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The Lustful Dream

In his dream, he was walking below decks without ever having ever left his room. He wandered the hallways, as if it had been his turn on watch, carefully opening doors and seeing his crew either collapsed into sleep on their hammocks or resting peacefully in their rooms. It was an encouraging sight, they were all safe and alive even after their harrowing night. But at the end of the hall was his first mate's quarters, and while normally the delicately carved door covered in leaves and birds was a welcome sight, Merlyn felt uneasy upon seeing it. A great dark shape moved in front of the door and with a sinister clawed hand, it reached out to him.

He shouted.

The hand that clamped over his mouth was immense, he struggled against it.

"Shh," Grotmire hissed in his ear, "we're in the otherworld, if you don't want it to see you, it won't."

When the twisted shadow grasped nothing but the air directly in front of Merlyn's nose, it shrank back and then disappeared into nothing.

Merlyn sighed with relief.

"Come this way," Grotmire said, his skull bracelet jangling, "into the realm of the elementals."

"The realm of the what?" Merlyn said.

Grotmire was not deterred by his confusion and Merlyn could do nothing in his strange not-dream but follow him. A door opened up in the heart of the ship that Merlyn knew didn't actually exist, it was a door wreathed in flames. But Grotmire stepped through it like it was nothing and Merlyn could only walk through with him, following what little logic existed in such a state. He knew somehow that Grotmire would never lead him to harm.

"It's the world of spirits we shamans speak to in the name of our people," Grotmire said.

"Spirits?" Merlyn said.

Grotmire let out a sigh, "elves wouldn't understand, their spirits sing to them at the graveside peaceful and melodic. For orcs, it's much different. Ours keep the fires of war burning and warn us of things to come."

"What was that thing then, that shadow?" Merlyn said.

"The evil haunting your ship," the orc said, "there is a betrayer but my sight can only see so far. I don't know their name or anything about them, only that what they brought with them is trying to destroy you."

"Why me?" Merlyn said.

"Because you were born to be my bride," Grotmire said, "and save my tribe from extinction."

The flames began to coil around them, they looked like phoenixes as they circled their bodies. The massive muscled orc glowed with an entrancing light, and despite his harsh features there was a longing in his eyes.

"Is that what the elementals told you?" Merlyn asked.

It was all just a dream, that's what Merlyn told himself. In that case he could do anything, including make love with an orc without any thought to his responsibilities. The room melted away to become an orcish hut filled with the strange, mystical masks and staffs that their shaman preferred. It was such a tribal place that Merlyn couldn't help but recoil at its brutishness. He had read so little about the orcs strange practices and their intimate rituals with the elves they mated with that seeing it for real was something out of a fantasy. Shamefully, he felt a hot burning deep inside of him, filled with a desire to know more. He sat at the fire, looking up in wonder at the starry sky he could see through the woven roof.

"I already know the story," Grotmire said, "so I shall tell it to you."

Grotmire sat down next to him and tossed colored ash onto the flames, they rose with a mystical smelling smoke.

"Millennia ago male elves were our rightful companions," Grotmire said, "and friends to our women. They'd live in their elven villages with their wives until the orcs would come and choose which one the tribe would take home, keeping all in balance. But over the centuries things changed, the elves found their own society and the orcs allowed them to part from them to find their own happiness. Many years later when the wars broke out between our peoples, once again, elves and orcs were brought together in battle. Through violence and forced relations, that sacred connection was once again discovered. I'd like our peoples to be joined together in friendship once again and not in war and so too do the elementals. They see a future that elves should have the chance to join us willingly without bringing shame to anyone or war to our nations."

"I've never heard that story," Merlyn said, "I'd think most elves would find it ludicrous that any of it happened. Yet, all of those strange erotic tales in Gel'dorai's library mentioned elven men could become pregnant if they were loved by an orc. I suppose there would be no sense to it unless it had at one time been an ordinary occurrence."

