To Ravish the Queen of Elves

[F4M] To Ravish the Queen of Elves [Script Offer] [Fsub] [Switchy] [Swordswoman] [If It's the Elven Queen's Bed You Seek, You Must First Best Me in Battle] [Seduction] [Swordplay] [Tsundere] [Fucked on a Windowsill] [Passion] [Enemies 2 Lovers] [Rape] because [Forced Creampie] [Not Pulling Out]

script by /u/ravishagirl

*The elfgirl’s name is Nikaia, pronounced nee – keye (rhymes with “sky”) – ah.*

*We hear torches guttering. Perhaps exotic music through a window. Then, suddenly, the unsheathing of a blade.*

*amused* Stop right there, human male. Did you really think it was going to be that easy, sneaking into the elf queen’s bedchamber by night, with that hard sword clutched in your hand? *teasing laughter*

How DID you get so far into our domain, human? A bare-chested, sweaty human, in the hall outside the queen’s room in the palace, in the heart of the most ancient city of the elves! You can see the elven stars burn in the sky through that narrow window. You can hear the music of conch shell horns, and the night drums of our festival, where elfgirls dance naked beneath the willows and elven men vie for their attention. *haughtily* I suppose your human chieftains thought our holiest festival the best time to send their assassins.

And here you are. I don’t know how you got here, barbarian, but you’ll go no further. No one molests the queen of elves in her sleep unless he can first best me in battle. And I don’t think that’s likely. Do you?

Here, I’ll step from the shadows into the torchlight to give you a better look. You’ll be bleeding in this hall in a few minutes, bold mortal. I’m the last woman you’ll ever see. Take a good look.

*sultry* I am Nikaia. I wield a slender blade in either hand. Their steel shimmers in the torchlight. The steel of my eyes shimmers too, hot as a night on fire. My battle tattoos wind about my arms like flame.

Yes, you’re quite taller than me, human male; I’m an elfgirl. *amused* You can tell by my ears. They’re curved and pointed. *giggles* Like my blades. And I don’t walk like your human girls, do I? My shoulders back, my elven breasts lifted, my breathing deep and full. You like the sight of me, don’t you? In my tight leather armor. I am graceful, confident, supple and strong as an ancient tree.

*merry laughter at something he says* … Stand aside and you’ll be merciful to me??? Arrogant male. The elven queen and I have known each other since we were little girls. I’m not about to let you have her. If you think your height and those … absurdly thick human muscles … mmmm … if you think your biceps give you any advantage over ME, you should know that I’ve been dancing the blades centuries before you were born.

*fierce but amused* Guard yourself, human.

*clash of blades*

*her merry laughter* Oh, you dance well! And you’re so fast.

*clash*

And strong. Oh, this will be a challenge. I haven’t had a real challenge in so long. The human kingdoms should send rugged, masculine assassins after our queen more often.

*clash*

It’s only a matter of time, human. You should give up. You have one sword, I have two. *giggling*

*clash*

Oh, how your eyes burn as you watch me dance.

*clash*

As you watch me MOVE. You’ve never seen a body like this, have you?

*clash*

*breathless* A lithe voluptuous, elven body. Graceful as the morning and sleek as the night. Oh, you would like to touch me, wouldn’t you, warrior? I see it in your eyes. How you blaze with desire for me. Does it light fire in your loins, dancing the blades with me? *teasing* You won’t conquer me, mortal. I can’t BE conquered. For all I know, you may be the best swordsman in the human kingdoms, but I am the finest swordswoman of the elves. You will not best me, human barbarian.

*clanging of blades*

*improv her laughter and swordplay*

*she gasps* Oh! That thrust slipped past my guard and cut the leather straps at my shoulder! Mmm, barely grazing my skin. You could have cut off half my head, but instead … you’ve chosen to cut away half my top. Mmm, see? *breathless* The leather has slipped down and the swell of my left breast is soffft … and naked. Just a few battle sigils inked into my skin.

The night air through that window feels good on my breast. I should thank you, warrior.

*clash of blades*

*giggling*

Am I exciting you?

