Fuck him.

I couldn't help it.

I rushed up and kissed him.

He was stunned at first, but then melted into it, closing his eyes, holding my face.

His lips were soft and gentle, and his hold on me was a light touch. He held me as if I were made of glass-- a precious thing he didn't want to break.

My nose touched the side of his, and feeling his comforting warmth reminded me that I, the world-renowned Elvish Assassin who was the fourth heir to the throne, was making out with the human Prince of the South.

His grip tightened as he began kissing me back. He paused to hoist me up so I was sitting open-legged on his lap, and went back to kissing me, running his hands all over my back. "Damn it, slut," he breathed as I felt his bulge growing underneath me.

I held onto him tight, and felt a warm tingling as blood began rushing down to where my lap met his. I couldn't help but grind against him a bit...I was feeling really turned on.

"My stepfather is definitely going to kill you now," I breathed.

"He can try," Master whispered, "But I've got his last Moonlight Elf right here. And she calls me 'Master.'"

I kept grinding into him a little harder, my eyes closed and my breathing quickening as he gave me a hickey.

He pulled the giant shirt I'd been wearing off me, as well as my bra, feasting his eyes on the snack in front of him. Picking me up and lowering me to the ground on my back, he smiled coyly and pulled off the last of my undergarments.

He pulled off his shirt and began feeling all the way down my shape.

I was visibly disappointed that he didn't take off his pants yet.

"Oh no, you're going to have to earn that," he said as he massaged my tits, then slid his hand down in between my legs.

I bit my lip as he sat next to me, rubbing on my clit.

Helpless and pretty damn horny, I stayed on my back, my head turned to face him.

"This'll be the best thing you've ever felt in your life," he said, plunging a finger into my pussy as I gasped. He worked me around on the inside as I shut my eyes, panting.

He eased from gently with one finger to pushing a little deeper with two.

"You've got a tiny little pussy, so just let me know if I'm breaking it," he whispered, curling and uncurling his fingers as he slammed his knuckles into me.

"Ah!" I moaned, my back lifting itself off the ground. "Ah, fuck..."

I didn't know how long he did that to me, but I was really enjoying it.

Eventually, he licked his pinky finger and went back into it. To my pleasant surprise, he had two fingers working my pussy, and his pinky was poking into my asshole.

"Mm, she likes that," he said to himself.

"Ohh..." I moaned, grabbing fistfuls of grass.

"Horny little slut," he murmured.

"Mmmm..."

He licked up my torso and sucked on my tits a bit. I looked down at him and watched for a minute, until he looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

He slammed his fingers into me harder so I couldn't help but to throw my head back.

"Ah! Ahh...you're really good at this..." I breathed.

"I used to be a regular at the capital's brothel," he said. "Now, how big is an Elf's cock?"

"Ah!" I moaned. "I don't know...four inches?"

He chuckled, and adjusted to finger me with his first three fingers.

"Ohh...fuck!" I gasped.

"In the South, our average is seven. But me, I'm an eight."

I couldn't speak, just moan.

"Do you want to see?"

I nodded frantically.

"Where are your manners?"

"Please!" I gasped.

"Please what?"

"Please, Master!" I squeaked.

"That's more like it." He released me, standing up and sliding off his pants and boxers. He sat back down on his knees.

His cock seemed even bigger when I tried to imagine him fitting in me. I sat up and forward, and hesitantly reached out to touch it. It was rock hard, and covered in veins, its beautiful pink mushroom tip begging me to lick it. Holding it in my fist, my fingers couldn't even wrap all the way around it.

"You want to get fucked, don't you?"

"Yes, fuck yes, Master, please..."

"Earn it."

I gulped once again, and grabbed the base, licking it all over until it was nice and wet. I looked up at him, seeing a pleasured glint in his eye as I flicked my tongue around his tip. He loved seeing his naked sex **** bent over, sucking cock.

I had to use both of my little hands to jerk off his cock, while I put my mouth around his tip.

He spanked me.

"Mm!" I burst.

He chuckled and spanked me again.

"Mmm!"

"Good girl," he said with a smirk, grabbing my horns and shoving me down on his cock, moving my head back and forth as he pleased. At first, I was in a good rhythm with it. But I'd never done that for more than a minute, and my control began to slide downhill.

I choked a lot, making me convulse. Even an expert swordswallower would struggle to deep-throat Master's dick.

