The Vixen Torn (3 page)

“When I see what I want,” he began in a low voice, “I
take it.” He clenched her tit again and leaned in to nip her
neck as his own chest rose and fell with his increased breathing.
Those dark nipples of his stiff on his bare chest, and only a silver
choker like chain to garb his upper body.

She moaned louder, right next to his ear as her hips ground into
his body once more. “I hope your neighbours don’t call
the guards,” she mused. “I have a feeling it’s
going to be a long night.”

She pulled away from him just enough that she could start to tug
up her dress over her thick, toned thighs, revealing her sex to be
deliciously bare beneath.

Loren had been built back up by her, and not just the pleasantly
large cock that swelled through his crisp, white black pants. As he
gazed at her bare slit, his eyes went wide and he went speechless. He
even managed to let go over her breast just to touch his face, as if
to prod himself out of his stupor. “That’s beautiful,”
he said, as if it was the first he’d seen.

The first that mattered anyhow.

She looked down over her body, her torso tilting back slightly so
that she could look at her smooth pussy with only the strip of dark
hair tufted at the top. “You think?” she asked curiously,
her finger delving to it and pulling out some of the hidden juices.

The effect she was having on him was obvious by his quickened
breathing. He reached out as she touched herself, brushing his own
thumb over that strip of hair. “By the light of the gods, I’ve
never seen a more perfect one,” and he swallowed down the
excess saliva he’d built up in a matter of seconds.

She smiled, looking so touched and pleased as her fingers worked
together to spread her lips for him, showing off that pink sex
lewdly. “I’ve not thought much about it,” she
admitted as her torso bent back more and her thumb glided over her
clit. “Oh,” she sighed, taking in a deep breath. “Do
you think you’ll fit?”

The swell of white fabric over his groin rose up with the thick
throb of desire beneath. “I better,” he murmured as his
thumb continued to trace that thin strip of soft pubic hair,
lavishing in it as if it were some rich fabric from a foreign land.
“Or I’ll make it fit,” he added on more firmly, and
she saw his handsome face contort a bit, making him look sterner as
he gazed longingly at her sex.

A visible shiver ran through her and her nipples stiffened beneath
her dress at the threat. Her breath caught, and for a moment, she
forgot she was supposed to be playing him. Making him fall for her.
Making him need her.

Instead, the only thought that filled her mind was of him fucking
her, and two of her digits pushed into her wantonly exposed sex.

Loren was entranced by the sight of her fingering herself. It was
only when his desires and rising confidence reached the breaking
point that he snapped out of it enough to use his free hand to pull
her dress from one shoulder and expose a heavy breast. He took hold
of that large mound and squeezed its bare flesh, hard and without
restraint. “Fuck,” he swore. “You are the
hottest...” and he trailed off as if unable to finish the
words.

Her bare nipple was so tight against his palm, the large flesh
surrounding it allowing his fingers to sink in. Her large breasts
full and heavy as she pressed into him. “You wanna fuck me?”
she asked with a lewd grind of her hips.

The wetness of her cunt pressed into his fine pants, but he didn’t
care or notice. He simply groaned at the feel of her against his
cock, wanted more desperately. “I’m gonna fuck you,”
he responded firmly, and he sat up and wrapped his lips about her
areola. He suckled her there with a ravenous hunger, tugging on that
full, hard teat as his other hand fumbled with his pants, managing to
undo them through sheer desperation it seemed. The pressure of
release caused that thick, veiny cock to pounce out and slap against
her fingers and labia, so hot and hard.

Her fingering stopped, her eyes instead focused on that molten
manhood. Some of it was for show, an exaggerated tinge of lust coming
to her gaze, but beyond it all, Anjasa was a slut. Strip away her
ambitions, her cunning, her manipulation and greed, and she’d
still sleep with any man with a big enough cock to please her. If
Loren was a pauper, she still would have fucked him on the streets.

“Oh lords,” she hissed excitedly.

Regardless of how much of it was show and how much was genuine, he
ate it up. He clenched her breast then reached up, taking hold of her
long, black hair and tugging it as he twisted her head to the side so
he could bite at her neck. “You like that?” he asked in a
deep husk. “Bigger than those elven ones, huh?” he
remarked, and she watched that thick, pink shaft throb lewdly betwixt
her thighs.

