A thief sneaks into the fortress at night. (CNC, Fantasy, Hardcore)

[saltyselki]

A thief sneaks into the fortress at night. (closed for saedo)

Lark shouldn't have taken the job. She knew it was a mistake, the night was wrong, the moon was full, it was too goddamn bright. She was sweating already and she hadn't even made it past the first wall. Mercenary Mountain was a fortress for the notorious Blackguard of Rivan, brutal military outcasts and depraved gladiators. The worst and most vicious of all races, for hire to the richest warlord. And inside was rumored to be a legendary magical item worth more than she had ever heard of. The broker had warned her, the last professional didn't return and his head was found in a ditch, nothing else, just his head. But the gold... oh the glorious gold. And besides, she simply couldn't resist the challenge.

She slithered along a wall partially hidden from the guardhouse up top. Her black work clothes were soft, flexible and hid every part of her although the outfit fit her form exquisitely. Her face was covered by a full head mask that only had one horizontal slit for her eyes and a hole in the back to release her long braided brown hair. She was slim, her elven half affording her nimbleness, speed, and night vision. Her human half gave her an ass like a peach and strength to pull herself up on a few footholds in the rough stone.

A few more pitches up the steep face and she paused just below a narrow window intended for archers to stick their bows out of. Lark waited and listened until she was sure the room inside was empty before flipping herself up and squeezing her body in. "Cursed fat butt," she mumbled to herself as she yanked herself all the way through. A quick survey showed the Lark was in a barrack room, empty bunks lined both walls with a few chests for personal belongings. She didn't bother looking for valuables here. She was after bigger fish.

Slipping into the hallway, Lark made a mental note of her position on the map she had memorized and headed North, towards the Captain's quarters. She would have to exit the guardhouse and cross the courtyard in the full light of the moon before she could then sneak into the abandoned servants tunnel. The sound of heavy boots and loud talking made her flatten behind a frayed tapestry. The soldiers sounded drunk, slurring thickly. Apparently they had come upon some victory recently and everyone was deep in their cups. Lark counted that in her favor as she waited patiently and continued after they turned a corner.

The path to the courtyard was simple and she passed the next steps with ease, through it was another matter entirely. Lark lay on her stomach in a rafter of the stable and watched the scene outside. Men were everywhere. Humans, Elves, Half-orcs, full orcs even. All armed to the teeth and drunk as fuck. Two men walked directly under her into the stables and lay down on the hay, not even bothering to make it back to the barracks. They laughed and smacked eachother in jest while continuing to drink from full flasks. Lark didn't move an inch. This next part was crucial. She would need all her strength, speed, and a touch of magic if she was going to succeed.

She never got the chance. The moon stopped her in her tracks because it's light chose that moment to pop back out from a wandering cloud, reflect directly of the armor of the soldier below and shine full on her face and eyes. By itself maybe it would have been okay. But a sleeping dove next to her was also woken by the light and decided to squawk it's indignation.

"Who the fuck.." said the soldier below.

 

[saedo]

Idris yawned as he stepped into the room. The moon was still overhead and he was already longing to h the back to bed. Had it been anyone but Slade to awake him at this hour . . .

"Caught this little bird near the stables, Cap'n," Slade explained. He gave the darkly clad figure a shove. With ropes binding her wrists behind her back and a short length hobbling her at the ankles, the interloper lost her footing and tumbled to the stone floor. "Looks like she climbed the east wall and went roof to roof like a squirrel."

"Not talking," Slade continued, "unless you consider 'Fuck off' to be informative. Tough little bitch, though. Knocked Dave out and kicked Grog in the balls. Spike got a dagger in the ribs and I've got three more with cuts and bruises."

"That so?" Idris stepped closer, his hooves clattering against the stone. The woman had the good sense to look frightened as he approached. Slade was brawny for a human, but the minotaur had a good foot in height and even more in the breadth of Idris' shaggy haired shoulders.

His hand grasped her by the throat, his brawny palm covering her neck. He lifted up, her weight little more than a feather against an muscled arm thicker than one her thighs. "Brave for such a little thing," he mused as he held her upright.

"Best check her for weapons," His left hand grabbed the disheveled and dirty black outfit she wore. The fabric held momentarily before rending in two as he pulled it away. It took him but a handful of seconds to reduce her clothing to tatters.

"Ass like a peach," he observed, turning her to and fro for inspection. "And such lovely tits. Shouldn't you be plying your trade at a nice brothel rather than sneaking into my fortress?" He leaned his horned head in closer and smiled. "You can talk, little girl, or I can make you scream," he promised.

 

[saltyselki]

Lark couldn't believe her bad luck, or the fact that she let some shaggy minion soldier catch her. She was furious with herself and more than a little embarrassed. She was a professional, she hadn't been caught so red-handed since... well since maybe that one time when she was a child sneaking sweets. But here she was, trussed up and knocked down to the floor in front of Master of this fortress.

