permanent markings - kinktober day 15
cw; fantasy slavery, fantasy racism, fantasy master/slave, noncon, blood, murder, gore, evil reader, non con tattoos, magic, magical aphrodisiacs, trans character, elf character, orc reader, hentai nonsense, lactation, womb tattoos, forced pregnancy
nephite is a little elf and you are a big orc. things are bound to happen.
not for the faint of heart. also really long.
The world is cruel. One moment Nephite is making flower crowns for his sisters in his father's fields and the next he's watching orcs burning down his home while his family is rounded up and captured. Orcs take mercilessly from elves, they're savage and cruel as they slaughter villages without remorse. Nephite had heard the gruesome stories of the past but he never expected to be a victim of their senseless attacks. He never expected to be caged and dragged with a caravan to gods knows where. His mother attempted to comfort him and his sisters, to be the strong one while they were separated from his father and brother. Nephite himself tried to be strong too, to not let his younger sisters see him crying. But late at night in the faint light of campfire he'd catch his mother's tears glistening and he would feel his heart breaking.
It had been a week since this hellish journey had started and the physical toll was starting to affect his mother and youngest sister. He and his other sister could survive better on the scraps of food they were given than the other two. Nephite noticed one night his sister trying to decide how to ration out the stale slice of bread so she could still eat and the youngest could have more. He took his sister's hands and smiled at her as he gave up his ration to be split among the other three. She looked at him with worry but didn't argue about receiving more food. Nephite knew it wasn't sustainable but he feared their destination would bring worse.
A few days of giving up his ration later their captors stopped at a large spring of water. Nephite heard them laughing, almost certainly mocking the poor wood elves they'd captured. He listened, hungry and desperate for the impending meal time but instead he heard shouting. An elf from his village was shouting something he couldn't make out but was certainly defiant, then an orc tried to intimidate him, the sound of a scuffle, and finally the horrific sound of death. His mother covered the youngest's ears but it was too late, she began to cry and wail. She sobbed loudly about how they were going to kill her father and brother.
An orc came over to the cage and banged his sword against it. He said something, it might have been something like "quiet down" or maybe it was just an angry grunt. It did nothing to calm his sister. So of course the orc grew angrier. Nephite could hear similar grunting and banging from other cages in the caravan, almost all of them followed by the sounds and smells of pain or death. The orc in front of him now started to open the cage up, surely to beat or kill his sister for being unable to calm down. Nephite's heart sank as he watched the keys turn.
Suddenly he found himself throwing his entire body in front of the orc. "Please, no!"
The orc says something this time but Nephite has his eyes screwed so tight he can't predict the creature's next movement. Then the orc grabs a headful of his hair, pulling him behind as it lumbers out of the cage. He can hear his mother and sisters shuffling, small squeaks and whimpers as they try not to scream. And then soon he's too far to hear anything.
Nephite is dragged until he reaches the middle of the camp, other more injured elves are already kneeling in the mud. He has to force himself not to be sick when he also sees a few corpses littering the ground. The orc pulling his hair throws him into the mud with the others and even despite the pain and indignation he kneels. Above them the orcs are talking, laughing, presumably mocking this little rebellion. Then all at once they're silent.
"Lift your heads" A new gruff voice speaks.
Nephite lifts his head to see before him on a makeshift throne of pelts and logs, a large orc with scars littering its body and battle hardened eyes that seem to pierce through his smaller body. Immediately he feels a sense of superiority from this orc, as if its only a given he kneels before their feet. Its you.
You look down at the filthy and frankly disgusting elves before you. Every corpse is more gold lost but your crew have already told you about their attempt at rebellion, if you don't punish them they'll get bolder. Your eyes look over the frail bodies, their pretty skin now tainted with dirt and grime and bruises. You were going to force them to bathe today, now you're considering letting your men have at them in front of the cages. So annoying.
"Do you have anything to say for yourselves?" Your tone was commanding, Nephite almost believed you weren't mocking them if not for the jeering laughter from the others.
