Chapter 448: Play Time
Laz was in a little bit of a complicated situation. Despite Sylvia’s insistence at wanting to use some of the stuff here, Laz hadn’t exactly been exposed to these types of things before. Sure, he had seen a video or two here and there, as most young males have, but that didn’t mean he was at all knowledgeable at how these things worked or what to do with them.
’Cages, restraints, whips, paddles, wicked looking blades, rather intricate looking furniture with obvious restraints built in... how the fuck do I do this?’
Sure, there was a part of Laz that was turned on and he had done some pretty crazy things with women in the past, but none of that was nearly as complicated as what was before him now.
’What is it that grandpa Crowe always used to say about getting into a new situation and the best course of action?’ Laz pondered, not even remotely bothering to consider what it meant when the first person he thought of in this situation was his old grandpa.
’Oh right. Stick to what you know...’
Laz saw a tray sitting on a table with various small chains and trinkets. Thinking back to the night he had with Ruby and Malene and some of the crazy things they did, he figured he start off rather easy.
The length of chain felt cold in his hands as he slowly brought it to his face, looking at it closely. The rungs of the chain were small, but thick, indicating an excellence in craftsmanship. Seeing the technological aspect of the elves meant he knew there were no machines that could weave this chain meaning that it had been so perfectly crafted by hand.
Laz briefly wondered just what the maker was thinking when they forged this.
Laz then walked over to Sylvia and brought the chain up to her chest.
"Do you know what this is?" Laz asked, slightly curious.
"I do not master," she responded with a rather happy smile.
"You don’t? Hmm? What about the rest of the things in this room?" Laz was now curious as this was her room and therefore he thought she should understand the stuff in it.
"I’ve only seen my mother use things a few times when she brought me here. Most of the stuff were things that she either made or were given to her. Actually, now that you mention it... the most commonly used items were ones that had been donated. My mother said there was a certain sense of irony when an old guy donated a torture device, only to have it then used on him. It wasn’t until later that she realized that the reason they were building these things in the first place was so that the queen would bless them with it... or bless it with them. One way or the other," Sylvia said with a sigh.
’So... they donated their own kink and then went and got themselves in trouble so that the queen would think it was justice to use it on the one who donated it. I’m not sure if I should be impressed or repulsed,’ Laz thought, bringing the special chain up to the queen’s massive melons.
"Do you see this flat part and the screw type device underneath it?" Laz asked, holding it up so the queen could look..
"Yes," Sylvia responded with a shutter going through her body.
"Well this screw part is exactly that. See, this is called a c-clamp and it’s actually a very interesting device. So you unscrew it like this and then this goes right here."
Laz brought it forward and placing the flat stop on top of Sylvia’s left nipple, he put the screw underneath and began to twist. Once he got to a certain point where he felt a little pressure stopping him, instead of looking down at his hands, he looked at the golden haired beauty before him and twisted a bit more.
Sylvia’s face tensed when she felt it and Laz could see that, but that didn’t stop him. He then continued to twist until her breathing became ragged and her body shook with every little movement he made.
"Perfect."
Laz then repeated it with the other nipple, twisting until her expression showed she was right at the line between pleasure and pain.
Walking back a step, Laz looked on at his work, noticing the cherry red nipples now popped even more but there was no discoloration. While Sylvia’s body was strong, the screw was made out of a special alloy, allowing it to be strong enough to not break or distort as Laz used his massive strength to pinch her skin. In addition to that, thinking back on what Ruby had told him way back when, he made sure there wasn’t any purple flesh forming as that would indicate a loss of blood flow and that wasn’t something he wanted.
Running his hand along the chain, Laz dragged the Elf Queen by her nipples and brought her closer to him, leaning in and whispering in her ear,
"This is just the beginning."
After that, Laz used a wide array of different furniture and devices with the queen, giving her sensations she had never dreamed of experiencing in the past. There were several things he had to figure out as he was going along, but due to his own imagination, this wasn’t a problem. In fact, he seemed to enjoy himself as much as she was.
By the time she could barely move, her ass was red, as was her back and thighs. Of the various things Laz did though, he avoided anything that would involve penetration, causing her to edge so much that she almost seemed like a rabid animal at the end.
As she fell from the cross into his arms, her heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard other than the unearth moans coming from the only other one in the room whose bonds were still tight.
Laz took a glance over at Genevieve who looked like she was going to break the wooden St. Andrew’s cross she was tied to in an effort to free herself. Laz didn’t know what her thoughts were, but knew that the wild look in her eyes was that of a savage primal, one that had been denied a meal for too long.
Just as Laz turned his attention back to the quivering queen, he felt himself lose his feet as a weight appeared on top of him.
Sylvia was looking at him in wild abandon as she ran her nails over his solid chest,
"Did I say it was your turn?" Laz said, keeping in character during this ’please the queen’ event he had run into.
But she didn’t respond. Behind her, a image of a massive tree appeared, ancient and majestic with a primal air to it.
Looking into her eyes, Laz could tell she was pretty much gone, still in that world of pleasure and pain. She didn’t know who he was or where she was or what was happening. She could only feel her desire right now and the only outlet for that was the hunk of man flesh underneath her.
Before Laz could even make a move to stop her, she picked herself up and slammed herself down thrusting almost his entire length deep inside before screaming out in a mind blowing orgasm just from the sensation that Laz had denied her for so long.
She had lost complete control and could only buck her hips like a wild animal, riding him like the bull he was.
Laz didn’t hesitate as he had held himself back this entire time as well. He wasn’t trying to be a gentleman or anything so noble. Instead, he didn’t know just how far she wanted to go or if she was serious. As such, although he had lead her around for the last two hours, in truth, she was always the one who had to say either yes or no. If no, then he would stop.
’Not that she ever did.’
Laz didn’t hesitate either, grabbing on to the tight flesh of her waist and propelling himself up on every trust, hitting so deep he felt that the stabs would have been lethal to any human. The constant slamming into her deepest parts drove the queen to the line of insanity and pushed her over, causing her world to explode in sights and pleasures she had never dreamed possible.
Laz’s world suddenly became dark as the smell of strawberry entered his nose and began sliding up and down his face.
This sudden attack caused Laz to go into full battle mode as his instincts took over and he wrapped his hands around the waist of a fresh meal before digging in with a hunger that denied reason.
After Sylvia had lost herself, the magic binding Genevieve had disappeared as well, allowing the sex starved girl to free herself. While instinct screamed at her to throw her mother off that god cock and ride it herself, her survival instinct allowed her to change direction to Laz’s face instead.
Now the only question left to ask was which one would cry mercy first as screams and moans filled the pleasure suite of the Queen of the Elves.
