The Ogress and the Elf - Chapter 2

Here we have Syra return to the Uvriel estate for a job, but it isn’t what she expected…

Contains: FF/M, girl-on-girl, strap-on, bdsm, bondage, anal sex, huge breasts, muscle, monster girl, incest, brother/sister, big cock, size difference, feminine elf.

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The Ogress and the Elf - Chapter 2

‘What. The. Fuck.’ Syra Swartt growled as she stepped into the drawing room of the Uvriel estate and was welcomed with a strange sight.

Ever since she had asked for a night with Nordir Uvriel, Syra had not taken any more jobs from the noble elven family. After taking the elf boy to the mansion baths Amara Uvriel, his sister and the current head of the family, had shown up. After that things had rapidly gotten…weird. Not that it had stopped Syra in any way from having her fun with the siblings, but when she left in search for more work the next day she had vowed not to take any further work from the Uvriel family. Certain that the elves would want revenge for the lewd acts between themselves and the grey ogress.

And Syra had kept that vow for months, until one day a letter with the Uvriel signet had found her. She had wanted to toss it in the fireplace without opening it, by the Gods she should have done that even after she opened it and thought no more about it. But the coin Amara Uvriel had offered her for this job… Well, Syra just had to take it. However, it all reeked of a trap. So before heading back to the Uvriel estate she armed herself with the best weapons and armour she could buy.

So there Syra had been, on the doorstep of her former employers home. Having exchanged her black leather armour for one made of steel, with her trusty thick, curved blade hanging on her belt. It wasn’t the only weapon she had on her, either. Several knives were hidden on her person, while a wicked battleaxe was strapped to her back. Yet, the elves that stood guard had allowed the ogress to pass without bothering to ask her why she looked as if she was going off to war. Though she had received some curious glances.

Everything within the estate was as normal as well, servants wearing the Uvriel colours passed her every now and then and there was the occasional guard patrolling the halls. None seemed hostile to her, though. Syra had been confused, she knew how prideful Amara was and she had slept with her younger brother and later herself. If she was another elf, Amara might have let that go. But an ogress? Syra had been used as Amara’s personal enforcer for quite a while, but she knew how elves felt about orcs and ogres. Still, as confused as she felt about her situation now, it only became worse when she stepped into the drawing room where Syra and Amara had often discussed business dealings.

Normally the room was filled with rich, comfortable furniture and handsome servants taking care of the Uvriel family. But today, the heavy curtains had been drawn close while the room was lit by candlelight and all the furniture had disappeared. Instead Syra had found the elven noblewoman hanging from the wall, completely naked with a ballgag in her mouth and a blindfold on. Her hands tied behind her head and her legs hoisted up to form something resembling a V shape.

‘What. The. Fuck.’ Syra repeated as she finished running today’s events through her head.

‘This would be today’s job, Miss Swartt.’ A nervous voice came from behind the ogress.

Standing there was another elf, who greatly resembled the one hanging from the wall. Both were blonde and beautiful, and Syra would have mistaken them for sisters if the other elf wasn’t topless and had a loincloth that was bulging obscenely. It was Nordir Uvriel, Amara’s brother. He was short, shorter even than Amara, with broad hips and a beautiful face blessed with the same full lips as those of his sister. The fact that his blonde hair fell to his shoulders made it even easier to mistake him for a woman. Syra used to think that his name was the only manly thing about him, until she had seen what the elf had been hiding in his loincloth, anyway.

‘I’m sorry?’ Syra asked icily.

‘I-it wasn’t my idea,’ Nordir yelped nervously as he jumped backwards. ‘My sister wanted to meet like this.’ He added, while signalling around the room.

‘For what?’ Syra asked, her tone of voice still cold.

‘Well, for sex,’ Nordir said softly, his cheeks turning red in embarrassment. ‘After the last time you were here, she thought you would like it.’

‘Then why is she all tied up?’ Syra asked as she calm down.

