Spooky Season Day #24
Out of all of our captives, I think you're my favorite.
It might be because of the delicate elven looks that leave all of your kind looking fuckably feminine, even if you're technically male. Or it might be because of the defiant fire that's never left your eyes, even after months of captivity. Or maybe it's because that, no matter how much you protest or swear at us, none of the other elves scream so eagerly in the midst of taking a thick orc cock as you do. I've seen the way you look after a rough fuck, eyes glazed with pleasure and drool running down your chin, while our mingled cum trickles down the insides of your thighs.
Admit it. You like being reduced to nothing more than a breeding slave.
That's what you are, you know. A dirty, orc-loving, breeding bitch. No matter how much you might want to deny it, the massive belly hanging at your waist is proof enough-- packed full of our green-skinned spawn. I can't wait to see how big you'll get, until you're finally squatting and grunting in the middle of a birthing hut, pushing out our young.
But don't worry, little elf: my brothers and I will make sure to keep you knocked up for years to come.
(A Spooky Season story.)