He looked at the others, their faces awash with indignation and anger, they weren't making a move. He swallowed his pride and crawled forward. "Please spare us."
Your eyes widened slightly as the blue haired elf knelt before you. You caught the other elves disgust at the sight of their fellow elf purposefully bowing before an orc. "Why should I? Your brethren certainly don't seem to want mercy."
"Please, spare my family." Nephite begged, bowing his head low enough that his hair caught in the mud.
Your fellow orcs started to laugh but you raised your hand to silence them. You walked to his thin frail frame in the filth and muck, crouching in front of him you lifted his head. He had a pretty face, his eyes were a beautiful golden color, his hair was silky even without being cleaned and cared for, and his lips were soft and pink. You moved his head upwards so you could get a better look at his body but it was hard to tell past all the dirt what was bruising and what would wash off. You noted he looked a little bit thinner than the others, like he hadn't been eating even the stale bread you'd been feeding them. You met his eyes again as you were about to stand and you saw the pitiful desperation, the need to protect the people he loves, pleading with you.
You dropped his chin. "Will your family be obedient?"
"Y-yes!" He shouted too quickly.
"We'll go get them then." You stood up again to motion for one of your men.
"W-wait please- M.. my sister is young and she's very scared. And my father and brother were separated from us." He grabbed your boot desperately.
You looked down and considered him for a moment. "You just said they would be obedient."
"They will be- Please.. please let me explain things to them." He begged.
"..Alright." You began speaking in orcish to your crew, giving your orders.
The orc responsible for taking care of Nephite and his family grabbed the blue elf by his muddy hair to start dragging him behind again. You smacked his hands out of the elf's hair and clearly scolded him, a bit harshly, before you were by Nephite's side again. You were gentle as your rough hands eased him up out of the mud. He wasn't grabbed or pulled and he wasn't even shackled with heavy chains. It was like you were testing his promise of obedience, if he tried to run now he would likely be slaughtered and if it wasn't for his family he might have even made the attempt. Instead he walked slowly between the orc who had grabbed his hair and you, who was following them for some reason. As soon as he could no longer see any of the other elves he heard the sickening sounds of slaughter.
Nephite practically threw himself into his family's arms when he was returned to their shared cage. His mother and sister fretted over him, over the scent of blood on him and the mud in his hair. It was hard to catch his breath through tears of relief but eventually he calmed himself down enough to explain to them the situation. They just all have to behave and do as the orcs say and they won't just live they might even be freed. Nephite could see his mother's hesitation, her pride but also her fear for what they might ask of her and her daughters, but his sister reassured her it was for the best. Nephite walked to the door of the cage with the rest of his family who bowed their heads in respect to the orcs.
"My brother and father are over with the other boys." Nephite pointed out their cage to you and the orc behind you grunted and snarled.
You looked down at him, your expression somewhere between pity and anger. "That's not for the men. That's where we sanctioned off the disorderly elves."
You went over to the cage, hand on your weapon, as you banged the cage. Upon seeing their family Nephite's father and brother ran over, a fight in the younger one's eyes as he looked between you and the small elves. You didn't want to make anything worse so you motioned for you and your fellow orc to fall back while the family reunited. Nephite wasn't anything special from the look of him, the same kind of elf bitch you were used to seeing used and thrown out on the streets but he was somehow different. He didn't have the same foolish pride that led elves like him to bloody deaths he was more worried about the other members of his family. You had planned to turn them all into expensive obedient toys the moment you got the chance but you couldn't help but respect Nephite's shamelessness. Even now you were watching him beg his family to just pretend to behave just to keep themselves alive. The self preservation and the desperation was absolutely beautiful on his face.
"Th-they agreed to behave..." Nephite came up to you, hands slightly trembling.
You motioned for the cage to be opened and the two male elves were dragged out. You could see apprehension on their faces as they waited for the other shoe to fall. You spoke to the other orc in orcish before you took one of Nephite's small delicate hands.
"There's a lake nearby, you and your kin can bathe there."