‘She said it was something she wanted to try,’ Nordir answered with a shrug, making it clear that he was just as confused as the ogress was. ‘She also asked that you put this on.’ Nordir added as he directed Syra’s attention to a wooden doll that had been hidden behind the door when she came in.

On it were a pair of black leather boots that looked like they would go up to the ogress thighs, with matching gloves that would go up past her elbows. There was also a black leather corset that would leave her breasts exposed, which looked similar in appearance to the leather armour she usually wore. But covering the doll crotch was something strange, and phallic.

‘What is this?’ Syra asked as she grabbed the thing. It was made of a material the ogress wasn’t familiar with.

‘My sister wants you to use that on her.’ Nordir explained.

‘Gods, you elves are so weird,’ Syra muttered under her breath ‘If I do this, I get the payment promised in the letter, right?’ She asked, a little louder, while she looked from the strap-on, to Amara and finally back to Nordir.

‘That is correct.’ Nordir replied with a nod.

‘Now I almost wish this was a trap instead,’ Syra sighed softly, before asking Nordir: ‘Would you mind helping me out of this armour?’

Fortunately for Syra, the elf was only all too eager to help the ogress. Even with help, Syra’s grey skin was being exposed very slowly. Her helmet came off first, revealing a ferociously beautiful face with a pair of small tusks that peeked out past her bottom lip. Her hair was pitch black and resembled a horse’s mane due to the fact that she had shaven the sides of her hair. Her body, meanwhile, was strong. She had broad shoulders for a woman and muscular arms and legs, with the occasional pale white scar marring her otherwise grey skin. It was unmistakable that she was female, however. Her armour had hidden a pair of enormous breasts, and a plump pussy hid between her thick, muscular thighs.

‘Now to put this on,’ Syra murmured as she removed the clothing on display. ‘Sure would have been easier if there was somewhere I could sit!’ She added in annoyance as she struggled to put on the thigh high boots.

Despite her complaining, Syra did manage to put everything on. Having never worn heels before she did have some trouble walking, but she managed. Now that she was wearing what Amara wanted the ogress approached her and roughly removed her blindfold. The elf had been whimpering softly into the ball gag while the ogress and Nordir were talking and while Syra was getting dressed, and a small puddle of her juices had formed underneath her. Clearly she had been looking forward to this.

‘This is what you wanted me to wear, huh? You little slut…’ Syra growled softly while she grabbed the elf’s chin to raise her head.

Nordir had filled Syra in on what his sister expected of the ogress while he helped her remove her armour. But even as she said the words she was worried about what it could mean for her mercenary career. Luckily, Amara nodded as best as she could while her chin was held between the ogress’ gloved fingers. In response, Syra’s lipped tugged up to form a smile and baring her tusks at the noblewoman at the same time.

‘I thought you were into some weird things when you joined us in the baths the last time I was here,’ Syra continued, and emphasised the word us by grabbing Nordir and pulling him close. ‘But this? I never expected you to be this messed up.’ She added with a growl.

After she finished speaking Syra heard dripping, and after glancing down she noticed how more of Amara’s juices were running down the insides of her legs to join the mess that had already formed on the floor. In response, the ogress’ smile broadened and she released the noblewoman’s chin. Instead, she slowly inserted them into the elf’s hot, clenching pussy.

‘That being said,’ Syra finally said as she stopped fingering Amara’s cunt. ‘I can’t say I hadn’t some fantasies in which you were tied up.’ She whispered hotly as she removed her fingers from the elf’s snatch and instead grabbed one of the noblewoman’s huge, heavy tits.

Amara moaned softly into her ball gag again and struggled against her ropes when Syra lightly squeezed the blonde’s soft breast. Her other hand meanwhile released Nordir, and was instead wrapped around the base of the fake phallus that was strapped onto the harness she was wearing. When she pushed the tip of it against the elf’s labia, Amara’s eyes widened. But Syra didn’t immediately penetrate her. Instead she rubbed the, now slippery, head of the strap-on over the insides of Amara’s shapely thighs. Thighs that had already been coated with her own juices. So the elven noblewoman released a muffled moan once again, this time loud and desperate, while she struggled against her bonds, eager to be penetrated.

