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HORNY ABOUT ELVES

>>10606

You should probably have that checked.

Properly civilised elves know these facts already, and would never dream of asking their masters to degrade themselves thus. It falls to the most noble among them to set a proper example for their sisters.

As always, the upstanding members of the Integration Corps are happy to show elfkind the way to a happier and more fulfilled life.

>>10739

>>10740

These are wonderfully done and very striking.

I get the idea of reserving vaginal sex for human women is both very submissive and an effective form of birth control too, but is that what human men and women want? Many human women have discovered they're cuckqueans thanks to elf girls and some of them don't want any limits on their elf vixens. They want their man and their elves to be as close together as possible, especially if the elf is very beautiful and irresistible (which is usually the case).

I'm in two minds about it. You have human cuckqueans saying they themselves shouldn't be allowed to have vaginal sex (outside of having children) and then these elves saying they shouldn't be allowed it either. What are men supposed to think?

>>10745

>Human women as the cuckqueans

This is just another elvish trick to rob us of our greatest resource, our precious bodily fluids.

>>10746

Human men can only marry human women which therefore makes them cuckqueans and elf girls vixens. Do you have a problem with that?

>>10747

Maybe human men should just marry elf girls and cuck them with human vixens then, huh?

>>10748

Either of those are fine. It's really up to you. But elves are intelligent creatures so while it's fine to treat her like a pet sometimes she's not literally a pet. A good elf girl should adapt to whatever her human owners want but it's also a good idea to match up the right elves with the right humans.

>>10749

Before someone replies to that saying your post is heresy, let me first say your post is heresy. What does cuckquean and vixen mean in terms of who is dominant and who is submissive? The truth is it can be completely different depending on the individuals.

>>10751

Yes, exactly. It's just fantasy. An elf girl who "steals" a human man from his wife is only doing it out of service to both of them when it comes down to it. The problem is sometimes people take it too seriously and think it represents reality. No one is saying all human women should be relegated to the spare room or couch as one or more elf girls take over the bedroom duties. Likewise the complete opposite example you give shouldn't be prescribed in a blanket fashion either.

The real question is not whether or not men and elves should be together but how much say human women have over it. Not every human woman is completely submissive and some are not even cuckqueans. How should they react to an elf girl moving into their home? Given how beautiful and seductive elf girls are it's not realistic to expect her husband not to fall for the girl so something has to be worked out.

>>10748

>If I'm ever lucky enough to own an elf girl, how do you suggest I treat her? Like a servant? Concubine? Pet? Something else?

Like a threat to the integrity of human society.

>>11053

This is a great way of putting it. What we want to see is discussion and understanding, not insulting anyone's dignity. No one is being forced to do anything or being told to think a certain way. My understanding of human marriage is that the woman agrees "to love, cherish, and obey" her husband, and that marriage is freely entered into. So let's focus on the benefits of elf girls in the context of marriage like this anon is doing.

>>11055 (Checked)

True. Along the same lines It got me thinking that although this board is about the cuckquean fetish, having elf girls in a marriage barely counts as that. If we were talking about human vixens, monster girls, robot girls, etc, that would be one thing, but this is just harmless elf girls. They are so submissive, so little of a threat, so safe, that it almost doesn't qualify in my opinion.

>>11058

The rules you list are a compromise that most people and elves seem to be happy with. They're not laws, but some of them probably should be, like marriage being between a human man and woman. Not everyone is going to follow them to the letter, which is fine. The main thing is that elf girls are kept in second place to human women. So far no one has objected to that. We haven't heard any elf opinions in this thread or the previous one (some people were suspected of being elves but they proved they were human), but from what I know of elves they go along with all of this happily.

>>11050

Now this I just don't understand. How? Why? The list of pros and cons is absolutely stuffed with "pros" but so far there are no "cons", that I've seen anyway.

Household penetration of elves continues to grow; analysts point to increased accessibility deriving from a surplus of volunteers and an increasingly sophisticated matching service.

>>11055

This is very true. It's well known that elves who have never shown even slightly sapphic tendencies among their own kind become uncompromisingly bisexual when in contact with a human woman. "It's not gay if it's a human" is a well-known saying among those elf females who've discovered the effect first-hand.

Interestingly, the bisexuality effect seems to persist between elves who have been asked by a human to assist each other with their sexual training routines. Interviews that attempt to establish why this might be are simply greeted with non-comprehension followed by confused protests that "of course" this is how they feel. I hypothesise that elf females do not actually experience sexual attraction in the sense humans know it (i.e. attraction towards sets of characteristics), but rather form their entire sexuality around making humans happy.

Frequently Asked Questions: New Elf Owners

Where can I get an elf for my home?

The best resource for prospective elf owners is the Elf Integration Project. The EIP is a non-governmental organization that operates internationally, with the goal of properly integrating elves into human society and households. They will be able to set you up with a supplier for elves in your area.

Should I get an elf girl or an elf boy?

That’s really up to you! It all depends on what you want in an elf. Girls do tend to be a little more expensive, as their sexual use is more popular, and it has become common for women to buy them as gifts for their husbands. For those less concerned about sexual use of their elf, either sex will work fine. Elves are far less sexually dimorphic than humans, and both sexes have similar ranges of temperament. As such, both males and females will be similarly equipped for handling most non-sexual duties.

If I’m owning an elf, isn’t that slavery?

Technically speaking, yes, owning an elf could be considered a form of slavery. But by the same token, owning a pet could be considered slavery. You own your cat or dog, but they are loving companions that are much healthier and happier living in your home than they would be in the wild. Elves are much the same, only smarter, and capable of improving your life in even more ways; and their lives are improved by ownership just as much. Some do call them slaves, but it’s important not to get hung up on the wording. Elf ownership is good for everyone.

But there are bad pet owners, and laws for treatment of animals - is there something similar for elves?

Absolutely! In the United States, the Bureau of Elven Affairs oversees the fair treatment of elves, and most developed countries have a similar agency to make sure that elves, both in household and in designated preserves, are treated fairly and humanely. While, just like animals, elves are not granted, nor are able to have, all the rights that humans have, they do have rights. Owners are expected to treat them well and care for them appropriately.

Do I need to get my elf fixed?

Not necessarily. Some owners do, though usually through less invasive methods than with animals - sterilization without the removal of the gonads. This prevents undesirable hormonal shifts that may occur and interfere with potential sexual duties of the elf. It also can commonly be reversed, in case the owner changes their mind and decides they want to breed their elf. Full sterilization is still done, but is much less common.

Frequently Asked Questions: Elves and Chastity

Why do people attach chastity devices to their elves?

Recapping what was discussed in the previous section, elves have something of a significant libido. This comes as a surprise to some, since some elves will try very hard to distance themselves from association with their baser urges, and attempt to present themselves as more dignified. Ironically, the reason for this behavior is commonly to impress humans, as a means to get attention from them, particularly sexual attention. This already high libido will frequently spike even higher in the presence of humans, especially those that they’ve developed affection for.

Since we can’t always be giving them sexual attention, and most of us want more out of our elf than just sex, it’s common to lock away access to their genitals. This prevents them from spending their time masturbating when they should be attending to other duties.

Beyond that, it reinforces the hierarchy, and reminds them of their place in the household. Chastity devices remind them who their body belongs to, and who can permit or deny them release.

And when it does come time to use them sexually, you’ll find that they are very focused on their duties, and make better lovers due to their time in chastity.

Overall, chastity provides a structure that makes elves healthier, happier, and more devoted to their masters.

How often do I need to let them out?

That really depends on sort of duties you have your elf performing, their sex, and your own personal preference.

Elf girls generally need to be let out once a week for cleaning, as their devices will cover more area, and there are more sanitary concerns. Some belts will require more or less frequent cleanings, depending on design, and you should check with your manufacturer.

Elf boys can generally go a little longer, and 2-3 weeks is recommended, though some have certainly gone much longer without any problem. Again, it does depend on the model, and you should consult the manufacturer.

If your elf is regularly performing more strenuous or less sanitary activities in a warmer environment, you may want to let them out more frequently.

How long you let them out is up to you. Some people keep their elves locked up in a permanent fashion, only letting them out for cleaning, and then putting them back in immediately. Some will take them out only for sexual use, and put them back afterwards. Some more lenient owners will allow entire days without their chastity devices, or use time out of the belt as a reward for good behavior. It’s really up to you, but it’s recommended that you establish some sort of routine for how you will manage your elf’s chastity, as this will reinforce the structure provided by the device.

Do I need to let my elf out of chastity when I use them sexually?

Not at all! Many owners leave their elves in chastity most of the time, and this includes during most kinds of sex.

An elf girl’s chastity belt will, by nature, prevent vaginal intercourse, so if you want to indulge your elf girl by allowing her vaginal penetration, or otherwise interact with her vagina, you will of course need to remove the belt. However, most belts are designed to readily allow anal penetration while it’s still being worn. This will give the added benefit of not having to worry about her reaching orgasm without your permission, or having the rare accidental conception.

Elf boys are even easier. Since the elven penis is commonly considered inadequate for any form of penetrative sex, and largely unnecessary in general, any sexual acts he will perform will not be hindered by the lack of access to it. The rest of his body is freely accessible, and some chastity cages will even allow free access to his testicles if you so desire it.

Frequently Asked Questions: Newly and Soon-to-be Owned Elf Girls (Part 1)

Human penis size noticeably more significant than elven penis size, is normal sex even possible?

This is a common concern of newly owned elf girls, as many are not fully aware of the physical differences between human and elven men until they actually see their master naked for the first time. While human men can vary dramatically in penis size, they will be consistently much larger than the average elven male.

But rest assured, elven domestication would not be the massive industry it is today if a traditional union between man and elf were not possible. There may be some pain at first, but just make sure you and your new master take things slow, and you should be fine. The elven body seems delicate, but it is more sturdy and resilient than it appears, and with time, can easy adjust to accept penetration by humans. This may result in less satisfying unions with elven males, but for those elf girls who wished to be owned by humans, this is likely an insignificant concern.

I know it’s selfish, but I find that I don’t seem to receive as much attention from my master as I’d like, is there anything I can do to remedy this?

Many newly owned elf girls find themselves a bit smitten with their human masters, this is completely normal and healthy. This devotion is part of the reason that domestic elves are so popular. But please understand that your master may be occupied with duties both in and out of the household. This is frequently the case if your master is married, or has other household domestics. It isn’t that uncommon for a married man of modest means to have a wife, an elf, a cat or dog girl, and sometimes an advanced gynoid present in the house.

This can be a lot of responsibility for him! They each require his attention and affection, and of course, his wife always comes first. Many elf girls find themselves wanting of their master’s attention, particularly sexual attention.

Once you adjust to a routine, you should feel more comfortable, but you can always increase your chances of receiving more frequent attention through diligence in your household duties. This will not only make your master not have to worry about keeping his household in order, but will make him more fond of you, and more likely to spend his time with you.

My (married) mistress is somewhat cold towards me, have I done something wrong?

Some married women are new to the idea of having a domestic elf girl in the house, particularly one that engages in sexual activities with her husband. Some have trouble seeing elf girls as different than human women, and therefore nothing to be jealous over. However, these old-fashioned jealousies are only a temporary barrier, and most married women will get over them. After all, they did agree, or even decide themselves, to bring you into their home.

You can expedite this process by making sure you show your submission and attend to her needs. Many newly owned elf girls are so attached to their masters that they forget their mistresses have needs too! Make sure you attend to any practical or sexual needs she may have. Show her that you know your place - this may mean asking her first before you seek sexual attention from your master. It is after, her husband, not yours.

I was purchased by a married couple, and they made their expectations clear that I was to serve them both sexually, but I’m completely heterosexual. What should I do?

This isn’t unusual for elf girls from more traditionalist villages. Some do not even realize the possibility of serving human women sexually until they are confronted with it. But this isn’t as much of a problem as you may think.

When you were in your village, you had to consider things like your sexual preference, but those concerns are behind you. You don’t have to worry about determining your manner of sexuality, as your new human owners will decide it for you. It may seem strange at first, if you had not considered yourself to be bisexual prior to this, however most elf girls do find that they adjust very quickly after being asked to sexually service their mistress. In fact, it isn’t entirely uncommon for elf girls to develop something of an infatuation with their mistress after that first sexual encounter.

>>10788

>its the brown elves that live in caves, blue elves are night elves. you can tell by the white hair.

>bringing that warcraft shit into our proper elf thread

>putting it at the tail end of the old thread, like we wouldn't notice

>>11392

>that feel when you've never played an MMO and you tried to warn others they were a time wasting Skinner box but they didn't listen then years later they admit you were right

>>11408

>will smith

>from the director of suicide squad

Reminds me of Alien Nation. I mean there's a chance this might be good but I'm not holding my breath.

>>11413

I don't have high hopes for it, I just hope it inspires others filmmakers to put elves and other 'fantasy' creatures in modern day or futuristic settings.

>>11415

Well you do get a glimpse of some elves in the trailer, although who knows how big a role they play. The only movies with elves in a modern setting that I can think of are Hellboy 2 and Thor 2, and they were the antagonists in both of those.

You know, I'm honestly surprised there hasn't been a Shadowrun movie, it would seem the setting would be good for all kinds of scripts better than a lot of the stuff Hollywood has been putting out. Are the movie rights tied up in some legal clusterfuck or something?

Gate was mostly in a fantasy setting. The clash of modern technology against that world. But it did have some other settings for brief periods. The anime is quite good so I would recommend watching it for those moments, and the rest of it is quite exciting too.

>>11424

Was that game was the one where you couldn't even loot bodies or save? Seeing as they had to go to kickstarter to adapt it that tells me there is no real mainstream audience for that universe as far as the money men are concerned. I can see why people donated though because it's an appealing idea. Shame about the execution.

>>11429

As it stands it seems like nothing will change until someone just says "fuck it" and writes a novel or comic or something. It's up to us really. So if you have ideas let's here them. But it seems like such an obvious gap because I thought lots of humans like elves and want to see more of them. Elves are very attractive and interesting in real life too so it is a shame.

Dwarves need to feel better about themselves because they are so short and not very smart. I think it's great that they can find some popularity.

>more popular than elves

But don't say stuff like this though because they'll get their hopes up too high (ie above four feet).

>>11394

The actual gameplay of most MMO's tend to be skinner boxes, but the interactions between players are not. MMO's are frankly more like social networks than like games.

Eve online is probably the most extreme example of it (and of how amoral Ayn Rand anarcho-capitalism can screw you over), though it is present to a lesser extent in most MMO's.

>>11434

>MMO's are frankly more like social networks than like games

Fucking normalfags. The only acceptable social interaction in games is calling out enemy contacts, requesting fire missions, screaming dramatically when you get shot, or doing ASMR.

>>11430

There were manual saves, and it got better after some patches and the 2 expansion contained many improvements to gameplay. There's also the multiplayer enabled Boston Lockdown (only PvE though). They would have had to rework the economy with corpse looting though.

>>11437

You're right, I see they added saves in a patch. They really should have just designed it right in the first place. They did get over $1.8M. Along similar lines, in Rage you couldn't pick up guns the enemies dropped. It's fascinating that developers could be that lazy (or incompetent) because my reaction at both times was finding it first unbelievable and then insulting.

We can hope that positive things will come out of both a AAA crash and an indie/kickstarter crash. People will look at what's happened and do things differently in the future. Number one would be get basic things to work in your prototype before going out finding money for graphics, sound, music, voice acting, and so on. I get some things we think of as basic are actually quite difficult to do but the point is they're considered basic by the audience.

>>11441

Yes so it's not as if anyone has a problem with elves in games or any other kind of media, even in the setting is different from the stereotypical one. The demand is clearly there.

>>11443

I think in both cases there is probably a real reason for it which we've never been told. For example repurposing a mobile game from a previously failed project in the case of Shadowrun Returns is one theory. Explains the initial lack of saving and how dumbed down it is. Looting is even more important for an RPG type game because it's not just guns but everything on the body for example equipment, a key or some others quest items. Besides, it's something people expect.

>>11534

Being a reasonable /pol/ack is fine, but getting so anally triggered by every little thing impedes conversation.

