My muse threatens to kill me in my sleep if I don't write more dark elf slave fictions. Please enjoy your best. Other stories are delayed due to pressure in my mind to finish this.
Summary: Dark Elf slave business, in a relatively light setting but a shit ton of sex.
THREE LASHES GUILD
To see a Svartalf village, just follow the coffles of naked captives.
It's that simple.
If you are good, they'll take you as a slave. If you are bad...they still make you one...after they break you.
Ever since I grew up from a farmer family's "one too many mouths" to a penniless adventurer, I discovered the world. Still, no discovery poisoned me more than the strange species called the Dark Elves. I wanted to make love to a dark elf, they are cute, playful, kinky, and beautiful.
I once saw a short, curvy dark elf in an adventuring tavern, a short, white-haired girl wearing tight leathers barely concealing her big, round breasts that were even bigger than the Centaur wench keeping the tavern. Nibbling happy on a fruitcake, she was buying fruit flavored lubricant potions for his human boyfriend who seemed to pay particular attention to her breasts which were always well oiled with an opening in her leather top to apparently tittyfuck the brown little chocolate elf.
She was polite and cute, talking to people about potions and lubricants which seemed to "make things slip easier" with a blush.
I was smitten with them.
They are cute and lovely. I could simply not understand why they took so many humans as slaves whenever they could, from orphans in faraway orphanages to entire villages dragged after raids involving tons of sedatives knocking out everyone cold. I *could* understand why they made raiders who attacked them into slaves to pay back the injury with their bodies. I couldn't understand why they offered it like offering candy to ANYONE that took their fancy.
Curiosity kills the cat, if not thoroughly raping it.
I didn't fit in Lescatie. Human society valued crude, "alpha" men, and I was anything but that. I am not pretty enough to be alone noblewoman's boy toy or a cad. I'm an adventurer, so to speak. Useless except hunting smaller beasts that invaded the world after the Demon Lord was deposed and tried summoning murderous species. Shadow demons and smaller demon dogs who plagued the countryside was all I could fight with my miserable short sword and leather armor.
And monster girls were still not accepted that widely in human kingdoms. ESPECIALLY because dark elves did raid villages, carrying entire families off to slavery. Strangely none escaped and those that did had nothing bad to say, ignoring the issue.
The forests between monsters and men were dotted with villages in neither nation's jurisdiction. So I wandered around, killing little monsters like demon slimes and shadows for days. It didn't pay well, but such was life.
I wasn't a noble to be a lescatian knight, nor was I a platinum level adventurer like those that hunted demon dragons, usual dragons now cute girls sleeping in caves and taking a boy or two to be their husband.
And I was quite intrigued by the dark elves' beauty. They were very friendly to men and women they met outside of their slaving raids.
My interest in them peaked when I had met them on that fateful day, hunting smaller demons and shadow imps inside the neutral forest. When I was chasing a small demon hound, I pursued it until it disappeared in a puff of smoke, shot by a bow.
I looked up...to see a slave caravan of the infamous dark elves, one of them aiming a bow at the pile of soot, looking satisfied.
And I saw the captives.
The cocky, silver-level adventurers that got before me were now a long line of naked human women and young men in chains, their ankles chained in a coffle to each other, hands tied before them in soft ropes. A dark elf, the fae dark woman was leading them with a whip, as more oversaw the trail. One had barked a command when I saw gawking like an idiot, with a confused erection on my crotch seeing naked women like this, every part of their bodies visible.
You don't see an adventuress you saw earlier nude, being pulled by cute dark elves and her shaven pussy in front of your eyes, the rope leash around her hands cutting into her pussy as she whimpered and looked down in shame. The dark elves glared at me when I was visible behind the bushes, and one of them bellowed:
"This is a legitimate operation of Three Lashes Guild, do not interfere! Stand back, or we will add you to the coffle! They attacked us, and are rightfully our property in exchange for sparing their lives!" Her purple eyes flashed in interest, with me standing like an idiot with a sword in my hand against ten dark elves with eager eyes and handcuffs staring me down.
I was the rookie staring down at dismissive, belligerent dark elves. One of them laughed.
"Did the widdle human boy gets scared wandering all alone in woods?" Another joined in:
"Careful. Baad monster girls could just gobble you up!"
"I could gobble him up sis!" Another smiled, winking at me. "You lost, kid?"
They all mocked and laughed at me as I stood frustrated, the captives looking down, naked.
One of them, an older and definitely kinder looking dark elf was next to me, looking in my eyes. She was dressed in a long, wavy skirt and elaborate fur coat, her hands checking her belt for cuffs. Trying not to scare me, she gently spoke as she took slow steps with her "fuck me" shoes on high heels on her long skirt, a goddess of beauty with chocolate dark skin and long, silvery hair.
"Let's not scare the lucky find, Xantha. Maybe the boy is interested in going down the rabbit hole...Taking them in young helps the adjustment. My daughter could use a new human pet, you know." She smiled, approaching me.
She was nearly six feet tall, staring down at me with a bright smile. "We won't hurt you, human. We don't hurt humans, do we sisters?" The others giggled as the captives sighed and kept walking in a naked line. She smiled, leaning on me with a flowery voice.
"Are you interested in what you see, human? We take those that we fight into our homes to help us serve things we can't be bothered doing, particularly pretty boys like you when we have no longer men." She finished talking, slowly staring me in the eye and extending a hand to touch my cheek.
My breath quickened as she pets my face, her fingers tracing my lip.
"Would you like to come with us?" She tenderly cupped my cheek. "You can join them, pretty thing...We won't hurt you at all..." She purred..." We always have a soft spot for pretty boys..." She was beautiful and gentle, her dark features showing no malice...
"All you need is to remove your clothes and put these chains on. They will not hurt, I promise." Her smile never left as she softly touched my hands, warming me as she took out cuffs. The other dark elves watched her with interest, deciding not to mock me anymore.
She was right in front of me.
"You will not be whipped. Unless you like it, then we can do it privately. Do you like spanking?" Her gaze and smile were simply disarming me. "I could teach you...start slow..." My heart beat fast, and I was positively shaking.
"Do you want a big sister, pretty thing? Or a new mother?"
