She let out a high moan as Nariel bent her down on all fours, digging his fingers into her breasts as he ploughed into her from behind like… like she was a bitch, she thought, the elf’s words echoing in her mind. It was not an unpleasant though.
Her cry was drowned out, however, by the cacophony of moans, curses and inarticulate begging that came from the scene in front of her as Rodrik claimed and violated her previously unused asshole, and Altima shrieked in the princess’s own voice. The sight filled her with desire, and she wondered how long it would be before she could experience a cock shoved in her body’s doubtless well trained rear passage.
“The task is this,” Nariel whispered, his almost tender tone at odds with his words and the brutality of his fucking. “I’ve learned that our old friend Vaugir has made a lair for himself in an old ruin near here. He has an item I require, and a new slave-girl that I want. Of course, he’s hardly likely to hand them over to me. And stealing them will be difficult when you factor in his guards and magic. Which is where you come in, of course.”
He tugged hard at her nipple, sending a fresh thrill of pleasure through her. His bitch – who was still unsure of her identity – wondered if she should say something, but all she could manage to think about was the feel of her sex and the depravity she was witnessing and was a part of, so she just moaned even louder, cumming on his cock..
“Given what a fuss he made last time about seeking revenge, about wanting to use and debase and break you, I’d guess he’d view any chance to inflict that punishment as a gift from his dark gods. And what better distraction to occupy him and his minions than the opportunity to rape and insatiable, cum-guzzling young slut. Ah!”
With this last comment, the elf spent his seed inside her. The warmth spreading through her savagely used cunt was glorious, almost addictive, her she found herself climaxing again, her muscles straining to pump every drop of cum from his member.
As she collapsed, Nariel stood, wiped his cock and re-tied his trousers. “We need to move quickly. My information says he’s saving breaking in his new slut-slave for a special occasion, but that won’t last long. So, we need to go tonight. No need to change,” he added. His bitch realized she was still wearing Altima’s open shirt and her leggings. Both garments were torn, dirty and stained with cum.
She stood up shakily. |