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Notes: The final chapter to the Elven Captain's Desires! Feel free to enjoy this story as is or to purchase a copy of this story as support on smashwords! I also have a big collection of all the orcs and elves short stories up for grabs if you want to check that out as well. As always, thanks for reading! And enjoy!

The Waking Dream

After the light faded, Merlyn could see clearly again. He recognized the bleak orcish landscape of dusty hills and scrub brush, red ochre ground and low wind blowing through the ragged rocks.

"Where are we?" Merlyn said.

"Not far from the remains of my village," Grotmire said, "a place filled with the rotten corpses of the dead."

Liria made a frightened sound and clung to Ellia's arm in solidarity.

One of the orc warriors closest to them snorted, "nothing bad will befall you as long as we still live, be brave little elf."

"I'm perfectly courageous in my own lands!" Liria snapped.

"The mountainous lands of the Rockbiters are a natural advantage," Grotmire said, "this is Dag, the other one is Skrug, they're trusted warriors and unfortunately, our only orcish survivors from the ship. Come, we must make haste across the anguished canyon and through the forest of sorrows. The survivors will be waiting for us, they'll help you escape back to your elven lands."

"I hope orcs aren't terribly accurate in their naming of places," Ellia said, swallowing thickly.

Even the seasoned Ellia paled at the hostile and bleak landscape he was confronted with. It didn't seem a particularly friendly place, Merlyn found it was even more hostile than he imagined. But it suited the gruff and powerful orcs who seemed more at home in the roughest, wildest lands than on his comfortable and civilized elven ship.

The companions trudged for what seemed like ages in the unforgiving landscape. It wasn't particularly warm but the air was terribly dry and windy and Liria was constantly shaking out his hair as the strong breeze coated it in orange debris.

"Above us!" Grotmire said.

They looked up and there, swooping in the sky was one of the demonic bats.

"Into the caves!" Skrug said.

They quickly dove into a nearby cavern for shelter. The bat swooped low, it's gleaming eyes watching the rocks, looking for them with hunger in its gaze. Eventually, it flew off.

"We've been followed," Grotmire said, "far too quickly. I had counted on them taking more time to find us. This isn't a good sign..."

"Do you think-" Ellia hesitated, "Captain, the ship had a magical locus for all the crew in case we should be lost at sea, or in some peril."

"If it survived the sinking of the ship, it's possible," Merlyn said, "but it would need a member of the crew to willingly give up their magical focus for it to work."

"That bastard Lendin!" Liria shouted, "I knew he was a bad apple, so filled with intolerable snobbery against anyone but himself!"

"Until today, I counted him as one of my best men and my first mate," Merlyn said, "I wouldn't reproach him too fast, I can't imagine what the demons have done to him to get that. He's not an evil man, only afraid. It was my own fault to not think to specifically destroy the locus."

"It wasn't your fault," Liria insisted, "there was no time."

Another bat swooped near the entrance of the cavern and circled around, eventually it flapped into the darkening sky unsatisfied by what little it found.

"We could cause the focus to falter," Grotmire said, looking up at the sky, "but I don't think you would like the how of it."

"Our lives are in danger," Merlyn said, "I doubt my men would quail before whatever is tasked of us to do so."

Grotmire heaved a mighty sigh, "the only way would be to change yourselves, to become a bride of an orc. When our nations were at war, it was a strategy to keep the elves from finding those we had captured in the ancient days, for the love of an orc changes elven magic into something much more primal. It's possible to foil the demons from taking you away but at a heavy cost to yourselves"

"But- but I'm a virgin," Liria said, clutching his hands to his mouth.

Ellia looked frightened but he was more quiet in his consideration. He glanced between Merlyn and Grotmire, his brows knitting thoughtfully.

"It is the most efficient way," Ellia finally said, "Liria, the demons would do far worse. An ancient ancestor kept an account of the demonic invasion when it happened, after an elf mated with demons even the greatest sorcerers could do nothing to help, only put the unfortunate soul out of their misery once their hideous captors were destroyed. I would do anything to avoid that fate."

"An elf mated to an orc can choose to go back to elven society even after centuries and become ordinary again," Grotmire said, "the end of the war attests to such things."

"I know," Ellia said, "I've known someone in that position many years ago, I can attest that it's true."

"It's your own choice," Merlyn said, "and I will do as my companions wish. Don't feel pressured one way or the other, I'm sure we can find of some way to hide ourselves from the demons if you're against it."

"We can distract the demons," Grotmire said, "it may mean the loss of our lives but I would do so proudly. You have assisted us this far and even if we warriors perish, we'll have distanced them away from the remains of the Rockbiters. It would be possible to make it to the port city, Ragefinder. There you would be able to board a ship and return to your elven lands."

