He deals you a ringing slap that spins you round and drops you onto your knees. You’re too stunned to reply before he steps up behind you, puts his hands on your shoulders and forces you onto all fours.
“Bitch,” he says coldly. “Do you truly think your crude display would interest me. Human women are wanton trollops, eager to spread their fat legs for one of the superior races.” He places his hands on your buttocks. “You do not even make good whores, for without supervision you would couple with anyone who wanted you.” He gathers a bunch of my your dress in each hand and tears it off, exposing your body to him. “You would even lay with the beasts of the woodlands, for you are scarcely better than they.”
He thrusts into your cunt, hard. It would have been painful, but his cock is thin by human standards, and something about his constant stream of insult and contempt, and the shock of his assault, is turning you on. You are angry enough to kill him, but you thrust back against his bony hips. “I might as well be fucking a beast myself, some cow with fat, jiggling udders. You are no more than an animal, a bitch in heat driven to rut.”
He pulls his cock out of you with a wet slurp, and uses his tight grip on your ass cheeks to pull them apart. You realised what he plansd as he lines up his cock with your puckered anus. You cry out in protest at the feel of his warm cockhead nestled against your hole. He just laughs, and thrusts in against your resistance, making you cry even louder.
He begins to shift between your pussy and your ass, moving every few thrusts. As his fucking became ever more frantic, and idea occurs to you.
“Don’t cum inside my pussy!” you say urgently between ragged breaths. A part of you is genuinely concerned by the possibility, remembering stories of half-elf changelings, but another, dirtier part knows that saying it will only encourage him, and that part is eager for the bitter-sweet sting of more of his insults and the furious thrusts that accompany them.
He doesn't disappoint. “You dare command me? A bitch like you is good only for breeding. You should be honoured to receive my seed! I will grant you the chance to let a child of the greater race suckle at your tits!” A moment later he makes good on his promise, pulling his cock from your ass and slipping it into your slit, he tenses within your molten depths and fires a burst of seed into you.
When he has finished pumping his elven cum into your womb he releases his grip on your ass, and you collapse to the ground on your knees, your face and breasts against the floor, your cum-filled pussy and ass sticking up in the air. He leans against the wall for a moment, catching his breath. Then, with a calm that belies his earlier passion, he picks up the remains of your dress and uses it to wipe himself clean, before re-buckling his armour. “I will not stop you entering the city,” he snaps, before striding back to his post without so much as a backwards glance.
You stand up shakily, still aroused and painfully aware you haven't cum. Although you now have a way round the guards, a bigger problem stops you from entering the city. Your dress is now little more than damp rags, stained with sweat and cum. So how are you, completely naked, going to enter the great elven city with out being raped (although given your experience with the guard, you wondered if you might enjoy that), arrested or enslaved? |