Author's note: Hey, this is my first time testing the waters of fantasy writing. It's a story about a feminine boy and a large, hulking shemale orc, during an ongoing war between orcs and humans.
WARNING: Contains non-con. There is also a gore scene early on in this chapter, but it's not related to sex in any way, and doesn't involve any innocent or undeserving characters. Furthermore, this story is a lot more extreme than most of my previous ones, in that it has a strong emphasis on size difference, very large penises, lots of body fluids, musk and various body odors, etc. If you have mild tastes when it comes to adult fiction, I suggest that you tread carefully.
Enjoy!
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In the pursuit of true peace, violence is virtually inevitable. Whether it is a battle between the rich and the poor, nobles and commoners, people of different cultural backgrounds or religions; the desired result is rarely free of bloodshed. It is in our very human nature to fight for what we think is right, regardless of how absurd one's beliefs might be.
But sometimes people can put aside their differences, at least for some time, in order to fight a common enemy. That's why, when threatened by beings of arguably even greater power, it is only natural that unity is of utmost importance, for the simple sake of ensuring humanity's survival. This had long been made evident on the continent of Korilia. Several human kingdoms existed there, and while they weren't necessarily on friendly terms, they all knew that they were best off if they left each other alone. They all did what they could to stay out of trouble with the outside races, although they all still got their fair share of unavoidable conflict.
The largest human city, Tiafora, was built as both a military base and a trading center, where people of all cultures and ethnicities gathered in peace and unity. It stood at the very epicenter of all the conflict that humanity had to endure, in the one corner of human territory that was closest to the other various sapient species, some of whom they had a neutral relationship with, some of whom were hostile. For this reason, the city's royal family from several generations back had opted to raise giant walls along their borders, which, under a prolonged time of safety and prosperity had turned it into a giant, bustling stronghold. For the most part, life inside the walls had been good, regardless of social standing.
But on the outside, safety was far from guaranteed. Trading caravans always had to be accompanied by plenty of guards, and they never exited any of the city gates that were facing the territory of any outside races. Those were reserved for troops and reconnaissance forces.
... And of course, the occasional, sneaky youngling with a dangerous thirst for freedom or adventure...
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"These are dangerous times, little girl," a man stated, his voice hoarse and his tone mocking.
Indeed, these were dangerous times. War times, to be exact. But what was taking place in that moment had nothing to do with any war, at least not directly. It was just a good old ambush, and a rather classic scenario at that, at least at first glance; a lone girl who had strayed too far away from her home, thinking that nothing bad would ever happen to her, perhaps due to intoxication, stupidity, or just an innocent mind. Around her was three men, clad in ragged clothes, dirty, smelly, and armed with crude wooden clubs and hatchets.
"Ain't no place for a city girl like you," another one added, his thick accent similar to that of the peasants in the outskirts of the kingdom. "Shoulda stayed within the walls."
However, what neither of them knew was that despite her pretty, feminine exterior, the petite girl that sat there on the grass with her back pressed tightly against a large oak tree was in fact no girl at all. Indeed, what all three of them had become so worked up over was a young boy, albeit one that possessed more feminine features than most girls. Truth be told, hardly anyone would have seen him for what he really was, especially considering that his clothing of choice consisted of a white dress accompanied by a black corset. Of course, it was doubtful that it mattered to them what gender he was, at least assuming that they were anything like typical bandits. If it looked like a girl, it was good enough for them.
As the men slowly approached him, the boy's eyes darted around, desperately searching for a way out of the dire situation, but it was hopeless. During his thousands of ventures into the woods, things had never gone this wrong, ever. All this time he had thought that he had known exactly what he was doing, and that the paths he liked to walk along and the flower-clad glades throughout the forest that he liked to visit were all safe, but alas.
He had just finished his weekly flower picking when he suddenly found himself surrounded by the three men, just as stars were starting to dot the evening sky above the tall trees, the dark surroundings making for a perfect place of ambush. It was the exact type of thing that his mother had warned him about, and the very reason that she had forbidden him to go outside the enormous city walls. But the outside was the only place where he truly felt free, and like the little rebel he was he always ignored his mother's warnings, instead choosing to spend his time the way he felt was natural to him, as far away from human civilization as he could travel on his short legs. And now he was paying the price for it.
"... Help!" he finally called out, in a broken, weak voice, one that the men could never have guessed belonged to a boy. "Someone..."
"Noisy little one, aintcha?" the third man mocked, as he went on to kneel in front of the crying boy, reaching out with a rugged hand towards him. "Looks like we're gonna have to stuff that mouth o' yours..."
"No, please, I-" the boy began, but something cut him off. Not a hand pressed against his mouth, not a gag, not anything of the sort.
Despite the danger he was facing, there was something that shifted his attention from the bandits surrounding him. In the ever darkening forest clearing, where the moonlight now only lit up a small area around the spot that he was sitting in, and where the only visible outlines up until that point had been the three men and the enormous trees, something else had appeared, something that remained shrouded in the shadows. It stood directly behind the man in the middle, who was also the one furthest back, towering over him by a good two feet, its shoulders seeming twice as wide as his. The boy wasn't used to anything other than a carefree life of flower picking and tea drinking, but even so, he knew without a doubt that whatever the mysterious being was, it was dangerous.
What happened next turned out to be a sight that he would never forget, a succession of events that, despite how rapidly they took place, was captured in perfect detail by him. A sudden sparkle in the air above the dark silhouette, like metal hit by the moonlight. That same sparkling object swinging through the air, followed by a sickening noise of cloth and flesh being brutally ripped apart. A splatter of blood across the ground in front of the boy, after which the man in the middle fell over, his torso cut cleanly in two from shoulder to waist.