The orc warriors were grimly stern, ready to allow the elves escape even if it meant their own deaths. It made Merlyn appreciate them even more for their sense of duty.

But it also made Merlyn feel sick, he didn't want to leave these grand warriors to their doom when they had so kindly helped him on his ship. More importantly, he didn't want to leave Grotmire who still looked at him with longing in quick glances. But duty called and he already knew Ellia's choice, as there was no question which path he would take with family waiting in Gel'dorai. Unlike Merlyn, who had nothing but his ship for most of his life. Liria was simply far too young to ever consider anything beyond his next mission, loyal to Merlyn as he was. Readying to accept the agonizing loss, Merlyn knew he too would stay rigid in the sense of his own responsibilities and Grotmire would have had it no other way. Perhaps it was fate that they were to be tied together, even if only by their noble sensibilities.

"I suggest we stay with the Rockbiters," Ellia said, "what do you think, Captain?"

Liria clutched the arm of Ellia but he said nothing in contest of his declaration. While still feeling some disbelief that they had come to that conclusion by themselves, Merlyn looked at both of them with an obvious expression of relief.

"You know how I feel about it," Merlyn said, "or you wouldn't have suggested such a thing. But I wish you wouldn't, on my account alone."

"It's a matter of life and death," Ellia said, "and supremely practical to consider. If there's one thing I'd rather avoid, it's to become the love slave of a demon. Down that path, there's no way to return. These orcs have assisted us greatly, far beyond what any elf would ask of them. They've been more than kind to us, it rankles me to think the demons should have even one more of their number when there's some way to prevent it."

The orc warriors shuffled on their rock seats, the two warriors were eyeing them curiously now. As if the layer of decorum they'd had to maintain on the ship was softening under the prospect of elven wives of their own.

"I must ask you again if this is what you truly wish," Grotmire said, "though I'm a shaman of some distinction, I don't think the Gel'dorai emissaries would approve without proper writs."

"Liria," Merlyn said, hesitantly, "are you sure?"

"I'll go wherever you go, Captain," Liria said, firmly, "you've never led me wrong."

"Then we've made our decision," Merlyn said.

"We will make preparations to stay here for the night," Grotmire said, "tomorrow, we carry the elves on our backs to the village."

"Surely, we'd be able to walk," Liria scoffed.

The way one of the orc warriors looked at him, made him pale slightly.

"We don't hurt elves," the orc said, in an attempt to be reassuring "not anymore."

"Of course," Liria said, "I'm not afraid of orcs."

The elves gathered together as the orcs unloaded their satchels and unstrapped their mat bedding making the cavern they had been forced to hide in as comfortable as possible. A fire was lit for warmth and the cave opening was slightly covered by brush to keep them hidden. It was all very efficient and Merlyn was impressed once again that creatures he had seen as so primitive at one time had such careful skills.

The shaman Grotmire took some herbs from his bag and threw them into the fire, the air smelled pleasant and the smoke disappeared, keeping them carefully hidden for at least another day.

"Quite a trick," Merlyn said.

The look he got from Grotmire lingered and smoldered with a lust so intense it made Merlyn flush all over with longing.

"Skrug," Grotmire said, "you're the eldest. Whichever one wishes to go to you, is yours. Dag, you're second, though if I had to guess I think you already have an admirer."

Liria had been caught in the curiosity of his gaze, he yelped and hid behind Ellia causing Grotmire to laugh, bemused at his skittish behavior.

Skrug snorted, amused, "that one, Ellia, I wish to be mine."

The brow of Skrug was heavy set, he was bald and enormous with a clanking necklace of bones and to Merlyn's eyes looked like the war torn orcs elves spoke about in their darkest imaginings. He had scars, the muscles on his arms were the size of an elven waist and he had a grimness about his gaze that would have made any man hesitate before challenging the large orc on the battlefield. The slim, beautiful form of Ellia who hailed originally from the forest realm, couldn't have been more opposite if he had tried. Not a mark was on Ellia's flesh, his red hair despite its slight cover of dust from their travels was still beautifully sleek and his eyes a traditional forest green. But even though he attempted to appear sure, there was a slight tremble in his step as he approached his would-be husband.

Seeing the way Ellia had overcome his fears had Liria steeling himself, he walked stiffly but confidently toward the rough looking Dag. Dag was a younger orc but had the same huge form and tough baring as his tribesmen. The jet black hair Dag had was roughly tied back and dangled with a few bones of small creatures. Liria in the most dramatic contrast was a lithe, high elf ranger from the very center of Gel'dorai's market district. His hair was blond and his eyes pale blue and he held himself with a careless grace.

"Captain," Grotmire said, nervous expectation in his voice.

"Merlyn," he said in reply, "I no longer have a ship, it's fine to dispense with titles."

