All characters are fictional, and are 18+ years old. If subjects like shemale elves, sexual slavery or threesomes are not your cups of tea then please move along - otherwise I hope you enjoy my story!
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Sheyna was days from giving birth. Over the last nine months her once-flat tummy had rounded, her large breasts now even heavier as they swelled with milk. At first she hated the elves, hated how they stole her freedom and brutalized her body, but over time she had grown to realize that they, as a culture, were not typically the blood-thirsty, vile monsters she had first thought them to be.
Yes, during the war they had slaughtered her people; but, as she listened to their tales of battle, she came to understand that humans had killed just as many elves, and had been the ones to start the war when they beheaded one of the Sanguine Tribe's children in a bid to cower the warrior elves.
It was true that Ioa and Crilyn still came to her hut nightly to fuck her, sometimes alone and sometimes together, but even that had its place in her routine. Otherwise her two owners left her alone, the elves agreeing to live their separate lives until the baby was born and their bet could be settled. Sheyna had found work as a baker, a skill she was well versed in, and each day she spent hours in the tribe's communal kitchen learning elf cuisine.
Survival was foremost, and the human reasoned that she could mend her emotions when her life became more stable.
Sheyna, once she began making an effort to be more friendly, found that most of the elves often displayed kindness, both to her and to each other. Contrary to what she was taught growing up the elves were like her kind, each one just as diverse, emotional and opinionated as any human. Their initial barbaric appearance was for times of war, and so long as peace reigned they spent their time creating beautiful art and growing the most incredible produce.
It was a peaceful life, and as the weeks went on Sheyna found herself opening her heart up.
One elf in particular made a point of visiting the human every day, her warm smile and golden, curly hair always a welcome sight. Orielle was the village blacksmith, and whispers liked to circulate that she never ate at the communal kitchen until Sheyna started baking her delicious pastries there. The two greatly enjoyed chatting together, and Orielle often escorted Sheyna home in the evenings after work.
The rumors were true, no matter how much the pretty blacksmith may blush and deny them.
As the days passed Sheyna grew more and more fond of Orielle, and though she had made other friends in the village it was always the blacksmith she was the happiest to see. One night, about half way through her pregnancy, Sheyna was in the midst of being double penetrated by Ioa and Crilyn when she had an unexpected thought: she wished it were Orielle fucking her. Her wet cunt throbbed, a familiar tingle building as a distant orgasm approached, and as she closed her eyes it was easy to imagine a certain elf with sunlight-hued hair.
Even though Sheyna was loath to admit it the blacksmith was beautiful; the elf was an admirable mixture of brain and brawn, and her muscular, lean body was accentuated by the ten-inch cock that could often be seen pressed up against the blacksmith's tight, leather pants. She had never shown the human any untoward attention, and Orielle seemed to genuinely care about Sheyna's well-being, a potent emotional mixture for the lonely, displaced human.
As thoughts of the kind blacksmith flooded her mind Sheyna reached the crest of her orgasm, her slick pussy and tight little asshole clenching down around the invading cocks. When Sheyna felt the hot, sticky burst of Crylin's cum filling her ass she hit her own climax, smacking her hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming the blacksmith's name. After her owners left that night she lay in bed, thoughts once more turned to the friendly elf.
For the first time since her capture Sheyna felt the urge to masturbate, her pussy longing to feel her fingers deep inside it. As she stroked herself, tentatively at first, she imagined how it would feel to share real intimacy with one of the strong, beautiful warrior elves. Would there be cuddling after sex, or maybe they could eat breakfast together the next morning? Would they give her a massage when her back felt sore? Maybe, if she was lucky, they would even want to share an intimate moment like bathing together?
That was when the blacksmith entered her mind.
Orielle probably looked very desirable with droplets of water trailing along her abs. Would she be a gentle lover? Or, as Sheyna's quivering pussy secretly hoped, could she get rough and wild during sex? Did she regularly take many women to bed, like a large percentage of the elves did, or was Orielle a one-on-one lover? Would she be willing to learn to kiss the way humans did, as a common sign of affection?
Thoughts of the blacksmith enraptured her mind, Sheyna's cunt growing wetter as she imagined the blonde between her legs, pointed ears showing off a faint blush as Orielle licked her pussy. Sheyna came, hard, moaning in pleasure as her fingers tugged persistently at her clit. Her fantasy helped her reach her peak, the orgasm crashing over her in a shuddering wave.
"Unnnnngh!"
Sheyna collapsed back onto the furs beneath her, chest heaving as her gaze drifted out to the night stars. She was sweaty, limbs weak after the through fucking she had endured on top of her masturbation session. On a whim she threw on a plain shift, the loose garment clinging to her skin. She prayed that a nighttime walk in the cool, late autumn air would help clear the cobwebs of fantasy from her mind, allowing her to focus back on reality.
Ten minutes later the human was picking her way carefully down the steep, rock-strewn path towards the creek, her skin finally cooled sufficiently in the ample light of the full moon. Then, as Sheyna rounded a bend in the path she slipped, her bare feet skidding on loose shale as she clawed at the ground. Not more than a few feet past her the cliffside cut off, a fifty-foot drop the only thing awaiting her. If she reached the edge, and couldn't stop, there was no chance of survival.
"Help!"
There wouldn't be anyone around to hear the desperate woman's plea, not that late at night, but instinct dictated she scream.
"Hellllllllllp!"
Sheyna's screech echoed eerily against the dark trees, her face screwed up in pain while roots and stones scraped her body. She kept sliding, scrabbling at the loose ground to try and get a handhold as the drop rushed to engulf her, when the world jerked to an arm-numbing stop. Her tear-filled gaze lifted, wide eyes fixating on the thing that had halted her careening slide.
It was a hand.
Orielle gripped Sheyna, muscles straining as she hefted the human up. With a grunt the elf pulled her up over the edge, bringing the petite human to safety. Without a word she scooped the shaking, sobbing woman up, carrying her down to the small creek. With a gentleness that Sheyna had never experienced the elf tended to her wounds, her just-washed tunic making for perfect, albeit slightly damp, bandaging.
As the minutes ticked by Sheyna's chest stopped heaving, tears drying once her rough sobs subsided. As Orielle finished patching the human up, the girl clearly more mentally scarred than physically, Sheyna spoke.
"Thank you."
The simple words brought a tiny smile to Orielle's face, some of the tension draining from her clenched jaw. Sheyna not speaking had scared her, fear making her heart drum painfully, so to hear anything from the human was welcome. She nodded; anyone with a shred of decency would have done the same thing, so no gratitude was required.
"Of course! There, you are all bandaged up. Your wounds will hurt, but none of them are extensive. The baby should be fine, since you did not suffer a massive impact, but I hope you will choose to see the midwife tonight since stress can harm a child too."
Sheyna nodded, hands instinctively covering her belly. Everything felt normal, no alarm bells ringing inside her body, but she would definitely take the elf's advice.
