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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 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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 Ambushed Elf 4

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Aerin lay in Gina’s tent, not feeling motivated to move or even really doing anything. Gina had played a bit with him this morning, sliding her fingers into him, making him moan for her, but it’d only been a momentary distraction before she got up and left the tent. He’d been collared again, this time with a proper slave collar of corrupted steel with a chain that was held place by a spike in the ground. He could get up, and maybe even try to dislodge the spike, but the thing was a meter long, and with her high orc strength, she’d driven it down deep, only stopping when it hit some kind of rock below. Though, truth be told, even if it was only a small tent spike keeping him here, he wasn’t sure he had the willpower to do something so trivial, or deal with the consequences after. After… after Gina had made him cum from his ass, had pegged him, and forced him to realise that he might have been abandoned… he… he didn’t know what to do, and he just lay in bed. His routine didn’t change much, with Gina taking him everywhere she went, teasing him, pleasuring him, but now that he was left alone, he just stared off into the distance, tears sporadically filling his eyes whenever he couldn’t help but think on how he might have been abandoned, how... how his family might have just left him to be corrupted. 

His only respite since Gina had left to do something was the hot flashes, when his ass would twitch, and his dick would harden in its cage. He’d pant, and whine, his worries suddenly overtaken by a mighty need, and he’d end up curled in her blankets, one hand on his caged cock and balls, massaging them, while his other hand slipped back there, teasing his ass as he moaned into the pillow. Those flashes didn’t last long until they were bashed aside by those horrible, horrible thoughts, by those thoughts that he’d never see his family again, or at least, never see them again as they were supposed to be, uncorrupted, pure, and proper. He’d either push through, interrupting them with his wild sudden desires until he gave up after tiring himself, or he’d realise what he was doing, and stop it all, disgust reining supreme. When the last succeeded, he’d feel a churning in his stomach with himself, his weakness allowing the orc to so easily unbalance him, to corrupt him despite the chastity cage, and steal now two of his virginities. He only had one left now, and since the new Demon Lord came to power, the power of corruption had only grown. Aerin wondered what would happen to his cage, would the demonic energies merely break it off, or would it grow worse? Perhaps it would gain spikes and elongate the cage? Maybe it would let him feel everything done to his cage, becoming like a cock that tortured the real one within, stabbing into it with spikes as it electrocuted him, and forced him to cum at his “wife’s” whim? Then, when would he begin to like it? He knew it would happen eventually; he’d become warped and unrecognisable compared to before. She’d change, enough that he’d find anything enjoyable. 

It’d happened to his Uncle, the original heir to house Feldon, before he’d been captured in a Dark Elf raid. Aerin’s Father had gathered a grand force of ten thousand elves, rallying his own men, conscripting from the populous, and calling on all of his allies to assist in saving Aerin’s Uncle, even converting to worship the great Patron and praying to him. The Patron even gave Aerin’s father his boon in return for being ever loyal to the Patron. It was one of the few successful wars against the monsters since the rise of the new demon lord. They’d marched on the fortress of the Dark elves, and lay waste to it, the trap that the elves had tried to spring, failing utterly as their hubris brought their ruin. 

Father had found Uncle, tied up; his mistress beating him savagely, blood dripping from the whip she used on him, his balls twisted and tied up, needles piercing through them, while his cock had been flattened, and all manner of different, horrible tortures had been done to him. When Father had burst into the room to save Uncle, he’d been begging her for more, a manic smile on his hooded face as she tortured him, the corruption having filled him, and changed him. When ordered, like a dog, Uncle tried to kill Father, and while Father struggled, trying to save Uncle. It wasn’t to be, as when he killed the harlot who’d enslaved Aerin’s Uncle, twisting his mind in such horrible and ugly ways…

The results hadn’t been pretty. Father had been found, beaten, battered and bruised, blood dripping from his mouth, his eye torn out and thrown across the room with claw marks scaring his face. All the while he held the one responsible, his dearest older brother, the one he’d always looked up to, who he’d been forced to slay to protect himself. 

Soon, Aerin supposed he’d end up like that, like his Uncle. A hollow creature, defiled and corrupted by the one who held him captive now. She’d already defiled him in all ways but one, and even that little bit of purity left in him couldn’t hold back her corruption, especially now. Especially now that he couldn’t stop denying the obvious. He was abandoned. Aerin had grown up on the stories of how his Father had gathered his allies and troops in record time, charging to the rescue, and how it inspired a generation of commoners and nobles alike to do the same. 

What had made his Father abandon him? Did he already suspect Aerin of falling? Did he doubt the Patron’s power? If so then what use was this cage he had on? Why torture him like so? Why restrict a growing elf access to his needs, his sexual desires? All it’d done was make it so that while it prolonged his corruption, it made it all the worse, because… because he enjoyed how they were trying to corrupt him. If he was going to be abandoned, why even cage him! Why even fight the encroaching horde of monsters? 