Syra decided to just let her squirm as she focused on coating both the fake cock between her legs, and Amara’s thighs, with enough of the elf’s orgasmic juices. Meanwhile she released the noblewoman’s tit as she decided to take in the rest of Amara. She grabbed the elf’s chin again to get a better look at that heart-shaped face of hers. It was blessed with its high, thin cheekbones and a sharp jawline. It was a face that was usually set in an expression of supreme confidence, but now it was covered with a sheen of sweat and showed a desperate expression instead. Her beautiful blonde hair, normally combed and well taken care of, now messy. Syra couldn’t help but smile as she released the blonde’s chin once more, before her eyes drifted lower.

The elf was blessed with an hourglass figure. Breasts nearly as large as Syra’s own and a slim waist and flat belly that nearly disappeared underneath the huge, heavy globes. Said slim waist flared out into a pair of broad, curvy hips and a large, shapely rear, however. A large, shapely rear that Syra grabbed with both hands just as she pushed the tip of the strap-on against Amara’s slit again. Amara released a muffled little whimper, which abruptly turned into a pleased squeal when the ogress pushed her hips forwards.

While pushing her hips forwards, Syra finally released a moan of her own. The cause? She was surprised of the pleasure she received when the base of the harness pushed against her clitoris. This was also when she realized that Nordir hadn’t moved. He had simply remained standing close to her, his hard, loincloth covered prick pushing against her muscular leg.

‘Nordir, if you want to join I think this harness doesn’t cover my asshole,’ Syra said matter-of-factly. ‘You wouldn’t mind if your brother fucked an ogre like me again, would you Amara?’ Syra asked the older elf sweetly. Amara only shook her head, but whether it was in pleasure or in response to Syra’s question the ogress didn’t know, nor did she care.

‘But that hole is…’ Nordir began.

‘If you don’t want to have fun with me or your dear sister that’s fine too,’ Syra replied with a shrug. ‘I just thought I’d offer, since you were so eager to fuck your sister’s ass when I was here last.’ She added in the same matter-of-fact tone that she had used before, but she flashed Amara a devious smile.

Nordir pushed his erection against the ogress’ leg a little stronger when Syra reminded him of that. So after clearing his throat he stepped away from Syra and undid his loincloth, revealing a monstrous, precum drooling member that didn’t match his otherwise innocent, feminine appearance.

‘Hmm…that’s the spirit!’ the ogress growled as she felt Nordir’s hands on her waist and the large, hot crown his dick pressing against her anus. ‘Now, push those hips of yours forward and help me fuck your sister…’ Syra added softly.

All Syra got in response was a soft whimper from Nordir, accompanied by his cock shooting several ropes of precum over her bunghole. Syra only chuckled, but her chuckle quickly turned into a moan as she felt the elf’s cockhead stretching her anus. As promised, the ogress pushed her hips forwards to match Nordir’s movements, filling Amara’s slippery snatch with more of the strap-on.

‘So,’ Syra groaned as she shuddered in pleasure due to the pressure on her clit and the monstercock filling her ass. ‘How often have you and your sister slept together after I left?’

Muffled moans of protest escaped Amara’s gagged mouth and she struggled against her bonds when Syra asked that question, but it was all an act. Her juices were flowing even more copiously from her slit, and her pinks folds were clenching around the fake cock so tightly that it was difficult for Syra to keep pushing her hips forwards. Even if her current pace was already slow because she had to get used to the size of Nordir’s shaft.

‘A…a few times.’ Nordir answered honestly, and Amara replied by moaning even louder into her ball gag.

‘Oh?’ Syra replied, ignoring the noblewoman’s moans of protest as she asked Nordir her next question. ‘And what did she ask you to do?’

‘Mostly she stuck my penis between her breasts, sometimes she sucked me off,’ Nordir explained awkwardly, while his hands dropped down from Syra’s waist to grab her large, firm buttcheeks. ‘Sh-she seemed to like it the most when I fucked her ass, though.’ He added, while no doubt blushing fiercely.

