Captured by the Fey

[haremfaery]

Elizabeth (Libby to her family, Liz to her friends) was weeding in the old walled off garden of the old family home. It had once been a farm, but most of the land had been sold off. Her parents turned the place into a B&B after her grandparents died. It was an old farmhouse that had been added onto and modernized over the generations but still had the old carriage house in back now used as a garage and storage and the original low stone-walled garden where her mother grew fresh herbs in an English knot garden, and flowers for the public areas of the B&B. There was a small vegetable garden, too. Liz's mother had a green thumb. Liz did not.

Liz's talents were musical. She sang and played piano and violin. While she played classical music in a quartet making extra money playing for weddings, her love was fiddle music. Liz identified with her Irish grandmother's roots. She had her grandmother's red hair and green eyes and a smattering of freckles.

She was home for the summer from college and helping out. She finished her weeding and decided to take a quick dunk in the pond to cool off before dinner. She grabbed a towel from the house and went to the pond. She stripped out of her cut-offs and tank top and waded into the cool water.

 

[wickedpen]

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[cgraven]

When the newcomers, the ones they would call Irish came from the Gaelic lands across the seas to the east. The Tana-Due fled these barbarians some retreated to their lairs underground and where simply became the Fae, the people that lived under the hill. They caused unending mischief over the centuries, taking human babies and leaving changelings in their place. The Banshee whose beauty was so breath taking the mere sight of them could kill a human or enchant them beyond belief. Yet all Fae where land bound creatures there were Merrow but whoever possessed their cohuleen druith could hold them bound in human form.

Yet these are the Fae that stayed in the old country many more went across the seas to the west to a new land. Here they found a war like people but a people that respected nature and the unexplained. They attempted to plaquette them. If they killed a deer for food they gave thanks to the animals’ spirit and the spirit world. Here the Fae had other names the thunder spirits, At-o-sis the serpent, Lox the mischief maker, and Puckish Mik-a-mwes. But the worst of all the New World Fae was the Chenoo.

These Chenoo where haters of humanity for they remembered being driven from their homed by the Gallic. They were said to have a heart of ice and no feelings, well from a human standpoint that is. Legend, and myth held that they were ugly beyond belief, but like the banshee this was far from the truth. They lured unsuspecting humans by their cunning and beauty.

Divan was one such Chenoo he stood 5 foot 11. His hair was coal black and wavy. His build was slender but athletic . He had been watching the girl for the last week and had decided that his young redhead beauty with the stunning green eyes would be his next victim. He had listened to her play the violin and decided that that would be his lure.

The soft haunting strains of a violin came drifting across the late afternoon it caressed and called to the young girl.

 

[haremfaery]

Liz cocked her head. A light breeze had spring up. She caught a whiff lavender from the garden and ... and ... it was almost as if she could hear music, violin music. Or was it just the breeze and birdcall? She got out of the water and toweled off. She pulled her shorts and tank top on over her damp underwear.

She heard the music again. This time, she was sure it was violin music. She decided to go in search of this mysterious violin player. It would be fun to have someone nearby to play with. What were the chances that two violin players would be so close to each other? She headed a long the path through th trees that led to a small meadow before you got to the McMansions on the other side. Maybe it was coming from there.

She didn't have her phone with her, but no matter. She'd be back in plenty of time for lunch. She went off through the trees humming a counterpoint to the haunting melody in search of the violin player.

 

[cgraven]

The haunting strains of Divan’s violin seemed to form misty fingers that curled around Elizabeth senses, calling her. The melody that came floating across the meadows and forest was an old Irish tune that origins had been lost in the mists of time. It was a haunting memory of a tune her grandmother use to hum to her.

Elizabeth must have appeared like a Sprite, a child of nature as she went in hunt of the source of the haunting violin tune and its performer. Her red hair a fiery halo that framed her angelic face. Her shorts and tank top clung to her wet skin like a second skin actuating her figure. Elizabeth long shapely legs were bare as she had been swimming.

Divan could feel the girl approaching yet he remained setting on a log playing his violin. She was near now very near now, he looked up a roughish twinkle in his eyes. His bow stilled and he gave Elizabeth a charming smile. “Sure, it is a bonnie day. Is it not Miss?” He then began to play again giving no hint of what he had planned for this gorgeous young human.

