Ambushed Elf 7 (MGE)

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The butt plug had to have been having an effect on him. There was no doubt about it to Aerin. Rather than his somewhat sore ass being soothed with cream, he felt… really good. He was horny as hell, and in truth, after last night’s fun he couldn’t really calm down. His ass cheeks had stung, but he felt good. Aerin’s pleasure was heightened from the pain, his cock growing hard in his cage when Gina landed a blow on his rump. The pain not only increasing his pleasure due to the contrast from Gina fucking his ass but even adding further to it. Like the pain itself was enough to arouse him. While he’d never really considered himself a proper masochist before he’d also never… directly grown horny from a spank itself. But now he wanted it, he wanted her. Gina never left his thoughts, and unlike before, it wasn’t some lament on his state or the conflict that had raged in his heart over her. How she made him feel, and how she treated him. How she was supposed to be his enemy, but he was slowly losing the fight.

His heart was giving in. Her forces of affection had breached the gates, her troops were inside, and slaughtering what was left of his cold bulwark. All that was left for her to take was the keep. The final barrier, and the forces of corruption would win. From how every time she entered his thoughts, he blushed, but moved closer to her, how she dominated his mind even from only a day or two from the plug. The corruption from weeks of capture and all this demonic energy, combined with now the plug was too much. He knew his fight would soon be over. He could already see the trebuchets cresting the hill, being built to finally put an end to his resistance. She would finally break his uncorrupted core even without having once bounced on his cock. 

She’d build a castle over the ruins of his heart, rebuilding him and lording over him with a castle made of her love, a love that he wasn’t even sure he’d be able to tell if it was genuine or not. His core would be corrupted, and that would be the end of him as a true and proper elf.

In some way it was a comfort as he lay there in the bed of furs. Her petting his head, him hugging her tight as they luxuriated in the wonderful bed, her scent a thing he couldn’t get enough of as her corruption penetrated him. He would resist no any longer, he’d be only trapped by the chastity cage, rather than by her. His oppressors would shift, no longer would he be bound to the tent as he was, but rather allowed to roam, for where would he go? He’d be corrupt. He’d be dead as far as most other elves would be concerned. 

And the armies of the Orcs would march on his home. They’d conquer it, and all would be lost to the demons. Even if he wasn’t corrupt by then, he’d hid his horror by diving straight into his love of Gina, uncaring if it was influenced by corruption for what else would he have? Where could he turn to? He’d have nothing but her, her and her armies having systematically destroyed everything he’d have been able to call home, and corrupted his very soul. 

But she’ll be there, she’d be a clearing in the dark forest, a safe place where she’d hold him tight. She’d love him, for she’d claimed him as her husband. The corruption of the demon lord would bend his mind to love her, and so, why resist any longer?

Why indeed?

Then someone ran into the tent, throwing the cover aside. In an instant, Gina was up, pulling away from his embrace and he could hear a growl.

“This had better be good,” she snarled, and blearily, Aerin opened his eyes, looking up to see a breathless Orc.

“The Elves, they’ve amassed a force and have taken to the field. They’ve already pushed us back from our latest gains over the last little while. They’ll have already reached our forward fort so that’s likely burned down by now as well by their mages” the Orc cried, and suddenly the anger at their slow awakening being interrupted disappeared from Gina’s face, instead replaced by worry.

“Fuck, I thought we’d have more warning. Shit, what are their forces?”

“Scouts said lots of cavalry riding through the forest paths ahead of the army. Only a few scouts got away. They’re slaughtering our marauders and scouts. A village the forward forces took over is being raided as we speak. Other than that, lots of infantry and archers, a dozen or so catapults and a few dozen battle mages. It’s the largest elven army I’ve ever seen.”

“I should have expected this… Are the shrines to Ares done?” Gina asked and the scout nodded but seemed rather worried.

“They are but despite our prayers, Ares has yet to answer.”

“What?” both Gina and Aerin asked. Ares had yet to answer? That wasn’t usual for Ares to just go and ignore her disciples, especially monsters. The Goddess for all that she claimed to be neutral, as far as Father was concerned, as nothing of the sort. Her blessings often led to the fall of human realms to the various monsters as what her blessings and magic did was rather direct in assisting monster kind thrive and prosper. Death was rare enough on the battlefield when Ares was involved, with casualties more often measured in battlefield rapes rather than who was actually hurt or killed. 

