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The general of the Kaos Army shielded his eyes from the sun and wished he'd remembered his Ray-Ban's; it was a lovely summers day on the Black Planet and the new recruits were being shown round the outside rifle range. It was absolutely not the sort of day to be spent inside in his office dealing with paperwork that was for sure, and sometimes the fresh grunts made humorous mistakes that made for good stories to tell back in the officer's mess. Making himself comfortable on the grassy bank he took a good look at them - all misfits of course; the Kaos Army prided itself on taking in society's waifs and strays. This intake was certainly no exception; comprising of big burly orcs with no hand-eye co-ordination, wire-haired skaven with twitching whiskers and a tendency to flinch at loud noises and jittery troublesome goblins who weren't listening to corporal Rave's orders and were getting a taste of his trusty swagger stick already, barely ten minutes in to their safety demonstration.

Then there was the elf. Quite how he had ended up here was anybody's guess. Usually the noble races gave them a wide berth, having kaos in the title was enough for them to know they would regret joining. Fair play to the lad, he was paying attention and keeping his distance from the commanding officer and his instrument of torture. Rave was truly skilled at whipping new soldiers into shape. Literally.

General Warlock took a sip of water from his once-cold bottle and regretted not adding enough ice from the dispenser. Oh well.

Corporal Rave finished shouting and his rag-tag bunch took their places along the range. He knew most of what would happen next, he was sure of it; someone would drop their rifle on their foot, someone would inspect their rifle by turning it around and looking down the barrel and there was always one who would try and use their gun as a blunt weapon. If they were exceptionally lucky then no-one would get themselves shot. Surviving the first week intact was a bloody miracle when your IQ was in the single digits. Except the elf. There's got to be a story there, he thought. The general wanted a chat with him that was for sure. Well, he called him an elf but honestly he could be wrong. The ears were right, the high cheekbones and bright eyes were there but he had a pair of antlers atop his curly-haired head and a pair of feathered wings sprouting from his narrow shoulder blades so there was a chance that he could be something very different.

Sure enough, pandemonium broke out as one of the orcs pointed his rifle at something other than the targets and the corporal had to restore order as recruits scattered. Sipping his water, Anar enjoyed every moment of the unfolding drama. Yes, today was a good day. Any day that involved Rave having his patience tried was a good day.

After the corporal had gotten everything back under control, there wasn't anything else really memorable about the target practise session, much to the general's disappointment and so as it drew to an end he made his way down the grassy bank to the new recruits. A smattering of 'general, sir!' and sloppy salutes followed (there was always one who missed and smacked themselves in the face. Sometimes he didn't laugh). Rave was practically foaming at the mouth as he assembled them into a close approximation to an orderly line, desperately trying not to look completely incompetent in front of his (sometimes) friend and superior officer.

"At ease!" the general barked, his gaze falling on the blonde mop of hair to his far right. "Corporal, dismiss them and take a break, I'll pack away."

Rave looked visibly relieved, "cheers mate- er yes, general sir."

"Oh, I'll get the elf to help me," Anar said as an afterthought (though it wasn't really).

"Private Welwyn? Sure thing, sir. Company dis-MIIISSED!"

More haphazard salutes followed and the lowland plain became deserted once again. The young elf gave the general an expectant smile, awaiting orders. Anar took a good look at him as he gave instructions for the tidying away of the rifles and ammo. They would all be stored away in the lock-up situated at the rear of the range ready for more practice tomorrow. He carried on watching as Welwyn followed these instructions faultlessly, unloading and packing the weapons away into their crates and headed to the storage facility.

He followed behind, closing the heavy door. "So, private Welwyn, what brings an elf to the Kaos Army?" general Warlock asked, leaning back on the wooden workbench.

The recruit answered quickly, reaching to place the ammo crate up high. "Well, sir, the Light Federation didn't want me, and your recruitment officer said that everyone was welcome here."

"It's true," the general agreed. "You... are an elf, aren't you?" he asked carefully.

"Oh yes, sir. I'm a forest guardian, that's why I have antlers and wings."

Anar swallowed slowly, the dim light in the lock-up throwing shadows over the recruits slim, tight body. Elves were notorious for their free sexual nature and rampant sex drives. This one would be no exception. He searched for a pin or emblem on the elf's regulation uniform but was disappointed not to find one. Best keep things simple for now. "Good work out there today, private, you did well. I'll be sure to pass on my praise to the corporal."