"Traditionally, one elf per tribe was an expected boon," Grotmire said, "some were greedier than others stealing more from warring orcish tribes and at other times the elves wished for the protection of the orcs from their enemies and sent more of their fellows to us as a sacred gift. Elves can live for ages, orcs not so much especially since they're prone to waging wars. There was a balance to all."

"What happened to the Rockbiters," Merlyn said, "you were mighty, I remember that name during the war, though I never encountered them myself. Great strategists and mystics from the mountainous lands and numerous warriors that made up one of the great armies we fought against."

Grotmire appeared stern, "a great darkness came and ruined us, and now it threatens both orcs and elves. It wishes to overturn the balances for itself and drain the world dry of any goodness it can succor."

"What can we do about it?" Merlyn asked.

"Nothing, yet," Grotmire said, "only wait in the waking world until these evil ones show themselves. Then I'll defeat them and my bride will be free."

"What will you do then?" Merlyn asked.

"I would have you," Grotmire said, his dark blood colored eyes turning lustful, "in the most brutal of ways. We orcs love cruelly, the more lovely the creature the more we wish to despoil it and have it mewling at our feet. The greatness and strength of the elves made to bend to an orc's will was once seen as the mightiest of conquests and I tend to agree."

"If this is just a dream," Merlyn said, as he glanced up at Grotmire with eyes filled with innocent lust, "then we can do anything."

It was too much for Grotmire to resist and since there weren't any consequences in the dream, Merlyn felt only the most adoring feelings of love even as his hair was roughly grabbed.

"You were born to be my bride," Grotmire said, "and bare my children. Having you in a dream will never be enough. And yet- you tempt me now! I'll show you what orcs call love and you'll find out for yourself why we were forbidden from your cities for so centuries!"

While being guided towards the largest orc cock Merlyn had ever seen, he felt nothing but gratitude. Merlyn took the enormous tip into his mouth and partway down his throat. He could taste the precum, sticky and salty and was fearless, despite knowing that orc fluids had peculiar effects on elves. But it was only a dream, was what he could still tell himself and nothing at all would happen no matter how far he went.

"Swallow my cock," Grotmire said, "your elven mouth was meant to be an orc's pleasure hole."

"Mmphh," Merlyn could only make pleasing sounds as his mouth was filled by orc dick.

The orc's cock thrust in and out of his mouth strongly, the tip dribbling precum down his eager throat.

"Drink my semen, future bride!" the orc said, thrusting strongly.

Merlyn groaned in pleasure, being used in such a debasing way by such a beastly man was thrilling. It wasn't like being with another male elf at all, something he'd not particularly enjoyed. This was a debasement that felt as sacred as a marriage under an ancient grove. Merlyn trembled all over, his penis twitching just as Grotmire shot great gobs of semen down his throat.

"On your back," Grotmire said, "splay yourself like a harlot. This is our night, our practice. Someday I'll have you without anyone or anything to stop me, that day you'll become the Rockbiter's sacred whore."

Delirious from the semen in his stomach, Merlyn wanted to obey Grotmire to please him more than anything. While it was possible to resist and certainly, he could have walked away if he wanted to Merlyn had no reason at all to disobey.

He laid on his back, knowing his pink hole was exposed. Merlyn flushed all over, twitching, the dark gaze of Grotmire on his prone and lithe elven body.

"What perfection," Grotmire grunted, the highest compliment he could hope to give an elf, "it will be a pleasure to make it a swollen love hole for my cock."

"Oh, oh yes!" Merlyn cried, excited by the thought already.

Grotmire leaned over him, he pressed the tip of his enormous penis against Merlyn's delicate hole. When Grotmire pressed into him, even the first inch made Merlyn moan in lust, despite its enormous size nothing hurt. It only felt good. The orc semen was doing its work and making his body slack and compliant.

"Make me into your bride!" Merlyn groaned, filled with lustful shame, "It's all I've ever wanted!"

With a mighty thrust, Grotmire's enormous cock had pushed its way inside. The dream made it feel real, even if it wasn't and Merlyn found himself trembling and nearly driven out of his mind from the feel of his womb being invaded.

