Chapter 465: Detour into Trouble

I followed the Ogres.

Why?

Well... why not? I was bored, horny, frustrated, and in desperate need of a good fuck or fight. And these three ugly motherfuckers were the perfect punching bags to let off some steam.

They were clumsy and loud, snapping branches and trampling bushes as they moved through the forest with the subtlety of a landslide. Their grunts and snorts were a constant, annoying sound to my stealthy pursuit.

I had to give it to them; they were surprisingly fast for their size, and their sense of smell was top-notch. They kept sniffing the air, their little piggy eyes narrowing as they tried to pick up a scent.

I stayed downwind, of course. I wasn't an amateur. Moreover, with the Mask of Silence, they couldn't sense my divine aura or any aura for that matter. To them, I was just another part of the forest.

They must see me with their eyes to find me.

[What is your plan, Morgana?] Herma asked, her tone laced with a hint of concern. [You are currently in disguise, and a direct confrontation could expose your identity.]

"My plan?" I chuckled. "My plan is to have some fun. To stretch my legs. To remind myself that I'm not just a pretty face and a big dick."

[You need to reach the elven capital. This is a deviation.]

"It's called a 'detour,' Herma. A little bit of R&R before the main event. Besides, who knows? Maybe I'll find some elven damsel in distress that these 'ugly motherfuckers' have captured. Then I can be the hero and get a 'reward.'"

[I find that scenario... highly unlikely.]

"You never know," I sang, my mind already racing with possibilities. "Life is full of surprises."

...

Ten minutes later, in a dark cave.

"..."

[...]

"Aah..."

[Tell me, Morgana... did you...] Herma paused for a moment before continuing [...did you by any chance fucked the goddess of luck?]

"..."

I stared at the scene before me, my jaw hanging open in disbelief.

An elven maiden.

And she was in distress.

A very, very hot elven maiden.

She had long, silver hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of moonlight, her skin was light-greyish but still flawless, her eyes were the color of amethysts, and her figure was... well, let's just say that she was built for sin.

A dark elf.

A fucking dark elf.

And she was chained to the cave wall. Her clothes were in tatters, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her smooth, grey skin and a pair of perky, dark nipples.

"I take it back, Herma. I am a goddamn prophet," I whispered, my eyes practically bulging out of my head as I stared at the silver-haired beauty. "I should start a religion. Oh, wait, I already have one. And the first commandment is: Morgana is always right."

[Your 'prophecy' was a statistical improbability fueled by a one-track mind,] Herma replied, though I could swear I heard a hint of a digital sigh. [However, the Dark Elf's heart rate is elevated. She is exhausted and likely dehydrated. If you intend to 'interrogate' her, I suggest doing so before she expires or becomes an Ogre's dinner.]

"Shut up and let me enjoy the moment," I shot back mentally, my eyes drinking in every inch of the dark elf's curves. Her torn outfit barely clung to her body, a thin strip of fabric covering just enough to make my imagination run wild.

The three Ogres were busy near a crude fire pit at the center of the cave, arguing in their guttural language. One was sharpening a rusted axe on a stone, the sound a grating skree-skree that made my sensitive new ears twitch. The other two were poking at a pile of bones, probably debating whether to roast her or save her for... well, Ogre things.

The dark elf was chained on the left side of the cave entrance, and on the right side, three horses were tied to a post, likely hers.

"Gruk! Pretty elf. Good meat. We eat, or we play?" one of the ogres growled, its jagged teeth bared in a grotesque attempt at a smile. Its voice was like gravel scraping against stone, and it made my skin crawl.

"No eat! Play first!" another barked, slamming its massive axe into the cave floor with a resounding thud. "Break elf. Make scream."

The third ogre just grunted, scratching its stone-like skin with a meaty hand, clearly not caring either way as long as it got to smash something.

"Ugh, these fuckers are disgusting," I muttered under my breath, crouching in the shadows just outside the cave entrance. "But they've got good taste. That elf is a goddamn snack."

[Your priorities remain as predictable as ever, Morgana.] Herma's tone was flat, but I ignored her. My mind was already racing with plans—both heroic and filthy.

Mostly filthy.

"Alright, darling, let's save the day," I whispered to myself, cracking my knuckles. "And then you can thank me properly."

I stood up, my leather pants groaning under the strain of my excitement. It was time to show these walking piles of rubble why you don't touch a Goddess's future plaything.

I didn't sneak. I didn't hide. I strode into the cave like I owned the place, my hips swaying and my tits bouncing with each confident step. The Ogres' grunting ceased instantly. Three pairs of beady black eyes locked onto me.

"Yo, boulder-brains!" I shouted, my voice echoing with a layer of divine authority I usually saved for scolding Herma. "I hope you bastards have health insurance, because the 'Goddess of Bad Decisions' just arrived, and she's feeling particularly violent today."

I put one hand on my hip and used the other to pat the prominent bulge in my pants. "And trust me, the 'bad decisions' part is all on you."

The three Ogres froze. Their tiny, beady eyes blinked in unison, trying to process the sight of a lone, curvaceous "elf" standing there with a smirk that promised nothing but pain.