If she wasn’t answering… that would certainly work in the elves favour, was this Father riding to the rescue? It didn’t fit the stories, or what Father said he’d do if he was captured. Unless he didn’t think his retinue was enough to take the camp… As Aerin wondered, Gina turned to him.

“Honey, do you know what might have caused this?” she asked, but Aerin shrugged. He’d never heard of a deity not answering. Of course, he’d also not heard of the fact that the Dark elves had been assimilated. He wasn’t born yet, but the history lessons about his Father’s reign showed he’d been rather bloody about the whole affair. The place had been effectively razed, the population cut down to the last dark elf in some ritual his teacher had yet to get to… In fact, that might have been his next lesson, but he’d yet to learn it properly.

But now that he thought about it, how had they repopulated the whole place anyways? He’d been to the once underground fortress of the dark elves. Only regular elves, though… they did have a rather… naughty way of dress from what he’d seen. Certainly less modest than the average elf of these lands.

“I don’t… while my tutors taught me much, the ways of the Gods was not his strong suit, and thus he decided to leave that to my Father once he’d finished teaching me. Father had been so busy those days…” to his answer Gina just sighed before slipping an arm around him before pulling him into her lap.

“It’s alright, even without Ares, we’re still orcs, orcs under the Maou, and ever since the Maou took charge we’ve been unbeatable ever since,” she said in an almost reassuring tone, and Aerin nodded. 

“Now we best get to the front, and I’ve got the perfect place for you my cute hubby,” she said as her fingers slipped down his body, and started to rub at the plug. Aerin looked up and saw her lewd grin, and felt a flutter in his heart, his breath quickening, and his cock growing hard in his cage. He wondered what she had in store for him this time.

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“Mmmmmmh!” Aerin cried out into the ball gag, his groans and moans a constant accompaniment for the entire force of orcs as they moved. Each step from Gina bounced Aerin on her cock, specifically made to let her walk with him impaled on her strap on. Aerin himself was tied to her, his arms behind her back, his legs slipped into holsters and tied there, while the collar was attached to her bra. It left his head between her bountiful breasts as they pressed into the back of his head, and she’d taken to making large bounding steps. Each step bounced him up and down her enchanted strap on, pressing it right into his special place as each bound sent waves of pleasure through him. 

Of course Gina wasn’t just letting her new way of fucking him do all the work as her fingers roamed his form, his heavy balls her main target as she fondled and played with him. He must have cum at least four times now, each time Gina managed to get her mug into place as she filled her cup with his cum. Then came the lewd slurping and the sounds of satisfaction she got as she drank his seed. The sounds made him horny all over again, her enjoyment of his seed hardening his softened cock as he’d started to squirm again, helping Gina fuck him, his embarrassment over being effectively presented as a trophy slowly dying away after over an hour of being fucked by Gina at the front of the war party they’d teleported near the forward fort.

Besides, he’d already been shown off and fucked at the totem at the beginning of his captivity, he’d been paraded around like a slut in a whorish and admittedly hot new outfit. Being fucked at the head of the orcish warband was nothing. All it did was make him hornier, the fact that she was being shown off, humiliated in front of all these orcs, pleasure overriding his senses as Gina showed off her lewd husband. As she showed how easily he was manipulated, controlled. How he was helpless to stop her as she fucked his ass with every step, bringing him to orgasm by merely walking. How pathetic was he to have been reduced to this. 

The fact that it felt great didn’t help what little pride he had left. Rather the pleasure made him want to help her, to fuck himself on her in order to feel more and more of the delicious sensations she was giving him. It felt like his whole body was being taken when he climaxed from his ass. Warmth would flood him more and more as they fucked, spreading the pleasure through his whole body as it all felt amazing. His sensitive body becoming more and more lewd the more he was fucked, the corruption filling him and was no doubt changing him. He’d never reacted as strongly as he did now when Gina would tire of his balls, and instead go for his nipples. They’d stand on end, and her pinches sent shivers through him, small bouts of pleasure almost making him whine as she left his chest alone. His thighs had grown more sensitive as well, and really most of his skin. Gina’s caresses by now had turned into electric touches that made his heart race. 