"Remember this, when you wake up," Grotmire whispered hotly into his ear, "the purity of your desires- and my endless love for you!"

Grotmire thrust into him deeply, his massive penis opening up something deep inside Merlyn, making his elven womb tremble. Merlyn was besides himself with pleasure, he could see the past, the future, everything in between. He could see the earliest days of elves and orc relations, how they lived together. How orcs mated their lithe and beautiful forms, and filled every twitching begging elf hole with semen as much as they could. He could feel his destiny, to become such a bride. To swell and make orc infants restoring the mighty Rockbiter tribe with innumerable descendants. And he would draw other elves to them, too, to despoil in the same way.

With a shuddering gasp, Merlyn woke up in his own bed. He trembled all over. He wasn't despoiled and surely wasn't pregnant, it had all been a very strange dream. But without a second's thought, Merlyn grabbed his own penis and thrust into his hand and came, again and again, to the thought of it. How he longed for huge orc dick to despoil his innocent hole! How he wished that his manhood would be changed by the mighty green skinned orcs into something molded into their liking. How he longed to be filled in that secret place all elven men possessed due to their ancient past together as one species.

But it was only a dream...and Merlyn could never abandon his ship, or his duty to his crew that he had promised to uphold with his own life. Utterly spent, he found himself helplessly weeping at the thought of never being embraced by Grotmire in his waking, real life.

Once Merlyn managed to control himself, he readied himself to make his way on deck. To his nervous delight, the shaman Grotmire was holding onto the ship's shroud, his gaze on the open sea. It was a peaceful, beautiful day and they weren't terribly far from Gel'dorai's magnificent port. It was all working out so well, after their troubles but Merlyn couldn't help but feel sad the closer they drew to the end of their journey.

Considering the great sigh that came from Grotmire, he was likely feeling the same way.

Flushing slightly, Merlyn glanced to the deck noticing an absence of green skin.

"Where are your men?" Merlyn asked.

"Still resting below decks," Grotmire said, "but if there's anything you require, I'm here to assist."

Merlyn couldn't help but smile, such a massive and intimidating creature was so kind to him.

"It's greatly appreciated," Merlyn said, "without your help and those of your crew, we would be dead."

"I fear we haven't done enough," Grotmire said.

"The ship practically steers itself," Merlyn said, "and with our hold emptied of its goods prior to coming upon your own ship, the sailing has been mostly swift. However, without the extra hands to help us navigate that most alarming storm, I doubt any of us would be left even if we had survived a fall into the sea."

"It's not a death on the sea that holds any fear for me," Grotmire said.

Glancing around and noticing that so few were on deck during the peaceful day, Merlyn dared to ask a question that weighed heavily on his mind.

"Are dreams more meaningful to orc shamans" Merlyn said, fumbling in his question, "do they mean something other than desires and wishes best not spoken in the waking light?"

The glance that Grotmire gave him may have been short but it slid over him with a burning, dark desire that Merlyn could recognize from the previous night.

"Dreams are a half of life," Grotmire finally said, "and speak the truth of things better than waking mouths."

"Please, tell me," Merlyn said, his voice slightly trembled, "I don't know when I should get to ask next once we arrive in Gel'dorai. Tell me what sank your ship, from one lovelorn dreamer to another? I wish to know what enemy you faced that was so fierce it left your tribe with so few. I've no idea if after this one trip we should ever have the chance to meet again. Don't look at me like that, you know it as true as I do. Duty binds us both."

Grotmire shuffled, the skull bangles on his wrist dangled ominously. He looked out at the sea, his gaze sad and longing.

"Out of love for your people, I will tell you so you may prepare them even though it goes against what the elements suggest. Many eons ago from the great belching cracks in the earth came demons," Grotmire said, "these things only wish for all in the world to become like themselves. They hate us orcs, we have the love of the elementals and long ago had the love of their favorite race, the elves."