With great bravery, Merlyn took Grotmire's rough and massive hand in his own fine and graceful one. He offered Grotmire what he hoped was an encouraging smile, he did believe they were doing the right thing.

"I know you're frightened Liria," Ellia said, the tremble in his voice evident despite his assurances, "we're doing this together. There's nothing to be afraid of."

"I'm not afraid!" Liria insisted.

"Orc fluids make elves peculiar," Skrug grunted, "all fear will vanish with just a taste."

The delicate blond trembled as Dag hauled him closer, his fear didn't bother the orc any as he began shoving his tongue aggressively down the elven man's throat as soon as he was close enough to kiss.

Liria let out a muffled cry at first, more in surprise than anything else. But very quickly, he was moaning and writhing against his orc lover's massive body.

"It's very fast working," Ellia said, his cheeks flushing.

"Try it for yourself," Skrug smirked, hauling Ellia against him, "or would you rather try my cock?"

Under ordinary circumstances, Ellia would be shouting his outrage. Instead he swallowed in nervous anticipation and got down onto his knees.

"I- I've always wondered," Ellia said hesitantly.

The squeals of Liria could be heard as he was disrobed and fondled by his large orcish lover, it certainly dampened any embarrassment Ellia might have felt over being too forward.

Skrug undid his leather belt and released his enormous green cock. Ellia gulped, nervously approaching it. It was without a doubt the biggest penis he had ever seen, orc, elf or otherwise. The tip was pressed against Ellia's lips, he hesitated for a moment, then he began to lick.

"That's right," Skrug said, "use that fine elven tongue for what it was meant for."

Ellia was overtaken by orc precum in what seemed like an instance. His body flushed all over and he began to slightly tremble. He quickly disrobed himself completely, gloriously nude and began sucking the cock in front of him deeply. The stiffness of his elven member showed Merlyn all he needed to know, the peculiar effects of orc fluids were on full display.

"Watch them," Grotmire whispered to Merlyn, "I know it's what you want to see. They're going to taken, mated, made into brides."

Merlyn shuddered just as Grotmire grabbed him from behind and began tantalizingly grabbing the flesh on his thighs, stroking him without touching his stiffened member. He tugged on Merlyn's clothes who was more than happy to oblige and reveal his nude flesh to his soon to be orc lover.

"And afterwards, what happens to them will happen to you," Grotmire said.

Grotmire spread Merlyn's legs and was rubbing his enormous orc cock between them, teasing with the smell of orc precum. It was so obscene, so indulgent, Merlyn nearly came at the thought of his crew being despoiled.

The young Liria had indeed been the least experienced among Merlyn's men but he was the first to be mounted by an orc cock. Arranged on his back with his pink and twitching hole exposed, Liria was flushed all over from the orc's oral attentions.

"Open your pretty pink slit," Dag grunted, "and I'll make you my woman."

"Ohh, what are you doing to me," Liria said, almost frantic, "orc fluids are dangerous! I can already feel it, I'm not going to be the same again if you penetrate me!"

The orc pressed the tip of his cock against Liria's twitching hole, as his entire body trembled but this time not from fear. It slowly pressed inside, until Liria had his knees almost by his ears. The enormous green testicles pressed against Liria's perineum and twitched as they filled with orc semen. The elf was sweating, trembling and groaning with pleasure, peculiarly his hole began to pulsate and swell.

Merlyn was watching avidly, the strange physiological effects were fascinating and deeply erotic. Here was the youngest of his crew, so affected by orcish love that his very hole was drooling around the enormous cock, becoming more delectably moist and supple for orc penetration. Swelling and pulsating, as if Liria was delighting in becoming the perfect receptacle for orc semen on an intrinsic level. And Liria's innocent face was contorted in pleasure, his tongue nearly slack and eyes wide. If Merlyn didn't know better, he'd think he had gone insane from it.

"Ah! Oooh!" Liria moaned, "I'm being broken! I'm being changed!"

"Squeal pretty elf," the orc grunted, "while I impregnate your drooling elf cunt!"

The first thrust made Liria tremble and instantly cum, his elven penis twitching and spasming spitting a few driblets of semen between them. But the orc's mighty cock had only begun its pleasurable assault, Dag pounded Liria mercilessly until the young elf came again, trembling and crying out. And then again as Liria's twitching body became limp and compliant to the orc's mighty thrusts.

"Take my semen, elf bride!" the orc said, "let it dominate your weak insides!"

"Ahh!" Liria cried, near delirious from all the pleasure he had endured, "I'm becoming his bride!"

With a roar, the massive orc cock began to spew great amounts of semen into Liria's hole in such vast quantity that it dribbled out and splattered onto the ground in thick gobs.

"Ooh," Liria moaned, twitching as the orc cock was removed from his gaping orifice, "there's so much semen, so much-I can barely contain it!"

"I'm not through with you yet," Dag grunted, "not hardly!"

