Chapter 1; Night of the Orcish Knight

 The Orc stood looking in the looking glass, not certain at what he expected. Never

had he worn such fine clothes. They had insisted ofcourse. He wasn't certain if he

were to return them now that the cerimony was over, or were they a gift. He looked

once more, the Badge of Knighthood stood out upon his chest, golden glimmer

against an all black shirt made of the finest linen he had ever worn. He didn't like it,

wool suited him better, linen just seemed to unnatural to him.

Sir Brax!, spoke the Chamberlain, The King wishes you to accept these gifts. A

chest was brought in, carried by two young pages of the Court, they sat it down near

the middle of the room and bowed their heads as they departed. The Chamberlain

stood, looking, raised his eye brows, then coughed. Brax stood for a moment, then

crossed to the chest, slowly opened it. Inside were more clothes, all black, stacked

neatly to one side. Then he noticed the lid, built into the large chest were hangers

for three swords and there neatly within were his swords, except the one he now

wore. His hand went out to touch them, then he looked down, to the other side of

the chest. A helm, resting atop chainmail, and palderon, vanguards, a chestplate too.

Such armour he had never had, but he had seen many of a Knight wear it upon the

Fields of Battle that he had shared with them. Now, he too was amoung the Noble

Knights. Ironic he thought; an Orc from the western ridges, the Lowlands in the

shadows of Vandmoore Peak, now a Knight Errant. All it had cost him was,

everything and everyone he had held so dear.....

Will the Sir be staying another night? asked the Chamberlain, "or should I prepare

the Sirs' horse and pack animals? Brax was not sure what to do, he straightened up

and looked at the Chamberlain, he was short, staut, a heavy beard, dark and grey. A

dwarf, with slightly pointed ears, not unlike the Elf folk, but not as long and

narrow. Brax twisted his lips, unsure still yet what to do. The day had been

overwhelming. Narrowed his brow, puchered his lips, and spoke, "it is too late in

the day, I will take a nights rest, would you arrange to awake me at sunrise, and

have the stable prepare the animals for just past sunrise?" Ofcourse Sir Brax", spoke

the Chamberlain, "I will prepare it for you." the Chamberlain paused, "is there

anything else the Sir requires?" Brax, still unuse to his new Title, "could I have my

meal brought up to my room?" Brax turned, "it matters not what it is, about sunset

perhaps?" "Ofcourse", said the Chamberlain, "if there is anything else, let me know

Sir" the Chamberlain then bowed his head slightly, as he headed for the door.

Pausing the Chamberlain spoke, "Sir, on a personal note, if you do not mind me

saying, thank you for what you did." hessitating, "at the Pass of Soder Gap" Brax

looked around, grimmaced uncontrolabley. "I had two sons in the Camp of Lord

General Blaine of Murfordshire" the Chamberlain swallowed hard, "if it had not

been for your Orc Company standing your ground the way you all did, I suppose the

entire Camp would have been overrun." Brax looked toward the window, not

knowing what to say. Nodded, and lowered his head, remembering; the cold water

to his waste, water flinging about his head, metal clashing upon metal, screams, both

Orc, and Orge as they clashed in a narrow gap between two large boulders at the

base of a mountain, and a river. Brax inhailed sharply, not realizing that he had

been holding his breath, a Company of Orcs just over one hundred strong, guarding

alone as a Brigade of ten thousand squeezed into a pass no wider than two small

houses. "Thank you" came of of Braxs' lips", unsure of what really to say, "I..." Brax

turned, "we", Brax seemed to loose his voice, "We did our duty", Brax felt empty.
The Chamberlain turned and left. Brax turned once more to the window of his

room, crossed the distance and looked out upon the Court Yard, thought back to

the blood and screams, shook his head, and softly spoke, "I don't know how I will

ever live up to this, or how I will ever live this down." Brax closed his eyes tighly as

if to shut out the memories. But, there they were, he fely sick to his stomach.