Welwyn's face flushed beautifully, "oh thank you, sir!"

Turning around and opening the door, Anar walked him back to the barracks where staff sergeant Clinker saluted smartly and ushered the elf inside.

General Warlock stood for a moment lost in thought over private Welwyn; he was such a cute little elf boy with innocent eyes and delicate lips. He'd make an effort to spend more time with him, preferably alone. It was easy to do, being the most senior ranking officer - no-one questioned his actions, meaning he could get away with absolutely anything. An idea popped into his head and he returned to his private quarters smiling to himself.

The afternoon sun had left him sweaty so Anar stripped and grabbed a towel from his bathroom shelf, studying his muscular body critically in front of the mirror as he did so. He needed to lift more. Everyone wanted a sexy soldier in uniform and he hoped that included a certain new recruit. Anar powered on the shower and let the cool water cascade over him, running over his long ears and snout. It felt so good. He soaped up his naked body and felt himself harden as his hand reached his groin. He was excited, naturally. Rubbing gently with his fingertips along his length, he fantasised about those soft lips and bouncing blond curls bobbing on the end of his cock, while down on his knees. He grabbed his trusty moisturiser and gave a generous squirt, his hand now pumping effortlessly making him moan and sigh. How wonderful to be delivered such a hot elf, so sweet and lovely for the taking! He'd lick and suck him - strip and fuck him! Spread that tiny ass and fill him! Grab onto those antlers and buck his hips - oh yes, he'd stuff him so full, make him beg and whine. His hand was a blur as warm cum spurted up onto his toned stomach leaving him breathless and shaking; he was in desperate need of some dirty fun! If private Welwyn had only been wearing a Sexual Freedom badge, he'd have tried to touch him up earlier in the lock-up. It would be just my luck to find a strictly straight elf. He washed his hair, idly wondering just how young Welwyn actually was, (you could never tell with the noble races), and exactly why the Light Federation (uptight bastards) didn't want the little elf. Their loss. His gain.

That night in the officers mess he and Rave were gleefully retelling the story of the rogue rifle pointing to the lieutenant who was shaking his head in disbelief. "I've told you before about that rifle range", Rap tutted, "they need at least three weeks training before live ammo. Orcs and guns- it's just asking for trouble!"

They all agreed but the orcs only joined for the old Earth weapons and if you told them to wait three weeks before getting their filthy mitts on them they would up and leave. It was what it was.

"Oh, we had an elf!" Rave remembered.

Anar froze.

Rap suddenly looked very interested; "did you now?" he asked slowly, eyeing the aardvark officer who gulped audibly.

"Yes we did.. Curious little fella. Seemed well behaved enough. Helped Anar tidy up after we'd finished."

Rap's reptilian eyes bore like lasers into the general but Anar refused to make any further sign or gesture, instead keeping his gaze far, far away. "Well, that's nice," he smiled a little too sweetly.

Uh-oh. The lieutenant knew all about his fondness for the fair folk. Desperately gulping his bottle of Budweiser, Anar felt Rap's breath close to his long slender ear.

"You wasted no time, then. They've only been here all of three days." he hissed.

The general protested, weakly; "I haven't touched him... yet." That was fair. Given half a chance he would, though.

Rap shook his long green head, his amusement showing through the faux outrage, "So is he a Free elf?" he asked.

"He didn't have a badge, but then he was in training wasn't he? I guess it's not the first thing you think of when heading out."

"But you were wearing yours, weren't you?"

"No," Anar admitted, "I wasn't wearing my jacket. Too bloody hot."

Rap tutted. Sometimes his friend was a bit of an idiot. Considering he would shag pretty much anything that moved he was woefully useless at advertising himself. That was the whole point of wearing a Freedom badge; it was an invitation to flirt with the same sex! "So, have you decided what your next move is?"

Anar brightened, blushing slightly, "Yeah."

There was a pause. "Well? What is it? Tell me!" But the general just shook his head, grinning.

The next morning the general ate his breakfast quickly and got stuck into his work, busying himself in the office to get as much done as possible before he had to leave. Emails to reply to, worlds' leaders to argue with and wind up over social media, promotion applications to evaluate, weapons demonstrations to add to his calendar so he could turn up unannounced (that was always fun) and social gathering invites to accept for the free drinks. The life of a general was a busy one!

