Every inch of this man was rough and course. So different from her beloved husband; from her limited interaction she couldn't find any similarities. Even just his cock was so much bigger, every thrust of his hips ruined her for her husband. He was so large that she was surprised he could fit into her tight cunt, and he stretcher her to her limit. His girth pressed firmly against her walls, dragging along her g-spot and making her shudder each time that sensitive part of her was caressed. It was enough to clear her mind entirely, only able to focus on the intense pleasure radiating from where they were joined.<br/><br/>It hadn't even occurred to her that so quickly Firn had let her secret slip. In begging him for mercy she had told him that she understood his language and was able to speak it as well. In that moment it didn't matter to her. Her captor obeyed her wishes much to her dismay. His hips stopped entirely, not moving an inch. He was still buried so deeply inside of her. It was worse than when he was moving, she could feel herself conforming around him. The elf whimpered, squirming and then gasping at the pleasure as she moved and dragged him along her insides. While his lower half remained still, his hands caressed her large globes.<br/><br/>One hand was rough with her and the other was tender. On one side he gently rolled her swollen nipple between his fingers, flicking past it and making her groan with the pleasure that came from such a simple action. His other hand smacked her aching breast a few times before roughly caressing it. Pleasure mixed with pain and was just as overwhelming as the way his cock was lodged in her dripping pussy. It felt like her nerves were on fire with the mixed sensations that coursed through her, causing tears to continue to leak down her cheeks under the blind fold. With her hands still tied behind her back she was unable to make any effort to fight him off.<br/><br/>"Wait, no," She gasped, wanting him to start moving again. At some point she would feel shame for her actions, but for now all she could do was live in the moment. Her senses were so flooded with pleasure that there wasn't room for anything else in her head. Firn twisted back and forth, starting to rock her hips in an effort to get him to start moving again as well. It was the most wanton she had ever been, forcing a man's cock to move in and out of her sex. It wasn't enough to compare to the good pounding that he had been giving her just a few moments prior, but it was enough to stimulate her so that her toes started curling and she moaned, the long line of her throat bobbing as sound slipped through her lips. It wasn't what she wanted, she had tried to fight, but now that it was happening to her the elf was rapidly losing herself to the sensations filling her. She sobbed in desperation, her body trembling at the mercy of the man who now owned her.<br/><br/>"Gods... It's... It's too much," Firn whimpered, so excruciatingly sensitive that the thought of climaxing again was enough to fill her with dread. She genuinely wasn't sure how much more she could take, what the limits of her elven body were. Never in her life had she felt so much pleasure. She had begged him to start moving again, but she knew deep down as soon as he started thrusting once more she would explode in another orgasm. The elf almost felt like she was going to pass out, like there wasn't enough air to feed her tortured body as the man above her explored her depths.