You Are Mine

You Ar Mine

Rune's clouded mind vaguely registered something soft underneath his back. A bed, though it was an unfamiliar bed. But this was an utterly irrelevant fact to the elven prince and it was quickly forgotten. He felt the bed shift as the controller of his actions, thoughts, and feelings moved atop him. The elf's pale cheeks were colored by a soft blush as he gazed up at his master. His bright blue eyes darkened, attaining a shade which rivaled that of a sapphire. Heat flared as their bare, unclothed bodies came into contact with each other.

Dekim, whose sanity had long ago perished, reveled in the sight of the elf beneath him. Long blond hair, blue eyes, pale fair skin, slender delicate frame... He was thoroughly satisfied with himself for having imprisoned the beautiful creature. Rune's mind, body, and perhaps even soul were all his to do with as he pleased. Right now, he was in the mood to indulge in his captive's body. Normally, the demon would not have shown restraint or compassion in bedding one of his former enemies. But he slowly lowered his body down on top of Rune, merely combining their warmth.

“So Rune, if there's any bit of coherent thought left in that head of your's, tell your master what you want...”, Dekim ordered softly, near the captive's slightly pointed ear. He nibbled it gently while waiting for some sort of answer.

A soft moan flowed from Rune's mouth as his master teethed on his sensitive ear. He took in the demon's words, processed them. If he had been in his normal state of mind, he would have screamed, thrashed, struggled. Done anything he possibly could to escape from Dekim's grasp. But his mind was heavily enchanted which caused him to act in a manner that complied with the demon's every whim. Finally finding his voice, he managed to give a quiet response. “Please... Take me... I... want you inside of me...”, the elf begged.

Dekim pulled back slightly, looking at his slave, a sadistic smirk adorning his lips. Oh, how the tables had turned. The former elven prince, Rune, who had also been one of Lord Lykouleon's precious Dragon Knights, was now begging to be fucked by one of Lykouleon's greatest enemies. It was just an all-too delicious situation, one that fed his already highly conceded ego. He bent forward and bruised Rune's lips in a harsh and forceful kiss. His tongue was granted entrance to the other's mouth as the elf whimpered in pain. Every last inch of the slave's wet orifice was explored.

The demon finally receded so as to let fresh air fill their lungs. He looked down at his panting prize. The smirk that had disappeared when the kiss was initiated then replaced itself upon his lips. After all, Rune had begged to be taken and here he was, sparing time for a kiss. How selfish of him. With practiced ease and maneuverability, Dekim spread his slave's slender legs. Why bother wasting time with proper preparation for what was inevitably coming? That was just ludicrous. He pulled back slightly and then slammed his entire length into the elf's waiting body.

Rune's sapphire eyes widened as tears of pain brimmed within them. He made a noise, a sharp intake of breath. Then his eyes slid closed and crystalline tears trailed down his blushing cheeks. A strangled cry tore itself from his throat. It sounded louder than it was within the small enclosed room. Whimpering and pained panting followed after the cry escaped. The demon bent down, lapping at the tears. He felt no regret... no remorse... and no mercy.

Dekim began thrusting in and out of the delicate body beneath him. He was well aware that his forceful intrusion had torn flesh and that crimson blood was now staining both the bedsheets and Rune's legs. But then again, the slave had begged to be taken. All he had done was fulfill that request. What was one small injury compared to the mix of pain and pleasure that was sure to follow? Said slave was already moaning with sweet and unrestrained abandon. His head was pressing softly into the pillow, blond locks splayed out around it. Pale skin flushed was tinted with soft rose red. Truly a beautiful sight to behold.

Pain and pleasure were flooding his senses, overtaking him. Rune was helpless against the immense sensations. As helpless as he was against Dekim, since his mind had been placed under a strong enchantment. His moaning and panting soon became entangled with each other as his master took on a much harder and faster pace with his thrusting. Each movement inside of him made Rune feel... like he was in the ultimate paradise. The demon's member filled him and he loved it. Just the sensation of being filled was enough to make him moan in ecstasy.

The feeling of being sheathed within that warm, slender body... The feeling of that tight ass squeezing around and against him with each thrust... The knowledge that the once elegant and noble Dragon Knight of Water, Rune, had been reduced to a beautiful slave who begged to be claimed in bed... All of this were more than enough to make Dekim slam faster into his prize. The demon gasped as his body began tensing up for his impending climax. He pulled back one last time and drove deeper into Rune's body than he had before, spilling his seed into the slave's core with a deep groan.

Another loud cry was torn from Rune's throat as he felt a liquid warmth filling into him. His master was motionless above him, panting heavily. Dekim soon pulled out of him and laid down beside him. The elf had to take more time in order to be able to move his battered body. Pain, exhaustion, and a sense of fulfillment caused him to remain on his back, panting softly.

He slowly raised a pale hand and placed it upon his stomach. For a short space of moments, all reason and common sense evaded him. The thought of him baring his master's child actually fluttered into his mind. But it soon disappeared as a need for sleep overcame him. As his blue eyes fell closed and Rune began to drift away from reality, he realized that he was now and forever addicted to the pain and pleasure that his master had given him.