INTERACTIVE LOVER:

LAURANA

Capture the Elf Queen

by PJ

 

The green-fletched arrow hisses past your left ear, thunking loudly into the sleek, ivory trunk of a nearby tree. You draw a throwing knife from your belt, the small blade glistens black in the moonlight, wet with poison. You hurl the knife with your right arm, hand extended before you when you hear the blade hit its target. A lithe shape drops from a high branch to your right, the warrior crouches upon the ground, bound red hair dropping down her back.

The sentry is an elfess, a lethal beauty with sun-browned skin and exotic green eyes. Your knife is embedded deeply in the sentry's right shoulder, the poison already numbs her arm, forcing her to discard her long bow. Snarling at you, the elfess draws a short blade from her thick, leather belt, she lunges at you even as you back away, hand dipping beneath your black cloak to retrieve your own sword.

You unsheathe Elf Slayer from its ebony, snake-skin scabbard. The long sword is pure black with a crimson edge, the razor-sharp edge throbs with eldritch light, the weapon senses elf blood nearby and wishes to drink deep. You parry the lightning swift slash of the elfess, scarlet sparks explode from the two blades when they kiss. The elfess leaps back, green eyes glittering, sensual mouth a thin line as she considers the pulsating blade in your gloved hands. You chop down at the sentry, she blocks your strike, Elf Slayer sunders her weapon, then bites deep into her left shoulder. When the fallen elfess tries to scream you cover her open mouth with the heel of your left boot. You drag Elf Slayer's edge across the prone sentry's torso, then impale the bleeding elfess in the heart, silencing her forever.

You return Elf Slayer to its scabbard and squat near a whispering tree, dark eyes narrowing as you judge the distance between treeline and the Queen's manor. An ornate garden provides many places to seek shelter, you leap from the concealing forest and race through the garden, skirting a round, clear pool before hurling to the elf queen's manor. You hug the house's outer wall, several windows hang open to your left, you side-step towards them, always watching for more sentries.

The first window opens to the queen's bedchamber. You slip inside like a wraith, black cloak spilling around your lean body like liquid night. You shuffle to the queen's bed, you rise to stand over the elf queen's sleeping form.

Laurana is the woman sleeping before you. You remember her well, she was the Golden General that defeated you and your comrades decades earlier, during the War of the Lance, when you first joined the ranks of the Dragon Highlords to serve the Queen of Darkness. Now you are a Knight of Neraka, and this night you take your revenge upon the elfess who brought your order to ruin and disgrace.

You remove a strip of white cloth from a leather pouch at your belt, the cloth is damp, soaked in a sleeping draught prepared by you earlier. You crouch above Laurana's head, your right arm snakes out, wraps around the elfess's slender throat. Laurana's brown eyes snap open, she screams into the wet cloth you hold to her lips, she kicks and thrashes upon the wide bed. You press your left palm onto Laurana's working mouth, your cock stiffens as the elfess struggles against you, her frantic eyes staring up into your cold orbs, her eyelids slowly drooping, her thrashings growing weaker and weaker. You cling to Laurana, burying your nose into her fragrant, golden hair, taut arm around her neck while she raggedly breathes in the cloy vapors of the draught-soaked cloth covering her open mouth and flaring nostrils

Finally, Laurana completely succumbs to the sleeping draught. You gingerly remove the damp cloth from the elf queen's beautiful face, then you gently lower her head back onto her pillow. Returning the white cloth to its pouch, you slide free a long, black strip of cloth from your leather belt and bind it across Laurana's closed eyes. You cinch and tie the cloth behind the elf queen's head, then roll the limp woman onto her right side, gathering her slim, golden arms behind her back and binding her wrists together with rough hemp cord. You tie Laurana's ankles together with more hemp, then snap free another strip of black cloth to press between the elfess's lips. You cinch the gag tightly, step back, and look over your handiwork. Smiling grimly with satisfaction, you scoop up Laurana's limp body and drape her over your left shoulder. You climb out of the open bedroom window, run your dark eyes across the empty, silent grounds, then jog through the garden a second time to the beckoning shelter of the black forest.

***

Dawn is just brightening the sky between the overhanging branches when Laurana stirs in her bonds. You watch her closely while you paddle up the White Rage River, leaving the forest and turning east, the current picking up as your canoe cuts through the azure water flowing to the sea. Your eyes crease in amusement as you watch Laurana test her wrist and ankle bonds, she moves her head, vainly attempting to peer through the dark cloth tied across her almond eyes. The bound elfess tries to speak through her gag, but only irate noise passes through the thick cloth. You slice through the glittering water with your paddle, you watch the sun slowly break across the horizon, illuminating the eastern coast of Ansalon, the New Sea that tosses and froths, and the waiting black ship flying the five-headed dragon of Neraka.

***

After a hot breakfast and a brief consultation with the ship's captain, you make your way to the ship's hold where Laurana is being kept. You have roughly a week before the corsair reaches Sanction, more than enough time to break the proud elf queen to your will.

You open the door to the wide hold. The hold is dark, by the sunlight beaming in over your right shoulder you can make out the stacked crates of ship's stores that fill every available space. You grasp the hilt of Elf Slayer, the darkness brightens, you make your way easily through the stacks, walking aft to the cleared space where Laurana hangs. The elf queen's arms are stretched above her, the hemp that binds her chaffed wrists now hangs from a heavy iron hook. The hook connects to a rope that runs through a tackle set in an overhead beam, the rope descending to a locked winch near the aft bulkhead. Laurana's bare toes just touch the deck, she raises her head to regard you, brown eyes smoldering with anger, lips pressed firmly together.

