In a sunset-drenched garden, Daniel and Aurora surrender to a passion that's boundless. But when Boris enters the scene, the elf must serve him with equal devotion, while Daniel watches and yearns for more. How far will they go to satisfy their dark fantasies?
The garden still retained the scent of damp earth after the rain, although the afternoon sun was already filtering through the leaves, gilding the petals of the roses that lined the stone path. Daniel, his fingers still damp from his previous contact with Aurora, approached her as the elf remained kneeling on the blanket spread on the grass, her breathing ragged and her lips swollen from the voracious kisses they had shared. The midnight-blue silk dress that hugged her body clung to her curves like a second skin, but the silver clasps that secured it from neck to waist would not hold much longer for him.
"Take it off," Daniel ordered, his voice harsh but filled with a tenderness that only she could draw from him.
Aurora looked up, her red eyes shining with a mixture of submission and anticipation. Slowly, but without hesitation, her nimble fingers began to undo the clasps one by one, the metallic sound of each one separating echoing in the silence of the garden. The dress opened like the pages of a forbidden book, revealing the pale skin of her torso, the valley between her colossal breasts that rose with majestic weight, defying gravity. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, tangling around the curve of her hips, as if not even the dress wanted to leave her completely.
Daniel didn't wait for her to finish removing him. In one swift motion, he yanked the corset that still held those fleshy globes in place, releasing them into the open air. Aurora's breasts swayed slightly, her nipples hard as gemstones, erect from the evening chill and arousal. The elf gasped as he circled one with his fingers, squeezing just enough to make her moan.
"So perfect," he murmured, more to himself than to her, as his other hand traveled down her flat stomach to find the edge of her black lace panties.
There was no resistance as he slid his finger beneath the fabric, feeling the moist heat already emanating from between her legs. Aurora arched her back, instinctively pushing her sex against his hand, but Daniel stopped her with a grunt.
"Not yet, my queen," he whispered, the syllables trailing like a promise. "First, I want to see you."
With a sharp tug, he ripped off her panties, revealing the silver hair that crowned her sex, already glistening with arousal. But what truly took his breath away was the round, firm ass that presented itself to his view when Aurora obediently turned around and placed her hands on the floor, arching her back like a cat in heat. The sunset light caressed the skin of her rear, highlighting the perfection of those curves that seemed carved for sin.
Daniel couldn't resist. He knelt behind her, his large hands cupping each buttock, kneading them with a mixture of reverence and lust. When his fingers slid between her folds, Aurora gasped, her thighs trembling.
"Please…" she begged, her voice cracking with desire.
"Don't beg me," he replied, aligning the head of his cock, already hard as steel, against her entrance. "Take me."
And she did. With a long, throaty moan, Aurora pushed back, swallowing his length inch by inch until her hips slammed into his. The garden seemed to hold its breath as Daniel began to move inside her, each thrust slow and deep, as if he wanted to savor every second. Aurora's breasts swayed with every movement, her nipples brushing the ground, and each time he sank into her, a wet, obscene sound mingled with her gasps.
"Harder," she demanded, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder, her eyes bloodshot with lust. "Break me, master."
Daniel growled, gripping her hips so tightly she knew it would leave marks. And then, he took her as she demanded: with fury, with possession, with the desire to erase any trace of doubt between them. Every slam of his hips against her ass echoed in the air, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, of his cock sliding in and out of her soaking pussy, which clenched around him like a thirsty fist.
When he felt Aurora tense, her inner walls beginning to contract around his member, Daniel roughly flipped her over, tossing her onto the blanket. Before she could recover, he was on top of her, his lips sealing hers in a kiss that tasted of possession, of dark promises. His hands found her breasts, squeezing them as he continued to thrust into her, now with short, quick strokes that brought her to the edge.
"Daniel!" she screamed, her nails digging into his shoulders as her orgasm ripped through her like lightning, her pussy throbbing around his cock, pulling him with her into ecstasy.
He collapsed onto her body, his hot semen filling her as his lips sought hers, swallowing her moans. For a moment, there was no garden, no uncertain future, no doubts. Just them, and the echo of their intertwined breaths.
But reality always returned.
When Daniel pulled away from her, his gaze fell on the wrinkled dress and torn panties scattered on the lawn. With a sigh, he picked up the maid outfit he'd left laid out on a nearby chair: the short black skirt that would barely cover her thighs, the white corset that would lift her breasts like a tender, and the apron that completed the ensemble. Aurora watched him silently as he dressed her, her fingers trembling as she fastened the corset, adjusting every detail until it was perfect.
"Boris, my friend, is waiting for you," he said, his voice regaining that cold, authoritarian tone that excited her so much. "Go serve him."
The elf nodded, but before leaving, her lips brushed his in a soft kiss, almost chaste compared to what they had just shared.
"As you wish, my master," she whispered, before walking away with the grace of a disgraced goddess, her hips swaying hypnotically beneath the tight fabric.
Boris's library smelled of old parchment and melted wax. The man, huge and sweaty, sat behind his oak desk, his quill clumsily scratching the paper as he tried to concentrate on a transmutation spell that eluded him. But when Aurora entered, carrying the silver tray holding a glass of red wine, his eyes immediately shifted to her.
