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Fall From Grace

Summary:

Arona claims a prize.

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The last swing of the heavy hammer proves too much for Celeste’s defenses. The blow seems to reverberate through her whole body, and she cries out and lets her own sword fall from her numb hands, then falls to her knees next to it.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Arona, the orc woman scoffs and looks down at Celeste with cruel amusement sparkling in her eyes. She doesn’t even look out of breath: if anything, she looks excited, impatient to get back to fighting.

Celeste bares her teeth in a snarl, but she knows that she must be a pitiful sight, kneeling on the ground and shaking like a leaf. She makes one last attempt to grab her sword, but Arona simply takes one lazy step forward and places her foot right over the blade. Her huge, bright white tusks flash in the sunlight as she laughs at Celeste’s expression, a full-belly laugh that makes her robust chest shake.

Celeste averts her eyes hurriedly, but the vision is burned permanently into her mind. Uncaring of her humiliation, or maybe exactly because of it, the orc continues mercilessly: “I knew elves were puny, but that you were this weak? How pitiful!”

“F-fine, you won,” Celeste chokes through her bitter humiliation, and presses a hand to her bruised shoulder. “You’re the stronger warrior. We’ll leave now, so just—”

“Leave?” Arona barks a laugh and shakes her head. “You’re not going anywhere, not yet.”

Suddenly she grabs Celeste’s jaw, making her flinch. Her hand is large enough to cover half of Celeste’s face. “You see, the battle isn’t really over until I’ve gotten a good, hard fuck. Isn’t that right, girls?”

Her underlings agree noisily and enthusiastically, exchanging wide, lusty grins and leering openly at Celeste and her companions. Celeste can’t see how they’re faring, because she can’t move her head: Arona is holding it firmly in place.

Not that Celeste’s thinking about her companions anyway. The word fuck is still ringing in her ears, and she feels light-headed with disbelief and horror—though that might also be the lack of air, for Arona has moved her hand down and is now squeezing Celeste’s narrow throat in one huge fist. The other has gone between her own legs, where she is groping a very distinct bulge in her breeches.

“W-what…” Celeste wheezes and stares with wide eyes as Arona tugs her breeches down. A huge slab of flesh falls out and nearly hits Celeste in the face. It takes an embarrassingly long time for her distressed mind to comprehend what she’s seeing, but then it finally clicks: that’s the orc woman’s cock.

“Like what you see?” says Arona with a mocking grin and wraps her hand around the thick organ, giving it a few lazy pulls. “Oh yeah, you’re practically drooling. Is that why you came to this neck of the woods? Because you craved some good, hard orc dick?”

“No!” Celeste yelps and tries to get up, her heart suddenly galloping at double speed. Her thin fingers curl around the orc’s wrist, trying to dislodge it, but it’s no use. “No, I’m—I don’t want that!”

“Don’t you?” Arona sneers. “You’ll sing a different tune when you’re bouncing on my cock, mark my words.”

When she left the monastery, Celeste had been so certain that she was prepared for anything. The world was a violent, unjust place—so she trained hard, became a master of the blade so that she could better defend the innocent and the weak. The world was also full of foul magic of all kinds—so she studied hard, read book after book until she felt like her eyes were going to fall right off her head. And when she had witnessed the corrupting influence of the demoness Kasyrra, she had sworn that she would stay strong and true even in the face of such overwhelmingly seductive power.

None of it means anything right now. All her previous convictions smashed to pieces: her noble oath to stay pure and untainted rendered as meaningless as her clothes, which are easily torn apart by Arona’s strong hands. Two other orcs are there to hold Celeste down, letting their leader work, and no matter how much Celeste squeals and struggles, soon all of her is revealed to Arona’s lustful gaze.

“Very nice,” Arona grins and lets her eyes linger on Celeste’s tits. Then they flicker down, and Celeste whimpers and tries to draw her legs together, but there are strong hands wrapped around her thighs and she can only squirm ineffectively as Arona’s gaze lands on her bare cunt. Celeste’s clit twitches nervously, despite her misgivings: such is the force of Arona’s regard. It’s like heat is blooming over Celeste’s flesh wherever those burning, greedy eyes land—and not only on her face (which must be fiery red indeed) but down there, too, in the place that has remained untouched for so long.

“Very, very nice,” Arona rumbles, then bends down and—licks Celeste, right over the small nub of her clit.

“A-aah!” Celeste squeals, too shocked to form words. The other orcs laugh raucously, a wall of noise around her, but her attention is fully on the tongue that’s slithering over her clit, then plunging lower, straight into her hole. It’s not what she had expected at all. That anyone would put their mouth there! Are all orcs really this shameless?!

