by J. M. Keep
Amelia remained in the position she had been put in, her arms behind her back even as she wrung her hands, her toes curling as her pale and hairless form was exposed. With eyes wide and breath coming rapidly through her nose, she looked up at her captor, observing as the huntress finally pushed her hands to the straining buttons holding her dark, worn brown leather leggings in place.
She popped the first button open as she looked down at the mesmerized girl, smiling faintly to herself. She could not just be molded, she almost begged to be molded, to be remade as something more by someone who understood what she needed. Soraya opened another button, her leggings beginning to sag somewhat as the bulging strain was eased. Another button.
Amelia was spellbound, not even consciously noticing how much spit she had begun producing, how wide and hungry her eyes had become. Her lips parted, breath sucked in through her teeth as the last button was undone and the elf pushed her leggings down before leaning forward, that massive, thick shaft spilling out and landing heavily against Amelia’s taut stomach. She gasped shakily, raising her chin towards Soraya as the huntress leaned forward, supporting herself on her elbows as she looked down into the cowed human’s watery eyes.
“I will set you free, little one. Make you see through the restrictions you need to see the true beauty of life and nature now.”
She nodded, half afraid that it would encourage the elf, half afraid it would not. She could not comprehend what she was told, even if she understood the words. She let them wash over her instead, responding with intermittent, almost inaudible whines as she felt the huntress reposition herself, those strong thighs pushing between her legs, making room where there was none before. She opened Amelia effortlessly, though that huge length still rested against her stomach, the sheer, bulky shaft at once amazing and scaring her. It reached far up her belly, too far. She was sure it was too far.
Even so, the hardened, smooth beast warmed her to her very core, made her want to wrap her arms and legs around this strange creature and exist as one if only for a moment. She nodded again, meekly accepting her fate as the elf leaned down, planting a possessive kiss against her forehead. There came a point when prey accepted the huntress, and she had passed it long before mentally acknowledging it, but now, she burned and lusted after what was to come, even though her mind screamed no.
The elf pulled back from the gentle kiss, looking down at the girl for a long moment. Through the heavy, warm haze that had layered itself over Amelia’s mind, she began to glimpse understanding. She had lived a life at the top of society, with as few limits as anyone could have save those imposed on everyone by society. It had made her empty and detached, unconnected to the world and people around her. But now, she began to understand through the part of her that yearned to be free of this creature. There were so many things she had not appreciated, had taken for granted because they were easy and readily available. She closed her eyes, her chin sinking towards her collarbone in shame.
To her surprise, Soraya’s finger curled under her chin in a mild but insistent gesture, angling her head back up to look into the wild elf’s eyes, where she found something to hold on to, at least. The commander’s eyes were hard and demanding, but fair and strangely protective, too. She dared to cast a glance down between their two bodies, feeling a faint lump form in her throat as the first bead of precum rolled from the tip of the hefty shaft, eventually dripping down onto her skin in a long, thin strand. She felt her stomach constrict, once again looking up wide-eyed at the elf.
Soraya shifted downwards, her hands hooking under the queen’s shoulders and then moving upwards, moving to push up into the prone girl’s locks, fingers curling against the back of Amelia’s head, trapping hair between them.
She felt the pull, her breath catching in her throat as the conqueror’s grip solidified, the baiting, teasing nature of the game gone now that the bulky sylph’s huge, thick shaft began to press her apart. Amelia’s back arched, a whining mewl leaving her throat, her toes curling, her feet curving as she felt her cunt spread around this broad, hard invader, the grip of her hair tightening as she began to squirm, breathily whispering. “Nh – no, no...”
Soraya was heedless of the pain her size was putting the girl through, focusing her gaze on the writhing little human’s face as she slowly plowed forward and mercilessly pushed her beefy, immense shaft deeper, accompanied by heightening squeals and increasing struggle from the young woman below her. At last, Amelia’s hands emerged from behind her back, fumbling slightly as she pressed them against the elf’s now exposed, muscled pelvis, her nails beginning to dig in as Soraya continued to feed dick into her small frame.
She felt so incredibly filled, crammed with massive, hard dick to the point that the only thing she could think of was the huge cock, and the feeling of calm, inescapable strength from the commander’s forward-thrusting pelvic muscles.
“Ah!” Amelia let out a shriek as the massive creature locking her down against the muddy carpet reached as deep as it could go, the fat cockhead brushing uncomfortably up against her cervix. She followed up the shriek with a long, whining gasp as the elf continued for a while to push forward, mashing herself in as deeply and completely as she could, those hands in the girl’s hair by now the only thing that kept her on the ground, her back arched, her hands clawing and pushing at Soraya’s hips and thighs.
“Please, please stop, please.” Amelia thrashed, tears beginning to stream from her eyes. She felt all too clearly the elf’s warm, heavy breathing against her collarbone, trying to twist away from it, trying to twist away from the massive, thick shaft that filled her so completely that she felt certain there had to be a bulging outline of it on her lower stomach. Her feet had begun tingling and burning from being tense for so long, the girl’s toes beginning to tire. Her voice remained the same, though, letting out a low, pained cry as the elf withdrew just slightly, only to rock strongly, securely back in again.
