The Ogress and the Elf - Chapter 1

A story about a female ogress having some fun with her elven employers.

Contains: muscular orgress, feminine elf, big breasts, big cock, girl on girl, anal sex, incest, size difference.

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The Ogress and the Elf - Chapter 1

Syra Swartt approached the Uvriel household with a large, cloth sack slung over her broad shoulder and nodded at the elven guards as she passed them. Even if they hadn’t been familiar with the mercenary, she doubted that the small, slender elves would have tried very hard to stop her. Not a lot of people had the courage to go toe-to-toe with a grey ogress after all. So as she walked through the hallway of the Uvriel mansion, her boots thudding against the gleaming black marble tiles, she got the reactions she expected; guards trying their best not to catch her eyes and servants either staring at her, or quickly scurrying away.

It wasn’t as if she looked as monstrous or ugly as some ogres the common man feared, or perhaps she was in the eyes of the Uvriel mansion’s occupants, who knew with elves, it was just that almost everyone in the mansion knew her reputation by now as Amara Uvriel’s enforcer and didn’t dare to get in her way as she strode towards the drawing room so purposely. Although the wicked looking black leather armour decorated with fur and feathers of several dangerous animals as well as the thick, curved blade on her side certainly helped.

Syra didn’t wait for the guard posted in front of the drawing room to go inside to announce her presence and simply stomped past her and threw the door open. There she found the sight she expected to see, Amara Uvriel lounging on a comfortable-looking couch while holding her brother close. There were two handsome, muscular human men standing close to her carrying platters with food and wine. When the ogress came storming in they stood to attention, but quickly deflated when they saw who it was.

‘Syra, you have returned.’ Amara Uvriel purred lazily.

Amara seemed to be opposite of the ogress standing in the door opening. While the elf had long, lustrous gold hair that fell to her lower back and covered most of her long, delicately pointed ears Syra had shaven the sides of her head, causing her hair to resemble a horse’s mane, and pulled it into a simple ponytail. Where Amara was blessed with a curvy, almost exaggerated hourglass figure, Syra was built like a warrior with broad shoulders and muscular arms and legs,although her breasts could probably match those of the elf in size if she removed her armour. Amara’s beautiful heart-shaped face was blessed with high, thin cheekbones, a sharp jawline and a delicate chin; all in all, it was the kind of face painters would love to immortalize in a portrait. Meanwhile Syra’s face was relatively wide, with a broad jawline that bordered on being masculine and a strong chin. She wasn’t ugly, but her beauty had a ferocious quality to it that nevertheless made most men steer clear of her. The small tusk protruding from her mouth probably didn’t help.

‘So? Did you succeed?’ Amara asked as her large, curious blue eyes slowly pulled away from Syra’s face to focus on the sack slung over her shoulder.

‘Of course,’ Syra grumbled as she placed the sack in front of her employer. ‘Enough dwarven-made arms and armour to outfit an elite group of your soldiers and more should be coming.’

‘Excellent, this should give us an edge against the Laral family!’ Amara replied excitedly as she examined a finely made helmet. ‘I hope you didn’t rough up our friends too badly?’ She added as an afterthought.

‘Luckily it didn’t take much to convince them to take your money. Although I would be careful if you want any future dealings with them.’ Syra grumbled. ‘Now, for my reward?’ She added in a bored tone of voice.

‘Hm? Ah yes, of course!’ Amara muttered as she dropped the helmet back in the cloth sack. ‘I do believe I offered you a bonus if you successfully completed this little deal for me. So what will it be? Do you want extra gold? A weapon from our armoury? Some fine elvish wine? Perhaps a man to spend the night with?’ With her last suggestion Amara’s eyes drifted to her two human servants.

‘I’ll take your last offer, please.’ Syra grumbled.

‘Exce—’

‘Nordir, come with me.’ The ogress said to Amara’s brother, interrupting the female elf with a smug smile.

‘What!?’ Amara hissed, her beautiful face scrunched up in surprise and anger.

‘I’m taking you up on your offer and taking a man to spend the night with,’ Syra shrugged. ‘I figured I could pick whoever I wanted to be my companion, unless Nordir doesn’t want to?’

‘I—’ the small elf started, before he was interrupted his sister.

‘Of course you can pick whoever you want, but wouldn’t you rather go with one of them.’ She quickly said while waving in the direction of her human servants.

