Ambushed Elf 6 (MGE)

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Aerin eyed the huge butt plug with trepidation; the thing was as long as his hand and at its base was as thick as Gina’s strap on. Though unlike the strap on, the butt plug was supposed to sit in him all day, every day he was with Gina. It even connected with his outfit, slipping into a ring that could be tightened to hold it in place. The elf’s ass clenched at the thought, both in fear, and in anticipation. He wasn’t sure whether he should be happy or not. In reality though, it didn’t matter, he’d come to love it soon enough as he was corrupted.

His high orc mistress on the other hand was gazing at Aerin with a loving look in her eyes as she oiled up the plug for him, his ass already been prepared with the same oil as she approached him. With a hand, she reached down and caressed his face with a greasy hand, smudging up his hair a bit as she turned the plug from upright to aiming at his ass. The ring widened enough that it would slide through towards his pucker. 

“Don’t worry husband, I know you’ll like this,” she said, and Aerin already knew that he likely would even when uncorrupted. But that wasn’t even the main issue. The main issue was the shining gem on the bottom of it, sparkling with some kind of enchantment that the orcs had fashioned into a special little gem butt plug for him. There was magic in that plug, and having been surrounded by the demonic mana pouring out of the orcish camp from all the sex for days, the thing’s glow had subtly shifted. After all, an astral diamond like that should shine with the intensity the brightest star in the night sky as it reflected the mana in it. Dimming like this though, it’d already been corrupted partially, either by some shamans, or more likely from the ambient corruption wafting off of the couples having sex, turned the gem from brilliant white to a light crème. 

Even that small amount of corruption would be enough to potentially push his corruption further, pushing him more and more. Ground up astral diamonds were some of the most expensive of mana potion ingredients because they were effectively crystallised mana cores, exuding mana into the environment, breathing life into dead places where none used to exist. It was how the underground became such a vibrant place despite the lack of sun, for these diamonds were the sun for those dark places.

And to be corrupted, even if only a little, it’d push it into him, his magic would increase tremendously, but it’d be tainted, as his own core became like it. It’d feed back into the diamond, and soon enough, it’d turn purple, the colour of the demon lord’s corruption, of demonic mana.

Of course by then he’d have long since fallen beyond the point of return.

With nary a rescue in sight.

Well… there had been that one elf from fa-

Aerin gasped as his mistress’s plug pressed into his ass, pushing slightly in, spreading him out. His cock twitched in its cage as he bit his lip, his attention drawn away once more to settle entirely on his dark skinned mistress. Her coal skin letting her pearly white teeth shine as she lovingly smiled down at him. Rather than push it all the way in, she started to swirl it around, pressing it further into his rear’s sensitive ring of muscles, gently opening them up. As she did so, she reached down, her thumb sliding across his cheek once again before cupping them.

“Hmm, what a wonderful face you have, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it. I think, when I get this cage off of you, when you finally reach your capital, I’ll keep all of this stuff I had my shamans make, all these tools. I’ll even keep your cage,” as she said that, her hand slipped away from his cheek, trailing down his leather strap clad chest until she was once more holding his cage. Her warmth spreading into the cage, making him harden more in the confines of his chastity. A finger of hers, slid up and pressed into between his thick, blue balls, giggling a bit as she played with him.

“We can have a bit of fun like this; we’ll reminisce at how it’s just like old times as I fuck you on my throne. My little husband, my slutty, cute elven husband.”

“How- how can you be sure you’ll win?” Aerin asked, not really questioning it, but more curious. Gina merely smiled however.

“Because Ares is on our side, and more importantly, you elves rely far too much on your archers and your speed that you’ve become predictable. Our warriors are armed with nice large tower shields, and so long as we stay in formation, we should easily topple any resistance along the way, while the dryads should keep your people from using the environment against us,” she said, pushing the plug in just a bit more, driving it deeper, and hitting that second ring of muscles, pausing and merely sliding it around, making him feel slowly better and better while she relaxed his ass so he could take the giant plug.