To describe Divan as handsome would be an understatement with that twinkle in his eye, his coal black wavy hair, and swarthy looks there was nothing less than a dark beauty about him that took one’s breath away. Again, his bow stilled; “Do you live about here Miss.” His voice was light and lyrical with a bit of an Irish brough. Slowly Divan engaged the gorgeous young redhead inn conversation.

 

[haremfaery]

The violinist was the handsomest man Lis had ever seen. His dark good looks reminded her of Healthcliff or some other gothic character. Yet, he wasn't brooding. In fact, he seemed amused. Oh, and his accent, she could just melt when he spoke. She couldn't tell his age, late twenties perhaps, although sometimes he looked older. It depended how the light hit him. When he smiled, he definitely looked younger.

"Yes, a lovely day." She smiled. "I live just over the meadow, in the big farmhouse." She pointed out the way she had come. "I play violin, too. Who would guess that I'd come across a stranger playing such a lovely tune out here in the meadow of all places?"

She looked around to see if anyone else was there, but it was just the two of them. "Where do you live? I've never seen you before, or heard you play. You should come back to the house with me. My mom always has a fresh pot of coffee and something to eat. Then I can get my violin and we can play together." She suggested.

 

[cgraven]

"Yes, a lovely day." Elizabeth smiled and her stunning emerald green eyes sparkled. "I live just over the meadow, in the big farmhouse." The gorgeous little redhead pointed out the way she had come. "I play violin, too. Who would guess that I'd come across a stranger playing such a lovely tune out here in the meadow of all places?" The girl’s voice was light and lyrical as she spoke. There was a certain naïve innocent to her that Divan could not wait to despoil and pervert this young beauty for his own pleasure. Oh, how he loved seducing young human beauties, and oh he loved awakening darken and hidden passions in the most innocent of them. And he had a feeling that this young Miss would be as innocent as the morning dew.

“Ah you might say I am a wondering musician, a strolling troubadour, if you like.” He smiled as he spoke his eyes dancing with merriment and a mischievous gleam. “Ah it is a bold one Miss that you are inviting a man to sup who you have just met and without him even knowing your name.” He let his voice trail off leaving a pointed pause lingering between them.

With any luck she would give him her name. Now name’s were powerful things and knowing his victim name would allow him to better set his trap for the young girl.

 

[haremfaery]

Liz smiled at the handsome violinist. The twinkle in his eye made him seem perpetually amused by something. Her? "Pardon many bad manners, my mother raised me better. I'm Elizabeth, Liz to my friends. And I live with my parents, so it's not like we'd be alone in the house." She smiled. "Besides, it's not like you're an ax murderer." She laughed.

She looked him over again. He was damn handsome. "You haven't told me your name. Do you live in the new development over there? My family once owned all this land. Over time it was sold off. Then even the small farm was too much work. The family tried a few other things, even went to work off the farm, but kept this small patch of land. My grandmother made it a boarding house. My grandmother turned it into a B&B. We may sell off the meadow at some point, but for now it's ours."

 

[cgraven]

When asked her name the charming young redhead blushed and apologized; "Pardon my bad manners, my mother raised me better, I'm Elizabeth, Liz to my friends. And I live with my parents, so it's not like we'd be alone in the house." She smiled warmly. "Besides, it's not like you're an ax murderer." Elizabeth laughed her emerald green sparkling with merriment. So, her name was Elizabeth. Divan smiled to himself, he now had the girl’s name, and therefore the first step in the spell that would seal this young human beauty’s fate. Now he needed something of hers, something personal.

"You haven't told me your name. Do you live in the new development over there? My family once owned all this land. Over time it was sold off……..” Divan was only half listening to this ravishing beauty as she babbled on about the land her family once owned. “No, I do not live there as I said I am a wondering musician, a strolling troubadour. The road is my home and I take my rest in the green woods where I can find it.” Divan still had not given Liz his name. “You said you were a violinist. Play me a song then.” He extended his violin and bow to the young redhead. With luck a copper red hair would be caught in the instrument and he would have the essence of the girl so he could weave and cast his spell. Then she would be his to do with her as he pleased.

Oh, how Divan looked forward to stripping away each layer of this stunning young Miss away and awakening darker pleasure within her. He looked forward to making her his sexual concubine and slave. Her life as she knew it would soon be nothing but a memory. All she hoped for and love would be gone.

