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Rahvin
02-15-2008, 05:01 AM
Not sure if this should go here, in the bestiality section (it is a beastman, after all) or in the non-consent section... For now, though, since it's not real-world, I'll stick it in here.




Shallaeran Nihsurae, Glade Guardian of the Asrai, the Wood Elves of Athel Loren, whirled, bow held ready, arrow nocked. A dark shape leapt from between two great trees, and her arrow found its heart, hitting home with a wet thump. The beastman fell to the leaf-covered floor, clutching at the mortal wound and screaming in agony.

Another beastman appeared, and another, before Shallaeran could ready another shot. She turned and fled as more of the vile things entered the forest clearing. Ducking behind a large tree, its bole well over a meter in diameter, she dropped her bow and drew her slender, curved knife.

Heavy footfalls rustled through the leaves, and she dived round the tree, stabbing with her knife. A beastman fell, a thin hole punched through its chest, and then she was upon another. She leaped into the air, and aimed a savage kick at the beastman’s head. The thing’s horned skull snapped backwards and it dropped to the floor, its neck broken.

She turned to strike again, but her knife was knocked from her hand by a huge, knotted club. The thin blade flew from nerveless fingers, and Shallaeran gasped in sudden pain. She threw herself backwards, away from the huge beastman that wielded the club, and barely avoided her head being split open by a looping downstroke.

She scrabbled on the floor, backing away, but the beastman was too fast, swinging an overhead blow that connected agonisingly with her temple. Blackness engulfed her.


Shallaeran awoke, bound hand and foot, inside a tiny beastman tent. The tent walls were made of dried Elf skin, and she recoiled in disgust from them. Her weapons were gone, and she could hear shuffling outside. She must be in the beastman encampment.

No sooner had the thought occurred to her than the tent flap was pushed open, and the huge beastman that had subdued her walked in. It was naked, and the thick brown fur that covered its body was unkempt and matted. Two rams horns protruded from its forehead, and its legs ended in cloven hooves. It looked at her.

“You slave now, She-Elf,” it said. Its voice was deep, a bass growl. “You serve Beastmen now.”

Shallaeran got to her knees and spat. “I will never serve your kind, abomination.”

The beastman took a step forwards, standing less than a foot away from her. “You serve me, She-Elf. Me Garthok. You Garthok slave.” It drew a wicked looking knife, the serrated blade glinting in the flickering firelight from outside the tent.

Shallaeran swallowed. “Never. You are not welcome in Athel Loren, Beast.”

Garthok lashed out, slicing a deep cut through the shoulder of her tunic. The green leather split, and her pale flesh showed beneath. “You slave.” It stepped closer towards her kneeling form, so her face was inches away from its crotch. She could smell the musky stench of blood on the thing’s fur.

It held the knife under her throat. She swallowed again as its groin moved closer, its fur-covered cock swelling. “You make hard, She-Elf,” said Garthok, thrusting his cock into her face.

Shallaeran grimaced at the beastman’s cock as it rose up slowly, its lower parts covered in matted brown fur, and the bulbous head black and glistening. She recoiled as the beastman rubbed itself against her, dragging the hardening shaft of its cock across the soft skin of her cheek. She opened her mouth to insult the beast, but before she could speak, the beastman shoved his cock between her lips.

She gagged and tried to pull away, but Garthok gripped the back of her head and pulled her onto him. She choked as his massive cock thrust inside her tiny mouth, forcing its way down her throat. She could barely breathe, but the beastman began to hump against her, pulling her head down until her forehead touched the warm fur of its stomach, forcing the elf to deepthroat its cock. Her hands scrabbled against the Beastman’s fur-covered legs, but the beast kept its grip firmly against the back of her head.

It slid its cock backwards, until only the large head was inside her mouth. Shallaeran took two heavy breaths, and then Garthok rammed his cock back in all at once. She gagged as it forced her small throat open around it, and the wet sound echoed around the tent.

She squeezed her eyes shut as Garthok sliced her clothes off her with his knife. They fell to the floor as the beastman reached down with his free hand and mauled her breasts. He gripped them hard as he began to fuck her face, thrusting in and out of her small mouth. His furry balls slapped against her chin as he forced her to deepthroat him.

Tears rolled down Shallaeran’s milky-white cheeks as Garthok began to grunt roughly with his thrusts. She had never felt such humiliation before. To the Asrai, sex was a beautiful, mystical joining of two elves, more like a sensuous dance. Not like this brutal rape.

Garthok gave a loud bray, and grabbed her head with both his hands, pulling her roughly onto his cock and forcing it further down her throat. She felt the massive organ spasm in her mouth, and then the beastman came. A great torrent of sticky heat burst deep within her throat, far past the point where she could have chosen not to swallow it. The beastman threw his head back as his cum gushed down Shallaeran’s throat and into her stomach.

