What's the proper amount of clothing for an elf? What's the proper style for elf clothing? Fancy clothes with jewelry or a burlap sack? Fancy clothes that have been ripped? No clothes at all? Let her choose her own clothes maybe?

>>16287

This is the Current Year, anon. Elves can wear jeans.

>>16287

>you wouldn't find many Butch elves

Now I want to dress an elf in butch clothes to embarrass her. Watch her awkwardly walk around as she wears tight fitting pants for the first time.

>>16288

>Current year

>Letting elves culturally appropriate white people's jeans

>Current year

>Letting elves culturally appropriate white people's genes

What about conservative dressing elves?

Inb4

>Elves

>Not sluts

Elves a shit.

>>16322

Elves a perfect (for bully)

>>16322

Elves are a graceful and noble race. If you think they will let your crude sexual bullying weaken their resolve to befriend humans you are sorely mistaken. S..so do your worst, you lewd brute! You don't scare us.

>>16328

Humans like you and I, except they have not yet learned to embrace elves as companions and friends like we have. They probably just see elves as sex objects to tease and torment. It makes me tremble like a leaf just to think of it.

>>16333

(Checked)

It could be anything from threatening to pump them full of hot human spunk and then refusing to follow through, calling them knife-eared cocksleeves, tickling their ears, sticking their fingers in the elves mouths and making them taste their human wives and then leaving, rough headpats, teasing elves by walking around in public in clothes that reveal the lewd outline of their oversized human manhood, etc.

>>16334

> threatening to pump them full of hot human spunk

>and then refusing to follow through

>tickling their ears

>sticking their fingers in the elves mouths and making them taste their human wives

>and then leaving,

>rough headpats

>teasing elves by walking around in public in clothes that reveal the lewd outline of their oversized human manhood

What kind of deranged freak would even conceive this literally inhumane depravity?

>>16337

>literally inhumane

I'm not sure what you're implying.

>>16342

I'm all ears..

What about ear biting, is that bullying, or is that giving them exactly what they want?

>>16348

Ears or gtfo.

>the ordinary human sort

>Tfw elves admit that their ears are not normal

>>16350

Awfully suspicious, aren't you? Lucky for you I just took this photograph of myself. Note the ears!

>>16346

I like to see elf ear biting. Definitely need to encourage that as much as possible.

It’s obvious what will happen if you let an elf girl into your home. It makes sense that a human wife might become sexually frustrated as her husband spends night after night in the elf’s bedroom. That combines with natural protective and motherly instincts into a heady, passionate mix of jealousy, lust, a need to dominate and no doubt some desperation too.

The best way to deal with that is to punish and hurt your man’s new lover as much as she deserves. Don’t be afraid to bite her ears as you put your fingers in her elf pussy. Elf girls should be made to cry just as much as they cum. Don’t let her get away with being a slut for your man so easily. Show her who’s boss and teach her a real lesson about how things work.

>>16352

>The best way to deal with that is to punish and hurt your man’s new lover as much as she deserves

Unfortunately I don't know how effective that would be as a punishment, as elves seem to derive great pleasure from any stimulation of their ears. It makes me think someone ought to invent some sort of 'chastity earmuffs'.

>>16341

>>16343

>>16348

Nothing suspicious here, boss…

>>16353

>Master buys new earmuffs

>for me

>so thoughtful, their surface area makes them really sensitive to the winter cold

>master puts them on you a la giving a human woman a necklace

>hear a click

>why did it click?

>You now have to struggle to listen to master’s demands, resulting in utter silence on your part.

>your ears haven’t had any stimulation in weeks

>>16411

>impartial observer

>not an elf at all

>>16269

"Lorelei," she looks back at me, her loose hair covering part of her face, "be a dear and guide me in."

I release that breath and lean in gingerly spread her lovely pussy lips wide, then grasp Master's cock by the base and press the head to her opening. Strangely enough, Lucy isn't interfering. Her face is right next to mine, and her attention seems just as locked.

"O-" my voice cracks a little, "Okay," I manage to squeak out.

Immediately, her hips begin to sink down, and and his cock presses into her. I can hear them both moan as the head disappears inside of her. Little rivulets of her juices touch my hand as she presses her weight down on him, pushing the moisture out of her. I realize I'm squeezing the base of his cock terribly hard, my fingers starting to go white. He doesn't really need my hand there anymore, I should release it. But for some reason, my hand doesn't listen, and stays clamped where it is. Master doesn't seem to be complaining, however.

"Ohhh, my…" Miss Clara murmurs aloud, trailing off. At least, I think that was her. And not me. No, no, that was definitely her.

Warmth covers my clenched fist as she reaches it, her soaked pussy lips pressing against my hand. She turns back with a playful grin at me.

"It's okay, Lorelei, I've got him. I promise, I'll take good care of your Master," she says to me with a wink.

That was my signal to let go. Again, my hand doesn't quite get the message. Fortunately, in a rare move of helpfulness, Lucy reaches over and peels my fingers free from Master's cock. Clara sinks the rest of the way down in an instant and with a sharp little moan.

They seem to just sit there for a moment, enjoying being joined. Lucy takes the opportunity to start sucking on my wet fingers, which I don't bother fighting. My hand is free, but my eyes are still glued to where the two humans are joined. He's really inside of her.

Slowly, she lifts her hips, and I can see how wet Master's cock is with her fluids, before she slides back down. And again, and again. She gyrates her hips around as she slowly works over his shaft, leaving more of her wetness over him with each thrust.

Lucy has stopped the licking and sucking of my fingers, and is merely clasping my hand now. Each time Clara slams home, I squeeze her tightly, and she squeezes back.

It's such a tight fit. We rarely admit it, out of fear of being disrespectful, but we elves like to think of our pussies as being the tightest around. A good elf would never get in the way of her master being with a proper human woman, but it's still a point of pride to know what we can offer them. That our simple physiology is like it's made to bring pleasure to the human penis. But looking at Master overfill Miss Clara with his cock, I can't help but wonder if I really am any tighter than her.

I mean, that would be a good thing, right? It's not like it changes what I am to Master. Miss Clara is already my superior, as a human, so it's not like it would lower my value any. But I'm so curious.

Without really thinking about it, I reach between my legs with my free hand. Just to check. The belt is off, so it's a good time to do so. My fingers reach around my still soaking pussy and find my opening. I feel around it, and my finger even slips inside. I can't tell. I'm tight like an elf should be, and I haven't been used any time recently, so even better. But it's hard to tell. Especially since Master has Clara all stretched out now.

I may have to wait until Master decides to use my pussy. Then he can tell me. My finger slips in again, still wondering. And then again, but less about wondering.

>>16455

Fuck. I am totally, completely masturbating. I'm not supposed to be, but I am. This isn't right. I'm a good elf, and I don't do this sort of thing without permission. And certainly not after Master just went down on me, of all things. I should be grateful and behave myself. I should be too sensitive for this to feel so good. I should stop. I really should.

But like before with Master's cock, I tell my hand to stop, but it keeps going.

And then, I'm caught. Not by Master or Clara, but by Lucy, which is almost worse. I get a little nip on my ear and turn to see her looking down at my very busy hand. Again, that should stop me, but it doesn't.

She just gives me a smug look and brings my other hand down to her own crotch. The barrier is supposed to stop her from touching herself, but it apparently doesn't work if she's using my hand.

My fingers seem to go off on their own and dive into her with the same enthusiasm as those in me. I shouldn't be fingering myself, and I -definitely- shouldn't be fingering Lucy. But I'm so completely lost to the sensations.

I hear a whimper from behind me, and tear my eyes away from my Master for long enough to see Piper avert his eyes from mine. Clearly, he can see us - me - fingering us, from behind. He looked a little uncomfortable. This is probably not a good time to be wearing that cage. Or to be an elf boy, in general. Seeing all three of these pussies that belong to Master, and are so wet for his human cock, and knowing that he won't get any; it must be hard. For a brief moment, I consider taking pity on the boy, and moving to at least give a better view for him. But the thought evaporates as my attention is sharply drawn back at the sound of Master's beautiful sounds.

Master has never been very loud, sexually. At least not from what I've seen. But Miss Clara seems to be forcing some of the most lovely sounds out of him. Louder than when I've gone down on him. Louder than when he fucked my ass. And his hips are really thrusting up into her. She must feel so good.

As long as I'm being a bad, impulsive elf, I might as well get into it. I push myself forward as best as I can with both of my hands busy, and promptly slide the length of my tongue up the length of Masters cock as Clara lifts up. I get an instant reaction from Master, as his hips buck sharply, but nothing to imply he's upset and my becoming involved without asking.

I keep my head low, trying to not disrupt anything, though it gets a little crowded when Lucy decides to join me. Together, we kiss and lick all over Master's cock and balls, cleaning his shaft of a new coat of Clara's wetness each time he draws out of her.

Lucy tries to force my hand harder against her pussy, as much as she can without getting her hands too close. I'm surprised she hasn't peaked yet. I'm almost there again, myself. I struggle with my own desires. I could easily go over the edge, and I want to, but… do I add insult to injury with something like that?

Unfortunately, my decision is made for me, as Master sits up and lifts Miss Clara, tossing her backwards onto the bed. She practically lands on Lucy, but I'm thrown a bit to the side in the commotion, my hands now free of anyone's genitals, and whatever release I was on the verge of, gone.

He kneels over her, his glistening cock poised like a weapon, and leans down to kiss her hard. Their lips lock, suckling and biting the soft flesh for a moment before he grabs her and flips her body over, leaving her face to face with Lucy beneath her. He lifts her hips up and slams inside of her from behind, forcing a beautiful gasp from her lips.

>>16458

So much enthusiasm. She must feel so great inside. I start thinking again if she's tighter than me. The longer I think about it, the more I like the idea that she is. I don't know if it's true or not, but I love the idea that she can offer so much pleasure to Master. I've been accused of having a human fetish before, but I don't think that's fair. Of course I love humans, how could I not, when I see something like this?

She steadies herself on all fours and bucks back against Master as he roughly fucks her, as he… well let's just say it, dominates her. I didn't even expect Master to last this long with her, much less get so aggressive and powerful. He's really taking her and making her his. I am so incredibly proud of him right now.

She groans and gasps under him, grabbing a hold of Lucy and kissing her hard. The two embrace and Lucy almost looks submissive from this angle. They cling to each other, their lips parting as Master grabs a handful of Clara's hair and pulls on it, drawing her in harder with each thrust.

It's… quite a display. I find my fingers drifting downwards again, and I have to stifle them from taking advantage of my own body again. Instead, I quickly decide that I should attend to Master, to keep them busy.

I grab the nearest discarded garment, which appears to be my own blouse, and move to Master's side. Careful not to disrupt his rhythm or focus, I gently run the cloth over his chest, shoulders, and forehead, wiping away the sheen of sweat formed on his skin. His eye catches mine as I wipe him off, and he gives me a playful smile. I avert my eyes and blush, my heart fluttering at the idea that his thoughts went to me, if only for a second, while in the throes of passion.

Part of me wants to hold him close while he makes love, but now is not the time. His focus should be on her. Instead, I slink down behind him, my fingers reaching out and cupping his balls, gently rubbing them, as if coaxing them to empty their load into her.

From here, I get a perfect view of the penetration. The way he spreads her wide with each thrust and the way she drips all over him, her moisture falling down onto Lucy's own pussy. I make a mental note to get Miss Clara a glass of water after he's done with her, she might be getting dehydrated.

It seems like she's tamed Lucy, at least for the moment. The demon barely makes a sound that isn't a moan or a gasp, Miss Clara aggressively molesting her, something I can even make out from here.

And then it happens, I can hear it in her voice. The pitch of her moans gets higher and faster, and her body stiffens. Miss Clara cries out sharply and I can see the way her pussy clenches around Master, bucking wildly back on his cock, leaking her hot, creamy fluids all over him. I can only imagine what it's like to cum all over Master's cock like that.

And before I can recover from witnessing Miss Clara peak, Master does as well. He grabs her and uses her so roughly that I worry he'll hurt the woman. I can feel the muscles twitch and his balls seem to lift towards his body as he releases into her. The base of his cock throbs and I can almost see the fluid exiting his body into her's.

He nearly collapses when he finally subsides, leaning forward and off to the side as he hits the mattress, his chest rising and falling. Maybe not a good elf behavior, but I pounce him like a kitten, immediately going for his cock. Master doesn't scold me, though perhaps he's simply too tired to do so. I lovingly clean every inch of his shaft, balls, and everything around them, licking up Miss Clara's until he's completely clean.

My Master taken care of, I turn to his woman. Miss Clara is still laying with her rear mostly exposed, face to the mattress. I catch a drip of Master's seed flowing out of her, before it can get away. I press the lips of my mouth to those of her pussy and suck the hot cream from her body. She moans and whimpers, hips pushing back on my mouth as I clean her out.

When I finally finish, I collapse, myself, onto my back, cherishing the flavors still on my tongue.

That is, until I'm ambushed by the succubus. Lucy lays on top of me and stares me down with a knowing glance. I try to pretend I don't know what she wants, but there's no use, her eyes say it all. Knowing she does need it more than I, I relent. Her lips press firmly to mine and ease them open, fingers wrapping around my head to hold me in place as she sucks hard at my mouth. Reluctantly, I open wide and let her take what she wants, sucking the hot, mixed fluids from out of my lips. Our mouths part and I sigh while she swallows, looking like a satisfied cat before resting her head against my chest.

>tfw bf will never sleep with elf girls who are hotter than you in every way

>>16508

>Tfw your bf will never explain to you that he loves you so much therefore he can’t fuck you

>your bf will never get an elf girl to satisfy himself and keep you pure

>because he loves you

>you’ll never get to watch through a door left slightly ajar as he fucks her instead of you

>youll never get to see the elf girl thoroughly enjoying herself, asking your bf if she’s better than that stinking “humie”

>you’ll never wonder if your bf will agree on every level or explain that he’s only doing this for you

>>16515

>stinking humie

There are dominant elf girls who become very possessive over their master but none of them would ever use a crass term like that. It sounds like something an orc would say.

>never

Why? What's wrong with him? Surely if the elf is pretty enough it will happen. Maybe not immediately, and maybe not to the degree you outline, but he can be pushed in the right direction. He's not a mind reader is he? Women have to tell men what they want to give them a chance to do it, especially if it is a strange or unusual thing as far as most people are concerned.

>>16516

He has eyes so if she's significantly more attractive then she's better. Unless she has some kind of serious issue she'll quickly be able to learn to serve him the right way. Elves are usually quite intelligent and very sexually responsive when it comes to human men. So it's not as if she'd be boring.

But yes, a man can fuck his elf girl(s) 99.99% of the time if that's how the relationship works but he has a responsibility to impregnate his human girlfriend/wife. Those are the rules.

>>16523

Oi, I iz a real knife ear elf bitch! I ain't no ork, neither. You humiez iz just jealous of us elf pussiez. We need ork BGC, not filthy humie dick. WAAGH!

>>16524

There's something about your tone that makes me think you aren't being entirely up front with us. But it's silly anyways, even orc women don't want to fuck a disgusting greenis.

>>16526

Dey iz filthy bedwenchez. Ya know da ork 'spression, once ya go humie, we don't want yer womby?

>>16628

>>16637

It's always cute when elves LARP as sadistic human men like this.

>>16638

>No need to be gentle as my large ass is built to take punishment.

Dear twigs,

How does it feel to know you will never be able to let your man go all out on your ass?

t. THICC

>>16637

I hear you, fellow man. I'd use my superior physical strength to grab her and carry her off to my house made of dead trees and metal. Then I'd tear off her clothes and chain her up with some nice cold iron restraints. I'd hold her down while I manhandle and bite the tips of her ears, and maybe even pour hot wax on them.

Then I'd pull out my big cock that's easily 10 big acorns long. I'd let her get a good look at what's going to go inside her and destroy her pussy, so she can beg for mercy while I laugh. I'd make her suck it, if she can even fit my human cock in her mouth, and get a good scent of my thick human musk until her pussy is dripping against her will.

I'd fuck her hard and force her to cum all over my human cock, and keep going until she can't resist any more and begs for me to keep fucking her. Then, all lubed up with her own pussy, I'd make an affront to the Earth Mother and fuck her ass. I'd pump a whole gourd's worth of cum into her ass, then leave her chained up in my room for the next time I need to empty my human balls.

I think the next day I'd visit her village again and kidnap her best friend, who has great tits and smooth skin, and she's always had a secret crush on, but never had the courage to admit it. I'd take her back and make the two of them make out for my amusement. Then I'd fuck the friend right in front of her, while making her ride my face, scratching up her thighs with my coarse human face hair. Then I'd make her suck my human cum from her friend's pussy, and experience how much more and how much thicker and muskier it is than elf cum.

I'd tell them that they're my elf whores from now on, and that they'll be kept in my human house, away from the Earth Mother, for my sexual use whenever I want it. And if they disobey me, I'll spank their pussies raw and then fuck them senseless. But I'd know they aren't going anywhere, they're already addicted to my big human cock.

>>16644

nice

>>16644

>10 big acorns long

I'm an American human and don't know the metric system.

>>16489

He's cooking again. I realize it's because Miss Clara is here and he's trying to charm her (though she seemed sufficiently charmed as of last night), but I do hope he doesn't make this a habit. Again, it's his kitchen, and far be it from me to try to put a human man in his place, but this threatens to get silly if he doesn't let me do my elfly duties.

He does make good waffles, though. So I'll let it go this time. There are other things to discuss.

"Master," I finally say, clearing my throat, "I have something to confess."

I hear a piece of silverware hit a plate, and can practically feel Lucy's eyes dart towards me.

"Oh?" he asks, in between bites.

"Last night, while you were with Miss Clara, I…" I being, looking for the best way to phrase it.

"I think what she's saying is that she really enjoyed seeing it and nothing els-" Lucy jumps in, nearly through her teeth, but for once I interrupt her.

"I touched myself!" I blurt out, to silence.

"Lorelei," Lucy feigns shock, "What kind of filthy elf would-"

"And Lucy too! She grabbed my hand and made me, but I didn't resist," I practically shout, "I'm sorry!"

There. It's out there. I did it.

"Thank you for your honesty, Lorelei, I appreciate it," he says, giving my head a pat.

"You're… not mad?" I bite my lip.

"No," he smiles, "I was already aware, anyways."

I breathe a sigh of relief, "I was worried that I'd be in trouble."

