Elf Doll

Azazel was in the middle of harvesting the souls of the damned from the fields of woe when he received the summons, a pull in the back of his mind. Blinking, he paused, shaking the transparent ghoul off the end of his trident, where it landed on the cracked, bone-bleached ground with a thud. The glowing blue soul was sucked into his weapon.

It had been a long while since the last time a mage had summoned him. Azazel gave himself a quick once over to make sure he was still suitably menacing. His red skin wasn't dirty, and he was wearing his good armor, the obsidian set which bore the scars of a thousand battles from ages past. Yes, that would do.

Stowing his trident, he answered the summons, allowing the magic to tug him across dimensions in a rush of sulfurous smoke. "Who dares summon Azazel, bane of the netherworld?!" he bellowed.

The question was mostly for theatrics, as he could plainly see who it was once the smoke cleared. He now found himself standing in a wide circular chamber with high, gold-trimmed windows. The grey granite under his hooved feet was matched by the ankle-length silver dress of the mage who looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her green eyes. Clearly an elf, going by the pale skin and ears; a fine-figured one at that. Her dress showed plenty of ample cleavage and her straight, blonde hair cascaded elegantly past her shoulders.

"I summon you, demon, to forge a pact," the elf woman declared, unmoving and unafraid as she stood, a crystal-topped staff in her hand.

Azazel spread his bat wings wide, and his arrow-tipped tail lashed behind him. "Pact magic is no mere trifle, sorceress. For every boon granted, an equal price must be paid, one seeped in blood and loss."

At this, she merely smirked coyly. "Oh, I'm well aware. In fact, I already have a contract drafted right here." With that, she pulled out a sheet of thick parchment and passed it to him.

A confident one, eh? Those usually came up with the most foolish, shortsighted pacts. His throat rumbling, Azazel began to read, growing more confused with every line.

It was well-drafted in terms of the language used, that was certain. Evidently this woman knew exactly what she was doing to avoid loopholes. However, the actual

terms

were baffling. She wanted to gain immunities to injury and illness, pretty standard stuff, if pricy, as well as casting aside her need to consume nourishment or breathe.

But what she was exchanging included the majority of her memories and knowledge, her ability to speak, and

all four of her limbs

.

Azazel's brow rose, studying the elf in a new light. His body began to stir with desire. "You know, most people pay with human sacrifices. If you exchanged all of that, you'd basically be, well..."

"Nothing more than a sex doll for creatures like yourself to have their way with as they pleased? That's the

idea

," she declared in a sultry tone, her eyes lidded as she cocked her hips to the side.

"Oh. Is that what you're into?" Azazel asked. He wasn't complaining, far from it, but he was growing unusually curious. "Why not just tie yourself up with other spells or something? This would be

permanent

." And for a race as long-lived as elves, that meant thousands of years.

"That's what makes it such a turn on," she admitted, her cheeks reddening. Then, she sighed, gesturing around them with her staff. "I've been Archmage here for centuries, working tirelessly to improve the kingdom, and none of my efforts stick, each new innovation undone by some catastrophe or foolish political maneuver. I'm

done

. As a sex doll, I'll still be making people happy,

and

I'll get to cum my brains out at the same time."

"Fair enough, I suppose. And I certainly never pass up the promise of a good fuck when offered!" Azazel laughed.

At this, she shuddered, now openly devouring his chiseled frame with her eyes, from his crotch to the tips of his gnarled horns. "So it's a deal, then? You'll seal the pact?"

"Indeed I shall," he said with a hungry grin. "You don't mind if I keep you to myself for a few decades, do you?"

"Not at all," she said, her breaths already growing visibly deeper. "Once I'm a doll, feel free to use me however you like until you get bored, then throw me away for some other guy to find."

Holy shit. Azazel licked his lips, his codpiece straining to contain his growing erection. "I'm very glad to hear it." He extended his hand, now wreathed in the purple flames of demonic spellcraft. The contract now floated in the air between them. "Before you lose your tongue, any last words?"

"Only three.

Have fun, Azazel

," she purred. Then, she reached out her own, much daintier hand, and shook.

As they did, the purple flames spread to her hand, intensifying before leaping up to the contract, which rolled itself up and was activated with the stamped seal of hell before being teleported into the overlord's archives.