Sharply inhailing, he had stopped breathing again. He didn't want to open his eyes,

but he did want to look upon the faces of his, brothers, his cousins, his friends, all

screaming, blood soaked, all now dead. His hands shook, he stiffled a small scream,

it came out a gunt, a mild wimper. He cleared his throat, opened his eyes and took a

deep breath. "I am not returning home", he spoke aloud, "I will head North, along

the border", for no one to hear.....

Brax awoke with the turn of the door knob, the click was loud in the darkness of the

night. A light shown into the room, a candle flickering, he opened his eyes slowly,

unsure as to what to expect. Across the room stood a short, slim figure, golden

reddish hair glistening by the light of the candle. Brax spoke, softly, as softly as an

Orc could at least, "what is it?". A quaking, nervous voice cracked in the night air,

soft, and whispery, "My Lord has sent me to you, for the night", a hint of

unsuredness crept into her voice, "I am told to do as you bid me to do." Brax, rolled

onto his elbow, to get a better look, "Come closer, let me see you", she latched the

door, and moved with tiny steeps closer, "You are a pretty little Elf Lass aren't

you?" spoke Brax. "Your Lord sends you to me, for what purpose?". The Elf girl

looked at him, he was so big and strong, his eyes shown in the night, "He bade me to

do as you liked, to serve you tonight". Brax smiled, she was cute, and small even for

an Elf girl. Brax felt a heated desire stir within, smiled, and said, "set the candle

down, and take off your gown, we wouldn't want it ripped and torn now would

we?" She did as she was told, but was shaking, scared Brax supposed.

She stood now naked, her very white skin in the darkness, he motioned with his

hand for her to come to bed with him, she moved her hands to cover herself, not

that it did anygood. She was so small compared to him, as she climbed into bed

with him, she had to climb over him, for Brax didn't move from the corner, he felf

her skin and she was cold to the touch, once she crossed over his body, under the

quilts, he rolled to look at her. Brax laid out his arm for her to lay on, he was warm

to the touch, her hands we cold. He smeeled deeply and his Orc sense of smell

could tell she was not ready to take him, yet. He looked into her face in the dark

and began to gently touch and feel her. She quivered as he did so. Her breast were

small, and her waist was tiny. Her hair was gathered about her neck. Brax kissed

her, she was shocked when his tounge slipped into her mouth, his Orc teeth rubbed

sharply against her lips. Brax moved his left hand down to her clit, and began to

rub. The Elf girl moaned, and Brax could feel her tightness, pulling his mouth from

hers, he stared. Brax spoke, "have you ever been kissed before?" The Elf spoke

whispering, "No", "I", she paused. Brax understood, and smiled to himself in the

dark, by the candle light.

Brax needed to release, he was hard, and throbbing, he moved her head down to his

cock, she looked unsure as to what to do. Brax said, "take it into your mouth, and

kiss it, and suck on it". The Elf did as she was told, she opened and wrapped her

lips around the head, barely able to fit his cock into her mouth. Brax spoke, "take it

in hand, Elf Maiden, hold it tight, and take as much as you can into your mouth"

The Elf did what she could and she beagn to push down onto his cock, then pull

her lips back up, and then back down once more. She tried to go down a little

further but would choke and gasp for air. She kept going, after several minutes, she

felt the large Orcs' muscles tighten and his hips thrust upwards repeatedly, and then

he moaned and as she went down, she choked and he released into her mouth. She

choked and spat as she come up for air. Brax smiled, he gushed over her hand, and

onto her face. The Elf, exclaimed "What was that?" Brax braethed hard, and said,

"don't worry, you did good." Brax pulled her up to him, his jism covering her jaw,

and lips. Her grasped the back of her head, and pulled her in for a deep kiss. This

time as his tounge entered her mouth, she beagan to slip her tounge into his, the

taste of him turned her on. A burning grew in her, desire, replaced her fear.