"Oh, you are," he says, far too casually, "The both of you. I'm just not mad, but that doesn't mean you don't have to be corrected. We'll address that after breakfast."

>>16812

"You can leave the dishes till later, Lorelei," Master says to me in a firm tone that tells me exactly why, "Come back out here. You too, Lucy."

"Please disrobe," he commands, taking off his belt as I emerge into the dining room.

It gives fairly solid idea of what I'm in for. Lucy is already naked, because of course she is.

My dress hits the floor and I shiver a little. Master has not put my chastity belt back on, and I'm not used to the cool air between my legs.

"Master, if I could make a suggestion," Lucy leans against him from the side, making it a point to smash her boobs into his arm, "Physical discipline is all fine and good, but I think Lorelei could benefit from something a little more memorable and abstract."

Master turns his head to look at her. It isn't a look of dismissal, but it doesn't scream 'Please Lucy, tell me, I value your input', either.

"You could have her do something with the elf boy," Lucy says, ever so smugly, like it just occurred to her, "I know you wouldn't want to put her pussy up for grabs or anything, seeing as you haven't broken it in, yourself. But making her perform a quick blowjob on the boy could give her perspective and remind her how lucky she is to serve you, you know?"

"Lucy," I force out through my teeth, trying not to scream at her, "Master knows what he's doing, he doesn't need your advice on anything. If he wants to use corporal punishment, that's his prerogative."

"Why is doing that a punishment?" Piper says, raising his hand like he's in school.

"Hush, honey, we're talking," Clara dismisses the boy, walking over to join Master and Lucy, "I think I'd just as soon keep his little member where it is. Sorry, Lucy."

"I think I'll stick with the belt, thank you, Lucy," he assures her, and I relax a surprising amount for someone who's about to get spanked, "It's just a minor infraction, and a rare one, and needs just some regular encouragement."

"Lorelei, palms on the table, bend over. Present to me," he says, authoritatively, in my direction.

My heart pounds. 'Present to me', he says. Just like that, like it's not a charged statement that makes my pussy ache. I do as he says, palms flat on the dining room table, head down and cheek against the surface, my ass pointed up in the air, my most sensitive areas exposed to whatever he wills.

"I'll give you a choice in this, Lorelei," he folds his belt in half, "Since you're usually so well behaved. We'll say… either ten strikes against your rear, or five between the legs?"

"I would prefer them to be-" I begin, but am cut off.

"Between the legs, you say?" Miss Clara jumps in, clearly very curious, "That sounds downright brutal."

"Oh, it's not all that bad, I'd be fair, what kind of savage do you think I am?" Master asks her.

"After last night, you want an answer to that question?" she giggles, "I admit, though, I'm intrigued. I'd kinda like to see that."

Master shrugs, "Sorry Lorelei, it sounds like your decision has been made for you."

>>16833

This

>>16832

'Exposed' doesn't quite cover the feeling of having my ass and pussy on display like this, ready to be struck. He makes me wait before he starts. Because of course he does. I can hear Master and Miss Clara whispering a little. Obviously, Lucy is watching me intently. She's awful smug for someone who's going to get punished, too.

And then, finally, I feel it. The hard leather of Master's belts slaps up hard between my legs. I jump and my nails dig into the surface of the table, but I somehow manage to barely make a noise. Painful though it is, I can't help but take notice of how square his aim was, the folded end of the belt striking directly against my folds.

Miss Clara gasps, not with any sort of pity or surprise, but more like she's impressed. Or aroused. Admittedly, watching Master lash an elf's pussy probably is quite a lovely thing to observe. If you aren't the elf.

Lucy has moved to the other side of the table, and is leaning over to look me in the eye, "Ohhh, I bet that really smarts."

I just give her a glare, but my resenting her bitchiness is interrupted by the second strike. I lurch forward even more as he spanks my poor pussy again. I whimper a little, but no more than that. Lucy manages to give me the most smug and bitchy expression yet as she watches me.

"You know, baby," Miss Clara interrupts Master, "This would be more effective if she were spread open, wouldn't it?"

Don't like the sound of that.

Without skipping a beat, she walks over and reaches right between my legs, spreading my sore labia open. Nope, don't like this.

"That way, you'd strike the sensitive bits directly, you know?" she states, and though I can't flaw her logic, that's not really the problem.

"I wouldn't want to hit your fingers," Master responds. I'm glad he's concerned for her comfort. Less glad that he's not said 'no'.

"Well that's easily fixed. Lorelei, dear, reach back and spread yourself open for us, will you?"

>>16848

Reluctantly, my hands leave the table and reach back, pressing to both sides of my pussy and exposing myself. Surely, Master wouldn't-

I yelp as the belt comes up, my fingers and thighs quivering as it slaps so hard against my soft, pink flesh. I bite my lip and take a deep breath as I spread myself wide for another.

"See, that seemed to effect her far more," Clara states, matter-of-factly.

"Not wrong, I suppose," he replies.

I'm caught in between breaths with the next strike, which is the only reason I don't cry out. The hard leather lands right on my clit. I practically dig my fingers into my skin as the pain jolts through me.

"Okay, just one more," Master says. Almost over.

"Um," Miss Clara interrupts again, "Do you think I could try?"

"Of course," he responds, and I can hear the sound of them kissing.

"Now you're in for it," Lucy whispers from across from me. I ignore it and spread myself wide, again.

The final strike is not like the others. Master is strict, but firm. His strikes are even and remind me of my place. They are dominating. Miss Clara, on the other hand…

I scream this time, and a tear even escapes my eyes. Clara's strike is fierce and ruthless. If Master's strikes were there to dominate me, Clara's strike is there to hurt me. My whole lower is stinging with pain, almost going numb. Lucy audibly moans at my scream. I think she's laying it on a bit thick. If it hasn't become clear yet, she's sort of a bitch.

"M-master, may I stand now?" I manage to force out.

"Of course, Lorelei," he says, his kind tone returned.

I stand and turn to face the two of them and Clara quickly wraps a blanket around my shoulders. She leans down and kisses me firmly on the lips while the both of them wrap their arms around me in a shared embrace, pressing my lithe form between their two human bodies. Totally worth it.

"I'm sorry, dear," Clara tells me, "I know that hurt. But I want you to know you took it well, and I really enjoyed seeing it."

Master steps away, but Miss Clara continues to hold me close.

"My turn!" Lucy exclaims, round the table and promptly bending over and pushing her ass out to expose herself to us all.

"That's a nice try, but we both know this sort of thing doesn't exactly work as discipline for you," Master reminds her that he isn't stupid or forgetful.

"Aww, not even a little?" she shakes her ass back and forth at him.

"No," he says in the most final of tones.

"How will you punish her?" Clara asks, which is a good question.

Master scratches his chin, "I don't really want to deal with something long term, like before, so… hmmm. I do have a TENS unit downstairs, and her reaction to electricity is consistent."

Lucy grumbles and crosses her arms, but doesn't stop sticking her annoyingly perfect ass at us.

"Well, if you're up for suggestions, I know something that might work. Based on what you've told me," she walks over to him and whispers in his ear. My own ears perk, but I can't quite make it out.

"That -is- interesting," he says, as she continues to whisper, "Are you sure they'd be willing to… help?"

"Oh, most certainly. We go way back," Clara responds with a devious grin.

"It's settled then. Lucy, your punishment will be delayed for a few days until Clara can make some arrangements," Master says cheerfully, "You can, excuse me, will put your clothes back on."

She just grumbles again and starts dressing, apparently just as in the dark as I am. Miss Clara returns to my side and wraps her arms around me. She is so very warm.

"Now, I want to relax and cuddle with our brave little elf girl here, come along," she pulls me with her and I obediently follow.

But before exiting the dining room, she stop and turns back to Lucy, giving her a playful wink and a quick clawing motion with her hand. She giggles and takes me into the living room.

>>15994

What's the difference between wood elves and Chinese?

>one has no idea how to operate a car, the other has no idea how to operate a pile of gunpowder

>one treats all other species as equally inferior, the other treats dwarves as extra inferior

>one is easily mindbroken by human cock, the other prefers voyeurism

>one is obsessed with keeping the same ruler for as long as possible even if he's out of touch, the other just doesn't trust anyone who isn't already in charge

>>16849

Something of a lazy weekend has settled over all of us, it seems, after the intensity of last night and this morning. We all settle into the living room, and Miss Clara insists on lavishing attention on me. I'm still a bit sore, but there's an old elvish saying - which doesn't really translate that well, but amounts to 'don't disrupt a human when they want to put their fingers between your legs'. I think it originally had something to do with not angering our conquerors. This might go to explain why we were conquered. But the more direct meaning is fairly apt, today.

One would think that between being allowed such a nice orgasm last night, and having flogged with a belt, that I would be able to manage to escape my libido for a bit. But Miss Clara is not having it.

Curled up under the blanket with her, she can't keep her fingers off of me. Or rather, out of me. This is exacerbated by the things she whispers into my ear, about what wants to do to me, and more importantly, what she wants to do to Master. No clues about what's in store for Lucy, though.

All teasing. They're quite a pair, really. She finally concludes toying with me and relaxes on the couch. I use the opportunity for a temporary escape, and slip away for a hot shower. No one seems eager to put my belt back in place, and I'm not going to remind them, so it's a good time to get clean without the contraption in the way.

I'm tempted by the shower head, because of course I am. I think humans invented the detachable shower heads just to tease their elves. It's not easy, but I manage to get through the process without doing anything to my pussy but cleaning it. I know I could probably get away with it, but then what kind of elf would I be? Besides, I would know.

With clean skin and hair and fresh clothes, I lightly descend the stairs as only an elf can, refreshed and ready to serve Master as best I can. But my ears twitch and I freeze at the base of the stairs. There are sounds. -Those- kinds of sounds. I walk on my toes and follow them, finally leading me to the dining room.

I almost reveal myself by accident, but slip back around the corner once I see them. Miss Clara is bent over the table in almost the same spot I was just hours ago. However, Master is delivering a different manner of punishment, entirely. I swallow hard at the site and try to control my breath, but it's of little use, my heart's already racing. I lean against the wall, out of sight, and take little peaks to satisfy my curiosity.

Somehow, my skirt finds itself hiked up and my panties slid down. Not sure how that happened. But I manage to stop short of actually touching myself, even if I'm already drenched and my clit is throbbing for attention. I clench my fists and take deep breaths as I fight with the part of myself that weighs the pros and cons. Just a quick one, a little edge. Not even an edge, just a quick little rub. I can tell Master later, I'm sure he won't be too hard on me.

>>17092

But no, I manage to contain myself, to both my pride and dismay. I don't stop torturing myself, though, looking around the corner. The way Master's hips pump as he thrusts into her is a kind of magic that I certainly didn't teach him. The sound of both their moans is dizzying to me, even if I still think Master could stand to be louder.

I jump as a hand presses to the wall next to my head, and I look up to see Lucy peering down at me, as smug and pleased with herself as ever.

"Enjoying yourself?" she says with a smirk.

I look down and my skin flushes, "It's not what it looks like, I-"

"It's not? Cause what it looks like is little well behaved Lorelei is schlicking to her Master fucking his girlfriend. Like some sort of deviant little slut," she grins wide, "I'm almost proud of you."

"I wasn't, it's just, you see," admittedly, this looks bad.

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me," she leans in even closer, "But maybe you could do a little favor for me, since I'm keeping your secret."

"I'm not touching you like that Lucy, Master hasn't-" she shushes me with a hand over my mouth.

"Oh, I know, you little tattle-tail, but it's a bit late for that. I'm already in trouble, aren't I? Telling him won't change anything. In for a penny, for a pound, right?" she ends her sentence by abruptly forcing two slender fingers up into me.

I yelp into her hand, muffling the sound. My heart pounds even faster and my pussy clenches down on the digits, out of reflex. I'm loathe to admit it, but it actually does feel good to have her fingers in me, rough as she is.

"Better keep quiet Lorelei. You might disturb our Master and Clara. You wouldn't want to interrupt his lovemaking, would you?" her hand releases my mouth, "Now, because I'm such a good friend, this can be between us - our Master doesn't need to know how naughty his elf was being. And since we're friends, I'm sure you can be a good elf and show me how much you appreciate that."

Before I can speak, her lips lock to mine and her tongue dives past them. I make another muffled moan into her flesh as her fingers force their way deeper into me.

>>17093

She forces more sound out of me than I'd like to admit, but most of it is muffled by her lips. I suppose it should be no surprise that the sex demon is good with her fingers.

Our lips part and she pins me to the wall, clapping the hand over my mouth again as her fingers nearly push hard enough to lift up my hips. Lucy is surprisingly strong. I'm not sure I could fight her off even if she didn't nearly have a head of height on me. I guess this is what my ancestors felt like - vulnerable. Even with magic at our disposal, before we had humans to protect us, elves were easily taken advantage of. We had a reputation among some species as a source of easy gratification, a low hanging fruit to be casually taken for sexual amusement, and tossed aside or disposed of just as readily. Ultimately their failing, of course. Many of those species took that same sort of attitude towards humans, and as a result, are extinct in the modern day.

Demons, being from outside of our reality, rarely had the opportunity to take advantage of elves. Lucy is determined to make up for that. It's not that I dislike it. If Master would give the go ahead, I'd let her. As it is, she's taking what belongs to Master, and that I can't condone.

She has me on the edge within minutes, just grinning into my eyes as I stare back like a frightened deer while she violates me with her fingers. Frightened, yes, but I've no lack of determination, and I'm not about to let her rip an orgasm out of me without Master's permission.

I do, however, become concerned about my resolve when she releases my mouth and sinks to her knees. Her hand is replaced by my own once her tongue plunges between my legs. She shouldn't be doing this, but I'm not about to disrupt Master's relations with Miss Clara for something so pedestrian as a misbehaving succubus.

Her tongue is longer than you'd think. And hot. Very hot. If her body temperature is like this, then no wonder she hates wearing clothes. I don't think that's why, though.

I manage to peek around the corner for a moment. Bad idea. When I'm trying to hold back, getting an eyeful of Master's cock plunging into a woman is the last thing I need. I quickly go from 'on' the edge to 'desperately clinging to' the edge. She just stares with those smug eyes while I'm in absolute torment. I shake my head rapidly, my own eyes begging for her to stop. I desperately don't want to disappoint Master again.

And just as I think she's going to force me to, just as I think my body's going to give in, she stops. My hips follow her mouth as she pulls back, moving of their own accord. I'm both relieved and incredibly disappointed, and nearly in tears from the frustration.

"You didn't really think I was going to finish you, did you?" she rises to her feet and kisses me again, tasting strongly of elf pussy, "I need you as pent up as you can be so you can do that for me."

I glare. No words needed.

"If you'd rather not, I'm sure our Master would love to know about how you let me go down on you," she tightly grabs my shoulders and pushes them down, "Knees, elf."

>>16270

>>17178

I furiously shake my head and resist her pushing on my shoulders, standing as steadfast as I can. I put on my most serious expression, but I already know that isn't going to work on her.

"I didn't phrase it as a question, Lorelei," she points out.

Before I have a chance to respond, she grabs me and spins my body around, holding me tight. She leans me to the side to give me a view around the corner.

"Looks like like they're almost there," she tells me, as we watch Master pound Miss Clara, "If you want, you can just call out. 'Oh, help me Master! Lucy is being mean and giving me exactly what I want, and that's clearly more important to complain about than letting you be with your woman!' I'm sure they'll understand," I don't care for the high pitched mocking tone she used to mimic me. I don't sound like that. I think.

She nibbles my ear tip, and my knees shake, "Of course, you're not just dealing with our Master, either. You want to interrupt Clara when she's getting that cock? When she's right on the edge? You want her to know it was you that ruined everything right before she got off? I saw her strike you this morning. Heard it, too. That shit echoed through the house. Bet that stung. What do you think she'll do this time?"

I swallow hard. She's right about that. Human men can be stern with their elves, but I know enough not to cross a human woman in charge of me. Especially one as confident and in control as Miss Clara.

Abruptly, Lucy derails my train of though with a finger directly up my rear. Both of my hands clap to my mouth as I whimper in shock.

"Like that? I sure hope so," Lucy whispers, in a husky tone, "Piss her off this early on, and you're never getting that cock up your pussy. That's what I'd bet. Anal only, for the rest of your days. No more cumming, no fun with your pussy. That man's cock that you worship like a pagan idol? Just a fantasy. That's what I'd do, at least. But then, I'm real lenient like that."

I know that's nonsense. Miss Clara wouldn't do that. Probably. But it does manage to get my mind wondering what she would do.

"Now, for the sake of your poor, neglected, elf pussy," she pauses to suck on the tip of my ear for a moment, "Get to your knees like a good girl."

My knees shake even more, and one more little push, and my body folds downwards. She pins my head to the wall and mounts my face like it's a saddle. I get in a quick gasp before she starts grinding against my lips. The scent is… something else. I've gotten used to the little quirks of her succubus nature, but they come back in full force when they're right in my face, literally speaking. My pussy is drenched instantly, practically leaking onto the floor.

I try to resist, I really do. I try to close my lips and keep still. I try to refuse her when she tries to force me to please her.

I'm not sure what happens. One moment, I'm trying to turn my head, trying to keep my mouth sealed shut, and the next, I have my tongue up inside her body. Some sort of demon trickery.

>>17202

>>17185

I tell myself that I'm just doing this because I've got no other choice, but I'm not sure I really believe that. I am after all, kept primed for sexual use. Between the orgasm denial and subservience, I'm always prepared for sexual use. It's supposed to be only for what Master wants, but my body doesn't know that. For all our talk of being dignified, elves can be quite lewd.

My struggling decreases, and I accept that Lucy is going to use my tongue as her personal sex toy until she is done. Or until we're caught. The more I bend to her will, however, the rougher she gets with me. It's like she wants me to fight her, or something. She pulls my hair, digs her nails into my skin, she grabs my jaw and holds it square to her pussy, she grinds against my mouth and hisses orders at me to keep licking, as if I have a choice.

I admit that it's more than a little arousing. Obviously, I don't approve of her taking advantage of Master's property, but again, my body doesn't know the difference, and she has me dripping. The fact that Master is just yards away, probably close to filling Miss Clara with cum, doesn't help this. My fingers knead Lucy's thighs like a kitten, trying to keep them away from my drenched pussy. It doesn't stop my hips from humping the air, in place, though.

I steal a breath each chance I get, scared each time that the noise will alert Master. I can barely hear him, to my dismay. Not just because it makes me paranoid that he's going to catch us, I long to hear more of his lovely sounds. But as it is, Lucy decides to monopolize all my senses.