“Yes,” she hissed as her hand went to the back of his
head and drew him in, feeling dizzy with her own lust. She rubbed her
clit, eagerly, and then brought her fingers to her lips, suckling it
for a moment and moaning around them.

Loren, who had been so sad and despondent earlier, grasped hold of
her hair and breast tight as he flipped her over onto her back upon
the bed. He shimmied his pants a bit lower as he ground his thick,
hard cock to her quim and loomed over atop of her. “C’mon,”
he husked, and she knew she’d awoken the man inside him. “You
want it,” he urged with another grind over that damp slit, “beg
for it.”

Her green eyes opened wide in surprise, but her lips parted nearly
instantly. “Please, oh lords... You can’t leave me here
wanting like this. My pussy burns for you,” she confessed as
she squirmed beneath him. “Fuck me!”

He looked like the type, to her, to draw it out and make her beg
long, but she could tell she’d already had too powerful of an
effect upon him. His dick swelled too hungrily for her, and he
couldn’t bear to taunt her any longer. Instead he moved his
hips to grind his cock down over her cunny until the crown pressed to
her slit. “Here you go,” he said to her in a dark voice.
“Time to make it fit,” and despite the bragging he was
able to cram that thick girth up into her with the aid of her juices.
Though he let loose a surprised moan at her tightness as he clenched
her tit for support.

She knew how to grasp a man just so, to make him feel like he had
the biggest cock in the world, and her body angled perfectly for it.
She cried out noisily beneath him, a wild shout of passion filling
the room. “F fuck!” she cursed, her body grinding against
him as her legs moved around his waist and clasped him into her. “Oh
fuck you’re big!”

The deposed lord to be pulled back his hips and thrust again
immediately, his balls slapping against her noisily as he thrust with
wanton abandon.

She was good. Almost too good. She could bring out such fire from
men’s hearts, and he kept hold of her tit and hair so tightly
as he bucked into her. An exquisite look of pleasure covered his face
hovering over her, as the handsome young man thrust away ravenously.
His toned chest heaving as he struggled to keep his eyes open against
the tide of pleasure. “Dammit you’re one tight elf
bitch,” he cursed at her, though she knew it was anything but
unpleasant for him.

And the cruel word only made her cunny throb harder, more
genuinely around him. She got off on this, on their lust and passion,
and her body sang as he slammed into her. Each thrust sent her
breasts rippling, her body rocking beneath him on the bed as she
clung to him with her legs and pussy. “No chance of me being
knocked up!” she growled and squeezed his cock harder. “Nothing
to lose by pumping me full of your load.”

Her words surprised him, and he blinked, trying to clear the fog
of lust away from his gaze as he looked down at her beautiful
features. Something rolled around in his head. Doubt? Did he think
she was trying to trick him? What mattered was he never slowed down,
never ceased that hard thrusting.

In a growling voice he said, “I don’t even care
anymore!” And she knew that was true, she had him so jacked up
on desire for her—the throb of that thick shaft a testament to
it—he’d not be pulling out either way. Which was good, as
his panting and the swelling of his girth let her know it was coming.

“Oh Lord,” she hissed, no longer the generic curse and
praise to the upper class, but to him and him alone. Her pussy
clenched around his throbbing, heated masculinity and she moaned
loudly, “Please!”

His pumping all but ended, instead he gave her a couple last,
savage thrusts as she felt his dick swell within her. He groaned so
lewdly as he came then, his shaft pulsing as he spurt thick, virile
seed into her depths. “Yes,” he grunted, “yesssss.”
She could make kings of men with some sweet words and her hot body.
He revelled in the sweet pleasure of release inside her exquisite
folds, spurting to the very last drop all he had inside her.

Her moans and cries filled the room, encasing him in the safe,
secure knowledge that he’d fucked her well, that he was a man.

“Fuck,” she groaned at his final thrust, her entire
body shivering and her nipples poking out hard atop her massive
breasts. “Fuck that was good. Fuck you’re good.”