 

[haremfaery]

Liz took the violin from the man. She made a few experimental notes and found it to be perfectly tuned. She played a bit of an old folk song to warm up then went into an Irish reel. The violin was amazing, sometimes she felt like it was playing itself. Her fingers flew along the neck. Her bow danced along the strings. In fact, she danced around the meadow as she played. She played faster and faster, one song flowing into the next, until finally she could play no more.

She stood catching her breath, her chest heaving. "What a wonderful instrument! Thank you for letting me play it. I hope I did it justice." She handed the violin back. She ran her fingers through her hair, it was windblown from her dancing. "Shall we go back to the house and get something to eat?" She grinned and held her hand out to him.

She wasn't generally this forward, but there was something about this guy. She could really fall hard for him.

 

[cgraven]

Divan watched Elizabeth reverently took the violin. Little could the young redhead know that it was a magical instrument. She bowed a few experimental notes and found that it was perfectly tuned, not nearly perfect but in fact perfectly tuned. She played a bit of an old folk song to warm up then went into an Irish reel. Faster and faster the gorgeous young redhead played, bowing the instrument with rapid bowing.

Divan watched as his violin slowly entranced the young beauty Its vibrant notes entwining around the young girl’s will until it was the violin playing Elizabeth. She danced around the meadow as she played her copper red hair flowing in the afternoon breeze, a firry halo around her angelic face. She danced and pranced like a young nymph in her joy and innocence.

Finally, she could play no more and merely stood there in the afternoon sun, her chest heaving, straining against the material of her blouse, catching her breath. There was no doubt that Liz was a gorgeous young creature. "What a wonderful instrument! Thank you for letting me play it. I hope I did it justice." Divan smiled “That she is.” Liz ran her fingers through her hair, it was windblown from her dancing. It was a slow natural sensual movement. She smiled "Shall we go back to the house and get something to eat?" She grinned and held her hand out to him.

Divan took Liz’s hand in both of his. “Such a forward young Lass that you are Elizabeth.” His smile was infectious as he teased her. “There is nothing more that I would love my girl”. He paused a sad smile creased his face. “But I have promised a mate that I would lunch with him.” Divan raised Liz’s hands to his lips and kissed the palm of her hand. “Until Later Elizabeth.” He let her hand fall from his as he backed away.

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There was much to do to ensnare this young human beauty, the spell must be cast. If cast in the brightness of the full moon she would fall in love with him for all time. Yet cast in a new moon or a waning moon she would be trapped as his sexual slave for all times. It was only three days till the new moon.

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It was late on the night of the new moon, the only lights in the sky were those of the stars the moon was dark awaiting its rebirth with the coming of the full moon. It was in this dark ness that Divan took the Liz’s hair from the violin and placed them in a stone bowl, her name written in the old ruins. He set them a fire and picked up the violin and played a haunting melody that called to Liz. It called her to a cruel fate

 

[haremfaery]

Elizabeth blushed all the way back to her house. She could still feel his kiss on her palm. It was so romantic and intimate. She'd always been attracted to older men, and this was one reason why. They really knew how to charm a girl. Plus, he played violin! It was then she realized he'd never told her his name. But he said, "Until later." Maybe he would stop by her house later.

But the handsome violinist didn't stop by that night or the next few nights. Nor was he in the meadow where they first met. Liz went back every day, but he was never there.

She accepted that it was a one time thing and she'd never see the violinist again.

The night of the new moon was a warm one, but not so warm that the AC was on. Liz went to bed with the windows wide open. She wore a green cotton nightie with spaghetti straps and lace across the top and bottom.

She was sound asleep dreaming of the handsome violinist. He was playing for her in the meadow like before. She got out of bed in a half-dream following the music. She went downthe stairs and out the back door in her bare feet. She walked across the yard and onto the path that lead to the meadow.

The night was dark although the stars shone brightly above. She somehow was able to walk without a flashlight wihtout stumbing or stepping on anything sharp.

She made her way easily to the stump inn the meadow where she had met the handsome violinist. And there he was playing a haunting melody that was at once strange and familiar. She stopped in front of him blinking as she came out of her dream.

 

[cgraven]

Divan smiled as he saw Elizabeth coming through the woods to the meadow. The young redheaded beauty enthralled by the haunting strains of the music and the spell he had cast to ensnare the innocent beauty. She came to him in an al most trance like state, she moved as if in a dream bare footed wearing her green nightgown. He smiled up at her as he played, and her eyes cleared as she realized where she was.