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It was impossible to ignore the suspicious and angry eyes on you while you watched the elf family bathe. The riled up eldest child kept glaring at you with disgust and rage while his father kept staring at you like you were a wild animal. Its not unusual, the elves are told stories about how horrible and savage and cruel orcs are while orcs are told the reverse stories about elves and their cruelty. It's a wonder if you all would even be here without all those stories always flying around.
While you were sitting there watching and wondering Nephite walked up to you with his head bowed politely. You looked over his freshly cleaned body, the mud washed away revealing his thin frame that had a few bruises but was still beautiful like fine glass. He looked nervous, frightened, and still so much braver than any elf you'd ever met as he continued to show you respect.
"Speak."
"Have you taken a bath yet...? I... I've heard stories of elves being forc- I mean... Assisting in orc bath houses. I don't-" He shifted from side to side.
"Is your plan to seduce me and then when I'm undressed your brother steals my blade and kills me?" You laugh at the pathetic plan from stupid elves. "Do you realize how quickly my wolves would slaughter you? They'd rip your corpses apart and drag your entrails-"
"Stop-!" The blue haired elf's golden eyes were full of tears. You almost felt bad for being vulgar.
"Anyway... Your plan won't work, just know that." You looked away from his pathetic state and back to the other elves.
Nephite noticed he didn't have your attention any longer and he felt his stomach churn as you looked out at his sisters. He could feel his own desperation rising past the point of no return, he would throw away his entire life to protect his family. He moved closer to you until his hairless cunt rested on your knee and his arms wrapped around your neck.
"You're right I.. I have ulterior motives but it's not that I'm trying to kill you." He didn't know if it was intentional anymore that his voice sounded so small and weak.
You looked back at him, surprise quickly turning into amusement on your face. "Are you going to confess you're one of those dirty elf whores who always wanted to be an orc's slave?"
He had to fight the bile in the back of his throat. "No... I'm just.. scared. I.."
He swallowed again when he noticed your eyes were completely fixed on him now. "I don't like how you're looking at my sisters and I know we're all hungry... If.. If I could-"
You grabbed his hips and forced him to sit properly in your lap. "Are you really suggesting that you'll take the place of the females? For a bit of extra food?"
Nephite wrapped his arms completely around your neck, drawing your faces even closer. "I'm a virgin too.. It would be worth it..."
You had never personally taken an elf in any sense. The disgusting haughty personality where they look at you like you're trash even when they're covered in orc cum isn't something you particularly care to deal with. Sure they're pretty, it looks fun to break them, but that pride never seems to really break. Even the elf on your lap right now doesn't look broken, just desperate. You wrapped an arm around his waist to hold him still while another hand played with his freshly cleaned silky hair.
"You... Do you love your family so much? You would even die for them?" You ran your fingers through strands of his long soft hair.
"...If my death would be what secures their future."
"I have a proposition for you. I will guarantee their safety and comfort for the rest of their lives if you become my personal slave wife."
Nephite was taken off guard and his big desperate eyes lit up with excitement and joy. "Really? You would protect them from other orcs too?"
You couldn't help but chuckle. "Yes, yes the only thing that will kill them is the passage of time."
Nephite hugged you tightly. "Yes! Yes! I'll be your wife, your slave, I'd even drink mud if you wanted!!"
Your chuckling turned into full blown laughing at the reaction. "You're far too excited for what you've just agreed to."
---
You kept your promise. That night after all of his family had bathed you and your men had given them clean clothes and an actual meal. They had to be shackled but were given far more privilege than the rest of the elves who wasted away in their cages. And the entire time Nephite acted as a perfect little servant wife, pouring your drinks, massaging your shoulders, groveling at your feet if you asked him. While the elves certainly seemed jealous and bitter that they weren't receiving the same good treatment the moment you would bring Nephite over and make him humiliate himself for your amusement they all agreed that it wasn't worth it.
Eventually you and your men dropped the cages of elves at the black market and the caravan scattered and dispersed into different groups. You formed a significantly smaller group of the men who were all more eager to get home with their wealth and a mage you paid steeply for.
