Melinaraami's Tales: Melinaraami's Prisoner
by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/
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Apr 14, 2010

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This story contains descriptions of an adult nature.  If you are a minor or
person offended by such materials, you should not read further.  This story
does not necessarily reflect any people or practices in the real world, and
should not be taken as reality.

Codes: MF bd piv anal oral a2m rough furry knot magic

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Garn's amber eyes raised slowly to look at his captor as the doorway of the
dungeon chamber where he was shackled opened with a slow creak.  Candlelight
shone off of his grizzled features, his hair reaching his shoulders in wild,
unkempt locks, his face not quite bearded, but too long unshaven to merely
have stubble, the dark hair shot through with strands of grey.  His skin was
bare, scarred here and there, with powerful muscles beneath despite his
captivity.  Ceasing his pacing, he moved to the end of the chains that held
his arms and legs, amber eyes intent on the slender female form that
descended the steps from the door into his chamber.

She was none other than Melinaraami, the elven witch, moving with the grace
of her kind, but adorned not in the woodland garments or the silvery-shining
regalia commonly associated with the elves of the surface, rather something
closer to the style of the underworld or the human cults.  A black silk robe
flowed around her, adorned with ominous marks of gold and crimson down the
front and around the edges, the shoulders guarded with pauldrons that bore
spider-leg spikes for decoration.  As she slid closer, Garn's feral eyes
took in her face, smooth and pale, contrasted with full lips like
blackberries, gleaming with an ebony sheen.  Over pale blue eyes, her eyelids
glittered with tones of shining pinks and and violets, catching the flickers
of the candles' flames.  As she came to a stop a few feet away from him, she
leaned forwards slightly, and a few tendrils of her straight hair, shining
crimson over a base of ebony, spilled forwards over the gentle curve of her
bust.

Garn had recognized a witch as soon as he'd seen her, and indeed,
Melinaraami was notorious as one of the few surface elves who had gone
renegade and taken to the black paths of magic.  In his captivity to her,
Garn had seen only a little of what her powers were, but it was enough for
him to understand why the rumors of her painted an image both dark with fear
and glittering with the temptation of allure.  Despite her power and the ill
rumors, though, she was rather diminutive, the top of her head only reaching
Garn's chin when they both stood upright.

Melinaraami stepped closer, though not quite within his reach, and Garn felt
the stir of desire flow through his naked body as he pulled forward on the
cursed shackles that held him.  Enchanted iron with cores of silver in each
piece, he could not break his chains, no matter the rage he put into pulling
them.  He'd long given up trying to break free when he wasn't being watched,
but that didn't stop him from drawing as close to the elven witch as the
bonds allowed when she was near.  He resented his captivity, to be sure, but
though he felt anger towards her, he couldn't quite hate her...  not with
the sort of enjoyment she brought him.

"Mmmmm..." came Melinaraami's soft, sensual voice, her ebon lips shimmering
in the candlelight as they formed words.  "And how is my beast tonight?"

"Free me." snarled Garn, his teeth showing.

"No." replied the elf with a slight curl of her sensual lip.  "But I see you
are not over your persistence." She gave a small musical laugh, licking her
lips a bit, her painted face shimmering like a vision from an apprentice's
wet dream; her long, elegantly pointed ears cocked saucily, golden
chandelier earrings twinkling at their lobes.

"Tell me of my pack, then!" he growled, pulling at his chains, the look of a
madman gleaming in his eyes.

"They have a new leader and fare well in your absence; none speak hopes of
your return any more."

Garn frothed at the mouth, his amber eyes narrowed, thick, corded muscles
straining at his bonds in frustration.  "FREE ME!"

"Shhhhh..." coaxed the witch, smirking slightly, "Would you really rather
have one of your pack bitches than I, the inimitable Melinaraami?"

"I only desire freedom." growled Garn sullenly, still watching the elf,
unashamed of his naked form.