“It is good to see you again Liz.” He struck of a peppy real. “Dance Liz, dance.” The music wrapped around Liz’s senses and began to build to a blinding crescendo calling her to dance in the dark of the moon. Divan led Liz through the meadow and to the west and a low-lying hill.

The hill seemed to rise to meet Divan and the dancing whirling copper haired beauty. If by magic the entrance to a cave opened to greet them. The portal did not appear to be just a natural cave, but it was flanked by stone columns and a bright light from within shown and the sounds of a body party were heard.

Divan led Liz within the hill and as they passed through the portal it closed behind them and the young beauty found herself standing surrounded by a group of the most handsome men and women she had ever seen. Divan struck the last note of his devilish reel as he turned to Liz. He slipped the spaghetti straps of her nightgown from her shoulder. “What are you hiding under that gown my pretty?” he slipped the other strap of the young redhead’s gown from her shoulder.

 

[haremfaery]

Liz's dreamlike state lifted for a moment when the music stopped, but then the violinist played a reel and urged her to dance. She followed him like the children followed the pied piper. She danced and leaped and spun about. Dancing to the music made her happy. She would follow the handsome man wherever he led, across the meadow, downhill and up again until she stood before a cave.

Liz paused long enough in her dance to see the cave was not a cave so much as a doorway between two columns. But how could that be? There wasn't a place like this on her family's land.

Once over the threshold, Liz came to herself completely as the man played the last note of his enthralling song. She was surrounded by beautiful men and handsome women. Their skin, hair, and eyes ran the gamut of human colors, but some were nothing like a human's at all. Blue skin, pale as the moon, lapis skin, jade skin, skin like burnished brass. Hair in all the colors of the rainbow with eyes to match.

Their clothing was a mix of eras and cultures, textures and fabrics, although some wore nothing more than a wisp of gossamer making them look somehow more naked than if they wore nothing at all.

The violinist himself looked even more handsome. And less human.

He slipped the spaghetti straps of her nightgown from her shoulder. “What are you hiding under that gown my pretty?” he slipped the other strap of the young redhead’s gown from her shoulder.

Liz stepped back and bumped into another handsome man blocking her from moving farther. "Where are we? Why did you bring me here?" She pulled one of her straps up and crossed her arms over her breasts. Now that the music stopped she felt like she was waking from a dream. And yet, the dream continued. She felt anxiety rising as she looked around for a way out. Why had she followed this man. Was this some sort of cult?

"Who are you? Who are any of you?" She looked around again and stepped away from the man behind her to find her way blocked by a woman with golden skin and copper hair wearing jodhpurs and a riding jacket. "Please," Liz begged. "I want to go home."

 

[cgraven]

The entrance to this strange underground kingdom slowly closed behind Divan as he played, and Liz danced in wild abandon. Once over the threshold of this strange underground kingdom, Liz came to herself completely as the Divan played the last note of his enthralling song. The young redheaded beauty found herself surrounded by a strange collection of individuals. These beautiful men and handsome women amazed Liz their skin, hair, and eyes ran the gamut of colors, some were nothing like humans at all. She was greeted by blue skin, pale as the moon, lapis skin, jade skin, skin like burnished brass and copper. Their hair colors where every shade of the rainbow with haunting eyes to match. Their clothing was a mix of eras and cultures, textures and fabrics. Yet others wore nothing more than a wisp of gossamer fabrics making them look somehow more naked than if they wore nothing at all. Though Liz was some how more vulnerable than they were even though she was dressed in a green night gown.

Divan slipped the spaghetti straps of her nightgown from her shoulder. “What are you hiding under that gown my pretty?” he slipped the other strap of the young redhead’s gown from her shoulder. A cold fire blazed in Liz’s eyes as stepped back and bumped into another handsome man blocking her from moving farther. "Where are we? Why did you bring me here?" She pulled one of her straps up and crossed her arms over her breasts. "Who are you? Who are any of you?" Liz demanded as she stepped away from the man behind her to find her way blocked by a woman with golden skin and copper hair wearing jodhpurs and a riding jacket. No matter which way Liz turned her way was blocked. It sound became apparent that all avenues of escape had been closed off to her. She now felt hands reaching out and caressing her supple young body. Those hands began taking indecent liberties with her.

