She felt him release her wrists before he captured her breasts in both hands to encircle their hardened tips with his tongue, devouring her as if she was a delicious treat. As she began to trace the contours of his ear with her tongue, he inhaled sharply and bit hard into her shoulder now. His body trembled under her touch, and she felt the hard pulse of his arousal at her swollen nether lips, probing to thrust into her. She moved very slightly to the side, not allowing him to enter. You seem to like this very much, elf, Igraine thought, delighted by her new discovery. He tilted his head to the side so she could reach him more easily. Igraine moaned softly into his ear before she caressed it with her tongue, so lightly she only tickled him.
His frustrated moan pleased her, so she returned to suckling on the sensitive tip as long as she was able to concentrate on it, for his fingers slid under the hem of her thin shift and found the heat between her legs, slipping easily between her folds. He found her already dripping wet for him and gently stroked her tight rosebud until she moaned again. Smiling, he entered her with his fingers, first one, then the second, mimicking the movement of his member where she needed him most. Aching for more, she pushed herself down on his hand, but it wasn’t enough.
“Do you have a wish your prince could grant you, Igraine?” he asked mockingly, but his hoarse voice betrayed his own desire for her.
Now it was Igraine who grabbed the prince’s hair, pulling his head roughly back. His eyes glowed like embers now, challenging her to resist him.
“Take me,” she said. It was a command, not a question.
“I think I did not understand you quite clearly,” the prince answered.
“I want you to enter me, elf. I need you for my pleasure, deep inside me.” She reached down with her free hand and took hold of his hot flesh, making him groan when she placed him at her wet entrance. “Do you understand me now?”
Elathan never answered. He plunged into her so hard she screamed, taking her completely with one single stroke. His large hands grabbed her hips and arranged her on his lap so he could go even deeper, wrapping her legs around his hips so she sat fully on his manhood, unable to move while he took her with mighty, deep thrusts.
He slid his fingers into the dark mass of curls at both sides of her temples, forcing her to look into his eyes while he filled her to the hilt, moving up and down mercilessly. “Oh, I understand exactly what you need, Igraine,” his dark voice mocked her. “But can you take even more? Or is it already too much for you, weak human?”
“More," Igraine replied stubbornly, not ready to give up her pride. “Is this all you can do, elf?”
I really shouldn’t have said that. The thought flickered through her mind when she saw his eyes narrow to slits, giving him the look of a predator who had just decided to go for the kill. His smile was arousing and frightening at the same time. “Never dare a prince, Igraine,” he said. Abruptly he pulled himself out of her, leaving her with a painful feeling of emptiness. He stretched out his hand and touched the living wooden wall behind his back, murmuring something in his elven tongue.
Igraine gasped when she saw the two long branches growing out of the wall, reaching down to her. They moved around her wrists like tentacles, pulling her arms apart and high up over her head, shackling her without a hope of escape. She was his helpless victim now.
The elf moved the wood with his magic until he had her in a position most desirable for him. She was hanging in the air right over his hips so he could enter her with ease if he stood before her, while her upper body was bent back so her breasts were lifted invitingly to his mouth. “Oh yes,” he murmured, watching her with a wicked grin. “I am very pleased.” Elathan inspected her from head to toe, then raised a critical brow. “No. There is still something that doesn’t find my favor.”
Igraine cried out with surprise when his hands slid into the neck line of her chemise, ripping it in two parts with one single movement. It fell to the floor in shreds. “Damn, I will get you a new one, woman,” he said before she could throw a regretful look at it. “Now, you will learn what it means to be fully taken by an elf. I will not hold back this time. You wanted it that way.”
Without waiting for her answer, he grabbed her legs and placed them around his lean waist. Supporting her buttocks with his large hands, he moved the tip of his throbbing shaft towards her swollen sex, rubbing it along her damp folds, teasing her a little until she arched her hips to take him in.
When she looked down she gasped, seeing his huge erection pushing against her entrance. He lifted her on his hands towards his hips because he wanted her to watch, forbidding her to look away with a dark glance. She couldn’t avert her eyes even if she had wanted. It was an incredible sight, the heavily muscled warrior rising over her like a dark angel, his glorious hair spilling over his shoulders while he tossed back his head, his amber eyes darkened with desire.
As he slowly, slowly pressed into her hot wetness, Igraine couldn’t hold back the primal groan that escaped her lips. Watching his manhood as it entered her body was almost more than she could endure. He pushed himself deep into her, touching her womb, savoring the tight feeling before he pulled back again.
It took him but one single, strong thrust and she came with a scream, her satin flesh convulsing around him violently. When he smiled, his face held an expression of male triumph and sheer pleasure, making him move into her depths again. He rocked against her without leaving her the time to recover, so she climaxed a second time, growing limp in his arms.
When the prince felt the strong embrace of her inner muscles again, he lost the self-restraint he had managed to hold upright all the time. He buried his face between her sweet breasts, covering them all over with small love bites until she was unmistakably his, enjoying her sounds of lustful pain, just the right amount to arouse without hurting her. At the same time he slid in and out, stretching her with his thick hardness. Oh, how he loved her agonized gasps, her husky voice as she called out his name, pleading, demanding more.