The orc dove his cock back inside the elf's messy hole. If Liria had seemed mad before, he now appeared to be having an out of body experience. He was practically convulsing, despite being bent in two pressed into submission by a mighty orc cock.

"Yes- yes!" Liria began to cry, "you've broken your way in! I can feel it, your tip kissing my womb! Ah! I'm going to get pregnant!"

"I'm going to cum right inside your womb, elf," the orc grunted, "You're going to be pregnant, swollen up with orc children! That pretty body won't ever be the same, it'll turn into an orc's dream! A slutty elven love hole that loves orc dick!"

"Ah!" Liria said, his gaze going blank with pleasure.

When the great orc pressed deeply into Liria, it was as if he had pushed through something and was now pressed impossibly deep inside the young elf. Dag's huge testicles were twitching delightedly and he was covering Liria so thoroughly with his enormous body that Merlyn could barely see the young elf. Liria was moaning from underneath of him, an almost musical sound.

"You'll be a mother after this squirt!" Dag grunted triumphantly.

The orc grunted deeply, and spewed great gobs of semen into Liria's womb who groaned and shook in a way that seemed incapable of thought.

"Ohh," Liria cried, "I'm becoming a mother, after my first time!"

Nearby the handsome Ellia had been gobbling the cock of Skrug for some time, the semen had jetted all over his face and Ellia was shockingly rubbing it into his swollen, pink nipples.

"Oh, it feels so good," Ellia groaned, "orc semen is amazing! It's doing strange things to me, I'm not afraid at all any more! Oh! I think I'm in love! I understand you, Merlyn! I understand why you wanted to do these things!"

Skrug laughed at him, his enormous erection hadn't even flagged in the slightest.

"On your back elf, do you see your friend? I'm going to be sure you're as broken as he is," Skrug said, "take my dick in the name of your glorious captain!"

The orc was soon penetrating Ellia's hole while holding his slim thigh aloft. Ellia was exposing his body and its transformation to everyone, flushing and moaning while debasing himself for orc pleasure.

"Yes! Yes! Look at me, Captain! I'm being despoiled!"

It was impossible to look away, Merlyn eagerly watched as his crewman's hole was being forced open by an enormous green cock and made to swell up into a perfect receptacle for orc semen. Ellia was making an obscene expression, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he gasped in delirious ecstasy.

"Take your pleasure, little elf," Skrug grunted, "soon you'll be ours! Filled with our infants!"

Skrug began to thrust violently as he massaged and twisted Ellia's swollen nipples. They were becoming lush and pink and strangely arousing for Merlyn to look at. The handsome stalwart Ellia with his beautiful rust colored hair was indecently exposing himself, allowing an orc to despoil his orifice and change his strong seafaring body into a sensual bride's.

"Ah!" Ellia cried, "my womb! I can feel his tip against it! I can feel myself opening up to his sperm!"

When Skrug grunted and spewed his semen, it was to such an amount that it dribbled out of Ellia's swollen and flushed slit. It had become so pink and so twitching and open, it looked like a love hole made only for the massive turgid members orcs possessed. It gaped swollen and wide dribbling semen, as if begging for another orc cock.

"Ooh look at it," Ellia moaned, using his hands to spread himself open, "it feels so good! I can feel myself cumming non stop! I can feel myself breaking under their onslaught! I want to get pregnant, I want to be pregnant with orc children! What's happening to me? I love it! I love you, my orc master!"

Dag, who had been tormenting Liria's nipples glanced over at Ellia's freshly despoiled orifice and pressed the tip of his cock against Liria's extended tongue to his endless delight.

"Ooh yes! Ooh yes!" Liria's voice was soon distorted from the massive cock thrust into his mouth and down his throat.

The sounds soon became little more than the squealing of elves as they were fucked and the masculine grunts of orcs as they despoiled eager elven holes.

"It's time," Grotmire said, "this is what was meant to be, you and I, together. Harsh as it may seem, orcs mate with nothing but the deepest love for their brides and their brides feel their love in the semen they receive. Are you ready to become pregnant, Captain? So your crew may still see you as their leader after you take the dick of a Rockbiter shaman?"

"You're all I want," Merlyn said, cheeks flushing, "please, make me your bride."

Merlyn was nearly beside himself, he was so aroused. Grotmire thrust his thick tongue down his eager throat, he made love to Merlyn's mouth and violated it with orc saliva. In an instant Merlyn could feel what the others were talking about, it made him feel heady, aroused and excited. It wasn't as if he threw away all reason but it made everything feel so much more alive. So much more exciting. Merlyn saw his crewmen in a new light, he had led them here as part of his destiny. To give the Rockbiter clan their brides they had earned with deepest sorrow. And every orc cock that penetrated the tender elven holes of his crewman, he had loved for making their innocent, untouched orifices into despoiled pleasure slits for orc cock. Merlyn was so proud that his men had chosen such a place among the orcish people and because of that his own ruining by Grotmire would feel ever more so right.

