Gorgamesh’s head tilted to one side as she stood on defiantly. This one was interesting, defiant till the end; and so very brave. He could not help but grin as she spoke her final piece, believing she had stood up to him, won some victory.<em> Oh how little she knows.</em>He thought. He was not only here to destroy, but to rebuild this land in his tribal image. A loud of power, a land where the brutal and the cunning would not be stopped; a land where he would reign King. He did not hope only to burn the lands of the elves and leave nothing in their place, but to build his own tribe to take their place, to claim these lands as theirs. But before he could do that he would have to break down those races who stood against him; he needs mates, aswell as soldiers to grow his people.<br/><br/>He licked his lips hungrily as he took the final step towards the girl. He grabbed her tiny body with his monstrous hands, spinning her to face away from him and slamming her body against the wall with a heavy thunk. He kept one hand on her head, a tight grip on her golden hair, pinning her cheek to the wall. He lent forwards, taking a whiff of her delectable scent. He grunted approvingly as his powerful legs kicked apart the young elf’s thighs, growling in her ear, warning her not to fight or struggle. Every time he took a new elf he felt righteous, seeing their quivering bodies made his manhood twitch, leaking a soft trail of pre-cum down his throbbing shaft from the bulbous tip.<br/><br/>His other hand moved between her legs, his fingers splaying out over her crotch, his thumb placed between the smooth curve of her buttocks. He lifted up her hips, arching her back, forcing her onto the tips of her toes as his other hand kept her head pinned. As he lent in to run his sharpened fangs along the soft pale flesh of her neck, his presence radiated from him. He smelt of testosterone, sweat and power.<br/>