"But the demons haven't been seen for almost twenty eras," Merlyn said, "they've all but passed into myth. You can't say with surety that demons decimated your tribe surely-"

Grotmire's eyes grew dark, he said nothing more. It wasn't that he was offended, rather that any reasonable person would have doubted it as a possibility. This brought a chill to Merlyn, demons were the most frightening of enemies, exceptionally powerful and destructive. If they did exist and walked with earthly hooves once again, then it wouldn't just be the orcs who were troubled by them but every sentient creature in existence.

"The elements kept the demons at bay," Grotmire grunted, "and now the elements churn, unable to contain what once was captured in some other place."

"The sin caves," Merlyn said, "if what you say is true, it seems extremely improbable that they could have ever awoken from such a prison."

Merlyn didn't know what to believe, was there some other creature or group of beasts who had looked like the demons of legend and been mistaken for them? It seemed far more likely than the real hellions themselves breaking from their mysterious and supposedly infinitely powerful jail.

Suddenly the boat lurched and Merlyn was thrown to the side, once again, it was only Grotmire's quick wrench of his arm that saved him from tumbling over. The warmth of the massive orc's body had Merlyn blushing but before he could think of anything complimentary to say, something more pressing was brought to his attention in the sky.

It was the late afternoon change of shift and suddenly there was a strange cry in the air that startled the arriving elven crew. They looked up to the sky, it wasn't a seabird but something large and dark against the sun.

"Captain! Captain!" a crewman cried, "it's- it's something! I don't know what! Something from a nightmare!"

In an instant fog rose from the dark waters as they began to churn. Clouds darkened the sky and a great storm began to brew. Large bat-like figures swarmed around them and what remained of the sun was blotted out by a ship that loomed, sinister and huge from out of nowhere.

"The ship, captain, at the helm!" Grotmire shouted, "To arms, warriors! They're here!"

Shrieking down from above them was a creature so malformed that Merlyn wasn't sure what exactly he was looking at. It swooped at him and its clawed hand tried to hit him with a spiked mace. Thankfully his elven reflexes were quicker and he managed to tumble across the deck and scramble to the helm before he was thrown into the waves. The rest of the crew was being attacked, the orcs smashing into the screaming creatures with their own axes and quickly covering the ship's deck with bright purple blood.

"Demons!" a crewman cried in a panic.

To Merlyn's terror, one of the bat creatures came down from the sky and plucked the screaming crewman from his ship and disappeared into the fog. The attack sent the crew into hysterics, they were struggling to get weapons rushing in a chaotic mass.

"To arms!" Merlyn tried, "stay calm! Gather your weapons and hoist the life boats!"

"Demons!"

"That's impossible!"

Their cries of disbelief echoed around the ship.

Just as the elves were rallying the fog parted on deck and a humanoid shadow began to take shape. It was a beautiful man, or would have been, without its enormous curved horns and far too large mouth. It chuckled behind its delicately clawed hand and grinned, displaying his sharpened blood-stained teeth. The robes it wore were a finely decorated red and black, the colors of the demonic guard from millennia past.

"Goddess preserve us!" Merlyn said, "Mother moon protect us!"

The demon approached Merlyn, and swiped at him knocking off his Captain's hat and shredding it into ribbins with merely a glancing blow.

"That's Prince Mardox to you, little elf," the demon chuckled, "have some respect of those who are you superiors."

"How?" Merlyn asked, shocked beyond belief.

"It's astonishing what doors you can open when elves become very old and very bored and go mucking about in things that should be left well alone," the demon prince said, "bow down to your future monarch, little elf. We'll be taking your crew and your ship and feeding these orcish dogs to my very hungry pets."

It was difficult steering the ship towards Gel'dorai while facing such a nightmarish foe, Merlyn knew it was their only hope to get near enough to the capital the elvish navy would have a chance to retaliate. With the elven fleet assisting from the opposing side, they'd at least have a fighting chance. But they were still far enough away that even a magical flare would do no good. It was an impossible gamble to make that distance in enough time, though Merlyn wasn't about to give up without trying his hardest.

