Tiryna Plays with Melinir

Melinir soon found himself naked, with his hands bound above his head, the other end of the rope tied to a thick branch of a tree high above. He was completely at Tiryna’s mercy.

“Now what shall I do with you?” she whispered as her cold fingers ran over his shoulders, making him tremble. The night had grown cool; he could see his breath in front of him, could feel the frost on his skin.

Melinir swallowed hard, his heart racing as her icy touch sent shivers down his spine.

His heart pounded in his chest as he tried not to look directly at her. He knew the dark elves' reputation for cruelty, he had to play along to avoid any unnecessary pain, for himself and Nystar.

She moved closer, her eyes never leaving his. With a smirk, she gently pinched his nipple, making him wince. "You have such pretty eyes, high elf. It’d be a shame if something were to happen to them." She ran her fingers down the smooth, shiny skin of his chest, leaving a trail of chills in her wake.

Melinir tried to swallow past the lump in his throat. "What do you want from me?" he whispered hoarsely.

Tiryna chuckled, her laughter dark and seductive. "Oh, I have so many things in mind for you, high elf. But for now, I think we'll just play a little game."

“What kind of game?”

“Oh, the basic. Truth or dare. I’ll even let you start.”

He thought for a moment. Perhaps if he could impress her or offer her something valuable, he might be able to turn the tide in his favour.

"All right," Melinir said, trying to sound confident. "I dare you to... um... kiss me."

Tiryna's eyes narrowed, and she took a step closer to him, her sharp fingernail grazing his bare chest. "Interesting dare, high elf. I suppose I could do that. But only if you promise to be completely honest with me when I ask for the truth."

Melinir nodded, swallowing hard as he felt her hot breath on his face. He knew that lying could only lead to more pain, but he couldn't help but wonder how she would react if he told her the truth about who he really was, should the question be asked.

Tiryna leaned in, her lips inches away from his. Melinir could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin, and the scent of her dark elf blood mixed with the earthy scent of the forest. He knew that his life could very well depend on this moment.

"You have to be truthful with me, Melinir," she whispered, her voice like silk. "Or there will be... consequences." He suddenly felt the cold of a dagger beneath his shaft, and his legs trembled.

Melinir gulped, his heart beating like a mad drum in his chest. This was it. He had to play this right, or he would never see the light of day again.

"I promise," he managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

With that, Tiryna removed her blade, and her face approached his, her lips brushing against his. Melinir's breath caught in his throat as their mouths met, her lips warm and soft against his. The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Her lips were soft and tentative at first, but they soon became more assertive, exploring his mouth with a passionate intensity that caught him off guard. For a moment, he forgot all about his situation and the danger that he was in.

As their kiss became more intense, Melinir knew that he had to tread carefully. He couldn't let his guard down or reveal too much of his true feelings, especially to an enemy like Tiryna. He knew that if she were to discover the truth about his identity as a prince, it could mean the end for him.

Tiryna suddenly pulled away from him, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Tell me the truth, high elf. How did that feel?"

Melinir swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady. "It felt intense," he managed to say, forcing himself not to look into her eyes. He could see her satisfaction in her smile, a sense of victory in her posture.

“Intense is a good word for it," Tiryna said, her voice soft and sensual. "But I think there's more to the story. Tell me the truth. Did you find pleasure in it?"

Melinir gulped, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that lying would only make things worse, but the truth could be his undoing. "The truth is," he said, forcing himself to meet her gaze, "that I did. I found pleasure in it."

Tiryna's eyes widened, her smile growing wider. "Really?" she asked, a note of surprise in her voice. "You, the high elf, found pleasure in a dark elf's kiss?"

Melinir nodded.

“My turn.” Tiryna's eyes shone with anticipation and she licked her lips, a predatory grin spreading across her face.

"Very well," Melinir nodded, swallowing hard as he searched for a lie that would satisfy Tiryna's twisted desires. "I will do anything to please you, my captor."

Her eyes gleamed with pleasure, and she took a step closer to him. "Then, let me give you a little taste of my world, high elf. Close your eyes and tell me what you hear."

Melinir did as she asked, his heart pounding in his chest as he concentrated on the sounds of the forest around him. The rustling of leaves, the distant call of a bird, and the occasional snap of a twig somewhere in the distance.

"Now, tell me what you see," she commanded, her voice low and seductive.

And so, Melinir painted a picture of the forest in his mind, describing the lush green canopy above, the vibrant colours of the flowers, and the soft texture of the moss beneath his feet.

Tiryna's eyes sparkled with excitement as she listened to him describe the beauty of her world. "You have a gift for observation, high elf," she whispered, her voice warm and inviting. "It's rare to find someone who can see the world as I do."

She moved closer to Melinir, her body brushing against his. He could feel the heat of her skin and the rhythmic beating of her heart. It was a strange sensation, being so close, but he couldn't deny the pull of her presence.

"Now, tell me what feelings you're experiencing right now," she said, her voice low and seductive.

Melinir hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. But he knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to play along. So, he closed his eyes and focused on the sensations he was experiencing. The feel of Tiryna's body against his, the rustle of leaves in the wind, the smell of her dark elf blood mixed with the earth.

"I feel... alive," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "There's a sense of danger, but also a strange excitement that I can't quite explain."

