In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home
Part 146
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“What a fucking slut,” I hear, whispered in my ear. It’s Lucy.
“Cumming all over your Master’s cock, just from a little penetration. Without his permission, no less. You just got a little bit of that cock and went off like a fountain, all on your own. Just splashing your pussy juice all over him like some wanton, degenerate whore,” she continues, in a husky, excited tone, “Am I proud of you.”
It’s such a degrading thing to say. I’m a proper, loyal, loving elf. Of course I want Master to fuck me, that doesn’t make me some filthy, horny little slut who can’t control my urges. Which I say to myself, as I cum again. Or maybe it’s the same orgasm. It’s all kind of a blur. My pussy practically strangles Master’s cock, to the point that I’m worried I’m hurting him. But that’s silly. Humans are tough, one tight little elf pussy clenching down on him isn’t going to bother Master.
“Lucy, be nice,” Clara chastises her with the typical phrase, “It’s okay, Lorelei,” she says, stroking my hair, “You’re taking your Master’s cock like a good girl. We’ll let it slide, this time, that you came all on your own. We can only expect so much self control for your little pussy. You’re just an elf, after all.”
Okay, that one is a new orgasm, for sure. Another series of spasms courses through my pussy as Miss Clara tells me I’m a good girl. It leaves me in a daze, as I collapse back, barely able to meet Master’s thrusts, only able to look up and watch him take what is his. Watching a human man fuck an elf is among the most beautiful things in nature, but I might be biased.
He leans down and kisses me hard, his tongue pressing against for a long moment, before finally breaking to catch his breath, and let me do the same. I do finally see the signs. I know when Master is close, but knowing that he is close while inside my pussy is a lot to take in. His breath gets deeper, his thrusts get harder, more deliberate, and I brace myself. He finally leans in, his face going past mine, to press his lips, this this time, to Clara’s. He kisses her so lovingly and passionately as his cock finally reaches his limit, and thick, hot streams of cum spray forth from him, directly inside of me. I don’t think I have to tell you that I fail to find the proper language to describe the sensation. I’ve rarely, if ever, felt so complete as I do watching him kiss his lover while he showers my insides with his hot seed.
Things become hard to remember after this. I don’t think we stop there. In fact, I’m certain of it. Master continues to fuck me, he continues to use my body for his pleasure, while Lucy and Clara assist him, but the details ellude me from that point. If I wasn’t already submissive to his will, he certainly would have fucked me into submission. As it is, his use of my body leaves me more his than ever.
I awake in the morning, trying to piece together the events of the night before, while the warm sun bathes the four of us in its glow, only knowing for sure that I feel satisfied and content. At least, until I become keenly aware that I am once again wearing my chastity belt.
The End.
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