>>11536

It's not a good post or question either regardless of how you feel about the tone. What possible answer is there? Because the artist drew it that way? It comes across as edgy or dumb, as does this post >>11534

>internet h8 machine

I mean, who says that these days and what possible connection does it have to 8chan? As a human I find it unlikely that a /pol/ack would use this phraseology. To me it has a strong halfchan or reddit vibe.

I get why some of us humans object to elves being depicted in a way that reflects humans when we aren't human. So for example it is disingenuous to depict dark skinned / brown elves as black humans with ears. For a start all different colours of elves have different hair and eye colours.

>>11547

Why don't you go make positive contributions on some board where your presence is valued?

>>11546

What do you mean? Are you saying I'm a species traitor? How so? All I have ever done is try to promote ideas about how elves can serve humans.

>>11547

You might not like elves but lots of humans do. If you're not interested in them then no one is forcing you to be. It's also fine to have preferences for different types of elves. If a human couple only wants blonde haired blue eyed elves then that's fine. The whole point is to match suitable elves and humans together.

"Master, I don't mean to be too bold, but… I'm concerned," I finally speak up, about a week later than I should have.

"About?" he replies without looking up from his book.

"About this. All this," I gesture down at the papers and rune circle on the floor, "It's just…" I chew on my lip.

"Out with it Lorelei. You know your counsel is important to me on these matters," he finally looks up with a warm smile.

I can't help but blush a little at the praise, "Is it really wise? Summoning one of these things? They can be very dangerous."

"Having doubts about your skill as a teacher?"

"It isn't that. I'm confident and my abilities, and you clearly have a talent for this, Master. But this is all going so fast," I nervously play with my hair, hoping he'll drop all this and come to his senses, "It's only been a few months since we started. I feel like we're rushing into this."

"We've gone over the seals and contracts again and again, it's air-tight. I think you're worrying over nothing," he takes a piece of chalk and puts a few more markings on the floor, "Besides, worse comes to worse, it'll never get out of the house."

"Technically, that should be the case, but I've not had a chance to re-examine the wards. Your aunt put them up a long time ago, and-"

"-And you told me they'd last a thousand years," he interrupts me with a playful smile.

"…I did say that, and in theory they'll hold, but we never tested against-" and he interrupts me again, this time with an index finger to the lips.

"I think you're less afraid of what could happen if things go wrong, and more afraid of if everything goes right. Lorelei, you won't- can't be, replaced. Especially not by some hellspawn. You are my prized elf, and nothing will change that."

My cheeks erupt in a flush of bright red, "N-no! That's not at all what I was-"

He hushes me again and kisses my forehead, "Let's get started, everything's in order."

I could protest further, but I know when I'm facing a lost cause. Humans are stubborn like that. We both kneel and begin the preliminary rituals. At first I think we've done something wrong and are just talking to some chalk drawings on the floor, and I'm almost relieved.

But then the weird stuff starts. The light starts to go down, even though it's midday and there's a bay window in the room. I can still see the sky and the sun outside, but it's like something's sucking the light out. The dust and bits of chalk seem to drift wherever they please, and the inner circles, drawn in rams blood, start to drip upwards, towards the ceiling.

And all at once, she's there, in the center of the circle. Perhaps the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, her agonizingly perfect form is somewhat marred by the unguligrade lower legs that jut from her knees, terminating in cloven hooves, the curved horns sprouting from her head, and the long, flexible tail that flows from above her rear.

I was expecting her to be nude, that's not a surprise. What is a surprise, is the involuntary effect it has on my body. All at once, my heart is pounding, my skin is hot, and my pussy is drenched. If it weren't for my chastity belt, I fear I'd be dripping all over the floor. For the first time, I think I feel grateful to have my pussy locked away, because not only am I overcome with this arousal, but also a deep, intense fear for what this creature could do to me.

Master looks fine. Humans.

I can only guess that some level of this demon's aura has been cast over him, though. Beneath his clothing, his cock must be rock hard and throbbing, with the beautiful head slowing dripping that moisture, his body readying… Ahem. Did I mention how overwhelmingly aroused this has made me?

But he keeps his composure completely, and approaches the circle where she is trapped, for now.

"I take it the contract in my summons interests you, else you wouldn't be here. Let's talk," he says all too casually, like he isn't talking to a whore of Satan that he pulled from out of hell.

She gives a smile that sends chills down my spine. And makes my clit throb. Dammit.

>>11625

Even with master demonstrating his strength and confidence in talking to a gorgeous demon with a silky voice standing in a glowing runic circle, the details of their discussion are… a bit dull, to be honest. Going over specifics and technicalities to make sure she doesn't find a loophole to get free, establishing in clarity that she must serve his whims - all stuff that was already included in the contract etched into the summoning circle, I might add. Seems like some part of hell is run by lawyers. I mean, you can add your own joke there, if you want.

"Very well, then for my time on earth, I shall indeed call you my master," she says. I could add how she says it smugly, but everything she says sounds smug, so I'll start repeating myself, "And you may call me-"

"Let's not pretend you're going to give me your real name, if you were, this contract business would be moot," master very astutely interjects, "And I'm not going to pronounce one of those god awful demonic messes of a name if it isn't real. I'm just going to call you Lucy."

"If you would like," she smirks, offering out her hand, "I think we have an understanding. Shake this poor sinner's hand?"

I wince a little as master reaches out, as if the world will come to a stop when he clasps it. But it doesn't. All that happens is the circle beneath her feet, er, hooves, stops glowing. And I know that we're stuck with her for awhile.

She stretches her arms like it was cramped in that circle. And arches her back. And shows off her tits. Somehow I don't think it was incidental.

"Well then, shall we get to serving some of those, how did you put it - whims?" she smiles (again, smugly, but it's safe to assume it always is) and moves in closer.

Master remains standing like a stone wall as she reaches directly for his crotch. I guess subtlety isn't a strong point for hell-sluts. But then something neither of us expected happened. There is a brief flash and a quiet crack, and her hand is repelled like it had been slapped away. The look irritation and confusion (and somehow, still smugness) that comes across her face is priceless, and I have to stifle a giggle.

"Serving my whims means serving them when and where I want. And my whims aren't always necessarily related to your satisfaction. So I've established some barriers," master says very matter-of-factly.

Her eyes narrow in annoyance, "You're a mage."

"With a quality teacher," he smiles and I can't help but beam a little, "But I need some hands-on practice, and so here you are. Oh, and before I forget, in case you get the idea of serving your own whims when not in my presence…"

He reaches out and touches the center of her upper chest with his fingertips, and flashes of symbols appear all over her body. She recoils as though they burn, but regains her composure as they fade from sight. She examines master for a moment before reaching for her own crotch as she did for master's, with the same result repeating itself.

"It will react to your intent, so it shouldn't impede normal movement," he tells her, receiving another annoyed expression in return.

But it doesn't last, and she regains her full measure of smugness in just a moment, "No matter. There isn't a man alive who can resist me. We just have to find what you like."

>>11658

Her hair changes from it's red color to black, to brown to blonde. Her form changes from it's demonic state, to one of her without hooves, horns, or a tail, "I'm sure there's something that gets you going," she looks sideways at me with a smile (you know what kind), and then in an instant, she IS me. A nude copy of me. But with fuller lips, a larger chest, and wider hips. I guess being a bitch is part of the deal when you're a succubus.

I avert my eyes and try to pretend my whole body isn't becoming flushed.

"No, that won't be necessary," master tells her. He snaps his fingers and her body suddenly shifts back it's original form, "If there's something specific I want from you, it will be mine. And right now, what I want is to deny you.

"Come now, you can't possibly just want to…" she pauses, and looks almost not-smug for a moment, and her eyes fly wide. Her nose twitches and she carefully assesses him, "No. No way. It can't be."

She leans in close. Too close, honestly, but she doesn't quite touch him, clearly trying to avoid being repelled again. Her nose twitches faster and that wide grin sneaks back across her face, "You're a virgin!"

Master continues to- Wait, what?!

No, no. That's not possible. Master is such a charming and handsome man, and he's too old for that. And rich, since he inherited this estate. Not that that should matter, but it can't hurt.

I'm sure he's been with plenty of women. Not me, of course, but he's been busy. And it's only been a few months. And he's a gentleman. He's certainly not shy around me. I've washed his body numerous times already.

And it's not like he's gay or anything. He gets erections when I clean him. And he summoned a succubus.

Clearly she's wrong.

"Are you sure about that?" he says, tilting his head. You tell that lying bitch what's what, master!

"Oh, very. That intoxicating smell is unmistakable," she licks her lips.

"That's quite astute. I've heard succubi can detect these things, even in men, but I didn't quite believe it. This might require some study," he gives a pleasant, nonchalant smile as if nothing is unusual, "But for now, make yourself at home. Lorelei, be a dear and make up a room for our guest. And draw a bath for her so she can get rid of that sulfur scent."

This is an odd play master. How did you fool her senses?

>>11658

>>11659

>pretending (?) to be a virgin to torture the demon girl

>she leaves hell and inadvertently enters a new even worse hell

I thought I'd seen everything but this?! Earth Mother protect us.

Speaking of…

>>11667

Nooo! Beaten to it!

>>11665

It's not fair or accurate to say every succubus is a monster. They are called the whores of Satan but how many do you think he has actually had a go on? They aren't even summoned to our plane that often any more so many haven't seen any action at all. They are often completely innocent and only doing what's expected of them.

>>11671

>>11659

"Master, how did you do that, exactly?" I ask, managing to catch him in the hall, alone.

"Hm? Do what, Lorelei?" he's still not perturbed by any of this.

"Convince the demon that you're, you know…"

"What do I know?" he quirks an eyebrow. Can't tell if he doesn't know what I'm talking about or he's just fucking with me.

"That you've never, you know, been with a woman? I didn't teach you anything like that."

"No magic with that, Lorelei."

"So it was a conventional trick? Something you wore to fool her nose?" I probe further, probably showing more naivete than is appropriate for my age.

"No tricks."

"Then…?" my eyes grow wide with concern.

"Yes," he smiles and pats my head, as if I were a child who just figured something out for themselves.

"But… why?" I ask, unable to remove the horrified expression from my face.

"I was born that way, we all were," he says. The snark isn't helping, master, this is serious.

"No, I mean-"

"I know what you mean, Lorelei," he puts a hand on my shoulder, "There's no single reason. I've had some history of difficulty with all this social stuff, and time sort of got away from me. You can stop looking at me like I'm broken or something."

"N-no, that's not what I think! It's just, it's odd. I mean, at your age. Not that you're too old or anything! You're still a young man. It's just that I didn't expect-" he shushes me again with his fingertip.

"I know it's surprising. Sorry to catch you off-guard like that, it just isn't something that comes up easily, nor am I prone to mention it," he turns to continue walking, "It isn't something you need to worry about."

I scamper after him like a lost dog, "But I am worried about it! I'm your elf, worrying about you is what I do!"

He just chuckles. Not helping, master.

"It's just, I didn't know all this time, and it's my job to serve your needs. All of them. You know I'm always here for you master, whatever you need…" I sort of trail off as I realize that it came out a lot sluttier than I intended.

I get a full laugh that time as he looks back at my blushing cheeks, placing his hand on one of them, "I'm well aware of your abilities and willingness to serve, Lorelei. And there will come a time for that, but not yet. I'm going to use the effect this has on our new friend for a little entertainment."

I sigh and nod my head, "Yes, master."

"Speaking of Lucy, did you prepare her room and draw a bath?

I nod again, "Her room is read and the bath is filling."

"Good," he pats my head again, "I'd like you to bathe her personally. Don't worry, the barriers only work on her, your hands will be unaffected."

I swallow hard, but nod in understanding.

"And I think it goes without saying that she's on a strict denial of sexual touching or orgasm without my express permission. Don't let her talk you into anything."

"Of course, master, I would never!" I'm a little bothered that he thinks I would engage in such slutty behavior. Then again, I did basically just offer him my body.

He smiles and kisses my forehead, "I know, that's why you're my elf."

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>>11684

Her skin is actually very soft. Maybe it's all the sulfur fumes in hell, good for the skin, sort of like the water in a hotspring. Or maybe she's a soulless hellbeast engineered to manipulate us with her beauty. One of those.

"A little lower, elf," she says while I wash her stomach, as if she's suddenly in charge of anything.

"Master instructed me to bathe you, not to follow your orders," I say as curtly as I can.

"You'll have to get there eventually, you know. Just make sure you're thorough," her eyes dance over me, "I'm awfully dirty."

Defiantly, I make sure I move up, not down with the sponge, swallowing hard when I realize I just got a handful of tit. Their definitely real, not that I expect there's a lot of boob jobs in hell. But they look a little too perfect, and feeling how jiggly and soft they are just kind of pisses me off.

Naturally, she groans as I wash them, as if just to annoy me further, "You're good with your hands."

"I take all my work seriously," I take the pitcher and pour water to rinse her breasts off. It's… quite a sight. I wonder if her nipples are always erect like that because she's a succubus, or if she's actually turned on right now. Impossible to tell.

"Clearly. Especially on women, I take it. I mean, that's why you haven't satisfied your master, right? You're not into men?" she clearly tries to provoke me.

I respond by pouring the pitcher of water on her head, "I have to wash your hair."

She moves to allow me access. Somehow her head being wet makes her hotter.

"Did I strike a chord? I'm sorry, I genuinely thought you were a lesbian," she takes in a slow breath through her nose, "After all, I'm not the only one who's wet in here."

She's… not wrong. My crotch is still soaked, and my clit throbs a little each time I touch her. As if I wasn't pent up already.

"No, I am not a lesbian," I start firmly working shampoo into her hair.

"But… you do like women too, yes?"

"I serve whatever my human master or mistress needs," not that it's any of her business.

"So is he not your first owner?" she leans back, getting closer than I appreciate.

"If you must know, I served master's aunt for many years," I tell her, "She had no children, so when she passed, she left her estate, myself included, to her favorite nephew. I have been his for less than a year."

"So… not long, but still long enough that you could have satisfied him hundreds of times by now. Did you serve his aunt as a proper- Ouch!" she growls, looking back.

"Sorry, you had a tangle," I say, not bothering to feign sincerity, "And again, if you must know, I did serve his aunt in every way expected of an elf."

"That isn't taking credence from my lesbian theory," she's greeted with another pitcher-full of water to the head.

"Master has merely not asked for my sexual services yet. When that time comes, I will gladly do so," aaand, there's only one place left to wash. I sigh, "Lean back."

"Yet, you say," she gives that smug grin again and leans against the edge of the tub and spreads her legs, "But what kind of man summons a succubus when he has an elf girl? I mean, probably not one who intends to use the elf girl, I'd imagine."

That's it bitch, provoke me when I'm about to handle your genitals, "Who master chooses to give and not give his attention to is not up to us, it's entirely his prerogative."

>>11720

I reach down between her legs, starting to rub the sponge between her buttocks, to which she responds with an irritating satisfied growl.

"Precisely, but what I'm saying is that he clearly is not so interested in giving it to you. At least not at first. Maybe not ever. Does that bother you?"

My jaw sets in. Maintain your composure, Lorelei. You need it now.

I move my hands upwards and find her pussy in the soapy water. Just like her nipples, her clit and labia are engorged as if she's ready to go. And her pussy is hot. Like, really hot. It's noticeably warmer than the hot water it's soaking in. I rub the outside with the sponge, then gingerly start to work in her folds. She licks her lips and shudders. Not making this easier.

"You're quiet, does that mean it does? Are you troubled, knowing your master's first time will be with me? That you'll stay in your little belt while I slide down on his cock. Again, and again," she's really pushing it, "If you want, I could ask him if you could at least watch. I mean, we're basically sisters now, so I don't mind helping you out."

I wonder if demons need to breath. Like, say, if I held her head under the water till the bubbles stopped, what would the result be?

"Master has you on strict denial of sexual touching for now," I remind, scrubbing roughly against her exposed pussy, which unfortunately only results in her shuddering and moaning.

"You say that, but look where your hands are. He sent his little elf girl to make sure I was nice and clean down there, didn't he?" she licks her lips again and stares at me, "If you want, you can keep going. After all, you care about your master's pleasure, and you'd want to make sure I'm nice and ready, so it feels the best for him.

I pull my hands away, "I'm done. Stand up so I can dry you off."