Her throat worked frantically as she tried to cope with the sheer amount of sticky cum pouring down her throat. Greyish-white cum burst from her mouth around Garthok’s cock, and dribbled slowly down her chin. She thought she was about to drown, but at last the beastman stopped. He held his spasming cock in her throat for another moment, and then drew it swiftly out.

“You good cock-slut, She-Elf,” Garthok said appreciatively, looking at the ropes of cum that dripped from her lips. “You drink all cum. Now I see if Elf pussy is as good as Elf throat.”

Shallaeran glanced down fearfully at the beastman’s cock. To her dismay, it was still rock hard. “Please,” she managed, “ please no. Why are you doing this to me?”

It stood to its full height, nearly seven feet. “Garthok beastman. Wargor. You Elf. Cock-slut. You obey, not question.”

His hand came from nowhere and smashed into the side of Shallaeran’s head. She fell sideways onto the floor of the tent. Immediately, Garthok was upon her, his filthy bulk pressing her down. She struggled, but with her hands bound behind her back, she couldn’t get up.

The beastman shifted, and he felt him cut through the bonds on her ankles. She tried for a kick, but before she could move, the beastman caught her thighs in a vice-like grip. He pulled her legs roughly apart, exposing the small hairless mound of her pussy.

“Garthok make you proper cock-slut, She-Elf,” the beastman said, as he lowered himself down onto her. She squirmed as she felt the heat of his cock drag down her stomach and over her crotch. He stopped with the bulbous head pressing against the tight lips of her pussy.

“Please don’t,” she whispered, through the sticky ropes of warm cum that covered her face.

“Don’t what?” he said, and thrust himself powerfully forwards, driving his thick cock deep into her tight, elven pussy. She screamed as the massive organ tore into her, stretching her further than she was ever meant to be stretched, and her shoulders dug into the rough floor of the tent as she tried in vain to escape the impaling shaft.

“Oh,” the beastman grunted. “Garthok don’t do that.” He drew back, the matted hair that covered his cock scratching against the raw walls of her pussy. “Stupid elf.” He rammed himself back in, harder than the first time, and Shallaeran fought to suppress another scream. She could feel his huge organ burrowing up inside her, forcing her to accommodate it. By Ariel, it was so big!

“You cock-slave. Garthok do. Whatever he want. With you,” said the beastman, as he settled into a pounding rhythm. His bucking thighs ground her into the floor, crushing her creamy-skinned body beneath him as his cock violated her again and again and again. Wails leapt from her cum-covered lips at every thrust of his monster cock.

His furry arms slapped down either side of her head, supporting his weight and trapping her while he fucked her. She snapped her eyes shut as his goat-face leered down at her, grunts and snorts of exertion coming from his flaring nostrils.

He pulled out, and then rammed back in with all his force, smashing his pelvis against her thighs, driving his twelve-inch cock fully into her. She let out a ragged scream at the sheer pain of his rough, furred organ scraping across the tender walls of her pussy, and Garthok let out a bray of his own, stiffening above her.

His cock spasmed within her, and an explosion of cum shot deep inside her pussy. It was followed immediately by a second blast of hot cum flying up to her womb, and a third. She could feel the cum inside her, filling her up to overflowing. Isha, but it was so hot!

The foul fluid burned within her, seething with chaos-twisted purpose. She writhed underneath Garthok, but the Beastman had her pinned beneath his bulk, speared helplessly on his pulsing cock as it emptied blast after blast of cum into her pussy. She felt the sticky cum burn a glistening trail down to the floor, dripping out of her full pussy.

Finally, Garthok shuddered, and he stopped cumming. He pulled out of her roughly, and got to his knees beside her head. Grasping a handful of her long hair, he used it to clean his cock, wiping the slimy fluids off his thick shaft and matting her hair with them. Finished with her, he rose to his full height.

“Elf-slut no wash. You see Beastlord tomorrow. If cum gone, he take arms.” With that, the Wargor stomped from the tent, leaving Shallaeran alone with the pain and the grief.

Scorpio8
02-15-2008, 07:51 AM
Thanks for your nicely wrtten tale, Rahvin.

I think you've made a good choice for the category
in which to place this one.

This will draw more reader interest from those who
enjoy more a fantasy based storyline such as this one.

No lack of erotic action and good use of detail to
describe what's taking place and what the characters
are like so the reader can really picture them.

Can't beat that elf pussy. Hee Hee

davesmistress
02-15-2008, 08:12 AM
Thanks for the New addition

Suthernlady
02-15-2008, 08:29 AM
Not sure if I like the beast...but you did a good job of bringing us into the plot!

Rahvin
02-15-2008, 05:46 PM
Thanks guys, glad you liked it. There may or may not be a sequel to this. (I don't really plan things, I just write whatever occurs to me at the time...)

Natsu
10-09-2010, 05:44 PM
i so want to see a sequal for this