Orcs vs Elves
Copyright© 2026 by Dragon Cobolt
Chapter 1
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1 - In a world of magic and mysticism, elves have reigned in the north lands for uncounted aeons - immortal and changeless. But now, tales from the south, carried by refugee humans fleeing the devastation of their lands, speak of a teeming swarm of orcs rampaging across their lands. Now, elven steel and draconic might must be rallied...but is all as it seems?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Blackmail Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Hypnosis Mind Control NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Romantic Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual TransGender Fiction High Fantasy War Paranormal Furry Zombies Demons Cheating Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Wimp Husband DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Light Bond Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Pregnancy Squirting
The light of day shone brightly across the city of Sunshadow, illuminating her gold and white streets with the brilliance of spring – and it fell most excellently across a processions of nuns of the Whore Goddess, who were making their way down the thoroughfare towards the temple of a thousand gods. Kelris and Kelric both watched them pass and Kelric whistled softly.
“I can’t believe they go out dressed like that,” he said, elbowing his knight-brother, who shook his head and laughed.
“I mean, it’s kind of part of the whole worshiping the Whore Goddess. Wouldn’t make sense if they wore something more chaste, eh?”
The nuns were, of course, dressed head to toe in long, shapeless black robes, with white habits around their heads, trailing veils over their faces, and hanging sleeves that allowed them to tuck even their hands daintily into cover. In effect, to see their naked bodies, one had to imagine undressing all that fabric, peeling aside robes, tossing away scraps of cloth, untying the complex knot-work that could barely be seen beneath the swishing folds. Contrasted against the women out in their chaste and simple slingkinis and inch high skirts with high heels, it was the utter height of lewdness.
“I can watch those nuns all day, brother,” Kelic murmured, craning his head – but Kelris punched his shoulder.
“Come, we have to get to the barracks,” he said. “I heard that the commander had orders for us.”
The two strutted off, their bright blue g-strings and shoulder pauldrons announcing their membership in the Order of the Scaled Fist, and spent half the way to the barracks discussing which of the slutty nuns they would prefer. “I’d talk to them first,” Kelris was saying as they came to the gates out of the commerce district of Sunshadow. “See which of em is a moon elf.”
“Why moon elves?”
“They have those cute horns,” Kelris said, wiggling his fingers at his brow. “You ever eaten horny pussy?”
“I can’t say I have, Kelris,” Kelric said, laughing. “I mostly prefer high elves. I know where I stand with high elves.”
Kelris snorted. “So, my knight-brother reveals, after all these years earning his sword, to be a coward? What next, do you flee from a challenge, lest you mar your pretty face.” He gently mimed reaching up to pat Kelric’s cheek. Kelric waved his hand, shaking his head.
“One day, your errant ways will be the deaths of us, knight-brother!” he said, as they walked past the archery field, the arrows whistling past them as the elves practicing their shooting did not even hesitate or slow down. An arrow whipped past Kelric’s nose as Kelris stopped dead in his tracks, then spun about, catching a strand of his bright blue hair. He held it up.
“Who here fired that shot?” he called out.
A youthful elf-maid in the uniform of a new recruit – a pair of chain-mail rectangles drawn over her modest chest and a g-string painted a dull white – held up her hand, quivering as she held her longbow to her chest.
Kelric shook his head. “Work on your aim before you earn your colors,” he said.
“I-I will...” the elf-maid stammered. Kelric flashed her a smile and she turned almost as red as her neighbor’s slingkini. Her hands went to her cheeks and her excited squeal of ‘Kelric Dragonwing smiled at me!’ followed the two Knights as they came into the main offices of the barracks. Within, they found the knight commander of the Order of the Scaled Fist sitting in her office, scribing messages onto sending scrolls with a stylus of shimmering light. She was dressed in her conservative mode, with her breasts bared and covered by pasties and her crotch-less armored skirt crinkling around her hips. She was a sun elf, her skin the color of landscapes after an ashflow, her hair glowing like lava.
