In The Clutches Of The Elven King

Emrys sat on his throne, overlooking his court. He swept his long blonde hair back over his shoulders and adjusted his crown made from interwoven gold and silver filigree. He scrunched up his dark, thick, defined eyebrows above his golden eyes. A scowl crossed his pale, beautiful, sculpted face, he was irritated because he was so unbelievably bored. He had been king of the woodland elves for centuries, he brought his people peace, prosperity and kept them free from strife. Easy to do with humans banished from his realm, pathetic beings. What was even the point of such short lived creatures?

There was nothing to do except repeat virtually the same day over and over. While he was mulling over exactly what he was going to do to relieve his perpetual boredom...the doors of his court burst open. His guards were dragging a human woman in, with a mop of wavy red hair looking dirty and disheveled.

They dragged her to the foot of the stairs his throne sat atop of, before throwing her to her knees. The captain of his guards stepped forward and addressed him.

"Your Majesty, we found this human in your forest. We would have executed her on sight as per your laws...but there are extenuating circumstances. She was being pursued by bandits through the trees. We saw as they caught up and began to attack her..."

Emrys saw the front of her dress had been torn apart, her thin undergarments visible.

"... we filled them with arrows. Then brought her back here. We wished for your judgement on the matter."

He grabbed the woman's chin and made her look up at Emrys.

"Speak before the King, plead your case and beg for mercy. For it is not in my power to grant it." He barked at her.

Emrys studied her more closely. Beneath the filth and grime she was beautiful. Her fair elegant face with its high cheekbones could have been mistaken for an elven maiden's were it not for her full pouty lips. Her sapphire blue eyes looking up at him filled with fear. He felt his cock stir as he looked at her, taking in her generous curvaceous figure that marked her as human.

She spoke, her voice dulcet even as her tone betrayed her scared nervousness.

"I apologise to your Majesty... I was travelling with a trading caravan and an escort traversing the edge of your forest when we were attacked by those bandits... They started killing everyone... I tried to run...and some of them started to chase me... The only place I could find cover was in your forest... I knew it was forbidden...but I had no other choice...please forgive me and have mercy your Majesty!"

Tears pricked the corner of her eyes.

Emrys gazed at her speculatively. Then spoke with a smooth imperious baritone.

"Why was a young woman like you with the caravan?"

He asked curiously.

"I was being escorted to my betrothed... My parents have arranged a marriage for me."

She answered.

Emrys directed a question to his guard captain.

"Did you find anything on her?"

The guard captain responded.

"Letters of introduction, no weapons. We had reports from scouts that there is wreckage from a caravan along the western border. Confirming her story."

Emrys nodded.

"What's your name girl?"

" Lady Sigrun."

He hid the smile creeping onto his lips. His new source of amusement had just been dropped into his lap.

"I'll grant you my mercy Sigrun..."

He saw her visibly sigh in relief.

"...my attendants will escort you to a bathing room. You can clean yourself up...we will provide you with some clean clothes later and discuss what to do with you."

He gestured for her to be taken away. He signalled for an attendant to approach and then issued an order.

"Escort her to my personal bath, take her clothes and burn them. Do not give her any replacements until I explicitly order it."

The attendant nodded before marching to join up with the group to direct them accordingly.

Emrys sat on his throne and smirked.

Sigrun was led into an opulent bathing room. The bath was closer to the size of a pool and there was a small waterfall next to it keeping it filled and another next to a drain. The whole room was warm and the water was too. There was a second door leading elsewhere. A female attendant stood in the room with her, looking at her.

"I need to undress..." Sigrun said nervously.

"I know..." Said the attendant. "...But I need to take your clothes. New ones will be brought."

Sigrun detected the mild disdain present in the way she was spoken to. She relented, trying to bury her embarrassment as she undressed in front of the elven woman. Handing over her tattered clothes. Once she had them in her hands the attendant left through the door. Sigrun could have sworn she heard it click like it had been locked. She chose to ignore it, not like she could do much about it. She didn't know how to pick a lock and even if she did she was naked in the middle of an elven palace.

There was nowhere to go.

