Memories of Kar-Naggrond, part III

320 years ago.

Eilatra rested over her colosal bed, dressed in black and pink over red sheets. She had dressed and cleaned herself a litter better than usual, specially for just meeting a ****, even a rare one. She wore a semitransparent dress, that highlighted her prominent curves with malice, teasing the roundness of her breasts, the authority of her prodigious rear, and the different paths to her secret valley. She wanted to appear glorious to this new ****, for what purpose... she still hadn't decided.

Just at the last second she lifted her cup of wine as she redo her hair with her free hand, trying to appear casual. She heard the knock then.

"You may enter." Said the matriarch.

The door opened with almost no sound and the **** entered the room with clumsy steps. The door closed behind her and she stood in the centre of the room, uncomfortable in her new attire. They had cleaned her, and given her appropriate robes for entering a matriarch's chamber at these hours: her perky and small breast were exposed, with golden chains clamped to her nipples. Those chains ascended around her shoulder and ended in her long elven ears, linked to her earrings. She wore a full armbinder, forcing her arms behind her back in a subservient pose. She also wore a ostentatious and long skirt that somehow let her cunt exposed. The **** said nothing, she just looked at her with cold contempt.

"Did they not taught you how to properly greet your masters?" Asked Eilatra, sipping her wine, casually of course.

"They did." Said the ****.

"Oh, it's insurrection then... Do you have a name, you rebel you?

"It's Lunnara"

That made the matriarch smile. She kept teasing her as she started to get closer. "Oh, 'moon touched'... isn't that cute? Or do you use it as 'moon daughter'? Did your actual mother gave you that name?"

"I don't remember." Hissed Lunnara.

"Well, she may have return to the skies after having you." She emptied her cup and dropped it half way, only for it to magically fly towards the closest table. She walked closer to her new ****, closer enough to extend her now empty hand and caress her chin. "Or did you drop from the skies to get to me?"

"If I did, It was not for you." She answered, daring to look to her mistress in the eye.

"Oh," She said playfully, "then it is time you get to it, my love, because you see: you are my thing, and as my thing you do things for me as I do things to you."

"Fuck you."

"Mmm... such fire." Said Eilatra, licking her own lips. "But be careful, love: It is not your rebelliousness that I like, just the prospect of taming it. I am grateful that you are sooo willing to show me how much there is left to tame." Eilatra was horny beyond believe, never had she met a **** so rebellious or fearless of her. By dark elf law she could have her executed on the spot just for daring to not properly greet her, and she must know that. But this one just did not care, and that idea fascinated her. "Oh, i'm going to have so much fun with you."

Then, the unthinkable happened. The **** moved her lips, but not to talk or serve but to spat on her. Lunnara's saliva flew towards the matriarch's face and landed right between her eyes. She felt the cold liquid and immediately her crotch became assaulted by a different and slimier wetness. "Y... You..." She muttered, as Lunnara just stood there with a smut and defiant expression. Eliatra's hands trembled. She had spat on her!, the bitch had dared to spat on her! She fought to keep her cold exterior, as the insolent liquid started it's long fall across her face. "How... how dare you!?" She did the impossible to appear offended, as her folds melted, delighted by the ****'s recklesness. "You dare spat on me!"

"Deal with it, bitch" Said the **** again.

"Enough!" Said Eilatra with a mask of cold rage. From outside she would appear as an offended and haughty noble, even if she hadn't clean the split from her face, nothing betrayed her inner satisfaction. Her hands clutched the chains that linked Lunnara's nipples with her elven ears. "I am a mistress of Kar-Naggrond and you will show me respect!" She unleashed her magic through her hands, electrifying the metal, the sparks of lightning flowed through the chains, punishing both nipples and ears, both, equally sensitive in an elven body. The **** screamed in pain and fell to her knees, but her eyes still defied her, her stare was still one of rage. She is so pretty! "From now on, I am your goddess. I alone, have the reins over your fate and pleasure."

"You are just another noble slut. I have seen your lot."

She is still defiant! Eilatra could not be happier about that, her inner self jumping like a crushed teenager, her exterior cold and expressionless. She led another charge of lightning flew through the ****'s sensitive body, making her sink with a pained expression. That was usually enough to keep her most rebellious assets in line, but she hoped for more. "We can keep this all night long, or you could start to learn, ****." She waited for Lunnara's response. The little she-elf needed to catch her breath due to the intense pain in her abused nipples and ears, her skin covered in sweat and reddened, but once more she looked up, with the same eyes and the same look, and she did not care.

"Go on, do your worst." She said.

Eilatra's lips trembled, and she could not hide that.