*~[Author’s note: Hey all! This is my first time ever posting my erotica publicly, so go easy on me! I hope you enjoy it. I’m a big fan of fantasy so this is inspired by one of my D&D characters who is a dark elf, AKA, drow.
I also decided to write the story with a nonbinary AMAB character with they/them pronouns so please do respect that.]~*
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**The Dark Elf and her Captor**
Jera awoke to her captor hovering over her. She was lying on a bed, her wrists bound tightly behind her back. She yanked hard, but the hempen rope only bore deeper into her skin. She moved to roll over, only to realize her legs were tied spread open. She looked up at her captor, who smirked and reached for her chin, grabbing on firmly, but not too hard. Dominant, but tender.
“Well, well, well. Good morning, Miss tough-as-nails. Seems you’re not so tough anymore. But you gave a good fight.” The captor let go of her chin and instead traced a finger down her smooth, exposed skin. Only with a single finger, leaving a line of heat and electricity as it trailed across her body. Down her neck. Across her collarbone. Down her sternum. To her belly.
The captor grabbed a hold of Jera’s breasts firmly- a contrast to the gentle teasing. She sucked in a gasp. The captor squeezed and massaged and pinched and prodded, teasing her nipples and areola, which quickly perked and crinkled. Jera felt a warmth deep in her abdomen. The feeling of wanting more… desire. She shuddered.
The captor chuckled. “Enjoying this, hm?” They did not waste time. They undressed, and clambered on top of her, and they leaned in to kiss at her neck hungrily, sucking and nipping at her ashen skin. Jera’s breath quickened, her heart pounded. It felt lovely… Yet… sick. Her captor, bringing her pleasure? The very thought was shameful.
Her captor began grinding against her body as they kissed her. The captor trailed their kisses up her neck to her ear, biting at her soft earlobe and growling roughly under their breath. “You sluttly little drow. You love this, don’t you?”
Jera didn’t answer. The captor only chuckled and sat up. They gave their erection a few firm strokes, looking Jera in the eyes as they did, and occasionally looking down at themselves to marvel at how hard they were getting. They uttered soft whispered noises of pleasure. Jera could feel her cheeks burning as she could only watch, helpless in her bonds… The desire grew stronger. She wanted them. She wanted them now.
She would have to wait. The captor scooted back, bent over, pressed their face to Jera’s vulva, and feasted. Jera squeaked and sighed, her legs twitched as she felt her captor eat her out, their tongue dancing through her folds and to her clitoris. They knew exactly where to lick, where to tease, where to suck.. She groaned and wiggled and rolled her hips in ecstasy.
There was a pit in her stomach as they pulled away and again touched themselves, and then pressed their erection against Jera’s entrance. They began grinding themselves against Jera, who again shuddered and groaned. Her womb was aching. It was agonizing. She not only wanted them. She *needed* them.
The captor could tell how bad she wanted them. They laughed softly. “Beg for me,” they demanded.
Jera swallowed thickly, and barely whispered a tiny, “Please.”
The captor smiled. “As you wish.” They slid right into her, so easily from how wet she was. She moaned. They fit perfectly, she was clenched tightly around them, spasming with ecstasy as they thrust out…and back in again. They were slow and teasing. Jera couldn’t take it. She bucked and wiggled her hips more, trying to take more of her captor in her.
They got the message. They roughly grabbed onto her thighs, their fingers pressing into her plump flesh, and pounded into her. She howled, and shook and writhed underneath them. She felt filled with each thrust going deeper and deeper.
She shook her head from side to side, her body quivered, and uttered a small little, “no!” underneath her breath as she felt her body twitch and grow hot and the pressure built up and-
“Ahh-” Jera lost her breath as she felt waves of contractions ripple from her lower abdomen, and tensed, hip bucking. She caught her breath and shuddered aloud as the waves slowly subsided. She had cum.
She still felt her captor in her. With glossy eyes she looked up to them as they continued pounding her, picking up speed before also gasping and grunting and letting out a moan as she felt them tighten their grip on her thighs before cumming inside her. Jera whimpered. Her body was still sensitive. She twitched when they finally pulled out. The captor let out a satisfied sigh, and then a little laugh.
“You sure didn’t take long,” they said. “You must have really wanted me bad, hm?”
They climbed over Jera once again, this time leaning their body close to her face, and without question she sucked them off, cleaning the mess they’d made.
“Good girl,” said the captor, running a hand through her hair as she cleaned both of their mixed cum off. After she did her job, the captor pulled away, and leaned in to give her a slow kiss upon her cum-covered lips.
“Mm,” they hummed, and then gave a gentle kiss upon her cheek. The captor leaned their lips close to Jera’s ear, and whispered “We taste amazing.”
Then without a further word the captor smirked, stood up, got dressed, and left her… tied up, and alone.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vtyfrp/the_dark_elf_and_her_captor
I like this a lot! Was a very fun read and very well written~