After Onmund had scampered away -as quickly as he possibly could, really, it would have been amusing under any other circumstances- Ancano turned his attention back down towards his subdued prize.
A slight smile appeared on his face again as he noticed his ministrations were rendering her a bit breathless. Though he could tell she was desperately trying to hide such a thing. She really was fair. Fair enough to capture his interest, apparently. So what if she was beneath his stature? It was only fitting that he place should be beneath him as well, right?
Right.
"Tell me, little Gia, are you aware of how the Breton race came to be?"
Gia started, and stared up at him with wide, terrified blue eyes. "Y-Yes," she choked out.
"Yes," he repeated, giving her clit a gentle flick. Then another. Each time she jumped and swallowed back a tiny squeal. Her sounds were delightful, and he felt himself hardening further. "I've often thought it a careless mishap. Mingling the bloodlines was a sloppy mistake on my ancestors' parts. I mean, there are several known herbal solutions to unwanted pregnancies, you realize."
All the while, he didn't let up on his caresses. As a result, the Breton was fading further and further into arousal, and it was becoming a bit more difficult to concentrate on what he was saying. "Mmmhmmm," she half-moaned, trying to remember to respond.
Ancano slipped an exploratory finger into her and curled it, watching her intently. There was a deep intake of air and another lovely little breathless moan to accompany it, "Good, girl. Now then, as I was saying, it's one thing to have relations with a particularly attractive slave, but quite another to allow her to bear any fruit from such a joining. I've researched this topic, just to see where my elders' heads were and what I've found was it was mostly just an experiment with genetics. The offspring produced were human in appearance, but inherently gifted with magick. This is probably why they were allowed to live. Interesting, is it not?"
"Uh-huh," she breathed, trying unsuccessfully to arch her back. "Please. Let me move. I-I won't try to get away. I won't scream, either. I promise. Just, I need to... to-"
"Oh, you'll be screaming plenty by the time I'm done with you, I assure you. I always did like making a female scream, be it in pain or pleasure. In your case, I've chosen both," Ancano withdrew his finger and delivered another sharp slap to her mound.
Gia squealed, fueling his desire even more. The High Elf's head darted forward and down to take a nipple into his mouth and suckle it again. After this particularly delightful sensation, he moved to the side of her breast and bit into it hard enough to leave teeth marks. His other hand strayed towards his groin and began stroking the bulge through his pants.
"You make the most delicious sounds, brat. I can see why my ancestors were drawn towards human females. So curvy and vocal," he cupped her jaw and squeezed her cheeks, making her mouth pucker. Ancano observed this expression for a moment, amusing flashing in his bright yellow eyes, "And, I must admit, quite adorable at times."
With that, he kissed her once again. Gia felt herself respond almost against her will. The kiss lasted for a long time, each one exploring the other with marked enthusiasm.
"Please," she tried again, after they had separated. "Lift the spell. I'll do whatever you want."
Ancano was fumbling with his belt by this point, but glanced at her at the query. The corners of his mouth quirked upwards, "You'll do whatever I please either way, brat. And no, I won't let you up. My prank isn't over yet, and quite frankly, you have this coming. You've been a right pain in my arse from the start and you have to pay for your transgressions." His features were grave and serious as he spoke, but Gia could see devilish mischief swirling around in his bright eyes.
Her dread grew but it was now mixed with heavy desire and anticipation.