The next stop on your journey was an elf village in the middle of orc territory, a village that obeyed orc rule and paid for protection. Nephite was tearful when you dropped his family off there but he seemed very happy that it was just like a regular elf village and they could live peaceful lives. You even promised him that he would be allowed to visit if he was a well behaved little wife.
And finally you were home. There was a feast to celebrate you and your men's return. You weren't the village chief but you were pretty close being one of the strongest orcs in the village so your return came with a lot of work and news. Lots of frankly boring meetings that postponed what you actually wanted to do. But then that just gave Nephite time to stew.
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The process of making an elf your wife isn't as simple as saying it and then fucking him. It doesn't even involve the same ritual as marriages between orcs. The process begins by marking the elf in question with permanent ink. Elf slaves will be marked with several different kinds of markings to establish their owner, position, the time they were obtained, where to return them if they escape. Nephite's arms were marked as normal, your family crest and town along with anniversary and his importance to you all easily displayed on his arms. His stomach held a different sort of marking, a tattoo that would be the vessel for a powerful spell.
The second part of the process is imbuing the stomach mark with magic from the orc owner and a magic user. You spilled your blood over the marking to transfer your magic energy before the mage reinforced it with an intense amount of power. The spell would enable Nephite's small frail elf body to accommodate your cock and even carry your children. It also left him feeling incredibly horny and desperate, his pussy constantly dripping and he would grind against anything he found.
Finally to solidify the spell and the marriage you had to stabilize it by breeding the elf in question under a full moon. If you missed the full moon then the spell wouldn't be complete and you'd have to go through a lot of trouble to reinstall it. As that night grew near you and Nephite grew excited.
Under the white light of the full harvest moon your bed of furs looked ethereal, and the elf on top of the furs looked even more gorgeous. The way he was looking at you, you could even believe this was love. Your large body dwarfed him, almost like you swallowed all the light as you hovered over him. Your large rough hand ran up his incredibly thin and smooth leg, pushing the frail limb up until his knee was against his stomach and his ankle hooked on your shoulder. The drooling and needy cunt between his legs greeted you and your thick fingers. There was no reason to be gentle with a glorified sex toy but still you pressed your index finger slowly into the sopping slit. Nephite let out a soft moan like he was just finally getting comfortable.
You leaned down, your tusks rubbing against his neck before your lips began to softly nip at the fragile skin. "Such a good bitch." You praised against his skin.
His tight virgin pussy stretched to accommodate the size of your fingers but he did not cry out in pain. Moans fell from his lips like prayers as you started to spread him open. The tight walls squelched and contracted around your digits like the endless slick was trying to suck you in deeper. It was the filthiest sounds you'd ever heard between his sinful pussy and his heavenly moans.
You could feel your heavy cock straining against the thin cloth you wore under your pelts. Every sound and squeeze sent a shock through your entire body that made your cock twitch and jump. Heat spread through your entire body like a well of anticipation. You could feel conscious thought giving way to your instinctual need to breed. You removed your fingers with a wet pop which earned a heavy huff from the elf underneath you.
"Don't worry, pup. Gonna fuck you." You assured him as your slick soaked hand made short work pulling away the cloth and pelts that covered your groin.
Nephite shifted upwards enough to catch the glimpse of your enormous length. Your girth was easily the width of his arm and probably half the length of it. A size that otherwise would have killed him or severely damaged him but now his body had been made just to accommodate the massive length. His head that had been dizzy for the weeks leading up to this moment was now filled with surprising clarity.
"Fuck me."
You didn't need to hear it twice, your body was already screaming at you to oblige him. You lined your bulbous tip with his soaking cunt, the size of which practically dwarfed his entire pussy. You could hear Nephite's breath catch, either in anticipation or fear, and you realized that you weren't really breathing either. Part of you wanted to assure him, promise it would be good, but then again you both were aware his pleasure didn't really matter. You rocked your hips forward, the tip rubbing against his drippy folds and soaking your cock in his juices. Electricity shot through both of you and you moaned loudly.
