Firn was given no time to recover from the earth shattering pleasure that had rocked her body. She was still spasming when the stranger on top of her thrust himself inside of her, spreading her wider than her husband ever had. Her screams echoed around the room as she arched her back, trying to pull away, trying to put distance between them and having no luck. Immediately she knew this man was not an elf, his cock was simply too large. Pain and pleasure mingled as he filled her. Between his hands on her breasts and his cock buried inside of her all of her senses were overwhelmed. Her captors' thrusts were fast but deep, filling every inch of her each time he pushed forwards. Because he was so large his thick cock dragged along her insides, pressing against that sacred spot inside of her that made her feel pleasure that would bring her to her knees. Her screams had stopped, turning into traitorous moans that spilled from her throat as she was fucked.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for pleasure to begin to build once more. Her husband, her beloved Deldrach, she couldn't even think of him. He was further from her mind than he had ever been while this human was pumping between her legs. The elf writhed against the soft sheets, fighting a losing battle against her blossoming climax. "Gods... Please," She gasped, unsure what she was asking for. Did she want this onslaught to continue knowing that it was against her will but would bring immense amounts of pleasure? Did she want him to stop and leave her alone, dangling on the precipice of bliss? Firn didn't know. Didn't care. It wasn't up to her, anyways.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but scream again as pleasure washed over her, radiating through every inch of her body and nearly causing her to faint. The elf could feel herself gushing around his cock, flooding them both with her climax as she shook with a pleasure she had never felt before. Her back arched again, breasts jutting out and quivering from the way her body trembled. It almost felt like she couldn't breathe for a moment, so overwhelmed was her system. The onslaught between her legs never stopped, dragging out her orgasm to an uncomfortable degree. It was just too much pleasure and Firn was now so incredibly sensitive. Every touch from this stranger felt like it was setting her on fire, something that was delicious and excruciating at the same time. No amount of squirming or struggling would save her, she was restrained and pinned beneath this cruel being who was impaling her. It hadn't even occurred to her that she had spoken in his language, revealing much more than she had wanted him to know so incredibly quickly.<br/><br/>The elf had failed in every respect. She had let out the secret that she could understand and speak to whoever had bought her, and she had let pleasure overwhelm her system with barely a fight. Sure, she was handcuffed with her arms behind her and there wasn't much she could have done, but that didn't make Firn feel any better. She was still so sensitive and he was still filling her, over and over. "Stop, please!" She gasped, tears trickling down her cheeks from under the blindfold. She continued squirming but was unable to escape.