The elf was trembling as Salza continued to poke and prod her relentlessly. Her pale and perfect skin breaking out into goosebumps from the onslaught of touches. 

 

“Stop it!” She moaned, writhing against the ropes as she tried to escape. “I am not some trophy for you to–”

 

She gasped loudly as Salza caressed one of her pointed ears. The green creature’s fingers sending electric shocks down from the tip of her ear to the very core of her being. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out again only to feel the bitter taste of blood welling in her mouth from the force of her bite.

 

Salza only laughed. “Oh but you are.” she teased. “You and everything else in this camp belong to me.” 

Salza heard Grishe outside utter one final cry of praise for her followed by the sound of confused goblins as the former chieftain tossed himself into the bonfire as ordered. She savored the sounds of his screams but didn’t care much for the smell as the smoke from the bonfire wafted into the already filthy tent. 

 

“Ugh.” She said turning away from the earth as she wrinkled her perfect green nose in disgust. “He smells even worse now!” she complained. “I thought fire was supposed to be cleansing!” 

 

Seeing that Salza was now distracted, the elf made her move. 

 

The goblin ropes that bound her were very shoddy and goblin knots were so notoriously poorly done even a child could get out of them. The only reason she hadn’t killed the chieftain and escaped already is because she had been waiting for him to give her information about the explosion in the woods. But seeing as he was dead now(and judging by the smell was now well done on top of being dead) and this strange green elf's bewitching allure was extremely dangerous she felt it was time to leave as fast as possible.

 

She wiggled her arms and the ropes binding them and the ropes loosened enough for her to slip her hands out. Once her hands were free the rest of the ropes were easy to get out of and she would be free in a matter of seconds. 

 

Still turned away Salza lifted up one arm and snapped her fingers. 

 

 

The elf immediately felt the air knocked out of her as the ropes tightened themselves around her body like the coils of a great serpent. She struggled against them now in pure desperation to no avail. There was no escape this time. 

 

She fell and hit the ground with a thud as Salza laughed behind her. The blood that had already been welling up in her mouth from earlier now dribbling down her face as she howled in frustration. 

 

“Leaving so soon?” Salza said as she walked back over to the elf and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. “How ru–”

 

She paused as she noticed the elf’s bloody lips. Her blue eyes growing wide and once again taking up that strange, predatory look from earlier when she had gazed at the elf’s neck. 

 

Unease filled the elf. “What are you–”

 

Salza pressed her lips against hers. Tongue sliding out and licking away the blood and it was now her turn to tremble. Salza was no stranger to drinking blood. She had been a goblin! Blood was a regular part of her diet! But this? 

 

Underneath her dress her nipples grew rock hard as the blood slithered down inside her and lit her core on fire. 

 

It was divine. 

 

The elf’s body spasmed her eyes wide and glassy as pure ecstasy wracked her body. Salza’s touch had been incredible but that had merely been her fingers. But her lips and tongue against her own? It… it…

 

 

Salza broke away and laughed giddily, swaying like she was drunk as she licked her lips of any remaining elf blood. “Oh my!” She cooed. “You taste delicious!” She could feel the elf about to collapse back to the ground and held her up. Her grip was as strong as iron as she kept her cold, blue eyes focused on the elves' deep violet ones.

 

Salza wrinkled her nose again. This tent smelled horrific. Even more so with the smell of burning goblin wafting in. If she was going to savor this elf she needed a change of scenery. 

 

“Let…” The elf gasped her porcelain skin burning red as she put up a pathetic attempt at resistance. “Let…”

 

“You’re right, pet.” Salza said, smirking at her. “This is a terrible place for intimacy. Let's have a change of scenery, hmm?” She pressed the bound elf’s face into her cleavage and held her tightly by the ass as she prepared yet again to teleport. 

 

“Hmm…” She closed her eyes. She still wasn’t sure of the specifics of her magic or the limits of it but she could somehow sense every important landmark within miles of the camp. Even places she had never set foot on. 

 

“Ah!” She gasped as the image of a beautiful meadow with a gentle spring flowing through it formed in her head. It was a few miles off to the north well off the beaten path but it was private and was a much more appropriate place for what she wanted to do to this elf than this filthy tent. 

 

“That will do just fine.” She said as she removed her hand from the back of the elf’s head.

 

The elf said something but her words were muffled by Salza’s breasts and the goblin didn’t quite care to hear them anyway…

 

 

There was a loud bang and then Salza found herself in the meadow she had seen in her mind’s eye. This time she had held back and controlled herself and while the ground beneath them was smoking and charred there wasn’t a massive crater in the meadow. 

 

“I’m getting better.” Salza said, looking back down at the elf. “How about that?” 

 

“Hnn…” The elf gurgled. Her eyes were nearly rolled back into her skull and she was spasming wildly. While Salza was doing just fine it seemed others didn’t handle the sudden teleportation so well…

 

“Maybe I can fix that.” Salza placed her hand in front of the elves face and once again focused before…

 

 

The elf jolted and blinked rapidly as the feeling of nausea from the sudden and disorientating teleport faded away and awareness of her situation returned to her. Her knowledge of magic wasn’t the best but she knew for a fact that one simply couldn’t teleport to any place they wanted; it required very specific regents like a rune stone attuned to that area. This green skinned creature was breaking one of the most fundamental rules of magic!