"You also desire me." Melinaraami cooed, moving sensually within her
robes, hints of the lithe elven form beneath showing and disappearing with
her movements, and then, slowly, sensually, she began to unbind her robes,
letting them fall from her elven form, her pale skin smooth and unmarked as
it was revealed.  A long, silken loincloth lay underneath, matching her
robes, the flowing strip teasing more than covering, and her breasts were
bare, her pinkish nipples hardening in the cool air of the dungeon.  "You
also desire me." she cooed again, her eyes glowing blue as they gazed
into Garn's amber ones, and he could not deny her accusation.

Pushing her hair back, Melinaraami let it cascade in shimmers of crimson and
ebon, turning away from her captive so that he could watch it flow down over
her pale skin, red, white, black.  Her ears flicked, setting her earrings to
shimmering once more, and she slowly turned around, cupping her moderately
sized breasts, showing them to her captive, almost seeming to offer them.

Garn began to pant heavily, his scarred, grey-haired chest rising and
falling with his breaths.  His eyes followed the elf's dexterous fingers as
she slowly massaged her bared breasts, running her fingertips along her
nipples.  Nimble elven hands played over perfect elven skin, trailing lower,
displaying her body to him, the exotic silk loincloth fluttering away as she
plucked it off to reveal her smooth, hairless pussy.  Her body tilted back
slightly to give him a better look at its delicate pink lips, one slender
finger trailing along its outline, caressing herself there.

"Look at me, my beast... am I not beautiful?"

Garn didn't speak, but his cock spoke for him, standing tall and rigid, its
veins bulging as he kept his eyes fixed upon her, his chest rising and
falling with growing agitation.  He could smell her, not just the smell of a
nubile elf, but the scent of the magic that she wove as she danced.  As an
elf, she had the natural gift of charm, but this was augmented in
Melinaraami's case by the seductive techniques of her witchcraft, whispered
spells flowing from her lips as she spun and gyrated in what seemed like
slow motion, displaying every lithe curve and taut feminine muscle of her
sculpted body.  She was aphrodisiac, and Garn was transfixed, shuddering as
he panted, his teeth showing, seeming larger than before, sharper.

Melinaraami danced, glittering, and Garn found himself giving in once again
to his frenzy of lust as he watched her, changing into his more primal skin
as his body grew a full coat of grizzled silvery hair, his face elongating
with a crackling sound, becoming a long, canine muzzle, his amber eyes
gleaming with feral excitement as he tugged at his chains once more, still
unable to break them, but mad with desire to set upon the elf that danced
before him.  His steely cock transformed into wolven form as well, fully
extended from its protective furry sheath, trickling precum to catch the
candlelight as he strained towards her.

Slowly, sensually, Melinaraami lowered herself, undulating with elven grace
as she went on all fours.  Garn's mouth poured hot saliva as his amber eyes
watched her intently.  One bite of his jaws in this state would take her
head from her shoulders, but she knew Garn too well to be concerned by that. 
She was his best hope for getting his shackles uncursed, and besides, he
enjoyed her body too much in other ways than to enjoy it once only by
devouring her.  Gradually, the elven witch backed herself towards her
captive, gazing over her shoulder at him, the purse of her lips and the
gleam in her eyes sultriness incarnate.

As soon as she was within the reach of Garn's chains, the werewolf was upon
her, his hot, hairy body bearing her down as he let out a mighty snarl,
knowing that his pent-up frustrations were soon to be released. 
Melinaraami's heart raced, a shudder of hot excitement running up her spine. 
Chains or no chains, she had entered Garn's sphere of power, and she knew
that it was impossible for her to control him now.  He'd have his way with
her until he was tired, and all she could do now was go along with the ride. 
Dragging her farther into the reach of his bonds, the beast shifted above
the elven witch with a deep growl, mounting her for penetration now.

Melinaraami gasped as Garn's massive wolven cock jabbed at her a few times,
his rough hands pushing down hard on her upper back, pinning her breasts
against the floor while leaving her rump raised.  The tip of his shaft found
the entrance to her pussy and rammed in eagerly, his hot breath panting out
wildly as the frenzied beast began to mate.  The elven witch's cunt was
already slick with excitement, even as she trembled with the rush of
adrenaline, her ears twitching nervously as she watched Garn from the corner
of her eye.

