Elven Conquest

It had started as a normal day with her family. How could they have ever known that the day would be different than all of the others? After all, things were peaceful with the elves. Or as peaceful as it could be with such different cultures and people. Martah had risen early as she usually did, ate breakfast, than gone for her morning walk around the lands of her kingdom. They had never had anything to worry about and she was a warrior, so she had never taken guards with her on these walks. Fresh snow littered the ground and she couldn't help but admire the bleak, but beautiful scenery. It was just like Martah to find beauty in this bleak weather. She was born in these lands, so of course she loved them. She could always find beauty even in the smallest things. The only weapons she carried was a bow, a quiver of arrows, and a hunting knife. On her walks, she would sometimes hunt as well if she saw good prey. This morning was one of those mornings. She spotted a nice buck who would help feed her people.

There were hunters that were normally left to do this, but Martah liked to help out when she could. It was one of the many reasons she was well loved by her people and family. Her father knew that she would be a great queen one day. She tracked the deer, biding her time and waiting for the perfect moment to strike with her bow. As the right opportunity hit, she silently knocked her arrow and just as she was about to let it loose, a sound startled the deer and it was racing off in the snow. She cursed and lowered her bow and arrow, before chasing after the deer. However, she wasn't expecting someone to interfene. She skidded to a stop and faced the stone faced elf staring down at her. He was a large man with rippling muscles. He spoke something to her, in that Elven tongue, but she had no idea what he was saying. She took a step backwards, sensing trouble and then realized he wasn't alone. She was quickly surrounded.

The elf said something to her again but she still didn't understand, but she could see trouble when it looked her in the eye. Elves were not normally in these lands beside the snow elves and these were not snow elves. No, these looked like high elves. They had no business here. She narrowed her eyes and searched for the weakest link. Spotting it, she let loose an arrow and ran past him. However, she would not get away before her body locked up, magic binding her body and keeping her from running away. Her bow dropped from her hands and she froze, straining against the magic to try and get herself free. Why were they doing this?

The next thing she knew, she was knocked unconscious and the last thing she saw as she fell was a pair of feet walking towards her through the snow and then she knew no more. She awoke in a foreign place, obviously far from her own land. She was surrounded by a bunch of elven women who were dressed nicely. She backed away from the offered hand of a blonde female who seemed to be in charge. "Relax, my dear. I mean you no harm," She said, speaking in the common tongue. "My name is Velatha. I'm sure you have many questions but they will have to wait. We've been instructed to get you ready." Martah was confused. "Ready for what?" She asked hesitantly, not wanting to trust these elves even if this Velatha seemed nice. She knew that appearances could be deceiving, after all.

"Ready to meet our husband, King Elric. He will explain everything. For now, we must get you bathed and dressed for the meeting. You will be presented to him in the throne room as soon as you are ready." Martah looked around, uncomfortable with the way these women were looking at her. Her gaze swept the room, searching for the nearest escape point. There was an opening and she was going to take it, but a dark elf woman stepped in front of the door and blocked it. "I'm sorry, little one, but escape is futile. Trust me," The woman said thickly but made no move to introduce herself. Martah was not one to easily give up but with no weapons, she stood no chance against these elves. Even if they seemed unarmed as well. "Fine," She said softly, unhappy with her circumstances. She couldn't help but wonder if her parents had noticed her absence. Would they go to war to try and reclaim her? She knew her parents weren't involved in this mess because they would have told her about it. Just what was going on?

The women guided her into another room, obviously using for bathing as it had a large spring that had steam emitting from it. Her clothes were removed and she was pushed into the pool and washed. Once she was clean, they dried her off and lathered her body in sweet, floral smelling oils and then she was dressed. Martah hated these clothes, but they wouldn't give her old clothes back to her. Why were they making her wear something so revealing? She hated it. She wanted to go home. She felt tears of anger and hurt well up in her eyes but she would not let them fall as they styled her hair before finishing with her. "It's time," Velatha said, giving a gentle smile to the northern girl. "We will see you later. Good luck."

Martah was guided out of the tower and escorted by some male guards who didn't seem to show an ounce of sympathy. They were heavily armed and as much as she wanted to try and grab for a weapon, she was too busy trying to keep her chest covered. This dress revealed too much skin. She made sure to memorize the way from the tower to the throne room and she was shoved none too gently before a set of stairs that led up to a throne. She stumbled and fell, catching herself by her hands and scowled.