"Aww, so soon? A shame. But then, the sooner I get out, the sooner I can get back to master," she stands up and steps out of the tub, and I try to ignore how gorgeous her body is as it glistens."

"Like I said, master has you on denial, so don't expect much," I start wiping her down, from horns to hooves.

"Am I being denied? Or is he? There's been plenty of men who thought they could resist me before. None of them lasted more than a day," that smug look as she watches me clean her. Yep, should've drowned her in the tub.

"My… aura, is stronger on men. Whatever you're feeling right now, it's probably tenfold for him. That cock just has to be aching. I bet he's in his room masturbating to thoughts of me right now. Getting the quick one out before he takes me, so he can last and enjoy me for as long as he likes," she gets a little breathy as she speaks of him, and I get progressively more murdery.

"There are clothes that should fit you on your bed," I say, holding back a shout.

"Thank you dear, I appreciate your… service," she leans in and grabs me by the neck, kissing me hard with some of the softest, hottest lips I've ever felt. Her slick, long tongue dives deep past my own lips, but might as well be on my clit, because I nearly come right there in my belt.

She pulls back and walks off with a devious giggle, the click of her hooves echoing against the floor, and leaving me catching my breath.

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>>11721

I love where this is going. Well-written, Anon.

>>11721

The internet provides very little actual, valuable information on succubi, it turns out. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, this sort of summoning is frowned upon. Humans who can command magic are few and far between, and bringing demons into the world is not something elves are allowed to do. Technically speaking, I'm not really sure if it's legal for master to be doing things like this either.

Even if elves were allowed, most couldn't. Strangely enough, humans who can use magic tend to have greater aptitude than your average elf. I consider myself fairly skilled, and master is already on the verge of surpassing my abilities. My old mistress was the same way.

Searches for information succubi, their weaknesses, how to banish them, these all dry up fairly quick. Not that I'd just banish her without master's permission, but it never hurts to be prepared.

Before I even realize it, these searches for information quickly turn to searches for images and video. There are a few of those. One has to sift through all the ones of people cosplaying as succubi, of course, and there are even more of those. The difference is unmistakable, though. The videos with genuine demons have a specific intensity to them.

It's hard to look away. I know master didn't get me a computer for such lewd things, but what can I say? We can't always be proper, and I don't think he'd mind. Plus, I'm still a horny mess from earlier.

My fingers idly slide between my legs and rub against the hard barrier separating my pussy from the rest of the world. I feel nothing, of course, but it's still a habit that doesn't go away, and it's somehow comforting to stroke across the ceramic-like material.

That material is how we ended up how we are, in this place. Elves don't do good with iron, you see. Or steel, since it's still mostly iron. Of course, it's everywhere in the human world, but we're usually okay unless there's a chunk of it wrapped around our bodies. Like say, with a belt. There's other metals that don't bother us or interrupt our magic. Copper, bronze, aluminum. But of course they have their limitations. For generations before being brought into the wonder of the human world, my people would make a material to overcome this limitation.

There's not a good translation for it. "Opaque, unshattering spirit glass that bends with the will of nature and is strong like iron but not iron" would be close, but obviously, that doesn't work well in English. Most humans call it "fay-iron" or "elf-iron". It's similar in texture to the kinds of hi-tech ceramics that humans sometimes use in kitchen knives. Stronger, though, and can be made more flexible. We made it with magic, and had no analogous means of making it without magic.

Until my mistress came along, of course. She was a talented mage, and I taught her everything I know, though she rapidly surpassed me. When I taught her to make the fay-iron, she was fascinated. Over the course of time, she single-handedly reverse-engineered the process and developed a means to make it without magic at all.

That's how she made her fortune. The material that was an imitation iron for elvish tools and weapons for millennia rapidly became a useful material for everything from computer components to body armor. And, of course, chastity belts.

Sometimes I curse myself for teaching the method, when I feel that barrier that keeps me from satisfaction. But, of course, I'd be wearing one anyways, it just wouldn't be as light or comfortable. Honestly, if it was covering any other part of my body, I might forget I was wearing it.

>>11735

I get up briefly to make sure everyone's still asleep. And that master's honor is still intact. After I'd made sure Lucy was sleeping, or at least in bed, I put a locking spell on her door. It should only last till the morning, and won't stop her if she's really dedicated, but anything she might do to get out will surely make enough noise that I'll know. I won't have some interdimensional hussy trying to get at my master in the middle of the night.

Master himself is sleeping soundly, but I make sure his room is the right temperature and that he's properly covered, anyways.

As soon as I sit back down, my fingers are between my legs again in my peculiar fantasy masturbation. Not that I checked on everyone to make sure that I didn't get caught. That's not something to worry about, elves are nothing if not stealthy. Though I will admit, the last thing I'd like is for that horned bitch catch me rubbing my crotch fruitlessly. I'd never hear the end of how pathetic I am, I'm sure.

Nevertheless, I continue my little ritual as my internet searches lose any pretense of tactical research. I move from the videos of succubi to conventional pornography. That master is still unmarried has bothered me, but my concern has become ten-fold in the last twenty four hours. Now that I know he's a virgin, now that we have this hellspawn in the house. I really should talk to master about finding a wife. Or at least a girlfriend. Or even a fuck-buddy. A human female to have sex with. Someone who's not a demon from hell.

Maybe even an elf.

Ugh. There we go again. And the fantasies start. I can't help but pretend my belt is gone and my fingers are my master's. That he's holding me in his arms and gently sliding those nimble fingers of his inside me.

And naturally, the porn goes in the same direction. My long list of bookmarks to sites that specialize in human-elf porn. Watching all those scenes of these petite little elf girls getting those thick human cocks pounded into them. In their mouths, in their asses, in their pussies. Their slender hands sliding all over their men and their thick, erect cocks, having that thick, musty semen spray all over them. Sometimes you can even seem them cum, too. You can spot the convulsions as their pussies spasm, and sometimes even squirt. They clench on those cocks and writhe and moan…

Dear earth mother…

It's no lie that I want master to fuck me. Obviously. I'm his elf and he's my master. It would be strange if I didn't want it. But fuck if it isn't intense tonight.

I give up on the porn and go to my bed. I put my pillow between my legs and start to grind down, the shield on my belt pressing against the soft fabric as I fruitlessly hump it, pretending it's master. My fingers slide between my buttocks, and for perhaps the thousandth time, I press my fingertips to my little hole, contemplating pressing them in, imagining what it would be like if master pushed himself in there.

But I don't. Maybe I'm a good elf, maybe I'm a coward, but that hole belongs to master as well. Just because the belt doesn't cover it doesn't mean I should go playing with it like it's mine to do so with.

Once my hips start to get tired, I collapse against the mattress and pull the covers over me with a sigh. I can't help but think about my situation.

Mistress never had children, or got married. She wasn't a lesbian, nor asexual or anything like that. She just had problems with romance, and never considered it more important than her work. I offered my help many times, but to no avail. Outwardly, she seemed satisfied with her life, but I think she always regretted not starting a family. Perhaps I didn't try hard enough.

No. There's no use guilting myself over that again. Besides, if she had, I may not have been left to master.

And that's where I should be focusing. She's gone, he's here, and I can do my best for him.

And maybe she understood that. Though he wasn't her child, they were always close, and she always treasured him. And she left me to him.

But it's more than that. She also left him to me. She left her most trusted servant to care for her most treasured family member.

And now that family member has seductive monster from hell under his own roof. It's time to take this seriously, Lorelei. Master's purity, his very honor as a man could be at stake here. I'm not about to let that creature just take his innocence like that.

If not me, then I will see to it that a proper human woman is his lover. You will not have him, hell-bitch.

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>>11721

>>11735

>>11736

Very good stuff.

>If not me, then I will see to it that a proper human woman is his lover.

So glad to see this. Getting back to the basics. This is the purpose of elves after all, to serve humans.

>>11736

Master said to meet him in the living room, but the only there is her.

"Was there a problem with the clothes I left you?" I say, trying to get at why she is quite clearly not wearing them. Or any others.

"Too small. Specifically too tight in the chest. An honest mistake, I'm sure. I can't imagine you have to worry about that too often," she manages to be as casually bitchy as is probably possible. We're off to a great start.

"That works as an explanation for the shirt. What about everything else?"

"In for a penny, in for a pound. You're all too hung up on this clothing thing on Earth," she steps far too close to me, "You'd probably feel better without it."

"I think I'll be fine," I slowly step back, but feel a hand slide up my hip, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Killing time. Master said he's going to meet us here, but I haven't seen him, so it looks like it's just us," again, she moves closer than I appreciate, "We could do something. I hear you're all locked up like a proper little girl," she gives a mocking giggle, "But I'm not. So I guess we'll just focus on me…"

"I'm not going to do anything without-" my eyes widen as I feel a hand clutch my buttocks, "Okay, that's quite enough!"

"I won't tell. It'll be our little secret. Besides, you want to be on good side, don't you? I mean, if you want attention from your master, once I'm done with him."

And she's squeezing harder, fingers digging in. I start to ready a spell to stun her, but it's interrupted by a loud yelp and her whole body lurching back.

"I don't recall giving you permission to touch my elf, Lucy."

Oh, master, you are my hero!

He's standing there as she tumbles down, her tail in his hand.

"Not. The. Tail!" she hisses, but he doesn't let go. In fact, he gives it another pull.

"I'm sorry, what, now? 'Not' something? I must have misheard you, because I own you, tail and all, and I can't imagine you'd try to tell me where I can and cannot touch my property," he gets that tone in his voice. The demon can have her slut aura that makes my pussy drip all she wants, but she's got nothing on master showing a firm hand.

"Are you alright, Lorelei?" he immediately switches to a concerned tone, walking over and putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Much better now," I beam a little and he puts a hand on my cheek.

"Our new housemate can't be bothered to wear clothes, much less keep her hands to herself. Hardly the sort of behavior we expect in this household, wouldn't you agree, Lorelei?"

I just nod in agreement. Master, please don't make me more of a target for her slutty behavior.

"Maybe I'll need to make her feel more at home. I've been meaning to start tormenting her. That's what they do in hell, right?" he gets a devious smirk.

She responds predictable with a smug expression, her tail flipping around like a cat, "Torment? Well why didn't you just say so?"

She slides up to him, and her hands are in too many places that they should not be, "I like that idea."

"Then you are naive," he says very matter-of-factly, "Knees," there is command in his tone and she falls to her knees like a sack of flour as magic overtakes her, leaving a surprised expression on her face. That still manages to be smug.

Master produces a phallic object and hands it to me. It's an electric vibrator.

"Lorelei, get this slick for me," without even thinking about how lewd it is, I take the toy, place it in my mouth, and start sucking and licking it. Muscle memory. Maybe I should stop calling her a slut. Glass houses.

Without another word, master steps over and starts unbuttoning my blouse. My pulse skyrockets. Will this be it? Real attention from master?

Lucy tries to get up and come over to us, and master simply turns to her and says, "Stay," and it's like she's glued to the floor by the knees.

I stand there passively as he pulls my blouse off of my shoulders, hands moving down to unfasten my skirt, dropping it to the ground. If my blushing wasn't obvious before, it certainly is now.

I find myself sucking the vibrator faster and hard as I become more exposed. Finally, I hear the clicks as master enters the combination into the pad on my chastity belt, and feel the rush of air against my sensitive flesh as it drops to the ground.

The demon is staring daggers as I get this attention, unable to even touch herself without the spells reacting.

Finally, master pulls the toy from my mouth and walks over to the couch, with Lucy kneeling right in front of him. I'm suddenly aware of how exposed I am, and reflexively move to cover my pussy and breasts, earning me a chuckle from master and another glare from the demon.

Master pulls her closer to the couch by her tail and gives me a warm smile, "Lorelei. I would like you to masturbate for us. Do you think you could do that for me?

I swallow hard and give a slow nod.

i had to show it to you human cucks

ITT:

>elves pretending to be humans pretending to be elves pretending to be human

What has this board degenerated to?

>>11758

>if I accuse others of being secret elves, they'll never suspect me of being a secret elf

Well played, anon.

>>11751

It's kind of awkward at first. I acquiesced to master immediately, because of course I did, but I forgot exactly how long it's been since I've been allowed to really touch myself like this. Not that I don't think about it every day. As much as I'd like to imagine I have the kind of self-control to resist my own fingers and be a proper elf, I'm thankful for the belt, even if it's a source of frustration. I'd never be able to maintain that kind of willpower.

I'm very sensitive, and I worry that if I do too much, I won't keep from going over the edge. And I'm not sure just what to do at first, but like riding a bicycle or using a bow, it comes back to me. And holy hell did I forget how nice this kind of touching is.

Soon, I'm whimpering and my knees are buckling and the whole room smells like my pussy. At least to my nose. I get so into it that I almost forget that I'm being watched. But I'm reminded by a sharp hiss from Lucy.

My eyes fly open to see master sitting there on the couch, still fully clothed (because he's a tease like that), having just inserted the vibrator deep into Lucy's rear. She sits there on all fours, with that tail whipping back and forth, with a surprised, wide eyed expression. It's priceless. One would think that getting something up the ass wouldn't be such a shock to her, but then I guess if a demon didn't stay tight, they wouldn't have as much use as a living sex toy.

I lose myself for a second and giggle, earning me another sharp stare from the succubus, but a warm, pleased grin from master. I'm instantly, somehow, even hornier than than before, and my fingers pull back to keep me off of the edge.

"Please, continue, Lorelei," master says to me in a calm, patient tone.

I bite my lip and start tracing over my folds again, lightly circling my clit and hoping that it's enough to please him, afraid to touch myself any more firmly.

Lucy's chest heaves, her swinging breasts bouncing with each breath as master works that vibrator in and out of her ass. It looks like it feels so good, I can just imagine what it must be like.

And then, just as she looks almost as desperate as me, he stops and takes his hand away, leaving the buzzing toy lodged inside of her. He stands and casts a quick spell that anchors her knees where they are, then grabs her roughly by one of the horns and pulls her upright. Surprisingly, the toy does not come free.

He reaches down and turns the knob on it, increasing the buzzing, "Lucy, I want you to stay right where you are, and I want you to keep that thing inside you. You can thrust it with your hands if you want, but if it comes free from your ass, or you so much as graze a finger over your pussy, we will stop. And of course, no cumming, not that you can without permission."

>>11790

She doesn't say anything, and I don't have the time to process her expression (though I'm sure it was nasty) before master walks around behind me and wraps my arms around my waist. This isn't helping my willpower.

His hands slide over mine and he kisses the tip of my ear while we put on a show for the demon. I'd wish that he'd just fuck me already, but I already know that isn't going to happen right now. I can still pretend, though.

He pulls me back and sits in the chair facing opposite of Lucy. I can't help but moan as I sit in his lap. He's hard as a rock and pressing right against ass. Dear earth mother.

He grasps both legs just under the knees and pulls them back until he's able to push them behind my arms, leaving my pussy spread and exposed to the room, my clit swollen and throbbing in the open air.

His hands stroke down and guide my fingers to my pussy once more, rubbing my clit and lips, pushing my digits into me, but not quite touching me himself. His lips find my neck and I can feel the soft warm of his breath on me. Such a fucking tease.

And when I think I can't take anymore, I'm given some reprieve by the demon of all creatures. She's kneeling there, furiously working that vibrator into her ass like there's a time limit. That tail whips around and her breasts bounce in her never-ending panting. She is actually quite beautiful, I do have to admit that, especially now.

"Just… just let me finish already!" she shouts at master. Quite rudely I might add.

"I don't know, that wasn't a very nice way of asking. Try again," for some reason it's hot when he's smug, but not her.

"P…please, may I cum? …Master?" she finally forces out.

"Hmm… Lorelei, what do you think?"

I'm hardly in a position to answer, but it was mostly rhetorical, anyways.

"Tell you what, Lorelei, I personally don't really don't want her to cum, it would ruin my fun to just let her have release like that, but I'll let you decide. You have my permission. If you finish yourself, I'll let Lucy have her orgasm, too," he tells me. It takes a moment for me to parse what he's telling me, but I work it out.

Reluctantly, I slowly move my trembling hands from my pussy, leaving it throbbing and dripping and wanting. My eyes fight back tears from the desperation, but I clench them along with my fists and hold steady in place, letting my pleasure go.

