NT veRse - Orcs vs Elves 5 - Unlucky

Warda found it surreal. She was a fairly average girl riding her Warlord reverse-cowgirl as his favored second in command while surrounded by capable, tall blonde goddesses. The freckled brunet was weak and thin. She still required glasses to see and she was far less filled out in her chest and rear. Still, she did her best to slam her little ass down on Malik's lap as best she can. Despite what she beloved she lacked, Malik ran a hand up her belly to her perky chest and squeezed her breasts. As she began panting his hand roamed up, two fingers prodding at her lips. She opened her mouth, sucked and licked around them as she rode him.
“I love you.” She said genuinely. He grunted and then rutted into her small body jarringly a few times before she would feel her insides permeate with thick warmth. She sighed happily and leaned back into his broad chest as he sat up.

“Not pregnant yet...” He commented immediately.

“Well-” She gulped.
“Not so far, but maybe this time-”

“No. You didn't this time, either.” He stated flatly. She felt a sudden sense of anxiety from failing to fulfill one of his stated desires, which was to have her mother a child.
“Not your fault.” He offered idly. Despite the comfort that offered, she could still feel the disappointment in his tone. Flanking them on the inside of the cart like gargoyles were six of the girls she trained herself and found to be the most capable. Outside, marching in formation were the newly added contingent of rangers that filled out what the Orc forces were missing quite effectively.
“You have other uses.” He added.
“Where are we headed? What town?”

“Ludmier. If we take this place we'll officially have an actual town under our control. That should be a big boost to morale, but at the same time they'll probably start paying proper attention.”

“Why are you apprehensive?” He asked her. She looked back in surprise. He stared down at her judgingly in a way she hadn't seen before. It terrified her, and not even necessarily the consequences but the feeling of causing him even more disappointment. She was afraid, though, that he knew what she had done. He touched her chin gently.
“Do you want to tell me?”

“T-tell you what?” She pursed her lips. He somehow always seemed to know things that went beyond just social engineering and mind reading. It was like he simply knew the state of things. He was like an appraiser of reality.

He clicked his tongue. As the cart continued to gently move, a masked ranger hopped up, and then ducked under the cloth flap. She knelt down and handed him a note that Warda very much so recognized. She went completely pale and froze up as he opened it and began to read.
“Orc Warhost approaching from the south. Tell no one, but leave with Papa and Elias.” He shook his head.
“What does this look like?” His cock finally softened, stopped pumping into her and fell from her gaped cunt as he asked. As she leaked out onto the floor of the cart and stared straight down the scout responded flatly.

“Sabotage, Master.”

“You're forgetting. They aren't Elves anymore, Warda. You're not an Elf anymore. You're an Orc. Understand?”

She nodded. “I-I do! I swear, it's just...” She could not explain it. She bit her bottom lip nearly to the point of drawing blood. She felt as though she may have blew it with one simple, stupid act. She wanted to be an Orc. She felt his cause. She loved him and she was a believer. But some part of her still saw what was done to the common people and still wanted to save her own family from that fate. It made no logical sense, as she was still in the process of convincing herself that what was happening was for the good of all her people. It was a crack. A blind spot in her brainwashing and Malik saw that immediately.

“This is my fault.” He claimed sadly.
“I should've been more considerate. They aren't just normal Elves, are they?” Her eyes widened. She wiped her eyes and nodded emphatically.

“That's right th-”

The Orc grinned cruelly. “You and I need to convert them personally. We can't simply leave them to the Host.” She felt petrified as he said that.

“But...”

“That's what you meant, correct?”

Warda shrunk in his lap and nodded slowly. “Yes.” She agreed.

“I have some consideration for them being your family. Now they will be mine, too. That is what you want, no?” He smiled down at her as she fearfully offered more nods in agreement, despite the fact that she was panicking. She realized that if he was omniscient in most regards, how she was feeling what she was so utterly terrible at hiding it.

'So he is toying with me.' She decided. Some of her programming began to crack open inside as she tried to remain calm outside. She took a deep breath, smiled bravely and lifted her chin.

“Thank you, Master. I w- I will do my best to aid you in breaking them for you.”

“Of course you will.” He said confidently, stroking her hair.

-

Warda gritted her teeth. She rode as fast as she could into town but the Warhost was essentially already in sight. She could not outrun them and she could especially not outrun the Rangers on her tail. They were expert trackers and outriders.
“G-get out of the way!” She shouted as her pacnal, a beast of burden used by most non-winged humanoids to get around, left the dirt of the road and touched cobble finally. It hopped over a barricade that was being hastily prepared by the Guard.