But Azazel wasn't paying attention to that. Instead, he watched as the newly minted living sex doll's limbs vanished, leaving her and the staff to clatter to the floor in a heap. She landed face up, and he watched as the expression on her face subtly changed. For a moment, she was confused, but then she smiled. The elf's ennui and wisdom alike had vanished, leaving only anticipation and horniness.

It occurred to Azazel that he had never actually gotten the Archmage's name. Eh, didn't matter, now that her pact was sealed, she was an Elf Doll! "Now you're just a helpless vessel for dick," he said, chuckling.

At this, she hummed and nodded, urging him along with her needy gaze, though he didn't need to be told to follow through on making that a reality!

First things first; time to rip that dress off. Kneeling down, Azazel took his clawed fingertip and slashed it down across the sliver fabric before unwrapping his prize. Her body truly was scrumptious to behold, with an hourglass figure. Where her arms and legs would have met her body, there were no stumps, but only more smooth, curved flesh, as if they had never existed to begin with.

While her splayed out locks framed her face, her lacy, sky blue bra and panties framed her femininity. Her panties were already soaked through with her juices, and her lustful scent reached Azazel's nose, only spurring him to further hardness.

"Fuck, that's sexy," Azazel declared, already moving to unbuckle his armor. His elf doll watched with rapt attention as his hot, turgid member sprung into view. Her jaw fell open and her pupils dilated with desire as she saw what he was packing.

"You really are a degenerate little thing, aren't you?" he quipped. Most non-demons didn't appreciate the multitude of sharp, backwards-facing barbs demon cocks sported, sure to scrape any lady's insides like wild. "And since you can't be wounded anymore, I don't have to worry about breaking you if I go all out."

As she shuddered in need, Azazel swiftly removed her lingerie, revealing her pink, clean-shaven entrance and perky breasts. He gave the latter a quick fondle before grabbing her by the waist with both hands and carrying her over to a nearby chair.

Spreading his legs, Azazel lined up his glans with her labia, the contact making his whole length throb with burning hunger. He locked eyes with his new toy before plunging her down over his dick without hesitation.

She let out a wordless scream of ecstasy as Azazel penetrated her all the way to her cervix in one thrust. Satan, she was

tight

. Not to mention warm and wet. And her pussy was the perfect depth, too, enough to let him bottom out just as their hips slammed together!

A guttural growl emerged from Azazel's throat as his new doll moaned and squirmed in his grip. "

Shit

, you feel good. I'm gonna enjoy using you."

From there, Azazel stopped talking for a while to better focus on pistoning her up and down his length, the only sounds in the room the repeated smacking of flesh-on-flesh and the Elf Doll's lewd cries. With each thrust, her ample tits bounced, nipples hard.

It felt

amazing

, every inch of his dick on fire as her moist walls gripped Azazel, the desire within him building and building. Soon, it would be impossible to contain.

"Damn, you -

huff

- really were born for this," Azazel declared.

He was in total control, just how he liked it. She had no means of resisting him whatsoever, and he wanted to ravage her in earnest, so that's exactly what he did, redoubling his pace as he pounded his meat into the Elf Doll furiously. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she came on the spot, the undulations of her insides around him growing feverish as she twitched and shook in his hands. What an excellent show!

Azazel could feel his own climax building in the pit of his stomach, a huge, sticky batch of hot seed churning up to claim her body as his prize. She was panting heavily, in the midst of her afterglow, but Azazel didn't hesitate to continue using her. He had no plans of stopping until his balls were totally drained, and she was so damn erotic that he knew he could keep it up for three rounds or more, easily.

And the first was rapidly concluding, the electric sensation of ejaculation roaring through him. "Alright, slut, take my first load! I'm gonna pump you full of hellspawn, and you'll carry them all!"

With a grunt and a huff, Azazel's hips jerked upwards out of his control and his hooves scraped the stone floor as he hilted himself into his Elf Doll, pulse after pulse of sperm erupting from his cock to paint her womb. The sensation of being filled prompted another orgasm from her, and she screamed through clenched teeth as Azazel's mind blanked from the bliss of ejaculating.