Elric stared at the pretty young northerner with a slight smirk before his face adjusted to its stern expression. He was rather bored as of late wit his wives and decided he had an interest in humans. They were such a feisty race and so quick to react with their hearts than their minds. His piercing blue eyes stared at her curiously as the guards poke to him in Elvish. He Scowled at them and seemed rather annoyed they were so rough with her as he glided from his throne and down the steps to help her up. "My apologies for my guards being so rough with you.: He sighed as he then lifted her face up to look at him as he gazed into her eyes.

"What a rare beauty you are. Yes you'll make a fine collection indeed." He said as he waved magic around her to keep her from moving and to lock her hands in place so she couldn't cover herself. He then glided his hands over her curves with a smirk to feel if her body was pleasing to hold. "Nice childbearing hips. Yes you will have many of my heirs." He grinned as he seemed excited to bed her. "Not until the marriage of course...." He said as if he was trying to reassure her as if any of that would.

Martah looked up, hearing footsteps approach her. Her green eyes locked with the blue eyes of the elven man before her. Was this the man that Velatha spoke of? If the circumstances were different, she might have thought he was handsome but right now, he was the enemy so those kinds of thoughts were far from her mind. She wasn't expecting him to speak in the common tongue, though, nor did she expect him to apologize for the behavior of his guards. She didn't say anything, jerking her face away from his hand. "Don't touch me," She said, scowling at him. She may not know all of the details, but it was clear to her that she was here because of this man. "I am no trophy." She was defiant, showing no fear of this stranger. She felt the tingle of magic and before she could try to run, her body was once again going immobile.

As he touched her without her permission, her cheeks burned in a mixture of embarrassment and rage. "Don't touch me! I will not give you any children!" She growled at him, fighting in vain against the magic holding her captive. "My parents will not forgive you for this. They will go to war! Do you really want war on your hands, elf?" She had no interest in marrying him or giving him any heirs. She just wanted to go home and she would fight tooth and nail if she had to in order to get back home to her parents and kingdom. "Release me from your magic at once! I dare you!"

"Ah defiant aren't you? Arlayna was just a defiant as you are now when she first came to my harem. Like her, you'll learn too that I own you now." He ignored her comment about war. He wasn't in the least worried. He had his elven allies to back him whom were generous with their gifts of elven maidens and humans were far too frail. "Why are you humans so ashamed of your beautiful bodies? In fact I would flaunt them. Elves lack the curves you do and the muscle..." He examined her before untying the dress to let it fall to the ground so she would be naked and bound by magic. "Please confirm this princess has not been soiled yet..." He told a priestess as he wielded the magic it spread her legs while standing as the priestess touched and examined her most intimate parts while he stared and licked his lips.

Martah glared at him, still straining to break free from his magic. She didn't care that it was seemingly impossible to break free, it was simply against her instincts to just lie down and submit. It was obvious that he didn't care about her parents going to war with him, confident that he could beat them. And perhaps he was right to think that, but her people were a proud sort and fierce warriors. She didn't want it to come to war, though. She needed to escape before it came to that. Her eyes widened as he untied her dress, feeling the material slip down her body and expose it to his eyes. She felt humiliated, her cheeks burning again in a mixture of rage and embarrassment. She tried a new tactic, trying to shift, but was unable to even do that.

The priestess would find, though, that she was indeed unsoiled. She had never laid with a man, though a husband had already been chosen for her. But she supposed all of that mattered not if this elf got his way. She knew she couldn't break free from the magic, but he would have to release her at some point. Hopefully, he didn't know about her animal form. It could be used to her advantage, but she had to choose the right moment to reveal it. Of course, it was also possible that he already knew about her shifter magic. "You're despicable," She spat, fuming with rage and hate towards him.

"I may be despicable but you're still mine...Guards...bring her back to the tower. " He smiled as the priestess helped putt her dress back on before he waved the spell keeping her still off of her and returned to sit down. After a long day of politics and solving all of his people's problems Elric decided to ask for Arlayna who was still very defiant of his romancing. He would remind the guards to have her chained and naked in his personal training room where he trained all of his wives to be obedient. Although most were with very little struggle but Arlayna was not so easily trained and neither was Martah it seemed.

As he walked into his tower he disrobed and got into a bath before drying off and with only loose black pants on as he walked over to his training room with a smirk. "Hello my sweet... are we going to behave today? Hm?" He walked over and pet her hair gently. as he begun to braid it soothingly as she would be chained and cuffed like usual.

