Bound, teased, and denied, Darrick’s about to find out what the Elf Queen truly hungers for…

Part 3: The Elf Queen’s Hunger, By Mia Sumner

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.”

“Please…” He croaked. His voice sounded so feeble and desperate to his own ears, the bravado of his words to Lizbeth fucked out of him by the thing in his ass. “Please…” He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what she wanted to hear. He just needed to cum.

The dark elf laughed again, taking open pleasure in his desperation. Her hands, they felt so good running over his chest and then down lower… yes lower… please… His pathetic moan as her hands pulled away without touching his cock shamed him deeply.

“Oh yes, you are definitely ready.”  Her hand under his chin lifted his head so that she could look him directly in the eyes. “I’m going to release you now, but you’re going to do as I say aren’t you?”

Darrick licked his lips, even nodding seemed like too much effort, but he knew he had to respond. “Yes,” he whispered, his tongue thick in his mouth. When had he drunk last, when had he eaten? He didn’t care, she was going to make it all better. The smile that spread across her pale face thrilled him.

He didn’t see where the knife came from, but it was in her hand and it looked sharp. Darrick flinched as she raised it and slashed, cutting the ropes that supported and bound him with ease, and he tumbled to the ground, writhing there against the rough stone floor as the thing continued its unceasing assault on his ass. Her bare foot prodded his chest encouraging him to roll over onto his back and he stared up and the luscious elf, wondering what she would do to him next and when this would end.

The dark elf stood over him, savoring her victory, then slowly lowered herself over his face, pulling her gown aside as she did so, letting her naked pussy press against him. She didn’t need to speak, he knew exactly what she wanted him to do. In this at least she was no different to the girls he had been with.

In contrast to the cool skin of her ass cheeks, the elf’s pussy felt incredibly hot as she pressed it against his mouth. She didn’t speak, confident that she had fully beaten him into submission. Darrick stretched out his tongue, running it over the lips of her sex, slowly lapping at her cunt as she rocked her hips against his face. He was gratified to hear the quietest of moans as she pressed down on him harder. The thing in his ass pulsed and grew again and his cock spasmed. He was so close now, so close. Maybe if he pleased her…

The elf’s thighs squeezed his head as she used his face for her pleasure, giving no thought to him. He struggled to breathe, licking her as best he could, little more than a toy for her use. The tiniest part of his mind wondered why he didn’t throw the elf off and run for it. Or, failing that, at least push her down against the rock floor and fuck her glorious wet cunt until he came. But something stopped him, it was as though his body was not his own, the muscles under the control of someone or something else. More of her cursed magic no doubt.

Instead, he lay there underneath her as she rode his face, smearing her juices over his mouth and taking her pleasure from him. He kept licking, unable to resist the sensations flooding his body, operating on pure animal instinct. His hips bucked futilely, fucking the empty air, his cock begging for attention.

The elf leaned back adjusting her angle and pressing her pussy to his mouth. Obediently he licked, tasting her, enjoying her even as he was ashamed of his enjoyment. Her moans were louder now and her body twitched and writhed on top of him as she approached orgasm.  His tongue worked slowly over her sex lips, lapping at her pussy, teasing her clit as she gasped and came, juices flooding from her and coating his lips.

She sat there for a moment, panting, her body still moving, if slower now.  Darrick stopped licking, waiting for instructions, hoping that maybe, finally, he would be allowed some release, even just to touch himself. His own breath was coming in uneven gasps now from the exertion and the lack of air.

When she finally moved it was only to slide her ass down his body, leaving a trail of her juices behind to dry on his skin. When she was squatting over his crotch she paused again and then reached out to grip his aching shaft with one cool hand while looking him directly in the eye.

“You want this don’t you pretty, pretty? You need this.” The tone of satisfaction in her voice was clear. She already knew the answer, but she wanted him to confess it anyway.

Darrick nodded, too ashamed of his behavior to give voice to his need. The smile that crept across the elf’s face was one of self-satisfaction and maybe the briefest glimmer of pity? He wondered briefly what this meant to her, but any thought was extinguished as she guided his throbbing cock into her hot, wet snatch.

The pleasure was almost unbearable. The contrast of her cool skin and her searing hot cunt only increased his pleasure. He thrust upwards, pushing himself deeper into her. Only one thought on his mind now. He must cum.

The thing in his ass surged and pulsed, feeding on the sexual energy. So big, so thick, each pulse sending waves of pleasure through him. Darrick thrust upwards again, desperate to fuck this elf, needing to cum inside her. And she let him. More than let him. She encouraged him, riding his rigid cock, her hips rocking in time to his thrusts. He stared up at her, realizing that his body was paralyzed. While his hips kept thrusting his hands lay limp and motionless at his sides, his arms strangely unable to respond as she fucked him. A helpless passenger in his own body, he gazed at her large breasts, still barely concealed by the filmy gown she wore as they bounced in time with each thrust.

And as the elf tightened her muscles around him, milking his cock Darrick felt himself peak. Finally. A moan turned into a scream that ripped from his throat as he thrust up one last time, every muscle in his body rigid, but… nothing.

He collapsed back on the hard rock floor, body crying out in desperate need as she continued to ride him. Why hadn’t he cum, he needed to cum and he should have, something was stopping him. She rode him for several minutes more as he lay beneath her panting and sobbing his mind overwhelmed by hunger, tormented by the sensations that assaulted his body. And then, after cumming a second time, she almost casually rolled off him and, adjusting her robes stood once more.

He lay there, his cock jutting out, angry and hungry, coated in her juices. She smiled down at him in satisfaction and then walked away leaving him helpless and alone.

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