"Ooh, Grotmire!" Merlyn said, "I love you! I belong with you and your tribe! Mate with me! Make me your bride!"

The orc grunted, he didn't have to say it. Merlyn knew he would be loved forever by this orc. That even if Grotmire were to perish, Merlyn would be held as Grotmire's rightful wife by his tribe and would have given him a horde of children. The tribe would choose many more husbands for him, and he'd be despoiled squatting out orc children forever in his memory.

"We were meant to be," Merlyn moaned, as his clothes were tossed away and he was laid out on a mat to be mounted.

Their unity would be eternal, their children would be terrors of the demon invasion and save elven kind from destruction and unite their peoples once again in elemental balance. And it was those romantic ideals that Merlyn was thinking of as an enormous orc cock began to penetrate his twitching, lustful and trembling pink hole.

"You're going to be the most perfect bride," Grotmire grunted, "the best woman I've had!"

"Oooh!" Merlyn moaned, he cried as his hole was breached so firmly, "Ooh! Take me, yes make me your woman! I adore you!"

This was what Merlyn had been waiting for his whole life, even if he hadn't understood it until recently. Grotmire's enormous cock was penetrating deep inside of him, it was pressing against his inner walls. He could feel his insides churning, his hole swelling with warmth and desire. But then, unlike his other elven companions, Merlyn could feel Grotmire easily plunder his inner womb without any resistance what so ever. It was as if his whole body had opened up and had just been waiting for Grotmire's cock to coat his insides with orc semen.

"It's touching me deep inside. I'm going to be pregnant," Merlyn moaned, "my first time with a man is going to get me pregnant!"

The powerful thrusts turned deep and rhythmic, Merlyn's hole was changing and was beginning to weep from the pleasure, swelling up as if it was nothing more than a slit for orc pleasure.

"Your womb desires this as much as you," Grotmire grunted, "it's let me in without any trouble. What a delectable elven slut!"

"I'm your slut," Merlyn moaned, "I'm giving up everything to be with you. Ruin me, despoil me for your tribe! I'll be with you for always!"

Grotmire was thrusting ecstatically, clearly the thought pleased him. He pounded deep inside Merlyn who was rendered nearly mad from the pleasure and began panting and drooling from the stimulation. The huge orc testicles slammed against Merlyn's tender backside, and he swore he could feel them churning with excitement.

"Oh yes, yes!" Merlyan moaned.

Merlyn felt the first spurt, the large jet of cum splattering against his insides and seeking deeply his freshly found womb. He knew then that he was immediately pregnant, his whole orifice trembled drinking as much semen as it could, greedy for insemination.

"Take it all, my beautiful bride," Grotmire groaned, "I'm going to fill you with so much semen you won't be able to walk without spraying it on the ground!"

"Ooh-ohh!" Merlyn convulsed from it, all the great gobs of semen filling him and spurting inside.

After a multitude of insemination and wild couplings, when Merlyn was allowed onto his knees by Grotmire, what he had said was true. The semen splattered from Merlyn's swollen hole, it was so full he couldn't help it. He trembled all over his body expelling gently in dribbles the excessive orc cum, as Grotmire grabbed his head and pressed his mouth against his huge, green balls.

"Lick them," Grotmire said, "worship what's impregnated you, in a few moments I'm going to have you again. You'll be squatting out orc children for the rest of your days because of it!"

Merlyn moaned, he eagerly lapped at the orc testicles, felt himself trembling at the thought of what their contents would do to him. He would happily suck and lick orc testicles for hours if it meant one more minute with an enormous orc penis inside of him.

"Ooh you're wasting it," Liria said, "I want it. I want the semen inside of you!"

Liria had crawled over, quite mussed from his multiple encounters. Dag laughed heartily at his bride's desirous moans.

"Look at my freshly made bride, shaman! He wants to pleasure yours," Dag said.

"Let him then," Grotmire said, "the pretty Captain deserves a treat. He's going to give birth to triplets after I'm done with him."

Liria began frantically licking and sucking Merlyn's swollen hole. He moaned when Liria's talented mouth began sucking on his slit's swollen edges. It was so pleasurable, Merlyn knew he would immediately be ready for any orc who wished to use his hole, no matter how large.

"Down now, pretty slut," Grotmire said, to Liria, "back to your man."

Liria was picked up bodily by Dag who gently carried him back to their mat. After pushing Liria onto his knees he mounted him again, to the elf's squealing delight.

Merlyn began to squeal pitifully himself, "please, Grotmire? Inside, I want more semen!"

"Hold still," Grotmire said, pushing Merlyn onto his back, "I'm making sure that womb is going to be filled as deep as I can."

