Fan Fiction ❯ Thalien ❯ 1 ( Chapter 1 )

He failed his people, his country, and his duty. The only solace he had was knowledge that the fight had been hopeless to begin with.

The warrior caste had tried to warn them, tried to get the nobles to accept that their race was on the brink of disaster. The humans had advanced to the southern borders and were bringing enough in the way of siege engines, war-dragons, and battlemags to lay even the walls of their capital low. Some of the wealthiest and wisest evacuated them, but many families put faith in their ancient magics. Crude combat training hastily began, and young men and women were placed on the walls with swords and spears.

Still, the elves of the deep forest had completely underestimated their foe. The walls broke after two fortnights of miserable siege, and then the furious humans stormed into the city with their dragons to vent their rage on the city. Thalien, like many other ill-trained troops, had found themselves abandoned by their officers and incapable of understanding what to do.

Ultimately, Thalien's brigade had broken and ran, scattering in all directions. Thalien was unable to make his way back to his family's great house by fire. He had thought to climb to the top of a taller building and try to find a way around the fire over his city's rooftops.

Instead, he was cornered by a group of human warriors who had advanced from a sidestreet. The humans had heavy, muscular bodies, draped in heavier steel plate than most males of Thalien's race could comfortably wear. Their faces were bearded or stubbly, their movements powerful.

Thalien looked young by the standards of his race, who aged so slowly that a noble elder of a thousand years would have only a few more fine lines in his face than a junior born a mere fifty years ago. He was as tall as the human males but his light chain mail and leather armor would offer no resistance to their heavy broadswords. Similarly, he knew the enchantments on his longsword would not be enough to bite through their heavy steel plate.

When Thalien saw the soldiers, there was a moment of silence. The humans could know as well as he did that he was alone, cornered, no threat. They waited, blades at the ready, to see what he would do. Thalien held his blade up in the ready position he had learned only weeks ago, but his arms lacked conviction. After a moment, the point of the blade began to droop; then he dropped both his sword and shield-arm. Fighting was pointless; the humans would do whatever they would do to him.

"Is it surrendering?" One of the males whispered. He was the swarthiest of the group, with short dark hair and stubble dotting his strong chin.

His commander, a shorter, older man with a soft brown goatee, nodded. "I believe so. I would, if I was..." the man trailed off. He had no idea what the elf's gender would be at a glance; the females tended to have slight, flat chests, while their males would have features as fine and elegant as the women's. In the heat and violence of the battle, the difference had come to mean little to the human soldiers.

A third human took a step forward, a grin crossing his face. "If it puts the sword down, it's mine."

"Yours!" another soldier shouted indignantly. "Bastard, you'll share."

The commander scowled slightly, but knew his men had full rights to the spoils of battle. "This area's secure, do as you will. Remember the rules of war." If the elf attempted to raise a hand against its captors, it would be slain as an enemy; but if it surrendered and capitulated, it would live on under its new masters' guidance. To enslave one of the unaging races was a bold step, but the gamble had paid off. If their soldiers were so weak and quick to surrender, then the elven race was indeed ripe for the taking.

Thalien had no idea what thoughts went through the humans minds', or what they said to each other. He could only tell that he was drastically outnumbered, but that the enemy soldiers did not seem ready to kill him outright. He knelt to the ground and slowly set aside his shield and sword, then stood up and raised his hands.

He watched a human with bright red hair and strong, unpleasant face sheathe his sword, then say something to the other males. There was arguing back and forth, some laughter, and then he watched as a few males begin to start removing their armor. They were dressed in rough leather and thick wool tunics underneath, the clothes thick with the musky smell of old sweat.

One of the humans approached him and gestured toward his helmet. Thalien paused, then removed it from his head as he thought the humans wanted. The human soldier smiled, then removed one of his gloves. Thalien did the same, but began to wonder where this odd human ritual was going.

A shout rose up from the other humans around him, and then suddenly thick, heavy human bodies crowded around him. Thalien let out a cry of distress as they pulled his feet from under him and bore him to the ground, his honey-yellow hair spreading around him. Human bodies blocked the light out over him, and human hands were all over him: pawing at his hair, stroking his face, grabbing his limbs. He tried to struggle upwards.

