User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Dark Elf Monsterhunter166

Prompt: Not so Happily Married (Dark Elf)

 I start by just asking what it looks like I'm doing.

"I-it can't be that. Y-you wouldn't leave me... right?" The pain's moved up to her eyes, glassing over with tears.

"Well, what usually happens if you abuse a pet? That's what I am, right? Your pet?" Seeing her like this, acting like she's the one who's been betrayed, it just makes me angry, and there may have been a touch of venom in my tone that I didn't mean to come out.

"P-pe..." I see something behind her eyes, some spark of recognition. "But... you're my husband. I'd never abuse you...." I give her a deadpan look, that doesn't seem to be what she was hoping for, since she starts sobbing.

"Oh, really? So then what was with the way you tied me up? The way you whipped me when you thought I'd fucked up? Or how about the fact that you don't even consider if I'm enjoying myself, ever?" The look she gives me is half utter confusion, half clear doubt.

"Y-you didn't... enjoy it?" She's not even looking at me now, eyes focused on her hands, her usual whip having been dropped onto the grass a few moments ago.

"No, I scream 'please don't hurt me' every time I'm having fun." She looks up from her hands, and I can see the strokes of the falling tears.

"But... but you never said you didn't like it. I thought you were just playing the part." Now it's my turn to be shocked.

"You can't be serious right now." She looks hurt all over again, "You're saying all it would've taken is a simple 'oh, honey, I don't actually enjoy being whipped and choked to within an inch of my life?!'" I start yelling partway through due to the sheer absurdity of it.

"I thought you were just enjoying it too much!" She shrieks, falling to her knees. She's broken down, crying into her hands. I'm not about to go into the possible range of her whip, but I also can't just leave her like this. She may be a bitch, and a sadist, and who knows what else, but she's also my wife, and apparently she does still love me.

"If this really was all just a misunderstanding, then tell me. Why haven't you said, once, in the last five years, I love you." She looks up from her hands, her black gloves stained darker with the tears, and just whimpers for a moment, before getting her voice under control.

"I... I thought I'd shown you my love. With every action that had you pressed against me, that had you flowing through me. I thought with everything I did I showed you how much I loved you. And now you tell me it was all '''pointless!?" '''She stands sharply, whip in hand. I'm about to bolt when she grabs the lashing tip and starts tearing at it. I can only stand there, stunned as she tears the leather whip apart with her own two hands.

Finally, when there's only the handle left, she cracks it against her leg, cracking the thing in two. After the brutal display she collapses, huffing loudly, but otherwise motionless and soundless. I caustiously approach, both because that was slightly terrifying, and because I'm still not convinced she's telling me the truth.

When I'm only a few steps away from her, she lunges at me. Her arms wrap around my shoulders and she buries her head into my neck, sobbing again. Her legs are crumpled in front of us, forcing me to support her weight. I stand there, confused and uneasy, for several long seconds while she sobs into my shoulder. As she starts to calm down, I hear quiet whispers, starting almost inaudible, despite her proximity to my ear, but slowly getting louder.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Please... please don't leave me. Please my beloved, caring, hopeful husband. Please don't leave me alone." I take a few seconds to reply, partially because I don't catch the entire request the first few times she repeats it. With a heavy sigh, I nod, putting one arm around her back, and the other on her head, holding her against me.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Okay. I'll give you another chance." Her arms wrap tighter around me, and her legs come up around my thighs.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"You will?" She cries "Oh, thank you, thank you thank you thank youthankyouthankyou!" Her thanks devolve into gibberish as her tears return. I walk the two of us back to the house, looking at the open second floor window looking over the garden. So much for the great escape.

<p style="font-weight:400;">We get inside, and I lay her on the bed, trying to get her off of me. "Nooooo...." She groans into my shoulder. "Lay down with me." With a sigh I get on the bed, and hold her, for once being the big spoon as we lay down. "I'm so sorry for how I treated you." She mutters, wriggling into me, "I promise, I won't listen to my mother's advice ever again."

<p style="font-weight:400;">Why does my life now make much more sense? Between the kidnapping, being forced to marry a random woman who I now realise thought the whole thing was consensual, and then spending five years being tortured with the intention of making me 'happy'.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Am I ever going to see your mother again?" I ask, partly worried about how she'll react to my lack of obedience, and partly worried about how tempted I might be to sock her in the face.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Well, only on my birthday. And hollidays. And on her birthday too...." She must feel me tense up, because she giggles impishly, "Don't worry. I promise, she won't touch you. I'll protect you from anything, husband." She's still moving like she's trying to get comfortable, but her motions are starting to grow more directed, particularly her ass which is starting to have an effect.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Do you want something?" I whisper in her ear.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Yeah, I want you to show me what makes you feel good." She says with a smile, turning her head to kiss me. As we start to lose our clothes, I make sure to show her exactly what makes me feel good. After a few caress' and gentle kisses, she flips us over so that she's riding me cowgirl.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"I may be horrified by what just happened, but I'm still a dark elf, being on top is what get's me going." She says with a sly smile, leaning down to kiss me. "But I'm also going to put everything you just showed me to good use." We stay in that position for a while, and even though she still rides me through several climaxes, I find myself enjoying the squeezed dry sensation I'm left with this time.

<p style="font-weight:400;">In the space of one evening my life went from miserable to enjoyable. All because I tried to runaway from a not-as-phsyco-as-I thought woman. I still despise her mother for putting me through five years of hell though.