"That's it," he hissed. "**** on it."

He let me take a breath, pulling me off his dick. I gasped for air as if I'd never breathe in oxygen again.

I was drooling, and the **** had made me tear up.

"You just love getting used, don't you?"

"Yes Master, I love your cock..." I whimpered. I licked my lips, waiting to taste him again. "I'll do whatever you want me to do to earn it, please, I just want to get fucked!" I begged.

"You're such a dirty girl...look at the **** little toy I've turned you into. And you haven't even felt my cock in your pussy yet."

I whimpered again.

He slid his hand down to my pussy. I was nearly dripping wet.

"Are you really going to cum just by sucking dick?"

I bit my lip. "I don't know, Master."

"You'd better not cum until I say so."

"I won't Master, I promise."

"Really? You promise?" He shoved me back down on him.

I coughed and choked once every few seconds, but I quickly started getting the hang of it.

"Oh no you don't," he hissed, and held my head down deep. "**** on it."

I looked up at him defiantly, not yet ****.

He spanked me.

I coughed a little from surprise, but not too badly.

As he spanked me again, hard, my concentration was lost and I choked on his big dick.

He lifted me off his cock and peered down at me.

"Good girl. How was that?"

"Hard," I panted.

He let go of my horns and pushed my shoulders until I was on my back. Hovering over me, he said, "Don't worry. Good girls get rewarded."

He stuck a few fingers in to loosen me up once more, watching me squirm and moan. He went from one, to two, to three as I squealed and shook with pleasure.

I threw my head back as I moaned, and while I wasn't looking... He slid his massive cock into my dripping pussy.

"Ohh... Oh my god, yes..." I moaned, going downright cross-eyed.

He gently slid in and out of me, holding me down by the wrists.

"You better appreciate the fuck out of this cock," he whispered in my ear. "It's turned you into the messy little slut you are now."

I looked up at the trees as he fucked me like I never thought was possible. He was going slow, to ease my tight little pussy into it.

"If you think it's good now, I'll have you in a begging, dripping, drooling mess in two minutes under the moon."

"Ah...fuck...fuck yes...oh..."

He kissed my cheek and looked down on me. "Maybe if you behave, I'll want to play with my little toy more often."

I kept moaning, looking up at him with a helpless, distant expression. "Master..." I breathed.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to see you like this," he hissed with a simper, "coming and dripping and moaning for your 'Master.'"

I clamped my jaw shut, trying to stop the strange noises I was making, so he started slamming into me a little harder so I couldn't possibly stay silent.

"I can't wait to show you all the little toys I have back in my chambers."

"Ahh, Master...!"

"Ever wondered what the chains hanging in your cage were for? The whips in my closet? You've probably never seen the dildos and handcuffs and gags I have, but I got them the day after the King gave you to me. Every time I disappear to the bathhouse on my own I'm imagining fucking you naked and on your knees. I've had weeks to plan what I could do to you."

I couldn't stop moaning and twitching and curling my back...

"And the King wants me to fuck you. So I don't have to keep you quiet...not that I probably ever could."

Just to prove his point, he started fucking me as hard and deep as he could. Suddenly, I was practically screaming with pleasure.

"Ahh! Master, yes...fuck!"

He began holding my wrists in one hand above my head, and choked me with the other.

I still gave wheezing moans of "Ah...ah...ah..." I just couldn't help myself.

Being held down, restrained, and used like I was nothing but a collection of wet holes turned me on beyond what I thought was possible.

I had been broken. I wanted nothing but to please Master and get his cock... I had been broken, and I loved it.

"You're going to be thinking about this nonstop for weeks," he taunted. "Fingering yourself to sleep, touching yourself and moaning my name, and constantly asking for your Master to fuck you just one more time," he hissed into my ear.

I looked helplessly from the sky to his eyes. "I'm going to cum...Fuck...!" I squealed.

He smirked. "Lets see how big of a mess I can make you into. Cum all you want, because I'm going to make you cum over and over again before I'm through with you."

My back arched, and I squirted all over him and the ground.

He slowed down a little to let me catch my breath. "Having fun?"

"Oh, fuck yes," I gasped between moans. My body moved itself, curling away from the ground to fit as much of that giant cock in as possible.