Looking out of his long blinded window, he could see corporal Rave leading his new soldiers (now known as 'cake squad'. He was intrigued how that name had come about) out of the barracks and into the lowland plain. They would be using the rifles again today and hopefully hitting some targets with them this time. Anar watched as his little elf tagged along at the back, his curly blonde hair wafting in the mid-morning breeze. The tan regulation shirt he wore fit him just so, and his feathered wings fluttered. A goblin hung back and chatted with him, making him laugh and smile. Anar felt his heart pound; Welwyn was all he'd thought about all morning. Only a few more promotions to review and he would make his way down to the firing range himself. Best get cracking. He was in a good mood today and that meant more green approval stamps than usual. Spread the love and all that. As the last piece of paper was filed away, he closed the door behind him, slid the status panel beside his name to 'out' and walked outside.

He could hear the loud roar of the tanks in the distance and wondered if the lieutenant was having fun out there. It seemed so long ago since the three of them had blown things up in their T-32.

Rave's voice sounded out, its unmistakable reptilian edge reaching it's peak. Oh dear. Someone was being dangerous or stupid - probably both. Sure enough, a big dumb orc was at his mercy for not paying attention. Anar once again marvelled at the velociraptor's uncanny ability of bringing three hundred pound lumps of muscle and attitude to tears. Orcs were useful grunts but boy were they stupid. The namby-pamby Light Federation could kiss his grey arse with their so-called 'noble races' though. Ha! Give him 3000 goblins with promises of 'big stick go bang' any day. Yeah, ok, Federation contracts made major-general Swiftwing more money but the Kaos Army had more fingers in pies than a skaven at a buffet. War by numbers. We win, bitches.

He took a deep breath, time to get down there and check up on the new recruits. Totally innocently and with no ulterior motives whatsoever of course.

Rave waved. His men made a passable attempt at saluting (they'd been practising, clearly) and brought their boots together smartly (ok one orc was staring at his feet, confused, never mind) and the 'general, sir!' was almost, almost in unison. Not bad work for the first week.

"As you were." No, they didn't understand that one yet.

They furrowed their brows, confused.

"He means 'carry on' you bunch of idiots!" Rave yelled, beady eyed, watching them as they resumed the oiling and cleaning of their AR-15's. Satisfied, he turned back to the general, "What are you doing back here for anyway, big ears?"

Anar blinked; "watch it, you. I picked you especially for this training role so you could shout and smack people with your swagger stick. I can always send you back to the records room. I still haven't installed any windows in there. Or air-con."

The corporal paled, "sorry mate, ah, slip of the tongue. Is there anything in particular I can help you with, today, general, sir?"

"No, I'm just being nosey." He gave the corporal a sharp look, daring him to make a snout-based joke but the dinosaur didn't bite.

"No problem, sir, always a pleasure to have your company, sir."

G_reat. Now he's going to lay it on thick with the 'sir's'. Can't win._ He changed the subject, "what's with the name 'cake squad', anyway?

Rave grinned, "they cleared the cafeteria of pudding last night, greedy buggers. Thought it was funny, though no-one else did of course, and I have to call them something for paperwork, don't I?"

Anar nodded. There were only so many Black squads and Death squads you could file until they became indistinguishable. There had been a pink squad once. That had been lieutenant Rap's suggestion. It hadn't gone down well.

The general made his way down the line, safe while the weapons were unloaded of course. At the end was private Welwyn, his fuzzy antlers catching the sunlight, absorbed in his task. A forest guardian, in his army. Who'd have thought? If only the press would report on their diverse enrollment pledge instead of telling the world that the general was a donkey. No matter how many times he told people that he was an aardvark it fell on deaf ears. Maybe they did it on purpose to wind him up. Wouldn't put it past them. He watched the slim light-skinned elf closely, paying particular attention to his backside and stepped closer. Noticing his general he saluted again and stopped what he was doing.

"You're a fast learner," Anar praised, "you're going to do well with us. Have you thought about joining the tank division?" That was his, after all. He could dream.

"I don't know where I'll end up," he admitted, "sir."

"Fair enough, fair enough. With sharp eyes like yours the snipers would be happy to have you, you know. Infantry's a little rough and ready for a noble elf such as yourself, I'd think, but I've been wrong before. You have any hobbies?" this was always a good question to go with. You never knew what interests you shared until you asked.