Oh fuck, the Master.

She had heard of him, who hadn't. Lord Idris. The minotaur. The Lord and Master of this fortress, and the lands beyond it if the people were honest. Her eyes widened as she finally looked up and stared with horror at the creature that approached her. He put all of her other nightmares to shame. The size of him, the shape of him, the muscle on him. Lark couldn't decide if she was terrified or impressed.

But then he shredded her favorite work outfit within mere seconds and she decided she was angry. She wrapped her hands over his to stop him from completely choking her and spat out, "of course I have weapons you overgrown bull! But I don't need them to knock your teeth in!" Her legs swung up, aiming high.

Missed. "Fuck," she swore out loud.

It was true, there were several small blades tucked neatly into different spots on her body, two against her ankles, two along her shapely thighs, a sharp needle-like hairpin in her braided hair that she hoped he wouldn't notice yet, and a slender wrist-blade on the underside of her left forearm, not to mention the small case with three poisoned darts that was strapped to her ribs.

Her fury rose at being inspected like a child's toy in his huge hands, "My trade is worth more than pillow talk and some dull plowing, speaking of plowing, shouldn't you be yoked to a plow yourself instead of standing here pretending you rule this place?"

And in keeping with her defiant nature she swung another solid kick in the direction of his nose when he leaned in close, this time feeling absolutely pure satisfaction as it connected with a crunch.

 

[saedo]

The girl's sullen silence gave way to a ferocious outburst. She writhed in midair, her eyes flashing with hate. Her words were similarly vitriolic.

"Told ya, Cap'n," remarked Slade. He wished he'd thought to strip her down. Idris' faint praise was more than justified.

Idris looked on in amusement at her flailing. With her hands bound and her ankles hobbled, her wild, two-legged kicks were rather comical. Still, he was less pleased when she almost bent double and managed to connect with a solid crunch. In retrospect, the girl's flexibility was rather impressive.

Idris sighed and wordlessly slammed his free hand into her midsection. Driven by the minotaur's hulking shoulders muscles, even her tensed abs provided little protection. The victor of hundreds of brawls, Idris knew just where to angle the impact.

The girl's angry screeching ended in a great whoosh as the air rushed out of her lungs. Her pretty eyes gaped wide in fear as her spasming diaphragm resisted all commands to inhale. Her mouth gaped like a beached fish and her limbs fell limp as lack of air sapped her life away.

Idris dropped her to the floor with a wet thud. His fingers sought the vest pocket to insect the damage. "Damn," he swore as he withdrew a mangled bit of gold and glass from within. "Damn bitch broke my spectacles when she kicked me in the chest. Maybe I should have moved my head out of the way."

"I'll tell Sven to start work on a new pair, Cap'n," Slade promised. He stepped over to the body.
"She's out of it, Cap'n. Turning a little blue, but still breathing. Barely."

Idris shrugged. "Good. I wasn't done with her yet. Glad I haven't lost my touch. Let's take her in the next room. But search her carefully. She's the type to a knife stuffed up her cunt."

"Crazy, you mean. Aye," Slade agreed.

~~~~~~
The drizzle of wine into her face brought the girl round, sputtering like a wet hen. Idris leaned over her and smiled. "Congratulations on not being dead. Came pretty close, though. Your skin went almost as blue as those eyes."

He gave her half a minute to struggle futilely against her bonds. The ropes binding her at wrists and ankles offered no give, keeping her limbs splayed spread-eagle atop the bed. Idris watched her taut muscles strain to no avail. Watching her plump tits jiggle about was rather entertaining.

"As you can see, you're not going anywhere," he continued. "And we also searched you rather thoroughly, so you may feel a little soreness in those cute holes. Nothing there, but Slade did nearly stab himself with that needle in your hair. Planning on doing a little light sewing in between assassinations?"

Idris set down the wine goblet and placed a hand on her naked belly. " Now here is how the next few days -- and perhaps last -- hour of your life will go. I'm going to have my way with you. Then maybe I kill you. Or maybe you give me a reason not to. My bet is that you don't have one, but I owe 10 gold if you do. Sound like fun? "

Idris smiled hungrily. He slid his hand down her torso through the narrow strip of dense curls just above her naked sex. His fingers spread her labia, exposing a bright pink interior. "Let's get started."

 

[saltyselki]

Sure, kicking him had been a little foolhardy, Lark thought belatedly through the haze of pain, nausea, and the heady sensation of her consciousness slipping away, but it had been fucking worth it she thought with a slight smile as her vision turned black at last.

~~~~~

In the darkness Lark found herself in a place she thought she had banished from her mind entirely. A place thrust so deep inside herself she had achieved near perfect self-denial that it had ever truly happened.