"Well, there's your answer, Lucy. You won't be cumming today," he sits up, holding me against him as he reaches to the floor and grabs my chastity belt. It's cold against my hot pussy as he fastens it back on and seals me away, once again.

"Now, Lucy, if you can show yourself to be such a loyal, selfless servant as my dear elf, perhaps in the future I'll show you some more leniency," he lightly kisses my cheek and I somehow manage to blush in embarrassment, even after all of that.

>>11764

>her ancestral household is at the very southernmost of the Ghostlands, the nearest part of Quel' Thalas to human lands and much nearer to Lordaeron's second largest human city (Stratholme) than to the Elven capital

>after she's killed, reanimated and released from the Lich King's enthrallment she assumes leadership of the by far predominantly formerly Human undead and establishes her throneroom, with a couple hundred of fellow FEMALE-ONLY undead elves (banshees), at the former Human capital instead of returning to her own people

>used to dress much more modestly back when she was leading fellow Elves instead of literally rotting humans

>both her sisters are human-humping racemixing whores (Turalyon and Rhonin)

>she has healthy child bearing hips and thicc thighs in contrast to the usual anorectic twig legs and ping-pong ass all typical pure-blooded Highborne from Eversong Woods have

>had an unparalleled hatecrush on the former Human Prince

Were the Windrunners always race-traitorous part-humie mongrels? Was their true loyalty always a concealed obsession over humanimal flesh? Was entrusting Quel'Thalas' defense at its darkest hours to Windrunner sisters' King Anasterian's greatest mistake? one that he paid with his life, soul and even his lineage

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>>11790

>>11791

More great parts. I love how loyal and well behaved Lorelei is and that bit at the end really showed that. I also love seeing the demon girl being controlled and tamed.

>>11753

Ah, wonderful. This is the sort of meme we need.

>>11800 (eggs checked)

>second pic

Is this an elf meme I'm unfamiliar with?

>>11824

>>11800

HOW ABOUT YA HAZ A SEAT?

>keeping elves

>being around elves at all

>not wanting spooky skelegrills

>CY+3

>>11298

>Frequently Asked Questions: Newly and Soon-to-be Owned Elf Girls (Part 1)

>Part 1

>posted 07/27/17

>today is 09/3/17

Part 2 when?

>>11896

Sorry! I'm the writer, but they were posted here by someone else with permission, so it didn't occur to me to update.

Good news is that there are more entries. I do need to make some more, but I'm also writing the elf/demon story here, and there's only so much time and creative energy available.

You can find the rest here: https://humanprimacy.tumblr.com/tagged/Elf-FAQs

>>11791

I don't get human mating rituals. Granted, I don't really have much experience with elven mating rituals, either, because that would require me to be courted by an elf boy, and that doesn't interest me. Maybe it was simpler when humans were less advanced. But I can't even get a straight answer out of other humans. It's like they don't know either. It's all a confusing mess.

I don't know how I'm going to find a proper woman for master. Dating sites are weird. Half of them are liars or bots, and most of the rest aren't good enough for master or don't respond to me. Maybe my standards are too high?

No, it's the women who are wrong.

I wish acquiring a girlfriend was more like acquiring an elf. If I could just purchase one for master, this would be so much easier.

I suppose there's the option of meeting women in real life, but I don't know if I have the nerve to approach human women like that. Besides, where would I find the time? I already have all my duties making sure master is well taken care of, without having to be vigilant of that marauding hellspawn.

Speaking of which, I should check up on her. I make sure I know where she is and what she's up to at least once every hour. It's not like I'm following or spying on her, per se, it's just that… you know what? She's a literal sex monster out to stain my master's purity and innocence, I don't need to justify myself.

She isn't hard to find. I can smell her pussy from halfway across the house. I realize I'm probably not one to judge. Being in chastity all the time around master means I don't exactly have the scent of a pure maiden, myself. If I ever went back to my village, the elders would likely have me condemned as a feral, human obsessed slut. Whatever. Guilty.

But I've got nothing on the demon. If I didn't know better, I'd think she rubbed herself on every piece of furniture in the house. The barriers master put up would probably stop that, though. I think.

Note to self: Clean everything.

I find her with master. This is why I follow her. They're downstairs talking and conceal myself as best I can at the top of the stairs. No need to intrude just yet. I just perk my ears and peek around the corner.

Her body language is different. Less confident. I'd almost say more submissive. Maybe she's finally learning her place? But surely such a strong, powerful demon that takes what she wants would never be cowed so easily! Feel the indomitable will of humanity, bitch.

"Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!" she shouts at master, more of a demand than a request.

"No," he replies in the most mockingly nonchalant way that is probably possible.

"You can't keep doing this! Why did you even summon me if you aren't going to make use of me?!" Not completely in love with her tone, to be honest.

"But I am making use of you. Right now. I summoned you for sexual satisfaction, just like we agreed. And denying you pleasure brings me immense satisfaction," I love it when he's so in control. If he were talking to any other woman, I'd love to see him bender her over right there and make her his.

She screams through closed lips and paces around in a circle with clenched fists, "At least take the barrier off! I'll behave, I promise!"

"I thought demons were supposed to be excellent liars?"

Another muffled scream and more pacing. She must be awfully pent up. I can relate, but it's also been barely a week. I'll start feeling sorry for her when she's spent years without release.

"Okay, okay. I suppose it is a little redundant. Here," he steps over to her and she stops pacing. He presses his fingers to her chest and there's a quick flash, followed by an excited look on her face.

Predictably, her fingers reach straight between her legs, only to be sharply repelled by the barrier. That confused, outraged expression. Priceless.

"What the fuck is this?!" she shouts. Watch your language around master, you insolent hoof-bitch.

"I lifted the spell keeping your body from reaching orgasm," he states, so calmly, "Like I said, it's a bit redundant to keep your body in check when the barrier keeps you from touching anyways."

I have to cover my mouth to muffle my giggling. I know I said the previous expression was priceless, but this one of dumbfounded outrage really beats it. No scream this time, no stomping around like a child, just a complete loss for words. The silence is beautiful.

>>11928

>No, it's the women who are wrong

>>11928

The silence is broken with a whimper that can almost be described as cute.

"Tell you what, since you're so desperate, and you demons love your little deals, we'll play a little game to see if you get some relief, okay?" master tells her.

Of course, it isn't a choice, the whimper came from his placing his hand between her legs. I can't say I approve of him touching her there, when he could be touching other, more deserving, possibly more elvish women, but I do like the way he just reaches out and grabs her like he owns her. Because he does, of course.

He reaches into his pocket with his free hand and pulls out his phone. Still casually teasing her pussy, he runs his thumb over the screen for a few moments. She's already trying to grind on his fingers.

"I'll give you say… two minutes? Yes, I think two minutes is fair. If you can cum in two minutes, I'll lift the spell for the next week, and you get to cum as much as you want in that time," he explains, and you can see the gears turning in her head, "But if you can't, then the next… we'll say the next three orgasms that I allow you, I will ruin. Sound fair?"

"Um, I…" she clenches her teeth and lets out a sharp gasp as his fingers press over her clit, "Yes, please, I accept! Just touch me, please!"

And with that, he hits the start button on his phone's timer, and two of his fingers slam home, moisture spilling own down her legs as he starts to thrust them in and out of her. I can't say I really approve of him tainting his fingers with her degenerate pussy, when he's never even done this to me. Or a human woman, more importantly! But still, my little elf pussy would be preferable to this. I speak strictly in terms of his virtue. Of course.

Even so, I can't deny it's a sexy thing to watch. She gets awfully wet, and she drips everywhere. If she were a less objectionable woman, I'd be running to the kitchen to get a glass of water, lest she get dehydrated. As it is, I'm just silently begging master to get rougher. Put her in her place.

But, of course, she loves it. He barely has to move his fingers, really, she humps on them like the wild animal in heat that she is. It's a truly obscene display. And a hot one. Can't deny that. Dear earth mother is it hot.

Thirty seconds.

I can't help but start touching myself. I can't really touch myself in the way that I'd like, obviously, but that doesn't stop my fingers from rubbing over the chastity belt. And they move their way up under my shirt and find my nipples, hard enough to cut glass.

I kneel there at the top of the stairs, rubbing and tweaking my nipples while I watch. Some women can cum from nipple stimulation. I can't. I've tried. It's for the best, I don't need that temptation to disobey master by doing something absurd like cumming from my own fingers. Still, it feels good to play with them while I watch master enjoy himself.

One minute.

He says he's a virgin, but I actually don't know the extent of his experience. I took it to mean he hadn't done anything at all, but I suppose it could just mean he's never penetrated a woman before. I wonder, because his fingers look more magical right now than when they're doing actual magic. Maybe he's done this before? The way she writes on his fingers certainly gives the impression that he knows what he's doing. But then again, getting a succubus all hot and bothered doesn't exactly require a lot of work. The motion of his fingers looks like it feels great, but then again, I'm also a horny elf who desperately wants his cock. So biases abound.

>>11930

She's really getting into it. I mean, even more so than before. I'd accuse her of faking it if I didn't know the circumstances. His hand and forearm are soaked with her fluids. She tightly clings to his shoulder to maintain balance as she madly humps his fingers, moaning like the whore she is. Watching this somehow feels even more lewd than when he had me finger myself in front of them the other day.

She's almost there, I can see it in the way she tenses. Should've given her less time, master.

One minute, thirty seconds.

Then, it happens. She reaches the precipice, her hips pumping and her chest heaving, master braces her with his free hand, and pulls his fingers from her at once. I'm not sure I've ever heard a gasp make an echo before.

Eyes like dinner plates, "W-w-what are you… keep going! I still have time!" she shrieks, her hips frantically pumping in the air.

"You absolutely do. I said two minutes and I meant it," he explains, sliding the sticky fluid that soaks his hands between his fingertips, "I also said absolutely nothing about facilitating your orgasm. That was just a kindness of mine. And now I'm done."

I giggle a little and almost blow my cover. You're funny, master.

He picks up his phone with his clean hand, "You still have fifteen seconds. Better hurry."

That panic in her eyes is intense as she reaches down, only to be blocked by the barrier. She tries to rub up against master, but he casually steps back. Frantically, she moves to the nearest couch tries to hump against the arm rest, only to find that the barrier keeps her pussy just out of reach of the surface. Still, she desperately humps against nothing, clinging to the fabric, knuckles turning white as she whimpers and whines, tears spilling from her eyes. Even if she could get any sensation, I'm sure the moment has passed.

"Aaand, that's time, Lucy. Sorry. Maybe better luck in the future," he says, turning off the clock on his phone.

She collapses to the floor on her knees and looks up to him, eyes wet and her lip quivering. I almost feel sorry for her. Almost.

"That isn't fair!" she exclaims.

"Fair? Not a very demonic thing to say, is it? Besides, you knew the conditions. Did I lie to you?"

She just crosses her arms in a huff.

"On the bright side, while I'll be sure to remember and ruin your next three orgasms, as promised, they probably won't be for awhile, so you don't need to worry about that now," he says, managing to actually make it sound like a positive.

She just stares ahead for awhile, before pulling herself off the floor and wandering off to sulk.

Beautiful and terrifying. Not sure whether it's she or I that's more horny right now.

I get up to sneak away and get back to my duties, but don't make it more than a step.

"Lorelei," master calls out to me, without raising his voice, clearly speaking to someone he knows is in earshot.

I sheepishly poke my head around the corner, expecting to be scolded for my spying, but am only greeted with a smile, "Be a dear, and get the mop. I seem to have made a mess over here," he commands me, "And a towel."

I obediently nod my head, "Yes, master."

>>11931

Please post more! Lovin it greatly so far

>>11954

>>11931

I tap on the door, "I know hell doesn't really run on a schedule or anything, but 2:30 is late even for you, Lucy. Are you getting up?"

I'm met only with muffled, dismissive groaning.

I knock harder, "Did you hear me? Are you getting up?"

Something unintelligible, but grouchy.

I look both ways down the hall to see if master is nearby, "Come on, hell-slut, this is getting absurd."

More lethargic muttering. Okay, something's wrong, that should have gotten a response. I'm going in.

There's a mountain of bundled sheets on the bed, with a slender tail sticking out the side. Tempting fate, I reach down and grab the tail, giving it a gentle tug, "Hey, you alright?"

"…uhh, I… leemeelone. I'mseep," she mumbles from under the comforter.

I pull back the sheets to reveal her curled up in a ball, looking unusually pathetic, and even more strange, not the least bit smug. I put the back of my hand against her forehead, and she's… cold? Cool, at least. She usually runs quite a bit hotter than us folk on earth. Is this the demon equivalent of a fever?

—-

"Thing is, I'm not sure if that's… well, a thing. Demons getting sick, I mean," master says as we browse through his library.

He came down personally to see her, but was at just as much of a loss as I was. So here we are, going through the few books that cover demons to find out exactly what could be wrong with her.

An afternoon alone with master for once. Getting sick is the nicest thing she's done for me.

"Most of what I can find suggests that our diseases don't effect them, but everything has a qualifier. They can't do this, but… they aren't like this, except when…" he sighs, flipping through pages, "It's maddening, but I suppose that's hell for you."

I scootch over next to him and peer into his book, "From what I can tell, chaos is the biggest norm for demons. They seem inconsistent with their very nature. Their forms vary all over the place, some are like humans, some wildly different. Some just look like humans, others actually function like them."

He gives me a smile and ruffles my hair. Instantly, I melt against his shoulder.

"There is something…" he grabs a previously viewed book and starts flipping through it, "about some succubi and how they react to withdrawal from sexual activities. Which would certainly apply to how I've interacted with her. But most of it was about their behavior changing. Maybe we're looking at this wrong, and it's not a case of her having a physical problem."

"You think she's faking?" I ask, trying not to giggle.

"I wouldn't put it past her. She is a demon, and deceit and manipulation are in her nature," he ponders out loud, it's refreshing to hear that he's completely aware of her nature, "But it could also be a case of her acting out behavior without realizing it. Or maybe her body just reacts to it. But if she is faking it, then her behavior should change if she's offered what she wants," he leans in and kisses my forehead, "So it should be easy to find out."

>>11982

It's a good thing to have high standards if the human woman is going to be the mother of his children but turning down perfectly good applicants makes her a bad elf. Harsh, but true. We have a slightly toxic combination here: an elf girl who's too protective and a human master who's too obsessed with orgasm denial. Both of them aren't thinking clearly and are stuck in a rut. Again it's a good thing that he wants to control his women and keep them submissive and subservient but is he, like the elf, going too far?

Let's think outside the box here. Maybe the demon girl should be put in charge 🤔

>>11969

"Lucy…" master tries to gently coax her out from under the covers, "Wake up-wake up-wake up…"

He's being more patient and playful with her than I would.

"Iontwanna," she mumbles.

"Lucy!" he gets some command in his voice, though his playful expression doesn't change, "I said it's time to get up. Wasn't a question."

She just responds with an annoyed groan.

Master reaches down and grabs the tip of her tail that hangs down the side of the bed, and brings it to his lips. She doesn't seem to notice until he puts the very tip into his mouth, closing his lips over it. I can see from the movements of his jaw that he's swirling his tongue around it. Never thought I'd wish I had a tail.

The reaction is immediate. Her tail whips like a lightning bolt went through it, down to her body where her whole body seems to jolt under the covers. The tail pulls under them and her eyes peek out, looking pouty and grumpy.

"Stop teasing me!" she shouts, from underneath, sounding hurt and tired.

"But we're here to play with you, don't you want to?" master asks in a soothing tone.

"No," she says curtly, retreating back underneath, "You don't let me have any fun. I get all frustrated and achy."

"Guess we'll just have fun without you," master says, turning to me, an arm wrapping around my waist, and one around the back of my neck.

He firmly presses his lips to mine for the first time and slides his fingers up into my hair. It's good that he holds me so tight, because my knees instantly turn to jelly just as fast as my pussy turns to a lake.

I let out a moan against his mouth as his tongue dives past my lips, my whole body trembles and my fingers cling to his body. This. More of this. Do whatever you want, master.

I don't even notice at first when I start grinding my crotch against him, like a needy little slut. Which of course, right now, I guess I am. I don't even feel anything through the belt, but my hips take over all the same.

