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It was called the World Theater, and Ava would never have gotten in on her own.

However, wearing a slinky black dress that shimmered with diamonds like the night sky, showing off her every aching curve as she hung off Rorg’s arm, she got in quite nicely.

Rorg was certainly enjoying how the elf clung to him, feeling the shocked eyes of noblemen and ladies alike.

Part of why he kept this box was relishing the stunned, aghast stares of the human upper crust, shocked that their realm of pageantry was invaded by the barbarous orc.

But none dared turn him away.

Rorg liked that about money.

A sack of it opened many doors, even if you had to use it to beat the doorman first.

And having a lovely, ageless elf on his arm was just icing on the cake.

"Gosh! You’d think they’d never seen an elf before," Ava giggled as she smiled at a mustached man in the lobby, who hastily flushed and was pulled away by the immense figure of his wife.

"Imagine that," Rorg said as he signalled a footman.

Instantly he was shown to the private passage, up a set of winding stairs lit with the warm glow of lamps.

Rorg dismissed him once they reached his box, overlooking the theatre’s palatial interior and curtained stage.

He took a seat in his chair, allowing Ava to settle in her own beside him.

Ava leaned forward eagerly as the orchestra began to warm up, the curtains peeling back.

Music began to grow, the backdrops shimmering, conjured by magic to form a windswept shore of hard rocks, waves splashing soundlessly as if summoned by the orchestra.

And onto the stage stepped the Queen of Dawn.

Ava gasped at the sight of the woman.

She wore a gown that draped her, so sheer her figure moved as a shadow underneath.

Around her neck was a necklace set with a brilliant blue stone, and on her face was a mask that flared around her head like a crown of glittering coral.

Her smile lit up the room, her hand came to rest on her chest.

And then, she began to sing.

Ava had known singers.

Elves celebrated every pleasure and art, and few were as powerful or profound as music.

But not even those masters could match the voice that rose from the Queen of Dawn.

Ava covered her mouth with her hands, tears in her eyes as she listened to that voice.

That experience! That heavenly melody.

Even Rorg found himself vaguely interested in the story being sung, though he barely noticed the other players as they wandered onto the stage.

The Queen of the Dawn seemed to suck attention like a whirlpool, her voice filling the opera house to reach every ear.

In fact, if Rorg closed his eyes, he could almost see the scene of the prince being banished by his evil brother, forced into the world on his own.

"Huh," Ava said.

Rorg opened his eyes, peered at the elf.

"What?"

Ava sat in her chair; lips pursed with thought.

"It’s just... I never knew Orvan the Great had two sons."

"Orvan? The founder of New Larrin?"

"Yes! I always heard that he only had one heir."

Rorg shrugged without interest.

"It’s the past," the orc said.

"Makes for a good story," he continued, looking again at the Queen of Dawn.

Which was when he noticed people getting naked.

Rorg’s eyebrows shot up his forehead with interest.

"Hmmm," the orc hummed, leaning forward as the players moved onto stage, shedding clothes and leaving them in nothing but strips of silk that fluttered around them.

"Oh wow!" Ava breathed as the stage became a plane of pleasure, the seas the prince was cast upon now a gyrating field of bodies.

"No wonder people love the opera!"

Rorg decided not to mention that this was a first for him.

Though he did enjoy the opera, of course.

The sight of busty women in horned helmets belting out songs of war and triumph reminded him of home, but this new avant-garde art had something to appreciate.

Especially when the Queen of Dawn shrugged off her transparent robe, sinking to her knees on a stone stage as the hands of the crowd below reached for her.

"Now she’s wishing that the heir would save her," Ava said in awe.

"Hmmm," Rorg grunted, watching intently, his cock throbbing in his pants.

Suddenly, a man moved onto the stage.

He was dressed in a princely robe and uniform.

The song rose in excitement at his coming.

A praising of the lost prince of New Larrin.

Tears sprang from the eyes of the audience as the Queen of Dawn lamented his loss.

The cruelties of his hunchbacked brother and the evils done to him.

A loud honk made Rorg start, turn to Ava to see the elf blowing her nose into a handkerchief.

"That’s so saaaaad," she sobbed.

Rorg realized that he was gripping the arms of his seat so hard the wood was creaking.

He was furious, the orc realized.

This was not an uncommon feeling for an orc, but Rorg prided himself on a controlled fury.

He growled low, looking back down onto the stage.

The Queen of Dawn had drawn the forsaken prince to her, desiring to comfort him.

And wouldn’t you know it, it involved the both of them stripping.

As they pair moved over each other, his lips kissing her bared breasts, her throat, her shoulders and arms, the Queen of Dawn tilted back her head, her amulet flashing in the stage lights, her eyes lidded as she sang of the glory of the forgotten crown and the skill of his hands.

How the world would not forget him.

"Mmm..."

Again Rorg glanced over to Ava, now finding the elf leaning forward once more, but now her cheeks were flushed, breasts rising, falling in rapid beat of pleasure.

The orc’s nose flared, inhaling a now familiar scent.

That of the elf’s growing arousal.

On stage, the prince began to kiss the Queen of Dawn beneath her mask.

It was a darting, playful kiss that quickly became torrid with desire.

It interrupted her song at just the right moment with each kiss.

The man was either an excellent performer, or so under the spell of the Queen that he behaved like it.

The beautiful singer parted her thighs and drew him closer.

The man moved between her legs.

He seemed to be entering her, though it was hard to tell for certain from the box seats above.

The man moved and the Queen of Dawn’s voice soared above the crowd and seemed to fill the theater like the air itself.

Ava shuddered, leaning so close to the balcony’s edge that her breasts squeezed against the railing.

Rorg was not quite so entranced by the singing now, but he was beyond fascinated with Ava.

Her desire entered his nose with each breath.

Her lust was rosy red on her cheeks and throbbing beneath her dress.

"Do you hear it?" she whispered.

"The song? Of course?" he replied.

"Something more, it’s... my goodness... it feels religious, Rorg. As if my heart itself just left my body."

She turned to look at him, her eyes welling with tears.

"Um, can you hold me?"

Sounded good to him! Rorg lifted her from her seat without a moment’s hesitation and sat back down with her bottom resting in his lap.

She leaned back against him, curling one arm around his massive neck, her head against his shoulder as he turned to kiss her.

He could feel the heat radiating through her dress and she could feel the hardness of his huge cock.

She pressed down against it and rolled her hips as their lips met.

Tongue to tongue.

Delicate elf and massive orc carried into the heavens by Queen of Dawn’s song.

"Take me," panted Ava.

"Take me now. Like that. Like her."

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