She was fourteen and standing on a small hexagonal stage in a room filled with a dozen or more of the wealthiest aristocrats in the city of Prythia. Men, women, dwarves, half-orcs, even drow crowded around her, all eyes on her naked body. Even then her tantalizing mix of elven and human blood promised great beauty. Skin the color of sunlight on sand, curling chestnut hair down to her hips, eyes the color of sapphires and just a hint of an exotic slant, thick black lashes, and sultry lips that pouted just so.

Not that the people in the room were looking at her face, no, their attention was drawn to the perfect twin globes of her breasts, already larger than any true elf, peaked by rosy nipples, down her small waist to the curving slope of her hips and the soft tuft of curls between her shaking thighs.

They walked all around her, forbidden to touch for now, but still one brazen women leaned close to her generously shaped ass to sniff her golden skin. Only one man parted the crowd, a smiling human man in his fifties with skin like hers and cruel eyes. He reached a hand up to hold hers gently, leading her down from her platform, "Daughter," he said, "the bidding has begun..."

~~~~~

A wet sensation on her face brought her crashing and coughing back to the present. Sickening pain in her abdomen reminded her of the punch she had taken to the gut, which was already turning into a deep purple bruise.

He was there. Sitting next to her, saying words and things she should probably listen to. Something about her life depending on it.

She felt his hand resting on her aching stomach, hot, claiming her casually like one placed a hand on a dog's back. She instinctively tried to slap it away, and only then realized that she was bound securely to a bed, his bed she presumed. She screamed wordlessly at him in frustration, how dare he!

She spat the wine that had been drizzled on her face and into her mouth back at him, "I'd rather you kill me now," she ground out through her teeth, her chin high, her gaze seething.

His hand inched further down, down to a place she had guarded like a vault ever since that day.... Her bottom lip trembled, unwanted memories flashing back. She quickly tilted her head to the side so he wouldn't see the tiny tear slip from one eye as he probed her delicate folds.

 

[saedo]

I'd rather you kill me now she hissed.

"Oh, I probably will. But as a corpse, you are entirely useless to me. " Idris chuckled. " Contrary to some rumors, I do not eat people."

"But I am entertaining the possibility that you might have some value. If you do . . . ," he trailed off with a shrug of his mighty shoulders.

Idris drew his fingers across her labia. The elf's skin was a tawny gold, making the vibrant pink of her loved canal all the more striking. He slid his finger inside her slowly, ignoring her verbal protests. "Tight," he observed. "But warm . . . and damp."

Idris shrugged off the vest he wore. He found clothing largely unnecessary. His shaggy black hair provided sufficient insulation enough from most weather. Still, a semblance of attire made his presence more palatable to the smaller races.

A kilt covered his thighs. Humanoid pants were poorly designed for minotaur hindquarters, but the skirt-like garment was simple enough for any tailor to fit to his size. Idris unfastened this as well, removing the last of his clothing.

His nudity did seem to still her tongue for the moment. His dark-skinned cock hung nearly to his knees, easily the length of her forearm. But if she'd seen naked males before, it was his girth that she'd find stunning.

True to his bovine heritage, a massive scrotum lurked just behind the thick pillar. Both cock and sac swayed slightly as he shifted his weight.

"So what brings someone so well armed sneaking over the wall? Assassin? Bounty hunter? Who are you here for? And who is paying your fee?"

Idris finger continued to tease the girl's tender folds. He'd found her clit by now, so his pattern now flitted past the swollen nub. Nothing too direct. Just enough to torment her.

 

[saltyselki]

Lark sucked in a breath as his thick finger entered her in an excruciatingly slow manner. She was indeed extremely tight, possibly due to the fact that she hadn't had sex since the time she lost her virginity. But his words declaring her sweet pussy 'damp' made a flush rise to her cheeks, there was no way she could be turned on like this right?

Then Idris picked that moment to disrobe and reveal his full glory for her to gaze upon. And gaze she did, with her mouth parted, a quiet "Gods below..." trailed off.

Lark surprisingly knew a decent amount about sex for someone who had only had it once. A long time ago her father had taken great care to see that all his children were well tutored in the art of pleasing men. It was his business to do so. He had six daughters, all lovely as nymphs, all sold to the highest bidder. Five of his daughters were still celebrated successes in his eyes. Concubines to leaders, kings. One was not.

Lark knew about the intricacies of male anatomy from an academic standpoint, the different shapes a male's penis might take. But all the ones she saw in the books were of the smaller races. No point in showing a sex slave a giant's cock... giants couldn't afford a slave.

What she did know was that Idris' hard and huge member was not made for her lithe body. He would wreck her. The sheer girth of it would tear her apart. She couldn't tear her attention away from it until his finger found her sensitive clit. When he did her eyes flashed to his, and she nearly died with the embarrassment when she saw the smug enjoyment he got from teasing her just so.

