees her younger sister drawn into some dark corner and out of sight, hearing some sort of muttering from the darkness before her drawn upwards as she hears the clatter and chinkling of her brothers armor hitting the walls and floor of the cave, her eyes wide as she sees the ogre stripping her brother bare, not allowing even his undergarments to be on, the unconscious male limp in his grasp, his strong, fit body molested by hands that roam his *WHOLE* body, including his groin, where they seem to dwell by the hungry looking troll. "Perfect..." she hears.

She watches helplessly as the rugged ogre binds her nude brothers arms behind his back expertly, locking both forearms together tightly, and then reaches behind him to grasp an old, dirty jar of what looks like slick lard. The Ogre slathers two fingers with it and then grins as he does the unthinkable, the sister watching as the ogre starts slathering her brothers smooth ass with it, making sure to get right against that ring of muscle, massaging it in thoroughly, the older elven male starting to stir from his unconsciousness. The ogre chuckles and tugs at his loincloth, the rough material coming undone in a second, and tosses it aside and revealing a thick, long length of obscene proportions, the brutish male chuckling darkly as he pulls the strong elven hips to his own, angling his throbbing, turgid tool, and within a second of the brother waking up, growls, "My new bitch!"

The older brother screams as his body goes rigid, the ogre thrusting hard, the thick head of the ogre's cock spreading the elven male's ass wide as the first third disappears inside, heavily lubricated by the lard, but the intense tightness of his body still stops him from getting any further.

The sister heaves, then spills the contents of her stomach onto the floor, the sight too much for her to bear, especially when the troll pulls her brothers head back, forcing his back to arch high for him, and pulls him into an intimate, deep kiss, calloused fingers stroking the elven male's well-toned chest as his jaw works softly, forcing his tongue deep into her brothers mouth as it massages and explores it fully.

Her unfortunately keen eyes are drawn to between the muscled thighs of her elder brother, his cock surging hard as the troll's indomitable hips work forward, burying more and more of the pulsing pillar of hard flesh deep into the stretched ring of muscle that now grips the fat cock slowly sinking into the elven male's ass, the heavy pair of nuts below swaying like a pair of large apples in a leathery sack as it bumps into the elven males own testciles, which normally, are considered to be on the impressive size, the same could be said for his nine-inch length that strains below him, the ungodly prostate stimulation he suffers now has him unwillingly harder than he has ever been in his life.

The Ogre's hands stroke up and down the males body as he pins the elven male down ruthlessly, burying more and more of the wide throbbing cock of his into the males depths, after what feels like forever for the elven male, the Ogre breaks the kiss and both males suck in a deep breath, though the Ogre growls in pure delight as the male gasps madly for air, straining against the sensation assailing him. As he looks down, he feels the Ogre's heavy nuts against the backside of his own, by his elven grace he knows he hasn't been ripped open, but it definitely hurts, the pain searing as he gasps, being stroked erotically, thick fingers stroking over his cock and balls, his eight-pack stomach, his formed and powerful chest, the flawless skin brings the Ogre even more pleasure as he grinds deep into his new toy.

The Elder sister feels the Troll behind her wipe her mouth up and some other ogre comes by to clean up the mess she made, "That brother of yours is a rare gem dear... he hasn't started bleeding open and is still breathing..." he chuckles darkly, "He'll last much longer." he clears his throat and sets the young female on her feet, growling, "Now, stand still, move and your little sisters throat will be slit." he growls. She whimpers as she stands still, eyes drawn to her brother for only a brief moment until the calloused fingers of the troll run up her thighs, under her skirt, over her hips, and tugs at her undergarments. Tears drop onto her cheeks as she feels as the white cloth is pulled down around her ankles, "Step out of them." he growls, the young woman shivering as she obeys , not knowing what else to do.

She blinks as she then watches the troll behind her kneel, taking a deep breath of her sex before he stands up, gripping her garments and starts disrobing her much more viciously, stripped of her armor, sans her skirt and her blouse, though the blouse is ripped open and her breasts bounce freely. The sister gets thrown to the ground as a few of them seem to get an idea, her body pushed around and pulled until she is positioned in front of the Ogre, and her brother...

