Submitting to the elf lord (2)

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‘I love humans,’ Rangdorn grunted, still rubbing his hard cock against my lips.

His words revolved in my head.

I miss the old days when we would ride openly across the borders, each of us bringing back a soft maiden to keep our beds warm.

I never tired of fucking their soft bodies.

His body was huge over me, his shaft thick and long, and I thought I would **** as he started to push himself past my lips and into my mouth. He was so wide that he only just fit between my lips, even with my mouth fully open.

Soon my mouth was full of him, as he fucked the head of his shaft gently against the top of my mouth. His juices were running straight down the back of my throat, rich and musky-scented, and I longed to cough and ****.

He stayed there a long time, gently fucking my mouth while the tendrils still **** my lips wide open. I knew I should be terrified but I could feel myself growing hazy and relaxed, and I knew it was the strong scent of him, filling my senses. My whole throat felt warm and slippery, so I did not panic when I felt him start to push deeper into my mouth.

‘Good animal,’ he murmured, stroking my face while his cock pushed at the back of my mouth. ‘Just relax and take it all.’

I had never felt anything like it before. Moving slowly, like a freight train grinding up a hill, his hard head pushed into my mouth, up against my gag reflex. I had a moment of confused fear, thinking I would ****, then he muttered a fey command, and I felt my gag reflex relax.

I hated the feeling that he could just control my body, but resistance seemed so hard. I was so relaxed, and it was easier to just drift and let the drowsy soup pull me downwards.

I had never deep-throated a sexual partner and I had also never had anyone near me with a dick as large as Rangdorn. I could feel his pleasure mounting as he pushed deeper and deeper into me. In horror, I felt my throat, well-lubed from his precum and my saliva, opening up to allow him inside.

My brain yelled in alarm at the feeling of him embedded deeply in my throat, and I wanted to ****, to cough so that I could breathe freely again. His shaft was like a rod of silken-smooth wood inside my throat, penetrating me deeper and deeper.

I felt his groin against my face, and his muscled stomach against my eyes, and I knew he was all the way inside me, deep down my throat.

‘Ah fuck,’ he groaned above me, so far above me that I had no sense of proportion any more. My world had shrunk to the insane feeling of his giant cock inside my mouth, stretching my lips wide open, and the wrong feeling of being impaled deep inside my throat.

Then he pushed fiercely even deeper and suddenly I couldn’t even breathe anymore as he was cumming, sharply, in a giant rush deep inside me. I felt his hot cum slide down my esophagus, as I swallowed convulsively around him. Rangdorn laughed a deep joyous laugh above me.

He pulled slowly out, cum still streaming from him, only to cum again in my mouth. I swallowed again, **** to get the strong taste away from my tongue. He laughed again, a careless, cruel sound.

‘Animal taking her medicine.’

I had tears streaming down my face as I struggled to breathe, and I wanted to scream at him, but my mouth was still restrained wide open.

‘Gods,’ he murmured, as he hung over me, his softening cock resting against my cheek. ‘Ah, I’ve missed that. And you’re good. Our king will enjoy you. He will enjoy sharing you with the men of the court.’

He stayed resting above me for a long time, while his breathing slowly eased, seeming oblivious to me still restrained beneath him. I felt sticky and wet, my face covered in his drying juices. My body hurt from the restraints, which he showed no signs of removing.

I wished I could go back, I wished I could make different life decisions. If only I hadn’t gone to the club that night, if only I had been more sensible, I wouldn’t be here now.

Rangdorn must have sensed my thoughts. ‘There’s no going back, animal,’ he said sharply. ‘Even if you could find a portal, you’ve got elf seed inside you now. If you were to miraculously find a way home, you’d spend the rest of your life yearning to be back here.’ He laughed. ‘Let me show you, silly bitch.’

He stood up off the bed, and I felt exposed as he looked at me with a grin on his face. ‘You’re a stupid cow,’ he said, and I flushed at the dismissal in his voice. I felt so **** lying naked and restrained beneath him.

‘A receptacle for our king’s seed, a pleasure-doll for the court.’ He stood over me, still naked, his hand reaching down to absently caress my breasts.

‘The men of the court will love these udders,’ he gloated. ‘So soft and large. Our elven women are not so well endowed.’ I saw with horror that he was slowly growing stiff and erect again, his member engorged and dark. I felt stupid and ****, lying spread-eagled on his bed, unable to move while he stood over me and talked at me.

‘When you let Daemir and his rangers take you, you agreed to become our broodmare, little animal.’ He sneered at me. ‘The king will use you to please the court and to pump out new babies. One after the other, until even you don’t remember how many. I’ll even come visit you once every couple of years, to plant a special baby in you. Goddess, I can’t wait.’

I struggled wildly to pull myself free of the manacles, even while I knew it was pointless. Rangdorn laughed, and slapped one of my breasts, painfully hard.

‘Stop that, animal.’