She could feel a knot tingling inside of her making her warm, her body preparing itself without her consent. Her peachy-pink pussy was beginning to glisten enticingly, sweet juices trickling down the inside of her thigh to pool under her ass. His finger danced circles on her skin, making her muscles tighten in places she hadn't been aware she had muscles.

And he knew what he was doing to her. She saw it in his face. "Is this how you interrogate all your captives?" she answered his questions with a question. "Do you really think I'll tell you anything?"

Lark was antagonizing him, and she knew she shouldn't but she did anyways.

 

[saedo]

The heat rising off her body was a dead giveaway. He'd been with plenty of women before -- mostly willing humans, but still -- and knew how mind and body didn't always agree. Whether this elf wanted it or not, her body was already craving his touch.

"Is this how you interrogate all your captives?" she finally replied, her hips wriggling from his touch.

Idris tilted his large head. The dark ebony points of his horns gleamed in the soft light. "Exactly like this? No, not recently. I will admit that I've not encountered a pussy so fine as yours in quite awhile."

Hers was damp enough that his finger squished audibly inside her. Her face suggested she was embarrassed at the noise. Perhaps her foul tongue concealed a prudish mind? Or perhaps it was her lack of self-control that vexed her? He found himself hoping she didn't talk him into destroying her too quickly; there seemed something potentially interesting under her walnut-hard shell.

Idris placed a knee atop the bed and swung the other one over his captive. The bed creaked slightly as his hefty bulk now straddled the girl's thighs. He lowered himself down, resting his shaggy haunches atop her.

That left his thick slab of manhood resting atop her belly. Truth be told, he'd been holding back a little. The lesser races -- even the orcs -- all tended to regard his kind as slightly feral relative to "true" humanoids. Idris always tried to show a little restraint to downplay this "beast" stereotype.

But with her warm abdomen against his sensitive flesh, there really was no point. His flaccid cock began to visibly swell. The expanding helm began to crawl up her belly as its length extended. Faint ridges began to appear along the thickening pillar as surface-level veins began to bulge.

The muscles in her neck strained as she lifted her head to stare at it. Still not broken yet, though. Wild-eyed, she tried unsuccessfully to keep the emotion out of her voice. "Do you really think I'll tell you anything?"

"You're already imagining it inside you," Idris countered. "Because that is going to happen. You cannot stop it. But how that happens . . . well, you might have one chance. One chance to exert a little bit of control over your fate. Talk, little one. Or do not. It really matters little to me."

 

[saltyselki]

If Lark could have scooted even an inch backwards as Idris kneeled astride her legs, she would have. She tried. The most she managed was just rocking her body slightly back into the sheets, meeting resistance from the bed below, and getting pressed back against the rough fur of his powerful haunches. His weighty sac rested nicely in the valley her thighs and pussy made. His cock...

"Fuck! It's growing!" she whispered, regretting it instantly. Her face and upper chest flushed with shame. She could almost hear the girlish astonishment in her tone. She had sworn she would never let another man take her thus, but this wasn't really a man was it. She shook her head, clearing the horrid, lewd thoughts that ran through her mind. What did it taste like? What would those ridges feel like?

All the while Idris watched her, read the thoughts clear on her face, how utterly infuriating! "What I'm imagining is how many hacks it'll take to chop that monstrosity off!" She retorted.

It had already grown to reach the underside of her breasts, Lark prayed to whatever gods hadn't yet forsaken her would stop it where it was. Of course, the Gods seemed to hate her this day.

His cock was still growing, and she was quickly running out of time.

Give him something, she thought, but what assurances did she have if she gave away everything? "Say I talk..." she swallowed, trying hard to not show her nerves, "Will you set me free?"

She could give him the name of the broker. It would mean if she ever escaped from here she'd be on the run, but that was better than being ripped apart and then killed for nothing anyways. She didn't have to tell him that the mythic Ring of Three Wishes was hidden in a secret chamber through a labyrinthian crypt deep below his old fortress. Certainly not that. She didn't have to tell him everything, just something.

 

[saedo]

"Freedom?" Idris chuckled. "My, you do have a high opinion of your value. Sneak in, armed to the teeth, attack my troops, attack me . . . and you expect toy just walk away?"

The minotaur shook his large head. "You are the one who trafficks in artifice, little one. Not I." His thumb stroked her clit, applying enough pressure to make her wince.

"You will be punished for your transgressions, little one. That fact is inescapable. I am Master of the Blackguard. I cannot be who I am -- what I am -- and overlook your actions.

A smile tugged at his cheeks. "And you are no innocent. Look at how you soak these sheets with your own libidinous desire." His finger inside her pressed upward, tickling the inside of her slender canal. "Or how you knowingly snuck into the fortress of the Blackguard armed to kill. No, you knew the consequences if you faltered."

The minotaur slid his finger free of the elf. Was there a note of longing in that last groan of hers? Perhaps she did not revile his intrusion as much as she claimed.