“Why, ah, why would the druids, druids help you?”

“Because my cute little husband, we’ve been planning this whole thing long in advance, our shamans talking with the local dryads, and we’ve promised a great many things to obtain their neutrality,” neutrality, always a funny way of saying you brought them over to your side. Ares was ‘neutral,’ but never did she ever bless those who fought the mamono these days.

“Now enough chatter of this war business, we can do that over the war table. Oh, by the way, you’ll be joining me as my own personal play thing,” and as Gina said that, the pressure from the plug increased, the thick thing starting to spread Aerin wide. It started off manageable, only drawing a slight groan from Aerin, but as Gina pushed it further in, it spread him wider and wider, and Aerin’s mouth started to fall open. His breathing coming out faster as she pushed it in. He tried to buck, his actions automatic but Gina’s arms slid around his hips and held him in place as she smiled down at him, the massive plug driving him open just like her strap on would. His eyes started to lose focus, drifting off as he started to moan a bit in response with each small push inward. Then it kept pushing him open more, his ass spread so far that his cock started to twitch, his hole trying to press down on the huge member to no avail. Gina just kept pushing, making Aerin throw his head back into the fur sheets as he let out a long wanton moan as it seemed that the plug had spread him as far as he could take it. 

Then as it reached its apex, Gina pushed just a little bit more, and his hole closed around it. Like a hammer blow the plug was sucked in by his ass, slamming into his lowest hole and smashing into his special spot like a capped ram hitting a gate. Aerin moaned louder now as his legs ceased up and they came up, nearly hitting Gina as his hips bucked, his cock twitching and even drooling a bit as he felt so full, the pressure from it all, driving all thoughts from his mind as the pressure mixed with the pleasure of it, making a strange, constant sensual feeling flowing through him that made it hard to concentrate.

“G-g… Gi… Mis- ah,” Aerin tried to call out, but the feelings in him continued to batter his focus, each pulse clouding his mind that he couldn’t think, he couldn’t focus, all there was, was his hot, beautiful mistress over him, her perfect breasts making him want to play with them, to suck them. Then there was the plug, so big in his ass, making him feel so full, constantly pressing into his special spot, and sending waves of pleasure through him every time his ass clenched, every heart beat as a battering of pleasure from the pressure. He, he couldn’t breathe as he realised his was still drawing in breath, trying to fill his lung’s to capacity but they wouldn’t fill any more, and it was a struggle to even exhale. 

“Mi-” he tried to call out, and his mistress took him in her arms, holding him to her, his head buried in her bosom as he eyes rolled back. He felt her fingers sliding through his hair, her nails adding another sensation. Not sensual pleasure but a tingling sensation on his skull that added one more thing to his already overloaded mind.

 He couldn’t help as he humped into her waist and stomach, his ass clenching and his dick twitching in its cage as he moved his hips. All in a vain attempt to find some kind of way of furthering his pleasure, his lustful male hind brain taking over in the moment as his higher functions were continuously battered back by the constant flush of sensual sensations slithering their way up his spine. As she held him to her, Gina’s fingers slipped down his back, grabbing a hand full of his ass, something nearly lost to Aerin before she started to help him along, pressing his plug in just a slight bit. His wanton moans raised an octave, muffled as they were by Gina’s massive high orc breasts as he hung onto her for dear life. 

“Imagine if I did have a real cock, I’d be so hard right now you know. You hot fucking minx. Fuck, I think I’d make you my little cock sleeve if I did have a dick, and let you hang off of me as a sexy little ornament while I greeted the troops. Let them squirm and wish they could have an elven prince as sexy as you,” Gina said as she continued to play with him. He could hear her, but wasn’t able to respond further since his unconscious and automatic movements were the only things he was capable of doing. He was already panting, moaning in between breaths, and holding on as tight as he could, and yet the words only inflamed his desires. 

