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As they walked through the bustling streets of the city, Razir's presence beside her sent a ripple of whispers and curious glances in their direction. Lydia could feel the weight of his gaze on her, an intensity that made her skin tingle with awareness.

The buildings in the upper city of Agrazza were white, large porticos facing out into the main street. Every so often, a passer by would congratulate her on her victory.

She led Razir back to the inn where she had been staying, the place now strangely transformed by his mere presence.

"I heard about you victory," Eric the barman said. "I left you some gifts to congratulate you, they're in your room."

"Many thanks."

"Will you stay for a drink? You could tell the tale of your victory."

"Perhaps in the morning, I have other business to attend to right now." She gripped Razir's hand a little tighter.

"I see." Eric looked at the pair of them, then smirked. "Have fun."

She led Razir up the stairs to her room.

The room felt smaller, more intimate, with Razir's imposing figure filling the space in a way that both thrilled and unnerved Lydia. On the bedside table was a bucket filled with cold water, a bottle of fizzy wine floated in it. A wine flute beside it.

She had Razir open it, and pour her a drink. She gulped it down, enjoying the taste. If she kept winning tournaments, this could be her new way of life. She'd always had a taste for the finer things.

As they stood facing each other in the dim light of the room, a charged silence hung between them. Lydia sensed the untamed power radiating from Razir, a magnetic pull that drew her closer to him against all reason. And as he reached out a hand to gently brush a lock of hair from her face, a jolt of electricity shot through her.

It was amazing what power he still had, despite the bangle on his wrist that prevented him casting magic. His skin seemed to dazzle and glow in a way she hadn't noticed before.

Their eyes locked in a silent understanding, a connection that transcended words and barriers. Lydia felt a surge of emotions welling up inside her, a mix of desire, curiosity, and something deeper that she couldn't quite name. Razir's touch was both gentle and electrifying, sending shivers down her spine as she leaned into his hand.

Time seemed to stand still as they stood there, suspended in that moment of unspoken tension and unexplored possibilities. Lydia's heart pounded away in her chest, her breath catching in her throat as she dared to take a step closer to Razir.

"What should I call you?" Razir asked.

She thought about making him call her mistress, the thought made her a little wet. Maybe she would in the future. "You may call me Lydia."

"As you wish. You are very beautiful, Lydia."

In that small room, with the outside world fading away, they were two souls bound by fate and circumstance, drawn together by an invisible thread that neither could resist. And as their lips finally met in a searing kiss, the world around them vanished, leaving only the raw intensity of their shared passion.

The bangle on Razir's wrist may have prevented his magical powers, but it couldn't extinguish the blazing fire that ignited between them. As their kiss deepened, a whirlwind of emotions and desires enveloped them, the boundaries between mistress and ****, human and elf, they melted away in the heat of their fervour.

Lydia's hands roamed over Razir's sculpted form, tracing the lines of his muscular physique with a hunger that matched his own. He responded in kind, pulling her closer to him with a strength that belied his captivity. The air crackled with unspoken promises and silent declarations as they embraced, lost in a dance as old as time itself. His skin was so soft, so firm too. The chest hairs were a little rough, they felt nice to rub against.

When they finally broke apart, their ragged breaths mingling in the charged space between them, Lydia gazed into Razir's fiery eyes with a newfound clarity.

"I am yours, Lydia," Razir whispered, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers down Lydia s spine. "Use me however you wish."

She pulled his loin cloth down, exposing his long, hard cock.

As his member sprang forth, Lydia's eyes widened in awe. She had heard tales of elf lovemaking, but nothing could have prepared her for the sheer stamina and size of Razir's manhood. Gently, she took him in her hand and began to stroke him, marvelling at the way he felt so alive in her grasp.

She let go, stepping back. Her heart raced. For some reason, she was nervous of what he might think of her body. She turned her back to him.

"Please untie my bra," she ordered him.

Razir complied, walking up behind her and loosening the string a little at a time. It was enough to send a jolt of energy through her. Eventually the knot untied, and as the leather bra fell to the floor, Lydia covered her breasts with both hands. She had large breasts, but not huge, she felt the small nipples and areolas press against the palms of her hands.

She put her hands behind her, searching for Razir's. He took them, and she put them around her waist, then pushed them up towards her tits. He gave them a gentle squeeze.

"These are truly beautiful," Razir whispered in her ear as his head leaned over her shoulder. "So firm."

"Mmmm," Lydia groaned in satisfaction as he continued to rub his soft palms and fingers over her tits. He stroked the nipples with his fingers, pinching gently. It made Lydia's breath catch in her throat.

She turned to face him, and his eyes met hers. She couldn't help but look down at his hard dick. It looked like it had grown an inch or two since it first came out.

"You may look at my chest, ****," she said.

Razir looked down, licking his lips as his eyes looked over the tattoos on her chest, shoulders and the one between her breasts. Lydia leant forwards, sliding her breeches to the floor. She rubbed a pair of fingers over her pussy. She couldn't remember ever being this wet before.

