The Elf Queen: Part 7

Time passed slowly.

For Vivian, it was especially slowly. As an immortal Elf, time had very little meaning for her to begin with. That and the fact she was imprisoned in a windowless dungeon made it very difficult to discern how much time had passed at all since she had been brought here by the mysterious stranger.

The mysterious stranger, her captor, rarely left her alone. He spent a lot of time 'attending' to her, especially with his hands, and specifically her voluptuous body, which he routinely 'treated' at his whim, claiming that the beacon sigil planted on her body required more work to remove. Vivian didn't believe him, but had little option but to allow him to grope and molest her body till he was satisfied.

Each 'treatment session' ended with Vivian climaxing with explosive pleasure, her sensitive body teased and played with by her captor until she cried out in rapturous bliss, the sweet scent of her nectar filling the air as her flower-scented juices soaked the bed beneath her, her noble bearing reduced to a quivering, indecent mess by the mysterious stranger's hands.

These 'treatment sessions' then always continued with them both in the bath together, naked, while the mysterious stranger 'cleaned' her body...

He always took his time, cleaning every nook and crevasse thoroughly, his deft hands leaving not a single inch of her skin unexplored...

Some days, her captor would focus his attentions solely on her breasts...

Some days it was her pussy...

And others, her ass...

Regardless of whether he chose one of these spots, or simply let his hands wander randomly, she would almost always orgasm again while they bathed together...

And of course, during her rather intense climaxes, the perverted man was rather fond of capturing her soft pink lips with his mouth, kissing her deeply and passionately, his tongue violating her mouth just as his hands had done to her body...

As mortifying as this had all been for Vivian in the beginning, she was actually getting used to it now... Not in the sense that it wasn't affecting her anymore, but rather that she had learned to accept, and even enjoy the 'treatments' and subsequent bathing. Her orgasms were more frequent and more pleasurable as a result, making Vivian unconsciously anticipate when the mysterious stranger decided to apply his 'treatment'.

If she had to pick, and if she was being honest, her favorite part of it all was the post-orgasm kisses that tended to last quite a long while, and usually came with some more groping and teasing... It was these tender moments when Vivian felt herself slipping deeper into a pit of sensual pleasure, the bliss pulling her down, her body melting into his embrace as he tasted her lips and tongue while teasing her breasts and nipples.

Of course after being 'washed' and pleasured so thoroughly, Vivian was then always requested to 'wash' the mysterious stranger's body. After all, he had 'washed' her, it was only fair that she 'washed' him right?

She obliged begrudgingly, knowing that this routine would always end with her 'helping' her captor with his erection, as his cock never failed to be stiff and hard after her 'treatments' and 'washing', so Vivian did as she was told, and 'helped'.

Though outwardly unwilling and resentful, Vivian couldn't help but feel rather smug that her body never failed to arouse the man's desire. Seeing the way he looked at her, and his cock's eager, obvious reaction to her gave her a secret thrill deep inside, one that she wasn't willing to acknowledge just yet.

She was getting rather used to his demands by now, and was also getting better at servicing him too. She would never admit it, but she actually had grown to like this indecent act! What was to like? Well, for starters, that first salty taste of his precum...

Then the warm sensation of his fleshy cock-tip touching her lips.

The feeling of it sliding into her mouth, her tongue sliding wetly along his length as her lips wrapped around his girth...

She even liked it when he thrust it into her throat, ramming it deep, causing her to gag...

Then her favorite part, the hot burst of creamy, delicious cum that flooded her mouth and throat, filling her belly with pump after pump of sperm. It was bitter, but somehow sweet as well, and the hot, creamy texture filling her mouth, coating her tongue and sliding down her throat was impossible to forget.

Vivian rationalized it by thinking that she'd rather enjoy it than hate it, as most of her meals now had been replaced by a fresh, hot load of human sperm.

That is how her time had been spent. How long had it been? Days? Months? Vivian wasn't sure. All that she knew for certain was that she was slowly but surely losing sight of her original objective.

What had she set out for again? Was it something to do with her responsibilities as queen? Yes... that was part of it... Her people needed her... Right! The Curse of Infertility! That was why she had left the shelter of the forest!

Sometimes she would suddenly remember her purpose, then she'd angrily confront her captor, after which he would agree to work harder to remove the beacon sigil so that she could safely leave without being tracked.