Chains rattled furiously as Garn began to thrust into that exquisite elven
sheath, feeling her tight, slick flesh close around his bestial cock, his
hot breath panting eagerly as those sensations frenzied him even more with
the urge to fill the little elf with his hot seed.  Melinaraami wailed at
the assault of that massive cock as it hammered into her, pleasure,
helplessness and the ache of rough treatment coursing through her in a
confusing, delicious mingle.

Garn's claws raked her as his leathery-padded hands grabbed and gripped,
forcing her down and into the positions he desired as his mighty shaft
slammed in and out of her, bringing new stinging sensations to her body as
he fucked her viciously, all his pent-up frustrations focused into the act. 
The elf's body responded to that passion, her sopping cunt creaming with
pleasure around him as he rammed into her eagerly, her head lowered, hair
pooling around her as she wailed with the intensity of passion, her body
rocked against the stone floor by each thrust.

"Ahhhh..." moaned Melinaraami as Garn gripped the back of her neck with his
teeth firmly, holding but not even nicking.  His hot tongue laved over her
soft, pale elven skin, his thick cock continuing to pound deep into her
hairless pussy, stretching her around his mighty shaft.  His rough pounding
grew more passionate, more urgent with each thrust in rhythm, his
silver-furred thighs rubbing against her skin, her own crimson-black hair in
disarray around her as she breathed heavily.  Pleasure coursed up Garn's
spine, his shaft drinking in every sensation given by the little witch
around him, bringing him closer and closer to climax as he continued his
frenzied pounding into her tight, gooey, elven pussy.

Melinaraami gritted her teeth as the beast's massive knot swelled inside
her, a triumphant howl of ecstasy escaping Garn's throat as torrents of his
seed gushed into her wet, waiting cunt, trickling out from the sheer amount
of it as his throbbing shaft pumped her full of his hot, virile goo. 
Trembling with continued excitement, the werewolf panted hotly, holding the
elf pinned down against the stone floor, the surface grown warm from
passionate body heat.  After a short time, his knot subsided, and he once
more pulled free of her, growling with lust.

The werewolf's regenerative powers restored his seed just as quickly as they
did his flesh and blood, and in this sort of frenzy, with a mate as sultry
as Melinaraami was, he fully intended to fuck her to exhaustion.  Grabbing
her roughly, he flung the bruised elf over onto her back, mounting her again
and slamming deep into her well-fucked cunt, forcing some of his previous
load to squelch out and trickle down over her ass.  She gasped as he began
to thrust roughly once again, and his hot tongue licked at her lips
lustfully now that she faced him, the pouty flesh having a hint of the taste
of blackberries as well as their color, the resilient stain refusing to wash
away under his tongue.

Now facing him, Melinaraami gazed up with wonder, fear and lust at the feral
beast she was mated to, his raging, untamed passion never ceasing to send
thrills of mixed emotion up her spine, her heart pounding with the
adrenaline rush, elegant ears twitching nervously, setting her earrings to
shimmering in the candlelight.  Garn was already ramming her pussy fiercely,
his leathery-padded hands gripping her breasts now, each one spreading to
cover her bosom with just a bit of extra softness pressing up between his
furry fingers as he squeezed.  The elf moaned, arching her hips to him, her
own pleasure swirling up within her.

Claws nicked her breasts a little as he gripped her, his long, hot tongue
lashing at her face, forcing its way between her full blackberry lips and
into her mouth in a wet, sloppy wolven kiss as his hips bucked and pounded,
his furry stomach rubbing against hers now, tickling against her bejeweled
navel.  Flinging her legs around him, she held herself firmly to him with
them, offering her soaking pussy to him as her climax threatened to wash
over her, close to the edge.  Awakening the submissive side of the powerful
little witch, Garn continued to pound into her, needing little encouragement
even as she cried out to him, "Fuck me, Garn...  fuck me hard, show me I'm
your little witch bitch!"

She clamped even tighter to him, gripping his fur with her hands, making him
growl at her audacity although he continued to pound her with vicious
thrusts, and her climax rushed over her at last, her whole body shuddering
as she clung to the mighty werewolf, knowing he was far from finished and
that she was still in for a rough ride.  The thrusts of his shaft continued
to rub his flesh on hers so intimately, drawing out her pleasure as her
bruised body arched and shuddered beneath the muscular creature that rutted
upon her, her moan of "Garn..." met only by a deep, feral growl of
possessiveness.