Idris moved his hips, drawing his thick, throbbing cock along her torso. "So no, I will not promise you freedom if you talk. Not now, at least. For now, I will only promise that there will be pain. But you can control how much you must endure."

With his hand still drenched from her pussy, he smeared the goliath cockhead with her nectar. His left hand rested on her hip, holding down her hips lest she try to wriggle away. His right hand guided the enormous tip into her tiny slit.

 

[saltyselki]

"I expected to walk away a rich woman- Ahhh" Lark started to say, but his damned thumb cut her off with a wave of pain, and pleasure. His fingers on her clit were intentionally rough, demanding her attention. Her back arched on the bed, pushing out her glorious breasts and making them jiggle slightly.

Gods! His finger inside of her! She heard frantic panting and almost looked around before she realized the sound was coming from her. She was panting, like a bitch in heat eager to be mounted. She wasn't innocent, she never claimed to be, but she wasn't a whore either. Was she?

A tiny voice slid through her brain, saying exactly that. What a whore she was. He was right, the sheets were wet underneath her ass. Her hips wriggled, but it wasn't to get away. Whatever he was doing to her felt sooo... good. That wasn't right. The books didn't tell her that females took pleasure from sex. Not good girls anyways, only sluts liked sex.

Lark shut the voice out, but she couldn't shut out the feeling trembling inside of her. That feeling would be the undoing of her. If she let herself enjoy this, then the voice would be right. Rather, let it hurt. Pain was understandable, forgivable. Pain was pure. Nobody would blame her for her pain, no one would shame her for it. Pain made her stronger.

"I have no Master," she said slowly with venom, "And if that is your game, then give me Pain." She said the last part staring right into his eyes, goading him. She braced herself for his penetration, but when he finally nudged his tip across her lips she had a moment of doubt.

Her blue eyes widened to their fullest, her fingers gripped the sheets so hard they turned white, and Lark made a soft, keening noise at the pressure of the knob of his cock bearing in on her too tight hole. Real fear, the kind that made you lose hope and despair, flickered in her gaze.

 

[saedo]

The girl continued talking, but Idris ignored her. Her behavior thusfar suggested a substantial amount of arrogance. Perhaps a portion might even be justified; she'd done some damage before being apprehended. But likely it was the same sort of foolish bravado that he saw too often in underlings shortly before they made a fatal mistake. Likely it'd precede her own demise as well.

His focus was instead on finding a suitable angle for her very pink pussy. Fortunately, the feel of his enormous cockhead at her entrance prompted her to cease her prattling for a moment. Instead, breasts rose even higher as she took a deep breath and braced herself.

The flesh around her hole drained in color as it stretched to fit his tremendous girth. A high-pitched noise rose from her face as her eyes went wide. Idris increased the pressure, overcoming her resistance and inching slowly forward. After a short eternity, the entirety of his cockhead disappeared inside.

The girl went from holding her breath to panting heavily as he continued his slow progress. He could have forced a more swift impalement, but he honestly found the tension in her expression too amusing. Despite the obvious discomfort of being stretched beyond any reasonable expectation, the way her pussy fluttered and squished around his swollen pillar suggested that the experience wasn't total agony for her. Though his experience with elves was limited, he'd known plenty of human females who found his size to be an uncomfortable but ultimately desirable attribute. Idris suspected the emotional war on the stranger's face reflected some similar inner debate.

After a short time, his progress could be visibly tracked on her abdomen. Her taut muscles distended around the titanic cylinder currently splitting her in two. "Almost a third," he declared with a lusty rumble. "But we'll get all the way eventually."

 

[saltyselki]

Her body had been braced for a sudden piercing kind of pain, the way Kan warriors braced when they fell on their spears upon failing their mission. She had expected to be torn apart in a savage thrust to her core. She had been ready for that. Almost eager to have it done with.

Instead Idris gave her a slow and thorough invasion. His colossal cock edged forward fraction by excruciating fraction. The veins bulging from his throbbing member like the ridges of a drill furrowing into her flesh.

It hurt, the pain was there, but greater than the pain was a thrumming along the entrance of her hole. A release of muscles wound too tight, massaged and stretched as he filled places she didn't even know could feel empty. The sweet flowing fluid of her own body's natural acceptance of his cock slicked each part of him that entered her. It felt.. something that was not pain, something better than pain. Pleasure.

That voice was back in her head, but this time it recited a mantra that she had memorized in her tutelage. Welcome your Master, body and soul. Receive him as you are his and his alone. Why on earth her mind found that special nugget at this very moment she couldn't say. But something about it fit. He might just fit.

While the realization that she might actually survive this was a good thing, it was also a double-edged blade that meant she might even enjoy it. The one thing she could not abide by.