He laughed again. ‘Let me speed things up for you.’ He looked down at me with fierce, cold eyes, his hands still on my breasts, and spoke clearly some words in his fey language. I panted in fear as I felt warmth flush from his hands into my breasts, then my fear grew in earnest as I felt my breasts heat up from inside, as if they were growing, changing.

I watched mesmerized as my breasts grew larger, rounder, taut and full-feeling. I was horrified at the cruel smile on Rangdorn’s face. My nipples grew as well, until they were large and taut. I started to whimper as I first felt then saw milk rising through my nipples, dripping under Rangdorn’s hands across my skin. He smirked me, and squeezed hard at one of my breasts in a milking motion, forcing more milk out.

‘Milking cow,’ he sneered at me. ‘Little human animal for fucking and milking and making baby elves. Now try to go home.’

No, I wanted to cry at him, but I couldn’t because my mouth was still restrained.

Rangdorn saw my anguish and just laughed at me cruelly again. His member had grown taut and hard again, dripping precum onto me, and Rangdorn rubbed it into my nipples absent-mindedly, mixing it with the milk.

‘Time to put a baby inside you,’ he gloated. ‘Our king will be happy.’

I wanted to beg ‘no’ but the tendrils were holding my tongue down, and I could just make wordless cries.

He moved onto all fours over me, his member hard and erect. I wanted to faint away, pretend it was a dream, but I couldn’t. His hand moved between my legs and I felt his fingers pushing into me. ‘So wet,’ he chuckled. ‘So juicy. There’s no way you’re making me believe you don’t want this.’

Rangdorn lowered his head to drink from my breasts - first one, then the other, then swapping back and forth between them, sucking hard so that I felt the milk spurting into his mouth. He drank for a long time, and I felt myself growing warmer and even wetter between my legs.

His hand fucked between my legs - first two thick fingers, then three. I loved the feeling of being stretched wide open, and his mouth on my breasts only turned me on even more.

I didn’t want him to fuck me, but I also wanted desperately to feel even more, to have more inside me. I wanted to be taken again, like the night in the club that had started all this.

Finally Rangdorn lifted his head. ‘Little human cow is ready,’ he chuckled. He rose up on his knees, rubbing his shaft with a look of wild-eyed pleasure on his face. I could feel fey magic swirling around the room, and I didn’t know what was happening until I saw his shaft morphing and changing.

I thought he was already large but then I watched in disbelief as a second shaft grew from his body, a bone of wood growing and thickening alongside his cock, fitting around his shaft to thicken and lengthen him even further.

There was no way that was fitting inside me.

My fear rising again, I struggled futilely to escape from the bonds but only succeeded in wedging my legs further apart. Rangdorn laughed at my struggles, still stroking his shaft, now nearly full-grown and exuding a saplike slippery lubricant from glands along its length.

What even was that thing? I didn’t want it or the slippery juices oozing from it inside me, and I fought even harder to escape.

‘Still wearing yourself out, little cat?’ Rangdorn grinned at me, breathing heavily with lust. ‘Let me teach you obedience.’

Then he lowered himself down onto all fours, lowering his hips between my spread legs. I whimpered wordlessly in fright.

I felt him against me almost immediately, hard and silken-smooth, both shafts forming an unbelievably thick, round, slippery head pushing against my entrance.

No, no, no, I wanted to beg, but I could only make garbled sounds.

I could see Rangdorn's wild pleasure on his face as he pushed hard against me, and I could feel my soft flesh bruising at the pressure, as he crushed my sensitive flesh between him and my pubic bone. I was very wet but he was also very large - thicker than my arm and hard as wood - and I whimpered wordlessly as he pushed against me.

Rangdorn chuckled at the look of wordless fright in my face. ‘I’m stronger than you, kitten,’ he gloated, ‘and you know what’s going to happen. It’ll hurt but then I’ll be inside you. You can’t stop me.’

Please stop, I wanted to beg.

But I also couldn’t admit to myself that my body wanted him inside me - I felt so hollow and empty, I had been wanted to be fucked, hard and ruthlessly, for weeks while we travelled through the forest. My breasts, large and still dripping milk despite Rangdorn’s drinking from me, ached, wanting, needing stimulation. My whole body thrummed with sexual desire, my back arching to beg him inside me.

He pushed hard against my sensitive entrance, and it felt like an iron rod, invasive, crushing me. I knew he was going to split my cunt entrance wide open, and my body yearned for the sensation of being stretched, even while my brain shrank from the invasion. I didn’t want him inside me, he had no right to use me like this…

But Rangdorn pushed hard, ruthlessly, hungrily, and I heard myself wailing as my body stretched unbelievably wide, and then he was sliding into me, deep and deeper in one long movement. It hurt, the soft tissues of my entrance wailing at the ruthless treatment. The feeling was like a tree branch wedged deeply inside me.

That was only the start of course. As I lay beneath him, panting, whimpering, feeling the spittle from my forcibly open mouth dripping across my cheek, Rangdorn started to fuck me, hard, ramming himself deep into me. My body fought him, my muscles trying to push him back out, but it did no good. He was too strong and I was too tightly restrained, and I realised that I was only giving him more pleasure by resisting.