“Damn it Father, why?” Aerin whispered into the pillow, hiding his face again as he slammed a weak fist into it. Had he done something wrong? Had he disappointed his Father? Why why why? Questions filled Aerin’s head as he continued to think, trying uselessly to try to figure out what it might have been that caused him and his house to abandon him.

Then Aerin remembered how Father would always visit Uncles tomb. They’d buried him in the castle, in the centre of the courtyard, and carved a statue of stone in his image above his grave. Father would visit it every day, at the break of dawn. Aerin remembered one time, he’d been up early, and wandering the halls, getting some fresh air when he saw his Father, staring at the statue, a haunted look on his face, his hand gripping his sword, like he was about to draw it. With his elven eyes, Aerin saw the tears rolling down his Father’s face, and as he came down from the walls, and snuck up close enough to hear, he heard his Father speak.

“Oh Brother, was I wrong? Were you better there, in her care?” was all he said as he stood there, not realising his son was there as well, watching and listening. Was he struck now, struck by these thoughts, these worries? Was that what kept him from coming, from riding to the rescue of his heir? Worries about having to kill him? About having to cut down another of his lineage? That he’d be corrupted by the time he came, and all he’d done was for naught? 

In the end, though, would he truly be better with Gina? When he’d been corrupted, twisted and changed? That corrupted Aerin, he would likely say so, so unrecognisable to those of his family. But then, the real Aerin, the pure one, he’d be dead, only a creature left behind, someone that the Aerin of before wouldn’t even be able to comprehend. Then again, the Aerin of even just a week ago would never understand, that clawing desire, that wondrous feeling of cuddling with his captor, of having that pillar which didn’t judge him so harshly. He hated her, and yet… and yet, he wanted so much to just cuddle with her, to slid his body up against hers, to burry his face into her far larger form, and just, and just…

He hated her, or rather should have, and yet, he wanted her here, her hands caressing his head, her strong arms and legs, curling around him, pulling him close, her smell. It… he hated how well he slept these days, how nice and rested he was now, even with his lusts. Now he only needed to mewl, and squirm. He only had to ask, and to call her Mistress, and she’d let out a small giggle before her hands fell down to his ass, and would begin to slide into him, turning him into a hot moaning mess cuddling against her.

Then, it struck him, how… how his Father abandoning him, might be right. How it might be for the best. He… he was already being corrupted; there was no doubt now. Those feelings, they… they couldn’t be right. They were wrong, and it was wrong to feel them, especially for Gin- the high orc. Oh Patron, he was lost already, and he just didn’t know it yet. Fresh tears began to fill Aerin’s eyes as he lay there, unable to move, unable to think, already mourning losing his mind, and his self, before oblivion took him.

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Aerin woke with a start, his eyes wide, as his dick was pulsing and squeezing against its confines, pulling against the bits of string that kept the cage flush against his body. He was panting and he started to move his hips, his ass twitching as he rubbed his legs together while his heart beat and he panted in a cold sweat, rational thought having fled before he woke. Aerin tried to move, but couldn’t for a moment, feeling at the warm and strong things binding him, and realised that Gina, Gina had crawled into the bed with him, and was spooning him. He heard Gina groan softly as he squirmed in her grip. Slowly, Aerin started to turn around, his mouth watering as he moved as if possessed. Lust was all that was running through his mind, as he even started to hear his back pop as he twisted in Gina’s grip, and latched onto one of her breasts. 

He suckled like a desperate new born, his lips engulfing Gina’s nipple, and his tongue sliding around her quickly hardening nub. That seemed to wake Gina up full as she let out a bit of a gasp and a giggle as she opened her legs to let Aerin properly spin. 

“Ooooh, what a slutty little elf I have here, being honest again, hmm?” Gina asked, and Aerin didn’t even try to deny it, his hormones and libido acting as the only driving force in him, his need was critical, and his intelligence, the thing that made him civilised had been pushed aside by that sudden burning need. As he suckled on her teat, Aerin started to hump at her, breathing hard through his nose as he didn’t even truly see, only doing his best to meet that critical want, that thing overpowering his will. He reached up and gripped at her other breast with his free hand, caressing it, and softly groped it, enjoying the feeling of it hardening under his fingers. Gina giggled again as she started to reciprocate, her arms reaching down Aerin’s back, and sliding across his crack.

Aerin’s response was immediate as he arched his back, doing his best to let her get a better angle of attack on it, even twisting his legs to try and spread his cheeks for her. The power of his lust overshadowing any thoughts of resisting his deep baser desires. As one of her fingers slid into Aerin’s rear, he let out a long moan into her breasts, and squeezed down on her digits. That lovely stretching driving Aerin mad as his lust addled mind wanted more. When she didn’t immediately continue to push into him, he pulled off her nipple, and looked up at her.