Another pass of a wet, firm tongue over her clit makes her squeal again. The humiliating, high-pitched sounds that escape her mouth make her cringe, but she can’t stop them. Nor can she stop the increasing heat between her legs, the tingling sensation that grows with every flicker of Arona’s tongue. And then—just as she’s getting used to the sensation, Celeste cries out again and clenches around the fingers that thrust into her cunt, thick, rough fingers that invade her body in a rude manner, filling her up. It’s too much and too little at the same time—just a teasing hint of what’s in store for her.

“No!” Celeste gasps, mostly to herself, and stares unseeingly at the blue sky above her while she continues to mumble: “No, I c-can’t—I swore to remain chaste—”

That makes Arona pause in her ministrations. Slowly she raises her head to stare at Celeste. “Chaste?” she repeats in a tone that’s hard to decipher. The expression in her eyes is darker and heavier than before, however, and when she gets up to loom over Celeste again, it’s like she’s grown in size, too. “You really haven’t gotten fucked, ever? I find that hard to believe.” She licks her lips, and if Celeste had the presence of mind, she’d say something like who’s drooling now—but as it is, she can only let out a little mmph of surprise when she’s flipped around on her stomach.

Funny, Celeste hadn’t even noticed that the other orcs were no longer holding her down. That she had technically been free, held down only by the hungry mouth over her cunt—that utterly shameless mouth that had brought her to such a state in such a humiliatingly short time.

But it’s not the end of her humiliation. The illustrious, talented, pure-hearted scion of the Academy—look at her now! Crouching on the grass on her hands and knees like an animal, which is as far as she gets before Arona presses against her naked ass with all the indomitable weight of her muscular body and pushes her down again. Head down, ass up, her cunt right there for the taking—the indignity of it makes Celeste feel light-headed. The orc’s hands curl around Celeste’s hips, squeezing them tightly. Not quite hard enough to leave bruises, but enough to make absolutely clear who’s in charge here.

“You’re puny, but you do have good hips on you,” Arona growls appreciatively and raises her hand just long enough to give a firm slap to Celeste’s left asscheek, then goes right back to squeezing and groping her flesh. “They’re just made for taking a cock,” she continues gleefully over Celeste’s squeals. “All this talk about purity—bah! What’s the fucking point of having a body like this, if you’re never going to use it?”

“Y-you foul creature,” Celeste sobs and tries to crawl away, to reach her sword—anything that would help her escape her fate. Her cunt aches with intense arousal, and try as she might, she can’t ignore the way her swollen and wet folds rub together as she keeps squirming. “How dare you touch me—how dare you—oh gods!

Her voice shatters into an incoherent, wailing moan as the orc’s thick cock plunges into her throbbing cunt. Arona is saying something, guttural, breathless sounds that are hardly even words, but Celeste can’t make sense of them. Can’t make sense of anything: all she can feel is the stiff length slowly forcing its way into her hole. One, two, three small thrusts that are barely more than nudges, but each one of them effectively forces the huge cock deeper into her, splitting her apart and making white-hot pain bloom in the center of her being. Slowly, so slowly it slides into her—and it’s not that Arona is being especially careful with Celeste: her virginal pussy is just too tight and unyielding for the orc to slam in as quickly and violently as she clearly wants.

“So fucking—tight,” Arona groans, sounding like she’s in pain too. Her fingers clench around Celeste’s hips as she pauses, halfway through entering Celeste, and pants heavily like a beast. “Fuck, but you really were made for me, weren’t you?” she grits out between the huge lungfuls of air. “That’s why you haven’t—with anyone.” Slowly she pulls out, just far enough that the bulbous head of her cock still stays within the tight, wet heat of Celeste’s opening. Her breath hitches as she catches sight of something on her cock. “You really… haven’t. Fuck.”

“Please,” Celeste whines in a broken voice. She doesn’t really know what she’s asking for, but her whole body is aching with need—most of all her cunt, which feels horribly empty now that the orc’s thick cock is no longer filling it, not completely. “Please.

Arona doesn’t bother answering with words. She simply pushes back in, and this time she doesn’t stop until she’s sheathed herself fully, to the root, and her hips slam against Celeste’s ass.

Celeste lets out a strangled, faint noise, choking on her own spit. Her chest heaves around stuttering breaths that threaten to turn into retches as her body tries to accommodate the huge cock ravaging it. Her trembling fingers curl uselessly around strands of grass as she writhes on the ground, whimpering pitifully. Just as soon as the cock pushes in, it slides out—only to slam back with even more force, making her shriek like a wounded animal.

“Yeah, take it,” Arona snarls and grinds her hips against Celeste’s ass. “Take my cock, you smug little bitch!” With those cruel words, she starts a punishing, fast rhythm, plunging into Celeste’s tight cunt without a hint of mercy or gentleness. Each thrust seems to split Celeste open all over again, and she squeals and screams and sobs until the grass under her face is wet with her tears and snot. If only the orc would just—let her get used to it, let her breathe just for a moment—but no. There is no relief, no escape from the ravishment. Celeste’s screams and pleas only seem to encourage Arona to fuck her even harder, with even more gleeful cruelty behind every powerful thrust.