Syra spared them a bored glance before she sighed in annoyance. ‘If I wanted some musclebound knucklehead to screw my brains out I would have stayed with my people.’ She explained before focusing on Nordir.

The name seemed to be too strong and too manly for the small elf clinging to his sister. If she didn’t know any better she would have mistaken him for a woman, due to the fact that he looked almost exactly like Amara. Only he was smaller and more slender,with relatively wide hips for a man. It probably didn’t help that his blonde hair fell to his shoulders, or that he wore the same with robes as his sister. Although in his case a pair of huge, heavy sun-kissed breasts didn’t threaten to spill out of them.

‘But we have no cuties like your brother, so my mind is made up.’ Syra said with a shrug.

‘W-what do you say, Nordir? If you do not want to spend the night with this crea—woman, you can just say so.’ Amara quickly stated while glancing nervously from Syra to her brother.

‘Uhm…Sure, I-I don’t mind. What do you want to do first?’ Nordir asked as he pushed himself off the couch and away from his sister while he shyly looked up at the ogress that towered over him.

Syra did her best to not burst out laughing when she noticed the expression on Amara’s face and instead peered into Nordir’s big, innocent blue eyes. ‘I think you should help me get cleaned up first, it’s been a long journey after all. You won’t mind us using the baths, do you Lady Uvriel?’ Without waiting for a response she grabbed Nordir’s wrist and pulled him out of the room.

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‘This place never fails to impress.’ Syra murmured as she stepped into the Uvriel baths.

Nordir had wanted to get undressed in different rooms because it was “proper”, apparently not being fully aware of just what Syra had brought him for. But she hadn’t bothered to dissuade the shy little elf. When she heard someone approach she turned around without bothering to cover herself, to see that it was Nordir, who was blushing furiously within seconds. His embarrassment, however, didn’t stop him from looking the ogress over.

He had clearly known she had been muscular underneath that armour of hers, but apparently it had hid her curves well. Nordir’s eyes took in her broad shoulders and her strong but feminine arms, but grew large as they rested on her chest. Her shapely grey breasts seemed to be just as big as those of his sister, even if they looked slightly smaller on her tall, broad frame. Syra noticed something stir underneath the towel that was wrapped around Nordir’s waist and smiled in a predatory fashion as the cute little elf’s eyes drifted lower. Taking in her flat, powerful stomach and her broad, muscular hips. Before they caught the small tuft of black hair above her snatch, which was hidden between thick, strong thighs. It was at that point that Syra cleared her throat.

Nordir’s head snapped up so quickly that the ogress briefly feared that he would suffer a whiplash, but she simply raised a quizzical eyebrow. ‘So are you going to wash me, or what?’

‘Uhm, err, yes of course!’ the elf replied quickly. ‘Just take a seat, I will be with you in a moment.’ He muttered as he quickly went off into a small supply closet.

When he came back, he was carrying wooden bucket and some glass vial with a sweet smelling soap, as well as a piece of cloth underneath his arm. He walked over to a water tap hanging from the wall and fiddled with it until warm water poured from it, filling the bucket. Syra watched all this with a bemused smile from the broad, comfortable bench she was sitting on. The elf nervously glanced from the bucket to her, while something was making his towel stick up. Probably doing his best to remember how servants had done the same for him in the past and how to please the tall, strong ogress watching him. Syra was looking forward to it herself as well.

Once the bucket was nearly full Nordir closed the tap and carried the bucket of water over to where Syra was sitting. A sweet scent filled the ogress’ nostrils as Nordir came closer, leading Syra to believe he had dumped the vial of soap into the bucket when she hadn’t been paying attention. Normally she would have been disgusted at the notion of smelling like a flower, like some pampered noblewoman. But today she wanted to get pampered by Amara Uvriel’s cute little brother, so Syra told herself that smelling sickly sweet for one day wouldn’t really be that much of an embarrassment.

When the warm, wet cloth Nordir was holding touched Syra’s grey skin the ogress purred in contentment, which only seemed to make the small elf work harder. He slowly and carefully cleaned her back, only stopping every once in a while to trace a faint, white scar with his fingers. Syra merely stared into the mirror placed in front of the bench she sat on, a faint grin occasionally crossing her features. Nordir cleaned the ogress in relative silence, the quiet was only broken by soft, pleased groans from Syra and the soft splashes coming from the bucket when the young elf wetted his piece of cloth again.