Her name was Findaras Lavabright, and when she glowered up at the two knights, both came to attention.
“I sent for you an hour ago. Let me guess, you were too busy ogling pretty girls in the park?” she asked, leaning back in her seat, her arms shelving her heavy breasts.
“We, uh, might have been...” Kelris started.
“Practicing. We were practicing our bladework,” Kelric said.
“Ah, so you were screwing?” Captain Findaras said, then cut Kelric off as he tried to mount a defense. “I don’t really care. You two are the most junior members of the Order. Do you know what that means?”
“We are eager to be sent into whatever danger lurks in yonder wilderness,” Kelris said, while Kelric muttered under his breath.
“We get the scut work.”
“Quite so, and quite so,” Findaras said. She frowned, slightly, then reached into her desk. She drew forth an image crystal and set it down. A shimmering shape appeared above it, wavering in mage-light before becoming clear. “Do you know what this is?”
“That’s one of those strange, fragile things from the southlands,” Kelric said, leaning forward to look at the slutty looking creature, dressed head to toe in green and black fabric. “A ... a ... hoofman!”
“Human, knight-brother,” Kelris said, softly. “That is a human. They’ve been arriving on the coast for the past, what, five years?”
“Apparently, they’re running away from something. It hasn’t been a huge concern to the Many Hued Nations – after all, humans are barely mage sensitive, they’re mortal, their fragile.” Findaras shook her head. “It wouldn’t take much to knock one of their kingdoms over. They do it to themselves all the time. But...” She sighed. “Enough humans have been arriving on the coast that our satrapies are beginning to complain. The smallfolk have sent emissaries to the Eternal Queen’s court and have begged that she do something about the humans.”
“Which kind?” Kelric asked, sitting his mostly bare ass on the corner of the desk, peering at the human curiously.
“All of them,” Findaras said.
Kelric jerked, while Kelris’ jaw dropped.
“The fairies, the pech and the goblins sent a joint expedition to complain, which means this human situation must be serious.” Findaras frowned. “The pech say that the humans have been taking their farms. The goblins say that the humans have been shooting them with arrows. And the fairies ... well, the fairies have a laundry list of complaints. It’s itemized and nearly as long as an ironwood tree.”
“Now that’s a proper quest!” Kelric said, grinning.
Kelris frowned. “Do you want us to ... to drive the humans into the sea?” he sounded a mite nervous about it. Elves in a passion could be unpredictable and sun elves were more unpredictable than most. It came from being reborn constantly from within the bubbling caldera of Mount Starflare. It was the duty of any elf that was more collected and centered to mediate an elf in a passion – to calm rutting, to guide fury towards something constructive, to console sorrow that could flood whole plains with their tears. But Findaras shook her head.
“No, no, the High Queen wants a peaceful resolution to things. Humans are mortals, which mean their lives are shorter and, thus, they want to keep them longer.” She shrugged a bit. “Always thought that was a bit of a shame for them, but that’s how their Goddess made them. Your orders are to go to the coast and ensure that the humans and smallfolk are at peace. If blades must be drawn, try and keep the bloodshed to a minimum.”
“Understood!” Kelric said, while Kelris hesitated.
“What do we know of the humans?” he asked. “Their culture, their religion?”
“We know they worship a goddess, they have many kingdoms, and they’re all sluts,” Findaras said.
“That’s it?” Kelris asked, frowning. “You’d think we’d have learned more about them...”
“Take it up with the moon and owl elves,” Findaras said, waving her hand dismissively. “If they wanted to learn more, they would have exerted themselves.”
Kelris rubbed his jaw. “Come,” he said to his knight-brother. “I have an idea.”
Findaras went back to her scribing, clearly happy to let the two junior knights set themselves to the task. As they walked from the room, Kelric muttered. “Is your idea to grab a moon elf librarian from the Arcane University and drag her along with us? Force them to study the humans and also have a chance to spitroast a purple cutie?”
“I-” Kelric hesitated. The idea was appealing but ... he shook his head. “No, no, we need to go talk to the sea elves.”