"Ohh! Yes! I'm submitting to you, I'm begging for your semen!" Merlyn cried.

The balls Merlyn had been so lovingly worshiping were now slapping hard against his backside, he could feel them churn with excitement. He was so happy to be Grotmire's loving bride, he came at the thought twitching all over.

Grotmire pumped inside of Merlyn, pressing himself down on him. When the semen began to spurt, Merlyn could feel it entering deeply, filling up his womb.

"Ah!" Merlyn cried, he nearly wept from the pleasure, "You're inseminating me again!"

It went on for what felt like endless hours, until the elves collapsed in an exhausted heap with their orc lovers on their sleeping mats in the cavern.

"I love you," Merlyn managed to murmur.

"I know," Grotmire said.

"They've become brides," Merlyn said, "they'll be part of the Rockbiter tribe for always."

"And you are my wife," Grotmire grunted, "now rest, tomorrow we race against time."

While sleeping on an orc woven mat in a roughshod cave while clutching Grotmire's massive form, Merlyn felt such joy and such love as he'd never felt in his life.

In the morning, the elves managed to dress themselves on shaky legs and clean themselves with dew captured water. Their eyes were somewhat glazed and limbs trembled even when accomplishing simple tasks. But their elven pride wouldn't let them leave their sanctuary without neatly worn clothes and combed out hair, they persisted and soon appeared as the noble elvish crew they knew themselves to be.

"I feel strange," Liria murmured, "like I don't want to leave the cave, even though I know I should."

"It's just instincts of some sort," Ellia said, "I feel very odd myself. Like my mind is sometimes slipping away and coming back in turns. But I'm encouraged that all was as it was said, none of us have lost our sanity. We're hardly slaves, we can choose to do what we wish, still."

But the captain had other concerns, he looked at them and their struggles and felt a pang of guilt.

"Do you regret your decision?" Merlyn asked, somberly.

"Of course not," Ellia said, "we made the right one, for all of us. I'm certain of it."

Liria began panting slightly, it seemed that the orc semen had affected him more than anyone else and he was having difficulty focusing for more than a moment on anything.

"Liria," Merlyn said, sternly, hoping the commanding voice he knew would help,"pull yourself together. When we get to the village, you can be as free as you like. But for now, we must be as calm as possible."

"I-I'm trying," Liria said, as he pitifully fell to his knees.

"It's all right," Grotmire said, "you'll be on our backs. It would be impossible to run quickly in your state and we must outrun the demons on rough land."

There would be no opportunity to send word to the departed crew that had left on their boats for some time. The elves would do their duty, and if they had to, fight the demons as hard as they could to return to Gel'dorai with the damning news of their invasion. Merlyn was quite confident in that at least.

"I have complete confidence in both of you," Merlyn said, as smoothly as he could, "try to remember that, no matter what may befall us."

It wasn't an easy thing to remain standing but he tried, hoping his strength would perhaps inspire whatever remained of Liria's remaining ability to keep himself upright.

"What did you do to your wife, Dag," Skrug said, "he flops over limp, like a boneless fish."

"Drove him mad with lust," Dag said, laughing heartily, "he's really taken to being a bride, I quite like him. Now, get on my back little elf and I promise I'll get on top of yours later."

It seemed the promise of lustful debauchery had roused him more than Merlyn's commands, Liria managed to stand and arrange himself properly on the back of his husband. Merlyn was carried by Grotmire and Ellia by Skrug.

"It will be rough," Grotmire said, "but we're fast in our own lands. We know how the elementals heave and move under our feat over the centuries with their great stone faces."

The powerful legs and immense strength of the orcs helped carry the elves swiftly over the mountains, down perilous cliffs and through twisting, numerous rock forms until they were close enough to meet warg riders coming through the mountain.

"Who goes?" the orc rider shouted, he was wearing the head of some terrible creature as a hood.

"It is I, Grotmire, shama of the Rockbiters. I have returned," Grotmire said, "with word from the elementals and a great boon to our people. Let us in quickly, demons are nearby and we've stolen something great from their clutches."

An old orc woman greeted them at the gate, her eyes went wide and tearful from what she saw. Innocent elves clinging to the arms of their orc men, a sign that her people would flourish once again and the generations would continue to endure despite their desperate situation.

"Lurkcrag," Grotmire said, "prepare the huts for these elves, be sure they have the best of what we have. The demons may have come but the elementals haven't abandoned us to die!"

"Is that the one," the old woman croaked, pointing at Merlyn, "the beauty of your dreams? He arrives with others like himself, that was not entirely foretold."

"He is my bride," Grotmire said, "as decreed by the elements themselves. The one who saved us from certain extinction. I didn't know the how or why but this must have been what they had in mind."

