| Author: | Danica Slate | ISBN: | 1230000185930 |
| Publisher: | Danica Slate | Publication: | September 22, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Danica Slate |
| ISBN: | 1230000185930 |
| Publisher: | Danica Slate |
| Publication: | September 22, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Amongst the fair elves of the surface world, the Dark Elves are spoken of only in whispers. Twisted, tortured, lost souls, they had once been as good as the surface elves, but long ago forsook the sun and descended to the depths of the underworld to bask in decadence and sin.
Alyss didn’t believe a word of it. She would not admit to her family, but she harbored a fascination for the Dark Elves and their candid, unabashed ways. And so it was a secret rush of pleasure that she descended into the depths of their kingdom, cuffed and bound, the first to be allowed passage from the upper realms in many a year.
It was supposed to be a diplomatic mission. It wasn't supposed to end with her thrown into a dungeon, subject to the Dark Elven princes every whim. But most of all, she wasn't supposed to so easily submit to his dark will, to find herself lost amidst the world of pleasure and debauchery he introduces her to...
She wasn't supposed to willingly become his personal slave...
Excerpt:
Alyss shivered, though the heat of shame kept her warm. Never had she been caught in such a state of undress, and to find herself like this in front of a prince... it was a nightmare. She wanted to hide every piece of her, her womanhood, her breasts, and the growing tightness of her skin in the cool, still air.
“Come here,” Ma’zin said.
He watched her with eyes that penetrated her feeble attempts to cover up. She could tell that he knew everything she had to hide, was adjusting to her every nook and curve.
“But, sir,” Alyss whispered, “I promise you if…”
“I said,” Ma’zin paused, “Come here.”
Alyss bowed her head, and made the shameful walk toward Ma’zin’s chair. She stood there, inches from him, and tried to still the quaking in her knees.
He grabbed her arms, his long, warm fingers sliding slowly around her wrist. She blushed with shame as goose pimples visibly raised over her arms. Ma’zin’s face was stern, and he did not show if he noticed. Instead, he pulled her arms from her body and put them at her side. Then he reached behind his back and pulled out a leather-bound collar with a loop on one end.
“Do you know what this is?” he asked.
Alyss nodded. It was a collar used for slaves. The sight of it caught the breath in her throat. Dark Elves kept slaves by the droves, many captured, many born into it. They enslaved their own, enslaved humans, and when they could catch them, they even enslaved high elves like herself.
Ma’zin motioned for her to kneel, and she felt her legs acting before she could think. He touched her chin, sliding her head up to look up at him.
“Then you know that you are mine now,” Ma’zin said as he slid the collar around her neck
Amongst the fair elves of the surface world, the Dark Elves are spoken of only in whispers. Twisted, tortured, lost souls, they had once been as good as the surface elves, but long ago forsook the sun and descended to the depths of the underworld to bask in decadence and sin.
Alyss didn’t believe a word of it. She would not admit to her family, but she harbored a fascination for the Dark Elves and their candid, unabashed ways. And so it was a secret rush of pleasure that she descended into the depths of their kingdom, cuffed and bound, the first to be allowed passage from the upper realms in many a year.
It was supposed to be a diplomatic mission. It wasn't supposed to end with her thrown into a dungeon, subject to the Dark Elven princes every whim. But most of all, she wasn't supposed to so easily submit to his dark will, to find herself lost amidst the world of pleasure and debauchery he introduces her to...
She wasn't supposed to willingly become his personal slave...
Excerpt:
Alyss shivered, though the heat of shame kept her warm. Never had she been caught in such a state of undress, and to find herself like this in front of a prince... it was a nightmare. She wanted to hide every piece of her, her womanhood, her breasts, and the growing tightness of her skin in the cool, still air.
“Come here,” Ma’zin said.
He watched her with eyes that penetrated her feeble attempts to cover up. She could tell that he knew everything she had to hide, was adjusting to her every nook and curve.
“But, sir,” Alyss whispered, “I promise you if…”
“I said,” Ma’zin paused, “Come here.”
Alyss bowed her head, and made the shameful walk toward Ma’zin’s chair. She stood there, inches from him, and tried to still the quaking in her knees.
He grabbed her arms, his long, warm fingers sliding slowly around her wrist. She blushed with shame as goose pimples visibly raised over her arms. Ma’zin’s face was stern, and he did not show if he noticed. Instead, he pulled her arms from her body and put them at her side. Then he reached behind his back and pulled out a leather-bound collar with a loop on one end.
“Do you know what this is?” he asked.
Alyss nodded. It was a collar used for slaves. The sight of it caught the breath in her throat. Dark Elves kept slaves by the droves, many captured, many born into it. They enslaved their own, enslaved humans, and when they could catch them, they even enslaved high elves like herself.
Ma’zin motioned for her to kneel, and she felt her legs acting before she could think. He touched her chin, sliding her head up to look up at him.
“Then you know that you are mine now,” Ma’zin said as he slid the collar around her neck