“Hey!” They shouted after her. As they turned a few quick bolts shot into them from behind and four more swift armored pacnal's built for war slammed through the barricade and broke it apart. All around her shudders began to close of those that believed that they could hide. The smart ones were packing up and running the other way. Unfortunately, she knew her family would be in the former camp. She shakily clutched her sword as she made some distance around a corner and hopped off her mount, sending it running ahead to try and throw them off. She began to ascend a familiar buildings stairwell and rushed clumsily down the hall, panting heavily. The face of a small, worried elf woman poked her head out of one of the doors of the shared lodging and stared at her in surprise.

Warda stumbled and almost fell before reaching the door but as able to push her way inside. “M-Mother...” She panted.
“Where's father and-”

“We're all here.” The woman stated.
“We thought you would be at the capital? Is the army here to-”

“No... No, they're not. We have to go quickly. The Capital is a good option. I made a mistake, Mother. I made a huge mistake.”

“But the Guards were all shouting to stay indoors...” The Elven woman offered meekly, her long ears drooping.

“Mother...” Warda planted her face in her palm.

“Warda?” She heard the voice of her younger brother emerge from one of the rooms. Her father followed.

“Pack your things, okay? We don't have much-”

Outside she was interrupted by shouts. “Stop them! They're-” There was a distinct clicking sound of a Repeating crossbow firing and being pulled back instantly, followed by grunts of pain beneath the window.”

“What was that?” Her father questioned. Warda rushed over and lowered herself. She motioned for all of them to be quiet and guided them all into the room her father and brother emerged from.

“Quiet... Be quiet.” She had them huddle together as heavy footsteps and more screams resonated through the streets. It appeared that the Host had arrived behind the Rangers. Slowly armored steps crept into the dwelling, then for a while it was agonizingly quiet until a sharp cracking and splintering sound sent the door flying off it's hinges.

Four beautiful, blonde, statuesque women entered through the door one by one. They glanced around cautiously with their expressionless masks, making them seem like automatons. She trained them as such, before she came to her senses. That was the Irony. They were technically 'hers' by all accounts. She trained them to be enforcers, catchers and specialists that would carry out duties the Host could not and that was what they were doing. The woman in the lead smiled gently in a way she had no business to, considering what they were doing. She held out a gauntleted hand.
“Ma'am... The Master is Here. You should make yourself presentable.” The Ranger spoke as if they were still kin, still allies despite what Warda had done. It was far too warm. Deceptively so. Warda slapped the hand away. She kept her smile, but withdrew the hand and stepped aside. The four of them flanked the door attentively as Heavier steps made their way up the rickety building, down the hall and into the Dwelling. She knew who it was. He paused to inspect the home, then casually made his way into the room where she and her family were hold up.

Malik sighed heavily. “It was a blind spot for me. Wasn't something I looked for... At first.” He explained. The family and Warda fell silent. She was quiet because she was absolutely terrified. They were because they had never seen an Orc in the flesh and were completely stunned.
“I thought you were more vain. I thought you would be more spiteful and malicious. My trait shows... Things. It doesn't attach weights or values. I can't see how deep your loyalty goes. I wrote it off because...” He laughed.
“Well, you know?” He was speaking in a language they could all understand.

“What's he talking about?” Her Mother asked.
“Warda, what is going on? Why is this... This thing speaking like he knows you.”

She lowered her head. “Because...” And she trailed off.

Malik shook his head slowly and crouched down in front of her. He passed a gaze over her family. “If only you could see what I see when I look at them.” He sneered.
“Are you really afraid of what I'll do to them? Or you?” She nodded. He lifted a brow and paused to think.
“Color me surprised. You've actually shook it off. My conditioning. It shouldn't be possible.”

“So what?” Warda finally snapped back. Once she realized how cornered she was she stopped feeling scared and began feeling indignant. Indignant for how she was fooled by him into thinking he was a force of good. That he cared.

“Someone that can resist me is a threat. I'm sorry.” He offered genuinely. Malik reached out and pulled her towards him. She reluctantly slid into his warm embrace. One arm draped across her back tightly while the other slid over her eyes in a perplexing move.

“What are y-y-y...” She gasped, feeling a separating sensation from her body as a concentrated form of whatever magic he performed on her before was sent directly into her. He shushed her and looked up at her family. They were worried, but they were not as Loyal as she was. They did not seem willing to do anything for her and he even saw the suspicion and distrust that she could not. As he was in the process of wiping her out completely he felt a pang of something. Not regret, not guilt, just pity as he stopped. She was fine, just stunned from the process that he had begun. Warda stared up at him with misty eyes.

“Renounce them.” He ordered. She shook her head. Malik narrowed his deep red eyes on her.

“They don't care.” He muttered into her ear.
“They just don't. They love him more. They shield him and let you go... They let you go far earlier, didn't they?” His words slithered into her mind and sunk in. She shuddered deeply and he grinned widely as he saw them taking hold, but then she shook it off.

