Eilatra's struggle

Back on the present...

The pain on her neck was starting to become unbearable.

Even though she would never admit it, Eilatra did not completely prefer her position on top of this **** 69 position that they where chain in. While Lunnara had to endure her pussy on top of her face, dripping it's fluids directly into her mouth, she had to keep her head up to not let it fall onto her pupil's vagina. Lunnara may be accustomed to be beneath her cunt, but she herself was not used to look at one so directly for so much time, and more important than that... she was not used to desire it.

She was a mistress, a matriarch of the true elven race, she did not eat pussy or cock, all mouths were meant to serve her, not the other way around. All lesser creatures were meant to kneel in her presence, and pray that she would be merciful enough to give them the privilege of worship her. Serving another was completely beneath her royal status, and she was angry at Lunnara, she was utterly disappointed at her naive and childish attitude, and the girl deserved nothing but punishment, but yet... every time she looked down... her girly folds were so beautiful, so puffy and wanton, it was like a treasure cave hidden in the most alluring of deserts, one that had emerged from the sands just to tease her, to seduce her with promises of wonders and treasure, and as any cave did, it called for her to explore it, to come inside and get lost in its depths. The labia were just slightly parted so that the tiniest of hints of her drenched interiors could be barely intuited, and by the dark gods that rule in the abyss, that interior was moist. It was an unending fountain of youth and lust, a temptation too great to be ignored. And then, on top of those teasing curtains, just at half a tongue distance, there was the pointy clit, a sudden and chubby eruption, like a snake coming out of the depths below or a prophet that was there to proclaim the wonders of the dampened interior.

She would not admit it, not even to herself.

She wanted to eat that cunt.

"Did you mean that?" She said.

"What?" Asked an annoyed Lunnara.

"You really want me dead?" Eilatra felt closer and closer to delirium with each word, speaking nonsense.

"Dead? Oh no, never dead... That would be too merciful..."

She tried to rationalise it, to tell herself that she just wanted to bring her head lower to let her neck rest, but the reality was that she really desired her. Her hands were tied so that they rested on Lunnara's buttocks. It would be to easy to spread them, to dig deeper and taste them. Her lips hadn't touch the skin yet, but her eyes had seen it already and even if she closed them, she could still smell. The odour was so intense that it almost felt like a sensorial ****: it was a musk of idiotic wanton, a complete negation of reason, and it was drilling into her brain, bringing to her its most unbearable ideas.

"Fair enough." Said the dark elf matriarch.

A drop of saliva fell from her lips and got lost in the darkness.