Yet despite trying his hardest to appear focused on his task, Syra knew that the young elf was excited. How could she not? His erect cock was pushed against one of her large, firm buttocks whenever he had to stand on his toes to clean her shoulders, or one of her outstretched arms. Of course Syra pretended not to notice. Not that it stopped her from occasionally wiggling back and forth in a teasing manner.

‘I-I’m done,’ Nordir stammered. ‘Your back is all clean.’ He added to clarify.

‘Good,’ Syra rumbled as she stood up. ‘Then you should do my front next.’ She added as she sat down on the bench again, this time facing the elf.

The poor guy looked like he was about to faint! His face was so red that his blush even crept up to his long, pointed ears. Yet despite all the blood rushing up to his face, the towel around his waist still threatened to launch itself across the room thanks to the way his erection was straining against it. But once again, Syra pretended not to notice and simply raised an eyebrow. Nordir swallowed audibly as he grabbed the wet cloth out of the bucket and brought it close to Syra’s bare chest with trembling hands, glancing nervously from the soaked piece of cloth to the ogress’ face. Syra’s expression remained neutral, however. Which seemed to give the young elf the courage to push the wet cloth against one of the huge, heavy grey orbs.

Syra released a low, pleased growl in response, which caused Nordir to drop the cloth hastily before scampering backwards with a scared expression on his pretty face. ‘I’m never going to get clean like this…’ Syra complained as she picked the cloth up herself.

Nordir watched intently as the damp piece of cloth moved over, underneath and between the ogress’ massive breasts, and Syra could feel his eyes upon her. She cleaned herself slowly, mostly for his benefit, before she eventually decided to do away with the cloth and dropped it in the bucket. When it hit the water with a soft splash Nordir looked at it in confusion, before his eyes caught the way in which Syra’s hands teasingly moved down her fit stomach…only to disappear between her thick, powerful thighs.

‘Well, what are you waiting for?’ Syra said in a low, hungry voice as she opened her legs and spread her plump pussy.

Once again the young elf swallowed audibly and, with a glance as the ogress’ snatch, seemed to debate what he should do. Luckily for Syra, after a moment Nordir decided to approach her nervously and placed his hands on her knees. Unfortunately he didn’t seem to do much else, apart from occasionally glancing up at Syra as if asking for permission. It was at that point that the ogress decided she was tired of the elf’s shyness. So with a grunt, she tore of the towel wrapped around Nordir’s waist.

‘Hmm…Not bad, for an elf.’ Syra purred in a low, lustful voice as she eyed the stiff, hairless prick that had come swinging out into the open.

‘I…uhm…’ Nordir began to babble as he tried, and failed, to hide the large cock sticking up from between his legs with both hands.

But Syra wasn’t about to give him a chance to complain or protest and simply pulled his hands away from his groin, before pushing the large, domed crown of Nordir’s beefy pole against her twitching slit. In response the young elf seemed to freeze up in fear, which caused an annoyed sigh to pass the ogress’ lips.

‘Do I have to do everything myself.’ Syra muttered to herself as she placed her hands on Noridr’s shapely buttocks.

With that said she pulled the elf close, moaning softly as his thick member stretched her pink tunnel open with every inch that was inserted. This finally seemed to get a reaction out of Nordir. The feminine elf gasped and pulled his hips back, only to have Syra pull him back in again. After a few more futile attempts to extract his monstrous cock Nordir finally seemed to give in, and with a grunt he rested his head between the ogress’ huge, soft breasts while he began to work his hips like a piston.

‘Now that’s the stuff…’ Syra groaned with a pleased smile while Nordir held onto her as if his life depended on it.

‘S-so good…so good!’ Nordir mumbled in reply, his voice muffled thanks to Syra’s heavy, grey breasts.

‘Yes…’ the ogress purred in response. ‘I bet it feels a lot better than your sister’s cunt, doesn’t it?’ she added when she spotted a shadow from the corner of her eye.

‘My sister and I have never—…’ Nordir mumbled weakly.

Yet despite his words the young elf’s thrusts suddenly became a lot rougher, causing Syra to shriek in joy. ‘Don’t lie to me, little one!’ the ogress growled as the sound of Nordir’s balls slapping against her firm buttocks resounded through the baths for a few moments. ‘With how close she seems to be keeping you at all times? Something has to be going on there.’

‘N-no!’ Nordir stammered, just as a rope of hot precum squirted from the tips of his cock.

‘Then perhaps you want something to happen between you two?’ Syra asked with an evil little smirk.

