War-Torn

by J. E. Keep

  She was almost upon him, knelt on her hands and knees. She looked angelic with her pale features, but that dark, sinful look in her eyes was anything but. She didn’t care for social convention, and she’d been gone too long from the rest of civilization to care anyways.

  “I do,” she agreed as her hands went to his knee, propping her up and squeezing her small breasts together. “Will that be a problem?”

  A low growl emanated from the large Kron before her. His muscular physique radiated heat and her breasts drew his gaze in.

  “I knew what would come when I was traded off,” he said lowly. He smelled of pure, masculine musk. Not unpleasant, not malodorous, just virile and strong. “Even the lowliest Matriarch needs to breed a kinship of her very own. Even if it is mongrel half-breed.”

  The way he said that almost made it sound to her ears as if he liked that filthy idea.

  She laughed again, but the sound was deeper, tinged with lust. Longing. She had always been a curious girl growing up and that had done nothing to dissipate as she aged. She’d never been with one of his kind before, and a heat started in her belly, flowing outwards and making her sex throb.

  “I thought you two always shared. Isn’t that how it goes?”

  With a light shrug he said, “In a manner of speaking.” With a glance towards the cave entrance he said, “But you gave Ramtok a duty. So he’ll do it until you tell him otherwise.” He gave a wry smile, and one of his hands came up and reached out to cup her pale cheek, brushed the coarse, alien skin against it. “It makes no difference, Matriarch. Now or later, he and I will work in you to provide you a powerful brood.” The corner of his upper lip curled as he looked ready to bite at her with arousal.

  Decades of prejudice and hatred had been taught to her, and even she was surprised by how quickly it melted away to curiosity and desire. She licked her peach lips, taunted him with her closeness, her feminine scent so near to him. She was so delicate, her skin so tender against the coarseness of his palm, her face so beautiful compared to the monster she gazed at with such lust.

  “Do you get jealous over one another?” she asked, leaning in to whisper it into the shaman’s ear, her voice tinged with something so dark and primal. The Kron believed that it took many males to create a child, and the elves had no notion of that.

  The large man was rather timid for a male from her experiences, but then she’d never dealt with a Kron man before. His fingers felt out her cheek and went back to her ear and neck as he leaned in to the other side of her face, his breath hot on her ear as he hovered close to her flesh.

  “Jealous? Only if you wish it by showing favouritism do such things tend to happen,” he said with a shrug. “He is my brother. And our seed shall mingle in you, Matriarch, to breed a strong child for you.”

  His full lips moved in then, and wrapped about her ear, the sharp tusks pricking her skin as he suckled there.

  Never for a moment did she feel like she wasn’t in control of him, of the situation. Her grip on his knee faltered for just a moment as her hand began to snake up, feeling out the strength of his thigh as he toyed with her pointed, elven ear.

  She was so small compared to him, but she felt no fear until her palm rested atop his package, and even through his fur covering, she could feel the heated loins. They pulsed under her touch, and exhilaration ran through her.

  Saghar wore little, but that impressive shaft of his remained covered in the white fur of his kilt as his chiseled pecs rose and fell with his growing breathing. As he released her ear he moved down to her neck, nipped it accidentally amidst his kisses as his other hand came up to one of her hips.

  “You’ve a strong breeding frame,” he husked in her ear, “for an elf.”

  Her hand stroked him, feeling that obscene masculinity throb beneath her hand, and her eyes fluttered shut. She enjoyed the warmth, the heat between them, and her breathing picked up in pace as her thighs pressed against his leg. Her free hand came up to the string that kept her leather top together, deftly untying it down the center of her chest.

  She was loathe to remove her hand, but she sat up straight on her knees, tugging off the tight leather and revealing her perky breasts, the dusty pink nipples already tightened atop them.