“T-take me. Leave them. It's fine.” She uttered weakly.

“You know that won't happen.” Malik teased. He was perturbed when tears fully filled her eyes.

“Please...”

He grunted and let her go. He sat back and rested one arm over his knee as he watched her. He began to speak in Orcish as though reading about her from a book. Warda's ears twitched as she returned and fussed over her family.
“You left because you wanted to protect them. Growing up, you knew you were not a 'real' part of their family, but still you felt some loyalty to the man for boarding you despite not being his. For forgiving your mother. Despite all that you were still theirs, and then your brother was born. Their favored child. The child that they could both call theirs. That was when the abuse began. They did not want you there, but they were too weak to just get rid of you. It would be frowned upon. Seeing this, you left on your own to spare them. Joined the army at a young age. Taught yourself to read on your own in your spare time. Worked your way up to being an officer. You slowly, as you rose through the ranks, began to hope that your standing would bring you something in their eyes that you were lacking. It wasn't for YOU no... It was never for you, was it? It was for them.” She stopped fussing and froze, listening intently.

He looked to the husband, continuing to speak Orcish, as he was not speaking to them in particular. “You grew up on the countryside and had a penchant for carpentry and not much else. You met a woman that did not particularly like you, and you did not like her, but your families were close so you married. Then after that you ignored her for years until she finally cracked. Her first child belonged to a merchant that was traveling through town. A human, of all things. You despised her and hated the girl for being born and surviving, but you were too weak to end her at any point, so you simply ruined her with your passive aggression. You moved away from your support structures out of shame and embarrassment, only to hamstring yourself. You never did enough to make her hate you but just enough 'nothing' to make her believe that if she did the right thing she would begin to gain your love. I would applaud how completely, solidly manipulative it was if any of it was intentional. When your second child was finally conceived by chance one night you were ecstatic. Suddenly you began to show attention to your wife that you never had before. You showed the poor girl what a family looked like just in time for her to no longer even have the benefit of being ignored by you. The blight of the family, the stain that cause you all to have to move when she was conceived; she had to be pushed out. You realized you could have a new start if she just left on her own. Even if she was a child you told herself she would be fine on her own. I could have never considered such a devious way to convince someone that they are attempting anything other than the murder of a child. SO thank you for that.” Malik stared directly at her Father the whole time he was speaking. The man was a mess under the Orc's gaze.

“W-what's he saying? Warda? Warda! Can you understand?” He shook her and begged. She nodded.
“What's he saying!? Dammit, you dull girl, tell me!”

Malik smiled at the reaction and turned his gaze upon the Mother. “You hated yourself for not leaving with that man, but you simply never had the strength to,a nd you also craved the attention of the man that shunned you so much. Instead you allowed the wave of life to carry you as you were forced to move, then as you gave birth and as your husband refused to accept your girl you went along with it passively, always trying to love both and always playing both sides in an attempt to have both finally love you. Even though the girl did adore you, you would play into the Father's neglect to win his favor instead of looking to what you could have easily had with her. When your son was born you were so completely enamored by the new treatment you got from the man that had shunned you that you completely went along with excluding her from the new 'love' you all felt for each other. How sweet.” He uttered sarcastically.

“D-dear? Why's he looking at me. He doesn't want to-”

“I don't.” He brought his gaze down to the young adult elf male that was her brother. The twinkish boy with hair of a neat, shining aubern color. His face free of freckles and his eyes a shade more akin to a pure Elf.
“Completely, utterly boring.” He looked to Warda.
“You can't deny that they don't deserve the amount of care and consideration you've given them.”

Warda looked down in consideration, then stared up at him defiantly. “I forgot why I did everything that I did in a moment of weakness. You know that.”

Malik nodded. “I know.”

“I regret it, really.” She added. He nodded again and gave her a deep, judging stare. She paused for a moment during the calm then opened her mouth to speak.
“I-” She and the whole family jumped as he slammed his fist down and broke the floor. He got up, screamed in bestial rage like a charging behemoth and paced back and forth, kicking things apart as they fell in his path. Warda glanced back as her mother and father lowered their heads while shielding their son.

Malik leaned down and glared at her in frustration. He pointed to them. “Why do THEY get this? What did they do to earn THIS.” He motioned towards her with both hands to make it clear what he meant by 'this', then clasped them into heavy fists.
“My conditioning BREAKS. My rewards for you are forgotten or left. Your position at my side... You hadwhat you wanted with them! It was with ME. I OFFERED it to you and you ran back to them!?” He roared.
“What do I have to do, do I have to mistreat you like them? Ignore you? Show you that I love another?” He paced back, grabbed one of the rangers and tore her out of her stance to kiss the surprised woman deeply on her red lips before tossing her aside. He attempted to collect himself as he walked back and crouched down in front of them.
“My magic it... Went away.” He made a 'poofing' motion with his hands, then pointed again.
“For them? Do you see what you are doing to me? How much pain will they be in if you are gone? None. You are nothing to them.”