*clash*

*teasing* Did you want to see my breast bounce as we battle?

*clash*

Such a primal human beast. Don’t think I’ll waste MY time cutting off YOUR clothes. Not that you have many. If I get through your guard, I’m going straight for your heart. *giggle* It’ll look pretty in a jar on my shelf, won’t it?

*clashing*

*breathless* You are really surprisingly good at this. Who trained you? Where did you learn to fight this way? Some of these moves, I haven’t seen them before. That one was like a wolf flickering in the shadows, and that parry was like a rhino lifting its horn. It’s really quite wonderful. I want to know who taught you!

*gasps*

You … cut away my top from my other shoulder!

Well.

Here are my breasts. Naked and sweet and swollen and ready to be touched. Mmm, maybe I’ll touch them and give myself pleasure, after I’ve cut out your heart. You ARE good at this. Exciting, really.

*clashing*

And I confess a little of my warm elven honey IS trickling down my thighs, under my tight battle-skirt. I haven’t had a duel this exhilarating in two hundred years. I am SO glad they sent you.

Before you die, you MUST tell me who taught you.

*clashing*

That’s it. Watch my breasts dance as I move. Watch my tits. Not my blades.

*giggling* Be distracted, mortal invader!

*clashing*

*panting a little*

All right, I … don’t seem to be able to get past your guard at all. How is that possible? I’m actually pressed.

*clashing*

*panting with exertion*

Pressing your advantage? Forcing me back toward the window? That won’t do.

*Clashing*

Ha! A cut right across your hip. *panting* Yes, I know it’s barely a scratch, but it burns a little, doesn’t it? Oh, give me something, you muscled barbarian. I’m used to leaving an opponent in pieces by now. At least be good-natured about it and wince or whimper a little.

*grunting in exertion as the swords clash*

It’s like fighting a giant. Or a rockface. *worried* It’s a good thing I’m good at this.

*clashing*

Ohh…okay … the windowsill. *whimpers* My hips are on the windowsill. The night air at my back. Well, that’s not good. Really, really not good. Mmm, though the music outside DOES sound lovely. My people are dancing beneath the willows. Not as sweaty and hot as I am dancing, but …

*clashing, and one of her blades flies from her hand*

*gasps* You’ve sent one of my blades flying, out the window! Oh, the arc it makes in the starlight, flashing through the air—that IS pretty.

*clashing*

I … I can’t … move you. *panting*

Oh, you like what my tits are doing as I pant? You like the sweat trickling down between my breasts?

*out of breath* You really AREN’T going to win, you know. I MUST defend the queen!

*clashing blades*

*a little cry*

You!!! You human savage! You’ve … you’ve cut open my battle-skirt! And bared my naked elven pussy! You beast. *she gives a little scream* Die, human!

*clashing of blades*

*her furious little grunts as she fights him*

*then her startled cry*

All right, barbarian warrior. *panting* All right, all right. You have my blade pinned to the sill. Your hand at my throat. *her breaths come in quick little gasps* You could take away my breath with a squeeze of your fingers. Or you could push me over the windowsill.

I shudder to admit it, but you have bested me. At least momentarily. I don’t know quite how you did it.

I’ll … let go … of my blade.

*it clatters*

*softly* Do not hurt me, human. You and I, let’s talk. You have time to talk, don’t you? I won’t cry out. No one would hear me; all the other elves are at the holy dance, and the queen is sleeping just through that door and you have all night to do whatever heinous things you came here to do to her.

So, delay a moment, warrior, and let’s … talk. Mmm, about your intentions.

What are you going to do with Nikaia of the elves, with Nikaia of the blades?

You have me completely naked. Tattooed and hot and helpless. My battle skirt in a pool about my feet. My breasts heaving. My soft elven lips … parted. Strands of my hair sweaty across my face. My thighs … look. *whispers* Just look. My thighs are such … soft … cream.

*breathing hard* How your eyes burn above mine.

Are you really going to tip me out this window? To watch my beautiful elven body fall to the street far below? Is that REALLY what you’re going to do with your vanquished elfgirl? Slay her?