"Don't. Stop." she sternly whispers to me, starting to ride my face like, well like one ride's an elf's face.

I do as I'm told without thinking about it, and firmly lavish attention on her clit as she peaks. She begins to moan out and buck her hips on my tongue, but then there is a distinct change. A drop off. She pauses, and the moans stops. Her hips become more furious, but the moans don't come back.

"Dammit! No! No! No!" she screams, practically slamming my head into the wall with her hips.

Yeah, they heard that one. No way around it.

She finally lets me go, hips still shaking, and she reaches between her legs, only for them to bounce off of the barrier, her face looking more and more upset. She tumbles to the ground in an exasperated groan. I'm confused at first, but I start to recognizes this behavior, as I've seen it in her before.

Becoming fully aware of my surroundings, I look up to see Master and Clara standing over us. I swallow hard, trying to find the words to explain myself. But Lucy jumps in first.

"What did you do?!" she screams, grabbing his legs.

"Nothing that you should have had trouble with if you behaved yourself," he explains, "I can hardly trust you with your own pussy, you know. So I put a reactive spell on you, so that you'd go numb from the waist down if you reached orgasm. On the bright side, I think that's the last ruined orgasm I promised you."

She just crumbles at his feet. I've not seen her look so defeated before, but then again, Lucy is a bit of a drama queen.

Both humans peer over at me and I blush profusely, "I-I can explain! She forced me!"

"You don't seem that distraught over it," Clara giggles, poking my thigh with her toe, drawing attention to my sopping pussy. I clap my legs shut in embarrassment.

Master sighs a little and smiles, clearly in a post-coital good mood, and reaches a hand down to pull me up, "Whatever the case is, I'm willing to look past it. We've had enough drama today already. But I think we need to get you back in your belt. For both of you - since clearly the spells are not deterrent enough for Lucy."

Lucy turns her head a little and scowls, from her position on the ground, but doesn't say anything. I stifle a grin.

"Aww, locking their little holes away already? I do like toying with Lorelei," Miss Clara expresses her disappointment.

"How about I give you her belt's combination? I'll even make a copy of the key, too. Sound good?" Master offers.

Miss Clara beams and kisses him, "You're so good to me."

>>17265

The next week sees a lot of complaints from Lucy about the belt. To me, of all people. I suppose I get that she doesn't really have anyone else to complain to, because Master made it rather clear from the outset that giving him grief about belting her was going to make things worse, not better. But as you might expect, these gripes fall on deaf ears. Welcome to my world, bitch.

It's mostly hot air, anyways. This didn't change much from her, except that trying to coerce me into breaking the rules for her was going to be completely in vain. Which was usually true already. Still, she was bound and determined to make her displeasure as well known as possible. Lucy is a bit of a drama queen like that, as should surprise absolutely no one.

On the plus side, Miss Clara (and no superfluous elves) comes over most every day. Some days she spends the night, some times they go out, and some times she just pops in mid-day for a visit. If Master isn't in, it falls to me to, um, entertain her. Typical elf stuff, you know. She takes full advantage. She isn't so interested in Lucy, though. Or rather, she isn't so interested in actually making any physical use of Lucy. She does make very certain that Lucy is aware when she's arrived, and is present when she asks me to do anything. So in that sense, I suppose she's very interested in Lucy.

She wears that key all the time, too. Master made her one the day after she asked, and it's always on a chain around her neck, just dangling between her breasts, or idly dancing in her fingers while she talks to me, the way one might play with their hair.

I'm not really sure why, since there's a combination, too, which she also has. And she's only unlocked me once, very briefly. She put her fingers up into me for a few moments and told me what a wet little elf I was, before locking me back up and going about her business. Something that I couldn't get out of my head for the rest of the day.

She's over again tonight, but more company coming. Some friends of hers that she wants Master to meet, supposedly. But something's up about it, and I have to say, I'm excited. Lucy, in all her complaining, may or may not forgotten about Master and Clara having a plan for her punishment, but I haven't, and I'm certain they haven't either. I don't quite know what they're planning, but I can't help but feel a little shadenfreude at the prospect, after her reaction to me getting whipped.

It's an informal, later evening drinks sort of thing. Miss Clara arrives early, which doesn't surprise me, given how often she is around Master lately. Neither of them talk much about her friends coming over. Lucy either doesn't find this suspicious, or is hiding it well. With everything I know about her, I'm guessing the former.

When they finally ring the bell and I answer the door, I'm quite surprised by an actually familiar face. A bookish blonde woman with glasses and hair tied back into a bun. 'Bookish' being the most appropriate term here - it's the librarian that Lucy brought me to, only to swiftly drag me away from.

"Well hello there," she says, tilting her head, "Aren't you one of the elves that was trying to-"

"Yes!" I proclaim, my cheeks reddening at the fact that she remembered me, "I'm Lorelei. You must be Miss Clara's friend. Please, come in," I stand to the side for her to enter.

"Pleased to meet you again, Lorelei. I'm Lydia, and these are my girls," she turns to the side as she enters, and two faces pop out from behind her. They're youthful and female, with asiatic features, and most notably, pointy feline ears sitting on their heads. I barely manage to stifle a laugh when I realize what Miss Clara planned for Lucy.

>>17355 (checked)

>she turns to the side as she enters, and two faces pop out from behind her

>two faces

>two

>>17370

It's true that he hasn't fucked anyone other than Miss Clara…

>>17355

"You made it!" Clara says as she and Master appear behind me.

She steps over to Lydia and they exchange a hug and a kiss that seems a little more familiar than what I'd expect from women who are just friends. Not that I'm complaining. It is nice to watch.

I feel a tug at my hand and turn back to find both catgirls advancing into my personal space. They're rather petite, both about my height. One has shorter, chestnut hair, the other long, black hair. They're adorable.

The long haired one has a hold of my hand, and leans forward in an odd mixture of a bow and a handshake, "Please meet you, miss yokai," she says through a thick accent. I'm not entirely sure what she just called me.

"Elf," her companion enunciates quite clearly.

"Miss erufu," she corrects herself. I think.

Lydia giggles and stands behind them, placing a hand on the top of each of their heads, "This Yuki," she ruffles the hair of the shorter haired one, "and this is Yuri," she follows up by rubbing the head of the longer haired girl with the accent. Who might I add, still has my hand.

"I've had Yuki for awhile now, she and Clara have met, but Yuri is my new kitty," Lydia explains, "They're both purebred Japanese Neko catgirls, from a breeder in Hokkaido. You'll have to forgive Yuri's stumbling over words, she's still very much learning English."

"They look adorable together," Clara tells her, "I love the little outfits."

They are, now that I notice, wearing a sort of maid outfit, the both of them. Not a full, frilly french maid getup, but enough to make it clear what it's supposed to be. Given her vocation and ownership of multiple catgirls that she dresses up, I do wonder if she would fall under the category that humans call a 'cat lady'. Does it still count if the cats are catgirls?

I also notice that Yuri is still holding onto me, and is still looking at me with fairly wide eyes. It's starting to become slightly weird.

"Looks like you have a fan, Lorelei," Clara chuckles. I didn't actually need her to mention it. Now it's definitely weird.

"Well, the name isn't accidental," Lydia smiles at us, "Yuri has shown some fairly sapphic tendencies, apparently even before I got her. Not exactly a problem for me," she laughs a little, "But I do hope to broaden her horizons a little."

Yuki manages to pull Yuri back, and the girl blushes and looks down with a smile. I'm not sure if she understood any of what was just said about her.

Lydia's words make me wonder - is that another reason why she's here? For Master to… you know? And now I can't think about much else. Just Master bending a little lesbian catgirl over to teach her the glory of human cock.

Focus, Lorelei.

>>17388

"But where are my manners!" Lydia steps over to Master and takes his hand, "You must be-"

"OH NO. NO NO NO NO NO!" I hear a distinctly non-inside-voice from just out of the room. I almost forgot the whole point of this was torment Lucy for being a bitch. Er, rather, to show her some much needed discipline to improve her behavior.

I do manage to hide my amusement as we all turn to look. There is something extra funny about someone declaring something to be too far, while wearing a top that doesn't quite conceal her areolas. I don't actually understand why she bothers, considering she's never displayed a nudity taboo, anyways. She also seems to have decided that the chastity belt counts as a bottom, but again, she probably wouldn't be wearing panties anyways.

"Lucy! You're just in time to meet some friends of-" Master begins, completely ignoring her objections.

"No!" she shouts, her eyes like dinner plates. I've actually never this level of apprehension in her, "I don't deal with the soul sucking keepers of the shadows! No fucking cats!"

"Funny, it sounds almost like you're making a demand of me," he tells her, quite coolly, "Or that there's a limit of what you'll do sexually. But surely that sort of thing would have come up when we first met and established our contract."

She looks like a child caught stealing cookies. The hubris of demons. No doubt she didn't mention it because she didn't want to give away a weakness that could be used to manipulate her, and was hoping the issue would never come up.

"I… um…" she looks panicked, "No cats! Not doing it!" she turns to quickly leave, as if there's somewhere she can escape to.

"Lucy," Master speaks, his voice deepening with command in his tone. I love that tone, "Fall."

I'm confused at first by his odd command, until I realize it's not just a command. It's a spell. Lucy only makes it about five steps from where she started before her knees suddenly buckle at the sound of his word, and she tumbles to her hands and knees. I note that Master actually waited to speak his command until she was over the carpet. He's really sweet like that.

He very calmly walks over to her and tightly grabs her by one of the horns, pulling her up to face him. If only I had a camera right now.

"Lucy, I'm not making a request, and I'm not arguing," he explains in a strong, even tone, "Tonight, you are going to let these two girls do whatever they wish to you. And you are going to perform any act on them that anyone here requests of you. Do you understand?"

"But-but they're-" she begins, and Master quickly shuts her down.

"I didn't ask if you like the idea, I asked if you understood," he reiterates.

There's a long silence before she glances down and sighs, "Yes."

His expression returns to a warm smile, and he releases her, "Excellent!" he turns to his guests, "I think we'd be more comfortable in the den. Would anyone care for a drink?"

Incidentally, I'm completely soaked. Firm-handed Master is among my favorite versions of Master. Also, I'm sure when he said 'anyone here', he meant the humans present. But I'm still amused by the idea that that could include me. You don't want to mess with Mistress Lorelei!

I cheerfully pad after the rest, glancing back to see Lucy reluctantly following as well. I actually do manage to feel some sympathy for her. Not, you know, a lot, but you get what I'm saying.

>>17392

I think you're unfairly slandering demonkind with the parentheses.

>>17390

The one catgirl keeps staring ate me with this wide eyed expression while I mix drinks. It doesn't bother me, but it's the kind of thing where, if she wasn't so cute, it would be super creepy. It's flattering, but a little weird. I'm not used to being an object of affection that way, I'm more comfortable being on the other end.

There's a certain admiration in the stare… I don't know if she considers me 'above' her somehow, the way I, as an elf, feel towards humans. I never really gave much thought to hierarchy beyond the relationship of humans and their lessers. Though I suppose I do consider elves inherently higher than some species. Just not the kind of species that anyone would want to touch without gloves, much less form an attraction to.

But of course, tonight isn't about me. I hope she knows that. She and her companion are here for Lucy, so she'll have to make due with me watching. Maybe if Master is pleased with her, he'll allow her and I to… Like I said, this isn't about me!

I hand glasses to their requested owners, and find a comfortable spot on the couch beside Miss Clara. To my surprise, Lydia sits on the other side of me, wedging me rather tightly between the two human women. And, because of the height difference in our species, it leaves me with breasts beside my face on either side. While not absurdly large, neither of them are what you'd call small in the chest, at least compared to me. Tits and catgirls and a firm hand. I'm so proud of you, Master.

Speak of the devil - meaning Master, not Lucy - he comes over to join us on Clara's other side. That is, until Lydia quite deftly catches his hand in passing. I jump a little, and not just because this nearly shoves one of her breasts in my face; I naturally get a little on edge when people get grabby with my Master. But I calm and remind myself that it's a human woman, and our guest.

"Oh no you don't," Lydia giggles a little, pulling him back towards her, "I was promised some attention for my part in this."

He stumbles back a little as he land on the couch, nearly on top of her, "I don't remember anything like that."

"I… may have made certain… assurances about you and specific anatomical…" Clara trails off, purposefully avoiding eye contact, "Look, don't worry about it, let's just have a good time. Yuki, Yuri, I think Lucy is in need of your attention."

>>17452

>make due

I hole-hardedly enjoy this story, but allow me to play doubles advocate here for a moment. For all intensive purposes I think you are wrong to have used this malapropism. In an age where false morals are a diamond dozen, true virtues are a blessing in the skies. We often put our false morality on a petal stool like a bunch of pre-Madonnas, but you all seem to be taking something very valuable for granite. So I ask of you to musweenie up all the strength you can because it is a doggy dog world out there. Although there is some merit to how you are using it, it seems like you might have a huge ship on your shoulder. In your story you seem to throw everything in but the kids Nsync, and even though you are having a feel day with this I am here to bring you back into reality. I have a sick sense when it comes to these types of things. It is almost spooky, because I cannot turn a blonde eye to this glaring flaw. I have zero taller ants when it comes to people spouting out malapropisms in the name of smut. You just need to remember what comes around is all around, and when supply and command fails you will be the first to go. Make my words, when you get down to brass stacks it doesn't take rocket appliances to get two birds stoned at once. It's clear who makes the pants in this relationship, and sometimes you just have to swallow your prize and accept the facts. You might have to come to this conclusion through denial and error but I swear on my mother's mating name that when you put the petal to the medal you will pass with flying carpets like it’s a peach of cake.

>>17453

>doggy dog world

It's dog eat dog world.

>>17455 (Checked)

>>17458

>people on the internet still remember guidos

It's nice to know I'm not the only granny here surrounded by all these newkids.

>>17465

Why don't you take a seat… no, I meant this one.

>>17465

>Do all my base belong to the younger generation?

I think our pool closed long ago, desu ;__;

These brats just can't appreciate good vintage memes desu. Instead of posting their tasteless wojaks, they should at least learn how to respect their elders desu and spend some time researching our meme history on ED desu.

Feels really bad, desu…

>>17474

>>17452

Master beckons her over and Lucy slowly drags herself in front of him, with the most apprehensive expression I've witnessed on her. Not only that, but said expression is, if I'm not completely mistaken, utterly devoid of any hint of smugness. Didn't think I'd live to see the day.

Without a word, he reaches out to enter the code into her belt, which then drops to the ground. There's a few little gasps from the womenfolk (though not including myself) as Master reveals his little demon's little demon. She doesn't immediately reach for her pussy, which I half expected. I don't know if it's because the wards are still in place and she's actually learning, or because she's uninterested because of the situation. Considering that she's wet already (no surprise, really), I'm left to assume it's the former. So, good for her, in that case.

"You do like to keep them locked up, does it work?" Lydia asks, reaching down to tap between my legs, as if testing the strength of my belt.

I jump a little in surprise at the boldness, but quickly regain my composure. If Master's lovely guest wants to reach there, that's fine with me so long as it's fine with him.

"With Lorelei, it's more of a formality," Master explains as she leans against his shoulder, "She knows well enough to-"

Miss Clara clears her throat loudly, followed by a chuckle, her arm going around my shoulder and squeezing me to her.

Master continues, "She -usually- knows well enough to keep her hands where they belong. But of course, her willpower isn't infinite. The belt is mostly there to help her out with that. Lucy, on the other hand…"

Who still hasn't said anything, which is unusual for her.

"I take it you don't belt your girls, then?" Master asks Lydia, who I note has made sure her tits are very much in contact with him.

"Oh, no. Keeping two catgirls belted would be more trouble than it's worth. If they don't have their little pussies to keep their attention now and then, they'd find other ways to occupy themselves, and probably destroy the house in the process," she laughs, "I suspect you're more of a disciplinarian than I could ever be."

"You don't know the half of it," Clara interjects, fiddling with the key around her neck.

I assume she's referring to my punishment last week, or the things he's done to Lucy. Honestly, though, while he's becoming more strict and authoritative, I'd hardly call Master a disciplinarian. I've always considered him quite lenient.

A sharp yelp draws our attention to Lucy, her tail sticking straight up behind her as both Yuki and Yuri have silently found their way behind her. Both are already undressed, and all four hands are already very.

"Can we have our demon, now?" Yuki asks, arms coiling around Lucy and grabbing both tits, examining them like meat.

"Go ahead girls, she's all yours," Master acknowledges.

Lucy tries to pull away, as if by instinct, but has little luck with that. Yuri slides up from beneath, wrapping her arms around both legs and burying her face between them. Her escape attempt only manages to throw her off-balance and send all three girls tumbling to the floor in a heap of lesbian molestation.

"Lucy, since you're taking your punishment so well, I might permit you to cum tonight, if you can do so purely from Yuki and Yuri's attentions," Master tells her, "But of course, you'll have to ask, first, while having one of their tongues or some of their fingers inside of you. And you'll need to tell me how much you appreciate the chance to play with the girls, and how much you appreciate the chance to cum from their touch."

Like I said, he can be a bit too lenient, sometimes.

>>17474

Thanks, desu.

>>17534

Huh? Do I hear some stick insect squeaking about something? If I had to worry about every single bug getting crushed by my weight, then your human boyfriend and I wouldn't be getting any sex done.

>>17482

It's curious that two Japanese catgirls taking sexual advantage of a succubus is the second most interesting thing going on in the room. To me, at least.

Lydia is getting very comfortable with Master very fast, and it makes me a little unsure, to be honest. She's getting very touchy, and very flirty, for someone who just met him.

Not that I have any room to say anything. Master seems fine with it, as does Clara. I just worry that she isn't appreciating him on the level that she should. Master isn't just a walking human cock, you know.

It isn't a jealousy, thing, that's silly. If I'm not jealous of Miss Clara, how could I be jealous of her? I very much want him to fuck her. But after that, will she be back? Or will it be a one time thing? If a woman is going to fuck my Master, she really should be ready to start making herself available for his sexual needs. It's only proper.

"They really are going at it, aren't they?" Lydia says, leaning forward to watch.

Yuki has Lucy more or less pinned down. Impressive, considering they're noticeably smaller than she is. Yuri, on the other hand, has already dived between her legs and is aggressively devouring her pussy. That… looks like it feels really good. You'd never know it from Lucy's expression, though. Amazing that a succubus can look uncomfortable at being eaten out.

