/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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>soldier anon is taken captive by an elven mercenary after a skirmish, and leaves the battlefield in chains
>she's more than a little rough with him, and his binds chafe
>his armor is replaced with rags, and filth cakes most of his body from the days on the road, sleeping on bare ground
>finally his captor relents as he's brought into the elven encampment and placed in the jail pen
>the iron binds on his wrists are released, but he's collared to a pole in the middle of camp
>a handful of elven troops, the warriors in tight leather and the mages in sheer silk, start to quietly observe him over the next few days
>he's brought meals of succulent, fragrantly seasoned meat, and the elves on the sidelines grimace visibly each time he eats
>"The man-beast, it tears fauna-kin's flesh with its teeth..." one mage in loose robes mutters, shivering
>"His face-locks grown rough and his eyes so fierce, so dangerous and wild... such a fiend." an archer in strapped leathers speaks past her hand, raised to her mouth in horror as she goes bright red
>"What a terrifying conqueror, such a monstrous foe... the blood chills at the thought of battle with such a savage thing!" one of the scholars has to wipe the fog from her glasses as she scribbles notes
>there's a silence, though, as everyone stops chattering and looks at something behind him
>certain it's the headsman's axe, the ragged soldier bows his head and takes his death like a man
>only to hear a loud 'CLANK' as the iron ring holding his leash to the pole is broken
>the mercenary who captured him is standing behind the pole with a hammer in one hand, and the end of his leash in the other
>"the man-beast has been driven to his limits, and the sacred drug administered" she says, just as anon begins to feel a terrible heat spread through his abdomen
>he can smell hundreds of unique scents, a different blend of sweat, herbs and fruit for each elf
>his bloodshot eyes flick wildly from one elf's breasts in translucent silk, to another's leatherbound ass, to a different elf's trembling thighs
>anon is panting heavily and frothing at the mouth, completely overcome with some inhuman lust
>that was no ordinary meat
>"Now, sisters..." she walks up to anon's back, cinches his collar tight, then unclips it. "It is time to enjoy the pleasures of the summer hunt!" the moment her sentence ends, she vanishes in a puff of elfen-mist and joins the crowd
>the whole crowd cheers, and pandemonium ensues
>most run away giggling incessantly, with some dropping articles of clothing as they run
>some stay closer and begin stripping with shaking hands and quivering lips, a few even slicking themselves with oil
>many start shouting obscenities and jeers, taunting him into a good chase
>"Come and catch me, you filthy, dirty man! I do yoga~!" laughs one wood elf priestess
>"Surely you want to taint yourself with me, beast. I'll sin with you until god casts us both into inferno!" a dark elf growls, ripping the black leather off of her body like it's paper
>"Give me your half-breed babies, male-thing! Knock me up with inferior heirs and make me your sow!" moans a high elf, already on the ground pleasuring herself
>anon starts blindly sprinting for whatever's nearest, seeing too much red to be picky
>he's shoulder-checked to the ground from the side, and the entirety of a person's weight slams down on his exposed chest
>"I-I LIKE 'EM RUGGED!" screams the matronly red-haired elf on his chest, stroking his dirty face with shaking hands. "I WANNA FUCK IN THE STYLE OF THE DOGS!"
>after three days and three nights of the frenzied hunt, anon awakes to many hands cleaning and trimming him
>three day-wives and three night-wives lay with him in their tent, all of them flushed with afterglow, all of them enamored with him and pressed close
>the redhead who first tasted of him climbs onto his chest and lays down, her head on his chin
>"What a terrible monster you are, dearest. What a terrible, wonderful, filthy thing you've done to all of us elves." she kisses him, and two of the others pout audibly. "You owe us at least two children each for your transgressions, you st- you brute."

>"Do what you must, you brute!"
"Look lady, I just need directions to the interstate."