*he kisses her, fierce and passionate*

*she moans sweetly into the kiss*

Mmmmm. That’s a better idea. But you call that a kiss, human? THIS is a kiss.

*kissing*

*the kiss is long and sensual and heated*

*it is so long and so hot, it goes on, and she maons into his mouth, muffled and hungry*

*breathless after* That … is how you kiss an elfgirl.

*gasps* You’re parting my thighs. *moans* Forcing your hips between my legs. *gaspy and aroused* Are you going to ravage me, right on this windowsill? Where I dare not squirm or struggle for fear of falling? Is that what you came here for, human? To fuck an elfgirl? While my tits heave and my pussy tightens and my eyes shine in the starlight?

*fierce and sultry* Let the queen sleep and dream her dreams of empire, human boy. My cunt will clench your cock as tight as hers. I’ll show you.

*moans* Mmmn, your hands. That’s it, mortal. You like having your hands on my elven tits? *aroused* My nipples swell and harden more than a human girl’s. Pinch them, warrior. Mmmn! I was going to cut out your heart. *moans* Press your advantage, you masculine beast. Pinch my nipples. Squeeze my tits. *moans*

You must have fantasized about this often in your primitive human war-camp, while you tossed and writhed in your bedding. So many nights, you must have imagined pinning a captured elfgirl under you, covering her mouth, making her squeal into your hand as you forced pleasure on her. Show me what you fantasized about, you rugged brute. What does a human barbarian dream of doing to an elfgirl’s hot, full tits?

*squeals*

You bit me!

*panting desperately*

*squeals again*

You dreamed of BITING my tits?!

*whimpers of arousal* All right, human. Bite me! Bite my tits!

*moaning and gasping*

Be savage to me! Like a wolf to his mate! Mark my sensitive elven flesh! *moans*

*whispers hotly* You’ve bested me. Claim your spoils, warrior.

*a sudden cry*

Your fingers … inside me! You brute! I am small and tight! Mortal!

*her moans and squeals*

I’m squirming against your hand! So slick and hot. Flooding your hand with my nectar. *panting* What you’re doing to me! You beast.

Kiss me, you animal. Kiss me and fuck me with those fingers. Mmmphh!

*grunting and whimpering helplessly against his mouth as he kisses her*

*we hear the rustling of the human warrior’s garments*

*she whimpers against his mouth*

*panting* You’ve bared your cock! You’ve taken out your cock! *flustered and hot* You really mean to do this to me. You’re going to fuck me. You’re going to fuck me with that hard human cock!

*low and sultry* With this cock. Oh, feel my fingers curl around it … *whispers* oh, so big.

How you throb in my hand.

So warm.

You REALLY want to ravish me.

Do it, then.

*growls* Do it. I will defend the queen. Take me instead. *moans* Ravage me, human. Fuck me.

*beside herself with arousal* Here, right here. This is my tight heat. Right here. This small, wet opening. *whispers* You can take it. Take me, mortal. Push your cock inside me.

*whimpering with need* I’ll let go of your cock. Wrap my arms around you, my fingers clutching at your shoulders. Hold my hips when you thrust in me, human. Do NOT drop me into the street below. Do not. Oh, fuck. I can feel that brutal human cock rubbing against my tight pussy. Oh, human. Human. *moans* Hold me tight and don’t drop me, and I promise I’ll squirm so well for you. Wet and wriggling in your arms. *panting* Kiss my tits and fuck me. Fuck your elf-captive by starlight.

*she cries out as he enters her*

*a few breathless squeals as she tries to take him, his girth, his roughness*

*panting* You’re going to tear me apart, human!

*passionate grunts and moans for a few moments as they fuck*

You’re stretching me! I’m so … SO tight! Unnh! Unnh! Unnh! Feel me cling to your shoulders and rock my hips, oh yes, yes, yes, unnh, unnh, unnh, fucking RAVAGE me, human! Unnh! Unnh! I could have slain you! Unnh! Now FUCK me until I’m a soaked, sweaty, whimpering mess! Unnh! Unnh! Come ON! FUCK ME! Harder! Unnh! Unnh!