“Ugh. Dolphin Nation,” Kelric muttered, his arms crossed over his chest. “Why them?”
“They run the trade ships, Kelric,” Kelris said, gently.
Kelric frowned.
“Ah, right,” he said.
“Humans?” the sea elf captain that the two knights managed to track down in the taverns along the docks of Sunshadow blinked up at them. “I’ve been to a few human lands, aye. They’re not exactly keen on us elves.”
“Sea elves or all elves?” Kelric asked, curiously, provoking an elbowing from Kelris, but the captain seemed entirely unbothered. He leaned back in his seat, his bright blue skin glistening with moisture, his frilled ears expanding outward and his gill-slits twitching. He was dressed rather daringly in long leggings that concealed almost his entire legs, down to the ankles.
“All elves, though, I don’t know if they know that sea elves aren’t all elves,” the captain said, scratching at his jaw. “Three of my crew were killed when we docked in one of their ports – one of their priests of the Goddess started raving about how we were in league with some devil they were frightened about. At the same time, they bought all the swords, bows and arrows we were carrying.” He snorted. “Strange people.”
“At the exact same time or...” Kelris asked.
“Well, within three days of the two events, basically at the same time,” the sea elf said.
Kelris, who was somewhat used to thinking of how things mortals did thanks to growing up near the coast, nodded to himself. “I doubt that the people who bought your arms were thinking in accord with that mob. Did you get the crew back?”
“Oh, they popped out of the Deep Wells almost before we got back,” the captain said, nodding as he did so. “It’ll take them a few decades to grow up again, but we’ll be able to keep the berths open. That’s why you sail with a large crew, you know.”
“Right,” Kelris drummed his fingers on the wooden table, while a waitress dressed in a distractingly flashy outfit of winding bands – covering almost all of her body in interlocking strips of bright yellow fabric – stepped over and laid out drinks for the three elves. The sea elf grinned at her, his sharp teeth glinting, while Kelric risked a playful swat at her rump. The waitress tittered and scampered off, sashaying her hips. Kelric beamed after her. Kelris asked: “Do you know why humans are arriving on our shores?”
“They’re fleeing some war or another,” the sea elf said. “But humans are always having wars, so it’s not really shocking.”
“Hmm.” Kelris frowned.
Kelric, still watching the waitress, asked: “So, are they all as slutty as they look?”
“Oh yes, human women will flip skirts for any elf that winks at them. Seems to steam the men something fierce.” The sea elf captain nodded.
“Well, well, well! Maybe the refugee crisis isn’t such a bad thing?” Kelric asked. Kerlis shook his head.
“You’ve been very helpful, Captain.” He bowed his head, and the sea elf fanned out his webbed hand in a casual ‘it’s nothing’ gesture.
“Oh!” The captain said as the two knights turned to go. “There was one thing, almost forgot. The demons the humans are all concerned about? They call them ... uh ... what was the name.” He paused. “It started with an o. Oaks or ... Ors ... or...” He hesitated, then snapped his fingers with a loud click. “Ah! Orcs! That was it!”
“Orcs?” Kelric asked, his brows furrowing, his ears perking up. “Never heard of them.”
“We’ll ask any humans we see.” Kelris nodded. “Come, knight-brother. We must get to the dracoviary.”
The two hurried through Sunshadow as the sun itself crept towards the horizon. The dracoviary was built near the heart of the city, and only those members of the knightly orders that had earned the right to enter were able to pass through the shimmering field that cast itself over the entrances. Once within, they headed up to the roost at the higher level, where half a dozen dragons were sleeping upon their piles of golden coins and gems and jewels, as the vain creatures were wont to do. Kelris walked to his dragon, Skendaranzor, while Kelric hurried over to hug the head of his dragon, Tendaramontous. The two beasts, rousing from their sleep, flicked their tongues to taste their masters on the air, and started to speak in amusement.
Back to cracking the whip, Kelris? Skendaranzor asked, in amusement, while Tendaramontous simply frilled out his ruff.