"You're going to be my first bride," Mardox chuckled, "I can't wait to drag you to the pleasure palaces and watch the very fabric of your mind come unraveled. Men, women, no matter who or what they think themselves have fallen at my feet in lustful slavery. Bow to me now and I may be merciful, I'll go lightly on your mind and let you retain some semblance of sanity."

"You'll have to kill me first," Merlyn snapped, "before I ever bow to demons!"

"I suppose I could also do that," Mardox said, pointed tongue flicking with excitement, "but I rather like the look you're giving me. I can't wait to see it weak and despoiled."

Mercifully, the elves were not alone and Merlyn least of all. Beating his way through the shrieking, bat winged demons the shaman Grotmire had made it to the helm to assist.

"You won't be taking anything!" Grotmire growled, "go back to your own filthy heap on the sea before I banish you into the shadows, beast!"

Prince Mardox laughed behind his clawed hand, narrowing his eyes.

"The remains of the mighty Rockbiter clan, such a tragedy we hadn't managed to destroy them in one fell swoop," the demon said, "very bold of an orc to befriend an elf. I'm surprised he hasn't raped you already Captain, to keep you for himself."

"They aren't like you," Merlyn said, "orcs still have their sense of duty!"

"Stay away from him!" Liria shouted, the youngest man on the ship.

The hot headed young crewman stood in front of Merlyn, to his horror, brandishing a mere dagger.

"Get below decks!" Merlyn shouted, "you ridiculous man!"

"You're the captain! I'll defend your life from these hideous beasts," Liria said, "if it's the last thing I do!"

"They won't kill you, they'll capture you and do terrible things!" Merlyn said, "get off the deck! That's an order!"

"Perhaps he's offering himself to use," Mardox said, "in exchange for your safety. I certainly wouldn't mind such a lovely elf in my court of pleasures. And so young, most elves seem so old by comparison. Dried up almost the moment they leave their mother's wombs, ha ha ha!"

In a whirlwind of smoke the demon vanished then reappeared in an instant beside Liria, who was near frozen with terror.

"Come closer, little elf," the demon hissed, pointed tongue flicking.

Grotmire intervened, he grabbed the skull beads around his own neck and began chanting in a strange orcish tongue. A shield suddenly appeared around Liria, the demon swiped at it but his vicious claws simply bounced off.

"How dare you deny me the treat of this innocent's blood," the demon said, "I can't wait to murder the last of your ignorant tribe of fools. Get ready to die, orc scum!"

The demon was about to conjure something horrible, it's clawed hand crackled with nefarious energies but they went out like a blown lamp. The shield around Liria vanished to suddenly reappear around Mardox trapping the demon prince inside.

"We shamans no matter how ignorant still know a few tricks against your kind. Sit there and rot," Grotmire said, "vile cretin."

"You just wait," the demon hissed, "soon, little elf, I'll break free. Even the power of the greatest orc shamans of the world is nothing compared to a demon's abilities!"

The shield held but Grotmire turned to Merlyn with a very stern expression.

"We must abandon the ship," Grotmire said, "the demons have been tearing it apart from the inside for days without us realizing it. And the escape vessels they were sabatog-"

There was a shout from the side of the boat, "they're gone!"

Making a mad dash, Merlyn managed to stabilize his ship from the helm. It was quite possibly the last time he'd ever do so. The ship was beginning to break down, the demon assault was tearing the hull apart and if anyone hoped to live, they had to disembark.

"We've been sabotaged!" said Ellia, his third in command.

"Yes," Grotmire said, "I can hold this demon here for a time but only one boat is left. You must decide who to send to Gel'dorai, the rest I can use my abilities to take us to the home of my tribe. My shaman magic can only send us there once, there's no other way to escape quickly enough with these beasts assaulting us!"

"Then I leave it up to my crewmen to decide," Merlyn said, "Ellia! Help me, get those who wish to return to Gel'dorai on the remaining boat, those that wish to come with me to the orc lands by my side. Quickly!"

The orc warriors had begun to battle their way through the encroaching demons and attempt to free any elf they could, one of them had plucked Liria from the arms of a demon bat just in time to save him.

