Under the rain, Daniel claims Aurora with a brutal passion, marking her body and soul as his own. How far will his obsession go?
Aurora's body was still trembling from the remnants of pleasure when Daniel lifted her into his arms as if she weighed no more than a feather. The elf's skin glistened with a fine layer of sweat and semen, the pink bruises on her breasts—marked by her master's possessive fingers—contrasted with the pale white of her epidermis. Without a word, he laid her down carefully on the bed, as if afraid of breaking her, though they both knew Aurora wasn't fragile. She was his plaything, his obsession, and he was far from finished with her.
He knelt between her legs, parting them with a slow but firm movement, exposing her round, perfect ass, already beginning to redden from the previous spanking. Aurora moaned, arching her back as she felt Daniel's hot breath brush against the crack of her ass. There was no warning. His tongue sank between her buttocks, wet and eager, tracing circles around her tight anus before plunging in with a lascivious motion. Aurora gasped, her fingers clutching the sheets as a shiver ran from the back of her neck to her toes. "D-Daniel...!" Her voice was a broken moan, half protest, half plea. He didn't respond. He just continued, licking and sucking with an obscene devotion, as if that virgin hole were the most exquisite delicacy he'd ever tasted.
His hands didn't remain idle. As his mouth worked Aurora's asshole, his fingers curled around her thighs, squeezing the flesh hard enough to leave marks. The elf writhed, her breathing ragged, her legs trembling. "By the gods... I can't...!" But she could. And Daniel knew it. Every strangled moan, every failed attempt to close her legs only aroused him more. He could smell how wet she was, how her pussy dripped onto his thighs, begging for attention. But no. Not yet. First, he would prepare her. He would open her. He would make her his in every way possible.
With one last lingering lick that made Aurora cry out, Daniel straightened. His eyes, dark and filled with an almost animal lust, bored into hers. "Let's go outside," he ordered, his voice a husky growl. It wasn't a request. Aurora nodded without hesitation, even though the night chill snuck in through the half-open window. He took her hand and led her to the backyard, where the rain fell in silvery sheets, soaking the earth and creating a sweet scent of wet grass. The air was cool, but Aurora's body burned. Daniel didn't stop. In one swift movement, he turned her around and pushed her against the rough trunk of an ancient oak, her chest pressed against the bark as he stood behind her.
Naked, with his hard, throbbing member rubbing against her buttocks, Daniel wasted no time. He spat into his hand and smeared his saliva around Aurora's anus, preparing her with fingers that sank in mercilessly. "Relax, little whore," he whispered against her ear, his hot breath contrasting with the cold rain running down her back. "Your master is going to fuck this virgin little ass, and you're going to take it like the good little bitch you are." Aurora moaned, her body tensing for a second before she gave in, her muscles relaxing beneath his expert touch. When Daniel's glans pressed against her, Aurora sucked in a breath.
The pain was sharp, a sting that spread like fire through her loins as he thrust, breaking her body's resistance. "Ah—! D-Daniel, it hurts…!" Her nails dug into the tree bark, her legs trembled, but he didn't stop. With a grunt, he sank down to the hilt, filling her completely, stretching her in ways that made her see stars. "I know, my love," he panted, his voice a harsh whisper as he began to move, pulling in and out with controlled but relentless thrusts. "But you're going to learn to love it. Because this ass is mine, Aurora. Like everything else." Rain lashed their bodies, mixing with the tears escaping the elf's eyes, not out of sadness, but from the overwhelming intensity of pleasure and pain intertwined.
Every thrust was a declaration. Every moan from Aurora, a submission. Daniel gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he entered her with a ferocity that left her breathless. "Aurora!" Her name was a cry on his lips, a prayer and a command all at the same time. "You are your master's only love, you must behave!" The words were a lash across her mind, a reminder of her place, her purpose. And she loved him. She loved him even when the pain tore at her, even when she felt herself drowning in sensation. "Yes...! I am yours, master...! Only yours...!"
But Daniel wanted more. He always wanted more. In a swift motion, he released one of her hips and reached for the whip he'd left hanging on a low branch, a toy he'd brought ahead of time. The black leather gleamed in the moonlight before he brought the first blow down on Aurora's bottom. SPLAT! The sound cut through the air, followed by a high-pitched scream from the elf. A red line bloomed on her skin, marking her, claiming her. "Ah—! M-more…!" Aurora begged for it between sobs, her body arching into the whip as if it were just another lover. Daniel obliged, lashing her again and again, each blow calculated to hurt, to arouse, to remind her who was in charge.
When Aurora's buttocks were red and hot, Daniel dropped the whip and twisted her roughly, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. Their lips collided in a brutal kiss, their tongues tangling as he carried her back to the bed, their bodies still dripping with rainwater. He lowered her onto the mattress carefully, though his hands didn't lose their roughness as he parted her legs again. This time, his attention was drawn to her breasts. Those glorious mountains of elven flesh, heavy and perfect, with nipples hard as rocks. Daniel took them between his fingers, pinching with a pressure that made Aurora arch with a cry. "D-Daniel, please...!" But he had no mercy. He twisted, he squeezed, he scored the skin until the nipples were swollen and red, sore to the touch.
Only then, when Aurora was panting, on the verge of another orgasm, did Daniel lean in and spat onto her breasts. With slow, deliberate strokes, he began rubbing his cum over them, smearing the thick liquid over the reddened skin, marking her as his property. "Look how beautiful you look, my future wife," he growled, his eyes shining with a sick possessiveness. "All of you bear my stamp. Your ass, your tits, your pussy… even your soul." Aurora looked up at him with watery, but smiling eyes, her trembling hand reaching for his face. "I love you…" she whispered, before crawling towards him and taking his member between her lips, licking the tip with a devotion that made him groan.
Daniel couldn't resist. He let her worship him, her hot tongue trace circles around his glans, her lips close around him with a suction that brought him to the edge. But when he was close to coming, he stopped her, dragging her up for another hungry kiss. "Let's be married," he panted against her lips, his words an urgent whisper. "Make me your husband, Aurora. Let me bind you to me forever." She moaned, her nails scraping his back as she nodded desperately. "Yes... Yes, master! I want to be yours forever!"
But then, as if the universe itself wanted to remind her that nothing was certain, a gust of wind snuffed out the candles still burning in the room. Darkness enveloped them, broken only by the occasional flash of lightning outside. Daniel didn't move. He hovered over her, his body heavy and possessive, one hand squeezing Aurora's bruised bottom as if he feared she might disappear. "Mine," he murmured, more to himself than to her. But in the silence that followed, even Aurora could feel it: the doubt. That shadow that crawled between them, asking, "How long?"
The rain continued to fall. Their bodies remained intertwined. But the future, as always, remained uncertain.