Melinaraami's Tales: Melinaraami's Prisoner by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/ To send feedback, visit the website above. Apr 14, 2010 ====== 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 ====== 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. * * * 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. ======