"I won't abandon my captain!" Liria shouted, "bring me to him!"

Some crewman had already been swept up by the demons, despite the best efforts of the orc warriors but enough remained to undo and manage their escape on the one rescue boat they had. It would transport them to Gel'dorai almost instantly. Three elves were now left under the protection of Grotmire, though his shield was starting to crack. Prince Mardox wasn't exaggerating his formidable powers, his face was growing more hungry and twisted by the moment as if he were changing into something.

"I won't leave your side," Ellia said, "the rest have gone but I worry they still might be followed."

"Don't worry," Grotmire said, "I have no doubt it's the Rockbiter clan they'll try to hunt when their ship recovers."

A loud explosion rocked the deck, it seemed the orcs had been busy below making a potent explosive from magical artillery that had been stored below decks. The demon ship shifted and the orcs began to rally even as the fighting intensified.

"So few of us," Merlyn said, "what will happen to the rest?"

"They fight and die as true Rockbiters," Grotmire said, grimly, "we must leave before they come after us."

"Then I will kill them before they touch a hair on my Captain's head," Ellia said.

Grotmire grunted, the shield had begun to crumble the demon growing almost gleeful.

"Gather around me," Grotmire said, "get close!"

Before Merlyn could grab a hold of Grotmire's mighty arm, he was punched hard by Lendin, who looked wild with violence.

Merlyn tumbled to the deck to the outcry of his remaining elven companions.

"He's gone mad!" Liria cried, "The orcs are helping us, Lendin! They're not responsible for this!"

"How dare you side with orcs! The demons will have you, they'll make you beg!" Lendin said, grabbing onto Merlyn, "another step, and I'll slit his throat!"

Lendin had positioned an elven dagger at Merlyn's neck and pressed just hard enough to draw a drop of blood.

"It was you," Merlyn said, suddenly, "you brought them here, didn't you? How dare you!"

"Shut up!" Lendin said, "You've no idea what I've seen, been shown by Mardox and his army! The demons are rebuilding their kingdom, soon they'll conquer everything just like before! They're the real monarchs of this ancient land, they were here before elves, before orcs! Before everything! And I wasn't about to become one of their debauched slaves! I'd rather die! More importantly, I'd rather sacrifice this ship and everyone in it to become a general in their armies! That's much preferable to some magic hungry whore in their pleasure palaces!"

"Foolish welp! All you've sacrificed is yourself and the elven people you swore to protect," Grotmire shouted.

With his quick archer's reflexes, Merlyn elbowed Lendin in the face, he threw him away into the shield around the prince, exploding it with a hideous crackle.

The demon prince had turned itself into an enormous snake with a demonic face, it grinned and leered as it slithered around Lendin who was oblivious to its presence until it was already too late.

"How dare you suggest- Ah!" Lendin cried, struggling onto his feet.

"If I can't have the ship," Mardox hissed, "then our deal changesss little elf!"

Lendin screamed as the serpent began winding around him.

"No! You can't! We had a deal! Demons have to keep their end, it's in their laws!" Lendin cried, struggling against the coils, "I refuse! I refuse to become your slave!"

"Only if you had succeeded in the first half of our agreement then you could say it was true," Mardox chuckled, "this is my consolation prize. You're mine!"

"I'll kill you!" Lendin screamed, "I'll die before I join you!"

Lendin had been no slouch in battle and put up a wicked fight with the monstrous serpent, struggling and beating at it. The demon only laughed at him, coiling around him further. Just then, the hull creaked ominously, it was time for them to go. Everything Merlyn had loved would have to be abandoned. The High Seas was doomed to sink while the screams of Lendin were growing louder as the serpent began to carry him into the fog, to who knew what end.

Merlyn said grimly, "he made his choices."

"Captain," Ellia said, "we forgive you for leaving one behind. Let's leave this place!"

Grotmire once again chanted in his strange orcish tongue and together with the remaining two orc warriors, the elves were engulfed by a beautiful red light.

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