She squeezed her eyes shut but there was nowhere to hide from that feeling. Find the pain, she said to her self, use it. But the harder she tried to focus on the pain the more the edges between that and the pleasure began to blur. She wanted the pain, so even the pain felt good. Somewhere in that haze she heard Idris chuckle, "we'll get all the way eventually," and she thought she would faint.

"Ahhhh mmmm...More?" She moaned, in her mind it had been a panicked question, or maybe even a 'no more', but it came out sounded more like a request.

 

[saedo]

"Ahhhh . . . mmmm . . . more?" the elf moaned. Her back arched, thrusting the bulge in her abdomen into starker relief. Idris could almost make out the ridges of each vein.

"Yesss," he groaned pleasantly. The girl's pussy was tight. Very tight. Quite pleasingly so. He was already glad he'd not killed her outright.

The bulge in her belly dominated much of her abdomen by the time he struck bottom. Idris grunted as the massive spongy head bumped against the girl's cervix. "No," he grumbled, looking at the inches of thick pillar not yet inside her tight little canal. "That won't do."

The minotaur's shaggy hips pulled back several inches. He then leaned forward, sinking into her again. This time his cockhead struck hard enough to rock her slender body forward. He repeated the process, maintaining a slow but steady pace. It'd take time to batter down that last barrier, but leadership had taught him the value of patience.

 

[saltyselki]

Her very bones felt like they were being bent, her abdomen distended around the defined shape of the massive mushroom head of his cock. Her spread legs were forced to spread further until she was doing the splits and more. She thanked her years of flexibility training for not tearing a groin muscle in the process.

Then her breath hitched and her body jerked violently. "Ahhhhhhhh! You Bastard!" She cried in pain. He bore down on her cervix, nearly a third of him still remained, waiting to be welcomed into her heated little tunnel.

His face above her wore a look of consternation, almost annoyed, but resolved into smiling determination. She glanced away from that look and found herself looking downwards.

She watched his progress as he pulled out. Shiny and slippery, the part of him that had been squeezed inside was sliding back out drenched in her honeyed juices. The aroma of her own arousal swirled in the air. Peaches with a thick overlay of Jasmine and woman.

Her mouth was open, her tongue unconsciously licking at her lips as she watched his super-sized shaft slid its way back inside of her. It hurt less this time. Felt more pleasure this time. The tip of him dragging back across what must have been her g-spot made her eyes glaze over and her head fall back to the bed. Her hair liberated itself from the tight braid and became a rich russet halo around her face.

He breached her cervix yet again and her whole body was rocked, alternating between going rigid and writhing. "Ooooooohh... Ahh!!" She crooned. What was this monstrous thing doing to her?

 

[saedo]

Idris' pattern of slow, steady strokes continued for some time. The elf beneath him screeched at first as each impact rocked her body, bouncing her heavy breasts. But gradually she seemed less hostile to his actions. Sounds of pleasure crept into the vibrato of her moans.

"Such a hungry kitty," he chuckled. "Just loves being stuffed with my cock."

Gradually her cervix began to yield. The minotaur felt the tip of his cock sink ever so slightly deeper with each stroke. Perhaps it was just the constant assault with his fleshy battering ram. But perhaps a part of her wanted it. The way she her body writhed beneath him suggested she was far less resistant to him than her hostile words might suggest.

And then with a squeal from the busty vixen, he was through. His girthy cock sank the remaining inches till his groin sat flush with her own. More honeyed juices oozed around his massive member, coating his skin. Meanwhile, the bulge in her abdomen shifted even higher as his huge knob invaded her womb.

"Finally," he groaned, his breath heavier from the extended effort. "Are all elves so tight?" he remarked. He slid his hips back, but his range of motion was limited. With the enormous cockhead now through her stretched cervix, the broad helm couldn't be pulled back through. The two of them were effectively knotted together.

 

[saltyselki]

He called her a hungry kitten, and it was true. They were fused together like mating cats by the shape of his capped head inside of her incredibly tight womb. Not to mention she was practically purring.

"Thank the Gods I'm not a full elf..." she whispered more to herself.

It felt like he had crammed into every possible corner of her body and broken into the essence of her. He was everywhere inside of her. She had feared it'd be the death of her, but it seemed she was still alive. More than alive, she felt aflame. He pulled back just inches, but it was enough that when he pushed forward again it rekindled all the same sensations.

She threw her head back and forth and mewed a sound that was clearly in pleasure. Then she shook her hair from her face and stared straight up at him in a strange appeal, "Please, untie me, you have me now. I won't fight.. yet."

There was no guile or spite in her tone, she knew it was pointless to struggle now. She couldn't possibly fight efficiently with his arrowhead blooming inside of her, locking them together. She was smart enough not to waste the effort tiring herself out now. She made no promises once he finished however.

 

[saedo]

