[Cory POV]
Elena's words hung in the air, and anticipation crackled like electricity between us.
My heart raced as her fingers tightened in my hair....a gesture that felt both possessive and intoxicating.
The once-familiar sense of fear began to mingle with an overwhelming desire as I knelt before her.
"You're going to please me," she said, her voice sultry and commanding. "And in return, I might just grant you a bit of pleasure too."
My breath quickened. Heat flooded my cheeks. Such an arrangement seemed unimaginable, yet as I looked up into her mesmerizing crimson eyes...those eyes swirling with hunger....
I felt a pull that ignited something deep inside me.
I would do anything she asked.
"Start by kissing my legs," she instructed, her gaze never leaving mine.
I leaned closer until my lips made contact with her ankle. The moment our skin touched, warmth surged through me.
"Yes, just like that." Her voice dripped with satisfaction, though I couldn't see her expression from this angle.
Her skin was impossibly soft beneath my lips. Smooth. Warm. Even the delicate arch of her foot seemed crafted for worship.
Each kiss revealed something new.....a subtle sweetness to her skin that reminded me of wine and vanilla mixed together.
Is this how all elves' skin tastes? The thought crossed my mind unbidden.
"More," she breathed, her command washing over me like a wave. "I want more. Lick my legs... up to my thighs. Forget gentle kisses....I want to feel your tongue."
I obeyed without hesitation.
My hands found their way to her thighs as I extended my tongue, trailing it slowly along her calf.
The sensation was overwhelming.....the taste of her skin, the slight tremor that ran through her muscles, the way her breathing shifted with each movement I made.
She smiled. I couldn't see it clearly, but I felt it in the way her body relaxed slightly, in the soft hum of approval that escaped her throat.
That small sign of satisfaction made my desire burn even brighter.
I explored higher, my tongue tracing patterns along her inner thigh.
The sweetness intensified here, mixed with something muskier. My hands steadied her legs as I worked, feeling the firm muscle beneath velvet skin.
"Very good," she praised, her voice a sultry whisper that ignited every nerve in my body. "You're learning quickly."
Her hands slid down to my shoulders, fingers pressing firmly as she leaned back against the chaise. "Now," she murmured, guiding me with subtle pressure, "go higher."
I followed her command, my mouth trailing along her thigh....higher, closer to her center.
Each touch drew soft moans from her lips, sounds that fanned the flames of my own need.
A realization struck me then: this was power. Strange as it seemed, kneeling here at her mercy, I held a kind of control.
I was no longer just a toy or a slave...I was her source of pleasure. And with each new caress, each soft sigh I drew from her, I understood how deeply our desires could become intertwined.
Yet even as that thought took root, I remained aware of the collar around my neck....a cold reminder of my true position.
The metal pulsed softly against my skin, a constant warning of the consequences of disobedience.
"Now," she said, her voice dropping to something raw and hungry. "Show me your worth."
She shifted slightly, legs spreading wider in clear invitation. "Suck me. Lick my pussy until I tell you to stop."
I had to adjust my position, rising higher on my knees to reach her properly. My heart hammered as I came face to face with her most intimate place.
At least my experience will be useful here, I thought, trying to steady my nerves.
The sight before me was mesmerizing.
Her cave was perfectly groomed, with a clean shaved silver hair shaped like a delicate crescent moon.
Her pink flesh glistened with arousal, her clit already swollen.
Focus, Cory, I commanded myself, pushing aside the surge of nervous energy.
I started with a soft kiss against her slit, my hands steadying her thighs. Then, drawing on every skill I'd learned in my previous life, I pressed forward with confidence.
My tongue slid deep into her warmth in one smooth motion.
The taste exploded across my senses....it was sweet and salty..... utterly intoxicating.
Elena gasped sharply, and that sound nearly shattered my composure. But I couldn't lose focus. Not now.
I dove deeper, my mouth working with purpose.
My tongue explored every fold, every sensitive spot, learning the map of her pleasure through her responses.
I increased my pace gradually, finding a rhythm that made her breathing quicken and her hands tighten in my hair.
"Faster," she urged, each word trembling with need.
I obeyed, but I also improvised.
Carefully, I slid one finger inside her while my tongue continued its work. The moment I did, her back arched off the chaise....a reaction that sent satisfaction coursing through me.