Her eyes widen as the ogre reaches past the male on his cock to the female elven hips and chuckles darkly, "I will break you in every way, my little bitch." he growls, angling the females hips and the hips his cock has made its home, and forces, albeit slowly, her brother to bury his steel-hard cock into his sisters velvety folds. The male blushes and cries out, squirming on the Ogre's cock, her silken depths *tight*, gripping his nicely sized meat so sweetly in that incestrutious embrace, being made to rut balls-deep, just like the Ogre behind him.

A troll approaches the elven females front, lifting her head and leaning forward, forcing her into a deep, slow kiss, lips pressed, sealed together as the Ogre's hips start fucking the Elven male hard, the force translating into his sisters tightly clutching folds. The troll's lips tease and nip at her, fingers caressing her face as she lurches forward ever moment or so, hips being rocked by her brothers unwillingly. The Troll pulls back after she looks just about out of breath, his tongue obscenely slurping from her gaping mouth as he leans back, tossing his own dirty loincloth aside languidly as he stances himself, shifting down to his knees, and menacingly drops his immense cock on her face. The fat grey meat nearly rivaled the Ogres in her brothers tightly gripping ass, thick rivulets splashing across her nose and lips as it lands on her face, throbbing powerfully as he grins, "So... sweet... bite... and your sister..." he turns her head forcibly and points to where she saw her little sister get dragged, "Will be eaten alive in front of you." he growls, "So suck well, little bitch."

The sister makes a face as the troll's thick knobby fingers caress her face, the pre-seed dripping down her flawless features, the scent overpowering everything else as the tip of his grey cock presses to her full, soft lips. She looks disgusted, but glances at where she last saw Zrulshara before closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, and opening her jaw wide, enveloping the thick tool with skill and tact. The sister was using her tongue sweetly over the fat tool, massaging the belly of the monstrous organ, pressing it to the roof of her mouth as it pushes deeper. The young woman furrows her brow as she feels the fat rod push against the back of her throat, her jaw creaking as wide as she could go, and relaxes those muscles, actively oppressing her gag reflex as her neck pushes her head forward, swallowing the Troll's pride to the root, making the brutish male close his eyes and hiss, "Oooh... so sssssweet..." he cups her face in his hands, enjoying the subtle sensations of her pushing against his groin from the Ogre's thrusts.

She swallows as her knees press tightly together, hips squirming as she lets out a muffled moan around the heavy organ rocking in and out of her throat now, hissing once as he pulls back slowly, watching those glossy lips of hers stretch around his fat meat, glide smoothly over the glans of his swollen pride, then the elven woman tilts her head to the side, kissing down the organ before she starts lavishing his twin orbs with attention, suckling against the thick leather skin before she pulls her head back and dives down on the totem of meat again.

The Troll grunts harshly as he bucks his hips forward, "GODS... this one is amazing..." his tone husky and low, watching her throat accommodate his girth, her cheeks caving in as she sucks so sweetly, his eyes roaming her flawless features, her arched back, those beautiful hips, the full healthy thighs. The troll grins as he watches her hips again... how they gyrate, rock back against her brothers forced thrusts... the brute grinning even more broadly as he realized the expression her brother was making wasn't just of humiliation, but of intense pleasure... she must have been squeezing down, gripping with her inner muscles. It was clear the older elven girl was really delving into the taboo sensation of EVERYTHING right now, something about the taste of the male in her mouth erasing reason from her mind, and the feeling of her brother in her velvety depths had her feeling exquisite from the naughtiness of enjoying what her sibling felt like, even more so with the knowledge that it was through an ogre far more hung than he that was driving her brothers hips.

The Troll chuckles to himself as he watches the girl fall so quickly to debauchery and lust, her ministrations akin to that of a top-gold whore, her eyes gazing up at him in pure unbridled lust as her lips seal tightly around the thick organ lodged between them, luscious adoration to his heavy cock.

The elder brother groans weakly as he is assailed from both sides, unable to speak, his breath stolen every time the ogre buries his enormous cock to the hilt, his ass stretched wider than he ever imagined it could possibly could be. His neck and chest shone, glistening with the Ogre's saliva as he had been kissing and stroking and licking across the fair elven skin as he rutted him slowly, revelling in his prize. The male didn't know why but his cock was almost vibrating, trembling as his prostate was massaged so heavily, every time he was thrust into his body clenched down, back arching, and his cock unloaded a thick dollop of precum into his sisters so very beautiful hips. The elder brother heaves in his breath as he feels a familiar tingling in the base of his nuts, the elven libido reaching its end as he tries to speak, to plead, but it was stolen away from him as the Ogre pulls his head back for another intimate, deep, tongue-twisting kiss. The elder sister's eyes shine as her head buries the cock deeper into her throat with each bob and twist she gives the Troll. She could feel her brothers organ begin to kick, his body tensing erratically, and even feel those smooth twin orbs of his rising up into his body. She grins around the cock lodged in her mouth, back arching luxuriously as the debauchery sinks in to the fullest; she was welcoming her brothers seed with an open embrace, giving his body the most inviting, most perfect target to sate its desires.