She entered the bath, the water going up to her wide hips, fully covering her large thighs. She commenced scrubbing, rinsing off the filth that had accumulated as she pondered her situation. What were the elves going to do to her? They were known for treating humans like vermin, yet here she was in this luxurious bathroom? Something didn't add up...she was waiting for the pin to drop.

She was thankful to even be alive. The bandits, entering the elven forest, the hail of arrows that had rained down when they had caught her. The elves arguing with their captain over whether or not to kill her before marching her to the palace for a judgement. Then thrown before the King, she had marvelled at his beauty when she saw him. A King with true majesty who had been gracious enough to grant her mercy.

She dunked her head back, urgently scouring her hair. She submerged herself to fully wash it, closing her eyes. When she raised herself out, she wiped the water from her eyes. To find the King standing at the edge of the bath gazing at her naked form. She gasped in surprise and she desperately tried to cover herself.

Emrys had seen all of her. Her bountiful breasts with their pink nipples, leading to a narrow waist with a patch of red hair between her generous hips. As she turned around to hide herself from him he saw a round heart shaped behind.

She was better than he had expected, now that she was divested of the filth and her ruined clothes. A lustful look entered his eyes.

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry there seems to have been some kind of error. If I have ended up in your bathing room by mistake then I apologise."

She burned with humiliation, her cheeks going pink.

Emrys smirked.

"There's been no error. Turn around." He ordered.

"Excuse me!...your majesty." She exclaimed, before remembering her precarious position.

"In future don't make me repeat myself. Turn around and show yourself to me." He ordered.

She turned. Her arm doing a poor job of covering her breasts from his view while her other hand tried to cover her nether region. Her cheeks, bright pink.

"What did I just say about making me repeat myself? Show yourself, remove your hands."

He demanded.

She reluctantly uncovered herself before his eyes.

"Is this what you wanted, your Majesty?" She asked sheepishly. Unable to meet his gaze.

He smiled lasciviously.

"Very nice... But the hair needs to go."

She flinched.

Emrys pulled a bottle from a nearby cupboard.

"Get out of the bath and liberally smear this on your underarms, legs and the place between them."

She did as commanded and he handed her the bottle. She opened it and smeared the thick sticky substance on her body. It tingled in a way that was hard to tell if it was pleasant or not. He pointed to a bench.

"Really apply it thoroughly. Open your legs and use more." He commanded her.

She sat on the bench, spreading her legs wide. Spreading more of the substance on herself. The shamed heat on her pink cheeks became unbearable as he gazed at her most intimate part.

Emrys began to take off his own clothes, painstakingly hanging up or folding each garment. She couldn't help but stare, as she saw his bare chest, lithe, every muscle clearly defined. Slowly pulling down his trousers, his was the first she had ever seen. A light pink colour and he was half erect. She didn't know for sure but he seemed large. None of his body had hair.

Once he finished undressing he issued another order to her.

"Go to the waterfall over the drain, rinse yourself off."

She walked to the waterfall and stood under it. She watched as all her hair slid off her body and washed down the drain. He gave her an admiring glance as he walked over. He placed his hands on her hips. She blanched as he stroked his thumbs over her newly smooth pubic region. Spreading her nether lips apart leering at her.

She whimpered.

"Please don't do this to me...I was waiting to be married... My first time is for my future husband."

She begged.

He pulled his hands away, cocked his head at her and laughed.

"Why would I care about the promise to a pathetic human man. This ends when I have sated myself with you. You are going to be very familiar with my cock soon."

She panicked, tried to run, but with a snap of his fingers she went flying into the bath. She struggled to right herself and stand in the water. He hopped in and waded over to her. He wove his fingers through her hair, tightly grasping it as he brought her face close to his. Holding her at his mercy, her hands instinctively reaching up to try and free her hair.

Clearly amused at her feeble escape attempt, he chuckled.

"Exactly where were you planning to run to? Out into the palace? Give everyone a show? Only to be marched back here?..."

He arrogantly smirked. Running his other hand along her body, slipping it between her legs, stroking her folds. She shuddered.

"...you are going to have me inside you. It is as inevitable as the setting of the sun. The only question is whether I make it pleasurable for you too. Resist me and I'll do as I wish...and when I'm finished, I'll cast you out of my realm with nothing, completely naked as you are now..."