 

She held her resolve though. This greenskinned creature would not break her. “I won’t tell you anything, greenskin!” She said, eyes still defiant. “You may look like an elf but your rotten nature is still shining through.” she hissed. 

 

Salza laughed. “So defiant!” She pressed her face into the elves and grinned wickedly. Exposing her sharp canines as her eyes flickered from the elves back down to the curve of her neck. Oh how she wanted to sink her teeth into that neck and drink and drink and drink.

 

But she asserted her self control. She wasn’t just a lowly goblin anymore. She was Salza and she wanted to play with this elf and enjoy demeaning her. “But I think you’ll be singing like a song bird soon, elf.” She said, “And you’ll tell me all the secrets you know and then some.

 

The elf felt her lips twitch as Salza leaned in. She was burning red now with both anger and arousal towards the Salza and the burning shame at how eager she was to taste those lips of hers again.

 

“I won’t!” she said. “I’ll never answe–”

 

 

Salza didn’t let her finish. The talking was getting boring… Now it was time for fun!

 

The elves' head recoiled from the snap. “Oh!” She gasped. “I… what did… oh!” sweat started to bead on her forehead as her pupils dilated into saucers. 

 

“Are there any more elves nearby?” Salza asked. She didn’t really care and was sure she could deal with an entire army of elves as she was now but making this arrogant self-righteous creature sell out her own people was so delicious.

 

“I… I… won’t!”

 

 

She moaned loudly. Writhing against the ropes as her body began to explode in pleasure. Unbearable, painful and yet ecstatic pleasure. Her nipples were growing hard as diamonds beneath her armor and she desperately wanted to break free of these bindings, strip out of her armor, and pinch and twist them furiously. 

 

“I…”

 

 

The ropes creaked and strained as she arched her back as much as she possibly could. Her face contorted into one of painful pleasure as her mouth twisted into a silent scream. The orgasmic pleasure kept building and building with no end in sight! She could feel her mind starting to fray and fall apart as any coherent thoughts became scrambled and disoriented. 

 

“I’ll talk!” She screamed. “I’ll tell you everything! Just–”

 

 

Her body started convulsing violently trying desperately to orgasm but completely unable to do so. Her eyes were now crossed. Her was so red now it looked like it was going to explode as rivulets of sweat dripped down her body and down into her cleavage.

 

“Where are the rest of your people?” Salza asked. Holding her fingers in front of the elves' glassy eyes so she could see them. “Tell me!.”

 

“N-n-n…” The words were struggling to come out in between her moans and panting. “N-north of here.” She panted. “Me and… and… oh gods. My companions have a secret encampment in the wilds! Look for the trees with crooked trunks near the border between here and the highlands!”

 

That made sense to Salza. Rangers often did have several hidden hideaways in the forests of the world to resupply themselves while nosing about in other’s business… and she knew she could teleport to that location easily enough.

 

“How many?” Salza asked as she twitched her fingers causing the elf to jolt in anticipation only to moan pitifully when nothing happened. This was torture. Blissful, ecstatic, painful torture. 

 

“Fuh…fuh…fuh.”

 

 

“FIVE!” she screamed her body now rigid and unresponsive as her mind started to come apart. “FIVE! FIVE! FIIIIIIIVE!” she rolled her lower body frantically and tried to press her face into Salza’s desperate for any touch that would relieve her of this madness. 

 

She told Salza more. She told her about the hideout’s defenses, that all of the elves were women… that they were all experienced and powerful rangers. She told them which hidden village they came from and where that was. It only took her ten minutes to tell her all this but by the end her voice was hoarse and ruined. She had screamed all of it out in a desperate attempt to bring some kind of release.

 

Salza just grinned. Still holding the elf she now caressed her hot, sweaty cheek tenderly with her perfectly manicured green fingers.

 

“Good, girl.” She said, glancing back at the elves' beautiful neck. “I think it’s time you get your… release.”

 

“Oh… oh… oh thank you.” the elf whispered. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou.” it was a mantra of madness and lunacy, one that could only be spoken by someone who had plunged into complete madness.

 

“Thank–” 

 

Salza curled her lips back and sunk her teeth into the elves neck and drank deeply and greedily. It was her turn now to tremble in orgasmic bliss as the rush of sweet, delicious elf blood hit her mouth. 

 

The elf gasped. The feel of Salza’s fangs was icy cold and that bitter coldness went from her neck to her whole body. Her pulse was fading. She could feel herself growing weaker and weaker but her body was trembling in pure bliss. Salza’s “kiss” may be fatal but it was finally giving her the orgasm she so desperatly needed.

 

Salza kept drinking as she drained the elf dry. Each drop of blood sends a jolt of joy from her mouth down to her toes and up to her fingers.  

 

Within minutes the elf was dry and Salza discarded her to the ground without a thought as she licked her lips and then sighed. Closing her eyes at the bliss she felt. She had felt powerful before but that blood had truly made her feel like a goddess. 

 

She wanted more. 

 

She needed more. 

 

“Five you say?” She said to the motionless elf. “I think I can eat at least three of those before I move on to important business.” She said with an evil glint in her eyes as she started to walk away from the corpse and back to the forest. 

 

Yes… she could deal with those elves and then head back to her tribe. She had no desire of eating any of them but she could make use of them for now. Then after that? Who knows! But she knew that the entire world was all hers and no one could stop her.

 

She was Salza after all!