*her passionate grunts*

*a SQUEAL*

Oh, how you SINK that cock in me! Oh my GODDESS! YES!

*panting*

You take this cunt, warrior. You take this hot elven cunt! I am Nikaia of the elves! Take it, mortal! Take what you want! Fuck me! Warrior, GIVE. ME. PLEASURE! *cries of pleasure* Feel me squeeze and … ohh! yes! … I’ll swirl my hips … *panting* … more, more, more …

Oh yes, YES, grab my tits! But so help me, mortal, if you spill me out this window, I WILL cut out your heart! Oh GODDESS! Hold me tight!

*he covers her mouth with his hand firmly*

Mmmph! mmmph!

*she cries out into his hadn, wildly, passionately, desperately, her elfgirl body on fire with passion and need*

*a biting sound*

*moans* Yes! I bit your hand! Your hand on my mouth! I bit you! I can bite, too! I can bite. I need to scream, I need to SCREAM!

*she does*

*wailing with pleasure* Oh warrior, warrior! Your cock, your cock, your cock! I can’t! I can’t! WHY did the gods give humans such … thick … cocks?!!!

*improv intense, passionate sex*

Your cock is so beautiful inside me. Your cock is a fucking warrior! Unnh! Unnh! Unnh! It’s so hot inside me! So hot! So hot! Oh warrior, warrior, feel my cunt GRIP your cock, yes YES! *squeals* Beautiful male! Hear the music of my people, the dancing elves, hear it, hear it, all of them at the sacred festival, none of them know their quee – *she stops herself from saying it –* their swordswoman, their sweet strong Nikaia, is being FUCKED! *squeals* Oh, your fingers bruise my breasts! Pound me, pound me, pound me! Oh, yes, yes, YES.

*wildly* Am I everything you dreamed? When you writhed and moaned and fucked your fist, on your bedding, in your barbaric war-camp? Am I as tight, as small, as slick as you dreamed? Oh goddess, I am SOAKED in sweat! I’m going to yield, I’m going to yield and yield and yield! Warrior, have mercy! Don’t finish in me! Finish on my tits! Finish on my soft thighs! On my cheeks and chin! Oh, cover me with your semen! Be a barbarian to me and leave me dripping with your hot seed! Just not inside me! Have mercy!

*panting* What do you mean ‘no mercy’? What do you mean ‘no mercy’!!! Wait, wait, wait, wait, warrior! Warrior! Not in me! Not in me! Not inside me!!!!! No! You brute!! Wait! Ahhhh!!

*she screams in orgasm*

*a low wail*

*she barely has any breath*

I … I … am clinging. To you. Panting. And sweaty. And so full of your cock.

*a whimper of pleasure and shocked realization*

You spilled your seed in me, human.

You … animal.

*in wonder* How could you?

*breathless, awed* I have been completely … ravaged … by a human warrior.

*panting*

*suddenly a little vulnerable, her voice small* Hold me. *whispers* Please.

Hold me.

*she makes soft little noises in his arms for a few moments*

Such strong, human arms. *whispers* Oh, I can’t believe what just happened to me.

Oh, human. Your cock in me is … wonderful.

Beautiful male. Mmmn.

*kissing him*

*soft little noises into the kiss*

*softly* I let you win. You know that, right? *giggles* I hadn’t been fucked hard in so long.

And I’ve never been fucked like THIS.

*giggling* With my warm elven ass on this windowsill. *breathily* Don’t drop me, warrior. Hold me.

*kissing*

Mmm. I have a … proposition.

Mmm-hmm.

Why don’t you take me captive for a few nights? Let the queen sleep in her bedchamber. You can have … me. *giggles* I did squirm well, didn’t I?

*flustered* Why … why are you laughing?

You … *squeaks* … you knew?!!

You knew all along I was the queen of the elves?!

*blushing, angry and aroused* Do you mean to tell me this whole time, you knew you were ravishing the queen?! That you were making the queen squirm on your cock? You … you … beast!

*the sound of a blade*

*haughty, still breathless* You may have tossed MY blades aside, but you forgot to watch YOURS. Now it’s at your throat, mortal. An elven queen is not like some human princess. *proudly* I am a hot, naked, tattooed battle-elf! With a blade at your throat.