I gasp when his lips part from mine, I don't think I remembered to breath the whole time. I'm out of air and my heart is pounding.

"That good?" he says to me, with a smile as he grabs my ass, drawing attention to my still gyrating hips. I'm sure I'd blush if I wasn't already completely flushed. It takes all my willpower to stop my hips and regain my composure.

Once I do, he begins unbuttoning my blouse, and slides a hand within, taking one of my nipples in his fingers. Three or so seconds and composure is gone again.

My pathetic whimpering and mewling as master plays with my nipples is interrupted by the sound of a shock and an irritated grumble.

The jealous demon eyes are peering out from under the comforter again. Sounds like someone tried to touch the barrier again.

"Change your mind, Lucy?" master asks as he tweaks one of my nipples especially hard, earning him a sharp gasp and more desperate clinging.

She pulls her covers back, but struggles to sit up. She looks ill, tired, and weak. And somehow makes it look hot.

"I want some attention," she says, grumpily.

>>12004

"Well then come get it," master says playfully, casually pulling me further from the bed with him.

She whines like a spoiled child and throws her face into the pillow.

"I suppose you need some more motivation, then," master tells her, and I hear a few clicks. My slides off and my chastity belt falls to the floor.

My pulse begins racing but I try to calm down. He's taken it off like this before, and it didn't mean what I thought it would.

But it might!

"Do you want some of this?" master asks her, his fingers reaching down and spreading my pussy open for her to see.

Having my body offered to a demon by my master… 'lewd' doesn't even begin to cover it.

She peers over, face still have smooshed into the pillow, and she slowly nods.

"I'll make you a deal. If you can get up and walk over here to get it, I'll let you lick my little elf's pussy. Then I'll let you suck my cock. Then I'll lay you down and fuck your pussy, and I'll have Lorelei lick your clit the whole time. I'll even let you cum all over my cock. Does that sounds good?" his offer is so arousing that I almost don't realize that he's suggesting to do what I promised I wouldn't let happen.

Master, no! You can't do that! Your very honor is at stake!

Of course I don't say that, I don't think I could get the words out, even if I wanted to.

She struggles to move from the bed, not quite standing, but sort of tumbling to her hands and knees.

"That's not walking, Lucy. I was quite specific."

Master turns me around to face away from him and roughly grabs me by the back of the neck and bends me forward over the desk in the room.

"You'd better hurry, my patience is limited. If you don't get here soon, I'll have to give Lorelei all the attention I said you'd get, and you'll have to do without," I hear his zipper open and my heart skips a beat.

She struggles to get to her feet, but stumbles back down. I'd almost feel sorry for her if this wasn't basically war.

Then I feel it, the hot, thick head of his beautiful cock pressing against the folds of my pussy. I instinctively arch my back and push my rear up, like a bitch in heat. I don't even care how obscene I look. This is it! My pussy clenches in anticipation, little drips of my wetness sliding down my thighs.

His eyes are on her, I'm sure, but his cock is on me, and that's what's important. I can feel him slide the warm head of his member against my entrance. That's it master, just one quick thrust of your hips. I'm all yours for the taking. Please let me make you cum!

She tries to get up a final time, but fails. She tries crawling forward, but also fails at that, finally collapsing completely to the floor.

"I can't do it," she groans in despair, "Please stop tormenting me. Just send me back to hell, it'll be easier than this," she says, her face pressed into the carpet.

I can feel the throbbing of his pulse through the head of his cock, and I clench my fingers against the sides of the desk in anticipation. And then…

Nothing. He pulls away.

"Lorelei, I don't think she's faking," is all he says. So casually. Like he wasn't about to finally conquer me. Like he wasn't about to devastate my pussy.

I hear his fly zip up, and it takes all my energy not to scream. I don't know who's more in despair, me or Lucy.

"Meet me back in the library. Now that we know it isn't just a ruse to get sexual attention, we can work on a proper solution," he turns and walks to the door, leaving me bent over the desk, thighs quivering, "Get Lucy back into bed before you go, will you?"

"Oh," he stops in the doorway, "And don't forget to put your belt back on."

I stand there, looking at my belt for a moment. It would be easy to finish myself off real quick, I'm right on the edge as it is. I look at my soaking, swollen pussy, and then at my belt, and back again.

And then I slide it back on, and lock it.

>>11976

>That's really well done. Impressive. I like the detail of the "good girl" text.

Thank you, Anon. I'm glad you saw the text; I like putting in little things to reward the observant.

>>12005

"Master?" I tap on the half open door and poke my head in.

"Come on in, Lorelei. Did you bring a glass?" he asks, standing and looking down at a book on his desk.

He'd asked me to grab an empty glass from the kitchen, apropos of nothing. I nod and hold it up.

"Excellent," he says, picking up the book and tracing something closely with his finger, before clapping it shut.

"What, um, is it for?" I ask, perking my ears a bit.

"You'll see," he gives a reassuring smile, "how is Lucy doing?"

"Out of it, but sleeping peacefully. I hate to admit, but I'm a little worried about her, after that display up there," you know, the one where you teased me into a frenzy.

"Don't be, everything is well in hand," he puts a few books back onto the shelf, "demons don't have the same concerns about health as we do. If something were to happen, she'd simply return to hell. You can't die when you aren't 'alive' to begin with, in the traditional sense. Of course we don't want that, either, but we'll get her back to her old self, shortly."

I place the glass down on the desk, watching him put the books away, "Weren't we going to be looking for that solution in your books?"

"No need. I may have not been completely up-front about my understanding of the subject. I had my suspicions about what was needed, I just wanted to make sure I wasn't being duped. I've already confirmed what the problem is," he unbuttons the top of his shirt.

"…And?" I'm almost afraid to ask.

"Semen," he says, very bluntly.

"…Sorry, what?"

"Semen," he repeats, "ejaculate. Specifically from a human. It might apply to other earthbound sapients, as well, but since we have a male human on hand, it's not something we have to worry about. Succubi have physical needs to keep their forms stable on earth. Keeping her in denial has almost certainly had some effect, and letting her cum would probably improve her condition, but ultimately, she needs to consume a man's semen to return to normal health. It can actually be absorbed through any orifice, or even through the skin, but the fastest method will be through ingestion."

L-lewd…

"Master! You're not going to let her put her lips on your-"

"Something wrong with that?" he quirks an eyebrow.

"I… well, I mean, it's your choice, I just think that, um…" stupid mouth getting ahead of me.

He chuckles, "I'm not going to. Not today, anyways. I think Lucy's too out of it for the process."

He was just teasing me. Because of course he was.

"I'll be having you get the sample and give it to her, Lorelei."

Oh…

Say something, stupid.

"Lorelei?"

I snap out of it, "Yes, of course, master."

"Come, sit with me," he finishes unbuttoning his shirt and sits on the leather couch in the library.

I nervously follow him.

"The glass, Lorelei."

"Right!" I go back and grab it, then promptly sit at his side on the couch, biting my lip while I watch him unbuckle his belt.

>>12049

"So, you do want me to… I mean, I have permission to…" for some reason I'm nervous again. Even though he had me bend over a desk, grinding against me, not fifteen minutes ago. Humans' effect on me is strange.

"Unless you don't think you're up to it?" he says, probably teasing me again.

"No-no-no! I'm up to it! Very up to it!" don't sound like a slut or anything, Lorelei.

He smiles and unfastens his pants, freeing his already swelling cock. I swallow and just watch it a moment. He grabs my hand and wraps my fingers around it with a pleased sigh.

I grasp it with my other hand too. Human cocks are generally a two handed job for elves. I don't know that master is any larger than average, but 'average' for humans a lot for an elf. I suppose it's good that he didn't decide to take me in Lucy's room, because now that I think of it, I'm not sure I would have been able to walk back over to the library.

His hips push up a little and I'm reminded that I'm not here to just admire his cock, I have a job to do. I start stroking him up and down, feeling the heat of his flesh under my fingers. I carefully watch his face for signs that I'm doing it right.

And I need to stop second-guessing myself. I can do this. It's been awhile, but I know what I'm doing. Pleasing a human's cock is basically the primary duty of elves, and it's not something one just forgets. Practically in our genes. He wouldn't have asked me if he thought I wasn't up to the task.

Of course, if I was a human woman, this would probably be better for him. My little hands struggle to cover enough of his member, but a human would have no trouble. Probably stronger, too. She'd grip him tight and cover most of his length with her hands.

I know some people fantasize about their partner being someone else. Is it weird to fantasize about you being someone else? Because here we are.

I imagine a tall, leggy blonde woman, with a set of those great breasts that human women can get, sitting where I am, hands all over master's cock, squeezing and pumping it while she leans in to kiss him.

Would he let me kiss him right now? If I tried? I look at him and blush. No. He might let me, but I should stop thinking of myself. I have a job to do.

She'd get him writhing and moaning and thrusting his hips against her hand. She'd be kissing and licking and biting all over his skin. She'd probably put a leg around his thigh and start rubbing her bare cunt over his leg. Did I mention that she's naked? Cause she's naked. And her pussy is dripping wet and her nipples are standing at attention. And she rides his thigh while she firmly coaxes the cum out of master's body.

"Enjoying yourself?" master says with a grin, between heavy breaths.

I finally notice how intently I'm watching his cock while I run my hands up and down and all over, like a priestess in some kind of ritual. And of course, my hips are twitching around, and my thighs are rubbing together, my needy little pussy screaming to get out of it's cage.

"I.. um, yes…" I grin and blush, "Are you close?"

He just gives me a nod and starts running his fingers through my hair.

She'd finish and make him spray everywhere, in thick, copious amounts. Way more than any silly elf could ever get out of a man. His seed would splatter all over her skin and his. Then she'd beckon me over, and I'd run my little tongue all over them both, licking master's cum from their bodies. Then I'd clean his cock thoroughly. And with a mouth full of my masters' thick, creamy cum, she'd decide what I'd do with it. Maybe she'd demand that I kiss her, and she would take it from me, as is her right. Or maybe if she thinks I've been an especially good girl, I'd get to swallow it myself.

I'm snapped back to reality again as master taps on my shoulder, his fingers sliding all over my shoulders and chest as he nears the edge. I rush to grab the glass and get it ready.

I'm torn between watching his face and making sure my aim is right as he peaks over the edge. His cock twitches and throbs, and his whole body shudders, his eyes rolling back. Few things get more aroused than watching a human orgasm. It's beautiful. I make sure to increase my speed and force as he cums. I'm well acquainted with ruined orgasms, and it's not something my human master should ever have to endure, so I make sure I'm as firm and thorough with my motions as my little elf hands are capable of delivering.

It's a large amount, even by human standards. Not that I'm overly familiar with elf males, but I know enough that the small amounts of thin dribbling of semen are a far cry from the thick spurts human men are capable of. Attributing the amount he came to myself is probably a little presumptuous, but I still feel a little pride. Then the scent hits me, and I feel dizzy. The scents of humans are always a lot for elves, but when they orgasm, the scent of their fluids is just overwhelming.

>>12052

I giggle a little and bite my lip as I watch master lean back and catch his breath. I glance down and see the little drips that didn't quite make it to the glass, sitting on the head of his penis.

"Master, can I…?

"Hm?" he quirks an eyebrow.

"May I clean you?"

He leans back again and nods, and I dive down to kiss the head of his cock, and I catch that drip before it gets away. If the scent was a lot, then the taste is indescribable. I mean, I wouldn't say the taste itself is necessarily great, but something about the experience, maybe it is just the pheromones, but even just feeling the little droplet hit my tongue and slide down my throat makes my whole body shiver.

I gently squeeze his penis from the bottom up, and force out any spare traces of semen from his body, and greedily swallow them. The hellspawn might be getting the rest, but I got the first taste.

I kiss and lick around the head of his softening cock, probably more than is necessary. I consider taking the whole thing into my mouth, or at least the amount that I can fit - I can't really deepthroat a human man like a human woman could, I simply don't have the anatomy to fit all that in my mouth - but I think better of presuming that I'm allowed to. He's clean, that's what matters.

I take a moment to bask in master's afterglow, before I remember that my job isn't done.

—-

"Lucy, I've got something for you," I pull back the covers and she lazily covers her eyes from the light.

"Sit up," I tell her, but she doesn't respond.

"Come on, this will make you feel better," I try to bring the glass to her, but it's a futile effort.

She's really out of it, I'm not sure I can even get her to drink it like this. As much as part of me wants to see her gone, I can't let that happen, master would be upset. And she's already this fargone.

I spend a few more minutes trying to get her to sit up, or get the glass to her mouth, only for her to wiggle this way or that, or just lay back like a lump.

Guess there's no helping it. I take the glass and pour its contents into my mouth.

Once I get over swooning from the sensation of master's seed on my tongue, I grasp her head with both hands and tightly press my lips to hers. Parting her mouth open with my tongue, I release master's cum into her mouth.

I finally part my lips from her, and it takes a long moment, but her eyes slowly open, apparently realizing what I've given her. She just stares at me while her throat moves and she downs the seed. Finally she sighs and leans her head back in relief.

I just watch her for a few minutes, hoping it's taking effect. She looks more peaceful, but still exhausted. And then I feel a hand reach up and grope my left breast.

Yeah, she's fine.

>>12053

Yay, snowballing!

>>12062

>>12053

Anon, you are a Godsend. That's all there is to say in that matter.

>>12053

Lorelei's Dating Prospects Log

Name: Elise

Status: Rejected

Reason: Too tall

Name: Natalia

Status: Rejected

Reason: Vegan

Name: Cindy

Status: Rejected

Reason: Obvious lesbian

Name: Sylvia

Status: Pending

Reason: N/A

Name: Carmen

Status: Rejected

Reason: Man hands

Name: Yasmin

Status: Rejected

Reason: Doesn't do anal

Name: Cora

Status: Rejected

Reason: No show

Name: Tessa

Status: Rejected

Reason: Fat-girl angle-shot

Name: Miriam

Status: Pending

Reason: N/A

Name: Skylar

Status: Rejected

Reason: Stupid name

Name: Nora

Status: Pending

Reason: N/A

Name: Hannah

Status: Rejected

Reason: Doesn't do oral (yes, really)

Name: Savannah

Status: Rejected

Reason: Blue hair, septum piercing

Name: Liana

Status: Rejected

Reason: Wants an open relationship (i.e. wants to have sex with other men)

Name: Wendy

Status: Pending

Reason: N/A

Name: Sophie

Status: Rejected

Reason: Hyper-religious

Name: Sabrina

Status: Rejected

Reason: Thinks master shouldn't be with other women

Name: Luna

Status: Rejected

Reason: Convinced that I'm oppressed by master

Name: Selina

Status: Rejected

Reason: Blatant alcoholic

Name: Clarissa

Status: Rejected

Reason: Detection wards revealed herpes

Name: Arianna

Status: Rejected

Reason: Hardcore feminist

Name: Abby

Status: Rejected

Reason: Has children already

Name: Samara

Status: Rejected

Reason: Facial tattoo

Name: Kaylee

Status: Rejected

Reason: Borderline retarded

Name: Brooke

Status: Rejected

Reason: Too many previous sexual partners

Name: Molly

Status: Rejected

Reason: 'Daddy' fetish

Name: Sadie

Status: Rejected

Reason: Too concerned with master's money

Name: Emma

Status: Rejected

Reason: Bitch

>>12124

>Reason: Man hands

>>12124

>Reason: Stupid name

>Reason: Blue hair, septum piercing

>Reason: Convinced that I'm oppressed by master

>Reason: Bitch

>>12124

"Okay, I'm done. Where is he?" Lucy demands of me and drops a full basket of laundry on the floor of the kitchen. Working on those manners, I see.

"He?" I ask, perking my ears as I turn from the sink.

"You know goddamn well who I mean!" she growls. A weird turn of phrase for a demon.

"Those aren't folded," I point down at the pile of clean clothes haphazardly thrown into the hamper. They do appear clean at least, I suppose.

"Look. I'm a sex demon. I don't have any skills that aren't related to fucking. I don't know what you expect from me," she crosses her arms and pouts.

That's technically a fair point, but these are some bottom-of-the-barrel domestic tasks I'm giving her. It's not like I gave her any chores I didn't think she could handle, like cooking a meal, or not being a bitch for five minutes.