"Whew, getting a little warm in here," Lydia says, and follows up by pulling her sweater over her head, revealing a low cut shirt beneath it. Not exactly subtle. Nor is the way her hand lands on Master's thigh.

"Don't be shy girls, take full advantage of her," Master encourages the girls. They clearly aren't being shy, I can only suspect he's saying that for Lucy's, er, 'benefit'.

"Why do catgirls have this effect on her?" Lydia asks.

"I'm not certain, to be sure. I suppose it makes some semblance of sense, with cats' relationship with evil spirits, although that doesn't really explain why that is. I, myself, just found out because Lorelei told me she'd come across her reaction to cats," my sweet Master quite thoroughly sells me out. Hopefully Lucy is too out of it to remember that.

"Have they been with a man before?" Clara inquires, playing with the key around her neck, again "Your girls, I mean. I've not really asked before."

"Yuki has. She was a little sneak and had a rendezvous with a catboy at the breeding center, before I got her, but never with a real man" Lydia tells us, "Yuri hasn't. Like I said, she's shown herself mostly to be fond of girls."

"I'm sure we can show her the light," Clara giggles.

I admit, I like where that is going, though this one, I'm actually a little jealous of. Master hasn't had me yet, not properly. He really should fuck his elf before he starts in with other non-human girls. Not that I have any say in that.

>>17549

"Would you like that, too, Lorelei?" Clara whispers into my pointed ear in hushed tones, like she's reading my mind. She's actually quite good at speaking at a volume that's clear to my ears but, likely, not others.

She doesn't wait for an answer, not that it's necessary, the question was clearly rhetorical. What she does, instead, is lean over my slender frame, pressing her chest to my face in the process. She reaches past me and Lydia, all squeezed tightly together, and deftly unfastens Master's pants with one hand. She pulls out his clearly hardening cock, then leans back into her seat, like it's the most normal thing in the world.

Master smirks over at her bold behavior, and she just shrugs in response, "You two are far too slow for my tastes, so I thought I'd just speed things along. What are friends for?"

Too slow, she says!

Lydia giggles and takes ahold of Master's cock in her hand, like it belongs to her or something, and squeezes it as it becomes fully erect. Master grasps her by the back of the head and pulls her in for a kiss while she strokes him. That makes me a little more comfortable. Women taking advantage of my Master puts me on edge. Master taking advantage of them, that's just natural and proper. Also, it's hot.

"What about you?" Miss Clara whispers, again in that hushed tone, my ear twitches and I lean back to look at her as best as I can without really turning away from Master and Lydia, "You wanna get fucked tonight, too?"

I swallow hard. No answer necessary. Did she really just say that? Did she mean it? Could she make it happen? She does have a lot of sway over Master…

"We'll see. There's three girls ahead of you. We'll see how much stamina your Master has tonight," she smiles and nips the end of my ear.

In other words, her friend and both catgirls have dibs before I do. I despair a little at that. He's only been properly with Clara, expecting him to fuck four new pussies tonight is a lot to ask, even for a fine specimen of humanity like Master. In just a few words, she's gotten my hopes through the roof, then dashed them, leaving me a thousand times more aroused than before.

That she starts to drag her fingernails up and down the surface of my chastity belt doesn't help. Lydia is right, it is getting a little warm in here.

>>17581

The problem with multiple elves is balance. If they wiggle around it could cause a big accident.

>>17551

I can't help but start to feel a little like a fifth wheel. The girls on the ground are busy. Master and Lydia are -quite- busy. Miss Clara seems to be just enjoying orchestrating things. And here I am in the middle, all locked up.

But of course, I'm not going anywhere. Besides that Master wanted me here, I've got to make sure things go well. He could need me any moment. Sure, he seems rather occupied making out with Lydia. And having her stroke his cock. But you never know, he may want me to intervene and assist her. She's not really stroking him properly, after all. Not the way he really likes it. And I'd be happy to demonstrate for her. But I don't want to intrude.

Their lips part and she whispers something into his ear that I can't quite pickup. He quirks an eyebrow and she smiles.

"Are you sure?" he asks, and she slowly nods, giving his cock a firm squeeze, making him shiver, ever so slightly, "If you insist," he says.

He pushes up from the couch and gets to his feet, walking around the girls on the floor and starting to unbutton his shirt. He's not really going to, is he?

Miss Clara pulls me into her lap and scoots closer to Lydia. Her fingers roam all over me without hesitation. Hard not to feel a bit inferior to human women when they use you like their toy. She pulls me back against her, and I lay on her chest, but I'm anything but relaxed, waiting for Master's next move as he undresses.

He reaches down and puts his hands around Yuri's waist, pulling her up from where she's got her face nestled between a very out-of-sorts Lucy's legs. Her head shifts back with surprise as the large human easily lifts her, and she stiffens up as his run roughly up her bare skin. That must feel nice.

Without a word, not that she'd understand it, he lightly tosses her back down over Lucy, who is laying on her back. And looking very frustrated and confused. She's all sweaty and her hair is everywhere, and she looks aroused and afraid at the same time. I feel for her a little, but she made her own bed.

Yuri lands on her with a bewildered look, but quickly becomes enraptured with Lucy's body again, and starts kissing along her neck. All while the demon turns as if to avoid eye contact or squirm away. But she gets a startle again when Master grabs her hips and lifts them up, positioning her on her knees.

Yuki, sitting to the side, seems to know exactly what's going on, and crawls over behind Lucy's head, reaching out and grasping both of Yuri's wrists. Yuri examines her position before looking Yuki in the eye, asking her something in Japanese, which Yuki replies in kind. The poor girl's eyes quickly widen, and she shakes her, breathing harder. She tugs at her held wrists a little, but Yuki only says more in Japanese and strokes her companions hair, as if to calm her.

You aren't going anywhere, cutie.

>>17595

He does it. He really does it. He gets a tight grip on her rear, and plunges his cock into her petite little body. All at once, too. Master can be gentle, but clearly is not going to do that today. Yuki claps a hand over Yuri's mouth to muffle the girl's scream. It's echoed by a satisfied groan by the three of us on the couch.

She struggles and begs (I think, it's in Japanese again) like an ungrateful little tramp, but it isn't any use. Your pussy belongs to my Master now, Yuri. I'm torn between loving watching Master tear into her, and being annoyed that she isn't appreciating what he's giving her.

Maybe I'm being too hard on her. Master is quite large for someone her size (or mine), and this is clearly her first time. Even if Lydia hadn't said so, my elf nose can catch the scent of blood on the air as Master breaks her in. Still, when a human like Master allows you to take his cock, you should show your gratitude and submission. And you should work your hips to make it as pleasurable for him as possible. Assuming he hasn't tied you in place, and you can move.

As if reading my mind on that one, Yuki lifts Yuri up and pushes her back - setting her pussy right over Lucy's face in the process - then grabs Yuri's hips and starts to push them back against Master, working the girl's body onto him. It's really quite sweet that she's willing to help her friend like that.

"Someone's enjoying herself," Clara whispers into my ear, her hands sliding over mine, which I only now realize are idly rubbing over my chastity belt.

"Um, I… yes," I stammer out with a blush.

"Mmm, don't you just love it when he fucks you like that? Just takes you and makes you his own?" she licks the tip of my ear.

"I… he hasn't, I mean not yet…" I say, just imagining what it's like.

"Oh, that's right, sweetie. I completely forgot, sorry," she says, though I kind of doubt that she did.

If Yuki and Master weren't holding Yuri in place, I'm certain she would fall helplessly to the floor. He has really fucked her into submission. She's even starting to move her hips on her own. Maybe she is coming around, after all.

In the commotion, I almost forget that Lucy is here. I'm a little jealous that her punishment looks so nice to me. I'd love for Master to fuck a lesbian virgin catgirl on top of me. Which is a sentence I didn't think would occur to me today, but here we are. Lucy is awful distressed by it. At least I think. It's hard to tell with Yuki riding her face.

Master grabs a handful of Yuri's hair and starts to slam harder into her. I can already tell the signs, and I think everyone else can, too. He lets out a deep moan as he slowly and forcefully pumps into her. I can't see his cock from this position, so I can only imagine it twitching and spasming as empties his hot cum into this girl's ravaged little pussy. I never get tired of watching Master cum.

When he's done with her, he pulls free and pushes both girls forward, replacing one pussy on Lucy's face with another. She tries to pull away, but Master plants Yuri's crotch firmly in place.

"This is the only way you're getting your cum tonight, Lucy. It's out of one of these kitties, or nothing," he informs her.

Slowly, and reluctantly, Lucy seals her lips to Yuri's little hole and starts to suck her clean, looking a bit defeated in the process. Master watches her closely, and when she's done, or perhaps when he's decided she's had enough, he pulls Yuri back and eases the girl to the side, letting her collapse on to the floor. With a heavy sigh, he slides off from on top of Lucy and leans against the couch, his head between the legs of the two human women, and catches his breath.

Well, he tries to. Almost immediately, Yuki pounces him. She straddles over his lap and, rather presumptuously, starts to make herself quite at home.

>>17596

I'm a little bothered by said presumptuousness. Who does she think she is, a human? She must think so, from the way she's getting all touchy and grinding on top of him.

"Yuki, sweetie, I think he needs a little break first," I say, as politely as possible.

She just looks at me and tilts her head with a smile, before sinking down, dragging her fingers and lips along Master's body. She goes directly beneath his waist and greedily stuffs his softened cock into her mouth. Master jumps a little, clearly oversensitive for the moment.

"Master, are you alright?!" I exclaim, leaning forward with concern for his comfort.

Clara pulls me back, "Our baby can manage himself, don't worry," she whispers.

"I'm fine, Lorelei, don't worry," he laughs a little.

If he says he's fine, then okay, but I don't like this. I especially don't like the way Yuki looks up at me with knowing, mischievous eyes while she sucks him. I'm actually surprised that Lucy doesn't get along with them.

I open my mouth to protest further, but all that comes out is a gasp. My words are stolen by a sudden penetration down below. Miss Clara's hand has found it's way beneath me, and she's forced a single digit up my rear. I tense up at first, but force myself to relax. It's sudden and a bit uncomfortable, but if Master's woman wants to touch me there, I'm not exactly in any position to complain.

"Just let them have their fun," she says to me, "After all, you want them to finish so you can have a chance to have him in here," she finishes her sentence with a firm press of her finger into me.

"B-but you said," I get a bit flustered, but try not to raise my voice any, "He might- I mean that if he had the strength-"

"I said he might fuck you, I was never more specific than that," she says, and I suppose she isn't wrong, "Don't you like feeling him in here? Is that not the proper way for an elf to get fucked?"

She's teasing me. That's a trick question. The proper way for an elf to get fucked is however her Master wants to fuck her.

I just whimper a little in defeat. She meant to get my hopes up, and it worked.

Yuki manages to get him hard again in no time, and promptly climbs back up him and presses her hips downwards. She looks me in the eye as she sinks her pussy on Master's cock, but throws her head back a little with a sharp mewling. I could accuse her of laying it on thick, but from the way she's clinging to his shoulders, I honestly think she may have bit been unprepared to take all of Master's length. As long as she doesn't use her claws, it's fine. If she scratches my Master, we will have words. And there will be a squirt bottle.

Master does take charge after that, as I knew he would. The position doesn't change, but he grabs her hips tightly and starts thrusting up into her. Her body is his until he is done with her. I notice she doesn't appear as smug as she did a moment ago.

"Lorelei," Clara says, with a nip to my ear, "I know you're enjoying the show, but our guests need attending to. I need you to get to your knees and prepare Lydia for your Master."

>>17601

Human women are stronger than they look, at least when compared to elves. Miss Clara manhandles me a little, getting me into place. I don't protest because, I mean why would I? I actually do enjoy all the attention from her, tonight.

I get a little disoriented in the process, but that doesn't matter. My face is shoved between Miss Lydia's legs, and I just have to focus on that. Her pussy is my whole world for the next few minutes.

Well, I say that, as any good elf should, but the truth is that I do have some focus to spare. I'm a professional domestic elf, so oral sex is sort of second nature to me. Unfortunately, that just means I have extra attention to agonize about what's going on around me, which I can't see, because Lydia has chosen to use her thighs as earmuffs for me. And Clara's hand on my head is there to remind me of where my face should be.

I think Master is right beside me, judging from the sound. Well, from the sound of Yuki, at least. Master's rarely all that loud, but that little cat slut sure is. Her sounds are actually quite cute, I'll give her that. I'm not quite close enough to touch, but I can tell where they are. Our ears aren't just there to look pretty.

That would put Miss Clara right behind him, judging from the ease that she so casually pushes my face between her friend's legs. Right beside Lydia on the couch, perhaps with Master's head in her lap? Perhaps running her fingers through his hair while the catgirl rides him? Gently soothing him while my taxed Master services the second pussy (heh) of the night?

Like I said, I can't see them.

Lydia is clearly enjoying herself, almost to the point that I'm having trouble getting a breath in. I wonder, from her reactions, if she's ever been eaten out by an elf before. Humans do prize us for it, after all. I'm sure those catgirls perform on her just fine, but it's not as if they can be expected to compete with an elf.

Her thighs tighten and her fingers pull my hair, prompting me to take a deep breath - she's almost there. I had only planned to get her ready for Master to take, not get her off, but she's decided otherwise, and it's not as if she's going to give me a say in this. As long as she's pleasant for Master to enjoy, that's all that matters. And she will be. Her pussy isn't quite as nice as Miss Clara, though of course I wouldn't say that aloud, but still of high quality for Master to use. If she wants to cum now, instead of saving it to cum all over Master's cock, that's her prerogative as a human. Even if I think she should wait to enjoy it with him.

As expected from her behavior so far, she gets rough with me when she cums. She wraps her legs around my head and grinds roughly against my face, less letting me please her, and more using my lips to masturbate with.

I let out a loud gasp when she finally subsides and releases me. I crumple to the floor catching my breath, and I'm disappointed as I see Yuki climbing off of a spent Master. With a pair of thighs around my head and my own heartbeat pumping in my ears, I completely missed Master's orgasm. I try to be a good elf and not pout, but I'm very upset that I wasn't even aware that it was happening.

I crawl to his side and clasp his hand, hoping to at least enjoy some of his afterglow. Yuki walks over at promptly lowers her pussy to Lucy's face, who still seems stunned by all that's happened to her. She does appear to be sucking her clean without any protest. I don't know if she just needs it that badly, or if she's really that defeated. I do hope she's okay.

I hope Master's okay, too. They're all expecting quite a bit from him tonight. He really should rest now, but I know he won't.

>>17640

Lydia slides to the floor to sit beside Master, who is still catching his breath, and immediately cuddles up next to him. Clara sits behind him on the couch and lightly strokes his hair. It's clear they expect him to go again soon.

"So did you enjoy my girls?" Lydia asks him, her head on his shoulder, "They were eager to meet you, but it seems you've exhausted them already."

Indeed, the two of them appear fast asleep, curled up together in a pile like, well… like cats. Sweaty, well fucked cats, in this case.

"Yuki was quite eager," Master laughs, "Yuri didn't seem so enthused by the idea. Are you sure she'll be alright?"

"Oh, she's fine. The first cock is always a bit rough for a petite thing like her, especially when she fancies herself a lesbian. But she'll be craving more of it in no time," Lydia waves her hand dismissively.

On this, I do completely agree with her. It's clear Yuri needs to be properly trained to take human cock. What kind of selfish, ungrateful pet would resist an opportunity to serve a human man? It's madness. Though it's possible that I'm being hard on her - she is a catgirl, and not an elf, after all - she really does need to get those silly ideas out of her head about preferring one sex or the other. A good pet's preference is for whoever her humans need her to serve. If Master has us play with them again, perhaps I can use the odd fascination she has with me to get her to more readily service Master the way that she should.

"I admit, I'm surprised," Master tells her, "You seemed so interested in my attention, but you had your girls go first. That's a bit unusual, no? Not worried they might get funny ideas about their place?"

Taking the words right out of my mouth, I see. I smile a little and crawl over to sit at Master's other side. I knew he'd bring some sanity to all this madness taking place tonight. Those catgirls have a place, and they should be put in it.

She laughs, "Believe me, all catgirls have funny ideas about their place, and me spoiling them a little won't change that any."

Not sure I care for the cavalier attitude. I bet they can be put in their place just fine. A little time over Master's knee would do that, I'm sure. And I'm not just saying that because it's hot.

Master shivers a little as Lydia traces fingers over his cock. He's clearly still too sensitive for such things. I successfully suppress my urge to push her hand away, for him.

"Good for another round, hon?" Lydia asks.

"Soon! The spirit is willing, the flesh needs a minute," Master laughs, leaning his head back into Clara's lap, smiling up at her.

"I think our punishment was a success," Clara comments, fingers dancing through his hair.

Master's head snaps back up, to look over at Lucy. Who is laying on her stomach, her face buried in the carpet. Literally, for once.

"Yet to be seen, demons are fickle," he tilts his head, examining her, "But she's had enough for tonight, that much is clear."

"Lorelei," he speaks, turning to me, but keeping his eyes on Lucy, "Be a dear and take care of her for me? I'm sure she could use a bath and help getting to bed. In her current state."

I open my mouth and close it a couple of times, "But, um, I…" Why do I have to miss all the rest of the fun?!

"Hm?" he finally looks at me.

"Don't you need me to attend to things here?" I finally find a way of asking that I think won't make me look like a total slut. No luck on that, though, as I get a round of giggling from Clara and Lydia, at my obvious motivations.

"I think I'll manage without you for just a little bit," he teases me. But what if he really does need me?! Hmph.

I sigh and get up, walking over to get Lucy from the floor to her feet as best as I can. Which is a challenge itself, given our size difference.

"You can rejoin us when you're done, Lorelei. I don't think we're going anywhere," Master says.

>>16270

>>17620

Can they be trained out of it? Maybe if we lock a blindfold and a chastity belt on her, she'd learn eventually.

>>17683

Lucy would never cut it as an elf. She likes to act like everything just rolls off of her, but a little time getting molested by the right monstergirls, and she's a mess. An elf wouldn't succumb so easily, getting molested by monsters has basically been most of our history.

You'd think she was drunk from the way she leans on me as I try to get her up the stairs. Except that she can handle her liquor better than this, I've seen it. Just can't handle her catgirl.

"Lucy, could you…" I nearly stumble and have to stop before I can regain my balance, "Could you walk a little more straight?"