Idris rested a moment, his massive chest rising and falling with each deep breath. This little elf packed quite the sensational punch with her tight pussy. His cock throbbed within her and his balls felt like lead. He wanted to enjoy this feeling, but his need for release was so strong.

Please, untie me, you have me now. I won't fight.. yet. The girl whispered up I him, her eyes warm and liquid. She seemed almost angelic, though he couldn't recall any angel depictions with tits that size.

Trust is in short supply, little one he rumbled. "I think I like you better this way.

Idris shifted the few inches he could. Knotted together by his oversized cock, the movement was limited. But even that sent electric surges through his body. And soon it was too much.

Roaring like a bull -- how could he not? -- Idris clutched her miscues waist as his cock fountained it's first gush of cum deep into her womb. Thick jets of sticky white followed in rapid succession, quickly filling what little siace was not filled by his enormous cockhead.

When that was exhausted, her little womb began to bulge as it stretched to accommodate the endless flow. Soon her belly swelled like she'd ingested a melon whole. And still he came for another half dozen gushes before his balls finally felt at ease and his cock fell quiet within her.

 

[saltyselki]

The moment when Idris came was like a scene from the ancient mosaics. Head reared back, mane flowing, roaring like a true beast despite all of the carefully curated ways he tried to seem otherwise. Here was his true form. He denied her request to untie her and gave a final thrust that nearly pushed her into her own orgasm.

Her fingertips dug into her palms and her body quaked with the force of him cumming inside of her. Torrent after torrent of his seed blasted into her. It filled her, then it filled her some more. It didn't stop coming. Her stomach welled up as if she was pregnant with his child already. She prayed to any God who would hear her that she wasn't. Her belly button almost popped out she was so full.

And still he kept cumming, when there was no where left to go, it began leaking back out of her, gushing across her thighs, painting her long legs.

Then the tidal wave of seed subsided and his even though he was still thoroughly stuffed inside of her, the blunt hardness of his stiff pole softened and the muscles in her womb and pussy were able to relax.

"Couldn't even wait for me to cum, just like any other man..." Lark quipped sarcastically, but the ire was gone from her voice. Truth was, she was about to and that worried her. Not to mention she was simply exhausted and on the brink of passing out again.

 

[saedo]

Idris remained deep within the elf's womb as the warm pleasure seeped throughout his body. In truth, he'd enjoyed the experience considerably more than he'd anticipated. The elf's arrogant attitude had suggested she'd be a dry, unyielding bitch in bed, but she'd proven quite pleasant indeed.

"Couldn't even wait for me to cum, just like any other man..." the restrained beauty moaned.

Idris smirked. Well, not entirely pleasant.

I don't seem to recall offering to pleasure you, spy," he replied tartly. "But clearly you're enjoying yourself. Are all elves such sluts or is it just you?"

Idris shifted his hips, stroking just a few inches of turgid cock within her. She responded with fresh sounds of an obscene tone.

Grinning, he slid a hand along her cum-swollen belly. The bulging proof of his sexual contest excited him. Just how much more could her little frame take.

His fingers drifted lower, teasing through her curly strip before finding her tender pussy. Still stuffed with his enormous cock, her tender flesh was stretched to amazing proportions.

"Look at your clit," he mused as his finger drew a circle around the throbbing nub. "So swollen . . . . Must be very sensitive . . . " Idris made the circle smaller, nearly touching her clit with each rotation.

 

[saltyselki]

A haze of pleasure blurred her vision, and as much as Lark tried to hold on to her spitefulness she couldn't stop herself from moaning like a slut. 'Sluts', he said to her, yes maybe it was all elves, just a genetic flaw from her poor elven mother. Lark knew it was absurd, but anything was better than her truly enjoying this feeling, this fucking. 'Or is it just you...' he finished, and she moaned again.

"Ahhhh.. mmmm.." her hips ground down into the base of his cock still seated deep inside of her. Oh Gods. She was a fucking slut.

"Are all minotaurs so quick, or just you?" she said when she found her voice. Again, she didn't actually want him to fuck her longer.. or did she? She didn't really want him to make her cum... or did she? She definitely wanted to goad him. Make him angry. Angry people made mistakes.

Her stomach bulged with his seed still, enough of it to fill a wine barrel swirled in her womb. His cock plugged most of it, keeping it inside of her as he rubbed his hand along the swell of her belly and down.

The haze she had been in sharpened with an intake of breath as he brushed past her clit, then around in a circle. She knew women had a clitoris, that it played a part in sex and keeping her lubricated, but she hadn't never even touched it herself. She had no idea was he was doing but she knew if he kept doing it she would be in trouble.

He wasn't wrong, her clit was exquisitely sensitive. Pulsing, a pinpoint for her pleasure that he rotated around, never nearing. Instinctively she pushed her hips to force his fingertip to graze her clit even as she cried out, "Stop!"

 

[saedo]

"Are all minotaurs so quick, or just you?"

Idris snorted. "Big talk from such a tiny thing." Foolish, he immediately thought. She shouldn't be getting under his skin. Yet she was, which was slightly curious. He didn't usually give a damn about prisoners.