"I don't need that now," he murmured, though his gaze was fixed on the elf's cleavage, where her breasts threatened to spill out of the corset.
Aurora smiled, placing the tray on the table in one fluid motion. Without a word, she approached him, her nimble fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt as she knelt between his legs. The scent of sweat and a mature man filled her senses, arousing her in a way that no longer surprised her.
"Let me help you, Master," she purred, releasing his thick, veiny cock, which was already beginning to harden under her attention.
Boris grunted as she circled his base with her breasts, squeezing them around his member while her tongue drew circles around the swollen head. The contrast between the softness of his skin and the roughness of his facial hair against her breasts was delicious, and Aurora couldn't help but moan as he thrust upward, sinking into that fleshy valley.
"That's it… like that," Boris panted, his hands tangling in her silver hair as she began to move, rubbing her tits against him in a slow, torturous rhythm. "You're such a good whore…"
"Just for you," she replied, pulling away just enough to lick the tip of his cock before swallowing it deep into her throat, her lips sealing around the base while her breasts continued to massage the rest of his length.
Boris cursed, his hips bucking from the seat as Aurora worked him with a dedication that bordered on the religious. Every time her throat contracted around his glans, he groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair. But when he tried to push down on her, she resisted, smiling around his cock.
"Not so fast, Master," she whispered, releasing him with a wet pop. "Enjoy the ride."
And so he did. For what seemed like an eternity, Aurora tortured him with her breasts, her mouth, her hands, until Boris, with a roar, grabbed her by the hips and lifted her as if she weighed no more than a feather. He sat her on the desk, pushing her skirt up to her waist, and before she could protest, he was sinking into her.
"Gods, you're tight!" he growled, his hands cupping her breasts as he began pumping into her with short, deep thrusts.
Aurora clutched the edges of the table, her moans muffled by the sound of the wood creaking under her weight. But when Boris tried to turn her around, reaching for her bottom, she stopped him with a gesture.
"No… you won't fit," she gasped, remembering the times Daniel had tried the same thing, only to be met with the resistance of a body designed for pleasure, but not total submission. "Take what you can have."
And he did. With a grunt of frustration that soon turned to pleasure, Boris entered her with renewed vigor, his balls slapping against her ass each time he sank into her. Aurora arched her back, offering her breasts to him, which he nibbled hungrily, leaving red marks she knew Daniel would enjoy later.
As Boris climaxed, his hot cum filling her in thick waves, Aurora held him close, whispering praises in his ear as he collapsed against her, panting.
"You're… incredible," he managed to say, his voice hoarse with effort.
She smiled, caressing his sweaty face.
"I just do what I'm told," she replied, before helping him get dressed again, her movements efficient but charged with an intimacy she only shared with those Daniel chose.
The bathwater was warm, scented with lavender oils that mingled with the sweat and semen still coating her skin. Daniel waited for her there, sitting on the edge of the marble tub, his dark eyes following Aurora's every movement as she undressed in front of him. There were no words as he took her in his arms, gently lowering her into the water, as if she were made of porcelain.
But when his fingers began to wash her, sliding between her still-sensitive folds, Aurora moaned, her body responding instantly to his touch. Daniel needed no further invitation. In one fluid motion, he lifted her, sitting her on his lap as his cock, now hard again, effortlessly found her entrance.
This time, there was no rush. Each movement was slow, almost reverent, as if he wanted to memorize the way her body accepted him, embraced him. His lips found hers in a deep kiss, their tongues intertwining as the water lapped around them.
"You were perfect today," Daniel whispered against her lips, his hands cupping her ass as he entered her with circular movements that made her see stars. "Seeing you with him... seeing how you enjoyed it..." His voice broke for a second. "It drives me crazy."
Aurora clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as another orgasm began to build inside her.
"I'll always be yours," she panted, her hips moving in time with his. "Even if you share me... even if you give me to others... only you have my heart."
Daniel kissed her with a ferocity that left her breathless, his thrusts becoming more urgent, deeper, until they both fell over the edge, their bodies shaking with the intensity of their orgasms.
When the water finally cooled, Daniel wrapped her in a towel, drying every drop of water from her skin as if it were a sacred ritual. But when their eyes met in the mirror, there was something about his gaze that made her catch her breath.
"I want you to keep doing this," she said, her fingers tracing the outline of his chest. "To fuck other men... to let them use you, mark you... and then come back to me, to tell me every detail."
Aurora felt her body respond to his words, a new heat igniting between her legs.
"What if... what if I fall in love with someone else?" he asked, even though he knew it was impossible. Only he had the power to destroy and rebuild them at will.
Daniel smiled, a dark, possessive gesture.
"Then I'll kill you all," he replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "But you won't. Because you're mine."
She nodded, her heart beating wildly against her chest. When their lips met again, the kiss was a promise, an oath sealed with the saliva and desire that still bound them.
But when they parted, something remained in the air: the certainty that this wasn't over. That there were more men, more missions, more dark pleasures to explore.
And Aurora, with a smile on her lips and the fire of submission burning in her veins, was ready for them all.