"I love animals," Welwyn replied, blushing.

I'm an animal, thought Anar, you can love me if you like. "That's great!" he enthused, "I have a spectral panther who lives in the astral plane and a nightmare for friends."

The elf's eyes widened slightly, not sure if his most senior ranking officer was joking or not. "Really, sir?" he asked, trying not to sound sceptical.

"Oh yes, me and magical animals, we get along. I have a little bit of dragon in my blood you see." It was a weird flex but he ran with it anyway. Wouldn't be the first time he made a fool of himself in front of a potential partner.

Rave made his way down the line of men with bullet boxes.

"Would you like me to help you again, today, sir?" Welwyn asked.

"No, no," Anar knew he shouldn't waste any time as he saw the dinosaur draw nearer, "but if you'd like some one to one rifle instruction with me later then I can arrange that for you. Seeing as you're doing so well. What do you say?"

Welwyn grinned at the offer, "I'd like that very much, sir, thank you."

Anar nodded. Right, better get out of the way before bullets started pinging all over the place.

He left the range feeling pleased with himself; that little chat had gone very well. Staff sergeant Clinker simply saluted and said "yessir" when the general told him that private Welwyn would be required back out on the firing range that evening. It was like he said, you could do anything with anyone, anywhere and at any time if you had a few stars on your lapels. Which reminded him, he needed to remember to wear his jacket.

At dinner, Rap wouldn't stop giving him the old side-eye; of course Rave had told him all about his second visit to the firing range to see the new recruits and have a little chat with the elf. Even if the corporal had zero interest in his friend and senior officers' love life he knew that Rap couldn't get enough of it and wanted all the juicy gossip. Well, there weren't any saucy details to share just yet. If private Welwyn wasn't interested there would be no tantalising tales ever and Anar would have to wait for the next intake to come through to try his luck.

Still feeling the watchful eyes of his lieutenant on him, he cleared away his tray and cup and headed out into the evening air. This part was always tricky - sometimes flirting didn't go as planned or was angrily rejected (though that was fortunately rare, non-existent as far as elves were concerned) Sometimes it all went completely over their heads and it took a well-timed intimate touch to get your intentions across. There was nothing more delightful than having a lovely young soldier boy melt when he put his hands on them and they realised what he wanted and were happy to co-operate. Of course, he had to be careful to communicate to them that they could say 'no' without any negative consequences. Positions of power must never be abused; that was how real monsters behaved. It was only fun if you had a willing partner and luckily most elves were more than up for it.

Welwyn stood by the bench, waiting patiently, his rifle in front of him. He saluted smartly, "general, sir, I hope you don't mind that I retrieved my rifle from the lock-up already?"

"Of course not, " Anar reassured, soothingly, "at ease, this is just casual". Always important to say that. Sometimes young soldiers got jittery around him. With a calm and soft masculine voice, the general covered most of what corporal Rave had taught earlier that day, adeptly demonstrating his own mastery of the weapon to the attentive elf. He took a few shots at the targets. Yeah I still got it!

The general shared some of the amusing things that he had seen in his time from watching past recruits and their antics. In next to no time Welwyn's laughter filled the air. It was the sweetest music.

Anar swallowed. Time to step it up a gear. He handed the rifle back. "it's a big weapon," he began, taking the elf's small delicate hands and positioning them on the grips, "and you need to know how to handle it." He rested the butt on Welwyn's shoulder, firmly, standing close behind him. "Or you'll get hurt."

Lightly he brushed the soft curls of blonde hair with his large grey fingers and moved his mouth close to a slender curved ear. "This baby can do some serious damage to a delicate creature like you."

Private Welwyn turned his head slightly and smiled, "I can handle it, sir," his voice trailed off as his keen blue eyes fell on the general's jacket and the metal feather badge that was glinting in the twilight, "oh," he breathed, "I didn't realise we could wear our Freedom pins." He blinked slowly up at his commanding officer, cheeks flushing.

Anar felt a jolt of pure happiness; naturally this sexy little thing was up for some fun - he was an elf! "Us buff soldiers have always enjoyed playing with loaded guns," he winked, laying the flirting on thick and wasn't disappointed as the private leaned back into him slightly, his narrow shoulders resting on the generals firm chest.

