Gorgamesh looked down on his elven whore, enthusiastically coating his cock in her slobber, with satisfaction. He owned her and it pleased him no end to see it. He grunted contently as her hand cupped his sizeable balls, her tongue flicking over the most sensitive areas of his shaft. It had taken him many long hours, and plenty of beatings to teach her how to please him; and to cow her such that she was receptive to his teachings, rather than trying to pull away in disgust. Now she lavished the chance, and he stroked her head as a master would do to a trained animal, showing approval at their actions.<br/><br/>His attention soon returned to Shaelee when he heard her speak. It seemed these warriors senses were just as acute as their elven counterparts. “Doshvin, enough!” He spoke gruffly, pulling the girls lips from his throbbing member. He approached Shaelee, the young elf cowering against the wall, her hair covering her face. “What is another elf to me?!” He laughed, a deep sadistic laugh as he stopped in front of her.<br/><br/>“We are the orcs, and we were born for one purpose.” He grabbed hold of a fistful of her golden curls, yanking her head up to look at him. “We were born to show the high races of this land that they do not rule over all.” He looked down on her with with a cruel grin, a hand going to her neck, but not squeezing, instead it felt her soft skin, then slid down to her bust. “And we shall begin with those who think themselves highest of all.” He grabbed the thin material she wore at her breasts, yanking hard, a loud tearing noise piercing the chaotic din for a second as he ripped a hole in her dress, bearing her bosom.<br/><br/>“We’ll begin with you: Elves, and we won’t stop till every one of you are our whores, begging at our feet.” He hauled her up to her feet by the remains of her dress and ripped the rest from her, throwing the tatters away so she stood naked before him. “We are magicborn…We are of the Gods, This world is ours.”<br/><br/>