Prestor Has Questions

Vrasha's gut churned. She quivered with every sound that Prestor made. The feeling of the Iron Flower inside of her, spreading her pussy, it was humiliating and unbearable. Like the last shreds of her dignity had been stripped away. Like she wasn't even being treated as a person anymore. Just a thing. A **** to be used and discarded, punished or rewarded and there was nothing that she personally could do to change that outcome.

Powerlessness. Utter helplessness. That was what she felt in that moment.

She bit her lower lip. Lust spiralled through her body, and she had a hard time staying still. The leather straps were tight against her wrists and ankles, holding her in place. She felt an incredible sensitivity. The Iron Flower was cold and hard inside her, spreading her cruelly to the outside world. The feeling of the piercings lodged in her nipples and clitoral hood were impossible to escape from. Her pulse was racing, and she knew that they had only just begun.

"I bet you want to cum," Prestor said, slowly pacing back and forth. "I bet that by now, your body is just screaming for some kind of relief. Vrasha, the queen, the famous hero. Naked and bound to a chair, **** to cum her brains out."

She said nothing. Her face was burning red.

"Let's see what you are willing to tell me," Prestor turned to face her suddenly. "Elody."

"What about her?" Vrasha felt as if a bolt of lightning had descended from on high. Elody was not a topic she'd expected to cover!

"She is your bodyguard," Vrasha said. "Your maid. Your adviser. All of these things and more. But there is more to her than this, isn't there Vrasha? She's not human."

"She's an elf," Vrahsa spoke, the breath catching in her throat. Prestor grinned, leaving down to capture her nipple between a thumb and forefinger. He rolled it between his digits, bringing waves of lashing pleasure to her body.

"Now we both know that isn't true," Prestor chuckled. "She's not a human, and I have met elves. It's true that Lady Elody does have a resemblance to them, and I could buy - just - that she is a related species. But she is not an elf. She doesn't move as they do, nor does she think as they do. She is something different. Something older, perhaps?"

He released her and turned away. Vrasha sat with her heart pounding. Her body crying for more. Her blood was racing in her veins and she couldn't look away. She felt as if she'd really been captured, as if she was being interrogated by some enemy who wanted her deepest secrets.

"Let us review," Prestor said. "Elody - Lady Elody at times - has no true understanding of human rank or nobility. She does appear to be essentially immortal; in all of the time that she has been by your side, she has not aged a single year. Her body is petite and slender, like an elf. However, her attitude is very different. She has no arrogance or pride as far as anyone can tell. She simply exists, flowing from one thing to another. She joined you during the rebellion against your father. In fact, there are some that would say her joining you was the turning point. The moment when it went from fighting a **** last stand to actually having a chance to win.

He moved again, stepping away from her as if deep in thought.

"And one more thing too. Her command of magic is beyond impressive. But she does not cast as a human. No words, no gestures. No runes or staves or any tools. She simply wills it and it happens. That level of power is beyond any mortal mage, human or elf. Do you want to know what I think, Vrasha? I think she's something else. Something much older. Something that caught an interest in the kingdom... or perhaps in you. It is said that in the ancient times, dragons could wear the form of men and women. Perhaps she is something like that..."

Vrasha wanted to laugh.

"A dragon?" She managed. "Elody? You are beyond wrong. She's human. More human than any of us even! She's just not...."

Vrasha trailed off, but Prestor easily caught what she was going to say.

"She's just not a mortal one. Interesting. They say that you have taken her as a lover. Is that true?"

Vrasha felt her face colouring, she looked away. Her heart was hammering now. Her body shaking. She felt hot, and waves of tingles washed over her skin. Suddenly, Prestor reached out, his fingers ran down her body, the anticipation coiled and grew as he approached her soaking sex. Her pussy was full, but her clitoris could still be touched. Vrasha loosed a long, low moan as his hand brushed the piercing there.

"Are you sure you don't want to answer?" Prestor teased her. "I can make you feel good if you do. Or, alternately, I can hold you like this for hours. Right on the very edge of release. I can make your senses scream, make you **** for relief. I can torment you without ever leaving a mark."

As he spoke, his finger played with the length of metal, prodding it back and forth. Elody's spine arched, and her toes twitched, even the smallest motions sent shafts of burning pleasure rippling through her as the piercing rubbed against her most sensitive area. It was both invasive and humiliating, and Prestor refused to stop. He drove her into a deeper and deeper state of arousal, stimulating her clitoris through the piercing, making her shake and moan. Finally, just when she felt she could take it no more, Vrasha broke down.

"Y-yes!" she gasped, her body was bathed in sweat and she was trembling. "Yes, we're lovers, damn you."

"When was the first time you had sex?"

"Before I was queen," Elody leaned back in the chair, panting for air. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she felt defeated and cornered. "We had sex when we first met in the forest. Elody was looking for something. She wanted to feel alive. Needed someone close to her."

"And you volunteered yourself?"

"It was more complicated than that!" Her cheeks burned red.

"I'm sure it was," Prestor's finger played with the piercing in her right nipple. Easing it back and forth, each touch sent a rolling shockwave tearing through Vrasha's body. She was breathing faster and faster, a low moan issued from her throat.