“No.”
“What?” it looks like the elf hadn’t even considered that he might give this answer.
“You’re right, I’m evil,” Aaralon said. “And you may have gone off on your own, but my magic beat you easily.” He grabbed roughly at her breast. “I can rape you any time I want, use you any way I choose. So, we’re not going to live together and pretend we’re equals.”
The elf began to speak, but Aaralon said a quick spell. Around her neck, a black collar formed. “You’re my slave.” he finished.
The elf’s face shifts through a number of expressions, but finally settles on a look of evil hunger. The idea seems to inspire her, and she looks at Aaralon with a new respect. “Yes… master. I’m your servant, your slut, your bitch, your fuckslave.”
“Good. Let’s go back to your companions – and mine.” The elf reached for her clothes, but Aaralon shook his head. “No.”
“Huh?”
“I own you. I own these ripe titties–” he tugged at her nipple “-this tight cunt-” his fingertips stroked across it “-and this pert little ass-” she yelped as a finger slipped into a hole he hadn’t yet explored “-and for now, I want to put it on display. So carry your clothes, but don’t cover up until I say so.”
She blushed in humiliation, but the thought seemed to turn her on even more.
The pair of them returned to the clearing, where the captured wizards were still being eagerly raped by the wood elves. The wood elf leader turned angrily as Aaralon entered, but the mage was still riding high from his eager fucking, the thrill of the woman’s submission. A blast of magic threw the leader across the clearing, and knocked down the others.
“I’m in charge now!” he said, summoning a small fireball to spin over his hand. “Any objections?”
The stunned elves shook their heads. “Good,” he said, banishing the fireball and surveying his new followers. This was what he’d become a wizard for – power, the power to shape the world to his whims and to have any woman that caught his eye.
His nude elf slave walked over to Aura and spread the lips of her well-fucked pussy. “Will you take these stuck up high elf bitches, master? Elf on elf meetings are rarely fertile, but your strong human seed should knock them up. I used a charm to stop that,” she adds, placing a hand on her flat belly, “but if you want to breed me, that’s your choice.” |