“Uh, boss?” an unknown, orcish voice called out from somewhere beyond the tent, and suddenly Gina stopped her playing, leaving him to hump and clench on the plug on his own. “The meetings started, and their waiting for you.”

“Troll piss!” Gina cried before Aerin felt her hand slip off his head and they both gripped his ass, before lifting him up and Gina started to run.

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“Right, ah, as you can see here on the map, the elves have- oh sweet, oh, have gotten rather in- uh- industrious these last couple of years, they’ve started building siege weapons as of late according, oh Maou, to the Dryads, chopping down trees left and right to create- ah fuck, ah, create catapults and a, ooh, whole load of bows.”

“How the hell didn’t the Sabbath see this until the Dryad’s told them?” 

“Elves are not the most expansionary group, mostly preferring isolation, so most likely the Sabbath has labelled them a non threat so long as no one enters their woods until troops are good and ready to move in.”

“That’s, umph, oh fuck right there Oni-chan, fuck, ah, that’s right!”

“Aren’t these the same guys who razed that whole city of dark elves like a decade ago then built on top of it?”

“They assimilated them, not sure how they’ve not ended up corrupted yet, but yes that’s them.”

“Ohhh fuck I love it when you cum in me Oni-chan~!”

Aerin listened in as he sat there, hugged tight to Gina’s chest, her breasts framing his head, both of their nipples hard, his cock straining in his cage while the pleasure from his ass continued. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to walk straight even if he really tried. The feelings were too good, though he’d at least gained enough composure to regain some of his mind back. They were talking about Father’s realm, and the various states that swore fealty to the Grand Tree alliance. Of Gina’s war council, there were a few high orcs here gathered around the table, everyone with their spouse. Some of those talking were high orcs with their submissive husbands, while others were the incubi, either former heroes or just as powerful as them, who spoke in the stead of their submissive orc or even high orc wives. At the other end of the table was the head of the shamans the orcs had, a child-like high orc girl who was sitting on the lap of her “Oni-chan,” said man humped into her cunt as she tried to continue like nothing was going on, and utterly failing to do so.

If this is how they plan things, no wonder they hadn’t moved their camp and taken advantage of what momentum they had from the surprise invasion. Aerin could already see how what the little orc witch was doing was arousing people. Incubi were already playing silently with their spouses, or high orcs were just idly stroking their husbands off and playing with their cunts. Even Gina was taking part, if to a lesser extent. Rather than anything more overt, she’d had just placed a hand on his crotch, the warmth already enough to fill him with a pleasant warmth, inflaming his sensual core and making him clench around his plug. He still couldn’t speak straight, but he was getting better.

“Are they likely to bring them into battle?” Gina asked, looking to one of the incubi with his high orc wife. The man just shook his head.

“Not a chance beyond the initial attacks while we charge. Too high a chance of friendly fire once we are close. I can take a few groups of orcs with me to hit their back lines and then they’ll have lost any chance of dealing damage before we charge. So long as we keep in formation, we should be good after the initial fight.”

“And what do you think my cute husband? You’re from here are you not? Why are your people preparing for war?” Gina asked, looking down at him as she squeezed slightly, a tinge of pleasure flowing into him as she squeezed his balls just enough to tease him, but nothing more. Squirming a bit and biting his lip for a second, he watched as everyone was looking at his very, lewd outfit. In truth, compared to everyone else’s clothing, it might be considered modest but it still felt embarrassing to be looked at like this.

“It- it’s the will of our Patron, he is the main God of our people. Father says he has spoken with him, and at his suggestion, he builds weapons of war.”

“Ooooh, a warlike God, Ares’ll love to hear that if she doesn’t already know. I’ll bet she can’t wait to get her hands on him and ride his cock until he can’t stand to be without her,” one high orc said, a smile on her face as she pulled at her man by his oversized genitalia, pulling him forth a bit, her hand sliding around the head of his cock, making him whimper a bit as he quivered there. Others who looked gave slight giggles, one orc, one of the few who weren’t a perfectly submissive wife for her incubi husband chortled before speaking up.