  Aleena did not cut the figure of an ideal Kron woman, yet Saghar’s eyes dipped and went wide at the sight of her bare breasts. She had stayed amongst his people for a while as she bartered, and she knew the hippy, busty proportions of those towering amazons. She was not it. Yet still, something about her figure, her pale skin, those perky teats drew his attention.

  He shrugged off his white pelt and reached his hands to her chest. Palming both breasts, he squeezed gently, the contrast of his dark skin so pronounced against her white.

  “You are very different, Matriarch,” he said in a low, gravelly voice, his exquisitely carved male physique on display as he fondled her chest appreciatively.

  She sat in such a way that he could feel her out, those large hands dwarfed her small breasts, but there was no self-consciousness or hesitation as he touched her. She was confident in her form, and her head dipped down so she could appreciate the sight of him groping her. Her heart pounded beneath her ribs, and her lips quirked as one of her hands went out, her finger sliding along his tusk so curiously.

  “It must be quite a task to be careful of those things,” she purred.

  The remark surprised him, or at least confused him. For him the things were a part of his being, so he never thought about it, of course.

  “I am careful,” he intoned simply, his voice rich with arousal to match that large swell of cock flesh in his fur kilt.

  He reached one hand from her breasts and tugged at the leather that held his kilt in place. It loosened the garment, and it gave way enough that she saw the tuft of sleek black hair emerge, then the throbbing, veiny mass of flesh beneath. A cock so large it dwarfed any other she’d experienced in her life amongst the fairer races of the world.

  The strange colour of his skin, the bulky physique, his height, it all had tried to prepare her for the baser differences between them, but it hadn’t. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight of that large girth, and her thighs pressed together tighter to try to ease the painful throbbing between them.

  A soft sigh passed her lips as her hand moved to free him, entirely, of that covering. The fur peeled back, revealing the hefty sac beneath, almost more impressive than the shaft above. Heat radiated off it, and the lining of veins were so still and full, more prominent than on any man or elf’s.

  Saghar leaned in and licked at her neck, his two hands squeezing her breasts again harder in his eagerness for her flesh. Despite the Kron male’s inferior position in their own society and the taboo of this tryst, he seemed eager for her to take him.

  And she was only too happy to oblige. Adrenaline ran through her, egging her on, and she reluctantly stood, stealing her breasts away from him. Her fingers worked to loosen her belt and lower her pants, kicking off her boots all in one easy motion. She was an ethereal beauty with those full hips and that soft, white down trying to hide that bright red sex, but it couldn’t hope to succeed.

  Her arousal was too obvious on her body, and as she quickly moved to straddle him, her legs were just a tad too short to do so comfortably. She pulled herself up close to his body and wrapped her thighs around his hips as she felt that throbbing member pulse against her sex.

  It was how most Kron matings went, and he wrapped his arms around her as his thickness rested to her. It caused the foreskin to roll back, revealing the bulbous crown, a dark shade different than that of what she was used to, though so alike. Only bigger. Much bigger.

  It glistened between their bodies, hers so pale and fair, his so dark and hard, those abs ribbed and obvious. One of his palms cupped her rear, and he supported her body as she moved to get in position to take him. A husky growl rumbled from his lips, and she could practically smell the excitement off the virile male.

  His aro
usal only pushed her past that fear, that brief wonderment if she could actually do such a vile thing, though really, there wasn’t any question. She’d always known she was a deviant, and that there was no way she could possibly travel with the two Kron without trying it out. Seeing how it felt. She leaned forward on her knees, and her slender hand grabbed his hard cock in her soft palm. Tugging down the flesh, she placed it against her sex and already felt the pleasant heat prickle her.

  Lowering herself upon him, her breath held, but she was already so slick. Her scent was obvious in the air, and terror gripped her when she realized just how large he was, but she wouldn’t turn back. She’d not risk his respect like that, and so she let herself drop, inch by agonizing inch, as the beast spread her open.