Suddenly Arona’s arms wrap around Celeste and she’s wrenched into an upright position. Celeste finds herself sitting on Arona’s lap, her sweaty back pressed against a pair of huge, soft breasts, her legs spread impossibly wide over the orc’s thick thighs. One of Arona’s big hands is wrapped loosely around Celeste’s neck to hold her in place, the other pressed over her stomach. The position makes her cock sink even deeper into Celeste, so deep that the elf feels like it’s pressing right into her lungs, pushing out all the air.

“Gh—gah,” Celeste moans incoherently. “Oh gods!” Her hands flail around uselessly as she tries to hold on to something, but she’s given no time to do so before the orc starts to fuck her again.

It’s slower, this time—Arona can’t quite manage the same punishing speed in this position, kneeling on the ground as she is, bouncing Celeste up and down on her cock. But even though it’s not the cruel, harsh ravishment from before, it’s no less overwhelming. Now Celeste can feel every single inch of the thick, hard cock as it moves inside her, pressing into the walls of her twitching channel and awakening nerves that she hadn’t even been aware existed. Each thrust makes Celeste jolt with distressed surprise as heat blooms inside her, a tingling sensation like the one she had felt on her clit—only this is even more intense, strong enough that she can feel echoes of it everywhere, most of all in her clit, even though nothing is directly touching her there. She can’t seem to stop moaning, no matter how much she tries.

“That’s it,” Arona hisses into Celeste’s ear after one particularly loud moan. “Feel that, bitch? That’s what your body is for. To feel this.” Her palm presses hard against Celeste’s lower stomach, hard enough that on the next thrust Arona’s cock feels somehow even larger as it plunges in. The orc snarls wordlessly and presses down harder, squeezing Celeste’s body between the firm grip of her palm and the stiff length of her cock.

“Nhh… no,” Celeste whimpers. It’s unbearable. The way the cock now rubs right over her tender insides is slowly making her lose her mind—if she hasn’t already lost it. She’s finding it harder and harder to remember all the reasons for remaining chaste. Reasons that made so much sense before, but which are now slipping from her mind, pushed further and further away with every powerful thrust that jolts her body.

“Yes,” Arona continues, warming up to her subject. “Gonna—gonna keep you like this. Fuck you every single day, fill you up, make you pregnant—” With a snarl, she slams her hips up, and at the same time gropes at Celeste’s swollen clit with clumsy, rough fingers. There is no finesse to it, and it stays just on this side of being painful, but Celeste has been teetering on the brink of release for so long that it’s just perfect.

“—Make you mine!

It’s all too much: the cock churning her insides, the fingers pinching and rubbing her clit mercilessly, the indomitable strength of the orc’s muscular body, wrapped all around her smaller one. Celeste’s mouth opens around a soundless scream as the pleasure crests, hitting her all at once like lightning. Her cunt clenches and pulsates rhythmically around Arona’s cock, squeezing it hard enough that the orc is finally overwhelmed by it and roars as she starts to come, joining Celeste in the throes of ecstasy. Her bestial groans fill Celeste’s ears, just like her seed fills her cunt—spurt after spurt of hot, sticky come, so much of it that soon it starts to spill out with a wet squelch. The orc’s fingers are still moving over Celeste’s poor little clit with feverish speed, drawing out her climax until the pleasure turns into torture. With a helpless sob she comes again, her whole body convulsing with the force of it, and this time it’s too much—like a rushing wave the pleasure crashes over her and makes her black out, and then she’s sinking into the welcoming relief of oblivion.

Celeste doesn’t know what happens to her companions. Maybe the orcs keep them as sex slaves, maybe they escape—or maybe the orcs grow bored with them, now that they have sated themselves on their bodies, and simply let them go.

Whatever their fate is, Celeste is bound for another one. As soon as Arona comes down from her orgasm and pulls out, she flips Celeste around again and pushes her legs up over her chest, spreading her open to get a good look at the pussy she had just ruined beyond repair.

“Look at that,” the orc murmurs with a lazy, satisfied grin, staring openly down at Celeste’s throbbing cunt and poking at it with two fingers. “Still so tight! How many times do I have to fuck you until it shows?”

“Better get to it, then!” hollers one of the other orcs while the others laugh raucously.

Arona chuckles too, voice still rough with lust, and wraps a hand around her cock, which is somehow stiffening again. She meets Celeste’s wide, anguished eyes with a playful grin and bends over her prone body to press a kiss to her slack lips.

“No matter,” Arona murmurs against Celeste’s mouth. “You’re mine now, and I’ll fuck you as many times as it takes.”

Notes:

I honestly have no idea how this Champion made it all the way to the Foothills without anyone fucking her. 😂