Disclaimer: I don't own the near masterpiece of Inheritance Cycle
A/N: This is my first story, just a brainchild. Credit for inspiration goes to both "ever running" & "13 o'clock Erik". Reviews & constructive criticism is welcome. Flames are not... With that in mind, please enjoy!
Arya groaned in frustration. It had been weeks since her capture, her loss of the egg and her companions. But Durza rarely came to her, she was alone. She was given food every day, and though she knew it was drugged, she saw no point in passing it by. She knew she wouldn't be able to escape from Gil'ead, she had given up hope.
As she thought, her mind drifted to just a few months before, in easier times. Though at first she had missed Faolin and Glenwing for their companionship, now she missed them only for the relief they had provided her.
For seventy years they had fucked her, too many times to remember. She could recall their first times together, with her leading the way. Even with Glenwing in her mouth, and Faolin splitting her pussy, she was still in control.
She frowned at that; whenever they mated, she was always in command. She had enjoyed it at first, but slowly she began to crave domination, being submissive, having her lover disregard her interests. She longed for a cock to finally pound her to oblivion, to bring her to full satisfaction and to let her lose herself in the pleasure.
With these thoughts in her head, her hands began to slowly knead her breasts, feeling her rock hard nipples on the rough fabric of her tunic.
As she watched herself in the small mirror in the corner, she found herself enjoying the sight of her large, juicy tits slowly gyrating. As an elf, she had chosen to change her body to arouse her heavily. With a set of large melon sized breasts a tight a round bubble butt, and long toned legs, it was no wonder she was one of the sexiest women to walk the woods of Du Weldenvarden. She was almost an equal to her mother's naturally huge bust and butt.
With her sexual superiority however, came higher appetites. With no sex or relief in weeks, she was becoming desperate. She needed to come more than anything right now, every time she had been close, there had been an interruption of some kind. But now she was dedicated, she would see this through no matter what.
As she lost herself in her passion, tunic lifted with one hand on her breast, and the other rubbing furiously at her dripping cunt. Fully absorbed in a fantasy of her submission, with her mother's fingers and mouth slowly and tortuously bringing her to release, Arya failed to hear the footsteps outside of her door.
As the heavy iron door opened, Arya's hands flew to her sides, as she lamented once again the interruption that always kept her from climax.
She stiffened as Durza walked in; the first time he had been the one to stop her masturbation. As he looked over her flushed face, painfully hard nipples, and smelt her arousal thick throughout the cell, he smiled. "Having a bit of an issue are we Princess?" He teased. In his head he knew that his plan had succeeded. In her distraction, Arya's shields had slipped slightly, letting Durza know how desperate she was for release, which he could easily provide.
She glared at him with both disgust and an almost wistful hunger, fueled by her loins. "Nothing you would understand Shade" she spat, "After all, you're barely even a man anymore."
Durza smirked; he could almost taste victory now. "I admit, I'm afraid I don't know this deficiency you speak of?"
Arya glowered at Durza, at his feigned innocence, "The spirits you are host to have taken your genitals as sacrifice, you cannot lay with a woman, nor have children." Even as she said then, her arousal reawakened at the thought of sex, of that sweet release.
Durza smirk turned to a full-blown grin, "The spirits haven't neutered me silly ӓlfa; they gifted me with incredible growth." She stared at him, then at the distinct bulge in his pants. "See for yourself."
A moan slipped from Arya's lips as she beheld Durza's penis. 'This was no penis' she amended, 'this is a true cock, what I've craved all these years.' She fell to her knees, marveling at it – afraid to touch it, that it might disappear – while her juices flowed freely to prepare for it.
In front of her was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. At nearly 9 inches soft, and as thick as her bicep, her mouth watered at the thought of sucking and fucking that beast. Her head snapped up as Durza commanded, "Get it hard Princess."
She gaped at him even as the flood of her juices reached new levels. She wasn't in control, and that turned her on to no end. She finally registered the order, and tried to wrap a hand around it. She quickly found out she needed both to accomplish this, and with the head in her mouth, she began sucking and stroking her enemy's cock with abandon.