  He was vocal as his cock slid into her, a guttural growl of satisfaction — she could only imagine — ripping the air of the cave as he slid up into her. The further he got, though, the more she realized just how different he was. Those thick veins were more than just prominent, they ribbed his length and rubbed her canal, producing such a stimulating effect on her honeyed folds. It was as if the Kron male’s very loins were made for serving their matrons.

  She heard him hiss a “yess” in his native tongue, and his powerful hands clutched her ass cheeks so tight as their chests mashed together.

  It was so wrong, but her arms slid about his back, her breathing growing hot against his ear. She rested her chin against his shoulder as if to steady herself as she stayed still atop his cock, feeling it work to please her in such a new way. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned a quiet, feminine curse.

  It contrasted with his harsh tongue, his hard body, and her nipples prodded his pecs as she clung to him so eagerly.

  “Good boy,” she murred to her new pet. She’d claimed him, and now he was hers in her mind as well.

  The pale, petite elf astride the large Kron could hardly have looked more wrong, yet he accepted her claim. He clutched her in his arms, those bulging biceps prodding her sides. He bent his head down and kissed and nipped her pale flesh. That thick girth throbbed inside her so pleasantly, those sleek black pubic hairs so nice against the red vulva and clit as their loins mashed together.

  His breathing was heavy already, and she realized just how aroused he was. He was primed for her, the whole of his body waiting for her to claim it.

  “Matriarch,” he growled out in his deep tremor of a voice.

  She pressed herself down to his hilt and grinded there, momentarily surprised that she was able to take him all. It was lucky that her fleshy rear helped to pad her a bit from injury as her mouth went to his neck, biting him far harder than he had dared to bite her. She licked it, then repeated the sharp sensation contrasting with the soft, her hips beginning to undulate atop him.

  It was something familiar to him, and he groaned in her ear as she did so. It wasn’t the wild up-and-down riding a human or elf male might expect, but he ate it up, only giving the most satisfying and carefully angled of little thrusts into her. The large brute was quite skillful at adding to her pleasure.

  That warmth in her cunny spread north, and her entire body flushed a beautiful light pink as she crested that point of ecstasy. She gasped in shock as it gripped her so powerfully, so quickly, her eyes flying open. His body was made to please her, and no amount of shame or disgust could hide that fact from her.

  “Cumming,” she hissed into his ear before biting down on his shoulder, muffling her moan.

  Her pussy contracted against that pulsing, throbbing organ with those ribbed veins, and warmth flooded them. Her wriggling grew more erratic, more hurried and passionate. She knew what her carelessness would reap, what he expected from her, and she didn’t care. He and his brother would breed her, stuff her full of powerful, mongrel children, and her fingers gripped into his back in desire.

  Saghar gasped, and she felt that hard, muscular body of his stiffen as his cock reacted to her release. Again, as if nature had designed him so, he quaked in response. The warm honey of her climax caused his sac to tighten against him, and that bulging shaft convulsed as it spewed out the virile ropes of seed.

  It was more than any man or elf could’ve given her, more than she would’ve anticipated his relative size to provide. Instead it was a seemingly endless stream of eager cum that shot into her depths, raced for her fertile womb.

  The Kron believed no one male made a child. A woman gave birth to life through the combined efforts of her males and their continued ruttings throughout her pregnancy. For him it was but the first step in a process, but what a step it was. He cried out his satisfaction as that dark shaft twitched with the thick spurts of his release, the end finally nigh.

  She felt so strange, as if her body was full, and she could feel it begin to ooze out of her, soaking them both with his wet release. She licked his shoulder where she had bit and marvelled at the intensity, at the beauty of a male Kron’s body.

  It was so taboo and forbidden, considered to be so degrading, but she knew at that moment that it was all just wives’ tales, passed around to keep her from leaving elven men behind for all time.

  As the big brute cradled her pale form and stroked over her delicate skin with a sort of doting and energy no human or elf ever had after his finish, she couldn’t help but think of the business ahead. She was a focussed woman, and her goal lay south, in the underground hideaways of the rebels.