He wasn’t sure if it was the corruption, or the anticipation of the pleasure she was about to give him every time she held him down, every time she gave him that lewd look. But whatever it was it was working more and more as he grew to crave her. He was getting ruined by her, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to come back from this even if he was rescued. The corruption was already started to press towards his core, altering his mind, his body, and his spirit. He could feel its inky tendrils filling him. The plug had spread it further than before, but even fucking like this, with her strap on pushed enough corruption into him that he found it harder and harder to resist her advances.

Then all of a sudden they stopped. It took long, long moments for Aerin’s eyes to roll back down, and then for his vision to return to focus. He shook his head slightly and blinked the blurriness from his eyes, only to suddenly freeze. They had stopped at an open field in the middle of the woods, a large island in the sea of trees, and across from the field, standing vaguely in the center of it by a pavilion, was his Father. 

Due to their superior elven eyes, he could see his Father clearly. Aerin got nearly all of his features from his Father, to the point that many servants said he looked like a younger doppelganger of the elf. Other than age, the only major difference between himself and his father was that of a large curled moustache which graced his upper lips and the fact that his jaw was more pronounced. As his Father saw Aerin, his eyes widened at seeing… seeing this, how tense he’d suddenly become, how his hand gripped his sheathed sword. Despite all of the corruption, despite how aroused he became at other seeing his sorry state, his Father seeing him made Aerin suddenly desire death. As if all sense returned to him he wanted to escape, to pull himself off of Gina’s cock and flee for the woods. He, he didn’t want his Father to see him like this. Suddenly all his embarrassment returned to him and he had to look away, unable to meet his Father’s shocked gaze, tears slowly gathering in his eyes as his move was swift enough to drag his hair in front of his face. But that look of shock… Had…

Had he not known?

How… how was that possible? Surely his fiancé would have reported he’d gone missing… That had been where he’d been going to when he’d been ambushed… unless.

No, the druids had cut a deal with the orcs, and the McRyan family, the one his fiancé was a part of; there were quite a few druids in that family…

Suddenly it was making far too much sense why his Father had never come for him. 

They moved forth to the pavilion, just the leadership of the horde. The incubi and high orcs, a whole party of them compared to just Father, and two servants. Not even warriors from the looks of it. Other than the sounds of leather shifting and the slight clinking of chainmail bikinis, the only sounds were of foot falls and of Aerin’s little moans as he couldn’t resist the little squeals as his ass continued to be impaled with each of Gina’s long, bouncing strides. 

Then, they all came to a stop.

Aerin had to breathe into Gina’s breasts, panting, his whole body shaking. Her strides having set him on edge, and his Father was right there. There was a roiling in his stomach, and while there was pleasure, there was also a desire to pull his hands and legs out of their bindings, to pull himself off of Gina, and go drown himself in a river. He’d thought all of his modesty gone. Yet it now returned with a noxious sting as his Father no doubt saw how… how pitiful he’d become. He’d thought himself immune to shame and embarrassment now, but here... He felt ready to puke. 

As they stood there, they were both silent for a long time, before Aerin heard the leather of his Father's gloves gripping on his sword. It was still in its sheath though and there was a slight ruffling of cloth. Then Aerin heard his Father whisper to a servant.

“Take my sword inside, before I do something rash with it…” The elven prince heard the servant take the sword away. Aerin knew it was only a symbolic gesture. A great mage like his Father was never truly unarmed… yet he felt Gina relax as the sword was taken away. There was the sound of giggling from one of the incubi.

“Seems like he’s ready to surrender to us, probably looking to get pegged an orc Gee Eff,” the giggling incubi commented. But then Aerin heard his Father speak.

“Silence strange simpleton, I’ve come to speak to your master, not you. Now, Chief Gina Rock Tosser, Uniter of a hundred bands and a captain of the orcish war industry, you have penetrated deep into these lands, your bands assault the outer members of the alliance. Not only that, but you kidnap our people and make them your slaves. I-”

“And? What’s your point? I know all of this. Are you just going to serenade me with my accomplishments elf? I already have my cute husband here for that. Or are you going to get to the point?” Gina asked.

