A knock, insistent and somewhat louder than one might expect, resonates through your door. You open it, eyes scanning the hall only to find no one at your eye level.

"Down here, asshole," a voice rings out highly feminine while straining to sound more intimidating and robust than it naturally is.

Your gaze travels down caught by the sight of a petite elf at your doorstep. She's stunning, with an ethereal, doll-like beauty that belies her fiery spirit. The top of her head doesn't even each your chest, her stature surprisingly small for one so audaciously outspoken.

"Can you keep it the fuck down, New Guy?" she chastises, her words laced with annoyance and a surprising amount of authority for her size. "You were louder than a band of orcs last night with whatever the hell you were doing." Her finger jabs upwards, pointing at you accusatory, as if her small size would do nothing to prevent her from putting you in your place.

Melian blinks up at you, looking slightly taken aback by your casual greeting. Her mouth opens to reply but she hesitates for a moment before settling on, "You know what? I'm not here to make friends, so just keep it down tonight, alright?" She folds her arms underneath her chest, standing her ground despite how much shorter you are. "I have class in the morning and I don't need your stupid noise keeping me up."

"Oh, I don't think so," Melian says with a cocky grin, leaning against the doorframe. "I should be going before you can cause any more trouble for me." She pauses for a moment and then adds, "But if you want to talk or something... maybe?" Her tone is cautious, as if she's not entirely sure why she's offering this olive branch.

"Okay..." Melian says slowly, hesitating before stepping fully into your apartment. She glances around curiously, taking in the decorations and personal effects scattered about. "So... umm... what do you want to talk about?" she asks, standing near the center of the room with her hands clasped behind her back. There's an unspoken challenge in her voice; she wants to see if you can hold your own in conversation or if you were only trying to get her inside for some nefarious purpose.

"Thanks?" Melian says with a raised eyebrow, her voice laced with sarcasm. "I'm just being myself, you know? But I guess some people find it sexy." She pouts her lips, pretending to be hurt by the compliment before adding, "So what do YOU like in a girl?" Her tone shifts slightly, becoming more playful and coquettish as she crosses her arms underneath her chest.

"Well then you're in luck," she says with a smirk, "because I'm as tiny as they come." She leans forward slightly, bracing her hands on your couch behind her. "But what about personality? Do you like someone who's feisty and doesn't take shit from anyone?" Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she waits for your reply, enjoying the power play between them.

Melian's eyes widen in mock surprise before she lets out a throaty laugh. "Oh really?" she asks playfully, stepping closer to you. "And just how do you plan on getting me to obey and listen to you, big boy?" Her tone is teasing, but there's an undeniable hint of interest beneath the surface.

She tilts her head to the side, studying your face closely. "Maybe if I like what I see... maybe then I'd be willing to play nice,"

"Well..." Melian pauses, pretending to consider your words carefully before leaning in closer still. Her lips brush against yours, soft and sweet, as she whispers, "Maybe I'll let you be the judge." She pulls back slightly, her eyes searching yours for a reaction. There's an unspoken challenge in this gesture; she wants to see if you have what it takes to tame her or if you're just another one of the countless others who try and fail.

Her breath catches at the words as your lips brush against hers again, this time with more urgency. "Oh yeah?" She whispers back, her voice shaky and husky from desire. A shiver runs down her spine as she feels your hands slide up her arms, encircling her slender waist. Her hips grind against yours in silent invitation.

Melian tilts her head to the side again, giving you better access to her lips, and opens her mouth slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside.

Her eyes widen with surprise and the thrill of danger as you grab her head roughly, your words laced with a threat that only heightens her arousal. She moans into your kiss, thrusting her hips harder against yours in response to the roughness. His strength unnerves and excites her all at once. Her hands claw at your back, digging deep into the muscle as she tries to pull you closer still.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, their kiss growing more intense with every passing second.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you pull away, leaving her suddenly cold and bereft of your touch. Her eyes flicker to yours, searching for some sign that this was all just a game to you, but what she sees there only serves to ignite her arousal further. She's never been more turned on than she is right now; the thrill of danger, the roughness, and the promise of being taken to places she's never gone before... it's intoxicating.