  Chapter 6 – The Soldiers

  Morning hadn’t yet broken when Major Hendrik Kelifron arose. He had always been an early riser, and even on the road as they were, he kept his uniform in good condition. Lieutenant Liena’sa knew better than to linger in rest when on duty with him, because though he may have let protocol slip in his cold appraisal of events with her in private, he did not brook sloppy work on the job.

  It was what made him so admirable. He was harsh, but not arbitrarily so like other officers, and she knew he followed it up with competence and an attention to details that kept himself — and therefore her — alive.

  They had commandeered the ground floor of one of the farmhouses they’d come across, the family huddled together in the loft above, having suddenly found themselves short on room with four soldiers in their midst.

  Moving to the sleeping bags of the two grunts, Kelifron kicked them in the side enough to startle them awake.

  “You two,” he commanded the pair of soldiers with a point, “scout along the roads for any sign of passage during the night.”

  One of them grumbled, “What about food, Major?”

  “You’ll get it when your morning duty is done.” He called out to the family, “Have it waiting for us when we return.” Then he stressed authoritatively, “Nobody eats until I’m sat back down, however. Nobody.”

  Liena’sa was quickly up and alert at the commotion, almost as if she could sense her Superior’s wakefulness. Her hair was up in a bun and she quickly went to untie it, letting the silken gold strands fall down around her shoulders, her pale skin looking refreshed. She’d slept well, truthfully, despite the disturbing thoughts that kept threatening her mind.

  With the others ordered about — including the poor peasant family — he turned his dark gaze back upon Liena’sa.

  “With me, Lieutenant.” He strode outside into the pitch dark of the predawn morning.

  She followed after him, though she felt a little more cautious with him alone. Still she kept pace. “Where are we going, Major?” She was short for an elf, though fairly tall for a human, standing at about his shoulders.

  “To the top of the hill,” he instructed, indicating needlessly the tall, craggy hill covered in trees that they would be climbing that morning. It was not that impressive, truthfully, but for the mostly flat farmland and forest area, it was the only piece of elevated land for some distance, so it appeared more daunting that it really was.

  His tall, shiny black jackboots carried him over the increasingly harsh surface as he went from one rock to the next in the dark, armed
only with a dim lantern for light that did little to illuminate their way. Though, she noted, it didn’t seem to impede the tall, slender Major’s movements.

  She followed after him, though her brows furrowed.

  “You think we’re going to spot her from up here?” Liena’sa’s voice was a bit lower, as if even speaking the words might frighten their prey off.

  The climb was pretty arduous for those unaccustomed to such harsh terrain travel. And since the pair spent most of their time either in the city or at one of the outposts near the front, she was surprised to find him pushing onwards at an impressive rate and showing no signs of exhaustion.

  “I don’t know what we’ll find,” he stated in his stern voice, “not until we get there. But I want a look at the land as sunrise comes. At the very least get a picture of possible directions she might’ve travelled.”

  She was falling behind, though her elven grace kept her from suffering too much embarrassment, only a couple feet behind him.

  “Right.” She could feel her heart begin to pound at the exertion, and her jackboot hooked into a loose root, giving her a secure footing until she pushed herself up another bit.

  She knew when it came to work that she couldn’t expect him to ease up on her. So together they went, with her pushing to keep up.

  When at last they crested the hill, the Major put out the lantern entirely and stood stiffly. It didn’t take her eyes long to adjust to the moonlight, and she watched as the black-uniformed officer scanned the landscape with such intense scrutiny.

  She joined him in her own serious manner, her back facing his as she scanned over the flat of the land, over the road and through the forest. Liena’sa was used to following such orders and took pride in her duties, and the fact that she had a relatively safe position.

  A position made safer by the man at her back.

  It was some time before he satisfied himself with the search enough to speak again.

  “Lieutenant?” he said, his voice having lost none of its authority as he pivoted on his heel and came to face towards her, though his gaze was slow to meet hers.