Tiryna let out a low chuckle, her fingers tracing the contours of his face. "Yes, I know that feeling well. It's the thrill of the chase, high elf. The knowledge that you're in a world that you don't truly belong in."

Her fingers grazed his lips, and he felt a jolt of lightning shoot through his body. He could feel her power, her essence, and it was both terrifying and arousing.

“Your turn,” she said.

Tiryna's eyes were now burning with anticipation, and Melinir could sense that she was about to take things to a whole new level. He knew that he had to be careful, but he also knew that she had the power to make him do things he never thought possible.

"Very well," he said, trying to sound confident. "Teach me something about your world that I'll never forget."

Tiryna's lips curled into a smile, and she took a step closer to him. "Very well," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Close your eyes and imagine that you are standing in the heart of our sacred forest, where the trees whisper ancient secrets to anyone who dares to listen."

Melinir did as she asked, closing his eyes and trying to imagine himself in the dark, mysterious forest. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and damp leaves, and he heard the whispering of the trees as they shared their secrets.

"Now, listen," Tiryna said, her voice low and seductive. "This is the story of the first dark elf and the first high elf. It was said that they once loved each other, but their love was forbidden by the gods. They tried to break the curse placed upon them, but failed. They were turned into opposite sides of the same coin, high elves and dark elves. From that day on, they vowed to never let their love be forgotten."

Melinir opened his eyes, feeling a mixture of shock and desire in his heart. He had never heard such a story before, and it made him feel something he didn't understand. He looked into Tiryna's eyes, seeing a depth of emotion that he had never seen in anyone before.

She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "And that was just the beginning," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

Melinir felt himself tremble as Tiryna's hand reached up his waist. He knew that this moment was dangerous, but he also knew that he couldn't resist her anymore.

"Now, tell me what you want," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "What's that one thing you've always wanted but never had?”

Melinir swallowed hard, the words catching in his throat. He had always been taught to suppress his desires, to never show Weakness, but the darkness in Tiryna's world was slowly chipping away at his High Elf facade.

"A touch," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "A true touch, one that understands and accepts me for who I am."

Tiryna's smile widened, her eyes glinting with excitement. She reached up and gently brushed her fingers against Melinir's cheek, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down his spine.

"You've never had that?" she asked, her voice soft and inviting.

Melinir shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers. He had never been physical with another being before, never dared to cross the boundaries of high elf society.

"Then let me be your first," Tiryna whispered, her voice a seductive promise that made Melinir's heart race. She leaned in closer, her lips hovering just a breath away from his. For a moment, he hesitated, unsure of what he was getting himself into. But then, Tiryna's lips met his, and the world around them faded away.

As their lips touched, Melinir felt a surge of pleasure that he had never experienced before. It was both unfamiliar and intoxicating, and he couldn't help but respond in kind. Their kiss deepened, tongues dancing and exploring each other's mouths in a way Melinir had only ever dreamed of.

Tiryna's hands slid down Melinir's back, pulling him closer to her. She wrapped her arms around him, their bodies pressing against each other in an intimate embrace.

"I want you to do something for me that you've never done before, something that will make me feel like the most desirable elf in all the realms."

Melinir's heart sank, knowing that he had to give her an answer that would please her without causing any harm to himself. He looked deep into her eyes, trying to gauge her true intentions, but all he saw was an unreadable darkness.

"Very well," he replied, suddenly feeling more **** than ever before. "I will do whatever you ask."

Tiryna's eyes sparkled, her excitement palpable. "Then let us begin," she said, a devious smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. "I will undress completely, and then you will tell me what you find most alluring about my body."

Melinir hesitated for a moment, but then he knew that he had to play along. "I will do as you ask."

He hesitated for a moment, looking at the dark elf woman before him. He had always been taught that dark elves were creatures to be feared, not admired, but there was something undeniable about the way she looked at him. She was beautiful, in her own twisted way, and he could feel a heat building within him that he didn't quite understand.

Tiryna slowly began to undress, starting with her boots, then her leggings.

She reached behind her and began to untie the laces at the back of her leather vest. Melinir watched as she uncovered her firm shoulders, her lean arms, and her slender waist.

Each piece of clothing hit the ground with a soft thud, revealing more and more of her slender form. Melinir couldn't help but examine her body, taking in every curve and line. She was a creature of darkness, but there was something irresistible about her allure. She was strong, confident, and unafraid to show her true self to him.

As Tiryna stood before him, completely naked, Melinir was struck by a sense of awe. She was beautiful, in a way that he had never seen before. Her skin was dark and smooth, her body toned and chiselled. Her curves were accentuated by her elven stature, and he found himself drawn to her in a way that he didn't understand.

He felt a surge of desire coursing through him, and he knew that he had to be careful. Tiryna was not like other elves, and he had to tread lightly if he wanted to survive this encounter. Though his cock has suddenly grown and hardened. In his naked state, there was no hiding it.

"Your body is... profoundly beautiful," Melinir said, his voice a hoarse whisper. He reached out and traced a finger down one of her arms, feeling the taut muscles beneath her skin. She looked at him, her eyes dark and alluring, and Melinir knew that he was lost.

"You're trembling," Tiryna said, her voice a sultry purr. "Do you want me?"

Melinir nodded, his eyes never leaving her body. He wanted her, more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. He’d almost forgotten that his hands were tied above his head, that he was her prisoner.

"Then let me show you what you desire," Tiryna said, her voice low and seductive.