For a long time now I've had fantasies about something and I want to be a writefag about it, so here goes.
His heart was beating like a drum. For the past twenty minutes his village had been under assault by humans. Dressed in furs and pelts, wild and somewhat unclean, these amazon-like women were slaughtering everyone they could find and setting fire to people's homes. This elf was lucky though, he hadn't been killed yet. He was under a bed, safe and sound. At the same time though, he felt regret for not being able to stop them.
But an ashen smell came from within the house. It was on fire! He watched it slowly creep around the inside of the tree he lived in. There was no chance to hide anymore... it was either being burned alive or facing the barbarians outside. So, he chose the latter, climbing out from under his bed and running out of the door before it caught aflame too.
The forest seemed darker and more sinister that day. Some corpses of elves he knew were on the ground, bleeding, but those were the ones that put up a serious fight. Spears and bows lay in their hands, cracked or broken. They lay in slight pools of blood.
He looked up, his chest shaking, his mind in a whirl, and he saw what was really happening to most of the elves. They were being raped. The barbarian women were lighting the tree houses aflame so that the people inside would rush out, then they would catch them and begin fucking them. One woman had just finished being fucked, cum spilling from her ass and onto the ground. She fell onto the grass, gurgling in pleasure and pain.
"Look, there's another one," a tall redheaded amazon laughed, pointing at the scared little elf. This frightened him so much that he ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction. Through the woods he went, not caring if his bare feet touched stones or tree roots, ignoring branches that were in his way.
Eventually he could run no more, but it wasn't enough to be far from an amazon. Most of them were far away, but this one had just came to the village, looking for fresh meat. She saw the little elf. An erection rose in her pants.
"Come here, baby," he called out in a sultry voice. Her disheveled blonde hair was cut just above her shoulders. She had breasts as big as pumpkins that were barely covered by furs. Her skin was pale, but marked with scars and muscles and dirt. In her hands was an unbloodied battle axe, which she dropped on the ground a
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