He thrust her so hard and deep he could feel the draining feeling, weakening her like it did the first time he had taken her fully. But he slowed down if it became too much for her, always keeping her at the threshold of incredible lust and total surrender - the wonderful sensation of giving up completely, even if it meant her death. But he would not allow anything to harm her, so he pressed his forehead to hers, giving her his strength, a part of him to hold on whenever she began to fade away.
The feeling of completeness shook them both while they moved against each other, making it impossible to believe they were two separate beings, joined, as they were now in mind as well as in body. The prince pumped into her again and again, unable to think of anything else but the overwhelming wish to lose himself in her body, never to come back. Up and down he went, claiming her mouth with a fierce kiss right before he exploded inside her in a white-hot eruption, riding the wave of sheer ecstasy while he spilled himself into her welcoming depths. When he called her name, ordering her to come with him, she obeyed instantly, her shuddering relief wringing the last sweet drop of pleasure out of his body.
Heavily breathing, Elathan touched the wooden shackles that still held her up, commanding them wordlessly to release her. When she was free, he took his exhausted pleasure slave in his arms and gently lay her down on the silken pillows. Then he sprawled beside her and pulled her into a tight embrace to keep her warm, possessively placing one of his long legs over hers. You are mine, human. He placed a tender kiss on her hair, assuming she was asleep already. But she opened her lovely green eyes one last time, smiling up at him.
“Thank you, Sire.”
Elathan chuckled. “I like it when you say that.”
Chapter 15: A Sight to Behold
Igraine awakened in the prince's arms, feeling the heat of his male body surrounding her. He had her in his iron grip so she could hardly move, but it was not uncomfortable at all. Indeed she felt so warm and safe that she closed her eyes, sighing. Then she fell asleep a
gain, listening to the sound of his deep breathing while the birds were greeting the new day with their morning song outside.
The soft touch of dark lips on her shoulder had coaxed her to leave the alluring world of dreams and return to the wooden dwelling he had built for her, finding herself in his embrace. But this time his breathing was not regular; it had become heavy and ragged with desire as he cupped her breasts with his large hands, his thumbs tenderly rubbing their aching peaks. She arched her back to mold herself into his palms, wanting more. The movement required that she pressed her rounded behind against his lower body, where she felt his hard arousal already waiting for her. It rubbed against her while his lips and tongue left her shoulder and travelled higher to the base of her neck, easily finding the right places where she longed for his touch.
When the elf started kissing his way down along her spine with lips and tongue, she gasped, surprised by her own reaction. She hadn’t even known how sensitive her skin was there. Shivers of pleasure ran through her in waves, and her whole body began to tremble violently. His hair followed his movements while he went deeper, caressing and tickling the overly sensitized skin of her back. Igraine lost control completely. Her soft laughter started to alternate with deep moans of raw desire.
When she wriggled too much under his teasing lips, he started to place tiny bites all over her back. It felt so good she bit into her own hand to stop herself from screaming, needing the pain to endure the sensations that threatened to overwhelm her. The prince traced her spine all the way down to her waist while his hands covered her buttocks and turned her on her stomach, holding her down while he pleasured her without mercy. A liquid heat spread in her lower body, and she rubbed herself instinctively against the silken blankets. Her nether parts felt moist and swollen, yearning for him to enter her most private place.
She winced when he reached the swell of her bottom, his tongue tickling just the top of the cleft between her rounded cheeks. She heard his dark laughter and screamed out when he bit both her soft mounds with his sharp teeth, just a bit to mark them as his property. “Mine, too,” he murmured as he stuffed a few pillows under her belly to lift her bottom to him. Igraine’s eyes widened when his hands slid between her inner thighs, pulling them apart as he spread them as wide as possible. He bent back with a very wicked smile on his regal face, enjoying the erotic sight unfolding before him. Igraine held her breath. She was totally exposed to his gaze now. But she was ashamed only for one moment before she felt his eyes resting on the wet petals of her womanhood, opened for him now like a sensual flower.
She buried her face in the softness of a pillow and closed her eyes, expecting to feel the velvet head of his manhood there, ready to plunge deep into her welcoming heat. His hands covered her voluptuous bottom, kneading the silken flesh, but leaving no doubt that she was not allowed to move. But he didn’t sheathe himself inside her. Instead she felt his hot breath right at her naked sex, heard his hoarse laughter before he playfully blew against her, cooling her moist flesh that shivered at the unexpected sensation.
Igraine tried to lift herself up to give him full access where she needed him, to do whatever he liked, if he only touched her. But he held her down and kept her waiting, his hardness throbbing with need while he inhaled her delicious womanly scent.
She heard his smile in his voice when he said, “Ask me, Igraine.”
Igraine blushed, glad that her face was hidden in a pillow right now. She tilted her head to the side so he could hear her answer. “My Prince … I want you to take me,” she whispered.
