Orcs and goblins and heroines, oh my (Patreon)

I'm still thinking about adding fantasy creatures (orcs, goblins, etc) to a super heroine world. Poor Ms Patriot has enough problems, but what if a rip happens in space and time, and orc slip through into our world? What if they need to breed with heroines to proprogate their insideous species? What if I'm crazy?

One of the reasons I asked the question before was I've been writing books with orcs and goblins, specifically books where orcs and goblins are up against humans and elves. 

Below is chapter 7 from a 15 chapter book, working title "Elves vs Orcs"  What do you think? The heroine is a freelance elfmaid ranger, but she's basicallyt eh super heroine if this book.

Chapter 7

I woke with a start, sitting up to look around at the unfamiliar room. It was pretty typical for Midlands inns, which were few and far between. I was alone, which in and of itself was disconcerting. Yeah, I almost never paid for a room. And then I remembered. Goat Hallow. Yoss.

I smiled.

I got a room and a good time. And then he went back to work.

Moonlight slanting in through the window was the only light. I failed to find an oil lamp, so dressed in the dark. I dug out black a black shirt and pants, both the softest leather. My skulking around in the dark outfit. After tying my hair back in a messy ponytail, I buckled on my sword belt and took up my bow.

It proved laughably easy to slip out the window, down the thatch roof, and hit the ground behind the inn. All the homes in town were dark, with the exception of one. Since most people had two sleep sessions, with an hour or so period around midnight to do chores or make more babies, I guessed it well past midnight.

Yoss said the orcs were all in the red house. I remembered seeing it. There was only one house painted red. It was a two-story structure in the human style. And it was one of only two homes with wood shingles, so it stood out in two ways to me.

The wood velour shutters were all closed and locked from the inside. I approached cautiously. I wondered where the orcs would keep their treasure. Ground floor? In their warlord’s room? I didn’t see any small windows around the base that would indicate a basement.

I slowed as I grew near, eyes and ears alert for guards. Since it was freestanding, with no other structures butted up close, I was able to circle the house. Still not seeing any external security. There could be a single guard on the ground floor, or two with one inside the front and back doors. Orcs were first and foremost warriors, so they naturally posted a guard at night even in town.

I eased up close to the back door, and that’s when I heard them laughing and joking inside. The back door was locked. Probably a bar across it inside. So I eased around to the side, staying within the moon shadows cast along the north side. And there it was, light peeking though and around the shutters. Moving up to that window, I dug my fingers into the wooden slats, and found enough play to open it a tiny bit. Enough to see inside.

My breath whooshed out.

“Kai?”

My childhood friend was naked and straddling an orc, bouncing up and down his long, thick shaft as her head lolled around. His face was buried in her jostling boobs, while she hung onto his shoulders for balance. Oh, she was a mess! And then I saw the other four elfmaids.

I recognized Sergeant Jenna. Was that Sergeant Olivia, too? I didn’t recognize the other two. All were getting reamed out royally by one or two orcs at once. And it looked like they’d been going at the elfmaids for quite a while.

All I could do was stare. How did that happen? Kai was always so professional, so calm and in control. I couldn’t imagine one of the elven soldiers breaking the truce. That left the orcs. I frowned. Orcs were loathsome creatures, with ugly appetites and hang-ups, but their word of honor was good. As much as I hated to admit it, elves and orcs were about the same when it came to honor and keeping their word.

But there was one person in the equation I knew had no honor.

“This has Queen Samanthea’s touch all over it.”

No sooner had I muttered the words, but two dark shapes appeared to either side of me. They round the front and back corners. Big men. Too large to be elves, humans, or goblins. My breath caught as I looked left and right. And then I saw the orc warrior to my left grin, his teeth bright in the moonlight.

“Stupid orcs,” I growled, pulling three arrows from my quiver. My right hand thumb held two against my palm as I nocked the third. “Die.”

I drew and released in a heartbeat. My arrow found its mark, bisecting the orc’s throat. He clutched at it as he stumbled back and out of sight. His partner in crime bellowed in rage and charged me. So I spun around as I nocked the second arrow. He was halfway to me when I drew the arrow, took aim, and… The shutters slammed open, knocking me aside.

My arrow flew up and well away from my intended target. And then an orc jumped out of the window, sword in hand. He lunged at me, bringing his sword down at my head. I blocked the blade aside with my bow, but that cut my string and the snapping bow fell from my hand.

Dropping low, I kicked out at the charging orc’s legs, before darting to the side. The orc that came out the window changed directions to cut me off. That forced me to cut the other direction and too close to the first orc. I pulled my sword as I ran, barely blocking his thrust aside.

Two more orcs came around the front and back corners, as another orc jumped out the window. I froze, looking around with wild eyes. Surrounded!

I looked up and around, noticing a partially open window above. A grinning orc stood inside, staring down at me. Was he the one who spotted me? Then I realized more orcs had come outside. Twelve orcs formed a semi-circle around me, my back against the red house. The orcs started to advance, their ranks closing as they grew closer and closer to me.

I had to escape, though how to pull that off was escaping me at the moment.

My eyes darted from each of the approaching orcs, to their swords, and then to the window. No one was coming out of it anymore. Were they all outside facing me? That thought gave me another idea.

I screamed my battle cry, charged forward five steps, and promptly reversed course. Running as hard as I could, I threw my sword up and through the open window, before I leapt up. My hands caught the window sill, and I vaulted through and inside the house. The sound of the orc’s shouted surprise and frustration made me smile.

I found myself in a well-lit room, but empty. Where were Kai and the others? I didn’t have time to look for them. The orcs outside were already racing around to the front and back doors. They would flood inside at any second. So I charged through the house, to the opposite side, and opened a window. I kicked open the shutters, and dove through.