He drew his face closer to hers taking on a more seductive tone.

"...submit and I will show you pleasure your future husband could never give you."

He lowered her to her knees and pushed her face against his cock.

"Suck it" He commanded.

She felt shame surge through her as she hesitantly brushed his tip against her lips before parting them and taking him into her mouth and starting to suck. He stroked his hand over her cheek while the other stayed grasping her hair. She placed her hands on his hips as he bobbed her head up and down his cock. She didn't know if she was doing a good job or not. She looked up to see his imperious golden eyes staring down at her, a hint of a smirk, but his face looking more relaxed, the tension easing away.

He started to thrust his hips into her mouth. Forcing her to take him deeper, halfway down his girthy length and he was at the back of her mouth. She tried to get him to ease up by pushing against his hips, but did not have the strength to make a difference. She felt tears prick the corners of her eyes. Trying to take air in through her nose. She looked up at him again, his eyes losing focus, biting his lower lip as he watched her taking his cock in her mouth, her lips wrapped around him.

She groaned as taking him so deep became uncomfortable. Hoping, praying that he was going to finish soon. Tears now running down her face. She felt his stomach muscles begin to tremble, she heard him grunt and felt a warm splash hit the back of her throat and fill her mouth. As he slowly began to withdraw, he issued another order.

"Swallow it." He almost purred. Removing his hand from her hair and stroking her chin.

She did as commanded and swallowed the bitter sticky contents of her mouth. She coughed as he pulled out, from the sudden wealth of air available. He ran his thumb against her lips before guiding her off her knees to her feet. He leaned down, moving his face closer to hers. Still holding her chin, the other hand running down her back.

"Good girl... Now I'm going to bed you."

Emrys took her by the hand and led her through the other door to his bedroom. He threw her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. He grasped his hands around her breasts, rubbing them, delighting in the size. Before he clamped his mouth around her nipple, rolling his tongue over it, feeling it harden. He teased her other nipple between his fingers.

Sigrun found it to be a curious sensation. Apprehensive as she was, his fingers and tongue were sending tingles to her nether region. He pressed his teeth around her nipple, biting it, she let out a yelp in response. As he returned to sucking on it, he removed his hand and slid it down her stomach between her legs, stroking her folds before slipping inside. She gasped.

She instinctively tried to close her legs, clamping his hand between them, it did not stop his fingers caressing her insides. It did annoy him though. He pulled his mouth away from her nipple.

"Keep your legs open!..."

She prised her thighs apart, as he began to pump his fingers inside.

"...so I can find..."

He probed around, exploring her inner sex until he rubbed a spot that sent a shiver through her.

"...there it is."

He directed his fingers at that spot. Mewls were being forced out of her. He sat up, he trailed his other hand down her stomach reaching down to her sex. She was concerned he was about to put more fingers inside her. Instead he pulled the hood back on a part of herself she was told to never play with and flicked his fingers over it. It sent jolts through her, causing her to writhe.

He smirked at her.

"You have clearly never played with this part of yourself before have you? Were you too scared of how good it would feel?"

He goaded.

She bit her lower lip, moaning. She had never felt anything like this, it was making her breathe heavily, causing her legs to quiver. A wicked smile crept onto Emrys face as he kept stroking his fingers watching her reaction.

He rumbled.

"You moan like a whore with just my fingers. How loud can you get I wonder?"

He lowered his face to her sex replacing his fingers with his tongue on that forbidden spot. Flicking and rolling it, watching her legs go from quivering to shaking. When he wrapped his lips around and sucked it, still flicking, her moans became loud and panting. He stayed like this, she balled her fists up into the sheets, overwhelmed by the sensation. She was too hot, it was too much. Her head went empty, she was sweating and she was building up to something and it scared her.

"Please...stop...I...can't...I'm gonna..."

She whimpered.

He laughed at her, the rumbles travelling through her body. His golden eyes narrowed, with mirthful mischief to be found there. He didn't stop, in fact he intensified his ministrations. Pushing her closer and closer to this unknown feeling.