Warda's jaw dropped. She could not see what he saw, but she could see into him in that moment. “It drives you crazy, doesn't it? That... You can't control me in this moment.” He stared at her flatly with a perfect poker-face, in contrast to the frustration he had on before. That stoic expression itself was a tell to her. Her pouty lips curled up slightly.
“Let them go and I'll never leave you again. Even if they find themselves in your path again I promise I wont act.” She looked at him and hurriedly added.
“Y-you can see I'm telling the truth.”

Malik rolled his eyes and shook his head. “No. I'll kill you all. What are you? I had the HERO of this world this close to being on the end of my cock... A living god, now, and I would have had him if I wasn't sent away and he will be mine when I return north.” Malik announced proudly.

“Why do you think I care about some little girl?” He mocked.

Warda straightened her back and shrugged her shoulders. “I don't know.” After a brief silence, as if it was a done deal she stipulated.
“N-not just outside the town. To the capital. They have to have a chance.”

Malik stared her down while covering his large mouth with one hand. Their faces were close. She was not budging. After a full minute the Orc finally waved his other hand at the four rangers.
“Fine. You heard her. To the capital. Take them. Don't let them stray or escape. Give them the best chance at escaping. If they're caught after that... Well, I suppose that's their fault.” He huffed. After hearing that Warda collapsed in front of him onto her hands and knees in a shaking mess. She was no longer able to hold it together. He watched as the family was taken out. They did not bother saying a word.
“You're welcome...” He uttered after them mockingly.

Once they were gone he turned his attention back on her. Malik lifted her chin so that she was looking up at him. She seemed fairly submissive again. He smiled, though he was looking through her for the moment.
“There it is...” He commented, his eyes lighting up.
“When someone's potential is stifled, a trait can fail to manifest until later. But there it is.”

“What are you saying?”

“What are the chances?” Malik mused.
“A 'Hero.' Not just any Hero, either.” He closed his eyes and seemed to be cumming.
“You... Could have been such a boon against my kind.” He opened his deep red eyes and licked his lips deviously.
“Unlucky.”

Warda gulped. “H-huh?”

-

“Y-you're sure this wont mess me up p-permanently?” Warda asked.

Malik laughed. “Even if it did, you're mine, remember? Relax... I know what I saw, and now that I know I can go all out on you...” He had her in a headlock and advised her to struggle if she wanted. All around them were the sights and sounds of a full invasion. The town was being completely sacked and converted while they remained in the room on the second floor. Warda kicked her legs and tried getting his shins, since he did tell her she could try, but it did nothing.

“Y-you...” She groaned.

“That's right, let it out... I'm a bit frustrated myself. I could use a bit of short term entertainment.” He brought his free hand to her temple and shot a clean blue arc of electricity into it. Her eyes crossed. She was not being given conditioning, commands or anything so complicated. What was being pumped into her body was pure pleasure and submission. Warda felt her mind go so perfectly blank that she lost herself in that moment, and for the time after as her small body came down her thigh and ceased it resistance. She was let down to her knees and like an animal in heat her mouth slid eagerly over his cock, taking it to the base without any effort or hardship. As she drew back, he pushed her onto her back, prompting her to spread her legs and lift her hands like a dog, though she had not tail to wag. She grinned widely as he climbed on top of her and fucked her ruthlessly into the broken floor. He was mad, so his thrusts cracked the already crumbling building. She could take it, however. He made sure of it. Her soft eyes rolled up as he hammered into her. Her lips parted and drool escaped her gleefully curved lips.

“Yes... Yess.” She panted eagerly, even as her rear nearly caved in through the floor into the room below. He gripped her throat and fully sent her through, and him with her. Instead of stopping he just kept going as they both landed on a table below. She had no care for what had just happened, all she wanted was to rut like a dog.

-

The next morning Warda woke up with what felt like a hangover. She rubbed her eyes and nuzzled into the man she was laying on top of comfortable. Then it came to her where they were and she gasped, jumping to her feet. She was Naked in front of the two remaining Rangers she trained that were not sent on the special mission Malik gave them. One handed her her clothes while the other dropped down to one knee and began helping her get clean with a cloth.
“While the Master sleeps you should begin working on the populace, Ma'am.” One advised.

“R-right.” She nodded. A promise was a promise. She cringed and felt her head.
“You...” She stared at the one that was holding her robes. She nodded.
“Raid a pharmacy. Something for a headache.”