Retribution [LoTR] [FxFxF, OrcxElf, Noncon]✔

Chapter 10

[Trigger Warning: The following chapter contains very dark content: Death, blood, sexual situations with the element of death.]

Adrenaline flooded Lorelei's body, replacing pain and dread with a renewed sense of purpose. Driven purely by instinct she grabbed the knife that was sheathed on Bolg's hip, the very same knife that had been used to deform a part of her body. As much as Lorelei would have liked to torture the orc the way that he had tortured her for gods knows how long, she knew that if she didn't act without hesitation she would lose the upper-hand, and her life or her freedom as she knew it would be absolutely forfeit.

Later she wouldn't be able to remember the exactly sequence of events, only the rush of blood that sprayed from the orc's throat as his own knife ripped through his tough flesh, gashing so deeply that it would have taken a smaller orcs head completely off. Where she had found the strength to do so much damage, she hadn't a clue. It was as though all of the pain and anguish was instantly converted into a raging fury that drove her, reminding her that she was a warrior, not a victim.

The knife was still firm in her grip even after Bolg stumbled to the ground, blood gurgling from the gashing hole in his throat as he tried to speak or make some kind of sound in his last moments of life, both hands desperately trying to plug the wound even in his last dying moment, but it was too late, it was over, and Lorelei had survived. Her rage was far from satisfied though. After years of planning and dreaming about her perfect revenge, she was filled with hatred and rage now that it was done. She had always thought that this would bring her absolution, and yet now her mind was filled with more darkness than ever before, perhaps due to the brutal cost of her revenge.

Her anger drove her as she gripped the knife tightly with both hands, letting out a scream that could only be described as a battle-cry, her body lunging forward onto the the fallen orc, driving the knife deep into his chest only to pull it out again, his blood spraying out as she drove it into his heart. She stabbed his corpse over and over again, disfiguring every part of him from his face down to his disgusting penis. The elf let out a laughter that was downright manic before she started sawing on his genitals, ripping the retched girth off with a furious pleasure. By the time she was tired of stabbing him Lorelei was covered from head to toe with the black oily blood of orc, covered in so much dirt, blood, and filthy orc semen that she didn't even resemble any sort of elf in that moment. In that moment, she was a beast, as cruel and as brutal as the bastard underneath her.

Lorelei was absolutely high on the pleasure of destroying her attackers body, even if his soul was no longer in it. The knife fell to the ground beside her from where she sat atop the animal's abdomen. A sick, nearly demonic laugh overtook her as she picked up his severed cock and shoved it into his mouth, pushing it down deep until the head was protruding from the gash in his throat. Lorelei grinned widely at her handiwork, enjoying herself so completely that her pussy started to get wet again, and before she realized what she was doing the now demented elf had her fingers in her own cunt, moaning as she fingered herself on top of the corpse of her enemy, lucubrated with her own wetness and the orc blood that covered absolutely everything in the area.

The elf laughed gleefully as she pleasured herself, moaning and rocking her hips, her thumb caressing her own clit as she celebrated her kill.

"How does that cock taste now, fucking maggot..." She hissed, tilting her head back and crying out in pleasure as she brought herself to orgasm, gasping and trembling as she slowly started to come down from the high that she was on.

Exhausted, the elf rolled off of the disgusting corpse, the stench invading her nostrils. Naked and covered in blood Lorelei pulled herself off the ground, grunting as the pain started to come back to the front of her mind. The only thing left for her to do was to descend from the mountain, though where she would go from there, she did not know. Her mission finally won, she was without purpose, her body broken, and her mind still haunted by pain and rage. Regardless, she marched forward. She would find a new purpose, a new enemy in which to focus the rage that still boiled in her veins.