The Elf Doll's exquisite vag milked his length expertly throughout the whole creampie. By the time his peak had faded, not a single drop had spilled out around Azazel's cock. Clearly, she had more room left inside to be stuffed full of baby batter, and since he was still achingly hard, Azazel barely wasted a second before starting back up again with rhythmic thrusts.

Honestly, the only thing Azazel could think of which would have made the experience of boning his new plaything even better was the addition of some BDSM gear; his specialty. "Back at my place in the pit, I've got some other stuff I want to use on you later, like a -

mmpf

- blindfold, a ballgag, plenty of rods and switches..."

On top of the continued stimulation as he moved her up and down, his words evidently pushed her over the edge, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she came for the third time, eyes wide. Her pussy caressed his dickbarbs perfectly as her juices oozed into his lap.

Azazel smiled. Oh yeah, he would have some wild times ahead breaking her in.

* * *

Grog marched back into the valley with the wild boar he'd killed slung over his shoulder. It was a hefty beast; its meat and fat would feed his sons well. Still, it had been a long hunt, and he was looking forward to taking a load or two off back at their encampment.

It was about ten more minutes before he reached it. He and his fellow green-skinned orcs were a simple, nomadic people, who lived off the land during the summer and pillaged from towns, mostly human ones, in the winter. So, to them, the assemblage of ragged tents and firepits likely wasn't very impressive, but Grog and his kin didn't need more than the basics to be content: food, water, and sex.

He could already hear signs of the latter ongoing as he arrived, stepping around a patch of scrub bushes to reveal some of his friends having their way with the women. Having been taken from their homes over the years during his clan's conquests, the girls came in all shapes, sizes, and personalities. Each of them was kept naked and tied to a post so they couldn't escape, and the fresher ones tended to resist fiercely, while those who'd been travelling with the clan for a while were generally more resigned.

However, there was one exception to both of those rules, and it was she whom Grog would be paying a visit to once he'd passed off the boar to the butcher.

This went off as normal, except that he was intercepted by the three oldest of his seven sons on the way back, Druun, Rade, and Walb. Walb's tusks were getting so long now!

"Come play bloodball with us, daddy!" Druun pleaded, tugging on his leg.

"In a bit, kid," Grog said, patting their heads. "I'm going to go fuck your mother first."

While Druun was disappointed, Rade exclaimed. "Oh, okay! See you later!" and waved him off.

As they returned to their game, Grog went back to the breeding area. The others present, human and orc alike, all ignored him, either busy with their own mating sessions or having recognized who he was here for.

See, the way most of his people's heads worked, they couldn't really get it up if their partner was also enjoying themselves; they liked resistance. This was important because all orcs were male, and they needed to impregnate females from other species to propagate, who typically stuck to their own kind if given the option.

Grog was different, though, and so was his favorite girl. She rested in a large basket of straw under a tree, heavily pregnant, his limbless Nugget. She was smiling gently at his youngest, who was currently lying down atop her and nursing at her breast.

"Hey, I'm back," Grog said, drawing their attention.

He'd found Nugget just lying there in the middle of a trail one day, and had immediately been attracted to the hot, helpless elf, taking her with him. She made for the perfect seedbed: quiet, fertile, and low-maintenance. Grog still had zero clue how she'd ended up there, and he did not care.

As Nugget's expression grew excited, Grog pulled his fussy infant son from atop her and set him down on the soft wild grass to babble before picking her up. "Okay, I want you to suck my cock today. Wouldn't want to hurt the baby, after all."

Nugget nodded twice, her cute, long ears bobbing as she salivated, licking her lips. She unabashedly eyed his loincloth.

"Perfect," Grog said, his member rearing up to go. With one muscled arm, her lifted Nugget up by her sexy wraparound ass to kiss her breasts and belly, savoring her taste as he made her squirm. With the other, he untied his loincloth, which dropped to the ground, revealing his throbbing 13-incher.

Nugget moaned from his ministrations, rich milk flowing gently down her skin from her puffy, swollen nipples. Grog licked it up with gusto, the touch of his tongue getting her ripe and ready.

Now fully erect with burning need, Grog leaned against the tree and flipped Nugget upside down, her hair tickling his ballsack as her firm, swollen boobs hypnotized him with their motion. Grog then lined up her mouth with the tip of his cock, which she held open wide to accept him, and lowered her onto it, spearing her throat.

