He's pretty upset. Maybe you should talk to him.

I stashed the blade under my bed sheets, grabbed the bottle of ****, and sat on the Prince's bed.

I saw him tense, waiting for an impact just as I had that morning.

I put the bottle in his hand and lay down next to him, watching him, waiting for his eyes to open.

He blinked his eyes open. He didn't see a killer elf perched over him with a blade-- he saw me looking into his eyes, waiting for him to drink the **** I'd never used.

"You had one job," he muttered, and took a swig. "One job."

He finished the bottle in a couple gulps and threw it aside like an experienced drinker.

"Come here," he said, pulling me in.

I was tense as he pressed me up against him in the bed. Terrified, but excited.

He chuckled to himself. "Your whole life you've been preparing to kill humans like me. But a few days of teasing...and you're already mine."

"I--"

"Don't interrupt. And don't act like that's not true. I gave you the means of killing me, and you gave me a drink and crawled into my bed. I know exactly what you want, slut."

His hand crept to my tit, and gave it a rough squeeze.

"You've been dreaming about me since you first met me," he hissed, sliding his hand down to my waist.

I bit my lip.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair. "Is this what you wanted?"

"I...I don't know..."

He slid his hand into my panties. I gave a little moan as I felt his hands slide over my clit and pussy, which was already dripping wet.

"Fuck, you want me bad, don't you?"

I whimpered as he continued to rub my pussy.

"But you're nothing but my little toy. Why should I give you anything?"

I swallowed. I hadn't been prepared for that question. "I...I don't know."

"Think harder, then."

"I...I haven't killed you, and I've behaved really well for a kidnapped--"

"You think you've behaved?" he scoffed. "Then again, I thought a moonlight elf would be a challenge to tame... And now you're begging me to fuck you."

"It's...It's not b-begging," I stuttered.

"Listing reasons why I should fuck you isn't begging for it?"

I bit my lip again, melting in the feeling of his hand on my pussy.

"If you say please, I might consider it, you know."

If I just say please? You'll fuck me into a trembling, dripping, horny mess like you said you could?

He put a finger on my clit and rubbed lightly but quickly.

"Ah!" I moaned suddenly. "Please, yes, fuck me!"

"I didn't hear a 'Master.'"

"Please fuck me, Master," I begged.

"There it is," he said, and slid a finger into my pussy.

"Oh," I moaned.

He snickered and curled his finger into my g-spot over and over again. "You came over here wanting me to put my hands all over you, didn't you?"

"Yes," I gasped, "Yes, I wanted this..."

Suddenly, Master paused. He slid his finger out of my pussy and took a good look at it.

"Blood," he murmured aloud. He gave me an accusing look.

I glanced away.

"So you're a virgin? Why am I _just _learning about this now?"

"I'm sorry, Master."

"There's no way a little elvish virgin pussy can fit my cock."

So...you're not going to fuck me?

He put his hand back in my panties. "I'd better start training your pussy to fit me, then."

He suddenly slid in two fingers, and I moaned as he pumped his hand into me, his knuckles smacking into my crotch.

"Ah, fuck!"

I grabbed fistfuls of blankets, my back arching.

He sat up and leaned over me to get a good angle, then went faster and harder.

"Ahh!" I screamed in delight, my mind going blank, and my body moving itself.

"Having fun, slut?"

"Yes Master," I moaned.

"Two fingers and I've already got you screaming," he mocked. "You're such a little slut."

My legs straightened themselves out, and tried to close to make my pussy tighter and more sensitive.

"Oh no you don't," he muttered. He pinned my legs under his shins and held my wrists over my head with his free hand.

"Fuck..." I gasped. "Oh my god, fuck!"

"Maybe if you start behaving, I can work you until you can fit me. And then, oh, the things I can do to you."

I started going cross-eyed, and my back arched even further. "Fuck yes!" I squealed.

Master smirked, and dove a third finger into me, slamming harder than before.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I exclaimed, barely able to get the words out.

"Don't you dare cum yet. Not until I tell you to."

"No, please, I have to cum, I can't help it!"

"Don't cum yet, ****."

I squeezed my fistfuls of blanket until my knuckles turned white.

"Please, Master, I'm going to cum!"

He scoffed. "Fine. But you're going to have to lick up the mess."

