He reached between her legs, rubbing the cloth of her skirts against her. After half a moment, her head fell back. She gripped his shoulder to help herself stand and felt her hips swaying in rhythm with his fingers, trying to attain the release she had been denied for so long. It took her a minute to try to pull away. She knew that he was strong; although not bulky, she could see the lines of the muscles in his arms, and she remembered that even as a child he had more strengths than many adults she knew. So she waited, relaxing in his grip, before pulling away as abruptly and sharply as she could.
There was a loud ripping sound, and Olan looked surprised to find a swath of cloth but no Laura in his grip. He leaned back against the wall as she backed away from him, keeping him in view at all times. She reached behind her for the edge of the window, feeling frantically for it, wondering if she could break it and if it would do any good anyway, since they were on the third floor of the house.
She never considered screaming. Later, she would wonder why she hadn't brought the whole house down on them when she had the chance. Instead, she reached the window and swung it open behind her, watching Olan watching her.
She pushed the window harder than necessary, and for an eerie moment felt as if she were going to tumble out of it. At the same moment, a hard hand grabbed her wrist and hauled her forward. Laura never saw Olan move, but he crossed the large room in an instant and hauled her back inside, only to press her against the wall next to the window and pin her with just one long finger, which inserted slowly into her body, watching the expressions shift on her face all the while.
He pulled away from her, and she moaned at the loss, snapping her eyes open.
"It will not be as easy as that," he insisted. "I have had to wait for far too long. My needs come first, my dear." Olan reached up and used his sharp nails to shred her dress into little tatters that fluttered easily to the floor. It took only the blink of an eye for her to be standing nude before him, flinching from the pain. His nails had never broken her skin, but they had raised a hundred tiny welts on her flesh, all at once. It increased the sensitivity of her skin. She covered her breasts with her hands, but Olan jerked them away.
He pushed her shoulders hard so that she fell back on the bed next to her husband. Laura was relieved to see that Marico was still breathing. Olan spread her legs wide, one tossed over Marico, the other over the side of the bed. He spoke a few words and a soft light came from his hand, which he moved in between her legs so that he could examine her tender pussy in detail. He reached out one finger, with a sharp, talon like nail at the end, and she braced herself for the pain, though she dared not move. He did not cut her, however, but pressed the pad of his finger softly against her throbbing clitoris. He moved it up and down several times. When he stopped, Laura could feel the beads of sweat trailing down the sides of her breasts, and she could hear her own breath coming in gasps. He lifted his finger away from her.
A moment later, his magnificent cock was bobbing in front of her. She reached out to touch it before she realized what she was doing. She caressed it gently. Suddenly, Laura had an idea about how she could begin to appease Olan for the months she had spent fucking other men. She wrapped her fingers around the head of his cock and drew him forward until she could reach him with her lips. Once there, she licked the slit in the head of his cock, then took the entire length of him deep into her throat at once.
She felt impaled, overcome, but she forced her head to keep bobbing frantically over the heavy cock while her tongue swirled frantically around him. He let her continue for several minutes, before finally jerking her head back and pushing her down against the blankets.
"I've waited too long to fuck this pretty pussy," he panted. "We were too young when we met, but I watched you grow. I saw your legs lengthen and your breasts soften and plump out from your body. I should have taken you then, but I knew that your people still considered you a child." He laughed. "I'll wager that you didn't know that I watched you, that I snuck into your room at night and squeezed the juice from elven fruits onto your lips so that you would not die from your elf-mooning." He placed himself between her widespread legs and shoved his entire, heavy length inside of her. "I needed you to live, so that one day I could come back to you and ride your body for days on end. I dreamed of being the first to pierce your little cunt, but your hot little body wouldn't wait, would it? You probably spread your legs wide the first chance that you can. Did you beg Marico to fuck you, to stop the longing that you felt?"