Razir watched her intently, his eyes burning with desire as she continued to worship him. He could feel the tension building within him, the need for release growing more intense by the second. Lydia sensed his discomfort and leaned forward, taking the head of his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip.

She thought about the earlier warnings. A bit of sucking wouldn’t hurt though. She wanted him as hard as possible before he penetrated her for the first time.

Razir groaned in pleasure as her mouth enveloped him, her lips sliding up and down his shaft with an expert precision that sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through his body. He reached down, threading his fingers through her hair, guiding her movements as she continued to pleasure him.

As Lydia continued to suck and stroke Razir, she sensed the anticipation building within him. The pleasure was intense, but she knew that it was only the beginning.

She sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back.

"Kneel for me, ****, use your tongue."

Razir walked over, then knelt before Lydia. She laid down as his hands explored her legs, and his tongue licked up and down the insides of her thighs.

Razir's fingers delved deeper, massaging her inner thighs, drawing closer to the heart of her desire. Lydia's breaths grew ragged, her moans more insistent. A fire was building within her, an inferno of pure carnal need that beckoned him closer, demanding release.

She reached out, grasping his head in her hands, bringing it to her core. Razir didn't hesitate, plunging his tongue into her depths. He knew her body now, every curve, every swell, and he moved in harmony with it, worshipping her with every lick, every suckle, every flick of his tongue.

Razir's tongue continued to lick and tease her, dipping into her entrance, then pulling back, leaving him tasting the sweet nectar of her desire. His fingers curled around her hips, pulling her closer to him, and he began to lick her with a fervour that she couldn't resist.

Lydia felt her body arching, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as he worked his magic on her. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to hold on to her restraint. Each of his licks, each of his flicks of his tongue sent jolts of pleasure through her, building up

Lydia writhed beneath him, her voice rising in a crescendo of pleasure. Her hips bucked against his face, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

With a deep, guttural growl, Lydia pulled Razir to his feet and pushed him onto the bed. He looked into her eyes, his desire for her clear in the depths of his gaze. Lydia looked back; her own fire mirrored in his.

Without a word, she climbed onto the bed and rolled him on top of her. He ran his hands up her thighs, feeling the heat and softness of her skin beneath his touch. Lydia shivered in anticipation as his fingers brushed against her most sensitive spot.

"Are you ready for me, Lydia?" Razir asked, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes," Lydia answered, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Razir positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock nestled against her, the sensation almost too much to bear. As he pushed forward, Lydia felt a sharp pain, but it was quickly replaced by an overwhelming sense of fullness and pleasure.

Razir began to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he filled her completely, their bodies connecting in a way that left them both breathless. Lydia wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him deeper inside her, her nails digging into his skin as she rode the waves of pleasure that washed over her.

As Razir continued to thrust, the room filled with the sounds of their passion; the soft moans of desire and the wet slapping of their bodies connecting. Lydia's breath became ragged, her body arching off the bed with each thrust, her hands gripping the sheets as she clung to the sensations building within her.

Razir's eyes locked onto Lydia's, his gaze intense as he watched her surrender to their shared desire. Her hips rose to meet his each time, their bodies forming a perfect syncopation as they moved together. His own arousal swelled, the head of his cock twitching with every thrust, brushing against a spot within her that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire body. It was so thick, and hard. It rubbed against the walls of her vagina.

A moan escaped Lydia's lips, a plea for more. Razir responded by increasing his pace. The room seemed to spin as he drove into her, the intensity of their passion growing with every passing moment. Lydia felt like she was being consumed by him, her body melting into his as they moved together in a dance of desire.

Razir's breaths became ragged, his body trembling as he fought to maintain control. The bangle on his wrist may have prevented him from casting magic, but it couldn't hold back the raw, primal power that surged through him in that moment.

Lydia's orgasm was building, the tension within her coiling like a snake, ready to strike. She cried out in pleasure as Razir's thrusts became more frenzied, their bodies slamming together with a **** that could shake the foundations of the building. Eric and the customers below would have no doubts what was going on in here. Her moans must have been loud enough for them to hear too, but she didn't care.

And then, in that moment of pure ecstasy, Lydia felt something break within her. Her orgasm washed over her, a tidal wave of pleasure that left her breathless and weak. She out a final long, loud moan, then breathed in harsh breaths.

Razir felt the shudder that ran through Lydia's body and knew that she had reached the peak of her pleasure. He thrust one last time, burying himself deep within her, his own release flooding through him.

The connection between them only grew stronger as they shared a moment of raw intimacy, their bodies still entwined and their hearts beating as one.

What a day it had been, first winning the tournament, and now fucking a handsome, gorgeous elf ****, her ****, she could fuck and enjoy at any time.

She considered the warning. She’d heard it many times before, not to swallow elf cum. It was said to contain some sort of magic, that made the drinker become addicted.

Deep down, she was a little curious to find out.

They cuddled together, falling asleep. It was common knowledge that when elves were defeated in battle and taken as slaves, they pledged an oath to their captors, and were fiercely obedient for the rest of their days. So there were no worries that he’d try to escape or kill her in her sleep.