I dry my hands and walk over, picking up a shirt, "It's not that complicated, let me show you."

More pouting, "He said do what you needed me to do, and you said clean them. I cleaned them. Now when do I get fed? He promised. Now I can't find him."

"We just ate dinner an hour ago," I sigh and tell her, noticing that she's not paying attention to the folding.

"You know what I fucking mean, Lorelei," that's an improvement, she used my name.

"Given the time, he's probably up in his study," I continue patiently folding.

"I tried, the door's locked. And it's solid, I think he put a ward on it or something."

"Then he's definitely in there - wait, what do you mean 'solid'?" my ears droop a bit, "I better not find hoof prints on that door, Lucy."

She ignores my concern, "What the hell is he doing in there, when I'm out here waiting for him?"

"This is quite normal. Things have been a bit out of sorts since you arrived, but you'll find that master is actually quite the introvert. It's regular for him to spend time alone like this," I explain.

"How do we get in there?" she demands, tapping her hoof on my nicely cleaned floor.

"We don't. That's the purpose of a lock. We wait for him to come out when he's ready," I try to sound patient, and not because I know it pisses her off.

"Well don't you have a key?"

"I do," well, not just because I know it pisses her off.

"Can I have it?"

"You cannot."

"What's the point of having it, then!?" her tail whips from side to side.

"In case I need to get in there," I resume my folding, "And I don't, right now. Master locked the door because he wants to be alone, and we will respect that."

"But I need to-"

"No you don't," I abruptly state, "You can wait till he comes down."

She just crosses her arms and growls.

>>12163

Believe it or not, things have been getting better between us. She still acts like somewhere between a spoiled child and an animal in heat, but since I fed her master's semen, she's softened a bit towards me. Less like an intolerable house guest, and more like an intolerable sibling. And more importantly, her attitude towards master is noticeably more submissive, I'm pleased to say.

The swishing of her tail calms and she simmers down a bit, "So what have you been doing out of the house, Lorelei? I wonder if our master would be curious…"

I stop folding and set the clothes down, "I'm not sure I care for what you're insinuating, Lucy."

"I'm not insinuating. Just noting what I see. You leave the house late in the evening, when master is occupied. You dress up nicely. And sometimes you come back with a smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol on you," she idly inspects her nails, "Almost like you're out dating or something."

She's more clever than I gave her credit for. It's sort of technically right, even if she's way off base about what she thinks she's got over my head.

"So what is it, Lorelei?" she leans over the table, not even sure if she's trying to taunt me with her impossibly perfect breasts, "Find another man to take care of your needs? Another human? Or maybe you're a traditionalist, and you want some of your own kind?"

Okay, the elf boy implication is too far, bitch, "It's nothing of the sort, Lucy. I think the orgasm denial is getting to you."

"Oh, I don't blame you. Hey, if a girl can't get it at home, where can she get it, right?"

"I think you'll recall that I wear a chastity belt. What you're proposing is ridiculous," I narrow my eyes at her.

"Ah, so you're a backdoor girl, are you? Why doesn't that surprise me?" the tail swishing starts again, "But here's the thing - I thought you belonged to master, body and all. What would he think if he knew you were giving it away to some other man? Would he be okay with that? I mean, just because he hasn't felt your little holes were worth fucking doesn't change the fact that they're his, right?"

"I'm doing nothing of the sort," my ears fold back like a cat, "And if your senses are as sharp as you make them out to be, your nose would tell you that nothing like that is happening."

She shrugs in a very passive-aggressive manner, "Maybe you shower before you come back?"

"My hair would be wet," I snap back.

Her expression breaks and she giggles, "Lorelei, you know I'm just fucking with you, right?"

"Are you?" my ears stay folded back.

"Eh, like fifty-fifty. I don't actually think you're fucking other men. But you do smell like other women sometimes, even if not sexually. I wanna know what's up. C'mon. We're basically sisters now, you can tell me."

"And the implication that you were going to blackmail me, I'm just supposed to forget about that?"

"Ugh, all hung up on little things like that. Look, I need that fucking cock, so yeah, if I thought I could blackmail you into facilitating that, I would. But if you were fucking around, you'd deserve it, no?" she leans back and stretches, "But you're not, so no harm, no foul, right?"

I just hold my arms crossed and study her.

"Again. Demon from hell. Not sure exactly what you expect from me, here," she slouches against the wall.

I sigh and drop my arms. She's strangely hard to stay mad at.

"We want the same thing, don't we? I can see it in your eyes when you watch him. Not to mention smell how drenched you get when he gives you any attention. And you call me a slut," she says, not incorrectly.

"What's your point?"

"I think whatever you're up to is about pleasing him. You know, on account of you being obsessed with him like a horny teenager," she walks over and puts her hands on my shoulders, "And I'm all about that. Making him happy can only mean more attention. So tell me, and maybe I can help."

I'm only given a moment to ponder this proposal of a deal from a literal devil for a moment.

"Talking about anyone I know?" master asks.

>>12163

>>12164

>We want the same thing, don't we?

Just keeps getting better. Absolutely loving this story.

>>12226

A good question!

These things are a bit subjective, and vary from elf to elf. But overall, it's a bit like spoiling a child. If you indulge them, or let them indulge themselves too much, they become used to it, and may start to think of it as a right, or even something they deserve.

Elves do have a strong libido, even if some of them would like you to believe otherwise. Proud and noble or not, they are, in fact, lewd. Even moreso around humans, particularly those they have affection for. Paradoxically, their affection for their humans may lead them to be less obedient, as they focus on their own pleasure, and neglect duties.

Many over-indulgent owners have found their elf sneaking away, when they should be performing other duties, to masturbate. Sometimes they even find items missing, like their previously worn clothing, which elves enjoy smelling while they masturbate, or personal effects which remind the elf of their master or mistress, which can be used as improvised sex toys.

An elf who is focused on their own pleasure is less attentive to their master or mistress's needs, both in and out of the bedroom, leading overall poorer performance. Elves need structure, and this loss of focus can lead to them forgetting exactly what their role in the household is, becoming lazy and unproductive, leading to lower morale, personal pride, and overall happiness. Which, in turn, can lead to poor self-care. After all, how can an elf respect and care for themselves, if they aren't even properly caring for their master or mistress?

But you shouldn't feel like you can never indulge your elf a little. You're the human, and their body belongs to you, so you have the authority to give or withhold pleasure whenever you please, and don't technically need justification for either. But you must be responsible with that authority.

Some owners allow their elf's release on a scheduled basis, be it, weekly, monthly, yearly, or the like. Most owners will agree that any more than once a week is too much, but like I said at the start, all elves are different, and some may find, for example, that once a week is far, far too frequent for their elf. Others allow it sporadically, for when they feel like showing some extra affection to their elf, or if their elf is pent up and they think they need it. Still others only permit them as a reward for specific behaviors.

It's ultimately up to you, but you'll have to experiment and see what works out right for you and your elf.

I hope that answered your question.

>>12164

"Master!" I chirp with surprise, jumping a little.

He rests a warm hand on my shoulder, "Didn't mean to startle you. Everything okay? You two aren't fighting again, are you?"

"Not at all!" Lucy exclaims, "We're getting along better than ever."

She pulls me in and kisses me directly on the lips, immediately shoving her tongue as far down my throat as it will reach. Coupled with an ass grab. She's not a bad kisser, she just isn't the one I want kissing me like this.

I struggle a little at first, but it's not really any use. She's taller, larger, and much stronger than she looks. We elves have our strengths, but among them is not, well, strength. This is why we have our humans to look after us.

And just as I start to calm down and accept her touch, which happens amazingly fast with her (which I'm forced to assume is a demonic power, and not me being a needy little elf), she is sharply yanked away from my lips by a pull by the horns.

"We've talked about this, Lucy. I don't appreciate you molesting my little elf without permission," master tells her, before releasing the horn.

"Aww, have I been bad again? Will I need to be punished?" she runs her tongue over her teeth.

"Fair enough. I came down to give you what you've been asking for, but if you really feel bad and won't feel better until you've been punished, I suppose it can wait till tomorrow. Or maybe the next day," master smirks and turns to leave.

"No! Wait! Please don't!" she shrieks, eyes going wide as saucers.

I don't know how she keeps forgetting that master's punishment is always to deny her of something.

He chuckles and walks back over to her, "Okay, okay. But you have to ask me nicely if you-"

"Please master, let me get down on my knees and suck your cock like a desperate slut, until you pour your hot cum straight down my throat," she says in a seemingly well rehearsed manner, leaning in and tugging a little at his shirt.

Master sighs and rolls his eyes little, "That's nice, but lewd begging doesn't really have any edge to it if the person saying it has absolutely no shame."

She give an annoyed snort, "Fine, how do you want me to ask, then?"

He just ponder for a moment, then gives a devious grin, "Here's an idea. You begging like a slut is no fun, but Lorelei doing it would be."

I'm glad to see you're not fooled by her crude attempts at- hold on, what?

"What?" I say, eyes widening.

"Don't worry, I won't order you to say anything perverse. But if Lucy can convince you to ask for her, she'll get her prize."

Hah, you are going without, slut.

"Lucy, now you may molest my elf," he says, very matter-of-factly.

Dammit.

>>12234

If I didn't have such trust in master, I'd feel a bit thrown to the wolves here.

She grabs me and pins me to the wall with her hips, then takes ahold of my blouse, ripping it open in one swift motion. I furrow my brow a little as I see buttons hit the floor. If she's trying to convince me of anything, this isn't a good start. Somehow I don't think she's going to mend the buttons afterwards.

"Be careful with her, Lucy," master says, "I shall be quite cross with you if you cause Lorelei any harm."

Her only response is to give him a seductive smile as she pounces my chest.

Again, a little hard to stay mad at her, especially once she's playing with my nipples. I bite my lip and stifle a whimper. Master will get his show, but if she thinks I'm easily swayed by a little attention, she's going to be waiting awhile.

Admittedly, she is good at what she's doing. My nipples perk up immediately under her tongue and I clench my fists trying to keep my composure. For a moment I forget myself, and imagine it's master doing this. My heart pounds and my pussy starts to drench itself.

And now her aggression just increases. Lips and tongue on my breasts, up my collarbone, all over my neck, and back down again as she sinks to her knees, nails scratching down my back.

I can't help but tremble and whimper a little as she pulls my skirt down to the floor. I don't know whether to curse or thank my chastity belt.

Her eyes shimmer up at me as she drags her tongue along the front of the shield protecting my pussy, "Someone is awful wet under here," she taunts me, like I don't know.

"Oh, master, can little Lorelei come out and play?" she asks, drumming her fingernails against the belt.

"Not today, Lucy. You'll have to make due with the tools you're given," he tells her, authoritatively.

He steps over to the cabinet and proceeds to make himself a drink. I can see the outline of his erection under his pants, and my pulse and my pussy go wild again. It's like chumming the water with sharks around, and Lucy just gets more intense.

She grabs me by the hips and spins me around, pulling my ass out and exposing me. I yelp a little as I feel her teeth sink into my soft rear. Fingers rake over my flesh and I feel fingers probe between my ass cheeks. My whole body tightens.

"Not there, Lucy," master commands.

>>12237

I can't see it, but I can tell she's pouting.

"Aww, c'mon. I can't have the front, I can't have the back, what can I have?" she complains.

"You'll just have to make due. Both are mine to make use of, so no entrance there unless I explicitly allow it," he punctuates his sentence with the clinks of ice into a glass.

She gets annoyed, and only redoubles her effort, moving all over my mostly exposed body. She tries everything she can. I'm not sure how long it goes on, but I find myself a trembling mess. My skin is damp from sweat and from her mouth, not to mention flushed and red. My nipples are like diamonds and so is my clit, in its little soaking prison. My lips are swollen from kissing and my hair is a disheveled mess. The entire room smells like my pussy. And yet still…

"Have you had enough yet?" she whispers into my ear, "I can do this all day, little elf, but you seem a little overstimulated. We can stop this any time, you just need to ask our master to let me suck his cock. Get down and ask him to let me drain his balls and drink his cum, and then I won't need to tease you."

I just pant and shake my head.

"Oh, is that so?" she says, tweaking one of my nipples, "And I thought you cared about our master. What kind of elf wants to deny her master pleasure? Cause that's what you're doing, cockblocking your own master. Not a very good elf, I think, that's the kind that would do that."

My eyes fly wide. I hadn't considered that. And now she's got me, I can't keep master from receiving-

"Oh, Lucy, don't worry about that," master interjects, "Once you give up, I'll just let Lorelei do it, instead."

The look on her face belongs in a frame. I hold back a laugh.

The molestation recommences, but it's less focused, more desperate. No less arousing, unfortunately. But I stay resolute. With a carrot like that dangled, how can I not be?

The minutes go by, and she just seems more and more frustrated. Maybe more than me. She's almost as sweaty as I am, by now.

And then the moment comes, and I can see defeat in her eyes. She hangs her head and looks around. Then to master. Then back to me. And then, something amazing happens.

Her head perks back up and she looks at where she first came into the room. She walks towards the hamper and picks up a shirt, carefully folding it, just the way I showed her, and placing it on the table. Then a pair of pants. Then a towel. She goes through the whole hamper.

I'm baffled. Then floored. Then amused. Did not expect that.

She places the folded clothes back and puts them at my feet, gazing at me expectantly. I cover my mouth and fail to suppress a laugh. Well played, demon.

I walk tiredly to master and sink to my knees, looking him in the eyes, "Master, may Lucy… may she suck your cock for you… and may she swallow your cum. Please."

He grins and leans forward, tilting my chin up and kissing me softly, "Of course, Lorelei. Since you asked so nicely."

>>12238

You know, as much I was resisting it for dignity's sake, and as much as I was hoping she'd give up so I could get her prize, I'm actually kind of giddy with anticipation now that I'm about to see master cum. Of course, I'm still a ball of taught, horny nerves, so that might have something to do with it.

I'd rather it was me doing it, obviously, but that's no excuse not to make it as pleasurable as possible for him. I ask him if he'd be more comfortable in the living room, to which he concedes, and I eagerly lead him by the hand to his favorite chair. A bit like a child urging their parents to the tree on christmas morning. Except, you know, far more lewd, with less wrapped boxes, and more demon blowjobs.

I kneel down and start unbuckling his belt and pants, pulling them down a bit to free his already erect cock. I smile and breathe in, taking in his scent for just a moment.

"Oh! Master, did you want her to be naked, too?" I say, getting to my feet, as for the first time, I realize that she's actually wearing clothes, for once.

Well, 'clothes' might be a strong way of putting it. But her nipples and labia are not visible, and concealed by cloth, so I guess it counts.

He chuckles at my enthusiasm, "I guess I would, Lorelei."

I promptly get up, tossing off the remains of my damaged blouse, before moving to her and unfastening her top. Those improbably-sized dirty pillows of hers jiggle in my face, and I have to put up with her smug expression as she watches me. Amazing that she can go so quickly from her act of submission with the laundry, to being kind of a bitch again. Whatever, I'm far too horny to care, right now.

I kneel down and slide what would barely qualify as panties down to her ankles. As she steps out of them, she moves, almost certainly deliberately, so that her pussy comes right up to my face. I know she thinks it's some sort of power move, but her scent and heat are pleasant to me, nonetheless. I'm still against her having master, just on principle, but with her sopping pussy right there, I can't help but wonder what it would be like to see master thrust into it. I shiver a little at the thought.

She pats my head, probably meant to be condescending, and pushes past me. She stalks over towards master, gracefully sinking down in front of him, and coiling her fingers around his cock. My heart skips a beat as she grabs him. A little pang of jealousy shoots through me, but it's drowned out by arousal.

I scamper to my feet and go to join them. She isn't exactly waiting for me, and I almost miss the instant she takes him into her mouth. The groan he makes is like music to me, and I'm turned on by it more than any amount of groping that Lucy could have done to me.

She goes slow at first. I can see her tongue sliding down along the base of his cock as she takes a little bit more at a time. One of her hands grasps the base, while the other cradles his balls.

Her hair spills all around her face as she moves up and down, and so I step over and gather it in my hands, pulling it back out of the way. She continues without acknowledging me. Master watches her intently, his hands sliding over her cheeks, neck, and shoulders as she forces more moans out of him.