As Melinaraami's climax lingered, swirling through her senses, Garn's second
release exploded forth, his cock once more knotting tight in her as he
howled, pouring even more seed deep into her cunt, coating her inner walls
with his virile mess in great spurts.  She was sore all over by now, but
still pleasured as well, shuddering beneath him, kissing his wolven mouth
with her shining ebony lips as the werewolf poured his seed into her.

When his knot subsided, Melinaraami was tiring and panting for breath, but
Garn's regeneration still provided him with more seed to release, and he
once again forced the elf roughly onto all fours, making sure her rump was
raised high as he manhandled her already scratched and bruised body.  Her
face was smeared with her glittering pink eye shadow, but her lips remained
as black and glossy as ever, all the rough treatment the werewolf gave her
seeming not to budge the tint.  Those lips gleamed as she peered over her
shoulder at him, watching his bestial form as she tried to anticipate his
actions through a haze of pleasure, pain and fatigue.

Once again, the massive wolven cock jabbed at her in search of entry.  This
time, though, his shaft aimed higher up on her rump, and Melinaraami knew
that this was the moment she'd been fearing and anticipating, gritting her
teeth in as much readiness as she could muster.  The elven witch couldn't
prevent Garn from entering her anus, nor make him go easily on her, but
she'd at least made sure to grease and prepare herself there before baiting
his lusts, knowing there was a good chance her captive might attempt to
sodomize her during his mating frenzy.  It was a wise preparation, for now
he began to force his way into her rear entrance, her elven anus exquisitely
tight and tiny despite the number of times males had pleasured themselves in
it, the little ring of muscle fitting skintight around Garn's invading
wolf-shaft.

"Owww..." breathed the elf as her anus opened to allow the massive werewolf
cock to slip through.  Mated anally, Garn and Melinaraami once more rocked
and shuddered upon the floor in the throes of hot passion, the werewolf
leading the way with his mighty thrusts as the witch lay trembling beneath
him.  She could do nothing but let the waves of his passion crash over her,
that huge shaft in her ass making her feel so vulnerable as it pistoned in
and out, the greasing she'd applied inside herself making it bearable for
her as it let his cock slide in and out against her inner walls in forbidden
sensuality despite the roughness of his motions.

She generally had no qualms about offering her asshole to a lover in a coy
and seductive manner, but the way Garn took as he wished and reamed so
roughly made her blush, every stroke of his cock's flesh inside her rectum
felt so acutely.  Her anal muscles squeezed at him reflexively a few times,
giving him additional pleasure and making her grit her teeth before she
managed to get herself under control, going rag-doll limp with relaxation
beneath him and allowing the sensations of the massive cock plugging her
tight little backdoor to wash over her.

Soon, she felt the heat inside herself once again, and shifted beneath
Garn's hot, hairy weight as best as she could to bring her hand to her
cum-soaked cunt.  Stroking herself there as her prisoner bucked and thrust
above her, she moaned, the sound mingling with the chime of his chains
rattling as he reamed her tight little elven ass.  Garn's hot saliva
trickled down the back of her neck as he panted above her, her hair spread
out around her in disarray, her free arm crossed in front of her to rest her
chin and absorb the rocking of his thrusts.  His large wet tongue once again
began licking her, and then he gripped her neck with his teeth again,
redoubling the vigor of his thrusts as he savored the exquisite pleasure of
having the elven witch's rectum gripping tight around him.

"Gentle..." Melinaraami hissed as Garn fucked her ass roughly, but she knew
it was no use to argue with him when he was frenzied like this.  Growling
with pleasure, he continued to pound into the elven witch's tight asshole,
his eyes lidded as he threw his head back, panting eagerly as his hips
pounded against her shapely buttocks, his pleasure rising, passion growing
hotter.  The elf gritted her teeth, knowing he was about to knot with her
again, in the tight sheath of her ass, and stroked herself faster, hoping to
soften the ordeal with her own pleasure.