The pace was slow, almost torturous, but it was there. She was being fucked, taken by this statuesque, feral creature, her mind wandering for just a split-second to a sweeter world where she could see herself and the noble savage rocking back and forth together, taking in the beauty of her petite form being conquered by the huntress. A jolt of pain tore her back to reality, Soraya hilting herself once again to be answered by a meek gasp.
Rhythmically, slowly, the elf overpowered her, making sure that all there was room for in her mind were the brief shocks of discomfort as she was utterly filled, the solid, knee-weakening form beneath her vainly protesting hands, and the warm, defeating mist that still held her in place against the ground. Amelia’s hands trailed upwards over the amazon’s muscled sides and onto her stomach, fingers spreading and trying to stem the tide of thrusts feebly, without success.
Soraya hardened one hand into a fist, holding the girl’s head in place with just one arm, the fingers of her left hand caressing at Amelia’s neck as they trailed around, coming to rest around her throat. The elf did not squeeze, but merely held her hand there, in that most vulnerable of spots, and silently let the queen know that she was at someone else’s mercy entirely. Leaning down, Soraya’s lips pushed insistently at the queen’s, teeth baring and pulling the girl’s lower lip lightly.
“Please...” Amelia’s hands against the elf’s muscled stomach grew weaker still, even though tears continued to trickle from her eyes. She had begun rocking back and forth gently, pushed along by the elf’s powerful thrusts. With the commander so close to her, she could not avoid breathing deep of her scent, a light combination of hard work’s sweat and wet, fresh leaves. Warm breath spilled over her face, the elf clearly holding herself back, reining in the animalistic lust that burned in her.
“Your life is not your own anymore.” The elf’s voice was commanding in its aroused urgency. Even now, she seemed to prefer slowly, torturously molding and pushing the girl rather than buckling under the biological command that shone brightly in her eyes, the huntress’ jaw set firmly as sh
e kept herself in check. Amelia could sense the burning desire to hammer her into the ground with powerful thrusts and fill her even more than she already was, but it remained desire, for now. Soraya peered down at the queen’s naked stomach, smiling to herself at the traces of her ongoing conquest. “Just give in, little one. Give in, and become the victim.”
“Nh – no!” Her voice was loud enough that it broke the small cocoon that the elf seemed to have enveloped the two in. Amelia shook her head, trying to pull it away from the creature and the hand on her neck, sucking in her stomach as she attempted to buck up and away from the massive, impaling spear. In the background, she still heard the sounds of battle, but it was far away. Around the tent there was silence. No help would come for her.
Soraya’s eyes hardened as the girl squirmed and resumed her struggling, the elf leaning back up, hands repositioning. Amelia’s hair and neck were free, but she felt a terrifyingly strong grip around the top of each of her thighs. The huntress had gotten bored of playing with her prey, and now she lifted the girl’s lower body off the ground, still impaled, spreading her knees slightly to gain a more solid position on the carpeted ground as she pulled backwards.
For a moment, a pregnant silence enveloped them. The large elf took in Amelia’s squirming form, and then thrust forward. The girl shook, a high-pitched, raspy yelp forced from her tortured lips as she once more felt the huntress bottom out, hammering deeply into her. Had it been gentler, she would have been egged towards climax, but this was forceful, bestial. She was being used, not enjoyed. A faint sheen of sweat had begun to form on her as she struggled, the elf’s scent and sheer, rippling build returning the warm tingling to her arms and cheeks even as she tensed and mewled pathetically with every sudden, mechanical, hard thrust.
Amelia pressed her fingertip against Soraya’s lower stomach, but her fingers twitched and hesitated, finally curling up as the girl let her arms fall to the ground. With her eyes now closed tightly and her mouth hanging open, she clawed at the carpeting with quaking, jerking movements, her body bumping heavily upwards as the elf let more and more go of herself, gradually moving from singular, hard thrusts into a deep, demanding rhythm.
It did not take long for the muscled, forceful commander to develop into pistoning, intense speed that more and more pushed the breath from Amelia, leaving her gasping heavily for air between each pleasure-mixed, agonized moan. She tried desperately to stem the flow of submissive sounds, gritting her teeth as she held back what she could. She only seemed to manage to entice the huntress more, though, the small, quiet mewls she hesitantly let out seeming to push Soraya onwards, inspiring more demanding, pounding thrusts.
The elf was clearly covered in a sheen of sweat by now, beads gathering and rolling along the contours and curves of her powerful form, occasionally shaken from her brown locks like an animal might shake water from its fur. She had gone from heavy breathing to deep, almost inaudible growling and into greedy, heavy gasps, the elf’s large, sloshing balls rising slightly as the warrior approached what surely had to be an immense, flooding orgasm.
Amelia tensed as she sensed the crescendo coming, her fingers digging into the muddied, now damp carpeting around the map table. Wet, staccato gasps rolled from her with each overfilling, ramming thrust, the pain having numbed slightly to give way to grinding, slowly burning pleasure, as much mental as it was physical. She did not want to give in, but the domineering abuse weakened the barriers and walls she had built around her inner desires, making her quietly, shamefully wish that she would not just be abandoned once the commander was spent.