In response Amara Uvriel strode into the baths, just as Syra had expected. ‘Alright, I’ve heard just about eno—’ she started, but was quickly interrupted by her brother.

‘I’m CUMMING!’ Nordir shrieked as he pulled his head from between the ogress’ soft tits.

Syra could feel the elf’s buttcheeks tensing in her grip, followed by several hot, thick streamers of spunk blasting against her cervix and coating her pink, trembling folds. Nordir trembled and moaned as he tried his hardest to fill up the ogress’ tight, hot cunt. All while his sister looked on with eyes as large as saucers and bright red cheeks. Pleasure washed over Syra as she drank in Amara’s expression, making her whole body shiver as the last few spurts of Nordir’s cum were fired into her pink depths.

‘Oh? Lady Uvriel, when did you get here?’ Syra asked teasingly as she released Nordir’s ass.

‘I—’ Amara fell silent as she watched how her brother’s softening prick slowly slipped out of the ogress’ cum-filled pussy. ‘I came to ask you to reconsider about spending the night with my brother. H-he needs to be kept pure for marriage!’ she babbled.

‘Sure, on one condition.’ Syra replied with a predatory smile.

‘Name it!’ Amara almost shouted in response. The normally clever noblewoman seemed to be careless when her brother was involved.

‘You take his place.’ Syra growled.

‘Fine! What do you want me to do?’ the busty elf huffed. Syra had to give it to Amara, she was a woman of her word. But the ogress wasn’t done teasing her just yet.

‘Get over her and use that pretty mouth of yours to clean your brother’s cum from my twat.’ She replied with a low growl.

Amara’s mouth fell open and her eyes went from Syra to Nordir, who had crawled away from the ogress and was watching how events unfolded with a dopey smile, before she focused on Syra again. Finally she just decided to do what the ogress had asked her and approached the bench Syra was sitting on in a huff. With a glare she dropped to her knees in front of Syra and…did nothing.

‘What are you waiting for?’ Syra muttered as the elven noblewoman bit her lower lip nervously as she eyed the slimy spunk oozing from the ogress’ quim.

‘Are you sure we can’t come to another ar—’

Syra wasn’t in the mood to argue and decided to silence the elven noblewoman by grabbing the back of her head and grinding Amara face against her cum-drooling pussy. At first the top-heavy elf made some muffled sounds of protest, but when she found that it was no use arguing with the powerful ogress she put her tongue to work.

‘Finally! You elves talk too much.’ Syra mumbled to herself as she felt Amara’s small, nimble tongue tickling her labia.

Amara ignored the ogress’ words, instead she used her tongue to find every stray droplet of cum she could find. Apparently the elf had been more excited about lapping up her own brother’s spunk than she was willing to admit. And the attraction to the siblings went both ways, as Syra had guessed. Because she could see Nordir watching  her and her sister intently, while his meaty pole slowly grew erect again. Syra flashed the young elf a toothy grin and Nordir blushed furiously as a result, but he didn’t look away. Which gave the ogress a wicked idea.

Syra enjoyed the feeling of Amara’s nimble tongue exploring her pink folds for a few more moments, before she decided she had had enough. With a rough grunt she pulled the noblewoman’s head away from her groin, getting a good look at how her juices had stained her chin and cheeks. As well as the droplets of Nordir’s spunk that clung to Amara’s plush, kiss-able lips.

‘Let me have a taste.’ Syra commanded as she leaned back slightly.

Amara got the hint and climbed to her feet before she nervously brought her mouth close to Syra’s. The ogress responded by grabbing the elf and roughly kissing her. Amara yelled something into Syra’s mouth as she struggled in her grip, but the ogress was far too strong for her. Meanwhile, Syra looked over her shoulder at Nordir and had to suppress a smile at the way he was rubbing his member, while watching how his curvy sister was pressed against the powerful ogress. When Amara’s squeals of protest eventually turned into moans Syra eased her grip on the elf’s waist, instead she rested her hands on her motherly hips and slowly pulled up the white robes she wore.

Nordir’s eyes widened as more and more of his sister’s golden skin was slowly revealed. And when Amara’s robes were pulled up high enough and he finally got an eyeful of her large, heart-shaped ass his mouth practically fell open. Syra had to suppress a chuckle as her tongue fought for dominance with that of the elf, before she decided to tease the young man a little more. While moaning into Amara’s mouth she began to squeeze and slap the elven noblewoman’s shapely buttocks, much to both her and her brother’s delight.

