The Lost Lovers

By Molag Val

When the handsome elven ranger Aelith first meets the gruff orc warrior Kranch, they seem anything but alike. As their fates cross, they both realize they have more in common than they thought and face tragedies from their past that have current implications. The sinister demons from the foreboding mountains close in as Aelith and Kranch must resist their powerful affections for each other and discover the threats lurking within the trapped elven village. Duty trumps all, even love, but not if the sinister warlock Yeowyn has anything to say about it and he's brought along some very unusual ogre friends!

A full gay fantasy erotic novella in the Orcs and Elves universe!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Molag Val
• Release date: Nov 19, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005927684

Molag Val

Molag Val always had an interest in fantasy and horror but wished it was far gayer and with more mpreg!With a strong focus on telling a great story, building a believable world and interesting characters, these are definitely a different 'breed' of mpreg books.Subscribe to author alerts here to get notified about the latest releases! You won't want to miss these erotic, exciting, exclusive mpreg tales.

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(copyright Molag Val 2021, all resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. All characters depicted are over 18.)

The Lost Lovers

by Molag Val

Chapter List

The Lover's Dream

The Lustful Longing

The Lost and Found

The Lover's Dream

On the floor of the forest, a wood elf winced and writhed under the grips of a nightmare he'd been having for the last week. His red hair was askew, his ranger's uniform disheveled from rough traveling.

Run Aelith! his wife had said, as the giant fiend had grasped her, you must lead our people to safety! Only you can do so!

The loveliest and most skilled of all the elven archers, his beautiful wife Lucinda was in the grasp of a monstrous, hideous demonic giant. She met its eyes without fear, took a dagger from her belt and...Aelith had fled. He knew what she would do to keep her mind and will her own. She would not be a slave to the demons, she'd rather be dead and die as a highborn elven noble by her own hand.

Into the woods he had gone, it was the only place he knew better than his wife, as he had grown up a wood elf frolicking in the forest. Rushing through the trees with tears in his eyes, he came upon a softly glowing light. His nightmare became broken, fractured, and the rest of the world fell away like petals on the wind.

There standing before him was a supremely beautiful man, blond and pale just as his high elf wife had been. His skin glowed and his eyes were a strange golden color, Aelith trembled observing him. He seemed uncanny enough to be some kind of deity.

Do you wish to do your duty, the beautiful blond said, to your people?

Sometimes the ancestors of elves long passed from the world visited their people and imparted wisdom when it was most needed, Aelith couldn't help but wonder if that's what he was seeing now.

Of course, Aelith said, but how am I supposed to go on?

The beautiful man rose to his feet, his delicate white robes flowing around him like gossamer.

The old ways must be understood, the beautiful elf said, to save yourselves.

What old ways, Aelith said, baffled, I don't understand!

See, then, the beautiful man said, witness what has transpired in the past and what will be again.

In the distance Aelith could see a gathering of orcs and elves as ghostly forms, the elves tall and blond and beautiful as they had been during that age and the orcs dressed in their most dramatic wartime finery. He was certain the orcs were about to commit some violence against the elves as they rushed towards the beautiful elven men. Instead, the orcs picked them up and slung them over their shoulders while the elves seemed to find it amusing and laughed, kicking their slim legs.

In a great group in a beautiful woodland shelter the elves were held by the orc men tenderly, as if they were devoted to them in some way. Then the elven men were stripped with such directness many of them were blushing. The orcs fell on them, gently pushing them to the ground and climbing on top of their beautiful, slim, elven forms.

It was then that Aelith could discern what exactly was happening, the elves were being mounted by lustful orc warriors. It was frightening to witness but also unbearably arousing.

See the past, the beautiful elven ancestor whispered into his ear, these men have given themselves to a great cause, the protection of their people.

The orcs engorged members were so large it almost seemed impossible they could penetrate such lithe bodies. But the large tips soon pressed against the elves swollen weeping orifices and invaded their insides, while the elves writhed and moaned in delight.

Aelith wasn't sure whether to be offended or aroused, the image was so unfamiliar and strange that he couldn't stop looking at it. He'd known about love between men but love between orcs and elves was a novel concept.

The enormous orc balls were pressed against an elf's tender backside, and the spurting of semen inside of them seemed to set off squeals of delight. Aelith felt the stirring of passion inside of him, he wanted to join the orgy.

Then do so, the elven ancestor whispered to him, find your beloved.

Aelith began to tremble, he stepped away from his sheltered tree and began to wander in the midst of the group. He could see elven holes being plundered by massive orc cocks, and see the great dribbles of semen on the ground oozing as the orcs filled their lovers with so much it spilled out.

Strangely, from the darkness of a forest a shape began to take form. An orc in the distance who was very large, with a bald head and great silver rings in his ears. Oddly enough his ears were pointed instead of blunt like most orcs and he seemed to observe the love scene with some wistful longing instead of a brutal lust. Aelith flushed all over, his dream self knew this was the orc he had been looking for.

You, the orc said, eyes widening, are who I've been looking for.

The orc grasped Aelith's hand and while he had never for one moment thought of making love with a man, it had simply not been his taste, he knew that if the orc made love to him he would belong to him forever.

On the softness of the forest floor Aelith reclined and spread his pale, elven legs. The orc pressed their lips together, his tongue forcing its way inside of his mouth. Then Aelith felt the tip of his enormous cock pressing against his hole, in only a moment he would belong to the orc as his precious bride. Aelith arched his back, trembling waiting for that moment of penetration, he longed for it like nothing he'd ever wanted before. Just as he felt the enormous head begin to breach his inside, he snapped awake.

Panting and sweating, Aelith woke up panicked on the forest floor. He had been left to slumber for quite a long time, the erotic charge of his dream quickly faded as he scrambled upright. The archers were keeping watch, the night before had been long.

Are you ready? the handsome Regia asked him.

He was the second in command, under Aelith himself.

For wha-? Aelith stumbled, still rather flushed, Oh, you let me sleep.

You were exhausted, Regia said.

The forest was quiet and dark still, the early morning light not even arrived. A soft wind blew from the trees making Aelith shiver slightly. Dreams were strange and filled with nightmarish fantasies, this he knew. He tried to put it behind him as much as he could.

I'll do the survey myself, Aelith said, once I'm refreshed. Then if all is well, we'll move out with the villagers.

Understood, Regia said.

In the deep woods the archer Aelith made a quick scan of his surroundings. Their path was clear once they were beyond the forest, all the way down the craggy mountainside into the valley. There the ancient remains of a town that hadn't been occupied in thousands of years was waiting for them, their only secret refuge from the demons that had destroyed their village.

The whole trail has been safe guarded by our archers, Aelith said, let the magistrate know it's safe to proceed.

The tall and handsome Regia nodded his head.

Yes, general, he said.

The pang that ripped through Aelith's chest caught him by surprise and his expression must have faltered.

I'm so sorry general, Regia said, I understand how difficult that title must be.

We must press on, Aelith said, no matter what. The survivors of Grindia depend on it.

I agree, Regia said, but if you need anything at all, just ask.

The gentle grasp of his shoulder was almost too much to bear. Aelith hadn't wanted to become the new general but the demons had been merciless in their attack. His wife, High General Lucinda had been killed along with vast numbers of high ranking