Cool hands, dark magic, and a pleasure that defies human morals. Darrick is about to discover the exquisite torment of a Drow’s embrace.

⚠️ Content: Fantasy, bondage, dubcon, creatures

Captive of the Drow

by Mia Sumner

Darrick yanked at the ropes binding his naked body but, stretched up on his toes, he had no leverage. The only thing he achieved for his effort was rope burns on his wrists. Muscles exhausted he slumped, letting himself hang from the ropes. Someone nearby laughed, a deep, sensuous sound that lingered in his ears. Darrick craned his neck trying to see the source of the laugh, but she must be somewhere behind him. Soft, unnaturally cool, hands caressed his naked back and buttocks and he tensed.

“Such a pretty thing.” It was a female voice that accompanied the caresses. Her fingers made his skin tingle. “You will be just perfect.”

“Perfect for what.” He croaked, his mouth dry. How long had he been a prisoner now?

“Why, for whatever I want, pretty pretty.” She walked slowly round in front of him and the sight of her made him tremble. A dark elf from the pale blue shade of her skin, she towered over him slender and ethereal. Long white hair flowed over her shoulders and the satin gown she wore concealed nothing of her form underneath it. Darrick knew he was staring but somehow could not look away, his body reacting to her presence.

“You like?” She smirked, reaching out a hand to gently caress his hardening cock.

Magic, she must be using her magic on him, it had to be. Darrick gritted his teeth trying to resist as he stared into her dark eyes. So dark, like pools of night. Her hand slid slowly up and down his cock making him stiffen further. Her eyes, it was hard to look away and her hand, it felt… so good. When she released him he heard himself moan. The elf smirked again.

“You humans are so susceptible. It’s what makes you such excellent subjects.” She walked around behind him again and he tried to calm himself, closing his eyes, slowing his breathing, ignoring his cock’s demands for further attention.

“Oh, the pretty thinks he can resist. How adorable.” Those unnaturally cool fingers stroked the cheeks of his ass. “You know something then of how our magic works? How your passions only make it stronger.” Her hands caressed his naked back again, making him shiver. “The more you want it, the more powerful my control over you becomes, but the more you resist, the more fun it is.” She laughed again, her hands moving down his spine over the small of his back.

She cupped his ass cheek her fingers nestling against the crack. “Have you ever… but no you wouldn’t… your society is so terribly prudish with your rules and your… morals.” A finger pressed against his asshole and Darrick gasped trying to pull away. Anything but that!

“What are you doing?” He demanded, wrestling with his bonds again, his muscles straining. To his relief, she removed her finger and reached around to stroke his still hard cock.

“Don’t you like this my pretty, pretty? I know you do. Deny it if you want, but I know the thoughts that swim inside your brain.” She teased, nipping his ear with her teeth as her fingers, so cool against his hot flesh slid up and down his swelling shaft. “Just a little more and it will be ready. Your passion is already feeding it.” Her hand tightened around him, squeezing but no longer moving.

Darrick tried to resist, but he was helpless, the sights and touches even the sound of her excited him further. Unthinking, he jerked his hips forward, eager for more. She laughed, letting go of him, leaving thrusting into the air, wanting.

“Patience pet. There will be pleasure for you. There will even be release eventually. But now, it is ready.” She cooed. And then there was something, not her fingers this time, pressing against his ass. He felt it, damp and squirming, pushing against his asshole and his muscles tightened. “Don’t resist. Pleasure comes with surrender.” the elf said.

Darrick groaned, muscles cord tight, his cock throbbing as the thing pulsed and pushed its way into his ass, going deeper and deeper, filling him. The elf was in front of him again, her deep dark eyes capturing his.

“Relax.” She whispered, her cool hand felt so gentle against his cheek. He moaned, gazing back at her, his body trembling as the creature invaded it. “Surrender.” She whispered again. “It feels good, doesn’t it? I couldn’t have done it without you. Such a potent source of energy. Perhaps… we shall see.”

The sensations were incredible as the thing, whatever it was, pulsed inside him. Its muscles contracted and expanded making his cock throb and twitch. If the ropes were not holding him he would have sunk down to his knees the sensations were so overwhelming.

“Very good.” The elf smiled. “It needs to feed. I will return.” And with that, she turned and walked away leaving Darrick groaning in frustrated pleasure as the thing squirmed and pulsed inside him and his cock throbbed in response and his mind drifted.