The Elf through her arms behind her head, and Brax used his tounge to tease her

virgin tight pussy. He sucked, licked and slipped his tounge into her, he tasted her,

and was becoming excited once more. She thrust and rolled about but finaly she felt

something coming, something she had never experienced before, and her muscles

spasmed, her legs wrapped tight about Braxs' head. Brax felt her orgasim build and

when she erupted, he lapped it up, showing her no mercy as he drove his tounge

into her. He was once again hard and throbbing, as she lay there he rose above her,

offering no time for her to recover. He plunged into her, she screamed, she was

certain she had been torn, ripped open. Brax showed no mercy as her pushed his

cock into her tight pussy. The Elf realed her eyes rolled back into her head, Brax

was doing full thrust in, and drawing out almost all the way, leaving just the head

inside her, then hard full thrust, not fast, just steady, building a rythem. Her legs

raised up as he thrust, she was trying to spread as wide as she could, Brax could feel

her tightness from were she had just climaxed minutes before, she was still realing,

and her muscles could not take the strain it seemed. He thrust quicker, and harder,

she seemed to have passed out as far as Brax could tell. He continued, harder,

faster, and building for a second release for the night. Brax moaned loudly,

Thrusted deeply, and released as deep as he could get into her. after a moment, he

rolled them both over so she was laying on top of him, he made sure to do so, in a

manner to keep his pulsing cock inside of her. She lay upon him, a little pain

coursing through her body. She beagan to cry.

Brax didn't know how long he had slept, he awoke with the Elf trying to roll off of

him. Brax wrapped his arm around her as she slipped down to his side. He reached

down and rubbed his cock, to see if there was any chance to bring it back to life.

The Elf lay slightly on her stomach. He rubbed and tugged and began to feel it grow

back to life. Brax pressed up against her ear, "wake up little Elf, I want a little ass

from you this time." She was not sure as to what he ment, she was afraid of what he

could mean, did he actualy mean he was going to fuck her in the ass? She felt his

hand rub her ass check, she wanted to roll over, but his hand grasped her, and

rolled her onto her stomach. Brax raised himself up upon his knees, wrapped both

of his hands around the little Elfs waist and pulled her up onto her knees, she

whimpered. Brax pulled his spit around in his mouth, and when he gathered a glob

he spit it out onto her asshole. He rubbed it in using the end of his cock. The Elf

closed her eyes, and braced for the ripping and tearing to began. Brax pushed into

her asshole, his foreskin rolled back against the strain. He pushed in a little more,

then pulled back, then foreward again, repeating the motion slowly, and going a

little deeper with each thrust. She braced for a full thrust, but once again he pulled

out, then she felt him push into her again, just a little more each time. Soon Brax

pushed into her and his cock reached all the way into her. He pulled out leaving just

the head inside her ass, then with a powerful thrust he plunged into her and began

to push with more vigor, and faster motions. She cried out, more a scream of pain

then one of pleasure, she felt her flesh around her asshole burn, but not a burning of

desire as before. He plunged over and over, she pushed her head down and into the

pillow. She bit her lip, and grunted, her tears streamed out of her eyes, wetting the

pillow. Brax was loving it, he had never had an Elf before, he was greatly pleased

with her. He didn't feel himself growing to climax as before, and he began to slow

the pace, but continued to thrust hard, minutes went by, the candle burned low, and

he thrust over and over. The Elf found herself squeezing tighly to the pillow,

clenching it squinting her eyes and stiffling grunts and groans. Brax beagn to feel the

Elf loosen up, his thrust grew slightly faster, and he could build himself growing to

another climax, and he reached down and grabbed her hair pulling her up off the

pillow. The Elf was suprised by her hair being pulled, and opened her mouth to

scream, she flt the Orcs' tounge slip into her mouth and a hard thrust into her ass.

He pulsed and released into her. His hands both went to her breast, he had ignore

them all night, but now he rubbed them, and pulled her into his chest. Her back

could feel his muscled chest, and the heart beating in it. Her ass relaxed and she still

felt little thrust into her. It didn't hurt anymore. She kissed him back and as she did,

his half errect cock began to grow, she bagan to move her hips and he kissed her

with a tenderness that he had lacked before. Brax could feel himself coming back to

life, just minutes after he released into her. Brax was ready to enjoy this Elf Maiden

once more.