<strong>"Stop?"</strong>There was a chuckle from Marcellus at her desperate gasp, her need for him to stop. He knew now that she could speak their language, she'd given it away in her desperation, but he wouldn't push the advantage on that just yet. There was far more fun to be had in railing the elf's tight cunt. Besides, with the camera recording her, it would break the flow of her ravishment. The video, and the audio, being recorded would play a crucial part in her future training. She might not know it yet but every sound she'd let out, every contort of her face from the pleasure, was going to come back to bite her. But for now, Marcellus would continue to feel that absolutely divine cunt of hers, enjoying the way her wet cunt continued to writhe and shift back and forth as he ground himself into that quivering little hole. It didn't help her, at all, that she was so sensitive from her orgasm.<br/><br/>But that was hardly the elf's fault, no, could Firn really be responsible for the human's cock being so large and thick that it had forced her to cum? Or that his fat dick was pushing her towards another orgasm? Not to mention, all the squirming and struggling she did to save herself, only made it worse. Each time her body rolled, back and forth, that perfect hips of hers shifted back and forth and caused his thick cock to slide roughly across her walls. Specific movements, if she wasn't careful, would let her feel his dick sliding across her g-spot and hitting her core.<br/><br/>The man on top of her, fucking her so deep and thoroughly, was completely different from the man she was used to. This wasn't a lithe elf. This was a broad, large, and firm man whose body was pushed up against her. Even as Marcellus leaned forward so that their bodies were crushed tight together, she'd be forced to notice all the differences. Marcellus' body wasn't as soft or light as her husband's. It was rough. Her heavy and soft breasts, as they rubbed against Marcellus' firm chest, were caressing against his chest. Her stiffened buds seemed to constantly rub along his stiff chest, caressed his chest, as both hands kept her pinned beneath him.<br/><br/><strong>"You sure you want me to stop?"</strong>Marcellus taunted as his body pulled back from hers, moving back into a kneeling position between her legs, while her curvy body was still splayed out on the silk sheets. Much like she'd requested, and soon to be to her detriment, Marcellus had<em>stopped</em>. He'd stopped thrusting, that is. His fat cock was still buried in her cunt, forcing her shameless and traitorous cunt to mold to the size of his cock, but his hips were completely still. In the position he'd stopped, perhaps on purpose, she'd feel the head of his cock against her core while his fat cock was pushed right up against her g-spot. Every little shift of her body or his, would cause his cock to push and flick across her g-spot. While his hips didn't move, and his cock remained still inside her, Marcellus' big hands were still roaming over her body.<br/><br/>Both her legs were spread apart so there was no reason for his hands to keep them apart. Instead, both his big hands shifted back and forth across those ample mounds of hers. In the position she was in, speared by his cock, her hips were digging into the mattress along with her shoulders. Those full tits of hers jutted out in his direction, whether she realized it or not, as Marcellus took the time to<em>admire</em>her pleasure-ridden features. But the longer his cock remained stiff inside her, the more she might realize what he was doing. He was making sure her pussy was ruined, to only accept his girth and size as she was stretched to him, while his hands forced her body to experience real pleasure. The hand on her right breast was teasing her stiffened bud. His thumb coaxed over the tip of her bud, repeatedly flicking across it before his fingers would just gently pinch at her buds and give them a faint tug. The other hand was rougher, clearly trying to mix her pleasure with pain as her full breasts were stimulated. His hand would occasionally reach back to smack firmly over her left tit. The side of her mound, with a shade of red to the side, was followed by his fingers roughly massaging the spot he slapped. It repeated, over and over. Firm smacks to her tits that were followed by rough caressing, man-handling, and squeezing as Marcellus truly 'appreciated' her heavy tits in a way she'd probably never experienced before falling into the human's clutches.<br/><br/>The poor elf was being taught that there was more to sex than just child-bearing.. though with how fat his cock was inside her, being bred by the human ravaging her might also be a concern for her. If she could even think with all the pleasure forced on her.