“The point is that I was making before you so rudely interrupted is that I am giving you an ultimatum. I give you seven days to leaves these lands of ours, you will leave all the slaves you have taken, all those who you've corrupted, the treasure you have stolen, or you and any mamono following your banner will be put to the sword.”

“Oh dear you have me quaking in my boots elf. Who are you to demand such a thing?” she asked.

“I am Grand Duke Aedmun of Norphantshire, Leader of the Grand Tree Alliance, Conquer of thirty duchies, destroyer and integrator of the demon realm of Heirstanbus, Hierophant of the Patron of the Grand Tree, Arch Magus of the Eir Forest, and soon to be crowned King of Eir. Not only that, but I am also the Father of the one you seem to have tied to you,” the last part of what Aerin’s Father said was practically spat out, and Aerin could practically hear his scowl.

“Oh my, I guess that means I’ll be calling you Daddy dearest soon,” Gina giggled, though as Aerin peaked out and saw his Father, he didn’t not seem amused in the least bit.

“I wish to speak with my son,” was all he said, deadly serious. 

“You can speak with him here, hmmm, isn’t that right hubby?” Gina asked, shifting a bit, sliding the dildo inside of him just a bit more and stirring Aerin’s insides. He couldn’t help but let out a groan, his head soon enough forced to look at his Father. Yet rather than any kind of judging glare, any kind of expected reaction of disgust in him, or even rage at how weak he was, his Father’s stare was impassive. It said very little as he looked to Aerin.

“I wish to speak with him alone,” was all he said, his tone as hard as iron. The little high orc mage was beside them, riding her husband like Aerin was being forced to ride Gina. Unlike him however, she was practically unbound, and so she leaned over to speak with the war chief.

“He’s just one elf, he can’t do much even if he’s a “grand magus” or whatever. I’m a Sabbat witch so there probably isn’t any harm.”

“I’m more worried he’ll pull some sneaky elf trick. Can’t really be trusted until their fucked good and made into monsters like us,” Gina said back before replying to Aerin’s Father.

“Fine, but you will keep the tent’s flap open where we can see you, and when you are done speaking, I’ll get my husband right back.”

“Agreed,” Aedmun said. As he agreed, Gina reached back and started to undo the various bindings that held Aerin to her, his arms and legs falling forward, before his body weight nearly sent him tumbling forward. Gina had to reach out to grab him before he pull him off her dick, a slight moan coming from him as the sensation sent bits of pleasure through him. Despite his best efforts, he found his knees were weak as Gina gently tried to stand him up. The long journey made if difficult and even painful to try to stand as he nearly fell if not for Gina. Father’s two servants came forth, and they took Aerin in their arms, draping his over their shoulders before helping him along to the tent as Aedmun walked inside. Aerin was brought in a moment after. As promised the tent flaps were not closed. Slowly, his Father’s servants tried to stand Aerin up, letting Aerin regain his legs as while he wobbled a bit from the long ride on… Gina’s dildo, he was able to stand. As soon as he seemed able to stand though, his Father came forth, and embraced Aerin, pulling his son into a deep hug, uncaring of the likely soiled nature of the boy’s garb.

“Oh Patron, I’m so sorry this happened to you,” he said, and Aerin wasn’t even sure what to say or do, so he just hugged his Father back. Though Aerin didn’t quite understand why exactly he was apologising. While before, he’d… well kind of understood that he hadn’t meant to be with Gina, her having come and taken him. Yet, suddenly the thought of being without Gina seemed foreign to him, like… like he got a sudden queezy feeling even considering him being married to someone else. 

But then, they never did marry, had they? Yet as he thought of it, his mind slowly was whisked away, his attention shifting to Gina once more, imagining her in an elven wedding gown, Aerin…

Oh who was he kidding, no doubt he’d be the one in the wedding gown, one more way to humiliate him, to tease him as she donned the wedding suit, usually reserved for elven men. Yet the thought aroused him, no doubt it’d be debauched, the silken dress cut and reduced down, his sexualised naked form underneath revealed, some kind of bondage no doubt, while Mistress would be standing there, her strap on ready. He could imagine their vows, given as she drove her dildo into him, as the orcish witch would hand her the key to his cage. She’d lock an ornate collar around his throat, and…

“Son, are you okay?” his Father asked, and Aerin was snapped back to reality, his lewd thoughts being pulled back, and he couldn’t help the roiling disgust suddenly taking form again in his stomach. He wasn’t supposed to act like this, not with his Father here.

