A Dark Elf

As the man led her to another room, Lydia's mind raced with conflicting emotions. She had never considered owning a **** before, her moral compass always guided her towards justice and fairness. But the idea of having someone bound to her, someone who would serve her every need... it sparked a forbidden curiosity within her, and a warm feeling of arousal. What if they had elf slaves? Everyone knew they were the best lovers.

In the dimly lit room, rows of men and women stood on display, their eyes downcast as they awaited their fate. Lydia's gaze swept over them; her heart a little heavy with the weight of their silent suffering.

There was a dark elf standing in a cage too narrow to sit in.

He was shirtless, body completely ripped, black hair in thin braids. His skin was a blueish grey, it looked so sleek and smooth, but the muscles below looked so firm. His crotch was covered with a loin cloth. As his red eyes fixed on Lydia’s, something burned inside her. She couldn’t help but lick her lips as he looked her up and down.

Lydia tried to push down the sudden surge of desire that coursed through her veins, the mere thought of owning this dark elf igniting a fire within her that she couldn't ignore. Despite the conflict raging inside her, she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him.

Each time she blinked, her mind filled with a picture of them in bed together. First, he was on top, pounding her with her legs up in the air, then her legs were wrapped around his back, then she was on top, bouncing so hard, her tits were jiggling, then she was on all fours, being fucked doggy style.

Approaching the cage with a mixture of trepidation and longing, Lydia met the dark elf's intense gaze with her own. His eyes held a mix of defiance and resignation, as if he had accepted his fate but refused to be broken by it. There was a raw strength in him that both intrigued and unnerved her.

"What is your name?" Lydia's voice was barely above a whisper, but it echoed in the silent room.

The dark elf remained silent for a moment, his gaze never leaving hers. Then, in a voice as deep and rough as gravel, he spoke one word that sent shivers down Lydia's spine.

"Razir." His voice was deep and sure, his red eyes locking gaze with Lydia.

The name seemed to hang in the air between them, a weighty presence that seemed to bind them together in an unspoken pact. Lydia's heart pounded in her chest as she reached out a hand towards the dark elf, her fingers trembling with a mixture of fear and desire. Razir's gaze bore into hers, his red eyes smouldering with a fierce intensity that threatened to consume her.

With a sudden surge of courage, Lydia unlocked the cage and stepped inside, the clang of the door echoing in the small room. She stood face to face with Razir, her pulse racing as she drank in the sight of him up close. His dark skin glistened with a faint sheen of sweat, his muscles taut and defined beneath the surface.

"Come with me," Lydia whispered, her voice barely more than a breathless murmur. Razir's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of wariness flickering across his features. But then, with a slow nod of acquiescence, he stepped forward and followed her.

“An excellent choice,” the noble’s ward said. “But be careful. I’m sure you know the tales of elves. They are great lovers. I hate to sound crude, but this is an important warning-”

“Don’t swallow their jizz,” Lydia cut in. “Yeah I got it, I’ve heard it plenty of times before.”

The man looked at her, a little dumbfounded.

But Lydia paid no heed to the noble's ward, her focus consumed by the dark elf at her side.

“Here is your scroll of ownership.” The ward handed her a scroll. “And if you could just sign here…” he held out another scroll and a quill for her to sign it with. Lydia signed it. Razir was now her property. She couldn’t wait to use him.