She starts to move faster, taking more of him into her mouth. She must surely be at the point that an average woman would start to have trouble, now. Struggling to hold her locks in place, I take the hair pin from off of my own head and use it to tie back all her loose hair, leaving mine to fall free.

I stand there, just admiring master for a moment as he receives this, but then realize how idle I'm being. I lightly walk over to him, and stand behind his chair. My slender fingers reach down and lightly wipe the sweat forming on his forehead, then gently begin to rub his shoulders for him.

>>12230

Great answer.

>>12205

The idea of them wanting the same thing, working together, and so on. It's nice but also fun to think about the elf being corrupted into helping the demon. Also this >>12211 (Checked) . It's driven by lust in both of them, that's true, but there's also the contrast between the demon (blatant sexual desire and hunger) and the elf (love and servitude). Then I thought perhaps the demon would change over time to become more like the elf. Clearly you were thinking about those same themes.

I thought to myself one interpretation of wanting the same thing is they both wanted him to fuck the demon girl. If he had a human wife she would probably want that too. Demon girls are higher up in the vixen rankings so it feels right.

>>12234

>>12237

>>12238

>>12247

Yes, finally. It's happening. This is the stuff right here. IT WILL PROBABLY BE ANOTHER GOD DAMN TEASE SOMEHOW

>>12247

He leans back into my fingers and moans. Obviously, he's responding to her, not anything I'm doing. But a girl can pretend.

She's all the way down now. I watch her ease the last of master's beautiful cock into her mouth, her lips pressing to skin at the base. From where I stand, I can even see the bulging of her throat. And she makes it look so easy. Maybe demons don't have a gag reflex?

I have to admit, it makes me a little jealous. And I don't mean because there's a hellspawn deepthroating my master when I should be the one pleasuring him. Though, yeah, that too. I mean because of what she's capable of. Elves are petite, and while it's no secret that that's what many human men like about us, it does come with its drawbacks. Namely, little bodies mean little mouths and little throats. Some of the more unfortunate elves out there have to come to terms with their inability to properly perform fellatio on humans at all. The more petite girls and boys with more endowed masters find themselves unable to take their master's cock any further than past the head. I can only imagine how heartbreaking it must be.

I don't think I'll have that problem. He hasn't permitted me to try yet, of course, but I think I'm capable of accommodating him. What I'm certain I can't do, is take him all the way to the hilt like she's doing. My anatomy just isn't sufficient the way a human woman's would be, or in this case, a woman roughly in the size and shape of one.

She doesn't quite move up and down like I'd have expected, but starts to slide her head back and forth, with the full length of his cock lodged deep in her throat, no doubt rubbing his length over every hot, wet inch of her mouth and throat. It seems effective, because I can see master's hips start to push up against her, and his chest rises and falls even faster.

Leaning on the back of the chair, I press my breasts against the back of his neck. Not nearly as nice of a pillow as hers, I'm sure, clear from the way they jiggle about, but I do my best. My fingers slide down over his chest, and I feel his chest hair between them, and the pounding of his heart beneath them.

Though I thought there was nothing she could add to this, her long tongue slides out from her mouth and over his balls, and she manages to lick them will taking his entire length. Dear earth mother. It's hard not to feel a little inadequate.

Throughout the whole thing, her shimmering eyes just stare seductively up at him, even when he seems to overwhelmed to notice. No smug glances at me to show how proud she is that she beat me to it, nothing. She just gazes hungrily at him like I'm not even here.

His hips buck up and his whole body seems to rise at her attentions, seemingly overwhelmed. It must feel so good for him. My own pulse races as I watch him, lost in seeing him in such pleasure. My fingers gently run through his hair as I can sense him getting closer and closer.

It isn't until now that it truly occurs to me that this may be his first time. He wasn't clear about his experience. Does that include oral sex? If so, this must be even more intense than I had considered. I wrap my arms around has much of him as I can reach, just holding him as she performs her duties on him.

She starts to get rougher with him, and her head starts to slide up and down, pushing his cock into her throat again and again. He responds in kind, his hips bucking up into her mouth, one hand tightly grabbing one of her horns to steady himself as he fucks her throat.

If I could cum from just watching something, this would be it.

His breath gets ragged and fast and he reaches a hand up to me, and mumbles my name. I grasp his hand tightly and he pulls me close, the other hand still white-knuckling her horn. As I come in close, he presses his lips tightly to mine in a passionate kiss. His lungs erupt into a deep moan with our lips joined, and I know that he's cumming. His lips tremble against mine and his body goes taught, fingers squeezing my hand almost painfully tight as his hips pump sharply into Lucy's mouth. She gives her own satisfied moan as he empties his balls down her throat. His lips finally release from mine and he slouches down into his chair, catching his breath.

It all only lasts a few seconds, but feels much, much longer. I'm left there, still clutching master's hand as all three of us relax in the afterglow. Lucy rests her head against his stomach, licking her lips like a cat, then grins up at me. I can't even tell if she's trying to show appreciation or trying to lord it over me that she got his cock and I didn't. Right now, I'm too happy to care. I've never felt closer to master than right now.

>>12237

>>12238

I'm not normally into girl/girl but holy crap that's hot and cute. I hope this amazing story finishes with some demoness-on-elf action and both of them working together for Master's cum.

>>12264

It… wasn't a tease.

>>12266 (Checked)

Seeing these pics made me realise that due to their beauty a lot of elves would probably be models.

>>12264

"Oh! It's not to hot is it?" I rush over as master sinks into the bath, just realizing I hadn't properly tested the water.

He sighs in relaxation, "No, no, it's perfect, Lorelei. Honestly, you fuss over me too much."

"Nonsense, that's my job," I assure him, pulling over my stool and grabbing my sponge.

He just smiles and leans his head against the back of the tub, closing his eyes.

"Tired?" I ask him, gently taking his arm closest to me, and beginning to slowly scrub over it.

"More mentally and emotionally, than physically. It might seem easy, but tormenting you poor girls can take a lot of focus," he teases.

I sit there for a moment, biting my lower lip as I debate myself on whether to ask.

"Did…" I clear my throat, "did it feel good?"

"Did what feel good?"

I squeeze out the sponge over his face, and he responds by sitting up sharply with a laugh.

"You know what I mean," honestly, always with the teasing.

"You were there," he says simply, leaning back and closing his eyes again, "I don't think I was really wearing a poker face."

I move to his other arm with the sponge, then across his neck and collarbone and and down over his chest.

"I know. I was just curious. What it was like. I mean with her mouth and all," I force out my words. No going back now.

"Amazing," he tells me, "She's something else with her tongue. Of course, I don't exactly have a lot to compare it to, but still.

I stroke the sponge over his stomach and sides, then down his thigh. For some reason I'm nervous to clean him… there. Which is silly, I know. It wouldn't be the first time.

I swallow a little and work my hands between his legs, sliding over his cock and balls, gently washing what's left of her mouth off of him.

"Do you think you'll let me… Sometime? Maybe soon? I know she needs the… end result, but I could do things up until then. I'm not a succubus or anything, but I think I'd do a fairly good-"

"Lorelei?" he says, opening one eye at me.

"Master?"

"Are you…" he pauses to assess me, "Jealo-"

"No!" I answer far too quickly.

He gives me a loving smile and sits up a little, placing a wet hand on my cheek, "That's adorable, but it's completely unnecessary."

"I told you, I'm not jealous!" I protest, realizing I have my hand wrapped tighter around his cock, like it's going to be taken away from me.

"Is that a fact?" he says, glancing down to where my hand is. He's noticeably more swollen then a moment ago. I tell myself it's the touch and motion, and not because he likes teasing me and seeing me flustered.

"Would you just let me wash you?" I complain, my hand sliding up his shaft.

"This is washing? Is that some sort of double-meaning in elvish?" he snickers, and my ears turn bright red.

"I'm just trying to-" I get quieted with a finger to my lips. Then, in a quick, fluid motion, he grabs my wrist and pulls me close, reaching down under my thigh and lifting me up. Water splashes everywhere as he pulls me in with him. My clothes would be drenched if I'd had time to put any back on.

I'm left sitting with my back against his chest - and my rear against his cock - as both the water and my heart settles. His arms coil around my waist as he leans back.

"If I've not made it clear how important you are to me, then I apologize," he tells me.

"Master…" I struggle for what to say, "I… wasn't done washing you."

"It's okay, let's just lay here for a bit," he says.

I lean back into his chest and just feel the rise and fall of his chest, under me.

"Thank you for being there for me today, Lorelei," he says, fingers running lightly through my hair.

"Of course I was there, where else would I be?" my body bounces a little as he chuckles.

"I mean when Lucy was going down on me… I know I try to be confident, but it's a lot easier when I'm more in control, like when I'm teasing you girls," he playfully nips at my ear tip, "But this was different. This was a little more… vulnerable. Lucy may be great at sex, but the subtleties of intimacy… it's different, you know? I was glad to have my little elf with me."

"I… I don't know what to say, master," I say, a little awestruck.

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything," he says, wrapping his arms tighter around me, "just being here is more than enough."

>>12333

I finally make it back to my room. I don't bother with the lights and just pull back the covers, with my still pruny fingers from the bath, and collapse my exhausted body in a heap. Still super horny with a drenched pussy (can't blame the bath on that one), but strangely satisfied at the same time.

My bed is comfy and warm, and I start to drift off, before I realize that it's a little too warm. Like someone's been…

"You get our boy all squeaky clean?" I hear, accompanied by a pair of hands sliding around me and cupping both my breasts. I'm suddenly very awake again.

"Lucy! What are you doing in my bed?!" I demand.

"I bet you did. Knowing you, you washed the naughty bits extra closely. Bet he's got the cleanest cock and balls on the planet, right now," she giggles into my ear.

"Lucy. What. Are. You. Doing."

"You're so uptight," she playfully squeezes my breasts, "You need to get laid. A good deep dicking and a good hard cum would sort you right out."

Any progress we'd made on a personal level is rapidly evaporating.

"Lucy…" losing patience here.

"Can't I just show a little affection for my dear sister in servitude?" she nibbles my ear lobe, "I wanted to thank you for earlier."

I sigh, "You've thanked me. Now can you go back to your room?"

"Oh, I didn't mean just saying it. I want to help you with your little search," she whispers into my ear, pulling me closer.

I instantly stiffen up, "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you do, your computer's full of files about it," I can feel her grinning behind me.

"Breaking into my computer is a funny way of thanking me, Lucy!"

"'Breaking in'? Pfft. An act of espionage, this was not. Lorelei, your password is our master's middle name," she says, relaxing her grip a bit, "I realize the elven equivalent of IT security is hiding your diary in a hollowed-out log, but considering how long you've been in human society, this is kind of naive."

My jaw sets in a bit, "So you know my secret. What do you want?"

"I already told you, I want to help!" she claims.

I give her a moment of silence.

"I mean it!"

More silence.

"Oh, don't be that way. I can be of legitimate help," she says, jiggling my breasts - which she still hasn't let go of - as if that's going to convince me, somehow.

"Your ability to do so is not in question, Lucy," I tell her, flatly, "Why do you want to help?"

"What? A person can't just want to help her friend?"

"A person can, yes. You, specifically, no," I say.

"Oh, fine. Yes, okay, I have a personal motivation for wanting to help, is that what you want to hear?" she says.

"Shocking."

>>12510

"Look, our master having a girlfriend will benefit us both. You, because you're a weird, obsessive cuckquean, and me, because I might finally get that dick for real," she argues, possibly thinking that that was an insult, "It's taken me this long just to get to first base with him, and I'm tired of waiting."

"Okay, first off, I don't know much about these baseball euphemisms, but I'm quite positive that first base is -not- oral sex," I point out.

"In hell it is! Probably. I don't know," she admits, "I don't really understand it, either. I tried watching a baseball game and it was the most dull experience of my life. No sex, whatsoever. No wonder so many humans call it boring."

"Secondly," I say, moving back to the point, "How exactly is master having a girlfriend going to increase your chances of having sex with him?"

"It'll get rid of this virgin problem," she says, "I mean, he's certainly interested in sex, but refuses to give it up. I admit, I underestimated his willpower. We have to break down that barrier."

"How does this relate to him having a girlfriend?"

"Look, he likes tormenting me because he knows how much his virginity drives me nuts," she explains, "But if he has a girlfriend, she'll want to have sex, right? Then the novelty that comes with being a virgin and denying me will be gone, and he'll be open to just finally fucking me."

"How do you know that's the case? What if his girlfriend is another, how did you put it? 'Obsessive cuckquean'?"

"She won't be, because we'll screen them first. Or did you want to find him a woman that won't fuck him?"

"Well… no," I admit. She does have a point, "But what makes you think he'll start having sex with you, just because he's sleeping with her?"

"He's a man, Lorelei. He's not going to have women under his control and not use them for sex," she says, a little condescendingly, "Like I said, once there's no more novelty of virginity, once having sex becomes a normal part of his life, he'll naturally want to try us out. Or at least me. I mean, naturally I'd be next, that's just logical sense. Better body, tighter pussy, you know."

Not acknowledging that last part. Possibly true, but it's like she doesn't know how not to be bitch.

I sigh, relenting, "Fine, so let's say I believe you. How exactly would you help?"

She tweaks my nipples a little, reminding me that she still hasn't let go, "I have senses that you don't. I can smell purity, so to speak. Helps me with finding people to corrupt. I can point you to women who might be more befitting of you high standards."

"You mean virgins?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"No, no… well, yes, but not just that. I can get a feel for someone's character, what kind of person they are, at least when it comes morality versus degeneracy. It's hard to explain, but the point is I can seek out appropriate candidates, without having to sort through all that bullshit you're dealing with online."

"Okay…" she might be onto something, "But master will never let you out of the house. You're obviously a demon, and he'd assume you're going to cause trouble."

"You forget I can change my form. And I'm not going to be going on my own. Just tell him you need my help with some errands, I'll turn into an elf, and no one will be the wiser."

"You want me to deceive master?" I ask, troubled at the idea.

"As opposed to the totally-not-deception you're engaging in right now? By trying to play matchmaker behind his back?"

"I… um…" she's got me there. Dammit.

"If it makes you feel better, we can confess everything when we're done, and he can spank you like the naughty elf you are, and all will be well again."

I give a long pause, "I need to think about it. Le'ts talk about this in the morning, okay?"

"Fair enough," she says pulling me closer and nuzzling into my neck.

"Lucy," I say, after waiting another long pause.

"Hmm?"

"Get out of my bed."

>>12497

>kidnapped and experimented on by uncontacted feral elves

>>12511

>Let's work together to achieve our common goal

>t. demon

what could possibly go wrong

>>12511

"What? What's that look all about?" Lucy asks, with a well-crafted sort of obliviousness that almost makes me think she really doesn't know what the problem is.

"This is a strip-club, Lucy," sometimes, the emphasis of the obvious is my only recourse.

"Yeah?"

"You are not finding master a girlfriend here," and sometimes my foot must be put down.

"Oh, it's not like I want to fish for random strippers, there's a specific girl in there. I can practically smell her," she gestures to the establishment.

"Plenty of smells coming from there, none of them do I want near master," I cross my arms.

"Look, you wanted my help-"

"I categorically did not-"

"Let's just go, you'll thank me later," she grabs my wrist and practically drags me towards the den of degeneracy. She may look like an elf right now, but she's still noticeably stronger than one.

Master was surprisingly easy to sway. I thought it was going to take a lot of argumentation to convince him that there was any need to let Lucy out of the house, but he relented quite quickly. I know it wasn't anything Lucy said, because he sees right through her, and she's never convinced him of anything. And I know it wasn't anything I said, because, frankly, I didn't try that hard. If I was master, I would have probably said no.

But he didn't, and here we are. The only thing I can imagine is that he felt we were bonding, and he wanted to foster that. So maybe it is my fault. In any case, it's not without conditions. She must stay in the form of an elf, and not reveal her true nature. Additional wards were put in place to restrtict many of her innate magical abilities. And she was essentially put on a leash to me, unable to travel a set distance from me, and under the influence of my command. Which does beg the question as to why I keep letting her talk me into things, but that's a deeper mystery than I have time to get into, here.

"Hrmm… where is she?" Lucy asks to herself, as she scans the room.

