To Rescue An Elf 20

To Rescue An Elf

Part 20

Posted: February 15, 2008
Title: To Rescue an Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë

Summary: Selred continues to take what he wants.

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Selred grunted in satisfaction as he emptied himself into Lothvaen. Fucking the elf was much better than he thought, especially as the elf was not fighting him, instead allowing himself to be taken again and again, whenever Selred felt like it.

“Gets up, elf,” the man growled, and watched as Lothvaen gingerly got up from the ground, reaching for his leggings as he did so.

“No. Leaves your leggins off. I likes seein’ me come drippin’ out of yer arse, elf. Lothvaen stood, head bowed, and dropped his leggings. Selred smirked. “Anyways, yer not goin’ ter ‘ave ‘em on longs enough before yer needs ter take ‘em off agin. Yer gots a good arse, elf. Good fer takin’ cock, an’ you’ll gets plenty of thems once we’ve settled. Might even watch when customers takes yer. Yeah, I likes that ideas. Watch as they spreads yer cheeks and sees yer hole ‘fore they shove their stiff pricks into it. Yer goin’ ter like that, aren’ yer elf?”

Lothvaen kept his head bowed and remained silent.

“Yer not answerin’ me question, elf. I saids, yer goin’ ter like that, aren’ yer?” Selred’s hand was on his shaft, already hard again, and his breathing was harsh. “Answer me, elf!”

“Y…y…yes,” Lothvaen finally whispered, humiliated.

“Yes, wot?” Selred demanded.

“Yes…master…”

“Thas better. Don’ yer be forgettin’ thats, neither. Now turns around, elf, and back on yer hands an’ knees.”

Silently Lothvaen did what he was told, almost deaf now to the sound of Selred approaching him, feeling a dull apathy as he felt Selred push into him again. Lothvaen had no idea any more how long it had been since he had been taken, for the days were blurred, seemingly merging with one another. And the man had taken him so many times since Eohric’s death that it seemed to the scribe that he had Selred’s cock permanently lodged in his backside. It made no difference to the man if Lothvaen was torn and bleeding – if anything, Selred seemed to like it when he was. The scribe felt weak and tired, unable to muster any sort of energy, and instead let Selred do whatever he wished.

“Squeeze me cock wit’ yer arse, elf,” Selred ordered, then groaned as Lothvaen did so. “Yer got such a tights, fuckable arse, elf,” he rasped before shuddering as he emptied himself once more, grinding his pelvis in Lothvaen’s backside. Selred pulled out, feeling more than satisfied, licking his lips as he saw his come leaching out of Lothvaen. “Gods, elf, yer looks goods wit’ come comin’ out of yer arse. Shows yer bin well an’ truly fucked. Can’ wait ter get yer out ons the street. Money’s a good…now, wots the word I’s heard? Moti…motivation. Thas it,” Selred continued, pleased he was able to remember the word. “Ayes, money’s a goods motivation, yer know? And yer goin’ ter bring in plenty of that. There’ll be queues of peoples, all jus’ wantin’ to fuck yer arse. Eohric was an idiot ter think yer shoulds be solds to just one person.”

Selred tucked his penis back inside his trousers. “Gets up, elf. This time we ‘ave to go; we stayed heres too long. Don’ wan’ ter give yer champion – this ‘aldeer’ yer keep whisperin’ about – a chance to catch ups wit’ us.” The man looked up into the sky. “I calculate we gots a couple more ‘ours daylight, then we’re goin’ ter ride wells into the night.” Then the man glimpsed something. “ere – wots thats arounds yer neck?” Selred reached inside and pulled out the carnelian necklace. He snorted. “This ‘aldeer give this ter yer?” he asked belligerently.

Frightened, Lothvaen nodded.

“Then we gets rids of it,” Selred said, reaching for his knife and cutting through the leather. He replaced the knife back in its sheath and tucked the necklace in his pocket. “Stone’s not worth much, but I cans sell its. One thing fer sure, yer nots goin’ ter be needin’ its.”

Lothvaen could only stare mutely as his only physical link to Haldir was taken away from him.

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