"I don't know," she mumbles, "I'm, you know. Some stuff. Or something."

Her expression is glassy and distant. I'm actually a little worried about her, if I'm being honest. She isn't even trying to grope me.

I finally get her to the bathroom and direct her to ease down onto the ground while I go to get the water going. I can't hear anything from downstairs over the water. I wonder if he's… you know, already in her? I shake my head and focus back on what I'm doing.

"Think he's fucking her already?" Lucy says, quite loudly. Admittedly, it was coherent, though.

"That's his prerogative, if he wants," I state, very matter-of-factly.

"But you wish it was you," she greets me with the double-boob scoop from behind. Fairly standard for her.

"Of course I do," I clear my throat, "I see you're up on your own, now," I pause and decide to fight my tendency to get snippy at her teasing, "Are you okay?"

She sighs and sits on the side of the tub, rubbing the bridge of her nose, "I'll be okay, it's just, ugh…" she says, as if that somehow explains anything, "Hey Lorelei, do you think… you could-"

"No," I cut in.

"You didn't even let me finish!" she protests.

"You were going to ask me to do something sexual to you," I point a finger at her, "The answer is no. Or did you forget how we got in this mess to start with?"

"Hmph. Fine," she rolls her eyes as if any of this is new, then gets up and steps into the bath and sinks down in a slightly wobbly fashion.

"Just kind of, pent up, you know?" she explains as wet her hair. I actually do. On that we can absolutely understand one another.

"More than usual?" I work out some knots, and start shampooing her hair.

"Those fucking cats," she grumbles, "I… I couldn't get off, even if I wanted to."

I choke on a snicker, "Is that what they do to you? Is that why you're so afraid of them?"

"I'm afraid of them because they're horrible, soul piercing beasts," she growls, "And I'm not -afraid- of them, I just don't like them."

I decide not to tease her about the blatant contradiction, and just go about rinsing, conditioning, soaping, et cetera. I know being nice probably won't get me anywhere long-term, but I just don't have it in me to poke at her ego right now. We just sit in silence for a few minutes, while I clean her.

"So… you can't, with them? At all?" I finally break the silence.

"They stifle me in more ways than one," she sighs, "But… yes. If someone else had been… well you saw how busy they were with me. If it was someone else, I'd have been well satisfied. As it was… much worse than when he made me ride that damn vibrator."

She drums her fingers on the side of the tub, "Are you sure you won't… ?"

"Yes," I respond, then follow up with a sigh, "But… here…"

I scoot up closer to the back of the tub and slide my hand under her arms, dragging my fingers over her skin and cupping her breasts. Something I learned from a succubus, I think.

>>17709

I… forgot how nice they are. Her breasts, I mean. Very, very soft, and full while still being quite perky. A little large for my hands, but just right for Master's. I wonder, given the shape shifting nature of succubi, if they are her normal size, or if she changed them to be just the right size for him. She can't shapeshift at will, Master has made sure of that. When she first arrived, she shifted around a bit, but he returned her to her original form. But was the form she arrived in her true form? Does she even have a 'true form'?

I slowly work my hands against them, gently massaging the mounds of flesh. It's so backwards from our usual dynamic, wherein Lucy is unable to keep her hands to herself. Mistress - that is to say, my old Mistress, I should probably start to differentiate, now that Miss Clara is functionally, if not officially, a new Mistress - used to love this. It wasn't always even a prelude to any further sexual acts, she just enjoyed for me to massage them for her, with my, as she put it, 'magical little hands'. I actually used no magic for it, just like I'm not not, just an odd human turn of phrase.

There is a nice comfort to be performing a familiar old act like this. While obviously, I wouldn't give up serving Master for the world, there were definitely some adjustments. When you serve a woman for so long, then switch to a man, you find that some of your skills now go to waste. I'm sure it's the same in reverse.

Lucy does appear to appreciate it, which is nice. Actually, I guess she does appreciate things I do for her, it's just hard to notice when I'm being coerced. Now that I have her at a moment of weakness, it's almost… nice. She melts against me, or as much as she can while still being in the tub. She doesn't say anything, and thus manages not to ruin the moment.

I just keep thinking about how nice her tits are, but how much nicer they'd be with Master sliding his cock between them. I know Lucy and I have this weird sort of rivalry thing going on, and while I do generally prefer the idea of Master having sex with me over her, it's moments like this that I do reflect on who it's all really about.

Her tits are nicer than mine. There, I said it. It's fine, my ego isn't so fragile that I can't handle it. Not sure how I'd compete with a creature engineered by hell to be appealing to men, anyhow. If they'd feel better for Master to please himself on, then so be it.

I just imagine him kneeling down and sliding his big human cock between her breasts, while I sit behind her and rub them, like I am now. I'd press them against him and envelope him in their soft, pillowy warmth. Perhaps her body is better, but that just means that it's another tool I can make use of. I'd urge him on to thrust harder and really enjoy her body, until he finally erupted all over her chest and face. Then I'd like the both of them clean, and offer his seed to her for consumption… and maybe sneak a little for myself.

Is it warm in here? Lucy has such a tolerance for heat that I can't make the water too hot for her. Not sure that's where it's coming from, though.

She nearly falls asleep under the influence of my touch. Clearly calmed down, I urge her out of the tub and empty it, gently towel drying off her body, before coaxing her down the hall to her bed. She gets a bit clingy and grabby with me as I put her in bed, so I continue my massage until she finally does drift off. I'm sure it's no replacement for the release she craves, but it does seem to offer her some comfort.

Finally free of my chore to tuck in the succubus, I quickly rush downstairs. I couldn't hear much from the bathroom, it's a big house. Just the occasional moan echoing through the air. Certainly Master was fucking Miss Lydia, but attending to Lucy took far longer than I had expected. I hope I haven't missed everything.

>>17685

completely breaking them is the only way im afraid. its faster with two people but if you hate sharing like i do then youll just have to be rougher

>>17734

>hate sharing

>on /cuckquean/

>>17741

>>17733

Yep. I missed everything.

When I finally return to the living room, the three humans are passed out on the couch, laying against each other, in various states of undress. It's a very comfy looking pile of humans.

I sigh and default back to my elfly duties, and begin picking up shed items of clothing and patrolling for stains that I'll have to get out. But as I'm bending over to retrieve someone's discarded panties, I look up and get a glimpse at Miss Clara, or rather, at her damp thighs. I promise, I'm just leering at them while they sleep, it's purely my duties to make sure that, um… Anyways. I look up, seeing a very well fucked pussy, and realize that Master serviced both of them. I guess I really was gone a long time, I realize, checking the clock. He had time to fuck them both, and if I'm correct, pump them both full of cum. I'm proud of him, but I really hope he's not overdoing it.

Lydia is laying in a position that her legs are closed, but Clara is splayed open a little, and I can see drips of Master's seed leaking from her. Speaking of elfly duties…

I mean, it's expected that I clean Master's lovers after he's done with them, that's completely normal. It's usually something that would be requested, but she's asleep, what can I do? Besides, if I just leave her like that, we risk a stain on the couch. I can't have that.

I kneel in front of the couch, spread her thighs open a little, and dive between them. It's really the only responsible thing to do. I'm as soft and gentle as I can be, I don't want to disturb her sleep. I run my tongue along the folds, picking up any little traces of Master, before I press my lips to her opening, and gently suck out what he has left in her.

But even the most stealthy of elves do get found out, sometimes. Just when I think I'm done, a feminine hand slides its fingers through my hair and takes a firm grip. It's not an angry or harsh movement, but it makes very clear that I'm not going anywhere right now. I barely even think about it before I start pleasuring her. Something of an elvish reflex, I think - when a human instructs you to please them, even nonverbally, such as in this case, you just kind of comply.

She is especially delicious right now, with Master's taste and scent so thoroughly fucked into her. I can't really reach my hands up very well in this position, and I don't really want to risk disturbing the others with too many movements, but Clara seems content enough with just my mouth.

It doesn't take long to get her off. I would have thought she'd have been too tired, but she seems eager enough. It's not an aggressive or intense orgasm, and certainly not loud, thankfully. Just a gentle release that I can sense, as her body tightens up and she cums with my lips around her clit.

When she's done with my mouth, Clara pulls me up to me and cuddles my body like a plush toy, "Good girl, Lorelei."

"Thank you, Mistr- Miss Clara," I blush a little.

"It's okay, you can call me Mistress if you like, I don't mind," she says, petting my hair.

"I would, it's more… Well it's just sort of an official kind of title," I try to explain, "Don't get me wrong, I love the two of you together. I just don't want Master to feel like I'm, you know, pressuring him, about your relationship."

"That's sweet of you, Lorelei," she kisses my forehead, "Tell you what, you can call me Mistress when it's just us. Leave it for our boy to cross that bridge when he wants."

I just give a compliant nod.

"Speaking of next steps," she says, "He's spent enough time with teasing. He really shouldn't have girls in his household that he hasn't properly made his."

I swallow hard, "Oh?"

"Yes. I think it's time we get him to fuck Lucy. Don't you agree?"

Turns out you can be disappointed and excited at the same time. But I don't say anything, I just nod again.

"Good," she closes her eyes and nuzzles against me, "I want you to be my little helper in making sure we get it to happen. Talk more about it, later."

>>17775

>dwarves jealous about how beloved elves are by humans

>>17772

He really shouldn't have girls in his household that he hasn't properly made his."

I swallow hard, "Oh?"

"Yes. I think it's time we get him to fuck Lucy

>>17785

I'm not sure what you think is so funny. What else could she have been talking about?

>>17772

>it’s been over two weeks

>The chad sorceress and amazon

>The virgin elf

>>15267

>My feet don't reach the pedals, and I can barely see over the dash.

just how tall is lorelei?

>>16638

pic related

>>16644

hot

>>17992

Author here. Fuck if I know.

>>17975

>Elf brings Amazon and Sorceress back home to the Elven town she grew up in

>Has them meet friends and familt

>They meet a hot elf guy

>Really hot

>Learn he's Elf's childhood friend and she has a crush on

>Both decide to seduce him in front of Elf

>Goes rather well

>Elf is distraught that she was never able to admit to her crush she liked him, and now here companions have completely taken him from her

>All she can do is peep on them from afar and touch herself

>The girls learn this, Sorceress puts a curse on Elf so she can only cum from watching/hear them take her crush

Does this sound good?

>>17772

"I am glad we finally had the chance to spend some time together, Lorelei," Clara tells me as we sit, "I love spending time with everyone as a group, but we don't usually get one on one time."

I blush a little, "Thank you, um… Mistress," it's funny that I found myself calling her that by accident, but being cognizant of it seems weird. I'm not sure what Master would think. I avert my eyes downward and make myself busy eating my ice cream.

"Feeling shy about who your Mistress is, now? You were a lot less shy when you took advantage of me in my sleep," she says, pointing her spoon.

"I did not!" I think about it, and realize I kind of did, "I mean, that is to say it wasn't-"

"It's fine," she waves her hand, "And relax. I'm sure the other elves won't hear and gossip about how smitten Lorelei is with her Master's girlfriend, and is already calling her Mistress in public…"

My ears droop and turn bright red. Also, I feel a distinct heat and moisture building down below, but we'll focus more on my sense of embarrassment, and less on how being bullied by human women apparently turns me on.

"Sweetie, I'm just having fun you!" she laughs, "Call me whatever you feel comfortable. I was serious, I'm glad we got some time to spend together, I want us to be friends. I mean, it's a friendship where I'm socially and physically superior, get to have sex with the man you idolize while you watch, and where I can demand sexual favors from you, but friendship nonetheless."

I think all of me is red that time. And I'm definitely wet.

"Lorelei, if you'd smile, it would make it a lot easier for me to know that you remember I'm just teasing," she leans her head down a little to be at my level.

I mean, she is. I believe that she's just having fun with me. But at the same time, all that she just said is also completely true. It does manage to force a smile out of me, too, though.

"So, about-"

She cuts me off with a little moan of delight - something I've mostly heard behind closed doors - as she tastes her ice cream, "Oh my god, Lorelei, you have to try this."

She doesn't wait for me to respond, but shoves a spoonful of the peculiar multiple chocolate concoction, that she ordered, into my mouth. I don't really react, elves are used to humans shoving things into us without warning. Admittedly it is very good, and I nod to communicate that.

"Oops, you got a little…" she wipes some stray bits of ice cream from around my lips, and presses the fingertips into my mouth to clean, which of course I willingly do.

"Sorry, I interrupted you," she says, wiping her fingers with her napkin, "What were you going to say?"

>>18017

"About Lucy," I continue, "You said, the other night, you want Master to finally be with her."

"That's right. And don't worry, I'm sure you'll get your turn, too," she gives me a wink. It's both reassuring to know that she cares for me enough to tell me that, but it also reminds me of her place above me.

"Have you asked him to, yet?" I start with the simple.

"No," she bites her lip a little, "That's the thing, though. I'm sure if I asked him to do it, for me, he would. But he also gets a lot of enjoyment out of tormenting her, you know?"

Oh, I know. His delight in delivering torment is well documented.

"I don't want him to feel like I'm pressuring him into it," she continues, "Or that he's just doing it to please me. It's… how do I explain this? Lorelei, I know we've only been together for a little while, but I'm very serious about my relationship with your Master. A woman can have a strong impact on her man. She can make him a better man by making him feel strong and self determined. Or she can weigh him down and weaken his spirit with a demanding nature. I don't think I need to tell you which I prefer."

I'm honestly a little touched by her sentiment. I knew from the moment I met her that she was a good prospect for Master, but I'm rather impressed by her thoughtful approach to their relationship.

She sets down her ice cream, "I know it seems silly to get so deep about something like him finally making it with Lucy, but I want to do things right. What it comes down to, is it's his demon, and that's something of a symbol of his capabilities. As a mage, and as a man. He should be free to decide what he does with her."

She purses her lips and looks off for a moment, then back at me, "That being said, I also have what's best for him in mind. And what's best for him is to fuck his dominance into that hell bitch until she can't walk, and we both know it."

I just give a solemn nod. Truer words have never been spoken.

"So we need to find a way to make it more appealing to fuck her than it is to keep teasing her," Clara picks her ice cream back up, slurping up the melted bits, "We need to find a way for him to want to fuck her, and for it to be his idea."

I open my lips, but then pause, "Isn't that… I don't know, a little deceptive?"

"Is it deceptive to try find him women to date without his approved consent?" she points her spoon at me again.

She's got me there, "Touche."

"You were proactive in finding women that would suit him, but it was ultimately his move to make. Same principle. We need to help him see the light and understand that his cock needs to be inside that succubus," she explains, "The rest will take care of itself. Any ideas?"

"Well," I breathe slowly, "The problem is that she wants it too much, I think. She's been desperate to get it since she arrived, and that's not exactly lessened. He enjoys tormenting her by denying her. He enjoys exercising that power over her. This would probably seem like a sacrifice of that power, to give her exactly what she wants."

>>18018

>fuck his dominance into that hell bitch until she can't walk

Exactly. The only way to deal with succubi is to fuck them over and over and over again.

>>18019

Ah, but you must have the inner strength to dominate her, or she'll corrupt you.

>>18022

>Also though, not every demon girl is "evil". A lot of that kind of thinking is outmoded these days.

>>18029

You just have to look at a succubus to know what she'll do to a man given the chance.

>>18021

Anon, this is a god-tier reference

>>18018

We find ourselves walking as we continue our important conversation. Well, I say 'we find ourselves', but what I mean is that she starts walking and I obediently follow along. Typical elf stuff.

"We need to change one of their perspectives on their dynamic," Clara says, "You say that she wants it badly, and his denial of that is an exercise of his power over her. So we either need to make her not want it, or reorient how he views or implements that power."

"I don't think we're going to get her to not want it, being that she is what she is," I tell her, "In fact, there doesn't seem to be a lot that gives her pause, whatsoever."

"The cat thing seemed to work," Clara suggests, "I don't think I've seen her so perturbed before."

"It did, but Master is not a cat. I'm not sure how we could use her fear to our advantage," I tap my teeth a little. Master would look cute if we put the little ears on him, but I don't think that'll do it.

"Putting her face down in the lap of one of Lydia's kitties, that might make her less enthusiastic… but there's something a bit boring about that approach. And I don't think he'll go for it just because she's a little bothered by the cats," she twitches her nose a little, in thought, "Any other fears she has?"

"She's not too fond of electricity, one of the few things that her masochism does not include. She also doesn't care for leafy green vegetables, but I don't think that's a fear," I stop as I explain, looking where she's leading me, "Mistress Clara, this store is a little, um… I mean, they specialize in clothing for elves that's-"

She takes my hand with a smile, "Did you think I wasn't ever going to dress you up like my own little doll, Lorelei?"

"It's just… this place is a little, um, lewd," I bite my lip, "I hear that, I mean."

"Yes, that's the point. Don't worry, we'll find something your Master will love. C'mon," she says it like I have a choice, but drags me along.

"I am thinking that making Lucy not enjoy getting fucked will be a hopeless, uphill battle," Clara decides, quite astutely, "As much as I'd love to find a reason to borrow little Yuri and have her around the house to torment Lucy."

"Is she the one that-"

"The sapphic one with the poor English, yes. The one that desperately wanted a little elvish attention," she grins, "Having her torment you would be fun, as well."

I blush a little. Yuri was a little keen on me, no denying it. It did make me a bit uncomfortable to be an object of desire like that, as if I'm a human woman. That being said, if I could use her interest in me as a tool to please Master, obviously, I would.

Clara leads me along, pulling outfits off of racks and pressing them up against me, lifting arms or legs as she needs to judge the clothing against me in different positions. She shows absolutely no reluctance to grab me anywhere she likes, treating my personal space like her own, though she is gentle enough with me. I breathe a sigh of relief when she puts many of the outfits back, finding them horribly embarassing.

"You think there's some other means to make Master want to take Lucy? To change their dynamic?" I ask while she abruptly presses my breasts together underneath a skimpy top that she holds to my chest.

"Maybe!" she says, playing with my chest a little more than was strictly needed for her to get a look, before putting the top back, "If he sees her denial as an expression of power, we need to get him to see fucking her as an expression of that same power. Easy enough with most women, you just get him to bend her over and maker her his. The fundamentals are still there, it's just that it's what she so obviously wants, so it doesn't seem quite so dominant. There has to be a way to make it an act of submission on her par- Ohhhh!" she gasps and runs ahead.