I **** myself to relax and Rangdorn hammered hard, deep into my now unresisting flesh. I felt myself bruising deep inside as if from a pylon driving into me, my body growing unbelievably wetter as I tried to accommodate him.

Rangdorn’s face above me was a picture of wild, joyous pleasure, his hands closed fiercely on my shoulders as he used the purchase there as leverage to ram himself harder into me.

‘Oh, it’s been so long,’ he grunted, ‘too long. Since I’ve taught a human woman to take my seed.’

He slowed for a bit, his hand reaching up to stroke my cheek. ‘Am I hurting you, little cat?’ He chuckled. ‘I hope so. It’s good for you. Teach you your place. If I had you for a week, I’d fuck you so many times you’d forget there had ever been anything else.’

It hurt as he ground himself against me, into me, but it also felt amazing, and I was conflicted, wanting him to stop, wanting my bodily integrity again, but also yearning, wishing for more and harder, deeper…

Then Rangdorn sped up again, and I was lost, unable to process thoughts or words as he drove into me in a hard hammering motion. He was too long to fit fully inside me, and yet I felt my body stretching even more as he fucked me.

I was screaming and I could feel his giant shaft fully, unbelievably inside me.

He came with a grunt of triumph, and I incredibly could feel his warm wetness against my insides. I felt battered and used, unable to move with the restraints and his giant shaft wedged deeply inside me.

He laughed, his body shuddering in a second climax, as he relaxed on top of me. ‘Good kitten,’ he chuckled. ‘Such a good kitten.’

Rangdown whispered some words in the fey language, and I felt the tendrils in my mouth withdrawing. He stroked my cheek again as he lay on top of me, a gentle, caressing motion. ‘Good animal,’ he murmured. ‘Tell me you want to serve our king.’

I sobbed once as I lay passively beneath him. His member had softened briefly after he came, but I could feel him hardening again, thickening, growing again deep inside me.

‘Tell me,’ he said softly, persuasively. ‘Tell me you want our king to own your body, to use you like I’m using you.’ His other hand had dropped to my sensitive breast, squeezing and stroking, and I saw wearily his actions made the milk run even more strongly from me.

Rangdorn laughed. ‘Such a good cow,’ he murmured, thrusting his shaft gently, almost absent-mindedly into me. ‘Tell me you want to serve our king.’

I didn’t want to serve their elven king. He would be cruel and treat me like a possession. No. Not a possession. A cow, a broodmare, an animal for fucking and procreation. I didn’t want to serve him. I wanted to go home.

And yet… Some deep part of me knew that I wasn’t going home. And even if I did… I knew what happened to those unlucky enough to escape elfland, drifting forever, yearning to find elfland again, outcast from society and liable to be enslaved and used by the powerful and hungry.

Anything would be better than that. And whatever my brain thought about it, my body yearned to be used again - yes even now, while I was hurting, rubbed raw and tender from Rangdorn’s **** of me, even now when I felt impaled like a bug on a pin from his shaft, even now as I felt violated at the thought of his juices irretrievably inside me and seeking my womb… Yes, even as I remembered his words…

She’s fertile, humans always are when the moon is full…

I’ll plant a special baby inside you, a present for our king…

My voice was drowsy, I felt used up with desire and passion, crushed beneath him. ‘Yes,’ I heard my voice whispering, unbelievably. I tried to make my lips and tongue say ‘no’, but they didn’t want to.

I’ll fuck compliance into her, Rangdorn had said, and he was right. It was too hard to resist him, as I felt his seed still hot inside me, and as his shaft stiffened to fuck me hard and painfully again.

‘Yes,’ I whispered, and then spoke louder, drowsily, as if ****. ‘Yes, I’ll serve your king.’

‘Good animal,’ he praised, ‘Daemir chose well. You are built for fucking and for obedience.’ He laughed, then I felt him raising himself back onto his elbows to fuck me again.

Rangdorn didn’t seem to ever get tired. He used me all night, with only a short break each time he came inside me, before starting to fuck me again. At some point, he removed the manacles but I was too tired, too compliant to even think of trying to escape him. My world shrank to the four-poster bed, the sound of his guttural voice, his hands holding me and his shaft sliding into me again and again, his body hot and heavy against mine, my cunt hot and aching, always wanting more.

He manhandled me all night, from one position to another. My body grew sore and aching from his demands, and soon I wanted to scream at the feeling of him pushing his hungry shaft across my sensitive flesh again, pushing into my abused entrance again. He only laughed each time he saw me wince. He knew he was hurting me and he didn’t care.

He was still using me when the sun rose into the chamber. I was so tired I could no longer keep my eyes open while he hammered himself viciously into me, holding me by the hips, using me like a sextoy, his giant member embedded so deep into me that I thought he must be penetrating my womb.

My eyes closed and finally I slept, with him still inside me.

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