Page 14 of Plaything of the Dark Elf

“That’s it, Dalia.” I can hear the grin in his voice. “I want you to scream my name when we’re done.”

I shiver, my eyes closing involuntarily. I don’t have it in me to tell him I don't even know his name. He thrusts his cock deep into me, each stroke feeling like it’s ripping me in two while simultaneously gliding those pulsing veins against my inner walls perfectly.

“Keep this here.” He squeezes my thigh.

I don’t have time to ask him why but soon find out when he fists a hand in my hair. I groan, the tension giving me a shock of pleasure while he holds my head in place and fucks me.

God, this is such a turn on.

I end up hooking my knee up onto the bed and pulling myself up all the way on my hands. I lean forward, propping my hips up so that he can continue to get as deep as he possibly can. Our skin slaps together salaciously. My own wetness drips down my leg with each pull of his cock.

“Oh…” I breathe out, wishing I knew his name. “Oh…”

He yanks me back hard by my hair. My entire body goes rigid from the awkward angle, my arms flailing aimlessly in the air in front of us. I rest my head back onto his shoulder, not caring that he’s contorting me in a way that I know will hurt later when I’ve come down from this.

“Etheron.” he tells me. “I want to hear you say it.”

What a beautiful name for such a depraved man.

“E..Etheron…”

He tilts me back away from the bed, dragging my leg off as well and forcing me to plant it on the floor. The hand resting on my hip drags down my thigh, grabbing at it while he’s still inside me, and lifting it up until it practically rests against my chest.

“Louder.” he growls in my ear.

I let out a choked sound, grabbing at the arm holding my leg up. I clench around him, feeling the difference in angle when he thrusts up into me.

“I want my name on your tongue, Dalia, as you come.” His voice is barely above a whisper, but I feel it in my bones. “I want everyone in this house to know who owns you.”

I hate that his words make me so hot.

“E-Etheron.” I repeat, a little louder.

It’s hard to speak when he’s stealing the words from me, the ability to form any thoughts in my head other than the pleasure that he’s giving me. How? How can a dark elf make me feel this way? One that has bought me as a sex slave?

And how can I enjoy it?

“More, Dalia.” his grip in my hair tightens, pulling another gasp from me.

I moan, pressing my back against his hard chest and feeling the sweat collecting on both of our bodies mingling.

“Who owns you?”

“Y-You.”

“Good girl,” he bites my neck, his tongue swirling around the spot a few times. “So tight for me, my star.”

I have no idea what that means, and at this point, I don’t care. I only know that I’m so close to the edge, that my legs are beginning to shake. It feels like the world is going to cave out from under me and suck me down into a blackhole.

As if sensing I’m close, Etheron thrusts harder and at a punishing speed. His skin slaps loudly against mine, the motion of it stinging slightly though I hardly care at the moment. I know that I’ll have bruises all over me in the morning.

But then again, when is that new?

I cry out, my nails digging into his arm.

My orgasm hits me hard. I scream Etheron’s name as my body tightens around his thick cock. He growls against my throat and quickly pulls out of me mid-orgasm, frustrating me. I let out a whining sound while my body tries to relieve the pressure inside of me, still spasming but with nothing to squeeze around.

My legs shake more, collapsing out from under me when my knees buckle.

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