For a moment, I thought she'd come upon a brilliant idea. Instead, she came upon an especially lewd outfit. It's like an old fashioned maid uniform. Except the skirt parts in the front to reveal… nothing underneath. The back, too. And the chest seems to have hollow spots where the breasts should be. In fact, the whole thing strikes me as counterproductive to being clothing, as it seems to go out of it's way to display everything that clothing is supposed to cover.

"This is so completely you, Lorelei," she exclaims. I'm not sure I really agree, but I get the feeling I'm going to be wearing it anyways.

>>16270

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>>18047

I thought we were working on the 'Lucy Problem', but we seem to have been derailed by lewdness. We elves are quick to recognize that sort of thing. The practically pushes me into the changing room. I didn't really agree to try it on, but I get the impression that my input on the matter didn't really cross her mind in the first place. I take some solace in the fact that the changing room actually has a real door and everything, not one of those old west swingy deals that some places have. I'm actually a little selective on who I want to see me dressed like a whore.

I sigh a little and drop my clothing to the floor. I hold up what Clara chose for me. It's actually rather well made, all things considered. I expect this sort of thing to have all the quality of a cheap Halloween costume, but this is nice cloth and it's well put together. It does seem in my size, too. Clara has a good eye for that, it seems, even if she uses it for evil.

I slip it on and try my best to adjust all my parts into it, in the way it was intended. Snug all around, but not uncomfortably so. I was a little afraid that having all the clothing surrounding, and drawing attention to, my bare breasts would highlight the fact that I don't really have a whole lot going on there, but it actually does the opposite. The uniform sort of takes them and pushes them up for display, making them seem more than they are. Human boob science has come a long way. It's all a bit drafty, especially with the exposed nether regions, but there's no way around that, I guess.

"So how's it look?" Clara demands to know, abruptly opening the door and stepping in.

She doesn't pay any mind to the terror it inflicts on me. There's no men in the store, I'm sure, this place doesn't really cater to them much, but the fear that men other than Master could see me like this makes me jump in fright. She closes the door behind her and grabs me by the shoulders, straightening my body out to examine me.

"I knew it. Almost perfect, just one thing…" Clara takes the key from around her neck and kneels down, unlocking my chastity belt and dropping it to the floor, "There we go."

Did I mention it was drafty? Because it's very drafty now.

"I don't know…" I whimper a little, pathetically. Maybe she'll show mercy.

Instead, she grabs me by the shoulders and turns me to face the mirror. My hands go to cover my exposed crotch, but she bats them away.

>>18051

"Look at you, Lorelei. Don't you think your Master would appreciate that?" she tilts my chin so that I have to look at myself, "Everything on display for him. Easy access, whenever he wants. I think he doesn't take advantage of you nearly enough, but maybe we can influence his libido by putting your little pussy on parade for him. How could he see you like this and not want to just bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you like his little elf whore?"

I gulp. She's speaking my language, now. My heart starts to race and I start to get moist. Which starts to become obvious, given the position I'm in. Which somehow makes me even more aroused. It's a vicious cycle. It occurs to me that this store specializes in elf clothing, so there's probably other elves nearby, who'll pick up on the scent that humans won't.

"Speaking of, we should probably pick up a step stool or ladder or something. The last thing we want is for him to want to take you in a particular way and be hamstrung by the mechanics of it," she ponders aloud, still examining me, "And I wonder if the manufacturer makes a larger size, so that you and Lucy can match."

I almost point out that Lucy is not really big on constrictive clothing, but it occurs to me that she does like dressing like a slut, so she'd probably be into it. Plus, there's no way she wouldn't look better than me in this getup, and she wouldn't pass up an opportunity for that.

"Master… usually has me wear the belt, most of the time. So I'm not sure how, um, 'on display' I'd really be," I point out the disappointing flaw in that plan.

"It is a stumbling block, yes, but I might be able to convince him to let you out of it more. After all, you're not exactly a big disobedience risk. And besides," one of her hands gently slaps my rear, "that's what elf butts are for, you know? Ultimately, it doesn't matter if he sticks his cock in your pussy or your ass, what matters is that he's using your body to get off, and he's pumping you full of his cum. He's shown more interest in your ass so far, anyways, am I right? Of course I'm right, I have the pictures to prove it."

My eyes widen a little as I remember him sending her the pictures of my… post-use rear. I'd almsot forgotten about that. Clearly, she hasn't. She shoots me a little wicked smile in the mirror.

"The point, though, Lorelei, is to get him all hot and bothered," she wraps her arms around my waist and pulls me up against her, "If seeing your body on display gets him going on a regular basis, then it'll make it that much easier to get him to fuck Lucy."

>>17975

>>18052

"I suppose the outfit is alright. I mean, if you think it will be for Master's own good," I say, still feeling utterly exposed, "and… it's not as though I would mind if I got extra attention from him, as a result."

"That's the spirit, Lorelei!" Clara grins, kissing my cheek, "I'm sure he'll find you even more fuckable than you already are."

I try not to blush at her praise, but of course, it's useless. Doesn't help that her hands get very busy, fingers toying with my exposed breasts while on display in the mirror.

"And I want you to focus extra hard on your role as his personal sex toy, okay?" she nips at the end of my ear, sending a shudder across my body, "I know that's standard, normal stuff and all, but I want you to mentally and emotionally focus on it. If it were up to me, I'd have you edge a few times a day, get right up to that orgasm and back off, so that you're always so close. But that's tricky with the belt."

I watch in the mirror as she reaches between my legs, in the gap that the outfit provides, and spreads open my pussy with her fingers, for us to see. I'm soaked already, but I think she knew that. My scent fills the air, removing any possibility that other nearby elves don't know what's going on in here.

"You are a tight little thing, Lorelei, aren't you?" her fingertip rubs around at my entrance, not quite penetrating me, "He really should be fucking this little hole. I think he's in for a treat when he does. But one thing at a time. We'll see about that once he's properly bedded Lucy."

"Y-yes, Mistress," I whimper out, barely audible.

"I can come over and unlock you so that you can edge, when available, but that won't be enough on its own," her fingertip moves up and finds my clit, gently dancing around it, "I'll get you a dildo, so you can practice using your mouth and rear. And I want you to devote some time each day to actively think about how much you want your Master's cock, and how much you want to sexually please him. Write down your thoughts about it, if that helps."

I just nod. As if I need to remind myself of how much I wish Master would fuck me. But somehow, the idea that Clara is mandating me to dwell on it makes it more significant and arousing.

"I know you're a lot of things to him, but first and foremost, I want you to be his lusty little elf maid," her fingers get more firm, and faster on my clit, and I find myself pushing my hips against her fingers, "I want you to make sure you offer your mouth or rear to him whenever it would be convenient for him. I know he usually takes what he wants anyways, but it doesn't hurt to remind him that it's there. Don't make the presumption of offering your pussy, though. Obviously, he'll decide when is the right time for that."

Her fingers rapidly circle my little clit while she paws at my body with her other hand, my hips starting to move entirely on their own. I bite my lip, trying not to make too much sounds as she toys with me.

"Mistress… I'm… I need to…" I force out.

After a few more rubs of her fingers, she abruptly stops, and removes her hand, "There, that was a nice edge to start with. Got right near, but didn't go over. Feels good, and needy, like you want to please your Master more than ever, doesn't it?"

I swallow and nod rapidly as I get ahold of my breath.

"Excellent. I really think keeping you as aroused as possible and in peak sexual availability will really do a lot to entice your Master," she licks at my ear, "In fact, it's gotten me all excited, as well."

"Be a good elf and make me cum, Lorelei," she turns me around to face her, and pushes my body back against the mirror, guiding my hand underneath her skirt.

>>18060

>this whole game existed just to bulli knifeears and feminists

I swear to Kami-sama, this Kamitani guy is the truest hero humanity has never acknowledged.

>>18052

She pulls her panties to the side, and I obediantly press my fingers into Miss Clara's body. She wasn't lying - not that she would - this certainly has gotten her excited. That I couldn't pick up her scent before now, is surprisingly, considering how wet she is. She seems to almost overflow as my fingers fill her, causing her juices to drip down my hand. I can only figure that my own scent was strong enough that I didn't notice hers. I should be more observant. An elf that can't tell when her humans are aroused is an elf that can't properly tend to their needs.

I love how she feels inside. So soft and warm… I don't even know how to properly describe it. I shiver at the thought of what this must feel like for Master, with her wrapped around his cock. I'm proud of my tight elven pussy, as we all are, but while we're frequently among the tightest, I affirm that human pussy is still frequently -better- than ours. It feels so nice to touch her here, that I nearly moan out loud just from penetrating her with my fingers.

What I actually moan from, though I do my best to stifle it, is when she does the same to me. I… had assumed that she was going to stop playing with my pussy, and that we'd focus on me pleasing her. Not so. She leans on me hard, pressing her weight to pin me against the mirror as her fingers dive deep, reaching places my little elven fingers wouldn't. My already deeply aroused little hole is on fire again in seconds.

I try not to thrust my hips. I try to keep them still. They want to buck hard on her fingers, and grind my pussy all over them like they were Master's cock. But that will only make it worse. She asked me to make her cum, and that's where my focus is.

I push as deep as I can into her, trying to find her sensitive little spot, while rubbing her clit with my thumb. Pleasing humans is what I do, I'm an expert at this. Nothing to worry about. Except my own throbbing clit screaming at me.

I find my hand working in rhythm with hers. Of course, my fingers aren't as long, and don't reach as deep as hers do. And I weigh less, so her hips don't move so much as mine do with each pump of her hand. And she seems so calm and enjoying herself, whereas I'm furiously trying to please her, while barely holding back.

I do get a response, of course. I'm nothing if not a professional. Her hips start rocking, and she starts moaning - louder than she should in such a public place, I might add.

>>18113

"Do you like touching there, Lorelei?" she whispers to me, and I nod.

"You know your Master's cock was in there last night, don't you?" she asks, more breathily, and I nod, more vigorously.

"I want you to think about what that felt like for me, to feel him so deep in-"

"Oh gods, Mistress!" I try to keep a hushed voice as I practically shout, "I need to cum. Please, I need to cum so bad!"

"Shh, shh…" she runs her fingers from free hand through my hair, the other hand not slowing any, "I know you do, sweetie. I know it's hard. But you're doing it for your Master. Holding off so you can be ready for him, at any time."

Her words put the image in my head of Master deciding he needs my body, and just taking me right there, without even a word. I clench my teeth and eyes, tears dripping out as I hold back.

"Please! Please Mistress, I can't! I can't hold it!" I whine and whimper at her, though I doubt it will do any good.

"Yes… yes you can…" she whispers back, her hips rocking hard on my fingers, "Just a little longer, Lorelei… I'm almost there… just hold it in… you're stronger than you think."

Her faith in me is comforting, but it doesn't change the fact that I feel like I'm going to explode. I pant and moan and shake my head, but I keep my fingers at it, desperate to finish her off.

Finally, she peaks. She leans down and kisses along my face and neck as her hips pump over my digits. I can feel her constrict around me, milking at my fingers like she would Master's cock. She drenches my fingers and lets out breathless, sharp moans into my ear. Each buck of her hips seems to match a thrust of her fingers into me. I genuinely don't think I can handle any more.

Finally, just when I think I'm about to pass out from the exertion, or worse, cum without permission, she pulls her fingers free, she uses both hands to steady herself against the wall, riding her fingers through the rest of her orgasm.

When she finally subsides, she gathers me in her arms and kissses me tenderly, "Mmm, that was wonderful, Lorelei. I'm so glad he has you to keep himself satisfied."

We just hold each other for a long moment, both of us calming from our excitement.

"Mistress?" I ask, "Do you think I could cum? I mean, now that you're finished?"

She just giggles like it's assumed that I'm joking, and ruffles my hear, "Best to change back into your clothes, unless you want to wear that outfit out of the store. Now that we've gotten you're little elf juices on it, I guess we'll have to buy it. Hopefully others that tried it on didn't have a less considerate philosophy, and you're the first elf that got fingered while wearing it."

My eyes go wide a little at the idea that I'm wearing a uniform that a whole array of elves might have been molested in. I'm not sure how I feel about that. But I will wash it when we get home. The walk to the counter and out of the store is a little awkward. The humans seem unfazed. The elves know what happened in that dressing room.

>>18126

> I made myself look like a retard on an obscure fetish board.

The only real option is suicide.

>>18127

As long as it's proper ritual suicide.

An antidote to that other thread, the qt and skilled High Elf Archer and best friend of the Goblin Slayer himself. Obviously they are more than best friends, he just hasn't realised it yet - he is human and a bit slow. Priestess, Cow Girl, Guild Girl and Sword Maiden basically have no chance (they aren't even elves!)

>>18177 (🐸🐸)

Goblin Slayer.

Bump

>>18114

"So? What do you think?" Miss Clara stands behind me, hands on my shoulder, showing me off like a new toy in the 'uniform' she got me.

Master looks up from his chair where he'd been dozing, and gives a slow blink. Clara had told him about the surprise, but then took forever making sure I was just right before showing me off. Seems he took the opportunity to drift back to sleep.

"That's certainly a thing," he remarks with understatement in his voice. He slowly looks me up and down, the inspection giving me goosebumps.

"Lorelei, your clothes are missing fabric in a few key places that clothes usually cover," he says, dryly.

"Oh stop. Admit it looks sexy, already? Poor Lorelei is waiting for it," Clara tells him.

"Lorelei is? Or you are?" he chuckles, getting up from his seat.

"A little of both," she takes me and gently spins me around to give Master a full view of my outfit, gaps over my crotch and ass included.

"How did she get you into something so lewd?" he asks, looking at me directly, "Doesn't seem like something you'd go for."

I blush and avert my eyes, "I, um…"

"Ah, strongarmed. Got it," he snaps his fingers and points at me.

"That's such a coarse way of putting it. I used a very gentle arm, I'll have you know," Clara tries to defend herself. I'm staying out of it.

"I'm noticing a piece missing. You sure like sneaking her out of that thing," he says peering downwards with judging eyes. Big, beautiful, blue, judging eyes.

"It's not sneaking if you give me the key, dear," Clara waves her hand, dismissively, "Besides, what's the worst that could happen? Lorelei can manage her urges. She's not some wild little elf that's going to hump every piece of furniture and never get her chores done. There's no harm in letting her poor, neglected little pussy breathe, now and then."

Rubbing in how unused it is doesn't help with her other claims that I won't go wild with urges. I'm suddenly quite keenly aware of how exposed I am. This gets much worse when she spins me around to face my rear to him, and bends me over. She grabs my rear and spreads it a bit so that he can clearly see my, er, openings.

"I think I'd be more worried at the lack of protection that the chastity belt affords her against Lucy," his fingers find the lips of my pussy and very gently run over their edges, sending shivers through me, "You're kind of sentencing her to infernal molestation, aren't you?"

"Well, you know, Lucy can't get her fingers in Lorelei if she's already stuffed," Clara adds. A compelling argument, I must say.

But, Master also makes a good point. I don't know why, but I hadn't really considered that being exposed for Master makes me exposed to Lucy, too. Something I really, really should be more aware of, considering that she routinely takes advantage of every vulnerability possible. This is why elves need our humans.

"I think you're underestimating our dear Lucy's ingenuity," Master says, "But it's okay. We can leave Lorelei exposed in her new… uniform, for awhile. No real harm in it. Though I'm starting to think you're picking on her. I notice you aren't putting your own elf in such a costume."

"That is a bold assumption, my love," Clara laughs, "I just have to find one in his size. And without the boob windows, because that'd be silly on him. In any case, I'm glad you agree, because I've already hidden her chastity belt."

I barely stifle a giggle at the thought of poor Piper put in a crotchless maid uniform. I am concerned with the hiding the belt part. Weird as it sounds, I feel naked without it. Second thought, that isn't weird, because I am naked without it.

"Speaking of being bold!" Master declares, "That was presumptuous. Also naive. I have spares."

"That would be cheating. Don't be a spoilsport. In any case," Clara pulls out her phone and checks it, "I need to be going. You two have fun!"

She kisses Master and rubs my head before departing without another word. I sigh in relief. I do love Miss Clara, but it is nice to be left with Master, where I know I'll only be tormented in normal, wholesome ways befitting an elf.

>>18348

Master doesn't pounce on me the way Clara and I might have desired, but I definitely have taken his attention with the new outfit. After taking a few minutes to admire and inspect, he lets me go about my business. There's a look in his eye that I've come to know, when something hasn't left his thoughts. I admit, it makes me a bit gleeful.

The lurking horror of busy fingers that waits upstairs hasn't left my own thoughts, however. I actually haven't seen Lucy since I got home. Actually not that unusual; we went out early, so only just past noon when we returned. Lucy's first sin is always lust, but thank the Earth Mother that sloth is a close second.

Master must have picked up on this anxiety, because he uses it to tease me - one of his favorite past times if that hasn't become clear. I nearly drop a bunch of plates when I feel his hands on my rear. Normally, one doesn't just sneak up on an elf, but he took advantage of my doing the dishes to get the best of me. The white noise from the running water makes it harder to hear. At least I think it was intentional. I do sometimes find myself ascribing cleverness to Master when it makes up for me being unobservant.

I almost lose my balance as I bolt up in surprise from where I'm perched. Miss Clara can joke about getting a step stool so Master can bend me over easier, but the joke's on her, because I already have one. I can reach the counter just fine, though it could be lower, but cabinets are harder. And as demonstrated right now, it makes doing dishes easier.

Master catches me before I can fall, and steadies me back on my feet, "Didn't scare you, did I?"

"No, of course not," I lie, but then he's pretending that he didn't mean to do just that.

"You seem to be getting along with Clara awfully well," his hands idly rub my rear.

"Well I was the one trying to get you with a proper woman, so it would be silly if I didn't make my best efforts to make her feel happy and welcomed," I smile back at him, "But yes, we've become friends."

"Good," he rests his head on my shoulder, something usually impossible given our height difference, "She's not being too pushy with you, is she? I know some women like to play dress up with their elves, but they don't usually start with crotchless dresses, you know? I just want to make sure you're comfortable with all this. That's important to me, Lorelei."

I blush a little, smiling at hearing his concern for me, "Nothing to worry about, Mas-" I lean back against him, stiffening a little when I feel the hard bulging in his pants, "…Master."

His arms coil around my waist, and I crane my neck to look him in the eye as best as I can, "Did you, um, need my assistance with something, Master?" I say, a little more breathily than I intended.

"I wouldn't want to get in the way of your chores, Lorelei," he says, as if that could ever be more important.

