Moon Elves (2)*

[Warning: This chapter may not be suitable for sensitive readers.]

Halfway through Demon Realmn of Frogolion, Molero Forest, Reapivia Kingdom

In the aftermath of the fierce skirmish between the humans allied with demons and the valiant Moon Elves, several days had elapsed, leaving the once-lush forest in a state of utter devastation.

The leaders of the human and demon factions were now engaged in negotiations, bartering over the rights to the captured Moon Elves, who were to be used as either comfort or labor slaves. Additionally, they were dividing the spoils of war, which included valuable tomes, enchanted weapons, and treasured artifacts steeped in history.

A man with a protruding belly and a gleaming golden tooth, dressed in opulent garments adorned with exquisite jewels, could not suppress a sinister grin.

His eyes gleamed with avarice as he thought, "I'll grow even richer and acquire new slaves." He couldn't help but salivate at the sight of the Moon Elves' supple skin, envisioning the power and wealth they would bring him.

Upon catching sight of the princess, he found himself utterly captivated, his dick racing with anticipation. Her ragged clothes did little to conceal her flawless thighs, which only served to accentuate her exquisite visage.

Overcome by desire, he swiftly grasped the hair of one of his elven servants and led them to a secluded tent, to divulge to his fantasies.

***

Inside the tent of Demon General

"Where is my sister!" Filauria shouted as her eyes filled with insurmountable rage.

The demon standing before her possessed features that were chiseled like that of a human, but its dark violet skin and menacing horns. Despite being confined within a cage and restrained by an anti-magic collar, the demon looked at her with a haughty gaze and taunted, "Care to guess?" Its devilish smile only served to further stoke her fury.

"You! I'll kill you!" she bellowed, her voice resonating with fury as she thrashed against the confining bars of her cage, exerting every ounce of her physical strength.

"HAHAHAHAHA," The demon's laughter boomed throughout the chamber, a sinister and mocking sound. "Fear not, First Princess," he taunted, his voice dripping with malevolence. "She's safe."

Abruptly, Filauria ceased her actions and fixed her gaze upon him.

The demon spoke with a sinister grin, "I am Ostred, one of the esteemed Demon Generals. Are you aware of the fate that awaits you and your sister upon entering the demonic realm? You shall both be reduced to mere bed warmers for the Archdemon Prince himself."

"Would you like to see your sister, even if only for a mere minutes moment?" he inquired, a lascivious grin spreading across his face.

"What do you want?" Filauria's eyes blazed with fury, and a trickle of blood seeped from her clenched fist, a testament to the intensity of her anger.

"I'm unable to penetrate your vagina or engage in sodomy as the Prince would surely notice. However, I can still pleasure myself with your breasts, and it would be delightful if you could also lick the tip of my penis." The demon spoke with a malicious grin on his face.

"I shall grant you a few days to think in your decision." The demon gracefully strode out of the tent, its presence leaving a lingering sense of unease.

'Are heroes truly real? Those who come to our rescue in our most desperate moments? Throughout the countless books I've read, I've been captivated by the tales of such heroes – selfless, compassionate, courageous, and able to triumph over the most formidable adversaries. With unwavering determination, I've devoted myself to refining my skills and mastering various tasks, all in the hope of becoming the perfect wife for the hero of my dreams. I long for the warmth of their embrace, the tender kiss upon my forehead, and, above all, their enchanting smile.'

Tears streamed down Filauria's cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away, her eyes filled with resolve. 'I must help my sister,' she declared, and softly murmured an ancient moon elf incantation.

***

The Cage Tent of Second Princess

Shalanta's eyes took on a lifeless quality as she inquired, 'Are you well, my sister? What fate awaits our people, and what of us? What shall become of Mother and Father?'

As she gazed out from her confining cage, her eyes filled with an unbridled malice.

The two guards assigned to watch over her were masturbating in front of her, their eyes glazed with perverse pleasure. They drooled uncontrollably, their gazes fixated on her tattered garments.

"Fuck, just look at me like that princess, I'm cumming!" The guard's body spasmed as he ejaculated, pointing it towards the ground.