I'm still mortified by the look we were given by the man who we paid the cover to. Like he was imagining all the filthy reasons that two little elves could be wanting into a seedy strip club. But now I have a whole new level of horror as I examine the room. I've never been in one of these, but they can't all possibly be this bad, can they?

It's not that I have anything against nude dancing, itself. There are entire elven dancing arts dedicated to enticing and entertaining human men, often for the purpose of preparing them for sex with human women. But this… this has none of the class, artistry, or respect that goes into that.

Humans may be objectively superior, but… it's a sliding scale. They aren't all like master, and no where else has it been made more clear to me. The way these men leer at these women, the way they pay for the opportunity to debase themselves by being public lechers. I won't even get into the way they treat the strippers, and certainly won't repeat anything they say. If these girls were elves or monstergirls, it might be one thing, but most of them are human. I'm deeply troubled by seeing higher beings spoken to like this, even if it is by members of their own species.

"Lucy… Lucy can we just go? This is quite possibly the most upsetting experience of my life…" I plead, having lost much of the strength to stand up to her.

"Lorelei, there she is! C'mon!" she completely ignores my plea and drags me off again, as a new girl comes out on stage.

Admittedly, she is beautiful, and stands out amongst her peers. Fair, flawless skin, no tattoos or piercings. Her breasts are clearly natural, and generous. And she moves with grace, far less vulgar than the rest. Perhaps Lucy is onto something. Maybe I was too hasty to discount her talents.

Our girl finishes her dance and retreats off stage, leaving us no closer. But before I have time to think about our next move, Lucy pulls me away again.

>>12707

"Excuse me sir, we'd like to go back and meet that girl," Lucy tells the towering bouncer standing between us and backstage.

"What?" he asks, a little incredulous as he looks down at us.

"The one that was just on stage," she says, though I don't think that's what he was asking.

"Serenity?"

"That's her! We want to have a quick chat with her, that's all," she says, acting as if she's going to just walk past him.

"People in hell want ice water," I almost giggle at that, actually.

"A common misconception, but I'll let it slide if you just-"

He pushes her back.

I can see her getting agitated. She pulls me away (again).

"Lorelei, I need to you to release some of the wards on me," she begs.

"Sorry, we elves have sharp hearing, so something crazy just drowned you out - say again?"

"Don't be like that! I just need you to release my ability to charm. With that, he'll let us by, no problem," yep, still sounds crazy.

"Out of the question."

"Come on, it's the only way we'll get back there. I saw the way you looked at her. Don't tell me you don't want to see her creamy skin sliding against our master's, as he takes her in his arms and-"

"Finefinefine!" fuck, when did she get so good at manipulating me, "But it's going back on right after!"

"Deal!"

It only takes a second, and I already regret it. But true to her word, it works like a charm (heh). A few quick words, a gentle touch to his arm, and some cute giggling, and he's ready to give us whatever we want. It's actually quite scary that she has this kind of power.

The other girls ignore us, but the one we want immediately takes notice. Not sure if that's Lucy's 'charm' at work again. Does it even work on women?

She finds us utterly adorable, and is delighted that two little elves came to see her. Though surprised the bouncer let us back here. I omit any details about that. She doesn't really need to know, at least not now.

"I'm just doing this for a little while. It's not the best job, but I can't beat the money, and it's easy to work with my schedule while I go to nursing school," she tells us.

Even I know that's a cliche, but it's not necessarily untrue. I try my best to take over the talking. Lucy did her part, this is my responsibility.

I get straight to the point. Her eyes light up at the word 'master', and I'm filled with a little hope. I describe him, and her interest seems sincere.

Lucy starts to 'help' me, with all the class and diplomacy of… well of a succubus that dragged me to a strip join "…so we really just need someone to meet our master who can properly fuc-

"Date!" I interrupt her as fast as I can, "Date him. We're looking for a wholesome girl who might make a good match for our dear master. What do you think?"

"Well, ordinarily, this would come off as weird and creepy, someone trying to pick me up at work, for a man who isn't here. But you two are just so cute and friendly. I can't help but be interested," she reaches over and ruffles my hair, "And I do happen to be single. I broke up with my daddy a few months ago, and I've been wanting to find a new one."

'Daddy'.

So.

This one was a bust.

>>12707

>generous

My second favourite word after buxom.

>>12708

But what if she meant daddy as in someone to read her bedtimes stories? About elves?

>…so we really just need someone to meet our master who can properly fuc-

>Date!

haha

>>12727

>listen to demon

>listen to pol

>>12750

>listen to creature that always lies

>listen to board that is always right

Gee, so hard!

>>12750

>>12771

Hopefully this chart is a fair summary of our opinions on the matter.

>>12773

But it's about loyalty. It's better to obey /pol/ as much as possible while at the same time trying to find ways to compromise on the contentious issues rather than appearing to undermine them. A good relationship works like that too I think.

>>12774

>wants to use the human girl to give birth to a vessel for an archdemon

>mixed opinion

Now hold on a second; that’s so damn mixed as to be homeopathic. Quack controversy! I think that it is fair to say as humans that we want to see happy, healthy white human children produced and raised without any demonic interference.

>>12771

>knockout monstergirl what can produce more suction than a jet engine

>a bunch of neckbeards complaining about jews

>be a demon girl

>just want to be a complete fucking whore for a human man like you were literally made to do

>and corrupt elf and human girls alike and have them serve him too

>want to borrow their wombs occasionally for various projects involving the archdemon

>she'll probably want to be his slut too, the absolute slag

>simply following your nature as a succubus

>get arbitrarily compared to the Jews

>>12708

"So you didn't think that maybe, just possibly, you should have led with this one? And not the strip club?" I ask, what I think is a very relevant question.

"I don't see the big difference, really," Lucy says, shrugging.

"Between a strip club and a library? You don't see where one might be a more reputable place for meeting women, than the other?" I look at her, exasperated.

But I'm only given another shrug.

"Are… are you fucking with me?"

"Language, missy. What would master think if he knew his elf spoke like that?" she walks through the front door, and I follow after her, "Probably bring you over his knee and make your ass bright red. But then, you'd like that, wouldn't you? 'Oh master, I've been so naughty, please punish me!'"

"Shhh!" someone hushes us from a nearby reading table.

Speaking of things turning bright red. We're off to a great start.

"That's…!" I quickly lower my voice before I can be shushed again, "That's not true at all. I don't desire to be punished, and I certainly wouldn't seek out such a thing. Stop putting words in my mouth."

"No one else is putting anything in your mouth, figured I'd give it a shot," she says, a bit too loudly again.

"Shhh!" from another person.

She giggles at my obviously perturbed expression, "Lorelei, you walked right into that one, what am I supposed to do?"

I rubbed the bridge of my nose, "Just find the woman we're looking for, okay?"

"She's around here somewhere," Lucy starts looking through aisle after aisle, with me in tow.

This is a much needed change of scenery. The smell of books always makes me think of my old mistress, though, as time goes on, it is starting to remind me of master, as well.

"Isn't this nicer? No smell of cigarettes, vomit, and shame. We might even find someone respectable here," I tell her, trying to make peace.

"Lorelei likes libraries. Let me conceal my shock," she says, dismissively.

"As a matter of fact, I do. Civilized, respectful people, huge collections of recorded knowledge…"

"…Hobos coming in to bathe themselves in the bathroom sinks…"

"If there's a silver lining, you'll find that dark could, won't you?" I point out her pessimism.

"There she is!" Lucy grabs me by the shoulder and points through a gap in one of the aisles to a woman sitting at a desk, "It's her, the, uh, bookmaster, or whatever."

"You mean the librarian?"

"Yeah, whatever, nerd. That's our girl," Lucy seems legitimately excited.

I almost giggle. She looks like something out of the setup for a porn movie. The bespectacled woman with her hair tied back all messy, in an attempt to make her look uptight and bookish. Then she takes off her glasses and shakes out her hair to reveal that she's a total knockout. Then she uses her power as librarian to extort sexual favors out of a little elf girl who has returned her books late.

"You're thinking about that video with the librarian and the elf, aren't you?" Lucy says, smirking at me.

"No!" I say, a little too quickly, "And I told you to stay off my computer."

"'Oh, please Miss Librarian, don't take my library card! I enjoy reading ever so much! I didn't mean to return my books so late! I'll do anything to pay the fine! Anything!'" she puts on a whole show, exaggerated mannerisms and everything.

"Shhh!"

"Oh shhh yourself!" Lucy snaps at the library patron, who gives her a mean look.

"C'mon, let's meet her already!" she says, grabbing my wrist and dragging me over.

Thankfully, I don't think the librarian was close enough to hear any of that.

>>12807

"Hi there, cutie!" Lucy announces as we come up to the desk, leaning over it, "We're looking for some pus-"

She's interrupted by a quick knock on the head by a heavy book, "Shh! This is a library, ladies, people are trying to read."

Quick to discipline an unruly elf. I'm interested already.

"I apologize for my friend, Miss Librarian," I bow my head a little, "She's not from around here, and her manners are atrocious. We just wanted to talk to you for a moment, if we could."

She smiles, "It's okay, just keep it down. I'm here to help, is there something I can help you girls find?"

"Actually, I think we found it, already," Lucy leans forward over the desk, exposing more of her cleavage than I thought the dress I gave her allowed.

"She's, um, right. We actually wanted to speak with you, specifically," trying to keep her from fucking this up. It's like Lucy has some form of sex-based autism.

"Oh?" the librarian asks, clearly confused, as she closes the book she has in front of her.

"It's a little forward, I know, but we're looking for women who are interested in dating," I explain.

She blushes a bit, "Oh. I see. Um, well, I'm very flattered. Truly I am, but I don't really swing that-"

"For our master!" I blurt out, lowering my voice when I realized how loud that was, "For our master that we serve. He's very handsome and intelligent, and we want to find women that would like to meet him."

"And he's a motherfucking sorcerer, " Lucy interjects, being her usual helpful self. This earns her a quick jab in the ribs from my elbow.

"He does have a magic affinity, as my companion has pointed out, but that's not really the important part. He does love books, though," and I should have asked him to put a silencing spell on Lucy.

"Okay. This is… still a little weird. He sent you to talk to me?" she asks.

"Not exactly," I clear my throat, "He doesn't actually know we're here. But he's single and we felt he should be meeting single women… I'm sorry, I didn't even ask if you're available."

"Unfortunately yes," she smiles, and I think this might be going somewhere, "It's just me and my catgirl at home. It's actually very sweet that you're doing this for him. So tell me abou-"

"We have to go now!" Lucy very rudely interrupts her, grabbing me by the wrist and dragging me off.

"What are you doing?!" I demand as she puts distance between me and what was turning out to be an excellent prospect.

"No fucking cats." she declares, in the most humorless tone I've ever heard from her.

"What? Why? I love cats. And she said catgirl, not just cat, so-"

"No cats. No catgirls. No catboys. No girls that like to dress like cats. No," she reiterates while I try to work myself free.

"What's wrong with them? Are you allergic or somethings?"

"Demons don't have allergies."

"Then what's the problem?" I've honestly never seen her like this.

"They're awful, wicked creatures with piercing eyes that can see through your soul," she says, completely straight-faced,"No. Fucking. Cats."

"Says the demon from hell," I pause, "Are… are you afraid of cats?"

She stops cold and turns to me, "I am not -afraid- of cats. I just don't like them. No one should."

"You are. You really are. What's the deal with them? I've never seen you shaken like this," I'm actually sort of concerned.

"It doesn't matter. This one's not happening. If you can veto a girl over your stupid daddy hangup, then I call a 'no cats' rule," she finally lets go, but starts walking again. Not that she'll get far without me.

Then it hits me, "Is this… people say that cats keep away evil spirits. And the Egyptians said they were guardians of the underworld. Is that what this is? I thought it was all just folklore."

"Shut up," she says, surprisingly sedate, "No fucking cats. We'll find someone else."

>>12798

I am more concerned about Moloch/Baal, Satan and Lilith (((coincidentally))) mother of all succubi, the true overlords of the kikes but I have to admit succubi are far too attractive to be related to kikes.

>>12808

>no cats

>>12807

>that video with the librarian and the elf

>>12808

>sex-based autism

>>12848

OK, I changed it. There is a little story to go with it but it isn't up to standard yet.

>>12849

Looks good.

>>12850

Thank you.

>>12851

>sometimes your husband calls me by your name when we have sex

That's… really sweet, actually. Absolutely adorable. I feel as though there should be a comma between "you" and "Mistress".

>>12862

>>12864

Thank you. Yes, here's a corrected version.

>>12870

>I mean, they’re your panties Mistress

My brain does not understand but other parts of my body certainly do.

“Her husband doesn’t let her touch me in that way, and that rule applies to you too. Mistress used to be a lesbian and he said he doesn’t want her tempted back into degeneracy.”

“You’re straight now, aren’t you Mistress?”

“I know she looks a bit scary with that expression but it’s only because she’s excited to see you. She hasn’t had sex since I arrived so she can get a bit worked up. Now you’re here as well that probably won’t change anytime soon.”

“Isn’t that right, Mistress? Do you want to masturbate? It’s okay, really, my sister doesn’t mind. She’s just a bit nervous, that’s all.”

“He never said she can’t play with herself so Mistress likes to dress me up and take pictures.”

“Go ahead, Mistress.”

“Let me open your blouse. Mistress really likes big breasts like yours. There. I’m going to rip your tights so Mistress can see your panties too. No, don’t worry about that, Mistress buys me lots of clothes.”

“Shall I kiss her now, Mistress? Like those girls on your computer?”

>>12877 (🐸🐸)

Double sevens, double frogs.

>>12808

"Putting aside why we were talking to her to start with, you don't see maybe how that wasn't the best way to open a conversation?" I inquire while we walk.

"Seems like a relevant question to me, considering her background," Lucy says, shrugging in a way that almost makes me believe she isn't full of it.

"How is 'so, do you do anal?' relevant to her background?!" I demand.

"She was catholic. Made sense at the time. You know how they're uptight about regular sex."

"She was a nun, Lucy," I say, again, needing to point out the obvious.

"So she was very catholic. And you don't know that for sure," Lucy argues.

"She was wearing a habit. Outside of a church."

"So? I've worn them before, am I a nun?" she reveals, because of course she has.

"What made you think you were going to talk her into dating master, anyways?" I ask, once again.

"You never know until you ask, she could have been receptive, what makes her so unlikely to desire a man's attention?"

"The celibacy thing has a lot to do with it," I say.

"Sure. Cause he doesn't know any girls who are currently chaste which hungrily fantasize about riding his cock at night while they dry hump a pillow and watch videos of human men fucking elf girls on her computer," she says. And she's a bitch, if I haven't mentioned that lately.

"Not the same thing, and I asked you to stay off of my computer," I reply, knowing how useful it is as the words leave my mouth, "They make a vow of chastity to sex altogether, so it stands to argue that-"

"I realize that elves are weird pagans or something, but you can't possibly be this naive about an institution like the church. She wouldn't be the first nun a succubus convinced to suck cocks for her. I mean hell, four of the popes in the last two centuries have been infernal collaborators. Active cannibals, too," she throws out with surprising nonchalance, as we pass a family of four.

I glower at her a little for her lack of discretion, "Please, there's no way that's…" I pause, "Really?"

"Mhmm."

"Which ones?"

"None of the ones you'd expect," still have no idea when she's fucking with me.

"This is getting away from the point, Lucy. You can just open with asking someone if they do anal. Even if she wasn't a nun, that wouldn't have been okay. There's just no tact to it," I tell her, already realizing it's like explaining manners to a dwarf.

"Don't you think it's important? You want our master to have an uptight woman who denies him full access to her body?" she starts with that manipulative demon crap again.

"No! That's not what I mean. Of course I want him to have a woman who's sexually open to him-"

"So if she doesn't do anal, then it stands to argue that we're wasting our time with her. Better to know to start with. It's really the most efficient method. Cut right to the chase," she argues, like a salesman.

"She could still be open to doing anal, but object to being asked such a crass question right at the start. How the hell do you ever convince any woman to do anything, when you scare them all off like this?" I demand.

"Oh I scare them off? It's my fault is it?" she stops and turns to me, "What about foot girl?"