"Ahh, fuck!" I moaned as I squirted all over his arm and bed, the warm liquid escaping me as my whole body pulsed and shook.

But Master didn't stop, or give me a moment to collect myself. He went harder.

I screamed as my body started seizing up, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

I couldn't even breathe.

By the time he slid his fingers out, my sanity was long gone. I felt him running his wet hand over my body to wipe it off and investigate my curves as my mind ebbed back into reality.

"Holy shit," I gasped.

"Good girl," he praised me. "You waited to cum."

I nodded, panting, still trying to catch my breath.

"Just three fingers and a few minutes was all it took," he muttered. "Such a slut. Won't take much more to make you my little nympho."

I bit my lip.

"Now, tomorrow morning," he said, "If the King is there to wake me up, then it's because he wants you to be whipped again. So strip, get on your knees, and start sucking dick."

I loved the idea of getting to suck him... But I didn't understand how the King waking him up and me sucking dick were connected. "Why?"

"So he can see that I finally broke you."

I gave a little gasp. "I'm...not broken..."

"What do you want to call that, then, ****?" he asked, pointing to the mess I made all over his bed.

I bit my lip again, instead of replying.

"Open up," he ordered.

I opened my mouth, and he put his fingers in it.

"Clean up your mess."

I sucked on his fingers, my mouth riddled with the taste of my own fluids. I had to lick his whole hand and arm, since I'd squirted so hard.

As I got on my hands and knees, licking at the bedspread, Master playfully squeezed my ass and gave it a light smack. He chuckled as a new thought came to him. "I can't wait to tie you up," he muttered.

Licking the bed wasn't doing much, but Master seemed to be enjoying the view. Once he told me I could go to sleep, I curled up against him, and he buried his face in my hair.

We fell asleep just like that.

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~ ~ ~

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Knock knock knock.

The Prince sighed and rolled out of bed. "I'm a bit busy at the moment."

He hurried to the center of the room, snapped, and pointed to the ground in front of him. I quickly went there.

"Strip," he hissed.

"What?" I breathed.

"Now."

"Sire, the King wants to see you," the doorman said.

I hadn't moved, so the Prince tore off my bra and bottoms and grabbed the whip, which was still sitting next to the door. My eyes widened as he undid his trousers to reveal his massive cock.

Holy shit, it's so much bigger when it's hard...

Wait, he's hard...maybe he had a wet dream about me?

He grabbed my horns and shoved my mouth down on his gigantic cock just as the door was opened.

The Prince looked to the King, the whip hanging at his side. I sat up and peeked over my shoulder to see if the King was there, but he smacked my cheek and shoved my head back down, making me ****.

"Did you need anything?" the Prince asked his father.

There was a pause. "Nope," the King replied, and walked away.

The door closed, but the Prince didn't release me. He held me by my horns and bobbed my head up and down his shaft.

"Put some tongue into it."

With my free hands, I started massaging his balls. Looking up at him, I saw his pleased expression, and the sound of a slight groan egged me on.

He gave me a rough throat-fucking, sticking his big cock through my mouth and throat, his tip bobbing up and down in my upper neck.

"Impressive," he admitted as I did my best to refrain from ****. "I heard elves were good at sword swallowing, but god, my cock may have just found a winning hole."

He must've woken up close to cumming, because it wasn't long before his hot, thick cum drizzled straight into my stomach.

"You better drink it all," he ordered. "There better not be a single drop out of place."

I licked his cock clean, watching his glinted eyes as I ran my tongue all over his big dick.

"I'll bet if you had the chance to go home now you wouldn't take it, would you?" he asked.

I glanced away. The North is my home, but the shit Master can do to me... Which would I choose?

How dare I think that? This is...I didn't...he's enslaved me, and now violated me twice!

"Doesn't matter anyways. I'm going to keep you for a while. It's nice to have horny, wet holes ready for fucking around. Who knew elves were such sluts?"

"Y-You...can't talk to me like that," I said quietly.

"What was that ****?" he asked mockingly. "Asking for more cock?"

_How dare you?! _I went to smack him, but he once again caught my wrist, and in turn smacked me.

"Mm, bad girl. No more cock for you today."

"If it wasn't for that black magic, you and your father would be dead by me and my friends' hands." He and the king got lucky, he needs to understand that.

"Your dead friends?"

"I..." I looked to the ground.