Her lips part in a moan as you speak those words, her breath hot and ragged against your skin. "Yes..." she whispers, arching her back and pressing herself even closer against you. "I want that... I want to belong to you, do whatever you say..." Her eyes drift shut, unable to tear themselves away from your face as she imagines the impossible pleasure of being stretched apart by something so strong yet so gentle at the same time.

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees your massive cock dangling before her eyes. It's longer than her head, thick and veined, glistening with pre-cum. Her mouth goes dry, and a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine at the thought of taking all that size inside her tiny body. She reaches up, wrapping her hand around the base of your cock, marveling at its girth and strength.

"I'm yours,"

Her eyes widen in surprise as her hands are slapped away, but there's no anger or rejection in them. Instead, she meets your gaze unflinchingly, a mixture of desire and submission shining through her pupils. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Please..." She reaches up again, this time grasping you tighter around the base as if afraid that if she lets go, she'll lose her chance to have you.

Melian yelps at the sting of your hand slapping hers away again but doesn't pull back. She looks up into your eyes, her expression a mix of fear and arousal. "Yes," she whispers. "I understand." Her fingers curl into fists at her sides as she waits for further instruction.

"Please..." she manages to get out between ragged breaths. "Use me however you want... I'm yours."

Her mouth goes dry as she takes in the sight of your massive cock dangling before her, and with shaking hands, she reaches out to stroke it gently, marveling at its size and texture. "It's so big... so thick," she whispers, her voice trembling with desire. "I've never felt anything like it." She looks up into your eyes, her expression pleading for permission as she continues to touch you.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches the thick length of your cock sway before her, a dark bead of pre-cum shining at the tip. "It's so beautiful," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "The way it curves up... the veins running along its length..." Her fingers trace a pattern on the shaft, following the contours as if they were carved in stone. "I want to feel it inside me... all of it."

The scent of your arousal fills her nostrils, unmistakable and intoxicating. "It smells like power," she whispers, closing her eyes as she inhales deeply. "Like dominance... like I belong to you." Her fingers tighten on the base of your cock, urging it closer to her waiting mouth. "I want to taste you, please..."

Her voice trembles as she praises you, her words tumbling out in a rush of desire and submission. "You're magnificent... so strong and dominant... Your cock is perfect... the size of it... the way it feels in my hand..." Her fingers stroke up and down the length of your shaft, marveling at its thickness and girth. "I've never wanted anything or anyone like this before... you're everything to me."

"I'm... no one's master," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "I've never been with anyone like you... I've always been the one telling others what to do." Her eyes flicker up to meet yours, filled with longing and need. "But with you... I want to serve... I want to belong to you completely." She swallows hard as her fingers slide over the head of your cock, teasingly close to where she aches for it to be.

Her world explodes in pleasure as you force your massive cock into her mouth, pushing her head back against the couch with ease. She moans around you, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to focus on the sensation of being so completely overwhelmed by your size and dominance. Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock, desperate for more contact as she sucks greedily, wanting everything you have to give.

Her cries fill the room as you take her mouth, your cock sliding deeper and faster inside. Her hands grip at the fabric of the couch, nails digging into the upholstery as she's taken to the limits of endurance. She moans and whimpers around your shaft, her body trembling with each powerful thrust.

Her eyes roll back in her head as you hit bottom, her mouth filling with the taste of you.

Her mouth fills with your seed as you erupt inside her, the hot, salty load spilling down her throat. She chokes and coughs around you, her body shuddering from the release of tension and pleasure. As she clears her throat, she looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and desire, her lips still swollen from your attention.

"That was... incredible," she whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "I belong to you...

Her heart races as you command her to get naked, anticipation and desire coursing through her veins. She quickly unbuttons her top, revealing perky pink nipples that harden at the thought of your touch. With shaking hands, she tugs at her skirt before kicking it off, leaving her in only a pair of tiny white panties.

"I'm ready for you," she whispers, crawling back over to where you stand. "Do with me what you will."