After rubbing and spanking Amara’s ass enough for it to turn slightly pink Syra spread the elf’s firm asscheeks while making eye contact with the noblewoman’s brother. Luckily Nordir quickly seemed to get the hint and climbed to his feet. And although he eyed both Syra and his sister’s rump nervously, his erect prick certainly didn’t lie about the fact that he was excited about the taboo that he was about to commit. Nordir silently grabbed two handfuls of his sister’s ass and pushed his cockhead, still slick with Syra’s juices and beads of his own spunk, against her winking anus.

‘Nordir do—Ah!’ Amara yelped after breaking the kiss with Syra.

Of course, Nordir didn’t listen to his sister and simply pushed his hips forwards. Which quickly silenced Amara as his fat cockhead stretched her pucker wide and slid inside of her. Syra, meanwhile, did nothing but watch as Nordir focused on his sister’s stretching anus while she held onto the twitching, mewling elf.

Syra watched hungrily as inch after inch of cockmeat disappeared into Amara’s bowels, all while the noblewoman twitched and writhed in her grip. She opened her mouth to try protesting a few more times, but no sound passed her plush lips. Nordir’s meaty pole had, apparently, knocked the breath out of her. With a grin Syra nibbled on the elf’s neck possessively, which finally brought a sound from Amara. A pleased moan.

When she realized what she had done Amara quickly snapped her mouth shut, but it was too late. Both Syra and her brother had already heard her. So after releasing an amused chuckle Syra continued nibbling on Amara’s neck, before she moved on to kissing her way up to one of the elf’s long, pointed ears and blew into it teasingly. As it turned out, the rumours about elven ears being sensitive was true, causing Amara to jerk wildly in Syra’s grip before releasing another moan. Meanwhile behind her Nordir released a grunt, probably because his sister’s anal tunnel had suddenly gripped his cock tightly. But neither Syra or Amara seemed to pay much attention to him. Not until his balls finally rested against his sister’s bare, dripping quim any case.

‘S-so full!’ Amara croaked when she felt the hairless orbs brushing against her labia.

‘You haven’t experienced “full” yet,’ Syra whispered hotly in her ear. ‘Just wait until he empties those balls of his inside of you.’

Amara’s cheeks turned a bright red as she released another weak moan, which seemed to be a signal to Nordir that their conversation was over. With a soft grunt he lurched backwards, extracting his cock partway from his sister’s bowels, before roughly slamming himself forwards again. Amara’s eyes nearly bugged out of her skull when the young elf’s monstercock was rammed inside her so brutally and her mouth opened in another soundless scream and before she knew it, Nordir had pulled his hips backwards again.

‘I knew you two had a thing for each other,’ Syra murmured. ‘It’s the same with every noble family, they all can’t wait to jump each other’s bones. Incestuous perverts!’

‘Yes!’ Amara shrieked, but whether it was in response to her or the fact that Nordir’s dick filled her ass again Syra didn’t know.

After that, no one said another word. Only the moans and groans of the Uvriel siblings bounced of the tiled walls accompanied by the wet, meaty slaps of Nordir’s balls bouncing off of his sister’s damp cunt as well as the occasional amused chuckle from Syra. Sometime during the rough assfuck Amara’s breasts had escaped the noblewoman’s robes, so the huge, heavy tanned orbs were now squeezed against Syra’s own large, grey chest. This view seemed to be the thing that finally pushed Nordir over the edge and with a howl he rammed the entirety of his prick into his sister’s tight ass.

‘Oh gods…he’s cumming!’ Amara croaked weakly as streamers of warm, gooey jizz were no doubt filling her bowels.

Syra watched the expressions of both brother and sister as they climaxed with some amusement, before they finally finished. With a loud, obscene sucking sound Nordir’s member slid out of his sister’s clenching asshole, followed by a few ropes of spunk, as he sat down on his ass. Amara slowly slid down to the floor as well when Syra released her, a happy smile plastered on her face. The ogress was the only one fit enough to stand.

‘What do the two of you say to continuing this in a bedroom?’ Syra asked as she effortlessly pulled both brother and sister to their feet.

Neither Nordir or Amara argued as the ogress dragged them along, nor did they seem to care about their nudity. Or the fact that cum continued to seep from Amara’s stretched asshole. Syra only smiled as she thought about all the things they could do to each other for the rest of the night…

THE END