Give her what she wants

Lucas chose this moment to push forwards, sliding into her ass to the hilt in one long move. Her voice rose sharply as she finished the sentence. "—fuck meeeee, oh yes!"

Since she had already prepared herself, he had skipped the foreplay, but she was still just as tight as she was yesterday. She seemed to be able to take his dick much better than the first time, though. There was still an edge of pain to her cries as he drove into her again and again, but by the second thrust she was already moaning uncontrollably.

By the third she collapsed forwards onto the mattress, one hand stretched away from him, the other moving frantically underneath her. He laid on top of her, leaning with one hand on her upper back as he held her hip with the other. He thrust into her roughly, driving his dick as deep as he could. Her ass was so tight around his cock it felt like a velvet glove.

"Can you feel it?" he groaned into her ear as he fucked her, enjoying the delicious sensation. "Can you feel my cock?"

"Ohh, yes, sir" she replied. "I can feel it..."

"I should have done this the first day we met. I should've just pushed you against the wall, tore off your panties and fucked you right then and there."

"Yes," Eldwyn whined, loving every moment of it. "You should have! Oh, fucckk!"

Her whimpers and moans were music to his ears as he plunged his thick cock into her tight ass and held it there. With his bulk on top of her, she could barely move a muscle, but her velvet walls started milking him in waves, massaging his dick in a familiar way.

"Are you cumming already?" Lucas asked in disbelief. "You little Elven slut!"

Incapable of speech, all she could do was groan as she shook and shuddered in ecstasy, her ass clamping down around his cock. Lucas let her enjoy it for a few moments before he began thrusting again.

"Ahh!" She cried. "Too much... sir, nnngh... Please, it's... too much."

"Be silent, slut," he said harshly. "You wanted to be fucked, so now you're getting fucked."

He wrapped one hand around her throat and used the other to grab a handful of her hair, roughly yanking her head back before resuming his thrusting into her.

Her eyes met his, wide and manic. He bared his teeth. "You're mine. So take your fucking like a good little slut."

"Yes! Yes, sir! I'm yours!" she cried.

She sounded so genuine that he had no doubt that she was sincere. It sent a thrill through him to see her like this. The little Elf was his, completely; even if she could stop him, she simply didn't want to. He thrust into her wildly, unable to even think straight as the tight velvet glove of her ass milked him for all he was worth. Her cries became moans of wanton lust as she met his every thrust.

He could feel her hand underneath her stomach begin to move again, playing with her cock as he fucked her like a rag doll. Her moans grew louder as he plunged deep into her again and again. Her whimpers drove him wild as he continued to dominate her. Her cries became screams that he was certain his neighbors might hear, but he no longer cared. All that mattered to him at that moment was his throbbing cock and her velvet ass.

"You like this, don't you?" He said cruelly as he fucked her. "You like my thick cock stretching you out, tearing you apart. You filthy little slut, you love it."

"Uhnnn... Yes, I love it sir, I love being your slut. Ahhh... don't stop, I'm... I'm going to..."

She opened her mouth to scream in ecstasy, but he quickly shoved her head into the pillow, muffling them just in time. Even so, if the stifled cries and wails hadn't given it away, the rhythmic squeezing of her anal ring around his cock would have.

"That's right, cum for me, slut!"

He punctuated the last word with an especially vicious thrust that made her entire body shake. His own climax was just a breath away. He was going to burst. His hands found their way to her hips as he held her in place as firmly as he could while he plunged into her ass for the last time.

"Fuck!" he cried out as his eyes rolled back in his head and his balls contracted. He held absolutely still for a heartbeat, then unloaded jet after jet into her weakly contracting ass, flooding her bowels with his cum.

When his climax ended, Lucas waited a moment longer to catch his breath, then slid out of Eldwyn. He sat back on his haunches and inspected her.

She was a sweaty mess. Her skin was red in the many places he had grasped it too roughly. A heap of blankets had collected underneath her, propping up her ass, which had been slapped red by its repeated collisions with his pelvis. Her anus gaped, with thick rivers of cum leaking out of it. Her prick had softened, but the evidence of her own orgasms—two? three?—could clearly be seen on the sheets on which she was laying. Occasionally an orgasmic aftershock passed through her body, causing it to twitch and tremble. She had her arms around his pillow, hugging it like a favorite toy. She murmured softly, but he didn't think she was entirely conscious.

He decided to let her get to her senses on her own time. After all, he was no less sweaty than her and desperately needed a bath.