"Good." He slammed into me hard and fast, pounding mercilessly as I outright screamed with pleasure. "Now we're getting somewhere," he said, his words drowned out and inaudible.

He never stopped. He just kept going at that unsustainable pace, only slowing as I came a second time.

And a third time.

It felt like forever. Maybe it was only a few minutes, but I would never again doubt that I was his property. He owned my body and mind. My thoughts had long gone blank, replaced by surges of pleasure.

Whenever I became too sensitive and came, he'd back off for a second before using it to his advantage, going harder than before, making me cum to the point where my voice began to give out and my limbs tried and failed to thrash on their own.

"Open wide, slut," he said, just as I was about to announce that I couldn't physically handle any more.

I dropped my jaw as he slid out my pussy and stuck his cock right over my mouth. Think, warm, salty cum shot from his tip, straight into my throat.

"Swallow it," he ordered.

I did. Some dripped out of the corner of my drooling mouth, and I hungrily licked it up.

"Good girl."

I flopped down on the ground, and my muscles refused to move. The pulse of pleasure throughout my body quickly moved to a stiff, sore ache.

"Such a little slut... There''s no way I'm letting a pussy that tight run back to the North."

"I want to stay here, with you... I want to stay your **** forever," I gasped. "Anything for more cock..."

My mind still swam with hormones and exhaustion. Sweat dripped from my forehead.

"I can hardly move," I murmured. Everything hurt.

He ran his hands all over my body, feeling every inch of me. He slid his hands over every curve I had, and I winced as he massaged my tits.

"Too sensitive?"

"Yes, Master..."

"You're never going to be the same now, slut. You're never going to be able to stop worshiping my cock."

He gazed at my body, enjoying the view, enjoying the sight of the nympho he'd made me into. He had a victorious look in his eyes-- he'd conquered me. He was proud of his little slut. I'd turned into everything he'd wanted me to be.

It was a while before he decided to put some clothes on me again, and when he finally did, he had to dress me and scoop me up onto the horse.

I leaned back against him, pressed against him, his arm around me as we rode to the camp so he could show off his new favorite toy.

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"Master, why are we going to the medical tents if you finally agreed to let me kill the King?" I finally asked, leaning back against him on the horse. I felt his bulge up against my ass...I felt my pussy suddenly wetten as my mind slipped back into how he'd fucked me. Focus, Akira, you're trying to stop the war...

"Well, because best case scenario, we start an uprising against the King. We need to have the people on our side before we do anything violent."

"So...what's your big plan with going right next to the front lines with an elf?"

He paused for a moment. "I just need to show them that elves aren't inherently evil. Once they see that, I can drop the 'black magic is evil' bomb on them."

"And then we suddenly have a rebel army or something?"

"Maybe. We just need to motivate people to stand up to the King. He's been taxing them heavily for a while because of the war, but because of the propaganda, they think the war is necessary, and that he's got eyes everywhere."

"And then we just stay out of his way until your coronation?"

"If I stay away for too long, he'll have turned the castle and some citizens against me. He's probably spreading rumors about me already. If he can't kill me, he can still discredit me."

"But the nations would still be at war, even if we overthrew the King. How could we possibly establish peace? The North thinks that human destruction is detrimental."

"We'll figure it out," he said.

It wasn't very encouraging.

We rode all through the afternoon, evening, and night, only stopping to let the horse eat or drink. I healed in the moonlight, and could finally walk on my own again.

We arrived the following sunrise.

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I wore a hood as we rode closer to the army camp. I started getting more and more anxious as we neared the tents. The medical area was a mile away from the active army, and a mile and a half from the front lines.

I was as close to home as ever but I was only getting more scared.

"You'll be alright, I've got you," the Prince said gently as I pressed into him tighter.

"I'm the enemy. They'll kill me and hate you."

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

I nodded numbly.

"The reason it's dangerous is the reason we have to try," he said. "Never leave my side. Keep a hold on my hand. Don't say anything before clearing it with me, and I'll speak for you. Don't look anyone in the eye. And never, ever, attack."

I nodded.

"If things go horribly wrong, then run home to the North. Cause as little damage as possible."

I nodded again with a gulp.

"I'd offer to let you stay back in the trees until I knew it was safe...but you can't even walk right now, can you?"

It had been hours since he'd fucked me, but I shook my head. I couldn't even crawl, much less walk. "No, Master."