With a mighty howl, Garn's huge knot puffed out again, this time inside
Melinaraami's tender rectum, his elven mate matching the howl with a pained
"Oooouwwww...!" She couldn't help but wince, gritting her teeth and closing
her eyes tightly for a few moments, then her tongue extended as she panted
much like the beast above her.  Garn's cock heaved and throbbed inside her
the whole while, the elf's wail only making him cum harder as he poured a
copious load of seed deep into her bowels, jet by jet splashing her intimate
inner passages.

When Garn was once more able to pull free, Melinaraami slumped to the floor
in a heap, panting for breath as her gaping anus leaked werewolf seed before
flexing and pulling into a closed pucker once more.  With barely any respite
given her, the werewolf's shackled arm reached down to pull her to her
knees, strong hands behind her head guiding her face towards his hairy loins
as he pushed his cock firmly against her glossy ebon lips.  She held them
shut tightly for a few moments, her long, slender eyebrows knitting, then
she gave in and opened her mouth to him, beginning to suckle him as lovingly
as her fatigued state would allow.

Gazing down at her with a wolven grin, Garn slowly pushed his cock deeper
into Melinaraami's mouth, threatening the back of her throat with it as she
sucked, making her gurgle as she tried not to gag, focusing on her practice
with doing so and slacking off in the caresses of her tongue.  After a
moment, Garn pushed deeper, beginning to fuck the elf's beautiful
makeup-smeared face vigorously, cutting off her breath when he thrust deep,
so that her face became flushed, and he gave her short breaks to breathe
while continuing to pleasure him with lips and tongue.  But soon enough,
after each break she got, he gripped her head firmly again and began to fuck
her throat, making her shudder, her mind focusing on keeping her teeth out
of the way lest she cause him pain and make him enraged.

After a while of that ordeal, Garn drew back and seized Melinaraami's
wrists, guiding her hands to his throbbing cock.  Knowing what he desired
and quickly obliging, she opened her mouth wide, aiming him there as her
slender, nimble elven hands began to stroke his thick, wolven shaft, giving
him the best caressing she could in her tired and hazy state.  His knot
caused her no trouble this time as her silky hands caressed over his reddish
veiny flesh, his cock swelling and heaving as he howled his pleasure once
again, great gushes of cum splattering the elven witch's lovely face as he
watched himself cum on her, streams of virile seed jetting into her mouth,
splashing her cheeks and running in rivulets down her chin to patter on her
chest, her hands messy with his cum as she kept stroking until the flow of
his climax stopped, and she settled back on her heels in a submissive kneel,
wondering how much more vigor her captive would have in him.

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Finally, Garn had tired himself out, and Melinaraami lay upon the floor at
his feet, shivering and gasping to catch her breath.  Gooey seed stung in
the scratches that his claws had left, white tinging pink with the little
beads of her own crimson life seeping through the slight breaches in her
pale skin.  She was bruised and aching, stinking with Garn's bestial cum
that had splashed all over her and leaked slowly from her holes.  Exhausted,
she slowly crawled out of the reach of the werewolf who now sat smugly in
his human form once more, his amber eyes watching her as he grinned tiredly,
his stomach rumbling for food after the energetic bout.

Slowly, the elven witch tottered to her elegant feet, not so graceful now as
she felt the soreness in her reamed, cum-filled holes.  She wondered briefly
why she kept Garn and baited him so into these frenzied sessions, but it was
silly for her to wonder, she realized.  She knew why.  The excitement, the
pure feral passion of those sessions, when she was prisoner to the desires
of her prisoner, even the pain and the feeling of having been so thoroughly
fucked afterwards--it sent thrills up her spine.  She loved it, she mused as
she slowly ascended the stairs to apply herbs and salves to her bruises and
cuts before taking food down to the beast waiting below.

Before setting Garn's generously-filled dish down on the dungeon floor, she
leaned in, kissing his mouth passionately with her dark, glossy lips, his
cock threatening to awake once again with the meeting of their mouths, but
even he reached exhaustion eventually.  Yes, she thought, leaving the
werewolf to devour his meal with gusto, she loved it so damn much.

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