"Oh no, I'm just finishing up here, really," I reply, a little too quickly and excitedly. Smooth.

He leans forward, pressing his clothed erection against my rear. My hands cling to the side of the counter, and I don't quite manage to conceal a little whimper at the feeling. His finger find their way upwards to gently tease my now erect nipples. On instinct, I lean forward to give him better access, if that's what he wants.

"We really haven't had enough time alone together, have we?" he says, more a statement than a question.

"No," I squeak as he kills me with tension.

"Tell you what. Finish with this, then get me a drink? I'll be in my office," he kisses my cheek and releases me, leaving me on wobbly knees. I hurry as fast as I can, noting that the entire kitchen smells like… well, me, now. That's the sort of thing that precedes Lucy ruining a moment.

>>18349

"You didn't say what you wanted so I made you a-" I begin as I enter Master's office.

"It's fine. Lock the door behind you, Lorelei," Master says without looking up from his book, sitting in his comfy chair in the corner of the room.

I obediently do as I'm told, sighing with comfort at being secure in here with him. I go to hand him his drink, and he finally looks up with a smile, taking a long draw before setting his book aside.

"What are you reading?" I ask, not recognizing the coverless old book.

"Wizard stuff, demon stuff, that sort of thing," he sets the glass down.

"Are you working on anything in par-" I yelp as he cuts me off by grabbing my hips and pulling me towards him. I awkwardly tumble into his lap with a gasp.

"Didn't bring you up here to talk about magic," he chuckles, pulling me closer and leaning back, leaving me straddling over his lap, facing him.

"O-oh, of course, did you-" he's just not going to let me finish a sentence. That's fine, elves can do much better things with their mouths. Case in point, he kisses me quite forcefully, reminding me who I belong to.

I shiver a little as he nibbles at my lower lip, and without realizing it, begin grinding down against him. I nearly jump at the feeling, and moan into Master's mouth - I'm so used to grinding against things with that chastity belt keeping me safely locked away from the pesky sensation one gets from rubbing her pussy on something.

He doesn't seem to mind, and his fingers grab my rear, pushing me against him and rubbing more intently. I decide to be a little bold and start unfastening his pants. Without even asking! Again, he doesn't seem to mind, even adjusting his position so I can pull his pants back enough to free his cock.

He's so warm to the touch, and I have to part my lips from his to get in a breath when I feel his shaft press against me. Just the front of the shaft, don't worry. I'm being bold today, but not that bold. As much as I'd love to bring the head of that big human cock to my entrance and sink myself down on him, my presumptuousness does have its limits. As it is, just rubbing my swollen pussy up and down the front of his shaft is nearly overwhelming for me, and little moans escape me with each motion.

My heart throbs a little each time he thrusts back, his lovely little moans escaping him, even if he tries to keep them in. My fingers run on the opposite side of his shaft, cradling his cock and pressing it to my soft folds as I leak my juices all over him.

He pulls me in and licks the tip of my ear, "Do you want me to fuck you, little elf?" he whispers.

I silently, but rapidly, nod my head. He pulls me up by my rear, sliding my pussy away from his cock, my soft flesh now against his stomach, having done it's job of getting his cock wet and ready. I hold still and shift my knees forward and my rear up, to give him better access. He presses the thick head of his cock against my ass, making my opening tense a little in response to the iminent intrustion.

"Be a good girl and sink yourself down on me, Lorelei," he says as he kisses me.

I take a deep breath and lift myself up. His cock is practically dripping, but a slick human cock is still a human cock, and therefore a very tight fit. I do my best to relax, and I lean back, letting him press into my body a little bit at a time. I hide my discomfort as he stretches me wide open. He's taken my ass before, so it's not as if I can't handle it. Most humans would just take their elf, as is their right, not allow their elf to control the depth and speed like this. I do so love Master and his kind nature.

I move back and forth a little, trying to get used to his girth. Then I decide, perhaps unwisely, that I am concerned too much with my own experience, and not Master's. He said he wanted his cock in my ass, not for me to fool around and delay. So I lean my full weight back and letting his cock sink all the way into me. I gasp so hard that I nearly choke, the air not finding it's way out of my lungs to cry out. Master responds with clear pleasure as I envelop him, and his hips sharply thrust up all at once.

For once, I'm glad that it's not my pussy. Such an overwhelming sensation would, I fear, wrench an orgasm right out of me, with no time for me to even try to stop it, were he in my pussy instead of fucking my ass.

Fucking my ass. He really is, now. The first time it happened, it was such a sudden thing, I could barely think about it. But now it's so deliberate, and the words echo in my brain, so much that I barely hear him at first.

"Are you okay?" he asks, in between heavy breaths.

Once again, I nod rapidly. Of course I am. My Master is inside me. How could I not be okay? I push through the pain and start riding him. He thrusts up to meet me, feeling as if he gets deeper every time.

>>18350

"Master…" I whimper, softly as he pulls me close to him.

My hips pump up and down on him, gyrating as I squeeze him as tightly as I can. I have to catch myself to keep my focus where it should be. When he holds me close like this, it makes my pussy rub against him with each thrust. I drip all over him and my throbbing clit grinds directly his skin.

"Mas… Master… I'm close… I'm going to cum…" I let out in a slow whine.

"Shh, shh…" he coos, fingers running through my hair, "It's okay. You're a strong little elf, Lorelei. You can hold back, I know you can," he reassures me. I was actually trying to ask for permission, but I guess that's my answer, either way.

"I'm close, too, my sweet elf," he murmurs into my ear, "I'm going to cum inside you."

He says that right after he tells me I can hold back, as if to test my resolve. Never has my pussy wanted to burst so badly as when he tells me he wants to fill me with cum. I sob in frustration, but miraculously hold off.

I dig my nails into his arms as I feel his cock throb and his pace increasing. I moan and whimper as I hear his breath become faster and deeper. And my teeth and eyes clench tight, nearly tearing as I feel his cock erupt within me, giving me his full load of hot, wonderful human cum. When his thrusts finally stop, I collapse against his chest, my pussy still screaming at me for release.

"…Master…" I just mumble into his chest as I feel his cock soften and slip out of me, some of his hot seed flowing down my thigh.

He kisses my forehead and cuddles me close, "That was just what I needed, Lorelei."

My head spins in that weird mixture of deep satisfaction from Master's orgasm, and deep frustration from the lack of my own. I admit, I kind of love the feeling.

"So tell me," Master asks, stroking my hair, "What's the scheme you and Clara are putting together?"

My eyes shoot open, "I… um, I don't know what you mean, we-" my poorly executed denial is interrupted by the feel of Master's fingertips beginning to circle my clit, slowly and softly at first, but rapidly becoming fast and hard. I'm instantly at the edge again.

"She wants you to fuck Lucy!" I exclaim. So much for all that willpower I had when he was inside me.

"Is that all?" he asks, instantly stopping. I breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why dress you up like a slutty little maid, then?" he follows up.

"She doesn't want to make you feel pressured… or something… and she wants to make you hornier and… Master, I don't know, I'm just an elf caught in all this and I can't think straight because I want to cum so bad," I blurt out.

I know I said I'd help Clara with all this, but Master is well, Master. It would be wrong to keep things from him.

"It's fine. I do think I should finally take Lucy, I just haven't decided what the right way to do it is," Master says, "I don't want her to feel like I'm just giving up and letting her have what she wants. I need to reaffirm my dominance in the process."

"How will you do that?" I look up at him.

"I have some ideas," he says, "But I'm going to keep that to myself for now. Without your belt, you're very vulnerable to interrogation."

I blush a little at the prospect and nod. That's fair.

A long moment passes as I just rest my head on Master's chest and listen to his heartbeat, "Lucy is going to freak out when she finds out you're letting me out of it while she's still locked up."

"Yes," he agrees, "Yes she will."

What does the sign say?

>>18360

Great ratings and views on there.

>>18361

Yes, it seems to be doing well.

>>18351

"Just a moment! Yes I hear you!" I shout as I scramble down the stairs, the bell ringing for the third time.

"Hello, how can I-" It's only when I've fully swung the front door open, and the outside air hits my nipples, that it occurs to me that I am, in fact, wearing my slutty maid outfit. My whole body flushes hot with embarrassment as my hands fly to cover myself.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on your perspective, it's no one that hasn't seen the goods before. Still, regardless of having seen me in even less modest situations, Yuri and Piper just kind of stare all wide-eyed.

"Um… come in. Please," I step back and hide my shame behind the door.

Yuri comes in and walks past me, turning as she walks to keep a firm eye on me, her expression completely unchanged. Piper does not move, his eyes nervously casting downards.

"I'm actually just dropping Yuri and her books off, so…" his eyes glance up, then quickly avert themselves again.

"Dropping her off for what?" I look between the two of them. She's still staring with that odd expression of admiration that she gets.

"You haven't been told?" he asks, not quite looking me in the eye, "She's supposed to help with some translations? I think? Anyways, I was just supposed to drop her off, I've got other errands to do. I'll be back to pick her up later."

"What is she translat- Wait, drop her off? How'd you get here, can you drive?" I tilt my head, a little perplexed. He's not any taller than me. Elves are, compared to humans, not that sexually dimorphic.

"No, Mistress got me a moped!" he says, cheerfully. I don't quite manage to hide a little snort of laughter at the image of him riding one.

"What?" he asks, appearing genuinely confused.

"It's nothing," I wave my hand, dismissing it, "Thank you for dropping her off, Piper."

"Right. I should go," he nods and backs up a little before turning to make a retreat.

I close the door and am left with Yuri still, um, admiring me. I realize that I didn't really get a solid answer about what this was all about. However, I do notice a note pinned to Yuri's shirt, which I gingerly retrieve and open.

"Lydia could only spare the one kitty today (Yuki is at the groomers), so you'll have to wait on the full translation. Yuri reads hellscript well enough, but Lydia sent her with some supplementary materials, in case it's an old or obscure dialect. Once she's copied it into Japanese, she'll bring it home and Yuki will put it into English for you. BTW, she's still a little spooked about your last encounter with her (I loved it, though!) so if you're going to 'use' her again, you might find her more pliant if Lorelei is present - she really likes that elf! Piper will be back to pick her up at around 6. If it looks like it's going to take her longer than that to finish (or if she's busy with -other- things), give me a call. Have fun, sweetie! -Clara," the bottom of the page has a lipstick mark on it.

"What are you transla-" I start, but then remember how fruitless that is, and ask something I don't expect an answer to, "You read hellscript, but you don't speak English?"

Yuri gives an enthusiastic nod, "Hellscaript, yes."

I lead her into the living room, where I'm less exposed to any prying eyes. Except the ones following me.

"I'd better go get Master to see what this is all about," I turn to go, then turn back, "You'd, uh, better stay here. Lucy will have a fit if she runs into you."

She nods, as if she understands, but then proceeds to follow me as I go. I can feel the eyes on my ass. It takes a couple of minutes of trying to explain with words that she doesn't understand and the use of hand gestures to get the idea through. Finally, after making her a drink and sitting her in the living room, she seems to grasp that she needs to stay put.

>>18395

Despite Master's continuous refusal to wear any sort of locator device or even a bell (so that I can find him when he needs me, but hasn't realized it yet), I track him down in fairly short order. My ears pick up the sound of movement in his study, but I walk in before I really process what sounds they are.

"Master did you-" I clear my throat, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were busy."

"It's quite alright, Lorelei," he says calmly from where he stands, leaning against his desk.

"Yeah Lorelei, it's fine. You know he loves it when you watch," Lucy gives me a mischevious grin from where she kneels, in front of him. She makes it a point to maintain intense eye contact with me while she drags her tongue up the length of Master's cock.

A little bit of an awkward moment, but not as much as it used to be. I've gotten used to it as best as a person can get used to walking in on a succubus fellating someone they love. I don't let on that I've become accustomed, though. Lucy seems to get a lot of satisfaction from taunting me, and I can't take that away from her.

She does pounce him for 'feedings' at least once a day, generally twice. Between her, his active sexual relationship with Clara, and any surprises like Lydia and her girls, plus myself when I get attention after all of that, I've had to change around Master's diet to make sure he gets enough of the proper nutrients and has enough energy to properly service all these girls.

"Did… you want me to come back, Master?" I ask, a bit sheepish. I take it back, at least a little bit; still super awkward.

"No, no, I'm almost done," he says breathily, fingers running through Lucy's hair.

Lucy swirls her tongue around the head of his cock, still looking at me, "Stay. He wants you to watch while he pours his cum down my-"

"Be nice, Lucy!" he interrupts her by forcefully grabbing her horns and pulling her down on his cock, thrusting his hips forward so that her lips are down to the hilt in an instant.

I breathe in sharply and bite my lip. I do envy her ability to take him all at once like that. I don't think succubi have a gag reflex. I especially enjoy how rough he starts getting with her, using her horns as handles to essentilly fuck her face. I wonder if Master would ever be this rough with me. Maybe if I asked him? Is that a proper thing for an elf to ask for? To manhandle me like I'm his little pointy eared slut? I mean, if I genuinely think he'd enjoy it, I suppose it would be fine.

He is indeed almost done. I can see it written all over him. I know how to read my Master's body, as I should. I approach his side and put my hand on his arm, watching him pant and moan while he forces his cock down Lucy's throat. She must feel so good. To my delight, he releases one horn and clasps my hand in his. He squeezes me and I squeeze back and I watch his eyes half clothes as he gives her a few hard, deliberate pumps. I have to remind myself to breathe while I watch him cum into her throat. When he's finally done, he pulls her from him and lets her tumble back. I can see her throat moving as she swallows, a big smile on her face as she stretches out and relaxes on the floor.

"Mmm, that was good… I know Lorelei's not very good at it, but you really should let her try now and then, Master," Lucy remarks in the most Lucy way possible, "I mean, she's begging for it in that outf- Hey wait a minute, why isn't she in a fucking belt?!" she bolts up to a sitting position and then clamors to her feet.

I'm surprised it took her so long to notice. I'd been wearing the outfit since yesterday. I suppose when your mind is constantly in the gutter, something like your housemate being dressed like a prostitute doesn't really register, and so she didn't inspect it more closely.

She walks right up to me, glaring down with indignant confusion, as if trying to form a sentence to express how horribly she's been slighted by my very miniscule amount of sexual freedom. She doesn't quite manage it, though.

"Master, Yuri is here to translate something for you?" I turn to him, letting Lucy seethe next to me. When I turn back, she's already gone. Her ability to vanish like that is almost elf-like.

"Ah, yes," Master says, laughing at Lucy's flight, "Let me get the books and mark the passages I need translated," he goes to his shelf and pulls down a large, poorly bound book with pages that I suspect are not made from trees.

>>18396

"Master, these pages," I examine one of the books as we walk, one with a very intense, elaborate series of runes on the cover, "What are they made of? It's like a dry leather, almost…" I clear my throat, "This isn't human skin or something like that, is it? I mean, considering that it is written in hellscript."

"No, no, nothing like that," he says, then pauses to correct himself, "Well, sort of like that. My understanding is that it's elven skin. Some varieties of this kind of writing require it to be written on living flesh, before being fashioned into a page, so naturally they'd write it on a slave. Barbaric stuff, but that's hell for you."

"Oh," I look at it again, "Well, I guess that's sort of better," it's strange that it's sort of relieving to know that it wasn't human, even if it's my own kind. Master must have thought the reaction was strange, too, because it gets a chuckle out of him.

"Master… what is this all about, exactly?" I look up at him.

"It concerns Lucy, though that much was probably obvious," he smiles at me, "I don't want to tip my hand too much, not until I get the translations done. It could amount to nothing. But it could be important in how I… manage her, in the future. Fortunately, I doubt she'll be snooping too much around Yuri."

Speaking of, we spook her a little when we walk into the living room. She bolts up straight at the sight of us, and manages to spill her drink all over herself. I think she's still a little nervous about Master. Not surprising, one's first time with a human male can be intense, especially if one leans towards women. We'll get her eager for him in no time, I'm sure.

"Easy, there. I'm sorry, didn't mean to frighten you," he says, putting his hands up and letting me approach her first.

She sort of stays on the other side of me, but notably, doesn't take her eyes off of Master. I might describe it as 'fascinated concern', but not fear, really. She has gotten tea all over her clothes, though. That won't do.

Master approaches more slowly, and she stands her ground, still keeping her eyes on him. He puts his hand on her head and gently rubs behind one of her ears, and both of them relax a little. My nose twitches, and I swear I can pickup the scent of female arousal in the air, and it's not Lucy or I.

"Thank you for coming over to translate for us, Yuri, I appreciate it," he says, more to present a calming tone, given the language barrier, "Lorelei, get her out of these damp clothes and clean them, will you?" he takes the books from my hands and places them on the nearby table.

>>18497

She stiffens a little as I start unbuttoning her dress, but she doesn't move or do anything to stop me. She must think I'm preparing her for Master's use. I pause, hoping to reassure her, but she doesn't have my attention, she's still staring up intently at Master. She's not wearing any underwear, I note, as I drop her dress to the floor. I suppose I'm not exactly one to judge, given my current method of dress. Or before that, even, unless you count the chastity belt as panties.

She shyly moves her hands between her legs to cover herself, though curiously makes no attempt to cover her breasts. It makes some sense, I suppose, it's not like Master would be able to fuck her chest. Not with Yuri, anyways, she's not overly endowed. Again, not one to judge too harshly. Her eyes finally leave Master and cast downwards as she blushes. A little late to be shy, honey - Lydia might legally own you, but Master has already made you his.

I kneel down and gather her dress up, "I'll just put this in the wash," I turn to go, but find she has caught me by the elbow.

"She'll be right back, Yuri, it's okay," Master says to her, stepping closer and putting a hand on her shoulder. Which, if I'm being honest, is not helping her impression that she's about the be ravished. How do I explain that that's probably only going to happen later?

I take a blanket from the couch next to me and drape it over her shoulders, and that seems to calm her some. Or at least enough that she lets my arm go. It's maybe for the best that she doesn't understand English. It wouldn't feel right if I had to tell her that Master is nothing to worry about, when I'm quietly hoping Master will take her even more roughly than last time. She needs a thorough fucking to get her over this weird behavior where she thinks her sexual preference is up to her, instead of her humans. I'm sure Master would agree. And Lucy, even if she doesn't want to be around Yuri. So we're all in agreement about the big human cock belonging inside the little catgirl. And from her scent, that actually includes Yuri herself, if my elven nose doesn't deceive me. She may have a fixation on me, but this didn't start until Master came down. Maybe she doesn't realize she wants Master to fuck her, but her body does.