He was grinning, the look of confidence and self—satisfaction ripe
on his handsome young face. He could make smugness look good there in
the afterglow of sex.

Heedless of the mess he’d make he yanked his dick out of
her, leaving her to drool his seed onto the rich bedspread. “You’re
a lucky woman,” he didn’t leave her, instead he climbed
up over her, knees on either side as that slick, honey glistened, cum
stained cock dangled out before her face. With his hand still in her
hair he pulled her head up towards it.

Her eyes rose to him as her plush lips parted, her tongue moving
out already to taste their combined juices. It was so sweet, so dirty
as he maneuvered her head, forcing her to do something she already
wanted to do very badly.

Loren watched her with a bright sparkle in his amber eyes, his
gaze intense as he stared. “That’s it,” he growled,
and despite just cumming she felt the thick organ twitch with
excitement still. He might have been a wastrel lord, but he had
stamina and virility, she realized. “When I’m Lord Faro,”
he began, pausing to lick his lips, “I shall reward you, my
elven slut.”

Her tongue swirled around his cock as if in thanks and gratitude,
and her dark lashes descended over her gaze as her moan went through
his organ. To think of how many women he’d fucked, how many he
could have, it made her blood pulse and her head feel faint. She
wanted his lust, his passion, and for the briefest moments she almost
felt a pang of jealousy.

He purposely plucked his organ from her mouth and slapped that
thick shaft against her face. “Until then... I’ll have my
fun,” and with such a sadistic grin he slid down over her form.
The alcohol seemed to have done nothing to diminish his libido, for
he flipped her over, tugged her to the edge of the bed and parted her
ass cheeks as he lined up his cock tip with her anal pucker, prodding
it without hesitation.

She gasped, and Anjasa was, truly, shocked. Surprised at how hard
he still was, by how forceful he’d become, but her bottom
presented to him eagerly all the same. “Be careful!” she
pleaded, knowing full well it’d be fruitless. He’d hurt
her, but it’d be in the best way possible.

With his cock.

Clutching her long dark strands as if it they were a reign and
her, his beast of burden, he yanked , tugging her scalp as he forced
himself inside. “C’mon elf slut,” he grunted as his
shaft sank agonizingly slowly into her tight rear. “Don’t
be like that. You were so much fun,” he taunted, and she knew
she’d found a dark one in that formerly melancholy lord.

She whimpered his named, her body prickling with pain and intense
sensations that one could never get outside of the bedroom. She’d
tried to find drugs, devices, contraptions, anything that could
compare, but it was impossible.

The feel of a powerful man dominating her was entirely unique and
did things to her that nothing else could.

Loren had only gotten a few inches inside her, but he was already
anxiously tugging and pushing his cock into her, eager for the sweet
friction of that tight hole as he yanked her hair. “C’mon,”
he muttered, and slapped a hand against her cheek. He stared down at
the sight of her tan ass being crammed full of his pink dick, her
puffy pussy lips below drooling his pearly white seed, still so
fresh.

Gasping, she tried to push against him, to meet the pain he was
causing with her own as he shoved that too big cock into her too
small hole. It burned and seared through her and she wanted to claw
herself away from him, but her body needed the pain. Her clit
throbbed needfully and she cried louder, her breaths coming on hard
and fast.

The praise and coaxing mixed with the alcohol had brought out the
animal in him, and he was pumping her insistently. The light slap of
his groin striking her plush ass cheeks growing as he grunted with
the tug of her tacky inner walls clinging to his manhood. With so
little lubrication it was pure force driving his motions.

She’d picked well. Seen through the sad outer shell and
managed to pick a big dick with a sadistic streak.

She couldn’t be more grateful, even as her toes curled and
her fingers dug into the plush blankets. “Fuck!” The word
bounced off the walls and she screamed with gurgled pleasure and
pain. “Fuck fuck fuck,” she coaxed herself through,
taking more and more of that thick member into her tight canal. It
was like a mantra, a way of working herself to take it all.

The sounds of his grunts and curses were lost in the volume of her
own shouts, but despite his enjoyment of her, she knew it wouldn’t
be short. He’d only just came, and the slow pace of thrusts in
her tautly stretched anal canal would bring him to a slow boil.