"You've got your hands on mine already, sir," Welwyn muttered in suggestive retaliation.

"So I do," Anar agreed tightly, resisting the urge to lean through the feathered wings in front of him and kiss his exposed neck, but only barely. Gods he loved elves! Welwyn's musky scent filled his wide nostrils and he felt his blood pumping through his veins with renewed vigour. "Make sure you've got a good grip on it," Anar advised as he took his hand away, leaving Welwyn in control of the loaded rifle, and placed it on the private's hip, drawing him in closer.

"Can I shoot my load now?" He asked the general cheekily, his smile wide.

"Go for it," the officer growled. His fatigues were suddenly feeling tight. "All this aside, I meant it when I said it can do some serious damage; recoil can shatter your shoulder you know so grip tight."

Welwyn nodded, pushed the rifle butt deeper into his shoulder and pulled the trigger. Fire spit from the muzzle as bullets sprayed towards the far targets, the weapons sheer power pushing the little elf further into the generals welcoming body. He fired again, clearly having fun.

Anar wrapped both his muscular arms around the elf's slim waist and held him tight, ignoring the feathers up his snout and stifling a sneeze. He felt the young recruits body shudder from the impact of the firing rifle and watched his lovely blonde curls bounce about his shoulders. There's something very erotic about fit young elf soldier boys wielding big guns while dressed in khaki, the general mused_, it does it for me at any rate!_ He'd missed the targets by a mile, but it didn't matter, after all this had just been an excuse to have him to himself for a little while.

The rifle clicked. Empty. "Oh dear," Anar whispered into the elf's ear, "you're all out of ammo, what will we do for fun, now?"

Quick as a flash Welwyn dropped the rifle onto the bench with a clatter and turned, his pretty face rising to meet the generals open mouth in a heart-thumpingly passionate kiss that swiftly turned into hard, desperate, tongue filled lip-locking. The elf's small hands ran up and down the generals shirt, rubbing at the strong body beneath.

Anar grunted appreciatively. He reluctantly pulled his head away, "lock-up. Now," he ordered.

"Yes, sir."

The heavy door thudded behind them as Anar tossed the empty weapon into it's storage container and yanked the door lock closed. He shrugged his formal jacket off and roughly shoved welwyn against the wooden shelving, pushing his mouth onto the elf's smooth, pale neck while leaning his body into him. The private eagerly accepted the attention, offering no resistance. Anar felt nimble fingers unbuttoning his shirt and was wildly excited, sighing at the touches to his bare skin. The shirt was flung to the dusty floor and he felt the elf's hands move down his back to his thick corded belt.

He stopped the neck kissing and looked into Welwyn's stunning blue eyes, pulling open the buttons to his stiff regulation uniform, exposing a beautifully toned chest, "You are one sexy little fucking elf, you know that?" he snarled, lustily.

"Well, sir, with all due respect you are pretty hot yourself."

"Ah, you mmmmff-" he clamped his mouth around a nipple, drawing a surprised yelp from the young soldier and leaving the rest of his sentence unspoken.

"Are you always this rough with your privates?!" he asked.

Anar's ears pricked up; "I do the jokes around here."

"Yes, sir," Welwyn laughed.

"Now shut up and touch me. That's an order."

Light, delicate kisses sharply contrasted with the grabbing hands that rubbed and squeezed each others bodies with purpose.

The lock-up was a great place for fooling around; being out of sight of the main building and in an area never used after dusk. Anar had ordered the sturdy interior lock to be fitted for this exact purpose and private Welwyn wasn't the first soldier to be at his mercy in here.

Inevitably they reached the final items of clothing in their frantic undressing of each other. The elf fumbled at the buckle of the generals belt whereas Anar's experienced hands had the elf's off and his trouser button undone in mere seconds.

"Let me show you," he winked, "for next time." The private blushed a deeper shade as he watched his senior officer adeptly open his own clasp. The belt fell open.

Elfin fingers rubbed at the generals groin, the outline of his very obvious erection showing through the fabric. Big innocent eyes widened.

"It's ok," Anar soothed, "I won't make you do anything you don't want to. Promise." He slipped his large grey hand inside the young soldiers underwear and stroked a finger along his length.

"I'm not ready to - you know," he stammered.