"I-I haven't saved anyone yet," Merlyn said but his mind was too blurry to get out a further sentence.

"Quiet, captain," Grotmire said, "your mind will return to you eventually but you must give it time."

"We have been blessed by the elements," Lurkcrag said, her voice crackling with emotion, "lifted from our curse. Bring them in, I'll tell the other warriors. Skrug, Dag, it's good you're still alive. I mourn those lost. We will make house in this area until we can move on after the first births."

"So this is an orc village," Ellia said, "I can't deny I've always been curious but this one seems a bit run down."

"They've had terrible losses," Merlyn said, "mind yourself what you say, orcs don't take kindly to having their weaknesses pointed out."

"Did you hear that, Liria?" Ellia said.

Poor Liria could hardly reply and was simply weaving on his legs. it had taken all his mental energy to make it to their village. He collapsed onto his knees, panting slightly.

"Take my arm," Ellia said, "come on."

"We've made it all the way here," Merlyn said, grabbing Liria's other arm, "soon you can rest."

Together, they half carried Liria and made it into the hut before orcs had to help them. They crowded around the pit fire and collapsed on the mats on the floor. After their journey, Merlyn was starting to feel almost as Liria seemed. Lustful and crazed, his mind filled with all the things his new husband might do to him. Ellia was beginning to pant slightly and seemed much the same.

That evening, the foods stores of the Grotmire's were taken out and laid before their elven charges. The elder Lurkcrag made a feast for elves specifically in their hut, mostly vegetables as that was their natural diet but peppered with dried meat and other things that orc infants needed to grow big in their wombs.

"Eat well," she said, her voice crackling with amusement, "the warriors will want to become acquainted with you later."

Liria let out a soft yelp at the mention, snapping to attention.

"Eat first," Lurkcrag snapped, "then you get your dessert."

Merlyn chuckled softly, there was no where he'd rather be even if it was a small, rough hut near a dim cave. This was his home now, he could feel it. All was as it should be.

When the warriors were introduced Liria was on his back panting, hardly able to move.

"I've brought those who are worthy," Grotmire said to his warriors, "this one has been welped, mine is over there, the more lucid of them. The panting elf needs the most attention, perhaps two or three at a time. If he's pregnant or not yet, I don't know. Dag broke him in, as was his right and he went funny in the head from it."

The orc warriors chuckled among themselves. Dag had a reputation of being particularly brutish, they grunted their assessment of his ways and weren't terribly surprised by it. The orcs gathered around them and sat at the edge of the hut, watching the elves feast. Grotmire sat next to Merlyn and pushed various fruits and vegetables towards him, answering his questions if he didn't know what something was.

"What are we going to do about the demons," Merlyn said, "have messengers been sent to Gel'dorai?"

"For now, we celebrate. This is your wedding night," Grotmire said, "and a blessed time, one meant to be enjoyed by all. Tomorrow, we send scouts to see where the demons have set up their miserable camps and then, we send our messages to the elves. It should be enough to give your crew the back up they need to inspire Gel'dorai to defense."

"You've thought of all before me," Merlyn said.

"I won't lose you to the demons," Grotmire said darkly, "we orcs know how to put up a fight."

After the feast was cleared and the orcs had poured their libations in their mugs, Grotmire took Merlyn to a dim corner of the hut and laid him down. Merlyn laid on his back as he was penetrated by Grotmire's mighty cock and he knew there wasn't anywhere else he'd rather be.

"Oh I love you," Merlyn moaned, "I love you!"

"My perfect bride," Grotmire grunted, "the most beautiful elven slut I've ever known!"

The orcs began to have their pleasure with the other two elves. Liria had been held aloft by two orc warriors who were lavishing attention on his nipples licking and sucking them until they were swollen. He nearly went wild as he was suddenly penetrated by both their cocks. His pulsating pink hole was swollen and engulfed both of their massive rods easily, greedy for their semen like a hungry mouth.

"Oh yes, yes!" Liria cried, "I'm a slut! I'm a whore! I'm an orc's bride! Spray your smenen inside of me! I want your baby! I want triplets! Oh! I can feel it, I can feel it invading my womb!"

The two large orcs grunted as they spewed their cum inside of Liria's quivering hole, it was as if it had swelled in appreciation, becoming more fertile. While Liria had been the youngest among them, he was now the most debauched. His legs twitched even as the orcs held him aloft, all the semen splattering out from his swollen orifice, unable to contain such great amounts of cum. His face was lax with ecstasy, he was truly beyond pleasure and almost blank but nothing had made the young elf happier than spreading his legs for orc cock.

