Enchanted Desires

Saskia moaned softly. Her legs were spread wide, the elven pleasure stick rubbing up and down her pussy, causing intense pleasure as it vibrated against her clit.

Her hands were bound above her head, wrists tied tight together with rope and the rope attached to the headboard.

“That’s it, girl. Get yourself nice and wet for me.”

Saskia opened her eyes, looking into the smouldering red pupils of the dark elf who was pleasuring her with the magically vibrating stick. His skin was a dark, blueish grey, his hair black as night, his shoulders toned, as was his bare chest.

“Mmmm.”

He smirked as a high-pitched screech left her lips. She’d close her legs, but her ankles were tied to the bedposts, spreading them wide.

“Naughty girl.” His voice was deep, gravelly.

He continued to rub the stick against her clit, faster and faster. Saskia's breaths became more laboured as he increased the strength of the stick's pulses. Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he paused.

"Is that all you have for me, girl?" he taunted.

"Please, more..." Saskia begged, her eyes pleading with him. His pupils seemed to turn darker, like the depths of a fire.

He chuckled as he inserted a finger inside her, then another, and a third, stretching her tight pussy. Saskia let out a muffled cry, her entire body trembling from the sensation. As she was reaching the edge of climax, he removed his fingers and replaced them with the pleasure stick. He slid it in and out, each throb and pulse sending her wild.

"Take it, girl. Show me how much you can take."

Saskia whimpered as the vibrations of the enchanted stick sent shivers throughout her body.

He pulled the pleasure stick away, leaving Saskia panting and **** for more. She squeezed her hips, trying to push her pussy closer to him, but she was helpless with her wrists tied up.

“Such a little slut,” he muttered, his voice dripping with lust. He leaned in, breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “I knew you would be when I paid.”

He slid the pleasure stick back inside her, its vibrations sending shocks through her core once again. Her hips bucked, unable to stop herself from grinding against the toy. He laughed as he continued to thrust the stick in and out of her. Sweat dripped down her chest, and her breasts bounced with each movement.

She was moaning and gasping, an animalistic noise that echoed through the room. The elf was relentless, teasing her with the pleasure stick, never letting her cum.

It was so degrading. Hard to believe she’d put herself in this situation; a whore in the biggest whorehouse in all Hellsmere. But she had to do it. It was the only way to get back at them. It’d been two years since that night, the night her life became a nightmare, the night she’d lost Rilitar.

With every thrust of the pleasure stick, Saskia's resolve to seek **** grew stronger. She clenched her teeth and bore the agony, her entire being focused on the ultimate objective. The dark elf continued to taunt her, his voice dripping with malice.

He finally removed the stick, leaving in on the bedside table. It seemed it was time for him to fuck her.