However, this only resulted in Vivian being ruthlessly groped and molested by him again until she orgasmed, the pleasure so intense it made her mind go blank.

In the lusty, erotic haze that always followed such moments, Vivian would slowly start to forget her purpose again. After all, it was hard to focus on anything when a cock was in her mouth...

By the time she was back in the bath with him, she had forgotten her promise to her people yet again... His tongue made it very hard to remember what she had been upset about earlier...

And so their amorous routine continued. With each passing day, Vivian grew to enjoy his touch more and more, her mind dazed by his passionate gaze, his hot touch, the things he did to her body becoming more and more enjoyable and pleasurable...

Their connection deepened as Vivian learned where his cock was most sensitive, her technique becoming more refined and skillful as her lips and tongue became more familiar with his phallus.

With his guidance, she learned how to use her body to her advantage, her voluptuous curves, bountiful hills and sensual valleys all playing an erotic role in the play of pleasure she was the main character in...

Vivian, Queen of the Elves grew very accustomed to this new lifestyle, her days a myriad of pleasure and bliss, erotic caresses and sensual moments that engraved their memories onto her soul.

Vivian sometimes even allowed herself to believe that this mysterious man holding her captive might actually be her soul-mate! Though he was a human, and Vivian wasn't sure that it was even possible for a human and Elf to be soul-mates, she deluded herself with the idea that it was possible.

You see, the immortal Elves mated for life with their soul-mates, because it was only with their soul-mates that it was possible to produce offspring! Until now, the Elves had only two known ways of finding your soul-mate. The first and most acceptable option to the Elves was performing a magic ritual between two participants to see if their souls were compatible, and soul-mates always had the highest possible level of compatibility.

The second, less favorable way to discover your soul-mate was to have sexual intercourse with a potential soul-mate, during which the couple would be able to sense if soul-mate level compatibility was present. This had been the ancient way of the Elves before the soul-mate ritual had been created, but there was a problem with this method.

The Elves had discovered that any female Elf that mated with someone who wasn't their soul-mate lost a certain percentage of fertility! Each partner a female Elf had made it harder for her to conceive when she eventually found her soul-mate. Many female Elves had gone barren from too many partners before the new compatibility ritual was created and the old ways shunned.

Worth noting was that this ancient compatibility check worked vaginally and anally! This was well studied and documented by the Elves long ago, as had been discovered by a young, pubescent Princess Vivian in the Grand Library of the Elves late one night long ago... The pictures in the book were very vivid...

The modern Elves, being a bit prudish and very concerned with fertility, shunned this ancient archaic method, and over time it had become taboo to engage in sexual intercourse with anyone who wasn't your ritual-confirmed soul-mate.

So realistically, Vivian had no way of knowing if her mysterious captor was actually her soul-mate, as she didn't know the ritual method to check. The only way she could be sure was for them to copulate traditionally, in other words, sex. Her dreams of late had been dancing around this very thought, every night she was nearly taken by the mysterious stranger...

But she always woke up before she was penetrated. She was thankful for that, as she didn't know how she would handle a dream where she lost her virginity to that man... The only problem was that in her dreams, Vivian was far more willing than when awake, practically begging the man to fuck her...

Thankfully for Vivian however, since imprisoning her, her captor had only molested and groped her, and had made her suck his cock, or pleasure him in other ways with her body. Never once had he attempted to penetrate either of her lower holes with his manhood.

However, over time Vivian had a though keep occurring to her. She thought of this more and more as time went on until it occupied most of her idle thoughts. Despite their constant intimacy and obvious physical attraction to each other, why had he never tried to shove that thick, hard, girthy phallus into her wet, hot pussy? He'd had more than enough opportunity to do so, and it wasn't because she was able to resist him...

Did he know about female Elves losing fertility when mating with someone who wasn't their soul-mate? Was he restraining himself for her sake? Was he her soul-mate? Vivian didn't know, but her idle thoughts wondered if he could be... The only way to find out was to spread her legs for him and let his long, thick penis penetrate deep into her hot, wet vagina...

Vivian shuddered with uncontrolled tremors at the thought, blushing with hot embarrassment. Her pussy itched, aroused by her own indecent thoughts. When would he be back to 'treat' her, she wondered...

Little did the Elf Queen Vivian know that her secret desires would soon be fulfilled in ways she didn't know were possible...