“I-I’m sorry Father, I… I’m being corrupted… I can’t help it, I’m sorry,” Aerin said but his Father shook his head, though he did back away. Aerin tried to preserve some sense of decency as his cock strained in its cage and his nipples had grown hard. 

Though why should he? He will soon be just as debauched. A stray thought entered Aerin’s head, a horrible traitorous one, but it was there.

“Right, clothes, servants, bring my boy a robe,” he said and the servants jumped to obey, pulling from an enchanted chest a royal blue cloak that they draped over Aerin. The boy wrapped it around his lewdly costumed form, smiled and gave thanks to the servants that returned the smile in kind. While they did that, Aedmun had pulled his scabbard off his belt and placed it on the table beside his sword before taking off one of his gloves.

“What of your escort?” Father asked, indicating a chair for Aerin, who gladly took it.

“All corrupted. I don’t know if they are incubi yet, but their cores have all been turned. I felt it in the camp.”

“And yourself?” he asked, almost a hint of trepidation in his voice, almost.

“I… my mana core is still pure, but only for now. The cage… it’s helped Father, though it also has turned me into a… into a degenerate wreck, and how she touches me Father, how… how she uses me. I’m no different from them, even uncorrupted as I am. I… my. With his cage, my base desires are brought forth. With how she uses me, even uncorrupted I can’t help but… enjoy,”

“But you are uncorrupted,” Aedmun said, fixating on that, so Aerin nodded.

“Yes… Yes Father, for now, though I don’t know for how long. Gina… she has me wearing a-,” but Aerin’s Father interrupted him.

“Say no more.” Then his Father grabbed Aerin, holding his chin and head, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly Aerin felt mana flow into him. He could stop it, and almost instinctively he did, and yet Aerin held his resistance and let his Father’s mana flow into, and through him. 

After a minute of that, Aedmun stopped, and Aerin felt lighter. Lighter than he’d felt in a long time, like chains on his soul he hadn’t know were there had been released. Aerin blinked in surprise before asking: “What did you do?”

“I’ve diluted the corruption and placed a shield around your core; it should give you more time but that is it. Thank the Patron for that cage or your core would be nothing but a black pearl. Now, look to your captor,” and so Aerin did, looking to Gina as she stood there, glaring at his Father. She didn’t move to interrupt, but she was obviously annoyed as her lip curled up and her brow scrunched.

“She’s not happy,” Aerin said and his Father nodded. 

“She’s not, but then it just appears like I’m delaying the inevitable as far as she’s concerned,” Aedmun said before continuing. “Now, what do you feel about her?”

“About Gina?” Aerin asked, and Aedmun nodded. Looking to her again, Aerin considered her. His initial reaction was to denounce her as a disgusting pervert… but then he was one as well, really. Even uncorrupted, he enjoyed… well what she’d done.

“You’re infatuated.” It was a statement from Aedmun, not a question. “I assume she’s been treating you… kindly?”

“Yes… in a way.” 

“Considering her kind… no doubt she’s been engaging in your… dalliances.”

“W- you-”

“Yes I know of your… private activities. I don’t approve, but it has never interfered with your studies. I expect that you might grow out of it… and even if you don’t, you’re already an adult and can make your own mistakes. I just hope that if we are favoured in this war, then Lady McRyan will be willing to humour your… fetishes,” and as he mentioned the family of druids, Aerin froze. While he couldn’t be sure, since it might not have been all of the druids, the McRyans had a significant amount of influence on the druids and with their dryad allies that lived in the forest, or rather, their once allies.

“Father… the druids have betrayed us,” he said looking to his Father who merely raised an eyebrow.

“Is that so? Tell me more,” he asked, so Aerin continued.