As she felt the massive meat in her hands start to grow, she pulled her head off for a moment, to murmur a quick spell to increase her lung capacity. Durza's hands were then forcing her onto his shaft, her airways blocked in one swift motion. With less than a quarter in her mouth, the shade's cock was bumping the back of her throat. She quickly tilted her head back, to allow entry to her whole throat.
"Well done slut," Durza grunted. "Here's your reward."
To Arya's delight, the shade began pumping deeper into her throat, bringing himself closer to the edge. With a submissive pleasure, Arya found herself approaching climax already. As Durza's cock bumped against the edge of her stomach, Arya's first orgasm washed over her. Stars flashed as she came like never before. With spittle all over her large breasts, and a cock down her throat, Arya had found her bliss. Her throat contracted and forced Durza over the edge, his first blast of his hot, thick, magical come going straight to her stomach. Durza slowly pulled his pulsing tool from the elf's throat, still spraying. After several more shots, Arya was drenched in Durza's come from tits up.
She stared to utter a spell to banish the shade's come, but he stopped her with do words.
"Eat it."
She stared at him in shock – she had never had to do that before. She hesitated a second, and he smacked her.
"Do it now." He barked at her.
Haltingly, she took some of his come, and placed it on her tongue. Pleasure flashed through her core as she sensually swallowed his delicious come. She slowly scooped up her personal ambrosia, careful to savor each drop as her cunt convulsed spastically, a constant orgasm rocking her body from Durza's abuse.
As Arya slurped up the shade's come, Durza looked down on her with satisfaction. He had finally succeeded in taking the elfish slut's dignity. Her sultry moans caused his already rigid cock to twitch, and he grinned in anticipation of what was to come. He bent down and ran a cold finger along her swollen up to her puffy clit. Her hips jerked into his finger, as she looked down at him in surprise.
"Did I tell you to finish your meal?" He asked rhetorically, as her face flushed in embarrassment. She quickly returned to her task, moaning increased as Durza's teasing finger brushed her drenched center.
As she scooped up the last of the come from her face, she looked to Durza, her gaze pleading for more. He returned the stare impassively for a moment, "Strip."
She quickly pulled her tunic off from its place below her tits, while trying to keep Durza's finger on her cunt while she removed her leggings. With her clothes off, she moaned as Durza pulled away from her cunt and stood above her. She marveled again at his rigid manhood, her hand going straight to her swollen pussy.
"Turn around and stand against the wall." He ordered just as she started to pleasure herself. She ignored him for a moment, and his reaction was swift.
A vicious backhand launched Arya across the small cell. She glared at him, even as her submissive side emerged even further from inside her. "You bastard, you don't own me!" She cried out.
"But don't I? I feed you, clothe you, everything you do, I control. I am your master!" He replied with a cruel smile. Even as she was about to refute this, he lifted her to her feet, and bound her hands low on the wall. She found her feet similarly stuck on the floor, giving him full access to her still aroused body.
"Was that so difficult?" He said, "After all in the end you will always obey me." She struggled against her bonds, desperate to prove him wrong. As she fought his control, Durza's hands wandered over her body. He was careful not to touch her moist cunt, or her hardened nipples, making her squirm for release. With a light brush over her cunt, Arya's willpower collapsed.
"Please" She whimpered, as lust and arousal wracked her body.
"Please what" The shade murmured against her ear, while his fingers stroked her inner thighs slowly.
"Take me, fuck me, just let me come like before!" Arya cried out all dignity lost to her desire, and Durza's fingers were quick to comply. Arya's cunt tightly gripped onto two fingers, milking them while another hand was at her nipples, pinching and squeezing expertly. With a gasp, she spasmed against his thrusting hand. Durza didn't let up, sticking another finger into her as she continued to come for him. His ministrations kept her coming for longer than she thought possible, losing herself to the dirty pleasure.
As she slowly came down from her high, she noticed Durza's hands were gone, and that she was alone again. She groaned in loss at having missed the chance to ride the shade's magnificent cock. She knew that he would be back, and she would be ready.
For the rest of the night, Gil'ead's prison echoed with the elf's moans, as she found herself with a new fantasy of impalement by Durza's horse cock, with her mouth smothered by a certain elf queen's sopping pussy.