“Shall we see you in all your naked glory.” It was not so much a question but a statement of what her fate would be. Divan once again slipped the straps of Liz’s night gown from her shoulders. “Shall you remove your night gown or shall I arrange for it to be removed.” All the charm and teasing conversation was gone, and Divan’s contents had taken on a more menacing appearance.

 

[haremfaery]

Liz looked aoruind for a way out, or at least a way to get away from these beautiful, yet cruel creatures. She did not see pity in any of their eyes. There was amusement, anticipation, even disinterest, but no pity or concern.

The violinist was as handsome as ever, but his countenance had taken a darker turn. She should probably have complied, but that wasn't in her nature when someone was bullying her. "I don't even know your name, I certainly am not getting naked in front of you and all your ... friends." She spat out the last word. If she were honest with herself, she would have happily gotten naked for him, had they been alone and he was acting like the charming musician from the meadow.

"I don't even know your name, or where we are. Or who these people are." The color rose in her face with her anger. "I am not removing anything except myself from your presence."

 

[cgraven]

"I don't even know your name; I certainly am not getting naked in front of you and all your ... friends." She spat out the last word. Divan smiled he loved Liz’s firry temper and outburst. There was an emerald green fire in her eyes as she continued. "I don't even know your name, or where we are. Or who these people are."

“Divan and these are my people.” He said rather off hand as he swept the area with his hand to encompass all. “……and you are in my kingdom the land of the Faye.” He saw the astonished look that Liz gave him. His claim could reasonable dismissed as made ramblings if it were not for the people that surrounded her and their astonishing appearance. “Go see if you can find your way out no one will stop or hinder you.”

These strange people had surround Liz and their hands had taken the must indecent liberties with her but as Divan spoke they backed off and Elizabeth was free to explore and to find her way out of Divan’s kingdom.

 

[haremfaery]

Land of the Fae? Like faeries? No one looked like Tinderbell or elves, except for a few with pointed ears. But those were all stories. They couldn't be real. But they were. Liz was more frightened than she had ever been.

Liz ran to the pillars but the door was no longer there. "This is a trick. The door is gone! Bring it back! I know the doorway is the way home." She felt around the columns to see if there was a trigger or some mechanism to open a door for her. She couldn't find anything.

She turned on Divan. "You brought me here against my will. You have to send me home." She looked around at the others trying to find a sympathetic face. She paced, her face flushed with anger. "This isn't fair! You can't keep me here!"

 

[cgraven]

Liz was taken aback by what Divan had said and claimed. He could see her rational mind warring with what her own eyes showed her and her skepticism screaming this can’t be true. Liz bolted and ran to the two columns that had flanked the cavern’s entrance. "This is a trick. The door is gone! Bring it back! I know the doorway is the way home." The young redhead was desperate her mind seemed to reject what her eyes told her. Liz’s temper flared and she turned on Divan. "You brought me here against my will. You have to send me home." The young beauty searched the crowd searching sympathetic face but found none. She paced like a caged tigress; her face flushed with anger. "This isn't fair! You can't keep me here!"

“I did not bring you here Elizabeth you came of your own will you followed me, you followed the music.” He again picked up his fiddle for that was its appearance now, a simple country folks’ fiddle. Diva struck bow to fiddled and began to Play a lively gig. The music curled around Liz it seemed to call to her, called her to dance. Around her these strange folks began to dance and frolic. The more they danced the more sexual they became. Then they turned their attentions to Liz.

They took Liz’s hands in theirs, dancing and whirling with her as this wild crazed gig continued. Liz felt hands and body’s caressing and tempting her and on went the crazed magical dance.

 

[haremfaery]

"I did not come here of my own free will! You played music and lured me here. You cast a spell!" She stamped her foot.

Divan started playing again. Liz fought pull of the music but she was no match for it. Her anger was replaced by mild euphoria. She began to dance. She touched hands and embraced many of the people as they passed each other in their dance. The dance was frenzied at first but then it slowed to a more sensuous melody. Hands reached out to caress her at first softly, then more and more boldly, kissing, groping, pinching, tweaking. Pushing her nightgown up and the straps down. She didn't know when, but at some point it and her panties were stripped away.

Divan played faster. Liz danced and whirled, as fleet as any nymph. The others made a ring around her watching as she danced with abandon, the music thoroughly entranced her. She didn't know how long she danced. There was no moon to rise or fall. The stars stood still. She finally collapsed in a heap at Divan's feet breathing hard. The trance left her.

