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build as her fingers pressed against hard, slightly bulging muscle. She shivered, the fingers of her other hand wrapping carefully around the warrior’s wrist to stop her cutting the corset loose.
    Soraya halted, refraining from physically disciplining her prey this time. Instead, she looked over the girl’s form, pressing her tongue out the corner of her mouth to run it partway over her lips. Amelia’s chest rose and fell with her heightened breathing, each snap for air pushing up and emphasizing her slightly flattened, perfectly proportioned breasts. Soraya ran her free hand slowly up the girl’s side, her touch starting so light it was almost ethereal, growing firmer as she went.
    Trailing torturously slowly up to Amelia’s chest, the elf’s large, strong hand moved over and then below the queen’s curving breast, cupping it. Amelia was generously proportioned; easily more than a handful for a human male. For the massive, imposing elf, she was the perfect fit. The girl’s fingers twitched lightly, a low, nervous gasp escaping her as Soraya’s hand let go, her knuckles and the back of her hand caressing up over the perked, pink nipple crowning Amelia’s breast.
    “ This is going to happen, little one. We will connect.”
    The elf’s words at once calmed and stirred Amelia to action. She had feared that she was to be tossed around from soldier to soldier, but the commander’s words implied nothing such. They did imply that she was going to be taken, though, whether she wanted it or not. She remained unsure, low-burning desire muddying the feelings she felt should be burning at the prospect of being ridden by this hugely-proportioned creature.
    Amelia swallowed, feeling the warrior’s hand gently but insistently push hers away from the hand holding the knife. She complied hesitantly, only to have the arm lead behind her back. A surge of warmth went through her, coloring her cheeks in very clearly as her other hand was lead away from the elf’s midriff and joined with the first behind her back. There were no physical restraints other than the domineering, almost imperial feral elf’s presence, and it seemed more than enough. For the moment, at least.
    She glanced down, seeing the knife creep lower, exposing her bellybutton. She squirmed, shifting slightly only to feel the weight of the elf’s huge, still concealed shaft shift with her. It had rested against her since Soraya had first kneeled over her, and it had driven her half mad with lust and anxiety. There was no doubt, the wild elf was massive in all senses of the word, even considering her inhumanly large frame, and Amelia questioned if her body could take fulfilling the promise that fat dick gave every second its hefty weight rested against her.
    “Stay.” The commander’s voice was demanding, one used to being obeyed, and Amelia found herself doing as she was told. Even though her mind raced, trying to push her past the weakness the powerful creature had induced into her, trying to make her get up and run, she stayed. Soraya raised herself up over the human, tossing the dagger carelessly to the side only to reach down, both hands fastening around Amelia’s dress and the last remnant of her corset, tearing both apart, leaving them as unconventional blankets beneath the naked, petite girl’s form.
    Amelia remained in the position she had been put in, her arms behind her back even as she wrung her hands, her toes curling as her pale and hairless form was exposed. With eyes wide and breath coming rapidly through her nose, she looked up at her captor, observing as the huntress finally pushed her hands to the straining buttons holding her dark, worn brown leather leggings in place.
    She popped the first button open as she looked down at the mesmerized girl, smiling faintly to herself. She could not just be molded, she almost begged to be molded, to be remade as something more by someone who understood what she needed. Soraya opened another button, her