“Oh, I know,” he chuckled. I can smell your desire, and I know exactly how much you want me inside you right now. But is there anything else your master can do to reward your … eagerness to please him, little slave?” He blew over her wetness again, the cooling effect was torturing. She moaned with frustration.
“I need you to … “
“Yes?” the prince asked, one brow raised questioningly.
“To touch me … there.”
“Only to touch you? Like this?” He ran a finger over her, so gently she could hardly feel it. He touched only the outside of her swollen flesh, intentionally avoiding the sensitive parts within. She tried to change her position to rub herself against him, but his other hand held her firmly in place.
“Or … would you prefer if I did this to you?” He bowed his head, and his tongue flickered ever so slightly over her, but stopped before she could even think of an answer.
“Y…yes,” Igraine breathed. “I want this.”
“What do you desire from me, pleasure slave? You humans are prone to saying one thing and doing something else. But if you want to pleasure me, you will learn to call everything by its name, especially when it comes to the art of love. If I utter a command in bed, I will leave no doubt about the exact nature of my wishes.”
She started to tremble, longing for his tongue so desperately she would have cried and begged if that had been his order. But she wasn’t used to saying what her own body desired, she had never dared to before. She pressed the pillow against her hot face, suddenly ashamed to speak it out loud.
“I want you to … pleasure me with your tongue, my Lord.” When he still didn’t move, she whispered, “Lick me.”
All thoughts of shame were gone when he instantly took her with his mouth, opening her moist folds with his lips, running his tongue from her slick entrance all the way down until he found the center of her passion. The elf kept suckling and licking her until she felt her peak nearing, but he always knew and paused before she came too quickly, taking away his mouth just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore.
It felt incredibly erotic that she lay on her belly, her private parts upside down, spread open wide for him so his tongue plunged deep into her slick channel, giving her a taste of what his hard manhood could do there. She felt his whole face pressing against her nether lips, devouring her. It seemed as if he wanted to eat her like a dessert he liked to lick right out of the plate without using a spoon. His straight regal nose nudged at her most secret places, teasing her. She wondered how the elf managed to breathe, even thought she heard him say, “So sweet,” when he took away his mouth to move down to her tender nub of flesh again.
It didn’t take her long when the prince decided to go for her release. He shortly sucked her all in before he began to stimulate her with slow, firm circles of his tongue around her pearl, keeping his rhythm steady. Igraine took a shuddering breath, then she came with the ferocity of a storm, her screams muffled by the silken pillow while he continued licking, but very tenderly now, making her explode once, twice, again. Her whole body shook with the quakes of her aftermath before it went limp as she relaxed, completely satisfied and exhausted. The prince placed one last kiss on her womanhood, then he reached out for her and pulled her to him, turning her in his arms so he could claim her lips. Igraine moaned into his mouth as she tasted her own sweet, musky juices on his incredibly naughty tongue, noticed her own smell of arousal on his handsome face.
“Well done, Igraine,” the prince said, pulling her close to his body. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her irresistible scent.
She lay her head on his alabaster shoulder and laughed, still unable to move any limb. “But I didn’t do anything,” she protested weakly.
“The first lesson you have to learn, woman, is how to take pleasure. Only when you are well-trained in surrendering yourself to your master completely, will you start to learn what it means to give pleasure, as well. I will teach you all this, amongst other things.” A slow, seductive smile curved his dark lips. “But just now you have pleased your prince immensely, sweet Igraine.”
* * * * *
“Where are you taking me?” Igraine asked while Elathan covered her eyes with a black strip of cloth, binding it behind her head. His hands lingered on her hair, watching the shining brown curls glide over his pale fingers before he lifted them and placed a tingling kiss on her neck.
She was wearin
g her beautiful new gown, unfortunately without the shimmering chemise underneath. After they had made love this morning, she had sadly picked up the shreds from the floor of the tree house, feeling their incredible softness. Laughing, Elathan had promised to let his fairies weave a new one that looked exactly like the first, not understanding the female's whining about a simple piece of clothing.
He didn’t laugh now, but she knew that he smiled, delighted by her excitement. “I already told you that it was a surprise, woman, so be quiet. I want to show you something.”
Before he had obscured her vision with the band of black silk, Elathan had stood in the middle of the clearing and closed his eyes, while he appeared to do nothing more than listen to the sounds of the forest. But Igraine sensed his magic reaching out, calling for something. The air crackled with it. A few of the golden autumn leaves on the ground began to float through the air, whirling around though there was not even a light breeze to lift them up. Only a few minutes later there was a loud rustling in the undergrowth, and a huge black horse came galloping through the bushes. Igraine recognized it as the same he had ridden when she had entered the forest through the magic door.
The stallion snorted as he saw Elathan, stopping right in front of him and bowing his large head for his master’s touch. Elathan smiled, clearly devoted to the animal. He caressed his soft nose and mane, murmuring elven words to him and calling him by the name of Ahearn. Then he took the saddle he had left in the clearing before he sent the horse away after the hunt, and strapped it to the steed’s back. The prince had blindfolded Igraine and lifted her up for the ride before she knew what happened to her, mounting behind her with a graceful movement.
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