“Please Mistress, more!” he said breathlessly, voicing his desire, his absolute need for her to continue, or to go even farther. If he could, at this moment, as his lust overwhelmed his senses, he’d have fucked her and damn the consequences, his hormones running high and his libido higher. Gina let out a hearty laugh as she plunged her fingers into Aerin more, seeing in him now that husband she really wanted, the one that was honest with himself, and only came out at night, when his mind was weak and susceptible. As she plunged further into him, he cried out like a wanton whore, enough that it could be heard from tents around, and he didn’t care. Satisfying the need in his loins was all Aerin cared about at the moment. 

Reaching back behind her a moment, Gina grabbed a hold of something, pulling it forward, and Aerin’s eyes widened, before he swallowed upon seeing the high orc’s strap on being pulled over. 

“Lay back on the bed, and hold onto your knees, I’m going to fuck you into a puddle,” Gina said as she slid her fingers out of her hubby. Aerin didn’t waste a second as he rolled away from her, letting her kneel on the bed while he lay on his back, and pulled his legs up, breathing hard as his blush had no doubt turned him red as a beat. Gina as she stood there in the afternoon sun looked gorgeous, and his cock twitched along with his ass as he looked at her, anticipating her quenching that burning flame with her thick dildo. The high orc smiled down at him with that smug look before she grabbed onto his calves, and started to slide her way in. Aerin moaned once more, even louder this time as he felt her begin to stretch him out, opening him up as his ass greedily sucked her dildo in, spreading him wide and sending wondrous, sensual sensations through him as his ass was spread out. As the head of the dildo slid in properly, Aerin’s eyes went crossed as Gina pushed in further. 

“Oh, Patron!” Aerin cried out as Gina started to thrust into him, sliding into him like she’d learned he loved. Aerin let out a long sensual moan as she began to fuck him once more, filling him up with her faux cock that he so desperately loved. Each thrust into the elf boy made his cock twitch, though he paid it no mind, rather focusing on how good it felt, how Gina was fucking his ass and making him feel back there, as he couldn’t really perceive anything else. His eyes were crossed and unfocused, the only sounds he could hear was the pounding of his own blood, the slicks of Gina’s dildo sliding into him, and his own moans. As for what he could smell, it was all Gina’s scent, that damning musky mix of dried sweat and the trace remnants of her various sessions with him both willing and unwilling. 

As she continued to fuck him, he could already feel that wondrous bloom of pleasure beginning once again, and his moans redoubled. Aerin’s hands fell to his sides along with his head falling back as well before his moans turned to crying out for “Mistress!”

Were he able to, Aerin would have rolled back, he’d have tried his best to fuck himself on Gina’s cock, riding her reverse cowgirl if necessary to continue that incredible pleasure he felt, but he couldn’t. Gina held him down, her hips thrusting her dildo into him like a dog fucking a bitch, and Aerin couldn’t be happier. His ass squeezed and pulsed, trying to close around the dildo, practically trying to milk it of anything it might have to offer him. With one hand, Gina reached out and gripped Aerin’s long blond hair, pulling his face up, just so she could lean down and kiss him. Her tongue battered through his parted lips and dominated the kiss like she was dominating his ass, pleasure filled Aerin once more as the barrage of pleasure only continued further while he started to feel that dribble from his cock drip onto the dildo, before sliding back into him. It was almost poetic, like they were cumming together as Gina unknowingly fucked his cum up into his ass, further lubing up her toy with the treasure she desired of him.

Her hand swiped down to his cage and pulled up some of his cum, and pulled away from him. She licked it from her hands, and let out a moan as she hilted herself inside of him. Paralysing Aerin as he spasmed again, another dribbling of cum falling from the cage as he panted, overwhelmed by the sensations moving through him. He wanted more but with her holding him down, he had neither the leverage nor the energy to keep going, but luckily for him, Gina did.

They continued from there, unabated as Aerin spasmed again and again as the plundering of his ass didn’t need a recovery period before he could go on. It was like a reversal of the way the corrupted fucked, where instead of the man, corrupted in form and mind continuing to fuck as his refractory period was dialled back to being practically nil, it was Gina fucking her hubby’s ass, and him begging for more as the pleasure, the lust, and his male libido destroyed any thoughts of holding back, of taking a break. It wasn’t until the lube wasn’t enough, until the roughness of Gina’s thrusts began to make Aerin bleed, and she started hurting him that she stopped, as she tasted blood as she swiped his cum form her dildo. 

Aerin collapsed after that, curling in a ball with her around him once again, his ass swore as she slowly rubbed the healing balm into him, soothing him, and continuing to make him feel good. For now, the fucking had taken the edge off, but he was still horny, he still suckled on her hard nipples and embraced her for now, his will not up to the challenge of opposing her. He wasn’t satiated, that would only come when the cage came off, though when that would happen, was a mystery.

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