An instant later, the wind was knocked from him as a solder pinned him to the ground by straddling his chest. The soldier had removed his leggings, and a thick, animal-like penis flopped onto the center of Thalien's leathers. It had the firmness of arousal behind it. Thalien went still and stared in shock.

"You fat idiot, I wanted to get her shirt off!" One of the soldiers shouted at him.

The heavy man pinning Thalien down laughed. "Y'don't know it's a lady! But fuck with it a bit first, and you'll not care either." The man winked, lewdly. "Not like it matters with the long-ears, eh?"

Another round of bawdy laughter rose up from the crowd, and Thalien could see more men removing their leggings out of the corner of his eyes. His mind was paralyzed with terror. Was this how the humans expected him to win his life back from them?

It seemed so. Thalien's ability to look at faces faded as the humans crowded so thickly about him that he could see nothing but their hips and animal cocks, all exposed and in varying stages of erection. One human crouched near his left, bare knees on the wooden floor, and seized Thalien's bare hand in his own. Thalien felt it pressed against the base of the human's erection, the skin soft while the flesh was hard.

Thalien knew what was expected of him. Coupling among the elves was a careful, elaborately social interaction, and gender mattered only to the rare alliance that was meant to result in children. Thalien had been with some males his own age before, but the sex itself had not been so shameless of this. Perhaps sexual submission was merely a surrender ritual for the humans.

Thalien closed his hand around the anonymous human's shaft and stroked it once, gently, up and down. Excited chatter exploded from the humans around him, and he felt hands dig into his hair and tilt his head to the right. Another human cock was lowered before him, angled toward his mouth. Thalien felt brief revulsion, but knew on some level that protest would only endanger his life. He obediently opened his mouth, while his hand stroked the other soldier's cock. He could feel the other soldier's hand wrap around his, making him stroke more quickly, as he pressed his lips around this soldier's cock.

Human cocks felt thicker and meatier to him than elven ones. He had some difficulty taking this one very deeply into his mouth, a trouble exacerbated by the awkward angle. The human grabbed his hair and began to force it more deeply into him. Thalien tried to suppress his gag reflex, and was dimly aware of more noise from the humans as he grew accustomed to the cock in his mouth. The soldier at his mouth was much like the one at his hand, excited and aggressive. Thalien hardly had the chance to suck before the soldier was starting to move his hips back and forward, fucking his mouth.

The only sensations Thalien was distinctly aware of were his full mouth and his hand. Beyond that he could only feel waves of hot human bodies press against him, hear guttural grunts and ecstatic moans. He had closed his eyes, since otherwise he could see little but human pubic hair, but he opened them when he felt the human in his mouth pull away from him. He watched the human grab his own cock and jerk it a few final times as he groaned in ecstacy. The human's semen splattered against Thalien's tunic and face, making him wince. He became aware of the human on his chest taking deep breaths, as of one coming down from an orgasm, and could see a trail of semen dribbling down his tunic and toward his neck. A few seconds later and his hand became wet, from more human seed flowing over it.

A sort of sickness welled up in Thalien's stomach as he saw more humans begin to press in at him while the ones he originally serviced dissolved into the crowd. This was no surrender ritual, the humans clearly using him for sport. He could tell that he would be expected to satisfy all the ones pressed around him, and might be killed if he tried to resist. He had no idea exactly how many humans were there, or what they might expect them to do.

Slowly, and horribly, Thalien realized that this must be going on all over the city, happening to whoever was unlucky enough to be trapped in the city while the humans looted it. Thalien now knew himself for a coward; that's why he had given himself over to the humans so quickly when they threatened him. Not all elves would give up so easily, and for them the human conquering would probably be much worse.

On some level Thalien wondered if perhaps he would've done better to try and fight the humans, to let himself die honorably. He also knew it was far too late for him to try and entertain thoughts like that. He had picked the coward's way and now his future was entirely in the hands of this groaning, grasping humans. Thalien felt another cock pressed against his lips, while his right hand glove was pulled off so both of his hands could service a human cock. He let his mind drift away as he fell into the empty, hot repetition of satisfying the humans. He knew what he did would mean little; it was victory that the humans were spilling onto his face and hair as they grunted with release.

For Thalien, the human invaders, and the elves of the fallen city of Salthessen, this was only the beginning of a great and sordid chapter in their history.