Martah would not forget this humiliation and would bide her time while plotting her escape. The idea of plotting his death seemed rather appealing, too. As soon as she could move again, she covered herself with her arms and scowled at him before she was led away. She was trembling with barely contained rage, green eyes searching for the slightest opening as she was led back to the tower. What a despicable man, thinking that she was his property. If given the chance, Martah would show him that she was not so easily tamed. Unfortunately, there was no opening on the way back and she was forced to be shoved back into the tower without even getting the chance to try and escape. As soon as she arrived, Velatha walked over her to her, carrying a shawl. "How was it?" She asked, draping the shawl around Martah's shoulders.

The northern princess accepted the article of clothing and drew it over herself, still trembling from rage. "I hate him. He's despicable, thinking of me as mere property. He doesn't even care that my people will not forgive this and go to war." Velatha sighed softly and guided Martah to sit down. "If you don't fight him, he can be rather pleasant." She paused as one of the wives scoffed. "Pleasant? He's still an ass," said a brunette elf who had her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the wall. Velatha frowned and turned to address the woman. "Arlayna, that is because you fight him. You should know by now that fighting him isn't the answer." The female wood elf scowled. "What he's doing is wrong, Velatha. Even you know that. He doesn't give a damn about others and does whatever pleases him regardless of the trouble it brings."

Martah was relieved to know that not all of the wives were compliant. Perhaps she could get close to this Arlayna and have a better chance at escaping. Time passed and the Velatha got her a change of clothes and Martah was pleased to find it was something less revealing than what she had been forced to wear. She felt safer in these clothes, although they were not as comfortable as her own. She was just settling in when the door opened and a guard came in, asking for Arlayna. The defiant wood elf scowled, not wanting to go. "Arlayna, please. Just go with him. Make things easier on yourself," Velatha said, frowning at the wood elf. "I will never make things easy for him, Velatha. Nothing you say or do will change my mind. Unlike you, I still have my head. So does Martah." She spat before going with the guard who was beginning to grow impatient.

It wasn't long until she found herself in a familiar place, the training room that Elric had for training his wives. She didn't care that she was naked, but it was a disadvantage. Oh, how Arlayna longed for the forest and the heavy, familiar weight of her weapons. Her ears perked at the sound of footsteps and she plastered on her defiant look, glaring at him as he entered the room. "Eat shit," She said, growling at him. She hated it when he touched her without permission but with her being chained, she was unable to stop him from petting her hair like a prized pet. She struggled against the chains, glaring fiercely at him.

When he tied her hair into a braid and felt her struggle, he pulled back her braid tightly and forcefully but not painfully, just as a warning. "If you don't play nice, I'll edge you to pleasure and refuse it to you with your hands bound for a week. So enough!" He growled at her as he continued to dote on her pleasurably with kisses trailing her neck and biting her ear. "I know you've become a little more open to my pleasure despite the front you give the wives in the tower." He teased her and tickled her sides teasingly to get her to smile even a little.

He was such a cruel, strict man. She absolutely despised him. She was also still furious at her parents for offering her to him like a prized broodmare. What were they thinking? No, she knew what they were thinking. They were only hoping to further their standing with him. After all, high elves were above the other elves. A part of her was hurt, though. That her parents had been so consumed with their own wishes that they hadn't once stopped to think about how she felt in the matter. However, Arlayna knew she couldn't be soft. Not around him. She knew that he wanted to break her, but she didn't want to submit. She was wild and untamed, but unfortunately, he was beginning to have an affect on her. It was something she hated. She shuddered from his touch, trying to pull away from him as she closed her hazel eyes.

"I hate you," She murmured, refusing to open her eyes and look at him as she turned her head away from him. She didn't want to give him the pleasure of her looking at him. She wasn't like the other wives who bent to his will and begged for his affection. Velatha was a kind woman, but Arlayna hated her the most. How could Velatha just sit idly by while her husband claimed more wives? Did she not feel ashamed that she wasn't good to satisfy him? She was the first wife, after all. She also wasn't going to smile for him, knowing that he was attempting to play nice with her.