‘What about her pussy?’ Syra asked sweetly, just as Amara’s orgasmic juices loudly rained down on the floor. ‘Did you ever stick it in there?’ She continued, while shoving her hips forwards with using a little more strength than before.

‘No,’ Nordir replied, sounding almost disappointed. ‘She said that wasn’t allowed, since we’re brother and sister.’

‘I see,’ Syra said with a smirk, while looking up at Amara’s face. The noblewoman’s expression was a mix of horror, due to Nordir spilling their secret so easily, and intense pleasure. ‘Well, at least you get to fuck her pussy through me.’ The ogress added with a shrug, while pushing her hips back slightly to help the elf fill her ass more easily.

After hearing these words, Nordir put a bit more strength in his legs. And Syra couldn’t suppress a moan as several more inches of cockmeat suddenly disappeared into her anal tunnel. In response, she also pushed her hips forwards a little more rapidly. Which resulted in having the strap-on rapidly disappear into Amara’s clenching and unclenching muff. So when Nordir’s monstercock had finally disappeared into the ogress’ ass to the hilt, the same went for Syra’s strap-on and Amara’s pussy.

‘What now?’ Nordir asked awkwardly as he enjoyed the way that the ogress’ tight anal tunnel was clenching around his dick.

‘I told you, didn’t I? You’ll be fucking your sister’s cunt through me,’ Syra explained with a wicked smile. ‘Just start pumping your hips, and I’ll do my best to match your movements.’

Although Syra couldn’t see it, Nordir nodded eagerly and quickly pulled his hips back. It caught the ogress of guard at first, she had thought the shy young elf would want to talk more first, but she quickly matched his movements. Nordir didn’t pull his hips back far, however. After having extracted a few inches of his large member from Syra’s shapely, muscular rear, he roughly slammed the entirety of his dick back into the ogress’ ass. So of course, Syra did the same with her strap-on to Amara’s pussy.

Nordir continued to pound Syra’s ass with the same short, powerful thrusts. Which meant that the ogress fucked his blonde sister in the same way. By the Gods, she even made sure to squeeze Amara’s buttocks in the same way that her brother was squeezing hers. For quite some time, no one said a word. Which seemed to suit everyone just fine, Amara didn’t need any more humiliation to get off at this point.

Instead the drawing room was filled with the moans and groans of Nordir and Syra, and the slightly quieter, muffled moans of Amara. All of this was accompanied by the sounds of sex. Like Nordir’s stomach smacking against Syra’s large, powerful rump. Or the wet splats of Amara’s juices hitting the floor as the ogress’ fake phallus hammered into her orgasming cunt. Syra watched the climaxing elven noble woman, taking in her huge, shaking tits and her unfocused eyes and she started to feel something burning in the pit of her stomach. It was clear that her orgasm was fast approaching as well. The pressure of the strap-on’s harness on her clit and Nordir’s large, throbbing cock in her ass had brought her more pleasure than she expected. It turned out that she only needed one more thing to set her off.

‘Miss Swartt, I think I’m going to cum soon!’ Nordir groaned behind the ogress while he held onto her buttocks like his life depended on it.

‘It’s fine,’ Syra growled. ‘Let it all out!’

It wasn’t something she needed to tell the elf twice. With a loud scream Nordir orgasmed, and hot, thick jets of semen blasted from the tip of his monstercock. Coating the walls of the ogress’ anal tunnel with his sticky seed. It was also the last thing Syra needed to reach her own climax, and with an uncharacteristic squeal she orgasmed as well. Her girlcum soiled the harness of the strap-on and her muscular legs trembled, but she remained standing while holding Amara tight.

‘Well,’ she said after a few moments of silence. ‘Round one is over, are you both ready for round two?’ Syra asked with a fierce grin.

‘Yes…’ Nordir muttered softly from behind the ogress, while Amara merely nodded her head slowly.

‘Good, because this is going to be a long night. You want your money’s worth after all, don’t you?’ Syra replied, her fierce grin broadening…

THE END