“No,” she protested, but then he lowered his mouth to her other nipple and all rational thought fled her mind.
Despite his bitter indictment, he sucked gently on her breast. His tongue flickered across her left nipple, while his other hand rubbed the right, and she felt the delicious sensation tingling not just in her breasts but between her legs. She writhed in his arms, still pinned and helpless to stop him when his hand began to rove again, this time stroking the inside of her spread thighs.
He lifted his face. A sheen of light sweat dewed his ebony hair, causing the damp tendrils to curl around his forehead.
“Shall I spread you open and play with you until you come in my hand?”
“Please,” she begged, no longer sure what she pleaded. “Oh please, Akraz.”
His hand lighted on the outside lips of her private parts. He petted the gold fuzz there, then slowly parted the lips. A rush of cool air tingled against her inner labia.
“What a perfect cunt you have, little elf,” he said, hoarse with desire. “Perfect for plunder.”
She shuddered, half in fear, half in anticipation. She no longer had the strength to fight the sensations he aroused in her.
His fingers pried further into her secret parts, this time finding the nub of pink flesh that made her gasp when he touched it. A wicked grin spread across his face.
“Oh no, no,” she cried, mortified at her body’s instant response. She suddenly had a vision of how wanton she looked, thrashing like an animal in heat in response to his expert touch. She could not succumb so easily to his seduction. It would be proof of her carnal nature, when her whole purpose in capturing him had been to refute the power a man such as he could wield over her.
“If you want to stop me, all you have to do is cry out for help to the archers,” he said. “One of them will surely put an arrow through my throat before I can ravish you any further.” He leaned forward, and whispered against her neck, “But I don’t think you will.”
Archers? It took a moment for Laya’s lust-drugged brain to register what he meant. Of course—he had believed her lie about the archers. Unfortunately, there were no archers. She had not dared tell any of her people her real plans for her goblin prisoner. Now she had to suffer the consequences of her hubris.
Perhaps if she screamed, she could bluff him regardless. He did not want to die, he had too much vitality in him, too much life. He might release her just under the threat of outside interference.
He watched her carefully, confirming her suspicion. His fingers inched back between her legs, closer and closer to her clit.
“No,” whispered Laya. “Oh gods, spare me this.”
But she did not scream.
His fingers flickered against her clit. Her whole body jolted in reaction. He tightened his hold on her as he moved his fingers faster over the jewel of flesh. She melted in his grip. Her whole body rippled beneath him, from her breasts to her hips. The muscles in her legs clenched, but he would not allow her to close her legs or to thrash away. His grip was relentless, but his touch between her legs was feather soft, teasing her into unbearable waves of pleasure.
She climaxed in a frenzy and then contracted in on herself. He withdrew his hand and let her pant in exhaustion against the stone bed. Laya realized he had relaxed his grip. She tried to roll away, out of his reach, but he quickly recaptured her.
“Oh no, little elf, I haven’t finished using you yet,” he said. “In fact, I’ve just begun.”
He lifted her onto the stone and elevated both her legs over her head, pinching them against her wrists in his indefatigable grip. This exposed her cunt to him in a wholly new vista. If anything, this ignominious position, which seemed to turn all of her into exposed cunt and buttocks, was even more humiliating than the last. Laya struggled to free herself, or at least change her position, but, as before, to no avail. He slapped her bottom for her efforts.
Now he explored the various nether openings pertly offered up to him. He traced the rim of her tiny anus, tapping and teasing. He did not enter her there, but walked his fingers further on, until he reached her furry mound once more. He slid two fingers into the opening there, which was now slick with the juices of her orgasm.
No one had ever touched her there; no man had ever entered her, not even with just his fingers. His hand inside her awakened her to sensations inside her sheath that she had not imagined existed. Unconsciously, she clenched the muscles there, squeezing his fingers. She heard him groan in response.
“Are all elf maidens so tight?” he asked her.
She could not have answered him, but in any case, he did not wait for an answer. He began to move his fingers up and down inside her sheath. Then, just when she thought the feel of him inside her was more than she could stand, his thumb began to simultaneously rub in small circles over her clit. She could not believe that the pleasure she had felt earlier could be so multiplied as it was this time through this double stimulation. Her orgasm built and flooded her and built further and drowned her in an eternity of ecstasy that seemed to go on and on.
He eased her legs down over his shoulders. He still held her arms trapped above her head, but he needn’t have bothered. Laya had fallen into a dreamy state halfway between satiation and a growing hunger for some further, deeper kind of fulfillment, the nature of which she could not fathom. She had almost felt it as his fingers had moved inside her, but something was still missing. Her prisoner had somehow become her master, yet she was content to lay spread open before him, awaiting whatever he saw fit to do next to her.
He leaned forward between her legs, which still straddled his shoulders. This lifted her hips up off the bed at an angle toward him. His new forward position crushed her breasts beneath his massive chest and brought his hips to meet hers. Something nudged up against her oversensitive clit, sending her into new thrashes of pleasure.
It was his cock. Hard and soft at the same time, the head of the member rubbed against her clit, causing her to reach another small climax in just a few seconds. Yet still the other hunger gnawed at her, and she moaned her wordless plea for what she needed but could not name.
His cock nudged into her harder, parting the lips of her cunt and digging deeper into her feminine folds. At first, it felt not unlike his fingers, smooth hot flesh that spread and speared her. But it was so much more immense, hard and thick. Her tight sheath could not accommodate the girth and size of it so easily as his fingers. She felt something tear and something burn. A cry of pain mingled with panic escaped her.
The cock paused on its inward journey, even easing out somewhat. Akraz lifted himself up on his arms over her and searched her face.
“Laya?” he asked softly.
Laya bit her lip. She knew that if she cried out in pain, real pain, that he would stop. Even now. Not because there were archers outside, and not because she had the strength to stop him from taking whatever he wanted from her. Just because he would. And somehow that made her determined to continue.
“Akraz,” she whispered. That was all. She could not bring herself to beg for what she wanted. She did not even know what it was.
He drove his cock between her wide spread legs, piercing her and filling her. Laya squeezed her eyes shut against the sharp, sudden pain, which was soon subsumed beneath building pleasure as he moved in long, deliberate strokes inside her. Her climax this time differed from the previous waves of pleasure that he brought her, but it also convulsed her whole body in waves of bliss. At the same time, Akraz shut his eyes and roared a wordless howl of triumph.
Akraz came to his senses too slowly. He had collapsed on top of Laya, probably half suffocating the delicate elf maid. Wincing, he lifted himself off her. He was surprised that his animal bellow of pleasure had not drawn any hostile attention from the guards outside. Perhaps, he smiled wryly to himself, they assumed that she was torturing him.