"Yes, yes you hate me now but last night you were practically melting in my hands." He snickered as he gently grabbed her by the chain as he went to sit in his custom throne he made for his training room which was quite comfortable than his official throne was. He wrapped the chain as he lounged in his throne and yanked her fprward with a smirk as he kne she would be furious. He then wouldyank at her chain until she was at his feet. "Sit in my lap and be a good girl or I'll put your mouth to better use and it will be more unpleasant for you...." He warned her with a grin.

Arlayna growled in response to his words, annoyed because he was right. Her mind may have been unwilling, but her body was easily tempted by his touch. It was a betrayal to her but as much as she tried to fight him, it was hard when her body loved what he was doing to her. She really hoped that he would not subject her to that again, not so soon. She opened her eyes and watched him as he moved away from her, going to sit in his chair. She relaxed now that he wasn't so close, but it wasn't for long as he yanked the chain and caused her to stumble to his feet.

She growled again, furious with his mistreatment of her. He was such an asshole. Velatha kept telling her that he was only like this because she resisted him, but Arlayna didn't want to make it easy on him. She didn't want to be here and she would fight him for as long as she was able to, her treacherous body be damned. She glowered up at him and got up, moving to sit down on his lap though it was obvious it was the last place she wanted to sit. But the alternative was worse and she would take the lesser evil.

Elric smirked as he waved his hand as blue strands of energy wrapped around her legs and forcibly held them ope as another blue tendril snaked between her legs to tease at her most intimate area. He smirked before devouring at her neck as one arm wrapped around her waist and his other hand teasing her nipples. "I hear you and the new wife are getting along. You two aren't planning an escape are you? You know what will be the consequences? I'll treat you more so likee a broodmare and lock you up alone. Isn't it much better to be with your sister wives and to be able to roam the castle with guards. Don't you like the comfortable beds and delicious food provided for you? Or shall i lock you up and give you only the necessary care like a slave?" He growled as he bit he ear as he whispered his cruelty in her ear while pleasuring her.

She should have known that either option was a trap when it came to him. She tried to pull away from him, fighting to keep her legs closed but the magic wouldn't let her. It wouldn't budge even an inch. "Stop. I'm not planning anything with that human! Why would I help a human?" She hated the way he was talking to her and deciding her fate before she could even do anything. She had considered helping the human if only to help herself, but she hadn't wanted to do it.

She was straining from his actions, trying not to give into him but she couldn't stop the moan from escaping her lips at how he was making her feel. Her damned traitorous body! She couldn't stand this. She jerked, trying to get away from him, but things didn't go according to plan as her body refused to listen any further than that. "Stop!"

"Stop? But you are enjoying yourself aren't you? Your body is writhing on me" He smirked before unchaining her with his magic but his magic forced her to stand in front of him as the tendrils held her in place. He then sat back and waved his hand as a tendril slipped inside of her and snaked around her as another teased her clit. He chuckled knowing she couldn't contain her pleasure. "You didn't answer me my love. I asked you if i should treat you as a slave or not?" His eyes became more intense as je was done playing around.

"No! Never!" She refused to let him know that she was enjoying herself, even if it was unwilling. Of course, deep down she knew it wasn't hard to hide. He could see the effect he had on her and loved every minute of it, the smug bastard. She hated him and wanted to slit his throat for the things he was forcing on her. "Ah! Please, stop!" Arlayna normally wasn't the type to beg, but what else could she do? Demanding that he stopped had no affect on him so maybe pleading with him would. Though, honestly, she doubted that he would stop. She didn't want to answer his question, didn't want anything to do with him. "I just want to be free, you bastard!"

"And you would be free if you behaved. Velatha, Alysha, and Talindra are free to roam and even go to the city if they cared to. If you behaved and had my heirs willingly i would give you freedom, Arlayna." He smirked as he waved his hand as the tendril snaked and thrust in and out of her. "Bed with me, trust me, and love me. If you give me those three things then your freedom is yours. You can live a relaxed life here. I wpuld even allow you to visot home like your sister wives." He said as he teased her as the tendrils also squeezed her chest and teasted her nipples.

"I don't want your damned heirs!" She spat at him, struggling to stay angry at him when he was pleasuring her body. Damn him! Part of her knew that she should just give in to him if only to put him into a false sense of security. So he would think he had won and then she could plot her escape easier. But she couldn't help her damned pride and the anger she felt towards him. It made her irrational and she hated it, but how could she change? She couldn't stomach the thought of giving in to him. "I will never love you."