"Of course not," the general reassured, "we can wait for that. Let's just enjoy each other a little, how does that sound?"

The elf nodded, slowly.

Anar understood the downsides of being drawn to young recruits - inexperience and reluctance were nothing new to him. By the time they were eager and slutty it was passing-out parade day and the trucks were taking them to their new regimental bases, and thanks to how the Kaos Army operated that could be anywhere or anywhen in multiple dimensions. The blushing and fumbling was short lived though very enjoyable.

He rubbed Welwyn a little firmer, to encourage the young elf; once they felt pleasure they were eager to return it. Sure enough, his sexy little soldier closed his pretty eyes and sighed. Kissing his soft mouth, Anar nudged his pants down and began to work him properly. With faint little gasps the elf began to buck his hips.

Anar shivered in anticipation as nimble fingers drew his zip down. He wouldn't offer help this time, he wanted to feel himself be undressed. "Yes!" he urged, "strip me."

Soft elf hands laid him bare, trousers and shorts folded round his ankles. He kicked them away, impatiently. Moving in closer, their naked bodies pressing against each other and still greedily kissing they moaned softly as the illicit thrill of what they were doing heightened their pleasure. Occasionally their dogtags would clash with a sharp tinkle.

"You have such big hands, sir," Welwyn breathed, blushing deeper, embarrassed at his own words.

"Yes my little elf; big hands and a big cock. They're all yours, don't be shy now," he reassured, "tell me what you want."

"I - I don't want to sound silly," Welwyn mumbled wretchedly.

"You won't enjoy yourself if you hold back. Out with it!"

The authoritative tone worked a treat and the privates eyes widened with lust, "touch me, sir, play with me!" he moaned louder as the general generously fulfilled his request, large grey hands roaming over soft pale skin, stroking his intimate area enticingly.

"Good boy," Anar praised as the invigorated elf tugged harder at his throbbing animal dick; "keep going, I'm getting close. You ok?"

Blond curls bobbed in a nod, beads of sweat at his brow from the stuffy small cabin.

Anar pushed his snout into Welwyn's shoulder, grunting freely as his sweet elf brought him to completion with his nimble fingers, his cum spurting over pale thighs; "oh you dirty fucking elf you!" he chided, happily, snorting and blowing air from his big nostrils. Taking a moment to compose himself, he cupped the private's angular face and pushed his tongue deep inside his hot, ready mouth. With long strokes of his hand on his throbbing cock and stuffing his mouth full of his long aardvark tongue he took his beautiful willing partner to the very edge of ecstacy, his tight frame shivering and his tiny pointed nose flaring rapidly.

Anar pulled his head back, his eyes flashing, "beg!" he commanded, delighting in the elf's desperate pleads for climax, loving how his hot naked body was pressed into the shelving; so prone, so defenceless, so utterly fuckable.

"Please, oh please," Welwyn whined over and over again, his voice as soft and smooth as his skin.

"Such a good boy," Anar praised as finally the elf's body jerked and the general felt his hand become warm and sticky. "You needed that, didn't you?" He felt soft hair fall against his chest as the happy little elf nuzzled him carefully, his antlers poking at Anar's nostrils.

They stood for a moment, just breathing and holding each other, taking in all that had just happened.

"I've got a present for you," Anar murmured in the dusty silence, "open wide."

Welwyn opened his mouth, preparing for a kiss and was instead surprised by his general's fingers, poking inside covered in his own seed.

"MmmMMmm that's good, huh?" he laughed.

The elf blushed anew, "you got some on me too, sir. Look," he gestured at his dripping thighs.

"I don't think so, private. Cleaning up is your department. Got it?" The aardvark retorted brusquely.

"Oh, er, um. Yes, sir," The elf stammered.

As the general gathered his crumpled uniform he threw a pack of cleaning wipes from out of a drawer that had a combination lock on it. Welwyn dutifully cleaned himself up, watched closely by the officer. He held out his hand to place them back inside, spinning the lock. Welwyn's eyes darted from the drawer to him and back again. "What?" he asked, "you want to know what's in there?" A smile played on his lips as he finished buttoning up his black shirt. "That's my box of delights, that is," he winked, "but you don't have to worry about that just yet." He tied his boots and slid his heavy jacket back on. "So!" he grunted, buckling his sexy elf back up, "you enjoy that?"

"Y-yes," he stammered.