Meanwhile, the other guard continued to pound his own dick up and down, divulging his own fantasies. "Oough." His body convulsed from pleasure as he spilt his own semen onto the ground.

"Disgusting pigs, disgusting vile creatures, fucking pigs, piece of shit, disgusting pigs." Shalanta whispered to herself, her voice barely audible as she seethed with contempt.

***

Several days have passed since the humans and demons departed, Nawderian Plain

"So, First Princess, have you made your choice?" Ostred asked, a devilish smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Filauria's eyes were lifeless and hopeless as she replied, "All right. I will accept your deal."

"That's what I like to hear," Ostred grinned even wider, his satisfaction palpable.

They entered the ornate chamber of the tent, and the demon took a seat on the side of the bed. He undressed as his bulging, dark violet cock stood proudly. Suddenly, he tore the ragged garments off of Filauria. The demon was enamored by the voluptuousness of the elf and the flawless skin she possessed.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her towards him to straddle him. "Touch my cock," he commanded, his lust emanating throughout the chamber as he sucked on her breast, and one of his arms explored her body.

As Filauria complied with the demon's command, she softly touched his cock with her hand, repeatedly moving it from the tip to the base in a rhythmic motion.

"Arrgh." The demon moaned in delight as he growled in response to her soft touches, his lust intensifying by the second.

With eagerness, he continued to suckle on her breast, using his spare hand to pinch and mold the mounds of her flesh while paying special attention to the tip of her nipple. The demon's kisses trailed across every inch of her chest, leaving a trail of saliva and dark hickeys as he savored the taste and feel of her skin.

The demon's lust was insatiable as he continued to explore her body with his hand, savoring every inch of her skin with his lips and tongue. The atmosphere in the chamber was thick with desire and lust, the air filled with the sounds of wet noises of their skin rubbing together. The demon's fingers roamed over Filauria's curves, tracing the contours of her body with a fierce hunger, leaving trails of fire in their wake. With each touch, each kiss, the demon's desire grew stronger, pushing him further and further into the depths of his primal desires.

"Ahhn." Filauria's soft moans filled the air like a symphony, spurring the demon on even more.

He viciously licked her breast, hungrily sucking it with a roughness. His bare teeth grazed the tip of her nipple, causing a tingle of both pain and pleasure to course through her body. His massive manhood throbbed with anticipation, longing for release as his hand roughly gripped one of her breasts.

"Uhnn." Filauria could only moan in response to his vicious attack, her nipple grew erect under his touch. Beads of sweat gathered on her skin, making her feel sticky.

"Enough. Kneel," he gritted through his teeth, his eyes filled with lust. "I may not be able to control myself."

Filauria knelt before the demon, his massive, dark violet phallus towering over her. She tentatively reached out to grasp the thick shaft, marveling at its weight and power in her hands. With a small spit, she began to move her breasts to compress the dark violet dick, sliding them up and down along its length.

The demon's eyes glowed with a sinister pleasure as he watched her movements, enjoying the sensation of her warm, soft flesh pressing against his hardness.

"Arggh." He let out a low growl, relishing in the sight of the striking elf submitting to his will.

Filauria continued to expertly work her breasts up and down his thick shaft, feeling the weight and power of it in her hands. She licked the tip of the phallus with her tongue, sending shivers of delight through his body, making him even more aroused. He looked down at her with lustful eyes, relishing the sensation of her tongue on his sensitive member.

After a couple of minutes of intense pleasure, the sensations became almost unbearable. Her tongue swirled and curled around the tip of his throbbing manhood as it placed between her beautiful mounds, smothering it with her soft flesh. The tightness of her grip only added to the pleasure, making him feel as if he was going to explode with ecstasy.

"I'm cumming!" Filauria continued to work her breasts up and down his thick shaft, feeling the demon's body tense with pleasure. Suddenly, he let out a deep groan as his hips thrust forward, releasing a hot, thick stream of cum onto her breasts. The liquid spilled over her nipples and down her cleavage, leaving a sticky, pearly trail across her skin.