What … ? I look … fetching … with my face flushed in anger, my breasts heaving? *indignant and aroused* Oh!!

I should slit your throat, mortal! You CAME in the queen of the elves. You have NO idea the diplomatic incident THIS is going to cause. Yes, I’m sure assassinating me in my sleep would have been worse, but still.

*sighs softly* I guess if I do bear a child, I can’t exactly execute the child’s father. Mmmn. Especially not when he has SUCH a cock. Oh, how your cock throbs in me.

*whispers* Stop that. Seriously. We have negotiations to do. You can’t just fuck me agai- ahhh! Unnh!

*growls* Oh, you arrogant mortal. *panting* Yes, yes, it’s true. My tight elven cunt CRAVES this cock.

*a helplessly aroused sound*

I came back to the palace alone while my people danced and drummed and fucked to the holy music under the willows, because I was so BORED. You have no idea how BORING it is to be the queen. It’s all war councils and disputes over the price of passionfruit, and demanding tribute from sweaty, rebellious humans, and arguments over land, and ceremonies by moonlight and by sunrise, and … taxes. So many taxes. Ugh. And one of my spies told me an assassin might come tonight.

And he DID cum tonight, didn’t he? *giggling*

*her voice burns with heat* I made him cum.

Mmmn, so, once the festival started, I … snuck … back. Looking for a little excitement, a little adventure. *playful* And you certainly delivered the adventure!

*giggling* Aren’t you glad you didn’t drop me out the window?

Mmmmn. You know, my people will be dancing all night under the willows. No one’s going to find you or think of executing you for at least another seven hours. So. Right over there, through that door, there IS a big bed with satin sheets and a canopy of silk supported on posts of ivory and oak. And … I SHOULD dance tonight. Every elven woman should dance tonight, even the queen. I danced the blades, but I need to dance naked for a male. It pleases the goddess. Mmmn, so why don’t I take you to my bed, tie you spread to those posts, dance like you have NEVER seen a woman dance, and fuck you ‘til the sun rises?

Or until your hard human cock can’t take it anymore. Whichever comes first.

*softly* A few of these sigils and spells tattooed red on my body aren’t for battle. *whispers* They’re for fucking.

Mmmn. And once you’re exhausted and you’re bound and shaking on my bed, I can interrogate you … with kisses … and find out what human chieftain wanted me assassinated tonight. Because that really isn’t nice. I don’t LIKE being assassinated.

Come on. Take me to bed.

Or we can keep trying to kill each other. Either way. *giggles*

Mmmn. That’s my good warrior.

*rustling as they get up*

*moans* Oh, I’m so sore. You REALLY fucked me hard. *whimpers* I don’t even know if I can walk after that … that massive cock. You humans fuck like gods. It is definitely unfair. *quivers* No one should be able to just destroy an elf queen like this. *whimpers*

*in wonder* Oh … what’s this? Ohhhh, your cum is leaking out of my pussy, warm and sticky down my leg. Mmm. Wow. *moans* I am Nikaia, queen of the elves, and I am dripping human cum down my leg.

Okay, okay. Seven hours til dawn. Don’t … don’t try anything, warrior. I still have this big sword. See? Sword. Whoosh!

*sound of sword cutting through air*

*breathless* To the bedroom! You’re going to tell me EVERYthing about who sent you here, and you’re going to fuck me again with that frighteningly thick human cock until I can’t even think or breathe or speak. To bed! Or ... wait. Kiss me first. Mmmn, let me press my lithe elven body to you … my tits against your chest … my pussy pressed to your thigh. *whispers* This pussy you ravaged.

*breathless* Kiss me. Kiss me, human.

*a deep, sensual kiss*

*moaning into the kiss*

*the sword clattering to the ground*

*breathless* I’m disarmed again? Oh, fine. *a sultry, moaning whine of need* Never mind who has captured who. Just take me to bed and fuck me. Take me to bed, warrior! And fuckkk me!

*kissing*

*hungry moans into the kiss*

*the audio ends*