"You want more?"

Welwyn nodded, "yes, sir."

Anar beamed, widely, "excellent. Let's get you back to barracks." He unlocked the door and the chill night air blew in.

The private stepped out, feeling a hand grab at his backside as he did so.

"Did I tell you what a cracking arse you have, elf boy?"

"N-no, sir."

"Huh. Anyway," Anar continued, not moving his hand from the firm round buttock it was fondling, "I was thinking of calling you Winny. That ok?"

The elf blushed, "a pet name?"

"Of course."

"Do I... just call you sir?" he asked as they walked the path toward the main building.

"No, no. Everyone calls me that," he turned his head, "I like my boys to call me daddy. It's not negotiable." He watched the elf swallow nervously, "only when we're alone, of course," he quickly clarified, laughing, 'or it would be rather, ah, problematic." They walked a little further. "You're very quiet." Too quiet. Don't back out on me now. I'm mad for you.

Welwyn averted his gaze, shyly, "I'm a little embarrassed that's all, sir. I-I've done and said some things tonight that I never expected of myself." He looked troubled.

They stopped. "Look at me," Anar ordered. He did so, beautiful blue eyes blinking in the dimming light. "You are not just some sweet little elf boy, Winnie; you're MY sweet little elf boy and I want to enjoy you. I can't do that if you're shy. If we're going to have fun together then you're going to have to get used to embarrassing things." He stroked his cheek, lovingly. "By the time I'm done with you, tugging cock and begging to cum are going to be nothing. Nothing."

"yes, sir."

"No!" Anar chided, "try again."

"Yes, daddy."

The general glanced furtively around, pulled him close and kissed him deeply. "Good boy."

He dropped him off with staff sergeant Clinker who sent the elf off to bed and gave his general a knowing wink, "I'll look after this one, shall I, sir?"

Anar nodded, "make sure no-one else gets any ideas. He's mine!"

"Yessir!" the big orc rumbled, saluting.

The general hummed happily to himself as he made his way to the officer's mess for a drink before bed. Rap and Rave waved from the pool table as he ordered his usual bottle of Budweiser. He ambled over, sipping contentedly.

"Been busy?" Rap asked pointedly.

"Ohh yes," he grinned.

"Dirty sod. How many is that now? In your little book?"

"I don't know what you mean," Anar shrugged.

"No, no, butter wouldn't melt," the lieutenant sighed. "Seriously though, are you going to shag every elf that comes through here?"

Anar replied that, yes, he bloody well would and keep your voice down for fuck's sake.

"Those new recruits are barely legal!" Rap hissed, insistantly.

"I know," he sighed, dreamily, "just how I like them."

"Bloody hell mate, why can't you just settle down with someone your own age? Like me and him," he jabbed a claw in Rave's direction.

"What?" Rave asked, realising he was being talked about.

"Nothing!" They both shouted in unison.

"Maybe turn your attention to girls?"

Anar shrugged. He had no particular preference really. Girls. Boys. Both were fine, but he at least had some luck with guys. "I do like a nice pair of tits but girls are hard to find in my position. I'm surrounded by men. Young, sexy men. I fucking love me an elf soldier."

"Yes, dear, I had noticed."

He finished his drink and made his way up the steps to his private quarters tucked away at the back of the building. Access was granted by a hand scan. He'd add Winny's to it soon - elves were allowed the luxury of his bed for nocturnal activities, unlike his orc boys who were lucky to kneel on a blanket in the lock-up. Elves were too soft and fragile for that sort of rough treatment, precious treasures that they were. Winny would have paled at the contents of his box of delights that he had been so interested in - they had left many young, innocent orc recruits trembling with weakness.

Sitting on the quilted bed cover, he ran a hand over the soft fabric. One day, his pretty little elf would be here with him, ripe for the taking. There had been three before him, and all of those dark elves with flowing white hair and delicious ebony skin. They'd all had tight, perfect bodies that fit so neatly beneath his own bulky frame, eager to make love through the night. He couldn't wait to hear the creaking of his bedframe again and the ecstatic moans that accompanied them.

Winny was a rare find, indeed; a pale elf of the noble kind. Like a diamond in dust. What on the planet was he doing here?! Stupid sexy creature. He sighed and moved to the bathroom to brush his teeth, preparing for bed, his head full of erotic fantasies.