Nugget didn't gag, instead gulping enthusiastically to fit more and more of his length down her gullet, Grog's dick visibly distending her neck more and more as she did.

Fuck

, did this always feel amazing, having her service him like this. She even used her tongue to lick him at the same time!

Groaning with pleasure, Grog admired the sight of Nugget's pussy right in front of his face as he slowly forced himself deeper and deeper into her with each forceful thrust. Passing the halfway point, with seven inches through her lips, he wouldn't stop until he was in her as much as he could go.

Evidently, Nugget was loving this even more than he did, as she abruptly climaxed, her cunt squeezing against itself. Grog took a quick taste of her there as she did. "Guess you really do love me, huh? I mean, I would have had you pumping out tots for me anyway, but it's nice to know you still enjoy it."

His friends would make fun of him for being so sentimental if they knew, but Nugget wouldn't tell even if she were able. She wouldn't want to risk losing his dick and going unused!

Then, again, Grog might have stuck with her regardless. The way she kept dutifully licking his shaft even as her throat undulated around him felt fucking

incredible

, and his hips bucked of their own accord. "I'm gonna cum soon, too. Be sure to swallow it all!"

In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to blast even more of his essence inside Nugget, and his instructions were more of a formality than anything, since he knew she was as thirsty for his spunk as he was eager to give it to her.

It was this thought that pushed Grog over the edge, and he bellowed with pleasure as he cut loose, pumping gout after gout of his thick baby batter directly into Nugget's stomach. The faint gurgling noises she was making were music to his ears, and fire ran through his veins as his mind cleared.

Panting with exertion, Grog eventually settled into his afterglow comfortably, but he still wasn't satisfied, and after a minute or so, he could already feel his cock stiffening again. With a wet pop, he pulled Nugget up and off, who arched her back as he scraped her throat on the way out.

Turning her right-side up again, Nugget grinned lecherously up at him and wiggled in his hands, drawing his attention back to her milk-laden tits and fecund stomach. Both a result of his actions.

Returning her smile, Grog savored the moment, just holding her there and admiring her effortlessly sexy body as his dick returned to full hardness, pressing up into the space between her thick asscheeks.

Without bothering to ask for permission or announce his intentions, Grog simply acted on his lust, and abruptly speared his saliva-lubed breeding stick into her backdoor, making her gasp cutely in surprise.

"That's it, you don't need to do anything, just relax and let me use you," he said, the feel of her asshole entirely different. He preferred her cunt, but he didn't want to hurt his baby. Especially since he planned on having Nugget give him about a dozen more over the course of his prime years.

These words really drove her wild, and her eyes fluttered close as she shuddered, cumming again from the mere idea of being kept longer as breeding stock. What a

slutty

thing she was.

As her asscheeks clenched and her pussy dripped more love juices down his groin, Grog redoubled his pace, unable to tear his eyes away from her supple, bouncing flesh and cute face. Sweat built up between his firm grip and her waist.

"Gonna fuckin' fill you from both ends--" he uttered as his second virile delivery churned up in the pit of his gut, building and building, before Grog blew. He clenched his teeth as he painted her insides white with semen.

Completely spent, Grog breathed heavily as he slowly slid to the grass, leaving Nugget to fall forward against his chest. They relaxed against eachother's bodies for a little while, Grog feeling her racing heartbeat through her breasts.

But alas, he had other responsibilities, and eventually picked himself up. After one last appreciative slap on her ass for the road, Grog returned Nugget to her basket, then made sure his infant son was okay. He'd been playing with some bugs while they'd been enjoying themselves. After changing his cloth diaper, he placed him back on top of Nugget's bosom for feeding and company.

Once he was old enough to be weaned, named, and integrated into the clan proper, he would have no need for either anymore. To orcs, women were just for reproduction, after all. As it should be.

* * *

Tomas entered the brothel at midday, and thus it was largely in a lull period. His chainmail armor, bearing the symbols of the Holy Celestial Order, clinked with each of his booted steps as he pulled a small wooden wagon behind him. A girl no older than seven looked up from her task cleaning the floor to stare at him in confusion.