He glared at her and then let the tendrils pleasure her even more intensely as he reached over for a book to read. "You'll have to learn the hard way then. Maybe a week in the dungeons will teach you your place..." He sighed in disappointment as he really hoped she would finally submit to him. "No matter, your maternal instincts will kick in and once you have one heir you'll want more once you realize what a joy it is to have them." He said as he waited till she was on the verge of coming before taking the tendrils away to make her beg for more. He knew she had to be sexually frustrated and aching to come now.

She loathed that her body was on the verge of coming to release due to his actions. "No!" She didn't want to be locked in the dungeons, all by herself. At least in the tower, she could still see outside. But in the dungeons, she felt small and scared, trapped with no sight of the nature that brought her comfort. The dungeon was the worst place to put a wood elf and he knew that. "Please, no!" Oh, she was begging, but not for release. She didn't care that her body was sexually frustrated from being denied release, more worried about being thrown in the dungeon.

"Say you love me and you want my heirs then? Beg for me to bed you and give you my heirs. Do make it sound convincing too." He smiles at her as he saw weakness and defeat in her eyes he walked over to her and caressed her face. "Promise me you are mine..." He stared at her lovingly before kissing her passionately. "It can be more like this...no chains, no magic, and pure bliss....you just have to learn to love me...." He smiled more sincerely despite his stern eyes.

He was despicable. She felt tears well in her eyes, feeling defeated. This was it. She couldn't fight him anymore, not if he was going to throw her into the dungeon. A wood elf was not meant to be locked away in a dungeon. She lowered her gaze, not jerking away as he caressed her face. "I'm yours," She said, even though it was difficult to get the words out. She felt sick to her stomach with having to admit that, even though it was true. She was his, regardless of her opinion on the matter.

Elric sighed as he kissed her forehead but as he pulled his face back to look at her he had a grim expression on his face. He waved his fingertips as purple flames faded in his hands. "I'm afraid i do not believe you...perhaps in a week's time you will change your mind." He glared as guards came in to restrain her and yank her away from Elric. "Summon Velatha here at once." He commanded the guards as he turned back to his seat to continue reading his book while waiting for Velatha to join him. He sighed at Arlayna's stubbornness but he cannot deny it was indeed enticing.

"No! Please!" She kicked and screamed as she was dragged away, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I hate you, I hate you!" Her screams echoed until they grew silent. He would not be kept waiting too long before there was a knock on the door and it opened, Velatha peeking inside. "You called for me, husband?" She asked, confused about why he was alone. Arlayna had not returned and she was not here.

She felt dread well up inside her, hoping nothing bad had happened to the wood elf. She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her before turning back to face him. "Is everything all right? Where is Arlayna?" She asked, tilting her head.

Elric smiled as he closed the book and rised from his seat to great his wife. "Hush, my wife. I have a gift." He smiled as he summoned a jewelry box into his hands and presented it to her with a kiss on the cheek. "To my best behaved wife..." He smiled as he praised her. Inside was a beautiful choker with the finest diamonds glistening like stars. "Try it on for me..." He said as he helped to put it on before trailing loving kisses on her neck. He then returned to his throne and lounged in it. She would know better to sit in his lap like a good pet and listen carefully. "Arlayna will be staying in the dungeons for a week. Bring her clothes and visit her once a day. Just once. No coddling her either. I want her to learn her lesson. Her freedom is mine and i can snatch it away if i please. If she behaves then she will be rewarded with it. But i will not tolerate her defiance. You better teach this northern girl the same lesson by warning her this is the consequence of trying to even speak of escaping." He looked at her sternly but felt her thighs with one hand as the other held her waist.

"A gift?" She asked, curious to find out what he had gotten her this time. She took the box from his hands and opened it, peering inside at the contents and couldn't stop the smile from blooming on her lips. "Oh, it's beautiful. I love it," She said, genuinely loving it. She allowed him to help put it on her, touching her fingers to it. "Thank you kindly, my husband." She then moved to sit on his lap obediently, draping one arm around his neck and moving to kiss his cheek while she waited for him to explain what had happened to Arlayna. "Oh, I see." She felt sad, knowing that Arlayna hated it in the dungeons. "I did warn her as I warned the new girl. I don't know if the northern human will listen, though. The northern folk are proud, stubborn people. I fear that she will be more defiant than Arlayna. Her name is Martah, by the way. Husband, is it wise to take from the humans? You know how easily they go to war. Now, I'm not questioning your authority, I just worry for our people." She frowned, hating the idea of war.