The older brother's eyes open wide as the ogres thrusts become just too much, his own hips lurching forward and hilting hard against his sisters plush ass, his expression of pure euphoria as his climax strikes him, splurts of seed emptying out of his body right into her sex, filling her tunnel with his generous donation. The clenching muscles of the elven males orgasm has the ogre fucking him harder for a few seconds, before he roars out and buries himself balls-deep, grinding his improbably sized cock into the elf and delivers what feels like litres of hot thick, roiling seed into his bowels, the extra stimulation from the ogres orgasm has the brother twitching like mad, shaking like a leaf in his grasp.

The Troll grins, waiting for the elven male to finish his climax, and snickering to himself, "Tiny little elfy cock fill his sisters cunt with cream? Stupid boy, let me show you how to breed a bitch." he growls, pulling his cock from the beautiful lips that keep their suction up to the very last inch of his glans, releasing with a loud 'pop', the Troll's large organ glistening with a perfect spit-polish. The Troll's arms pull the sister off the male and turns her in profile to the brother, aligning his own heavy tool to poise its tip at her sex, a few droplets of elven cream starting to drip from her fair netherlips. The Troll stares directly into the brothers eyes as his hips roll forward, in one smooth motion sinking every last inch of his pride into the female below him, the slick *Squish* heard to all in the cavern as the males seed was displaced. The troll then thrusts a few times before slowly withdrawing his cock, the entirety of the brothers seed now coating the third of his cock nearest to the base, and dripping off his balls, a malevolent gleam in his eye as he clicks his fingers at her, pointing to a spot on the floor, "Sit, stay." he growls, and feels even more pleasure from demeaning the elven slut when she obeys. The Troll then stances himself before the male and lays his cock on the elf's face, "Clean it off, your seed didn't even kiss her cervix." he hisses, the last word drawn out as he watches the male shut his eyes tightly before his head tilts, tongue and lips cleaning the organ dutifully as the Troll continues, "Tiny elf penis didn't even make her cum... don't worry, your impotence won't ruin her, i'll make her cream, *AND* knock her up proper."

The male whimpers as his eyes stay shut, just trying to clean his own seed of the huge cock and those heavy twin nuts before him, unable to ignore the roaming hands as the ogre rumbles and chuckles as he watches his new bitch in its place. Once the male finishes cleaning the last smear of seed from the sack of the ogre, the male exhales with a shudder, opening his eyes slowly as he feels the Troll step back, and re-mount his sister, her back arched high for the troll's cock, moaning languidly as her depths are spread *WIDE* around the throbbing meat that not too long ago was being skillfully serviced by her mouth. She lowers her head as she angles her hips, the feeling of those trollish nuts against her loins making her spine tingle as he hilts within her. The troll grins, glaring over at the brother and starts fucking her slow, deep and hard, rocking her as he makes her squeal, moan, gasp, and claw at the ground before her. This was so much better, so much FULLER, she couldn't imagine how her brother could ever make her feel this good. Her fine ass shakes with each thrust, up untill the Troll snatches at her hips, pulling her tightly to his loins, and growls out himself, the head of his cock battering away at her cervix until now, where the thick head breaches her final barrier, and his seed directly splatters along her innermost sanctum, flooding her womb with thick torrents of virile cum. The elven female gasps as she tries to grip anything to steady herself, a soft bulge in her stomach forms as she becomes so full, then the seed starts leaking out from between his cock and her netherlips, thick droplets of trollish cum dripping slowly down the inside of her thighs, and down off his heavy balls, the scene was something to behold, especially when the scent of the trolls cum hits the elves.

The Troll chuckles and pats her on the ass as he leans back, leaving his cock inside her, "there you go, elfie. You breed bitches like THAT." he growls, shifting his hips to grind his cock into her walls, chuckling at how she whimpers, the female having cum herself at least thrice during the ferocious rutting.

