The strength of the slap sent her spinning around, her feet stumbling and her body collapsing onto the bed face first. Her hands went out to break her fall, shocks of pain spreading through her branded shoulder with a grunt of pain. Her hands collapsed beneath her weight the second it tried to stop her face from smacking into the bed. Her body began to turn over onto her back before she felt him behind her. His arm snaked around her waist, easily engulfing her midsection and forcing her hips upward. Using her arm to hold her weight made her shoulder ache, pin pricks of blood seeping into the white bandage as her wound began to bleed once more.<br/><br/>The elf grunted, body jolting forward, as he slapped her ass. Cocksleeve. Did he not realize who she was? Did he even care? He had cared to want someone important but what was the purpose of that? A common elf could have easily satisfied him as she could and perhaps a little more willing. Her fingers gripped at the furs, curling them into the soft material. Faryn heard the spit but didn’t look back, not wanting to play witness to what he was doing. It was one thing feeling it but she didn’t want the next event to engrave on her mind. The girl winced as his damp fingers found her folds, rubbing around like a fumbling idiot. Was he good at sex or just didn’t care? Had he ever tried to please a woman before? In her mind she took to insulting him, helping her cope with the fact her body was his play thing. She could belittle the situation, compartmentalize.<br/><br/>A shudder ran through her body as he inserted his finger, feeling his finger apply pressure on various points of her inner walls. It didn’t take long for her body react instinctively to the intrusion. Self-applying lubricate began to coat around his fingers, readying herself for the main event. It wasn’t that it was pleasurable, she felt more like some animal going through a medical exam than anything sexual. When he withdrew his hand she lowered her head, her braid falling over her shoulder. The girl closed her eyes, hearing another spit come from his mouth. Her hips were dragged backward, forcing her to readjust her positon with her hands and knees. Her body rocked slightly, her feet pressing against his thighs. A slow breath was released as she felt the head of his cock nosing around her lower region, as if he had trouble finding the correct hole. She wondered if he had the issue frequently or only when he drank.<br/><br/>Then it entered her. She let out a gasp, head jolting upright as her folds stretched around him, feeling the pressure of his shaft push into her, her own hips being driven back onto him. It was quickly evident by the lack of blood and pain that she was not a virgin. Her head hung again, eyes closing as her walls pulsed around him, getting used to being invaded by his cock. Her fingers clung to the furs, her lips parting as she silently prayed to the gods for quick release of his touch.<br/><br/>His hips began to pull back again, her body shuddering at the motion before he impaled her once more, the sound of his thighs slapping against her ass filling the cave. Faryn’s body jerked forward with each movement, his pace one solely meant to satisfy himself, thinking only of his pleasure. Her eyes stayed closed as he used her like the cocksleeve he had called her. Her pussy became sleek with her juices, the wetness leaking over onto his groin and balls as he thrusted deep within her, fully exploring what her body had to offer. Her hands gripped the furs for balance as he rammed into her each time. Sweat beaded down her spine and around her hairline, her brad bouncing against her shoulder as her breasts did on her chest. The wound on her shoulder bled through the tensed arm muscles she couldn’t relax, the white bandage staining a dark red. Faryn didn’t cry, she refused to give him the satisfaction of appearing weak, of showing she was distraught and vulnerable. The workings of her body were much like a human female if not a tad tighter, excitable when stimulated and responding in much of the same way. The real difference in bedding an elf laid in her stamina. It was hard to sexually exhaust an elf, only one of her kind usually played the part of a successful lover. So Faryn allowed him to rape her, using her as he saw fit. She wouldn’t fit, knowing she had agreed to it. She wouldn’t leave her people to rot in the hands of this man and if her punishment was enough to save one elven woman from this treatment, she would continue to succumb.