“If he’s the elven god that came up with the Warmaster’s pet’s little chastity device, I’d bet that he’ll end up like the Warmaster’s pet once we’ve battered his followers into submission and built temples in Ares’ honour on the ruins of his.”

“Gro-baggath, he’s not my pet, he’s my cute little husband who been so very good for me, haven’t you?” Gina asked, a finger coming up to Aerin’s ear, rubbing it a bit while she continued to grope at his balls. As she did so, Aerin let out a little moan, almost cat like in nature as she rubbed his sensitive tips, his own hands having to grip onto her thighs more to keep himself from reaching out, from grabbing onto something.

“But you don’t deny my point.”

“No I don’t, she’ll have to do as I am unless she can find his key. After all, I’ve only just started to properly corrupt my cute little boy, while my troops have already pushed their husbands to the starting phases of incubisation, showing them the folly of their prudish ways and making them understand a mamono’s love.” With that one of the incubi heroes give a chuckle before speaking up.

“From what I’ve heard you’re husband is practically an incubus already with how he paws at you, and how he’s dressed, he just needs to be corrupted to match his state of purity with his horny nature,” one of the incubi said, his wife having long since disappeared below the table at some point, slurping sounds emerging from over there as the incubi lord sat spread legged. Gina giggled at that, pulling away from his ear and starting to scratch at his head again. She did so love to make him feel tingles up there.

“You’re not wrong, but that’s why I’ve got his plug in. Come on, stand up Aerin,” she said, patting his head and Aerin’s eyes widened, looking up at Gina.

“Wait… mistress,” he tried to say but she just looked down at him and giggled a bit. 

“Don’t worry, they all know,” she said, while the childish orc witch at the other end of the table giggled into her small hands before speaking up as well:

“I even helped out on it, I let Oni-chan cum in me so much, and make so much demon mana that we were able to corrupt that thing, and others helped!” she said while the rest of the table nodded along, grinning lecherously at him. Even the submissive parts of each relationship seemed to be looking at him, smiling wicked grins as they watched him.

“I, do I- do I have to show off?” he asked, looking up at his Mistress who continued to smile at him while she nodded. Swallowing, and with shaky legs, Aerin got up, walking forth a bit, before he realised that Gina had gotten up as well, her arms slipping under his own before picking him up, and bringing him around to the table. Practically shoving him on, he landed on all fours in the middle of the war map, scattering pieces that represented everyone’s units everywhere while Gina pressed down on his back, forcing him to arch it. His cage dangled between his legs, his ass spread and his toy in his ass moved as his cock twitched, making his ass clench a bit. Aerin breathed hard for a few moments, before he felt a slap on his ass.

“Come on husband, show everyone your new toy,” she said, Aerin blushing as he let his hair hid his face, keeping him from seeing everyone as he slowly began to turn around on all fours. There were cat calls and whistles as he showed his ass off, his plug no doubt drawing their attention as even from the outside it looked rather big, and he’d had it in him the whole time. 

Aerin did his best to ignore it all, to ignore the humiliation as Gina once more showed off her favoured sex toy, her favourite thing to torment as he tried to ignore how… how horny he was getting all over again, his lust rising despite his desire to deny how… hot it was to show himself off, to be presented like this. 

Despite himself, every time he wore his lewd, slutty uniform, his breath quickened and his mouth watered a bit, his core recognising his outfit, and how horny it made him feel. The humiliation was the same, people laughing, giggling, and getting aroused by his lurid form. Though here in the monster girl’s came it was mostly just girls licking their lips, wanting a slutty elf boy of their own to torment. 

He hated how horny it made him now to be displayed so lewdly, and to be shown for what he really was, just a horny show dog, no good for anything but to be paraded around, and used for sex.

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