On his knees, Ellia's beautiful red hair had been grasped by strong orc hands. They were using him like a flesh hole, an object of pure pleasure. They had been dumping semen into his mouth after they had worked open his hole until it quivered from over stimulation. The massive green cock was going in and out of his mouth, dipping deep into his throat with every thrust. And the glazed look in Ellia's eyes told Merlyn that the elf had been swallowed up by the smell of orc semen. His flushed nipples and nude body were on display, while before he had been an efficient and rule abiding crewman he was now being used as a pleasurable hole and loving every debauched moment.

"Pretty elf," one orc grunted as he sprayed his cum down Ellia's throat.

When Ellia was released he was manhandled by the strong orc warriors onto his back. Their massive cocks were going to make him submit even further. Ellia writhed with delight, anticipating the penetration he had been longing for.

"Oh, oh yes," Ellia said, while orc semen dribbled from his mouth, "fill me up again! Devour my hole with your cock! I can stand it, I promise! I promise I'll work hard to take your penises as much as you want!"

"That's right elven slut," the orc grunted, "you'll be squatting out our brats in no time!"

The orc rubbed the enormous bulbous head of his cock against Ellia's sensitive overworked hole, the elf twitched and came from the smallest caress, his body visibly shuddering.

"Take my cum," the orc grunted, "devoted of our tribe!"

"Oh! I love you, I love you all!" Ellia moaned, delirious from it all.

In the following months they remained in the orc village, Merlyn noticed that Liria was still the most affected of the three of them. The mystery was revealed when Lurkcrag chanted in her strange orcish tongue and discovered what was happening inside of him.

"He's having quintuplets," Lurkcrag said, "magnificent. Elf magic is incredible, his body is stretching perfectly and his insides are in immaculate condition, there will be no problems with the births or any after I suspect. He's a most magnificent get and so loving towards our men."

Liria's nearly slack expression was a little alarming but Merlyn was just happy no harm was going to come to him, and he was perfectly healthy.

"He should be more like himself after the first birth," Lurkcrag affirmed, "for the moment, endure his excessive desires, he'll have wars fought over him in the future with a fertile body like that."

"As long as he's all right," Merlyn said.

"He's going to be just fine," Lurkcrag said, giving his shoulder a firm pat, "now, back to your shaman husband, he no doubt wishes for your company before the other warriors get back."

It was just as she said when the warriors arrived. Merlyn was immediately set upon by Grotmire and the other orc warriors came with him. Merlyn was being languidly mounted by his own orc lover, and he wasn't paying much mind to the delirious cries of Liria as he was penetrated by several warriors at once, including the lustful and brutal Dag.

"You've brought abundance to the Rockbiters," Grotmire said, as he slid his enormous cock inside of Merlyn, "hope to my tribesmen."

"It feels so perfect," Merlyn moaned, "I couldn't have asked for anything better."

Grotmire grunted and spewed semen deep into Merlyn's womb, he trembled all over in orgasmic pleasure unlike he'd ever felt before becoming a bride of an orc.

"This elven bride is the best," one of the new orcs said, "he's going to be squatting out half an army in a few years!"

"Look at how swollen he is," Skrug commented, his cock was being worked over by an eager Ellia while he smoked from a tribal pipe, "I bet he'll have triplets if we get him right, perhaps more."

Liria moaned lasciviously as he spread open his swollen, drooling hole.

"Please try, master orc," Liria groaned, "practice on me, next time I want quintuplets! I want to swell and grow with your children so much!"

The other orc laughed, "spread those legs, and you'll get what you want. This is what the pretty men of the elven kingdom are good for, isn't it? The pleasures of orc men!"

"Do you see the vision?" Grotmire said.

Merlyn could feel it, beneath all the pleasure and the orc semen filling him.

"Yes, I see it," Merlyn whimpered, "I love it."

He could see what Liria would become, huge and swollen with nipples and breasts that sagged in fertile imitation of the most child burdened woman. The young and beautiful Liria who had once won sprinting competitions with his lithe form would become a symbol of hope for the Rockbiters, a voluptuous fertility goddess giving birth to numberless hordes to bring them back into profusion. This was the gift that Merlyn had brought with him, not just his own womb but the fertile wombs of his companions.

"It was all because of you," Grotmire said, "that we have this boon. And my bride that belongs to me can be mine alone, and birth my own welps with his womb."

"I love you, love you!" Merlyn cried, "all I need is you, no other man!".

He could feel it too, the wild lust and spark in the air. It was all so perfect and there was nothing left to do but for Merlyn to give into it, enjoy it. To allow Grotmire to penetrate him as much as he liked, and watch Liria swell so beautifully and transform into a fertile goddess, a willing womb for orc cocks. And watch the ever reasonable Ellia, who had discovered a love for orc testicles and licking them until they were so filled with semen they couldn't help but spew it into his womb, as he was begging and moaning with an ecstatic voice into the night to be plundered like a conquered bride.

The demons would be defeated, the world of the elves saved and all because of Merlyn's love for the brutal shaman Grotmire.

FIN