Elf Slayer warms in your grasp, it whispers its hunger to you, its need to taste the elfess's blood. You release your grip upon the enchanted weapon, you flex your gloved fingers, meeting the elf queen's hate-filled stare.

Hate turns to alarm in Laurana's eyes when you remove your long, black cloak and gloves. Setting them over a nearby crate, you slide a slim leather riding crop from underneath your wide belt, you slap it over your left palm, approaching Laurana, moving to stand behind her. Laurana tilts her head, tries to keep you in her sight over her left shoulder. You stop behind the elfess, placing the leather crop in the crook of your left arm so you can reach out and rip open the elf queen's sheer, white, sleeping shift. Laurana cries out, her entire body trembling, swaying in the darkness as the ship shifts beneath you both. You grasp the handle of the crop and lash out, leather cracks against supple flesh, Laurana screams in pain. You continue swinging without pause, whipping Laurana mercilessly, lashing between her shoulders, across her small buttocks, down her slim, quaking thighs. You finally pause for a moment to catch your breath, Laurana is panting, head hanging low, gleaming gold hair veiling her flushed, perspiring face. You walk to a support beam and light the lantern hanging from it, golden light spills into the hold, Laurana is fully illuminated, naked and sweat-soaked, her back, thighs, and buttocks covered in angry, red welts. You smile widely, how you dreamed of this moment, of bringing your enemy low, of shattering her resolve and spirit!

Triumph transforms to something else. You desire Laurana, her naked, hanging body tantalizes you, the elfess is yours for the taking.

The elf queen is so lost in her agony she doesn't react when you begin unbuckling and removing your black leather armor and breeches. As naked as your prisoner, you return to Laurana, you stand behind her, inhaling the musk of her sweat and pain, the sweet aroma of her damp hair. You take Laurana's upraised arms, you run your hands along the elfess's slender limbs, so warm and slick, her flesh as smooth as lambskin. You nuzzle the back of Laurana's head, her hair soft and fragrant, shimmering gold in the lamplight. You slide your hands from Laurana's raised arms to her breasts, you cup and squeeze them, the elfess moans softly, dropping her eyes to watch your callused hands grope her soft tits. Kneading Laurana's left breast with one hand, you run your other palm down the naked elfess's lithe body, stroking her firm belly, combing your fingers through her small bush of gold pubic hair, spreading open the petals of her cunt with your thick fingers.

Your cock presses between Laurana's welt-adorned buttocks while you thrust a finger into the elf queen's pussy, digging it into her tender sex. Laurana whimpers and bites her quivering lower lip, she averts her tear-filled eyes as you shove deeper into her moist cunt, two fingers ramming up into her yielding hole. Your nude body presses into Laurana's, you suck on her pointed right ear, massaging her left breast, exploring her clenching pussy with eager fingers. Laurana's head falls back onto your left shoulder, she moans against your cheek, her breath warm, her parted lips gleaming in the lamplight as she looks at you through half-closed eyes, her hips starting to buck gently upon your wrist nestled between her bare thighs. You pull your fingers from Laurana's cunt, the digits are soaked in the elfess's vaginal juices, honey drips thickly from them. You bring the drenched fingers to Laurana's panting lips.

"Lick them."

Laurana opens her mouth, she licks your fingers, cleaning the honey from them. When she's done, you kiss the elfess hard, she moans between your lips, her mouth is wet and soft, molding to yours as you devour her. You let go of Laurana's mouth reluctantly, you kiss her throat, then her creamy right shoulder.

You wrap your arms around Laurana's hanging thighs, you yank her legs apart, then thrust forward with your crotch, driving your erection up into the elf queen's belly. Laurana groans sharply and arches her back. You slam into the elfess's bruised buttocks repeatedly, she bounces on your jutting lap, gasping every time you spear between her dangling legs. You let go of Laurana's slippery thighs and hug her thin waist. Laurana's legs sway between your outspread thighs, she rides your crotch, firm buttocks grinding against your swollen cock, pussy sucking in every inch of your member. Hugging Laurana to you, your hands move over her naked, bouncing body, stroking her stomach, her rolling breasts. You hump the elf queen's ass faster and faster, you hug the naked elfess tight, she throws back her head and moans when your cum gushes free, exploding from her pussy, soaking her hanging legs and the deck of the swaying ship.

***

You dip a cloth into a bucket of water and wash the last traces of sweat from Laurana's naked body. She watches you silently, sitting on the rolling deck with her hands bound before her. Dropping the cloth into the bucket, you meet the elf queen's bright gaze, you comb your hand through her golden hair.

"What will you do with me now?"

"We sail for Sanction, then we go to Neraka."

"Your superiors will kill me, will you let them do that?" whispered Laurana, piercing you with her lovely eyes.

"I..I don't know," you admit, dropping your palms to the elfess's sleek thighs, stroking them idly.

Laurana bends forward, presses her forehead to yours. "I'll do whatever you want, I'll let you have me any way you want."

You smile, and stare deeply into Laurana's warm eyes.

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