It hit her like a lightning bolt. She squealed as it tore through her. Her back arching as blissful fire surged up her spine into her head, turning the world white as her eyes rolled back into their sockets. Her muscles tensed and shook before they went limp.

Emrys raised his face from between her legs to lean over her. His face embodying smug victory, his mouth twisted into a condescending smirk.

"Despite your protests you just took a great amount of pleasure being touched by a man you have known for a matter of hours. What would your future husband think? What kind of woman does that make you?"

He kept stroking his fingers inside her.

"Your sex is sopping wet and squeezing around my fingers. It's begging for something else."

She whimpered. Stung by his words.

"No that's not...I'm not..."

He didn't wait for her to finish speaking. He lined up his cock at her entrance, coated his tip in her nectar, before pushing inside, pausing as he reached her maidenhood.

Sigrun cried out at the sudden large intrusion. He leaned down closer to her face, his eyes looking directly at hers.

"I am about to deflower you. Bid goodbye to your maidenhood."

He drove his hips into her until he was fully buried within. Sigrun's eyes shot wide open, she cried out again as she winced, futilely trying to push him off with her hands against his chest. Her body reeling from the sudden fullness, the feeling of his weight on top of her. He chuckled before grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head in one hand.

He chuckled at her panting face.

"Under the circumstances I'll forgive that little show of defiance...since your sex is so welcoming. It's gleefully clinging to me, begging me to claim it."

He started rolling his hips into her. Relishing the tension drifting from her face with the movement. Replaced with something more relaxed, her mouth slightly open, letting out quiet sighing moans. Her eyes losing focus as she looked at him. He used his free hand to play with her breast, rubbing his palm over the skin.

Sigrun was struggling to comprehend how this could feel so good. His manhood filled her insides, gently grinding into her. Her married friends back home had always told her that wifely duties were nothing special and that romance novels were greatly exaggerated. Yet this foreign pleasure was driving her mad, she couldn't resist the urge to roll her hips into his trying to match his rhythm.

Emrys grinned as she did this. She was caving to the sensation and this pleased him greatly. He started to pull his hips back then thrust himself deep inside. She stopped her sighs, being replaced solely by moans. His hips lightly slapping into hers, she tightened around him. His every movement rubbed that sensitive spot inside.

As they continued, Emrys gradually increased the speed of his thrusts. The volume of her moans became proportionate. By the point he was slamming his hips against hers, pounding himself deep inside, she was quivering. Her sex desperately hugged him as he reached her depths. She couldn't hold in her moans if she tried.

While Emrys was grunting and groaning from his efforts, Sigrun felt herself approaching that rapturous feeling again. She wanted it yet it still scared her, as her breaths were harried, her body shaking. Her back started to arch while her toes were curling. When it finally hit her she screamed, an explosion of sensation forced its way through her from between her legs. Her eyes rolled back as it removed awareness of all things from her mind. Her insides clamped down hard on Emrys, their shuddering trembles trying to milk his seed from him. His face one of pure bliss as his own rapture arrived, his cock spraying itself within. Groaning as it finished.

He stayed buried within her, her sex still clinging to him. When he began to soften he withdrew. Letting go of her wrists and lay on the bed next to her, enjoying the afterglow.

When Sigrun finally returned to her senses her eyes widened when she realised that he had left his seed deep inside. She slipped her fingers inside her sex, frantically trying to scrape it out. When Emrys noticed he grew angry. He grabbed her wrists and held her down.

He hissed.

"Why do you insult me by trying to purge yourself of my seed, which I have so generously bestowed you?"

She whimpered.

"If it stays inside I could bear your child."

He cocked his head, looked at her for a moment before laughing.

"I don't think a whore like you should be complaining about the privilege of bearing a royal child."

"I'm not a whore!" She sobbed.

He raised an eyebrow, bringing his face closer to hers and spoke in a sultry tone.

"What else do I call you? You claim you did not want this, yet you moaned for me, rolled your hips into mine and wantonly came with me deep inside. Your sex begging my cock for its seed. Either you wanted me, or you have the body of a whore that doesn't care who's touching it as long as it feels good...which is it?" He mocked.