"Please-"
Nephite's soft cry was followed by his arms wrapping tightly around your neck. It was a familiar position, it reminded you of the night he promised to be your wife. And now a few months later you were going to fulfill that promise. Your large hands rested on either side of his head as you looked down at the absolutely gorgeous elf. He was marked for you, he was wet to take you, he was born to be in this moment right now. Your thick tip pressed into his impossibly tight hole and you let out a loud snort as warning before you finally shoved in.
Nephite screamed as his virgin pussy stretched beyond what should be possible and his mind melted into nothing. His tight walls spasmed and squeezed as his sweet honey sprayed all over your body. You could barely see the gold of his eyes anymore with how hard they rolled back into his head. How he tempted you to follow him with your own building orgasm but you resisted. You waited for him to come down, his body twitching under you as his walls started to relax just a little bit. You rolled your hips forward and your length sunk down, down, down into his pussy, until you were a little over a third of the way inside. You felt his body's natural resistance but you knew it didn't matter, he would be stretched so full he might die.
You shifted your position, getting onto the balls of your feet and using your muscular thighs to press his knees against his chest. His entire body folded in half so his legs stretched out above his head and you had so much more access to his body. Between your bodies you could already see the tip of your cock bulging in his stomach inside the very mark you had stained him with. The mark itself had shifted form slightly to show something like an empty tank waiting for you to fill it. Nephite let out a small grunt quickly followed by a low whine.
"Cum inside-"
You didn't need to be told twice as you felt your sense of reason slip from your mind. You used your large size and heavy weight to slam yourself even deeper into his sopping pussy. Then you dragged your hips slowly out, it was like agonizing torture as his tight walls clung to you. Then your weight fell onto him again pushing your cock so deep you could see your length stretching his stomach fully now. Nephite made a choked sound as his cunt gushed again, squirting more of his love juices all over you. His filthy incontrollable squirting made the sounds from your bodies even lewder.
You lifted yourself until only your tip remained inside his cunt and then slammed into him with a wet schlap of skin meeting skin. You could feel the heat of lust coiling in your stomach like a heavy knot begging to be cut free. The pulsing, twitching pussy desperately trying to milk you and the lewd choked moans of the elf underneath you were enough to drive a man to madness. The only thing that kept you from tipping over the edge was the consuming desire to fill him completely. Ignore how his body was stretched out beyond reason to accommodate the massive size difference, you weren't completely inside him yet. He could still be fuller.
You let out a primal grunt as you slammed down into his fragile body again. A little bit more. You pushed your cock deeper and deeper into his small body. Finally Nephite, who was absolutely drunk on lust and succubus magic, let out a pathetic hoarse sob. Your tip rested against his cervix, nestled so deeply inside his body, and your heavy balls were flush against his ass. Your bodies were completely joined, it felt like every inch of your skin was touching him. You were both unsure where one of you began and the other ended, minds, bodies, souls intertwined in a filthy union. You couldn't think of anything anymore, words were lost on you as you grunted animalistically.
Cum erupted into his womb staining his formerly virgin walls white with thick ropes. The mark on his stomach glowed a deep pink as the tank filled a little bit. Pink smoke seemed to fill the room and encircle your bodies but you were both too far gone at this point. The smoke filled your lungs and like a man possessed you began a rough animalistic pace. You fucked into Nephite so hard you could have shattered his hips. But you and him were too far away from the physical reality of your violent mating. You were too busy devouring his soul and staining every bit of him in your colors and he was drowning in you.
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That night you impregnated him with two orc pups starting your happy family with a bang. After his chest had swollen heavy with milk you had forced him to get a new marking that acted as a seal forcing his chest to always be full. He looked very different from the thin pathetic little elf you had captured, now he was always swollen with pregnancy and his tits always leaked milk. He would come with you on expeditions to capture more elves, he was such a good example of the life waiting for them. He would bounce on your cock while his tits leaked milk and he rubbed his glowing pink marking. He was much happier this way.
