Page 12 of Plaything of the Dark Elf

Dalia gasps again, arching her back.

Oh? Am I finally getting a reaction out of her?

“I think I’ll search for someone else to warm my bed tonight.” I continue, my hand finding my belt and unhooking it while I speak. “That cellmate of yours looked ready enough. What do you say, Dalia? Shall I go collect her for us?”

She surprises me by whipping around and glare at me. A leg comes out to kick at me, just barely missing me when I jump back out of instinct. I snatch her ankle in a tight grip, holding it up in the air and exposing her to me once again.

My cock strains against my pants, her wet core visible to me.

“You’re not touching her!” she yells, trying to yank her ankle out of my grip. “She’s a child!”

“So?” I say, knowing it’ll goad her.

She explodes at me.

“You fuck! You sick bastard! You’re not touching her!” she rolls onto her back, twisting her ankle in my grip and throwing her free leg at me. It hits me hard in the side, knocking me slightly off of my footing. I laugh, my excitement spilling out of me.

“Oh? Does that make you angry?”

“Fuck you!” she spits at me, kicking me again in the side.

I grab her leg, pin it against my body. She shifts her hips, wiggling on the bed to try to force me to let go of her. My hold on her only tightens, though.

“Yes, Dalia.” I grin. “Get angry. I like seeing that fire in you.”

“You fuck!” she yells again.

It makes me laugh. This. This is exactly why I purchased her.

I can’t wait to break her.

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