“What took you so long?” a deep orc voice asked as I rolled to my feet.

“No!” I cried, but a fist swung out of the darkness and smashed into my face.

I felt my body propelled backwards. My head smashed into the wall, bounced off, and I dropped to my hands and knees. And then a foot connected with my left side, another with the right. Two orcs then beat me down. I’m just an elfmaid. It didn’t take long for seven foot tall orcs to beat me unconscious.

I woke up indoors. Face down on the floor and back in the room I’d peeked into earlier. Now it was packed with orcs, and five other elfmaids. Five very naked, miserable looking elfmaids. My eyes locked with Kai’s eyes for a moment.

How long was I out?

Pain still reverberated through my body. Especially my head. Best I could tell, nothing was broken. Well, my pride had taken a pretty bad beating. Oddly enough, I mostly felt embarrassed at getting caught.

“Hello again, Lady Felicia Silvermoon, now calling herself Orcslayer,” a familiar orc voice said.

I looked up and saw him. He looked so pleased and smug.

“Qarl?”

“I heard you escaped slavery,” he said. “Looks like you just escaped freedom again, too.”

My blood ran cold. Qarl and his warband were the orcs that Queen Samanthea betrayed me and my team to just over three centuries back. I still hadn’t gotten over that betrayal after a hundred and thirty-six years as a freed woman. And now…

“Heeey, Qarl, long time no see. Yeah, I’ve enjoyed our time apart,” I said, rising to all fours, and then rocking back to sit on my legs. I looked him over. “Damn, you look good for an orc of your advanced years. What are you, five hundred? About the end of the trail for you, am I right?”

Suddenly, Qarl didn’t look so happy with me.

“Droll,” he said, and signaled to someone behind me.

“A sense of humor is one of my many charms,” I said. I glanced at Kai. “So, how did you come into possession of so many elfmaids?”

Two orc came up behind me, knives in hand. It got impossible to breathe for a moment as blind panic threatened to consume me. But their leers eased my mind. Just a little. They weren’t going to murder me. Nope. Orcs were a lot more mercenary, and sinister, than that. Why kill you when they can sell you into slavery?

I didn’t recognize any of the other orcs. Life was tough in a warband. The turnover was high. Orcs didn’t much get along with anyone, and that included other orcs. So two strange orcs yanked me to my feet. They sliced off my clothes in a heartbeat.

“That sucks goblin dick,” I muttered. I gave Qarl a hostile gaze. “Do you know how much those leathers cost me?”

It wasn’t easy maintaining my anger after being stripped naked, but that wasn’t my first capture by orcs. With the Sweet Mother’s blessings, it wouldn’t be end of my freedom forever. Unfortunately, I knew what was coming. Orcs had their own way of showing an elfmaid her place, her new lot in their lives. A life I was much too intimately familiar with.

One of my strippers yanked my head back by my hair, and claimed my lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. That threw me for a loop. My world started to turn and twist, as rough, brazen orc hands roamed my body.

My first capture filled my head as they explored my body. Qarl was noticeably younger back then, and had only recently risen to the leadership of the warband. He and his warband had banged me and my ten rangers for three days and nights without stop. I was pretty much brain dead by the end of it, and then they force marched us across the Midlands. Qarl then piled insult on top of injury and sold my comrades and me to a brothel in Dark Haven, a city that straddled the border between the Midlands and the Orc Kingdoms. Me and seven of my elven comrades spent the majority of my slavery there.

I’d never seen or even heard of any of my lost rangers escaping. Truth was very few elves ever escaped slavery. Our orc and goblin masters guarded us jealously.

One of my molesters suddenly shoved me violently forward. I fell to all fours at Qarl’s booted feet. I looked up into fierce brown eyes, and an ugly sneer.

“You know what to do, elf-slut.” He smiled. “I personally taught you.”

“Yeah, I was kinda sexually active well before you captured me,” I said. “But live the dream that makes you the happiest.”

He laughed, though the other orcs scowled at me. Hey, some orcs have a sense of humor, some don’t.

Rising up into a squat, because his crotch was considerably higher than my face, I squatted before the massive orc warlord. Wrapping both hands around his long, thick cock, I stared up into his fierce brown eyes as I licked the tip and stroked firmly with both hands. He quickly swelled to full size. Yeah, it was scary big.

“Mmmgh,” I moaned, despite myself, as I wrapped my lips around that bulbous cock head. It was hot, rubbery, and slick with pre-cum. I started giving him intense head, wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible. “Mmmmmmmm.”

Moaning like that sent vibrations into the orc’s cock. His breath caught, and a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. Yeah, I knew how to rock an orc’s boat. And after a moment, I opened wider and went down on him.

“That’s how you do it, elf-slut.”

I bobbed up and down his shaft, taking him to the back of my tongue. I continued to stare up into his eyes, mostly to distract him. The last thing I wanted was for him to decide what he really wanted was to bounce his balls off my chin. Deep throating an orc was hard.

“Titty fuck me, elf-slut.”

I pulled off his cock with a lip pop. My hands continued to stroke him, pushing him closer and closer. Rising up a little, which put a lot of stress on my legs, I wrapped my plump tits around his long, thick shaft. And I started sliding my boobs up and down his erection, stroking him within their satiny embrace.

“I remember how much you enjoyed getting it in the face.”

My gaze turned cold. Couldn’t help it. And then hot, viscous orc seed shot out of his cock. First wad hit me between the eyes. Multiple ejaculations left numerous ropes of that foul, stick gunk all over my face, neck, and boobs.

“Slavery looks good on you, Lady Felicia Silvermoon.”