Grimbol the Slayer. Chapter 1

The elf girl raced into the cabin, but there was no exit, nowhere to escape, nowhere to hide. The orc leader’s pointed grey ears perked at the sound of shattering glass as it threw open the door to the small building. The beast could see its quarry was cornered. Her terror-filled eyes were drawn to the orc’s member. Erect with the excitement of the hunt, it stood far larger than the creature’s height should have allowed. The knobby, veiny shaft was a foot long and ended with a bulbous purple head the size of the girl’s fist. The beast snarled as it advanced. Letting out a grunt between wicked yellow tusks, it grabbed ahold of the lithe girl’s wrist. Her resistance was minimal as she felt the immense animalistic power in the monster’s grasp. It threw her forward, turning her face-down onto the low table. Then the orc’s grimy claws easily tore down her dress, exposing her lily-white bottom to the cool night air. The elf’s tightly muscled buttocks writhed as she struggled against her captor. But it was no use. Grabbing her other wrist and kicking her legs wide, it growled mightily as it leaned forward, thrusting its pelvis toward the girl’s tiny womanhood. The beast instinctively knew its knob wouldn’t easily fit, so it pulled back, then thrust forward, attempting to enter with great, violent force. The petite elf whimpered, then cried out as the gnarly rod tore into her, tearing her delicate flesh.