Chapter 13

Kelris Shadowsun wiped at the sweat beading and sliding down his brow – his arm twinged, and a passing high elf, his armor glittering despite the hazy smoke that nearly blotted out the sun, said: “Sir, your arm?”

Kelris saw that a flying piece of metal or wood had snipped through his preposterously slutty costume with the neatness of a surgeon’s scalpel. Blood sopped his sleeve, and he had barely noticed in the frantic din that had been breaching Denergar Rock’s fortifications. He snarled, then held out his hand “Your knife, soldier,” he said. Without a hesitation, the knife was offered and soon it parted the uniform he had been given by the Everqueen herself. Kelris used the strips of the tunic to bind his arm and tossed the rest aside, then dropped his trousers. Bare save for a loincloth, he finally felt properly clothed and modest and shook his head as he grumbled under his breath. “Beastly weather for that kind of whoring.”

“Yes sir...” the soldier seemed faintly disappointed – clearly, he had enjoyed just how Kelris had looked in a full buttoned up tunic and hose, but Kelris didn’t mind cutting the show short for the leering swordsman. Instead, he handed the knife back and continued forward through the stone and wooden chambers that the piratical menaces that called Denergar Rock home had used as their front line of defense. He stepped over trolloc, orc and dracorc bodies, their forms struck down by a mixture of precisely aimed arrows and swords, and came to a chamber where the ringing sound of blades on blades continued to sing out.

“Kill them! Slay them! Butcher the beasts!”

The war cry that he had been hearing all afternoon rang sourly in Kelris’ ear. He clenched his jaw – feeling his own temper rising and mounting ... and then a crack rang out. The cry of pain and anguish that came was elvish, and when Kelris finished running forward, he saw that one of the elf soldiers had been taken in the chest by a pistol, held by a fierce orc pirate, whose cutlass slashed up to catch the shocked sea elf that was flanking the high elf who was, even now, dying. Kelris leaped into the battle, flanked by his fellow soldiers, and their blades glittered with their ferocity.

Everyone that had joined this army had sworn on their names that they would face flamepowder weapons without fear. Kelris felt that oath in his own breast. But there was still a horrible fury, burning within him as he saw the elf’s eyes go black, his soul not passing to a new life but ... rather, being rubbed out completely. The orc pirate’s expression of furious pleasure at his victory was replaced by shock – then the shock was fixed, goggling up from the floor, the severed stump of his newly shortened neck spurting into the air, a crimson geyser that Kelris stepped about with ease.

The door taken, the elves emerged from the fort and into the city beyond. Pirates who had not fought at the front lines were now fleeing in every direction, and a shout came from every part of the squalid, wooden slums that these pirates called home.

“Quarter! Quarter!”

White flags fluttered and Kelris, his heart hammering, saw that many a orc or trolloc were tossing their weapons to the ground. Some battle continued to the left – the crash of a cannon roaring made him wince. Kelris shook his head, trying to clear his battle lust, the haze of his excitement and anger. But ... he turned, barking an order to a soldier.

“Get me Findaras Lavabright,” he said. “And send word to all commanders, we are to take prisoners. And treat them as if they were halflings.”

The soldier nodded, his own features flushed.

Kelris stepped forward before the crowd of terrified pirates, calling out. “Who here speaks for Denergar Rock?”

The pirates glanced among one another, even as some fluttered their white flags. There was a squall of outrage, and a rather comely, teal skinned trolloc, her tricorn hat knocked askew and her wild ponytail of pale white hair now spilling down her shoulders in an uncontrolled waterfall. She glared daggers up at Kelris, then spat out, in her own language: “I am Captain Azighad Marrowcrack. It looks since you killed Bluebeard and T’erdak that I am the last survivor.” She sneered, most impressively. “What, oh vaunted elves, oh noble warriors, have we done to so offend thy personages?”

Her words dripped with mocking scorn. Kelris felt his rage burning within him – but he had to restrain it. If he were to lose his control, then the whole army would be lost to him ... never before in the history of the elves had there ever been what the humans called a sack. No elf had ever been so roused to fury. If they, with their immortal appetites and fierce whims, were driven to such a thing ... Kelris gulped, slowly, then spoke, his voice growing even.

“We need your island, to strike at our true enemy. The Horde,” he said. “We shall bring them to their knees.”

Captain Marrowcrack glared at him. “You arrogant ponce,” she hissed. “We might not wish to go endlessly a crusading – but we’re still Horde! We are still their treasure and their bloodright – and when they find what you’ve done here, they-”

Her words were cut off by the soldier that Kelris had dispatched returning. He came not with Findaras, but instead, with a grave expression on his face. Kelris felt his own belly lurch – while the soldier whispered. “Sir,” he said. “I ... Commander Lavabright led the charge at the port bastion. A cannon burst near her. She was ... she...” He hesitated, then held out the blade that Findaras used – and it had been shattered to the hilt, and soaked in the blood of a sun elf. Kelris took the hilt with numb fingers, his hands shaking ever so slightly.

“The gun ... burst,” he whispered.

“Yes, sir,” the soldier said.

“It just... burst...” Kelris’ hands tightened. “Randomly. Stupidly.” The soldier did not respond. He, in fact, was looking just as Kelris felt. His comrade and former commander, his sister in the Order of the Scale, had been wiped from the Telling by something so ... so inane as a cannon bursting from being too hot, from being too stuffed with gunpowder. Such things happened to humans and orcs. It did not happen to elves. Kelris’ knuckles were whitening as his heart hammered within his chest. He closed his eyes.

“Oh do you want me to cry for your girlfriend?” Captain Marrowcrack crowed, her eyes flashing furiously.

Kelris’ eyes snapped open.

Before he knew it, he was upon the trolloc woman. Her eyes widened and she yelped as her arms were pinned above her head, her thighs falling wide open as she was pressed to her back on the dirty ground. The army let loose with a furious bellow – a waiting cry that had been lurking within them ever since they had set sail. And now ... Kelris felt his own passions overtake him. There was no Shadowsun, only an animal, a beast of the deep wilds. Once, the high elves had lived among the woods and the caves, like the wood elves and the spider elves. Once, they had swam in the dark oceans. They had come to their new civilization slowly and carefully, over many tellings.

Well.

He was back there in the savagery once more, his fingers grabbing onto the trolloc’s blouse and ripping it open with iron hard strength. Her teal breasts bounced free, her bright nipples flashing in the firelight as she cried out. “Get off me, what are you-” She gasped as his hands took hold of her tits, squeezing her, tugging her nipples. While Kelris the beast was careless of her pleasure and driven only by passion, he remained an elf. And an elf did nothing without skill.

Even rape.

His fingers tugged her nipples with the artful pressure of hands honed by countless lifetimes, and his mouth pressed to her mouth, his tongue invading her mouth as she squirmed, bucking against him – but his hips rocked, grinding his bulge against the smoldering heat between her thighs. Hands yanked his leggings down, soldiers that had once been his underlings but now were comrades in the wildness of the now working to strip him naked. A hand gripped his cock and he bucked against the pressure – and was guided into the trolloc captain. Her mouth broke away and she tossed her head aside with a groan and hiss. “Bastard!”

Kelris pinned her arms above her head, his rock hard, pale high elf cock plunging into her sopping wet trolloc cunt. Her teal thighs spread wider and wider as she grunted in time with the lewd plap plap plap of his balls clapping against her ass. Her eyes started to grow hazy as she gasped and panted, her tusks glinting as she hissed. “B-Bastard ... ah ... fuck!” She trembled and he felt her tighten around him as Kelris let himself loose within her – his balls slapped her ass once more and he groaned fiercely.

His balls tightened.