Captivated Novels & Stories

The captive elven girl looked at him with enticement, half-opening her dreamy eyes, which were pleading sexual intimacy to him. Azalias was in a daze, and unknowingly his heated-up bird turned into a blazing dragon. Viens appeared on its shaft and was throbbing inwardly to enter the nectar cave. His mind stopped working as if he was under some enchanting spell as he approached the captive elven girl, and she spoke enticingly with irregular heavy breathing, "I beg...I beg you. Please, take me…I can't hold it anymore."

The same wild look from the other night comes into his eyes and I'm glad the water is pouring over us because I can feel my arousal gathering between my thighs. Something must be really wrong with me if I can be aroused by my captor. The man is dangerous and will probably kill me when all is said and done. I try to remember that but when his gaze roves over me with slow seduction, a spark of desire sets off the nest of bats in my stomach. My throat tightens with anticipation because I know his presence here like this can only mean one thing. "What are you going to do to me?" I hate how small my voice sounds.

This was a trap. The large screen suddenly lit up. The first photo: him in a high school classroom, letting Isabella rest her head on his shoulder. The afternoon sun streamed through a stained-glass window, casting a gentle silhouette on his face. The second photo: him on a rainy day, tilting a black umbrella toward Isabella, his own shoulder soaked. The third photo: him at a family party, standing beside Isabella, his expression soft. Every photo was taken from a carefully chosen angle, creating an illusion of intimacy.

I whimper against his neck as he moves faster, pushing me closer to the edge. His eyes meet mine, burning straight into me as he moves faster. His breath quickens and catches with the rhythm as sweat beads across his upper lip, dampening the strands of hair hanging in his eyes. I almost don’t hear him at all as I cry out in pleasure, but the softness of his voice catches my attention. He whimpers tenderly, in a way I’ve never heard from him before. We’re suspended for a moment, frozen with our bodies pressed together. He slowly pulls back, his eyes studying me as his face turns.

Under the flickering lights, her allure intensified captivating everyone's attention. She calmly accepted the intense gazes from all directions, her lithe body moving like a swirling snake to the rhythm of the music, exuding a seductive and alluring charm. Her eyes flashed with the invitation, making every man present think of only one thing, how to spend a passionate night with this captivating creature.

It was a moment frozen in time, where I couldn't help but be captivated by her radiance. This is weird; really weird. Why do I suddenly feel attracted to her? Why do I suddenly have the urge to be with her? This sudden feeling makes me wonder if she does something to me because that can be the only explanation for my strange feelings towards her. As I found myself completely captivated by her beauty, my instincts kicked in, urging me to move closer. It felt like my heart was about to burst with anticipation. Without any hesitation, I leaned in closer to her face, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

His sharp jawline and chiseled lips seemed chiseled from unyielding as his cold wet lips pressed against my neck. He grabbed my hand and and pressed it against my pussy, rubbing my clit in rhyme. My mouth fell open, watery with no words out only to for an 'o'. I felt myself burning up and my hand moved faster then slipped in. I inhaled as I find my good spot. sweat ran down his body giving a glittering view and that only increased the chance I had. Grabbing my breast, I went faster, in with two fingers. My pussy now wer and slippery only made it more fun as my sensation began to build. My throat felt dry.

Then Tyler says, quietly but with absolute conviction: "She's been conditioned. That's what they do." "She wasn't, it didn't look like conditioning. It looked real." "It always looks real." He pulls a chair around and sits facing me, elbows on his knees. "Leo. That's the whole mechanism. It's not fake happiness they manufacture, it's real happiness they engineer. They create circumstances that make the captive feel genuinely safe, genuinely accepted, genuinely valued, and then that feeling becomes the evidence the captive uses to tell themselves they're not a captive." I want to argue with him. I sit with the impulse and let it pass.

"I've noticed how you stare at me on occasion. Isn't there a part of you that desires this? Wants me to take you and make you mine?" He'd noticed, of course. Some part of me had hoped against hope that he wouldn't, but he did. I tried everything I could to keep from flushing, but it was futile. At the very least, he admitted that my attraction was minor. If I willed it, it would be small enough to suffocate between two fingertips like a fading spark. Unfortunately, it was barely more than a smouldering fire right now. I was being distracted by his eye contact. His wandering fingers tickled and scorched my skin, as did the one at my throat. "That's not the case - "

"My, my little plaything feeling a little needy are we?" The voice cuts straight through the cotton wool in her head. It's deep, melodic, and mesmerizing. Every word expands to fill her mind and becomes all she knows, all she wants to know. That wolfish grin and eyes like embers are barely visible in the candlelight at the other side of the room. "You, my little plaything, robbed me of my fun. The thrill of the hunt." As he moves closer to the foot of the bed, she tries to make out more details of her captor. She discovers the only thing she can focus on though is those eyes. Drawing her in and further down into them.