Finally, I manage to slip away to put her dress in the wash. Master called her over to translate things for her, not for a quick lay, so it's unlikely that he'll be fucking her when I get back. But a girl can dream. I actually had some other loads to do, so it was convenient timing. Mostly sheets. I've been finding myself cleaning bedsheets a lot more often since Master and Clara have been intimate. I suppose I don't, strictly speaking, have to clean them as often as I do. But there's no such thing as 'too clean'. And it gives me the opportunity to stay aware of how active their sex life is. It's important that I keep tabs on it, because… um, elf things. It just is.

No, I don't return to find Master having bent Yuri over and helping himself. As much as I think that would be a better use of both of their times. But what I do find is quite interesting. She seems to have overcome her fear, and looks quite fascinated by the tomes Master is showing her. They're almost having a conversation, minus any abundance of mutually understood words between them. Most of what he seems to want translated is in that one big creepy book of his, the one with the, um, dermal pages. Yuri seems unfazed by its appearance, either the contents, or it's unpleasant appearance, what with the cover that looks like a smiling face with too many eyes. Which may or may not be an artistic flourish, or an actual face glued on there, knowing how these things go.

Master leaves her with everything she needs before leaving her to it. I'm given specific instructions to stay with her and help her with whatever she needs. So much for getting anything done today, but at least if he does decide he needs to empty his balls into her little catgirl pussy, I won't miss it. I get a few little shy schoolgirl looks as I settle in to wait there and not do much at all, but she mostly seems engrossed in what she's doing. I do find that I'm left with an uneasy feeling; Yuri may not be watching me, but I get a distinct sense that someone is. I can't tell if it's the effect of that awful book on the table, or if there's another, more flesh and blood demon keeping an eye on me.

>>18498

I wake up, finding that I've dozed off with my face against the desk across from Yuri. She's still working diligently, transcribing the scary moon runes on the pages of the books into non-scary moon runes that I no more understand than the first. But it looks like she's made a lot of progress. She shoots me a shy schoolgirl smile and giggles a little at what I presume, and can feel, is a noticeable red mark on the side of my face, from laying it against the desk.

Ever wake up, and feel like something in specific woke you up, but can't remember what it was, because you can't remember the moment after you woke?

"Psssssst!"

There it is. Really only one person it could be. I stand and look around, to no avail, but I don't have to wait long for her to repeated herself with an even more urgent hissy sound. I don't know if she's under the impression that Yuri can't hear that, but I guess it doesn't matter, she doesn't seem to pay it any mind. I roll my eyes and follow the sound, going around the corner into the kitchen, where a very irate - and for some reason, pantsless - Lucy acosts me. Seriously, why does she bother with the shirt if she's not going to put anything else on?

"What's this all about? Tell me! Now!" she says sharply, lightly pushing me to the wall behind me.

"I don't-"

"Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about!" she demands. It's a little odd to see her acting agitatied but not 'rapey' agitated.

"I know exactly what you're talking about," I cross my arms, "if you'd let me finish, I was going to say I don't know what she's translating. Master wasn't forthcoming, and I don't speak Japanese."

"That big book with the spiky things and the face is a copy of one of the volumes of infernal heresy, Lorelei, I've seen them before!" she quickly says, like that means anything to me.

"Isn't everything infernal inherently heretical?" I ask.

"I mean heretical -to- hell," she clarifies, "That's some heavy shit, even in hell. And he's trying to keep what he's doing from me."

"Lucy, he talked about it right in front of you," I astutely point out.

"But he's having that thing out there translate it," she says, quite rudely, "I'm a literal demon, you think I don't read hellscript? Why do you think he's not asking me to do it?!"

"Because you're a lazy slut, and he wants it done before the year is up?" I kind of blurt out.

Her face goes blank, "First of all, nice banter, Lorelei. I'm legitimately sort of proud of you," she shakes her head, "But the point is, he's having her translate it because he doesn't want me to know what he's putting together. He's up to something, and it's nothing good!"

I don't really try that hard to hide my offense, "Master has always done what he felt was right. I'll thank you to keep your slanderous thoughts to yourself."

"Rrrg, you're an impossible sycophant for human cock, Lorelei!" she accuses. I'm going to be honest here, I don't have a rebuttal for that.

>>18502

"What is the worst that he could be possibly doing? What are you afraid of?" I ask. For someone who's literally from hell, you'd think she'd be ready for anything.

"What?! I don't know! That's the point! I -don't- know!" she complains.

"Wait, is this about you being afraid of what he'll do, or are you just frustrated that you don't know what's going on?" I tilt my head.

She sighs and puts her hands on her hips, "It's like 50/50."

"Don't you have anything better to do?" I shake my head.

"I really don't," she throws up her hands, "I can't leave the house and he locked up my pussy. He hasn't even been being a proper bastard to me lately. Too busy fucking his slut."

"I'll also thank you not to talk about Miss Clara that way," I scold her.

"I was talking about you, Lorelei," she gives a sly grin, "Nice performance yesterday, by the way."

"We were locked in Master's office! There is no way you watched us!" I turned bright red. And there's no avoiding it, start getting soaked at being called Master's slut.

"Oh, of course. I take it back. Definitely didn't watch you take it in the ass like a good little elf maid, wearing your lewd little uniform," she says, dismissively.

"How," I demand.

"So you going to play with your little catgirl?" Lucy asks, "She's an evil death-beast, but I've seen how she looks at you."

"Don't you change the subject," my ears lower in annoyance, "How'd you see us?"

"A little role change?" Lucy quirks an eyebrow, "Normally submissive little Lorelei makes the kitty into her own little slave?"

"What? No! I'm not doing anything like- I told you not to change the subject!" I order her, like she'll listen.

" 'It's not going to lick itself, Yuri'," she mocks me, "Lorelei, have you even held the handle side of a whip before?"

I just narrow my eyes at her.

"Hey, it sounds like Master is back with your catgirl again," she says, leaning as if to look over towards the desk in the living room.

"She's not -my- catgirl, Lucy, I-" I turn to look around the corner, but by the time I glance back, Lucy is long gone, again.

>>18503

Employing it as a distraction or not, Lucy is actually true to her word. I emerge from the kitchen and return to Yuri to find Master with her, in another barely-lingual conversation of hand gestures and broken sentences. From what I can piece together from the body language and Master's half of the verbal part is that Yuri is done, at least with her part. They both seem joyful and enthusiastic. I'm glad to see she's warming up to him. Bonding over what Lucy has called 'magic nerdery' seems to have done a lot of good for them.

"There you are, Lorelei," Master announces, "Perfect timing. Yuri has finished with her translation. We won't know if it has much value until she takes it home and Yuki gets a look, but she's still done us a great service, and I'd like to reward her."

"Reward? How so?" I tilt my head a little.

"She's pretty transparent about what she likes, even with the langauge barrier. I think she's earned a little elven attention for her hard work," Master steps behind the chair Yuri is sitting in, and rotates it to face me, "Be a dear and get to your knees, Lorelei."

I blush a little, and smile at his command. I never tire of hearing his very direct tone when he gives me orders. I obediently kneel in front of Yuri's chair, and even if she can't really understand us, she seems to be getting the idea of what's happening if the widening of her eyes is any indication. She gets an almost giddy look when I take ahold of her knees and gently push her thighs apart.

I make sure to put on a little bit of a show to titillate Master. I kiss up her thighs, jumping from one to the other, spreading them further apart as I inch closer to her pussy. I can see her getting antsy and fidgety, trying to move closer to my mouth and kneading her fingers like the kitten she is. Her intense expression makes me think I should stop and remind her to breathe. I'm not sure why she's so into me, but I'm certainly not above using that to my advantage, especially if it's for Master's benefit.

I grip her knees and push them even wider, almost enough to hurt a little, as I finally dive between her legs. I lock my lips to her, well, 'lips' and dive my tongue into her body. The reaction is instant, her hips bucking up against my mouth and her head thrashing around, little high pitched mewls of pleasure escaping her

She seems overwhelmed quickly, becoming a mess of pants and moans that can barely stay seated in her chair. I hold onto her tightly, and Master does his best to keep her in place as well, holding onto her shoulders while I assault her little pussy. I feel like I'm barely getting started when she reaches her limit, her body shaking and hips pumping as she cums on my tongue. I've not even had a chance to give her clit much attention, just my tongue inside her seems to set her off. These kitties have no discipline, though I can't blame that entirely on her. Lydia really should be taking a firmer hand with them. Honestly, Master should administer a good spanking to that woman to get her to get her pets in order. And I don't just say that because I'd like to see it. Not that I support human women getting hurt, but if a human man needs to do it to keep her in line, then he needs to do it.

I continue, because of course I do, it's not like Master has told me to stop. She gets extra squirmy as I keep licking her pussy, now extra sensitive. And then, as if he was reading my mind about what this kitty needed, Master unfastens his pants and brings his lovely cock out. He's swollen, but not fully hard yet, and I admit that my attentions to Yuri slow a little as I watching - I do love watching his big human cock become erect.

Yuri's attention follows my own eyes as my tongue slows, and she instantly tenses as she sees him readying for her. She gets that weird expression like she thinks his cock doesn't belong inside of her, growing and fading in response to my lips, which have now wrapped around her clit.

It's frustrating for a non-human girl like this to express trepidation at properly serving her human betters, especially with such a wonderful specimen like Master. We could be harsh with her, but I choose to take a softer approach. I take one of her hands in mine and clasp it tightly, and smile with my eyes up at her, trying to tell her that everything will be okay, and how much it would make me happy if she would be properly obedient.

And, somewhat to my surprise, it works. She gazes back into my eyes and breathes deeply, giving her lip a little bite as she thinks. Finally, she turns back to Master, swallows hard, then looks up to him and opens her mouth. Perhaps not as wide as she should, but it's a start. He gently strokes her hair, showing his appreciation for her proper compliance, and gently places the head of his cock between her lips.

>>18536

I'll be honest, I have to restrain myself from letting my hands drift downwards between my own legs. She still seems unsure, but lets him push his cock a little deeper into her mouth, and closes her lips around it. She's not overly well equipped to accomodate him, just like me, but she does her best, and doesn't fight as he starts to push back and forth, rubbing himself over her lips and tongue. I squeeze her hand and rub it gently to reassure her that she's doing things correctly, and that I'm pleased with her progress.

Her eyes drift between mine and Master's, as if she's asking if she's doing this right. I gently suck on her clit, sliding my tongue over it, using the nub to do my best to mimic the motions I would use on Master, hoping she will get an idea of what will feel right for Master. I try not to overdo it; this stopped being about her the moment his cock touched her lips, and I don't want to distract her from what she's doing. I wouldn't say she really gets into it, but she pliant to his movements, and makes some effort to move her mouth on Master's cock. Not really the sort of attention that I would ordinarily think makes a girl worthy of having my Master's cock in her mouth, but it's her first time, so I'll give her a break.

He rubs her little cat ears, which twitch in response, before slowly pulling himself free. My own lips part from her body and I stand. I know exactly what's happening, but it isn't until I've taken her hand and coaxed her to her feet that she seems to realize the implication of Master not cumming in her mouth.

"Bring her to the other side of the desk here, Lorelei," he instructs me, walking over to the side without the papers and books, and disrobing more completely.

I gently take Yuri's hand and leads her over, but she stops just as we get their, anxiety washing over her face. Her eyes dart between my face and Master's cock, wet and ready for her. She gives a shake of her head at me, a worried expression erupting, and her hands go between her legs, covering her pussy. It's as if she thinks I could stop this, if I even wanted to. And I most assuredly don't. Honestly, I'm more frustrated that Master isn't inside her already than anyone here.

"It's okay, Yuri, it won't hurt, he's done it before, remember?" I nod. Well, it might hurt, but she doesn't really understand me anyways, so that doesn't matter.

But once again, she's resistant, and needs a little feminine charm to convince her to do what's right. I take her hand and bring it up to my lips, placing her index finger on my tongue and gently sucking on it. I swirl my tongue in slow circles around the digit and lock eyes with her, gazing deeply into them. Slowly but surely, the anxiety drifts from her face and her breath picks up.

"For me, Yuri?" I ask, withdrawing her hand and placing it on my chest.

She doesn't quite nod or give a distinct positive response, but her expression tells me everything I need to know. She'll do whatever I want. Some of the best elf magic isn't magic at all.

I pat my hand on the desk, indicating for her to hop up, and I help her ease up onto the edge. She looks down at Master's cock and I have to hold her hand to keep her from getting anxious again. It's completely natural for small girls like us to get anxiety when faced with a human cock, especially when one is still new to it. It looks too big, like it could never fit. But the Earth Mother made us more than capable of taking it. I do want her to calm down, though. Since it's going in her, no matter what, it's best if she relaxes and makes it easier for her body to accomodate him.

I put my other hand on her shoulder and ease her back to lay against the wood surface of the desk, whispering that it'll be okay. Master takes her legs and lifts them up, spreading them wide apart, and gets himself into position. I stand at the side of the desk and smile up at Master while I reach down and spread Yuri's little pussy open for him. My fingers feel around at her little hole, making sure she's still wet and ready, which of course she is. A tight little one too; maybe not 'elf-tight', but more than tight enough.

"What would I do without you, Lorelei?" he grins and leans down to kiss me as he rubs the head of his cock over her opening, then slides in. I shiver a litttle as I feel him moan against my mouth.

He wastes little time sinking himself into her. Thankfully, because I'm not sure how much longer I could wait. She cries out a bit when he enters her, but it subsides to whines and whimpers before long. She squirms about on the desk, but with Master's strong hands holding her thighs, it's not like she could ever go anywhere. Not like she's tryng that hard to get away, it's more like she's trying to fool herself into thinking she's not into this. That silly idea that she's a lesbian needs to stop. If Master needs to fuck it out of her, so be it.

>>18537

"That's one tight little kitty," Master says, and I giggle a little at his pun, "Thank you for getting her ready for me. Sex is always better with my little elf to help me."

I blush profusely, "Of course, Master. I'm always happy to serve. Is there anything I can do to help you enjoy her more?"

"Make her cum for me, Lorelei," he says, closing his eyes with a shudder, "I think that'll help her get used to enjoying this."

I nod and reach down to start fingering her clit. Her back arches up immediately, and she mewls and thrash about more. She clearly enjoys it, but it's as if she doesn't want to enjoy it. I'll make sure she does, regardless. If nothing else, all the motion will make it better for Master.

I do know a thing or two about pleasuring a clit, even if it's usually not my own, so she hasn't got a chance of resistance. My fingers pick up the pace and show her no mercy. I can already imagine her little pussy pulsing around Master's cock, making her cum for human cock, as nature intended. I can even feel the bulging of flesh against my wrist as Master overfills her lithe body. I lean in and put my other hand under her neck, pulling her up to me to kiss and lick at her soft skin. Which is more about keeping my hands busy so they don't find unauthorized clits to rub.

In all honestly, I'd rather be touching Master right now. I'd like to press my body to him from behind and kiss the sweat off his body, feel his chest expand and contract and his hips pump. I'd like to reach down and cradle his balls in my hand, keeping them warm and comfortable until he's ready to empty them into Yuri's body. But orders are orders.

Yuri gets into it surprisingly fast, at least in regards to my attentions. But a response to my fingers stilll makes her thrust back against Master's cock, the way she should. Master responds in kind and starts thrusting harder. He lifts up one of her legs and turns her to her side, facing me, using it to get better leverage to punish that little pussy of hers. I take the opportunity to move in and put my lips to her clit, and as a benefit, feel and taste Master pushing into her with each thrust. If I could cum without touching anything…

Her body finally surrenders to my touch, and she cries out something in Japanese as she starts to cum. I can feel the tension in her pussy from where my lips are. Master grabs my hair and pushes me harder against her clit, as if he needed to, and begins to utterly ravage her little body. It's only a few moments before he starts to erupt as well, pouring his hot cum where it belongs, inside this cute little catgirl. The smell, the taste, the overall sensation of feeling him cum into this pussy right next to my lips is almost more than I can handle.

He only releases my head when he's finished pumping her full. He pulls out and leans against the desk, catching his breath. Yuri says nothing, just lays limp. I don't blame her, I wouldn't be able to react, either.

>>18538

I open my mouth to ask Master if he needs anything else, but he stands up and grabs me before I can say a word. He leans down to kiss me hard; I'm sure my lips still taste quite heavily of Yuri. His hand goes right between my legs and he roughly forces two thick human fingers up my pussy. He nearly lifts me with the force he presses into me with, and my hips rock back and forth on his fingers. My whole body seems to clench, and I almost cum right there, while I leak all over his hand.

"M-master, I need to-" I manage to force out when his lips part from mine for a breath, but they press back again and I lose my chance to ask for permission. I tense and hold back until he finally releases me and pulls his hand away. I almost ask for permission now, even though he's stopped touching me, but I think better of such selfish thoughts.

"That was delightful," he says, collapsing back in the chair Yuri had been sitting in, taking a deep breath, "Be a good girl and clean me off?" he asks, his eyes clothes.

I, of course, comply. But I've no sooner gotten to my knees and taken his cock into my mouth, than I hear a loud clearing of a throat. I look up, cock still in my mouth, to see Lucy standing at the far side of the room, Piper at her side, with eyes wide like dinner plates.

"Our guest's chariot awaits. If she can still walk," Lucy says, idly examining her nails and avoiding looking at Yuri.

"I'm here to pick her up. I mean, if she's, um, ready," Piper shyly states.

I don't ignore them, per se, but Master's cock needs cleaning, and I don't stop doing that, even if I find myself looking in their direction while I do it.

"He sure fucks a lot of different pussies, doesn't he, Piper?" Lucy says, in an exceptionally smug tone, even for her, "Almost doesn't seem fair, does it? I mean with you locked up and everything."

The poor boy blushes like a tomato. I almost feel bad for him, not everyone is so used to Lucy teasing them like that. Not that it changes my opinions on where a domestic elf boy's cock belongs. That is to say, in his own pants.

"Lucy, be nice!" Master scolds her, then turns to Piper, speaking casually, despite his cock being between my lips, "We were just relaxing a little after Yuri finished her work. If you'd be a good boy and pack up her things while Lorelei cleans us up and gets Yuri's clothes, we'll get her ready to go in just a few minutes."

reminder to ban your boyfriend from using protection with elf girls!

>>18632

Proper context for this picture.

>>18662

Yeah, Macha being perpetually denied is something of a meme.