The Dark Elf and Her Captor: Part III (FxNB)(Bondage)(CNC)(Begging)(Creampie)

*We see a familiar face return… Enjoy!*

[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vtyfrp/the_dark_elf_and_her_captor/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

[Part II](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wev4jk/the_dark_elf_and_her_captor_part_ii/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

**The Dark Elf and Her Captor: Part III**

Jera shuddered as she arched her back, wiggling her hips desperately for some sort of pleasure. This wasn’t fair. Her previous captor had denied her orgasm. And she was aching for it.

Somebody entered. Jera felt nearly relieved. But also frightened. What would happen to her next? 

She strained her neck to look at her visitor. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw who it was. It was them. Her first captor. Her heart pounded as she recalled their first encounter. The way they had so effortlessly made her come… It turned her on to think about it.

The captor was shirtless, but with baggy trousers on. Jera whimpered as they gently shut the door behind them, and walked up to Jera, grabbing her thighs and gripping them hard. Jera looked up at them. Her eyes pleaded for them. She needed them. She had been left with desire from her previous captor stopping her just short of her orgasm… She needed some relief. 

The Dark Elf and her Captor (F×NB)(CNC)(NonCon)(Fantasy)(Bondage)(Creampie)

*~[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.]~*

**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.