"Elf? Alone?" the largest one grunted, dropping his whetstone. He stood up, towering over me, his foul breath reaching me even from ten paces away. "Small meat. Gruk smash first, then eat."

"Smash? Honey, you couldn't even smash a grape without tripping over your own dick," I retorted, wagging a finger at him.

The Dark Elf gasped, her amethyst eyes wide as she looked at me. I gave her a quick wink, letting my gaze linger on her tattered bodice just long enough to let her know she was next on my 'to-do' list.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, I caught something in the corner of my eye heading my way.

One of the ogres threw something.

A metal shackle? A spare one?

It was fast. Fast enough to hit me if I were a normal mortal.

But I'm not a normal mortal.

I didn't even flinch.

I just raised my hand and caught it.

"NO! DON'T!" the dark elf screamed as she saw me catch the shackle. "IT'S A CURS—!"

But she was too late.

The shackle snapped shut around my wrist with a loud 'click'.

And then...

BOOF!

I dropped face-first on the ground like a sack of potatoes.

"What... the... fuck..." I grunted, my face pressed into the dirt. My limbs felt heavy. Incredibly heavy. I tried to push myself up, but my arms wouldn't obey. It was like I was trapped under a mountain.

Moreover, my mana was... gone. Completely gone. I couldn't feel a single spark of it.

"BWAHAHAHAHA!" The ogres roared with laughter, a sound like rocks grinding together. "Elf dumb! Elf weak!"

[I told you this was a deviation, Morgana,] Herma's dry voice chimed in my mind. [That shackle is not mere iron. It's a Null-Cuff, designed to sever a magic-user's connection to their mana pool. It appears to be quite effective, even on your... unique biology.]

"Fuck off... Herma," I managed to gasp out, my cheek grinding against the gritty cave floor. "You could have told me a little bit sooner!"

[You were too busy admiring the 'snack' to listen to my warnings,] she replied, the digital equivalent of a shrug in her tone.

"Grunk, get other cuff! Chain pretty elves together!" the largest ogre bellowed, lumbering toward me.

"Oh... shit," I mumbled, my mind racing.

This was... unexpected. Annoying. But not catastrophic.

...

A minute later.

"..."

"..."

"Aah~... ahem... Hello again," I said with a sheepish grin.

I was now chained to the Dark Elf, face to face. Our bodies were pressed against each other, my big tits squashed against her small, perky ones, and my 'holy spear' was currently having a very intimate conversation with her stomach.

The ogres had stripped me of my gear, leaving me in just my tight leather pants. My shirt was gone, my boots were gone, and my dignity was... well, it was never there to begin with.

"Are you... insane?" the dark elf hissed, her amethyst eyes wide with a mix of shock, fear, and... rage. "You walked in here... alone! And you let them put that cuff on you!"

"Insane? Me? Never," I purred, a slow, predatory grin spreading across my face despite my current predicament. "I'm just... spontaneous. And I have a feeling this is going to get a lot more interesting."

I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, a frantic, wild rhythm that was both intoxicating and... arousing.

"They are going to eat us, you fool," she whispered, her breath warm against my skin. "Or worse... they are going to 'play' with us."

"I know," I whispered back, my lips brushing against her ear. "But I have a plan. A very, very naughty plan. And you, my dear, are a key part of it."

"What plan?!" I could feel her shiver, and it wasn't from the cold. "We can't use magic! We are as weak as a kitten!"

"Who said anything about magic?" I whispered, my voice a low, seductive murmur. "Sometimes, the best way to solve a problem is with... brute force."

"Brute force?" the Dark Elf hissed, her silver hair tickling my nose. "Are you thick between the ears as well as... wherever else? These are Ogres! Without magic, they'll snap your 'brute force' like a twig!"

"Oh, honey, don't worry," I chuckled, my breath hitching as her thigh brushed against my bulge. Even without mana, the friction was doing wonders for my mood. "There are other kinds of strength. And trust me... I'm packing plenty of it."

"Ugh..." She squirmed, trying to create space between our bodies, but the chains were unforgiving. Her cheeks flushed a deep, beautiful shade of violet.

"Anyway, listen to me. I can get you out of this, but on one condition," I said, my voice dropping to a serious tone. "You owe me a big fuck time. A very, very big fuck time."

"What...?!" Her eyes widened in disbelief. "You want to... to 'fuck' me?! In exchange for my life?! You are... You are... impossible! We are going to die, and all you can think about is... is that!"

"Hey! A deal's a deal," I said with a shrug. "A big fuck, a small fuck, a medium fuck, I'm not picky. And let's be honest, it's a win-win. You get to live, and I get to taste your pussy."

She was speechless. Her amethyst eyes were wide, her mouth slightly agape. She was probably trying to process the sheer audacity of my proposal, and frankly, so was I. It was, even for me, a bit... much.

But I was horny, and I was desperate.

"So what's it gonna be?" I pressed, my lips brushing against her ear. "Life with a mind-blowing orgasm, or death as Ogre chow? Choose wisely, my dear."

"Go and fuck yourself."

"Hehe~... oh, I already did," I chuckled, my hips bucking forward just enough to make my point. "And soon, you will be joining me."

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