“It was during a meeting of Gina’s war council. Gina brought me along, mostly… mostly as a toy, and…” Aerin trailed off, his stomach roiling a bit at the thought of being shown off like that. It still aroused him, but he couldn’t help the disgusted feeling either, of being seen, and shown off like that. 

“Leave out the sordid details if you please, such thoughts should only be shared between lovers,” his Father said and Aerin nodded.

“Suffice to say, they spoke of how they made a deal with the dryads and druids. They obtained their “neutrality” and no longer will assist the alliance in fighting off Gina’s horde,” Aerin said and Aedmun nodded. 

“All the while conveniently not saying a thing about their change in allegiance as they listen in on our plans. Are you sure that they didn’t just feed you some kind of misinformation? Do you think that they perhaps knew that I and my forces were coming to deal with them?” Aerin however shook his head at his Father’s words.

“We-” and Aerin blushed, his arousal rising again as he remembered what they’d been doing before. “No, Gina wouldn’t let us be interrupted like we had been, and she’d been so confident during that war council that nothing could go wrong. I think she was genuine in her surprise that you marched out here.”

As he answered, his Father’s face grew grim, his gloved hand pulling the one side of his moustache straight before letting it go and letting it curl back up once again as he thought. “Then we are betrayed. The McRyans never spoke of your capture to me, or even indicated you’d never made it. I’d merely assumed you’d forgotten to write, and they said you were an upstanding elf who they were glad was courting their daughter. I’ll have to have an army march down there and bring them to justice. All the druids and dryads too if what you say is correct. Not that I would be too terribly surprised if you are. They were never too keen on our patron.”

Aerin could only nod. After all, the dryads tended to the forest of Eir, they would have no doubt known about Aerin’s capture, and by not informing his Father, they’d become complicit, the druids too as they could speak with the trees, they’d know about this as well, or at the very least the McRyans would have.

“I guess that means I’m no longer betrothed,” Aerin said, drawing a smirk from Aedmun.

“No, it seems that you’re not… makes me wonder if our Patron did something that pushed them to perform this… betrayal” Father wondered, though Aerin couldn’t say. While it could just be prejudice on the part of the Dryads and Druids against the Patron, Father had conquered thirty states and brought war to the forests of Eir. That meant siege weapons needed to be constructed, large amounts of lumber required for the repairs after the battles. Even just wood to keep the first in the camps would be enough to annoy the Dryads. Not to mention how Father no doubt would have likely directly intervened if a Dryad raised a hand against his soldiers. He’d never heard of any Dryad incidents on his Father’s campaigns.

But then again, the Patron was odd as well. He desired his Father to create shrines to him in the forests of Eir. They were giant trees certainly not natural to these lands, things that towered above the tree lines, filled with leaves, and bore on them massive pods the size of men. Around the trees he required large areas dug around the trees where water would be channelled, boxes of armaments were to be placed in four sections around the tree as well. That meant that at least a bit of clearing was needed, and the trees themselves were rather efficient at taking nourishment from the ground, efficient enough that for an area around the tree, the woods would begin to die, but not before creeping vines from the tree would rise up on them, as if to strangle them. The dryads couldn’t be happy about those shrines either. 

“Now, back to Gina,” Father said, cutting his wondering short. “It’s clear enough why you are infatuated, but a relationship is built on more than just her trying to mind break my poor boy by appealing to his… fetishes. Tell me, has she at all done more than after care? No doubt she's cuddled with you after having her way with you but, has she done more than that? Has she really spoken with you much, really tried to get to know you?”

“No, she hasn’t Father, but why are you entertaining such an idea? Even if she is… well…”

"Enticing," he said, betraying nothing and Aerin cringed at him saying as such.

"Y-yes," and Aerin's Father gave a long "hmm," his hand coming up to play with his moustache a bit. 

As he did so he looked off out of the tent at Gina. The high orc had turned to mingle with those of the war council that had come. "The reason why I entertain these thoughts is that it could be that you are fated to be with this mamono." 

“Fated?”

