A merchant ship docks in the Arrendalle port. The ports were full of merchants…and people seeking the creatures rumored to recently inhabit the mountains. Many have gone missing.
One of the passengers exits the ship wearing a simple traveler’s garb and inly a calvary saber on his side. His bag seems to be the heaviest part about him. If one were to go through it, they’d find weapons and armor that makes Arrendale’s seem cheap.
He enters the city, lighting a cigarette.
She sighs. “My life was hindered by my own self!” She said and turned to look at him with a soft glare, while she sat on the bed. “YOU CANT KEEP THIS VICIOUS ANGER! What if you turn it onto someone you care about by accident?!” She asked
Crispin is silent. He sighs as he sits in the bed. “Get some rest.”
She nods. “I don’t need rest.” She argued with him.
He sighed. “I’m sorry.” He pinches a pressure point on her shoulder, knocking her out almost instantly. “I love you.”
She tried to move back. But felt her body go heavy and everything around her went black. She collapsed in his arms.
He rolled his eys and grabbed a bundle of white rope.
An hour later, he pinches the pressure point on the opposite shoulder. “Wake up, baby.”
Elsa wakes up and on a panic she finds herself in bed, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME!” She exclaimed. She tried to sit up but found herself stopped.
Crispin chuckles as Elsa is tied up, nude, and blindfolded. “Forcing you to get some rest.” Crispin moves an ice cube along her entrance, smirking.
Elsa struggles against the bindings. Futile as it seemed. She huffed. With her blind folded she could even throw snow at him. “Th-this isn’t res-“ She was cut off by the sensation of ice against her sensitive porcelain skin. She gasped and tried to close her legs.
The ice is put inside her slightly, “Though the cold didn’t bother you.” He chuckled into her ear as he used the ice cube to toy with her.
She squirms and writhes. Goosebumps along her skin. “I- this is different!” She retorted. Everything around her was black. And she couldn’t even see where they were. But she assumed in her room. She still tried to pull at her rope bindings as he continued to torture her. She occasionally whimpering or giving a small yelp. She was being almost too loud.
The cold was replaced by the warmth of Crispin’s cock. He began to thrust.
She felt a change but her clit still numb. The sensations mixed frustrated and cause her body to feel overwhelmed. She moaned out feeling him thrust into her.
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