The Drow Queen wants to break Darrick in front of her entire court. His own body will help her do it.

Dark Elven Desires Part 11: The Dark Court’s Toy, by Mia Sumner

The opulence of the Queen’s court assaulted Darrick’s senses as two silent drow guards led him before her. The vast cavern arched endlessly above his head, its peak not even lit by the candles that were everywhere around the court. Ornately carved pillars marked the path towards the Queen’s throne and each step took him past elaborately dressed drow, men and women both. Noble courtiers, he assumed, eyed his progression, faces arranged in careful disinterest. The cold radiated up from the stone floor through his bare feet with every step.

The guards on either side of him proceeded forward until they, and he, were directly in front of the Queen as she lounged on her throne, pale, and beautiful as ever. The memories of how she’d teased and used him came back sharp, laced with shame and self-loathing, and the creature inside him pulsed anyway as his cock hardened.

He glared up at the elf queen, pouring his anger into defiance. Her dark lips curved with amusement as her eyes slid, coolly over his body, and down to his visible erection, evidently recalling their earlier encounter herself. She flicked one finger and the guards turned and left. Even such a small motion commanded total obedience. The whole court was focused on him now, murmuring ceased as silent anticipation pressed down on the room.

Darrick gritted his teeth pouring all his resistance into staring back at the queen. She gestured again with her hand, a gesture almost too small to notice, and he sank to his knees with a grunt as the parasite pulsed again, exerting control in a way it had not done before. The queen’s smile grew larger, her satisfaction evident. Her fingers tracing patterns in the air. Mind screaming, muscles locked, cock throbbing and swelling.

All eyes were on him now. Some judging, some lascivious. Murmuring to their neighbors, occasionally laughing as they observed their Queen’s entertainment. His stomach knotted. His hand moved of its own volition to his cock. Wrapping itself around his shaft and stroking eagerly. He tried to stop it. His mind clawed at the edges of his own body, but his limbs would not obey.

“Don’t try to fight it pretty one.” Darrick started at the Elf Queen’s voice echoing in his head. Her lips had not moved. “You can’t fight it. Submission brings release.” She licked her lips as she watched the performance she was orchestrating. A low moan slipped from between his lips as the parasite within him moved at her command, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body.

Darrick’s hips thrust upward, his hand pumping up and down his cock, pre-cum slicking his fingers. He caught the moment it spread, a courtier’s hand sliding to her neighbor’s hip, eyes still fixed on him. The parasite pulsed, sending further waves of pleasure through his body as it fed on the desire in the room around him.

“This is just a taste of the pleasure I can bring you when you submit.” Her voice echoed in his head, both teasing and tempting. He hated being a prisoner in his own body, his mind still fought to control his limbs. And yet. He could feel his balls swelling, his cock throbbing with need. The parasite slithered inside him, its tentacles probing, curling around the base of his spine, threading heat through his hips and thighs, skillfully manipulating his body, taking him right to the edge. He wanted, he needed to cum, needed that final release.

Around him the courtiers were no longer just watching. Bodies pressed and rubbed and thrust against each other as the sexual energy in the room built. On her throne, the Drow Queen parted her legs shamelessly, exposing herself and her own excitement to Darrick and her court. One hand still making those languid mystical gestures as the other rubbed. She was feeding off them, he could feel it more than see it. Feeding off the lust that she had made.

Darrick’s gaze fell from her face to the slick, pale, folds of her pussy. Her long fingers circled and rubbed, that soft wet sound cutting through the noise of the court and finding him directly. He felt his anger and defiance fading, overwhelmed by desire. The parasite’s instructions and his own body’s need merged into one. Thrusting, pumping, fucking his fist. Staring at her swollen pussy. The thought came unbidden, how good it would feel to drive his cock into her, bury himself there as his balls unloaded.

“All you have to do is submit.” Her voice in his head again made him flush that she knew what he was thinking. But his cock throbbed. She had teased him so many times, only to deny him. Taking him right to the edge before slamming him into the wall. There was no separation anymore, between him and her, between him and the parasite. They all wanted the same thing.

“Cum Darrick. Cum for me. Surrender your seed.” Her voice, a siren song in his head. His cock, his whole body, demanding release. The court around him a debauched mass of writhing bodies. Minds lost to lust. Any partner suitable to quench their desires.

He came, hand still moving as he spurted onto the ground in front of his Queen. His mind his own again, and wishing it wasn’t. His defeat public and complete. The creature’s compulsive grip on his body vanished in the same moment, and he sank to the ground. His hands were his again, his limbs, trembling and weak, responded to him. Around him the court’s orgy continued. On the throne the Drow Queen arched her back, keening moan escaping her lips as her own orgasm merged with his.

He ran then. Surging to his feet on watery legs, propelled only by desperation. His body was his again. The guards gone. The court still caught up in its frenzy of lust. Even the Queen was distracted by her own pleasure. Bare feet pounded across the cold floor as he headed for the first exit he saw, barreling through the door into an empty corridor. The queen watched him go through heavy lidded eyes, her body still gasping and shuddering through a third orgasm. She made no move to stop him.

Darrick ran and ran. Following this hallway to another and another. Chest aching as he sucked air into his lungs and forced himself to keep moving. The taste of copper at the back of his throat, every footfall sending a jolt up through his bare soles where the stone had torn them. A pain in his side forcing him to slow, but he would not stop moving forward. They would follow soon, he was sure, once the manic energy left them. One foot in front of the other, he staggered on. He couldn’t hear them behind him, but he felt their pursuit. Passage after passage, moving slowly upward until faint ahead of him, the promise of light.

Stone turned to earth between his feet.

He could feel fresh air now, the light pale but promising ahead of him as he moved towards it. Finally outside, how long he had been running he couldn’t even say. It was night. The moons were out but not yet full. The air cooled his sweating body, sharp with the smell of rain on rock, and for one moment he simply stood and breathed. He couldn’t stop yet, had to get away. Turning north Darrick limped on, freedom within his grasp.

Down now, from the foothills towards the forest. He didn’t know where he was, he didn’t care. He just had to get away. If he reached the woods, he could be free. As he thought the words, the creature stirred inside him. Just a flutter, still sated by its earlier feast. Just enough to remind him it was still inside. Darrick paused for the first time, breathing hard, body swaying. Closing his eyes he focused and calmed himself, feeling the creature’s presence recede. Not gone, but, quiet again.

He wasn’t free, not yet. Maybe not ever. The thing inside him would see to that. And yet, for the first time in so long, he felt hope. He started walking again, slower and more careful now, paying attention to his surroundings. His feet ached, blisters forming as bare feet scraped across pebbles and rocks. He had no strength left, no energy, even the fear long since spent. Sheer will kept him moving forward until he found the road.

Little more than a muddy track here and a road marker. Sixteen miles to the safety of Wealdstone. The creature inside him fluttered again.

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