“Yes, fated. There are a few theories on fate from the diviners we have in our nation. One theory is that fate has shifted now to favour relationships and love, while others hold a far more depressing theory which is that fate has sought fit to serve the demon lord, like so many other forces in this world. Personally, I hope for the former, as otherwise we will fall like so many others in the past. Now as you can guess, if you and this Gina, are fated to be together, then there will be little I can do to stop this beyond killing the both of you. I learned that the hard way.”

“So I am doomed,” Aerin said his voice dower and depressed, even as his loins stirred un bidden at the thought of Gina. 

“Not necessarily. We have no way of knowing what you are fated, or if fate even exists. But if fate does exist, and fate wants you two together, that does not mean that we can not take advantage of the situation.”

“So what you’re going to marry me off to stave off war with the orcs?” Aerin asked but his Father shook his head.

“As if that would work, no you can not bribe barbarians like them without it eventually leading to ruin, and besides, I wasn’t talking about political machinations, though those could be possible... No what I mean is that I think you ought to see about regaining some of your dignity. You do not have to be the meek broken in slave that I saw you’d nearly been reduced to. But first you must gain her respect.”

“Gain her respect, how?”

"Fight her. No doubt now that I have filled you with my pure mana you now have the willpower to resist her. The retribution for your rebellion will no doubt be swift and brutal, but if you can emerge uncorrupted from her corrective measures, then you might begin to gain some respect in her eyes and. In the end, even if this war ends in our destruction and all that is left of us is corrupted husks of those we used to be, then at least you my son will be more than just a slave."

“And if I am corrupted?” Aerin asked.

“Then at least you will have drawn her attention away from the war,” Aerin’s Father said. “With that shield around your core, it would take a great amount of time and effort to magically corrupt you, and it’d leave her distracted. If she wastes all of her time with you, then it will give us time to sort out who is friend and who is foe within our ranks, and clean house. If you can distract her enough that it seriously hampers her ability to pay attention to the war, I’ll make an exception for you and her when the time comes. There is a lovely little island in the bay that you and Gina may reside upon. The navy can keep you supplied, and I shall even provide a servant to serve each and every one of your needs. But to achieve this, you’d still need to fight back and earn her respect.”

"But how would I fight back?" Aerin asked and his Father merely shrugged.

"You'll have to find some way. Don't use your magic, it will draw power away from the shield and allow them to corrupt you easier. With a band of orcs so haphazardly gathered they can't have so much discipline to not at least have left some kind of weapon around. Perhaps a forgotten club or... a sword, left so carelessly unguarded on a table. So easily stolen..."

"You mean for me to-"

"That is up to you, I will not break my word, you will have to go back to Gina, even if I have to force you… But perhaps, you might not have to suffer such a humiliating exit? Earning enough respect to not be worn as a trophy would be a start," his Father said, leaning back in his chair, before Gina called out from where she was.

"Are you done? I want to have some fun with my husband!" Gina called out as she stood there with her hips cock and a hand on her hip. Her one hand was stroking her strap on, the thing sliding up and down it, almost like she was jerking herself off as she stared towards them. All at once, Aerin felt a cold dread... and a warm arousal fill him, hot and cold suddenly doing battle as his arousal warred with his newly rediscovered sense of self respect. His hole twitched, his cock started to grow hard in its cage, while the icy feeling of dread filled his belly with butterflies that brought out a cold sweat. Aering swallowed and looked to his Father, Aedmun pretended to look away, one eye still watching him, and then whispered.

"It is up to you my boy." Yet while he said it, Aerin couldn't help but also think of the army his Father had gathered, all those eyes staring at him, watching him be violated. It'd... it'd be crushing, it'd have to be. Besides, he had no desire to be bound to Gina, being bounced around on her cock as they walked, a trophy for her to display to all who saw as he was fucked more and more.

Okay some desire...

Yet, he also had a duty to the Duchy, to his Father as well. Not to mention being respected would be nice, to be more than just some high orc's sex slave waiting on her every whim with no will of his own.

"Come on hubby," Gina said as she started to walk forward towards the tent. Aerin got up from his seat, but in an instant grabbed his Father’s sword and stepped out from the tent. Once outside, he pointed it towards the High Orc. Seeing this she stopped, and all those she'd been speaking to froze as well. Hands went to weapons and spells as Gina's expression darkened, and her hand lazily fell on her weapon as well.

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