Dark Elven Desires Part 3: The Elf Queen’s Hunger

Darrick moaned, his sweat covered body hanging limp against the ropes that bound him. The… thing… inside him pulsed and his cock throbbed with each movement. How long had it been now? He had no measure for time, here in the dark in a perpetual state of arousal. He could feel the thing growing inside him though, bigger, thicker, longer. What had the elf said, feeding?

Whatever the dark elf had planted in him was slowly feeding off his sexual energy siphoning just enough to stop him from cumming and oh god at this point he wanted to cum while using it to grow. The desire to cum overwhelmed him, he wanted it like there was nothing more important in the entire world. He should be grateful he supposed that she had not stayed to watch his humiliating as the thing pumped in his ass reducing him to a moaning, writhing animal.

A small part of him still fought, still wondered what her goal was. What purpose beyond sheer torment this magic served. But that part of his brain shrank with each thrust and pulse from the thing in his ass. His brain wandered, semi-delirious. Lizbeth, he had done this for Lizbeth, thank the gods that she could not see him now. He let out a low groan, so helpless and defeated. He just wanted it to be over. He just wanted to cum.

That familiar low, seductive laugh followed his groan like a distorted echo. There was an earthy richness to it that oozed sex and degradation. His tormentor was back.

“I think we’re ready now aren’t we pretty, pretty.” She said, her cool hands so gentle on his sweat-soaked back. It shouldn’t feel good, but it did. He shouldn’t crave her touch, but oh he did. “Beg for me human.”