To Rescue An Elf
Part 18
Posted: February 1, 2008
Title: To Rescue an Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë
Summary: Things suddenly get worse for Lothvaen.
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With a surprised yell, Eohric fell over the edge, his voice growing fainter the further he fell, until a distant splash was the last thing heard.
Selred peered over the edge, a smirk appearing on his face as he saw there was no longer any sign of the other man. “That’ll teach ‘im,” he said in satisfaction. He then turned and looked at Lothvaen. “Looks likes it be just us two now. And I be thinkin’ that you needs ter be very careful wit’ wot yer say an’ do elf. Wit’ Eohric not ‘ere, rules ‘ave changed, see? Yer answerin’ ter me now.”
Lothvaen shrank back as Selred approached him, nearly gagging as the man’s foul breath wafted over him. “Wh..what do y…y…you want from me?” he asked stupidly.
The man stopped and stared for a moment, then threw back his head and laughed. “Wants wit’ yer?” Selred shook his head, amused by Lothvaen’s question. “Wots yer bin thinkin’ I wants, eh?” The man moved closer and grabbed Lothvaen by the arm. “I’s goin’ ter do wots I’ve bin wantin’ ter do since we grabbed yer.”
“No,” Lothvaen whimpered, trying to wrench his arm out of Selred’s grasp, only for the man to tighten his hold.
“Now, yer don’ wants ter be fightin’ me, elf, otherwise I’ll ‘urt you real bad. Yer don’ wants that, now do yer?”
“Please, no…” Lothvaen continued desperately to struggle, and managed to gouge the man on the cheek, drawing blood.
Almost disbelievingly Selred brought his hand to the side of his face and felt the wetness there. “Why yer little…” he growled, grabbing hold of the scribe’s free arm. “Yer goin’ ter pays for that, elf.” Selred slid his hands down quickly to grasp Lothvaen’s wrists and transferred his hold on them to one hand, his other reaching into his pocket to bring out a length of rope. He quickly bound Lothvaen’s hands together, not caring if it was too tight. Selred leered at the elf. “I’d bind yer legs together so’s yer wouldn’ try and kicks me, but I wants ‘em spreads nice an’ wide. An’ you’ll do thats fer me, won’ yer, elf? Spread yer legs like the little whore yer goin’ ter be an’ takes me cock up yer arse.” Selred leaned in closer. “An’ yer goin’ ter enjoy it, aren’ yer, elf? ‘Cause ifs yer don’, I’ll knows, see? So’s if yer don’ wants to get hurt, yer goin’ to enjoy me fuckin’ yer. An’ yer goin’ to like havin’ my come drippin’ out of yer arse.”
Lothvaen was unable to speak, his throat tight with fear. He could only stare at Selred and listen in absolute terror as the man continued.
“Once I’s finished fuckin’ yer arse, I’s goin’ ter fuck your mouth. Bet yer goin’ ter be good at suckin’ cock. An’ when I comes, yer goin’ ter swallow everythin’, ‘cause I’ll not be ‘appy if yer let any of me come go ter waste.” Selred’s eyes were bright with anticipation, his breathing already ragged. Keeping one hand on Lothvaen’s bound wrist, the man used the other to undo the placket on his trousers and pull out his erection. “See wot I gots fer yer, elf? All ready an’ primed.” Selred stroked his erection, shuddering. “Jus’ thinkin’ about havin’ yer tight arse squeezin’ me cock is enoughs ter make me come.” With a quick movement Selred turned Lothvaen around and tore down the elf’s leggings, exposing the elf’s backside to the man’s gaze. “Such a pretty arse,” the man murmured, before forcing Lothvaen onto his knees. Holding the elf down on the back of his neck, Selred pulled the leggings off and tossed them aside before reaching for the filthy rag he kept in his tunic pocket.
“Jus’ ter be on the safe sides, I hads better gags yer. Don’ wants yer makin’ too much noise, see? Might be someone travellin’ nearby, an’ we don’ wants thems ter investigate, now dos we?” Selred forced the rag into Lothvaen’s mouth. “Now, nots too much, we don’ wants yer ter choke. Jus’ enough ter keeps yer quiet,” Selred murmured. He pushed Lothvaen closer to the ground so that the elf’s backside was forced up. With his free hand he forced the scribe’s legs apart before roughly grabbing one cheek.
“Bin waitin’ a whiles fer this. If it hadn’ bin fer Eohric, I woulds ‘ave ‘ad yer long since. But Eohric ain’t ‘ere no more, so nows I cans ‘ave wot I wants.” Selred leaned over. “Yer ready, elf? Tough if yer ain’t, ‘cause I am.” With that, Selred thrust brutally inside Lothvaen, and the elf screamed, though the noise was effectively muzzled by the gag in his mouth. The only noises that could be heard after that was sound of the man grunting, and of flesh slapping on flesh, while tears flowed silently down Lothvaen’s cheeks.
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