Soraya’s thrusts became longer, gyrating her hips slightly as she stuffed the little human to grind against the constricting walls of her cunt, the intensity in those amber eyes making it clear that pleasure had built from the mere sensation of their bodies meeting into a barely-contained flood that now came crashing down. The elf gave a last, brutal, hilting push into Amelia, almost doubling over, one hand holding the queen’s thigh, the other supporting the elf against the ground as she breathed in heavy gasps, beads of sweat dripping from her down onto the arched body of the woman below.
The huntress groaned, instinct seeming to take over to push her pelvis forward, that massive, thick shaft grinding against Amelia’s cervix insistently, the first creamy, sweltering load making the girl contract heavily, unwillingly milking the following thick ropes of seed from the elf, the huntress’ stomach, thighs and pelvis tensing to the point that she groaned in pain as she came, and came, and came, overfilling the girl’s stuffed pussy, long, thick strands of potent, hot cum overflowing around Soraya’s fat shaft, dripping in long strings onto the ground.
Amelia could just lie there, her cheeks burning as she received the elf’s heavy loads. Her fingers twitched slightly as she became ever more stuffed, until finally, Soraya relaxed. The elf exhaled and inhaled in satisfaction, Amelia letting herself relax somewhat, her eyes closing as she gasped for breath. She had expected to feel disgust, but she felt calmness. Not exactly fulfillment, but her mind was not repulsed at what she had been through. She had been raped, but by a worthy creature. Her cheeks flushed as she shook her head at the alien, shocking thought, opening her eyes to look up at the elf again, apprehension obvious in her grey-blue eyes.
The Huntress stayed in her little human prey-girl for a while, holding herself in as if savoring the conquest. A single allowance in a long campaign. Finally, the elf took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment, her shoulders sinking as she relaxed and then began to pull backwards, dragging the fat, messily juicy shaft from the lightly squirming girl’s cunt, thick strands of cum hanging between that large cockhead and Amelia’s abused, aching pussy. Soraya lowered her prey to the floor once more, and as she withdrew, a small flood of seed followed, flowing lewdly down the queen’s ass and pooling slightly on the carpet, joined by the breaking strands of semen from the massive elf’s steely shaft.
For a moment, Amelia feared and hoped that she would be subjected to more of the commander’s urges, but the elf took another deep breath, then pressed her still hard shaft into her leggings again with some difficulty. Lying below Soraya, the queen could not help but glue her eyes onto the thick bulge on the huntress’ leggings, extending a ways down her thigh. As she stared, she gasped a few words. “What... What will happen to me now?”
“You’ll stay with me until you’ve learned what you need to, little one. You’ll be taken care of well enough.” The elf buttoned her leggings, her nostrils flaring slightly as she surveyed the messy girl she had left behind on the floor, then she turned and walked to the entrance of the tent. The low, lilting tones of elvish could be heard again, and soon after, two more elves entered.
Amelia had barely had time to sit, covering her chest with her arms and crossing her legs, smearing the commander’s thick spunk copiously. She looked up at the two wild elves, guards of some sort. They were not quite as impressive as the commander had been, but it was close. They had the same naturally dominant air about them, though they lacked the physical definition and strength that set Soraya in a league of her own. After a panicked moment, Amelia realized that the two were not there to pick up where her previous abuser had left off, but rather to lead her off somewhere else. She motioned hesitantly towards a few of her outfits still spread on her bed, unsure if the two would understand her tongue.
“No. You come with us. Now.”
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Soraya folded her arms, standing on a small hilltop some hundred steps away from the dead king’s tent. Her second in command, Saranna, stood below and in front of her, also observing the two wardancers leading the confused, stumbling and very, very naked queen out of her tent.
“What’s the point?” The lieutenant seemed annoyed with Soraya’s choice of keeping the human around, and alive.
“I enjoy her, Saranna. And I think she’ll be receptive to our thinking. With a little luck, she’ll leave my care a changed woman. Have patience.”
The lieutenant resp
onded with a harsh, throaty sound of disapproval, but she had tried her luck in contesting her commander’s wishes before, and it had not gone well for her.
“Where do you want her taken to?”
“Bring her with us. Keep her tied, for now. I’ll let you know when I have things prepared for her at home.”
Soraya was, to the outside world, the picture of elven might. She was both physically powerful and of a sharp, but reassuringly calm mind. Outside of the dead king’s tent and its dim light, she looked more like the wild elf she was, skin bronzed by a benevolent sun, demeanor displaying a relaxed confidence that most only dreamed of.
After seeing the girl, after toying with her, she had become convinced that there was an opportunity to change the human’s mind before her kingdom’s advisors had a chance to corrupt and cement it. It needed to be done with a firm hand, with equal parts words and conquest, but Soraya was prepared for it. Looked forward to it, even. There was a special joy in taking those who tried to deny to themselves that they wanted it. Even though Amelia was human, she was without doubt beautiful. It would be far from unpleasant to mold her. Soraya’s lips creased in a small smile as she watched the queen half-trip over a tuft of grass and get pulled to her feet by the guards. She would look good in her collar.
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