Time stretched in the darkness of her blindfold, the collar's short chain keeping her tethered to the wall, her knees aching against the cold floor.
After a long pause, a new presence approached—a strong-looking elven woman with pointy ears piercing through a cascade of long, silvery-white hair that shimmered like moonlight.
She moved with a predator's grace, her gaze sweeping the hall before settling on Diana.
The elf paused, her lips curling into a faint smile, she unfastened her shorts, letting them drop, followed by her panties.
A thick, erect dick sprang free, its tip glistening with a bead of pre-cum, the earthy, musky scent wafting toward Diana.
The elf stepped closer, slapping the warm, firm flesh against Diana's cheek, the contact a jarring contrast to the cool air.
Diana flinched, turning her head away, the scent teasing her senses, but the elf persisted, tapping the shaft against her lips with relentless patience, the soft thuds coaxing her resistance to crumble.
Hesitant, she parted her lips, taking the tip into her mouth, the salty taste flooding her tongue as she began to suck, her movements tentative and awkward.
The elf let out a low groan of pleasure, her hands gathering Diana's hair into a tight ponytail, the tug sending a shiver down her spine.
Using it as a leash, she guided Diana deeper, each bob a slow descent, the shaft stretching her jaw, its girth pressing against the roof of her mouth.
The sensation was intense—gagging yet strangely exhilarating, her saliva mixing with the elf's pre-cum, creating a slick warmth that coated her throat.
The elf's grip tightened, pushing her further with each movement, the head brushing the back of her throat, triggering a reflexive choke that she fought to suppress.
After several languid bobs, Diana adjusted, her lips sliding to the base, the full length filling her as the elf's breaths grew ragged.
With a final, deep thrust, the elf moaned, her body tensing as she ejaculated, a hot, bitter flood spilling into Diana's mouth.
The warmth overwhelmed her, some trickling down her chin as she coughed out the thick cum.
"Good girl," the elf purred, her voice a satisfied hum, before releasing Diana's hair and stepping away, leaving her coughing, the cum lingering on her tongue.
A while later, the air shifted with the arrival of a noble-looking woman, her presence regal yet menacing, adorned in expensive silks that rustled with each step and jewelry that glinted in the dim light.
She had been indulging nearby, her strap-on buried in another woman's mouth, the wet sounds of her thrusts fading as she grew weary.
Her gaze fell on Diana, and she approached with a predatory grace.
"Nice," she whispered, her voice laced with sadistic delight, as she slapped her thick strap-on against Diana's face, the rubber cool and heavy, its surface slick with another's saliva.
Diana began licking it, the artificial taste mingling with a faint tang, her tongue tracing the length slowly, guiding it into her mouth with cautious reverence.
The noblewoman's patience snapped, her face twisting with cruel intent as she thrust deep, the strap-on plunging into Diana's throat.
The sudden invasion choked her, a panicked gasp cut off as her airway constricted, her body jerking against the collar, tears seeping beneath the blindfold.
The woman pulled back, granting a ragged breath, the air a sweet relief, then resumed, the flexible strap-on sliding deep again, its length probing her throat with a relentless, rhythmic pressure.
Each thrust stretched her limits, the rubber warm from use, until the noblewoman tired of the game.
She withdrew, leaving Diana gasping, and squatted over her face, spreading her pussy wide.
Diana felt the woman's ass cheeks settle heavily on her, the weight pressing her lips into the warm, wet folds, the musky scent enveloping her.
She flicked her tongue against the clit, licking with a desperate focus, the taste intensifying as she explored the slick flesh, her movements growing bolder.
The noblewoman's thighs trembled, a loud moan escaping her as she came, her juices coating Diana's face in a sticky, warm flood, her body shivering with the release.
Satisfied, the woman reached into her silken robe, her fingers brushing against the fabric before pulling out a coin.
With a teasing smile, she stuffed it into the waistband of Diana's chastity belt, the metal cool against her heated skin.
Before departing, she paused, her hand lingering on the dildos embedded in Diana's holes.
With a slow, deliberate tug, she pulled them slightly, the elastic rubber snapping back with a sudden, forceful thrust.
The dual penetration jolted Diana, a cute yelp of surprise and pleasure escaping her gagged lips as the dildos rocked deeper, the ridges stimulating her sensitive walls, reigniting a wave of arousal.
The noblewoman chuckled, the sound rich and mocking, as she adjusted her robe with a flourish and strode away, leaving Diana trembling against the wall, her body a quivering mess of need and exhaustion.