"Will you have me dance myself to death?" She vaguely remembered a fairy tale where someone joined the faeries dancing on a hill, and when the sun rose, he was on old man and all his family and friends were long dead.

 

[cgraven]

Divan played a lively gig, the notes of the music curled around Liz like fingers of mist. It seemed to call to Elizabeth, called her to dance. Once more the magical strains of the music seemed to create a mild euphoria state in the winsome you redheaded beauty. At first the gig was wild and lively, and Liz danced in wild abandon with the folks under the hill. Yet slowly the notes changed to a sensually seductive melody and so did the conduct of her dance partners. As the music had become sensually seductive so did the now bold caresses of her dance partners. They formed a ring around her watching as she danced with abandon, the music thoroughly entranced Liz. Their hands reached out to caress the young redhead, at first softly, then more and more boldly, kissing, groping, pinching, tweaking Liz’s supple young body. They Pushed Liz’s nightgown up and the straps down and as she danced the gown fluttered to the floor followed by Liz’s panties.

Divan smiled as the young human redhead danced naked prancing like a young nymph. She was gorgeous sensual and seductive as she danced. When finally, he set his bow aside Elizabeth her trance now broken sank to her knees naked as the day she was born. She gasped trying to catch her breath. Her gorgeous young body glistening in a fine sheen of sweat for the wild abandon of her dancing. "Will you have me dance myself to death?" Liz gasped as she turned her stunning green eyes to Divan.

“Oh, I have no desire for you to die my naked beauty but to entertain us.” An evil grin bowed Divan’s lips as he again struck bow to fiddle, and again despite her own will Liz rose and began to dace. On and on Liz danced until she was near exhaustion at which point the young girl found her body being lifted high in the air carried on the shoulders of the crowd that had danced with her. They bore her to a stone alter, drew her hands above her head and bound Liz’s hands with ivy vines. Liz’s legs were spread wide and her ankles bound with ivy. The music slowly faded, and Divan was standing above her.

“How many men have you lied with Elizabeth?” as he spoke he ran a single finger down her luscious young body. His dark golden hazel eyes captured her soft emerald green eyes. “ How many?”

 

[haremfaery]

Liz was exhausted from her enforced dancing. She had no fight left in her when she was borne to the altar and tied with vines. "Are you going to sacrifice me?" Images from horror movies of virgins being gutted by some high priest flooded her mind. But she was no virgin.

Then Divan asked her, “How many men have you lain with Elizabeth?” as he spoke he ran a single finger down her luscious young body. His dark golden hazel eyes captured her soft emerald green eyes. “ How many?”

Perhaps the fact that she wasn't a virgin would upset his plans and he'd let her go. "Three. I've been with three men." She struggled feebly against her bonds. She remembered the awkward fumbling with the boy she gave her virginity to in high school. And then the guy she dated all through her freshman year. And finally the man she considered her first real lover. A grad student that helped her explore her sexuality. But he graduated and took a job on the other side of the country. But they all seemed long ago and far away compared to her current predicament.

 

[cgraven]

“Three Elizabeth?” Divan smile as he looked down on the bound and naked young beauty. “Well at least we will not have any tears about your lost virginity.”

Oh, he was wicked as he once more picked up his bow. A dark sultry melody drifted through the cavern. Once more these strange and beautiful people gathered around Liz. Their hands caressed her gorgeous naked young body, lips brushed her flawless skin, crushed to her moist ripe lips, as the silky, unseen, strains of the melody curled around Liz binding her will as the vines bound her supple young body. Those that surrounded Liz became more bolder, more sensual as now lips bent to her breasts, inhaled her nipples to suckle them, lazily circled her areolas until they were puffy little pillows crown d by pebble hard throbbing nipples.

The Melody faded; Divan crawled between Liz’s widespread thighs. His hands were around her slender waist, he thrust his hips forward as he took Elizabeth. It would have been easy for Divan to simply and brutally rape Liz but he wanted more for the stunning young redhead and so he began to seduce her with his body.

 

[haremfaery]

Liz fell into a sensual lethargy as Divan played and the beautiful creatures touched and caressed her. She became more and more aroused twisting and turning against her bonds trying to get away from the hands on her body, but part of her wanting them to touch her more.

Divan stopped playing but the sensual spell lingered as he moved between Liz's legs and slowly began thrusting into her yielding body. She gasped and moaned. Divan's cock filled her as no previous lover's had. She felt an orgasm rising despite all the people around her.