You don’t smell like a woman. A poor showing, Kelric.
“I’ve been busy, you snide wyrm,” Kelric muttered as he leaped from the floor to the back of his dragon, landing at the nape of the creature’s neck. Kelris simply climbed up, helped by Sken’s paw held at the appropriate level. The two dragons beat their wings and soared up, towards the opening in the center of the dracoviary, emerging into the gathering afternoon golds and reds. Their wings fanned wide and they beat steadily as Kelris touched the side of Sken’s neck, guiding him towards the coast.
Ah, fresh fish. I haven’t been fed for days, Tendaramontous said, which provoked an angry scoff from Kelric.
“I fed you this very morning!”
So you claim, elf-thing!
“Elf-thing, as if I have not ridden you across five lifetimes!” Kelric shook his head. “The nerve of these beasts. The cheek!”
“If you were not so easy to rile, Kelric,” Kelris said, pitching his voice to carry over the whistling wind. “Your dragon may not delight in it so much.”
“Now, I am stabbed in the back by my very own knight-brother!”
The two rode on in companionable bickering for an hour before the pale white sands of the coast became visible – as did the faint smoke rising from several chimneys, and the hammering and rattling sound of woodworking being done with crude and shockingly physical tools. Flying over the village that was growing in the shadow of several beached ships, Kelris noted two things. First, he noted that for all the crudity of the human construction, they were industrious creatures. They had built a shocking amount of buildings, and they were not entirely hideous. The second?
Merely seeing the dragons had produced a remarkable scramble in the humans. They were screaming and running away from the most flamable structures, while others hurried to get their bows and string them. He flew Sken down, leaping off the dragon and rolling to his feet before that knot of humans before they could so much as get ready. His dragon skidded to a halt behind him, head raised up in regal repose.
“Stay your hands, humans,” Kelris said. “I’m here to speak, not to fight.”
The humans wavered. They were looking at him as if he was the most remarkable creature that they had ever seen. One of them whispered: “He’s dressed like an orc ... but he’s no greenskin.”
Greenskin? Kelris shook his head. “I’m an elf-man, humans. My name is Kelris Shadowsun, and this is my knight-brother, Kelric Dragonwing.” Behind him, he heard Kelric landing and jumping from his beast. “We’ve been sent by the High Queen to mediate the disputes between you and the smallfolk. Who of you is your leader?”
A woman stepped from among them and Kelris felt an excited twitch in his g-string, one that he tried to control ... but it was hard when a woman of such grace and beauty, near perfection, was dressed so ... provocatively. Her face was bared, but it was the only thing that was in her flowing gown of blue and red and gold. Even her feet were covered. But despite that, she was showing enough curves to make her as busty as the bustiest of the most dedicated followers of the Whore Goddess. The only thing spoiling the alluring effect was the scowl on her features – and the deadly seriousness of the situation.
“I am the Lady Isanet, of the House Khaz, one of the noble families of Thurandal,” she said, her voice bitter as apple seeds. “Why are you dressed like a man whore?”
“Uh...” Kelris blinked, even as Kelric snorted.
“Says the woman dressed like she wants us both to throw her down on the beach?” he asked, smirking at her. Kelris shot him a glower, even as the humans gasped and then started to rumble in anger. Lady Isanet crossed her arms over her chest.
“Has your friend taken a blow to his head, or does flying overhead in a wyrm bad for your brain?” she asked.
“Both,” Kelris said. “Please, ignore him. He’s as hot headed as he is shortsighted.”
“Gee, thanks...” Kelric muttered – but as usual, his tongue had provided ample positive contrast for Kelris, as he saw the Lady Isanet’s face soften.
“Do you mind taking us inside?” Kelris asked. “We can discuss the problems with the smallfolk and-”
“Problems?” Lady Isanet barked a laugh. “Problems? The only problem here is that your kingdom is infested with greenskins! Goblins! They’re all over the place!”
“Of course they are,” Kelris said. “Goblins have been our vassals for endless turnings of-”