The glade captain Asha was a prodigy, famous within her lady's domain for her bravery, her skill and her ruthlesness in battle.
However, she had a secret.
This paragon of the wood elves and champion of Athel Loren was fantasizing about the filthy ratmen she so often massacred.
It started the first time she fought the skaven and was forced to grapple with a rat ogre, huffing its odor as she wrestled it for control.
She won that fight, but the sensation of being manhandled by those strong, monstrous arms while having her nostrils defiled wouldn't leave her. It didn't help that the ogre's heavy cock would swing hypnotically beneath its loincloth while they fought.
Ever since that day those monstrous rats would pop into her head whenever she tried to sleep. Selfish, filthy, forceful, masculine and dominating.
She tried forgetting, she tried pushing those thoughts away with fantasies of elves, but none of it worked.
She craved to be made the fuckthing of a skaven, and that desire grew as she fought more of them and rose through the ranks of the wood elves.
One night she gave in, and masturbated while sniffing a torn piece of clothing she stole off a dead skaven, getting high off its odor.
The captain came down fast after that, and realized that she had stained her home with the juices she made from the thoughts of a skaven using her body.
The shame caused her to throw herself even deeper into her duties, and the massacre she reaped on anyone who would dare to invade her lady's domain became the stuff of legend.
But her fantasies wouldn't dissapear. They only got worse, and when her desires got the better of her she'd spend just a little longer fighting whatever skaven she was focused on than she needed to. Spending as much time around his dominating, monstrous presence as she could before duty called and she killed him.
This journey of repressed desires lead her to her current mark, a skaven that had been particularly sloppy in hiding his tracks.
However, when she found the skaven she saw something she didn't expect.
A gutter runner with his legs spread open, his musky cock already hardening as he saw her enter the clearing.
The glade captain was at a loss for words as the skaven stood up and approached her, demanding in his rat-tongue that she gets on her knees and sucks him off.
She didn't know what to do, her fantasies staring her in the face in the form of a hard and furry grey cock whose smell she could clearly feel now that the skaven was right in front of her.
The skaven, tired of the staring elf, grabbed the glade captain by her blonde locks and shoved that bitch into his croth, rubbing his dick all over her face.
The glade captain moaned and dropped her weapons, eyes rolling back as she takes in the heavenly filthy smell of his dick.
It isn't long before the clearing is filled with the sounds of an elf sloppily giving a blowjob and a skaven deriding that elf for the horny, shameless slut she is.
But each insult, each humiliation only caused the glade captain to suck harder.
Her pride and dignity were all gone, taken by the mere gutter runner that had defeated her.
Just as he was about to cum down the captain's throat he pushed her off.
He told her that she hadn't earned the right to take his seed yet.
The captain begged the skaven to let her swallow his cum.
The gutter runner slapped her with his cock for speaking out of line, and turned around. He exposed his hairy ass to her and told her to clean him out if she ever wanted to feel his cum inside of her.
The glade captain didn't need to be told twice, eagerly pressing her lips against his sweaty pucker, pussy wet just from the prospect of getting to serve her rat-master in such a lowly way.
She kissed that hole as if it was her one true love, prepping it with saliva before parting it with her strong, flexible tongue. It twisted, turned, doing everything to please the skaven's ass in every way she could.
The smell there was stronger than ever and the glade captain lost her mind completely, becoming a horny fuckdoll obsessed with pleasing her master.
In this state it didn't take much for the gutter runner to push the elf onto the grass and sit himself right onto her face.
He panted, barely able to endure the relentless technique of the elf eating his ass.
This had been a risk, he had seen the glade captain ogle the skaven while fighting them, and once when he had followed her he had also seen her masturbating with his dead kin's clothes.
It didn't mean his plan would work, it should have killed him, but thankfully the elf slut had proven to be even more desperate than he could have hoped for.
Now, he had an obedient toy to use whenever he wanted, and with her help he would become the most deadly assassin in his clan. No longer would he be a mere gutter runner, kept down because he didn't have any friends higher up.
He could also use her to eliminate his rivals...
His plotting was interrupted by the captain hitting his spot. No longer could he hold himself back. He shrieked and ejaculated all over her pristine armor, smelling that the elf had cummed several times while eating out his sweaty asshole.
As he stood up from her face he saw the elf smile dumbly, some of his grey hairs sticking to her mouth.
He laughed, but he wasn't done yet. He tore off her stained armor and shoved his cock into her wet cunt.
The elf moaned and hugged the skaven, pressing him tighter against her body.
She screamed, begging him to never stop, and locked her legs around him. Just in time for him to empty his first load of many into her eager virgin snatch.
When the sun was setting the former proud glade captain was used up, laying down on the forest floor with rat cum dripping out of all her holes.
The skaven, finally satisfied, threw his underwear on her face and told her that from now on she was exclusively his before leaving.
The glade captain smiled. This was everything she had ever fantasized about. She couldn't wait for her master to come back and claim his skaven slut once again.
He was so romantic. He had even left her his underwear so she could remember his scent.
A rustling came from a nearby tree.
The cum-stained elf looked over and saw a squirrel make its way down a tree.
Relieved that no one saw her, she cleaned herself off and set off back towards her camp after putting her serious face back on.
Unkown to her, someone had seen her. One of the new glade captains, one of those who had been inspired by to the tales of Asha's deeds, had seen her take off on a hunt and wanted to help.
But instead of finding her idol slaughtering skaven, she was instead treated to the sight of her hero serving a filthy skaven like a degenerate whore.
It had been disgusting, it had been shameful...so why had she snuck her hand beneath her leggings to play with herself and spent hours watching the captain be used like a toy?
And why couldn't she get the face the captain made while eating out that skaven's asshole out of her head? Why did it look so fun...

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Pub: 30 Jul 2024 02:46 UTC

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