That's it. At this rate, I can make her cum.
I added a second finger, then a third, moving them in tandem with my tongue.
Her body responded beautifully.....her hips were already grinding on my fingers, thighs trembling, hands gripping my hair so tight it bordered on painful.
Each gasp and moan spurred me on, igniting something primal within me.
The overwhelming desire to bring her to climax consumed me, driving me to work harder, faster, deeper.
"Just like that," she murmured, her voice low and rough with pleasure. "You're doing so well..."
Her encouragement fueled me. I plunged deeper with my fingers, my tongue dancing over her clit with my years of experience bearing fruit.
She writhed beneath my attention, the intensity between us building to something electric.
Then, suddenly, her hand tugged sharply on my hair, pulling me back.
I paused, panting and disoriented, my face slick with her arousal.
My body thrummed with unfulfilled need to make her cum, but I waited for her next command.
"Enough," she said, though her eyes burned with an hunger that was far from satisfied. "Now it's time for the main course."
With surprising strength, she pulled me to my feet. I barely had time to register the shift before she positioned me in front of the chaise, her eyes locked onto mine with predatory intensity.
"Are you ready to be my plaything?" she asked, her voice dripping with dark promise. "My little toy?"
My breath caught. Despite everything, despite the fear still lurking at the edges of my consciousness, my body trembled with anticipation.
"Yes, Your Majesty," I managed.
"Good." Her smile was pure sin. "Let's see how long you last."
She gestured to the chaise. "Sit."
"Y-Yes, Your Majesty." I caught myself before stumbling over the words, suddenly aware of every movement.
As I sat down, my attention was drawn to the evidence of my arousal.....it was impossible to hide, impossible to ignore.
My eyes widened in shock.
Elena noticed immediately, a giggle escaping her lips. "Hmm? Is this the first time you're seeing your cock?"
"N-No, Your Majesty." But the shock was real. Nine inches. I'd never imagined... I must have been too preoccupied with survival to notice this body's... enhancements.
Elena's gaze traveled over me hungrily, lingering on my erection with obvious appreciation. "You'll need to convince me that you'll be a good toy," she said softly, biting her lower lip as she studied me.
The look in her eyes sent a surge of confidence through me despite my nerves.
"Let's start then." Her voice was barely a whisper as she positioned herself over me.
Time seemed to slow.
My heart hammered as she settled her weight onto my lap, her knees sinking into the cushions on either side of me.
I could feel the heat radiating from her body, smell the intoxicating mix of her arousal and perfume. Her hands pressed against my chest.....anchoring herself as she aligned our bodies.
The intensity in her eyes was almost overwhelming, like she was about to devour me whole.
She can't possibly make me finish on the first thrust, I thought with a flicker of my old confidence. I'm experienced. I can handle—
The thought died as she lowered herself onto me.
Soft, wet heat enveloped me in one devastating motion.....every single inch consumed in an instant.
The sensation was so intense, so perfectly overwhelming, that a groan tore from my throat before I could stop it.
She's going to kill me, I realized with something between panic and euphoria.
"Hehe, this is quite the weapon you have here, my toy," she purred, licking her lips with obvious satisfaction.
She stayed still for a moment, adjusting to the fullness, before she began to move. Her hips rolled in a slow, deliberate grind that made stars burst behind my eyes.
"Your Majesty," I gasped, my hands instinctively gripping her waist. "I'm going to—I can't—"
"Cum for me, my slave," she commanded, her movements intensifying. "I want you to fill me up."
The permission....the command....shattered what little control I had left.
My hips lifted involuntarily, driving deeper into her as pleasure crashed over me in waves.
"Ohhh—" Elena's back arched, her own climax following mine as her inner walls clenched around me rhythmically.
"Your Majesty, I'm sorry—I came inside—" Shame and fear warred with lingering pleasure as I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for punishment.
Instead, I felt a gentle tug on my cheek.
"Hehe, you're so cute," she said, her voice warm with amusement.
I opened my eyes to find her grinning down at me, cheeks flushed pink, eyes slightly glazed with satisfaction.
"But, Who said we're ending with this?" She bit her lip again, that predatory hunger returning to her gaze. "We're only getting started."