The forest was shrouded in a thick, misty darkness, the full moon barely piercing the dense canopy above. Among the trees stood a figure, tall and menacing, her hulking frame illuminated only by the occasional beam of moonlight. This was Gorgo, a powerful orc woman, known for her strength and brutality.
As she stalked through the forest, her keen senses picked up on the faintest of sounds. A rustle, a whimper, the rapid beating of a tiny heart. She followed the noise, her grin growing wider with each step.
There, hidden behind a bush, was a small, quivering elf boy. His wide, terrified eyes stared up at her, pleading for mercy. Gorgo's grin widened further, revealing her sharp, jagged teeth.
"Well, well, well," she rumbled, her deep voice echoing through the forest. "What do we have here?"
The elf boy trembled, his whole body shaking with fear. "Please, don't hurt me," he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Gorgo laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to come from the very depths of her being. "Oh, I'm not going to hurt you, little elf. I'm going to play with you."
Before the boy could even react, Gorgo lunged. Her powerful arms wrapped around his tiny frame, pinning him to the ground. The elf boy struggled, his small fists beating against her muscular arms, but it was no use. He was no match for her strength.
Gorgo began to pummel him, her fists coming down hard on his soft, fragile body. With each punch, the elf boy cried out in pain, his cries echoing through the forest. But Gorgo didn't stop. She reveled in the feeling of his flesh giving way under her blows, her arousal growing with each strike.
Finally, the elf boy was still. His body was broken, bruised, and battered. Gorgo lifted him into the air, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. She felt a surge of pleasure as she cut off his air supply, her muscles straining as she felt his neck snap.
The elf boy's body went limp in her arms, his skull cracked open. Gorgo looked down at him, her heart racing with excitement. She could feel the warm blood on her hands, and it only made her more aroused.
Suddenly, she heard a rustling in the bushes. She turned to see an elf girl, her eyes wide with fear. Gorgo grinned, her teeth gleaming in the moonlight.
"You can go," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I only hurt elf boys. They're so much more... fun."
The elf girl nodded, her body shaking with fear as she ran away. Gorgo watched her go, already thinking about her next prey. She licked the elf boy's blood off her hands, savoring the taste.
"Delicious," she murmured, her mind already planning her next move.
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