"Well, if it wasn't for that black magic, you'd be back being a servant to your country. Obedience has been instilled on you since you were an infant. At least this way you get some one-on-one time with whoever owns you for the day."

He'd struck a chord. I pointed at him, refraining from trying to hit him. "You--"

He grabbed my pointing hand and twisted it behind my back, so I was bent over, turned away from him, and helpless. "Don't point, ****, that's rude."

I tried to sweep his legs out from under him with a solid kick, but he was firmly planted on the ground.

I tried to break free. I would've been able to if I wasn't underfed.

I threw my head back, trying to poke him with my horns, but he twisted my arm just in time, having anticipated the move, so that I ended up gasping in pain.

He lowered me to the ground so I had an even smaller chance of getting free. "You done?" he asked.

"Screw you."

"You wish," he retorted. "You're going to be stuck with me for a while. You need to make this work."

"Let me go."

"I'll let you go when I feel like it."

I struggled a bit more, before finally sighing and waiting for him to release me.

He didn't.

"Let me go, I repeated.

"I didn't hear a please."

"Will you please let me go?"

"I don't think you want it bad enough."

"Please, Master. Please let me go."

"There it is," he said, releasing me and walking over to his mirror. "Now go get me that blade, I don't want you killing my servants."

"What blade?"

"Don't lie to me. Go get it."

I begrudgingly retrieved the dagger for him

"Good girl."

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The courtyard was beautiful. Not much grew in the snowy North, but in the south everything was covered by the most colorful plants the eye could perceive.

The Prince sat down at a bench in front of a fountain, and since I was on a leash, I did too. It was nice to be back outside and clothed, even if it was in a closed off space and in a tiny gray top and black skirt.

"Ever seen a wishing well?" he asked me.

I shook my head.

"Well, common people throw in money hoping their wishes come true. If the high mage feels generous, he'll sprinkle in some ashes from an ancient hero, and the wishes come true to the extent of the amount of money they sacrificed."

We listened to the fountain trickle down a bit.

"But usually the mage just takes the money," he finished.

After a pause, I said, "Black magic is evil."

"Yeah. Everyone whose wish is granted is damned to hell. But the citizens don't know that. They think the high mage is wonderful. When the moon is full, you can see shadows swirling in the fountain. Could be demons, or trapped souls."

"I thought all humans went to hell."

"For their ancestors' use of black magic? Perhaps."

"That doesn't worry you?"

He sighed, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. "My mom died in my childbirth. They feared I'd die as well, so they used a spell to transfer her life **** into mine before she died. I'm already going to hell."

My eyes widened.

"Yeah, I've read the legends. I've got two life forces in me, so I have twice the ability of others. Didn't you wonder how I can pin you down every time you come at me?"

I shook my head.

"I've been sent to the front lines by the King several times. I'm usually the only one to return. The King realizes that soldiers can't kill me. Nor can poison. Now, a moonlight elf can't either. It's a bit fun to anticipate what he'll try next."

He sighed.

"I'm probably not your best bet at surviving. When I'm dead, they'll kill you."

"No, they'll **** and **** me to ****."

"Yeah, that. Which is bullshit, cause that's my job."

I decided to ignore the last part of what he said. "I can still kill the King for you."

"They'd kill you before I could interfere. I'm still looking for a way to get us both out alive. I'm not going to send you on a suicide mission just to spare me a few months-- cum dumpster or not, you mean more to me than that."

I looked down to the ground, blushing and biting my lip. That was a compliment, right?

"Oh, don't read too much into it. I've risked my life a thousand times before, why not do it now?"

"Well, you're the first person willing to risk their life for me at all."

"Really? Huh." He sat back. "I have to admit, that surprises me. Aren't there love-blinded elvish soldiers who think you're cute and want to jump in front of an arrow, thinking you'll kiss them for saving their life while they die or something?"

I gave him an odd look.

"Well, that's what happens when you're a pretty princess in books."

"Soldiers tell me they'll risk their life for me. But they know I was sent to war because I wasn't supposed to come back."

He nodded. "I know the feeling."

We watched the fountain for a while. Birds sang, and the garden flowered with plants and life.

A single green leaf fell into the pool. It immediately shriveled into a brown crisp, and the wind blew it away into dust.

The Prince rose, looking away from the fountain. "Let's go get that pudding, shall we?"