After taking a deep, slow breath, the Troll dismounts her with a loud, sickly schlurp, seed splattering everywhere as he walks off, cock bouncing between his legs as he pats two other ominous creatures as he himself slinks into the shadows, sated and satisfied.

The two creatures move forward, grinning as their turn with the elven woman is present, a Naga warrior, and a Minotaur, both incredibly powerful, and by now, incredibly aroused. Their organs bounce slightly as they move forward, watching as the elven girl shifts to rest back on her heels, knees resting on the ground as seed oozes from her sex, an excited, lustful look on her face, pure wanton lust etched onto her soft features. The Naga moves first, hands caressing her face, making her look into his eyes as he glides on over, lifting her to stand, her knees trembling in anticipation. He guides her leg up, hooking around his powerful body, a tube of solid muscle and scale from the arms down, interrupted only by the thick, throbbing purple organ that splits his genital slit open wide. the spines on his head and back shiver as his jaws open slightly, displaying the rows of deadly fangs, and the slick purple tongue slipping between them, caressing her throat and neck, teasing the vulnerable, soft flesh as he pulls her closer, powerful arms lifting her, angling her oozing sex to accept the pointed tip of his cock, then lowers her, impaling her slowly as she lets out a low, weak, shuddering moan, ruling her head into his scaly chest. The Minotaur snorts and moves up behind her, his broad, equine cock was pulsing hotly, more than a foot of meat and oozing a veritable river of precum. The mottled flesh was pink and brown, bobbing with every pulse of his heart, he moves up behind her and takes hold of her waist, stepping up in front of the Naga, the silver-and-grey creature was technically twice as big as him, but right now he was mostly coiled on the floor. The Minotaur pushes his hard cock up between the cleft of her ass, his hefty sack sporting a twin pair of weighty orbs very much like the Trolls, unlike the Naga whose testicles were internal. The minotaur snorts again as he leans in, pushing against the ring of muscle, and making her shiver before trying to relax her body, knowing very well that these two creatures would have their way with her... and she couldn't think of a better way to be used than by them.

She locks up as the Minotaur slams his hips upward, scratching at the scale-clad muscles of the creature before her, hissing as her ass was spread wide, and so very DEEP, her body struggling to accommodate both of the very well hung beasts. Her eyes shut tight as the feeling of the beasts starting to thrust in opposition hits her hard, the barrier of flesh between them tingling like crazy as they both thrust as deep as they can, and with how they were penetrating her, they both were sheathing themselves completely within her, no inch of their cocks were seen by the air as they hilted.

The elven woman is fucked without pause, several more monsters of varying sorts waiting for their turn in the shadows, her brother now on his knees and chest as the Ogre fucks him deep, slow and passionately, the massive brute taking care with his new toy as he fucks the still-tight ass.

An imp twitches at the edge of the shadows, muttering to itself, no taller than two feet as its spindly limbs and hard, small body jitter, long goblin-like ears and contrasting brilliant orange eyes along with long thin fingers and limbs display itself as the thing moves forward, looking at the Ogre. The ogre gets whatever message the Imp was trying to relay, as he chuckles deeply, nodding once and gesturing to the elven male, "Go ahead, he is still being broken in, a little cocksucking won't do him harm." he states.

The imp chuckles excitedly as it moves forward, tugging off its pants and rubbing its disproportionately sized organ against his cheek, the cock as large as the imps entire thigh. Once the little green cretin is hard he swiftly shoves his cock between the elven lips and starts pumping its hips erratically, huffing as the male groans to himself, lust boiling in his veins as he starts suckling, using his tongue to bathe and caress the meat. Just like his sister, he couldn't resist, it was far, far too much for him to wrap his mind around, and instead he just gave in, letting the creatures use his body as they pleased.

Out of sight from the little orgy beyond, a lone human among the monsters grins to himself, an alchemical lab behind him softly bubbling and glowing with various glass tubes and crystal bowls. He turns back and lifts a slightly teal fluid in a vial, His abyssal dark eyes gleaming with malevolent intent, "So, its perfect now..." he whispers to no-one, "Now... Stage two can begin."

He chuckles as he slips the vial into his robes, strutting deeper into the network of caves, past all the beasts and monsters that he had given the concoction to, the mixture that was making the normally upstanding elves turn into complete sluts.