Of course, he didn't usually fuck the prisoners, either. But mere lust didn't fully explain his mood. No, it wasn't just that she was a good lay.

Idris realized that on some level, he liked her. She was an arrogant little bitch who had definitely invaded his base of operation with nefarious intent. But she had skills to have gotten this far and she'd been brave to even attempt it.

He kept his finger going in lazy circles. Despite her attempt at disinterest, her body told a far different story. The warm trickle of her nectar around his cock had definitely increased. She was warmer to the touch, as well. And the way she moved her hips . . . . Oh, she was definitely turned on.

For that matter, so was he. His cock began to harden inside her yet again. So he kept up the clit tease despite her demands otherwise.

"You're going to cum for me," he murmured confidently. "Don't try to fight it. You're going to cum hard. Because I won't stop until you do."

 

[saltyselki]

The idea of making her cum on his cock that was already stiffening again inside of her was the cruelest thing in Lark's mind. Who needed torture implements and starvation when he could simply ruin her whole sense of self worth.

Cumming against her will, experiencing what would be her first real orgasm at his monstrous hands, was unbearable. More than her dignity, she knew that if he made her cum, she would lose her self control. She would give in to the urges rising in her, telling her to fuck back, moan loader, beg for more, give herself to him. That thought was thoroughly terrifying, and fuck him if he thought she wasn't going to fight it.

"I hope you're prepared to fuck me for days then," she stared directly into his eyes, "Because I will NEVER cum for you."

She wouldn't be played like a flute under his fingers, she vowed to herself not to sing for him in that way.

And yet, his fingers. His cock. Fuck, she thought. She bit her lip harder and squeezed her eyes shut, hiding her face in her hair. Anything to distract her from what he was doing. Her pussy gripped him as tight as a vice. She felt every heartbeat pumping blood to the area. Her legs were quaking with the tremendous effort it took to push down the rising tide inside of her.

She let herself moan, louder than she wanted, "Uhhhhhnn..." Her head tossed around as she felt the entire length of him fill her again.

 

[saedo]

"I hope you're prepared to fuck me for days then, because I will NEVER cum for you."

Idris smirked. Brave, but arrogant. "Listen to the little bird chirp. Such a bold and naughty song."

It was a combination he was much used to. The Blackguard often attracted individuals with outsized attitudes. It's often what made them outcasts from more "respectable" organizations. As such, a certain tolerance was required.

But only to a point. To be bold in the face of danger was good. To be unable to recognize one's defeat was foolish. And this elf was verging on that.

Already her moans had intensified. The nectar trickling out of her cunt was soaking his hefty scrotum. She continued to writhe beneath him as his thickened cock bulged along her abdomen up to her cum-stuffed womb. And each time his finger neared her clit, her thighs began to tremble. Oh, she was so very close.

"Maybe you're right," Idris conceded. "Maybe you will never cum for me . . . because I won't let you."

He chuckled at her expression. "Yes, you've held out against my teasing for several minutes. Another minute or so and you'll cum for sure. But what if I don't? What if I keep you right here?" His fingers slowed ever so slightly, diminishing the stimulation for her. "What if I keep you aching for more, but never give it to you? How much longer can you stand not cumming, little bird? Five minutes? Ten? How much longer till you're begging me for it?"

 

[saltyselki]

Her breath came in short, puffy gasps, and as he intentionally avoided her clit she nearly jumped each time he came close causing her amble breasts to jiggle. Her hardened nipples strained in the air as she arched her back, unable to resist squirming below him. Maybe saying never was a bit cocky on her end, but she wasn't entirely knowledgeable in her own limits. Surely resisting orgasm couldn't be that hard?

She nearly cursed out loud when all of a sudden he slowed his touch. Wait, that was good, right? She didn't want him to keep up that deliberate, delicious pace he had been following. The tightening inside of her released, not in orgasm, but with an unsatisfying emptiness. She was still quivering but the brink hadn't come and she was edged back down.

Her body was frustrated, flushed, burning for more. It was certainly uncomfortable, but he was underestimating her stubbornness if he thought she would not just cum for him, but beg him to make her cum.

She laughed. It was a girlish laugh, not one she ever let anyone hear, a playful, teasing giggle. "What if I make you a bet, name your length of time, you will never hear me beg..." an eyebrow arched invitingly.

"If I'm wrong, I'll eagerly cum for you and I'll tell you who hired me, if I'm right..." she glanced at her wrists that were getting chaffed and raw.

Lark watched Lord Idris consider her ploy. She couldn't decide if he was toying with her. She knew at the very least he enjoyed her body, but was he doing it in the name of torture, simply indulging himself, or something more? There were certainly other more efficient ways he could attempt to wring the information out of her. He could have left this part up to one of his minions as well. So self indulgence was likely a part of it, but that chuckle. The way his eyes watched her reaction. He wanted to make her cum.