They're at it again. I can hear them arguing from all the way upstairs. It's usually more subtle, competitive stuff, but sometimes Master's wife and his, er, other wife, do lock horns.
The other one, she's not really his wife, even if she might fancy herself as such. Marriages of humans to non-humans legal. That's probably for the best. Even if I do sometimes secretly fantasize about what it would be like to marry Master. To wear a human style wedding dress and have him kiss me at the altar, and then later carry me into a beautiful honeymoon suite, lay me down on the bed and...
Ahem.
Like I said, not legal. Human men belong with proper human wives. Though there's no harm in keeping non-human consorts around to keep them satisfied. Some consorts are more official than others. Such is the case with Miss Charlotte.
Spidergirls, Master tells me, are what's called a 'monosexual near-human species', which is human-science talk for 'they're all girls and they need human men to breed'. Or I guess it could also mean the reverse, where a race is all boys, but those are mostly extinct, since humans don't tend to put up with monsters after their women. The spidergirls had a similar problem, though. It used to be that they'd kidnap men, tie them up in webs in their lairs, and rape them until they got pregnant. Some people say that they'd cocoon them up and eat them when they were done, but I don't know if that's really true. Either way, it isn't something most humans are prone to accepting.
Like other aggressive species, the ability to prey on humans evaporated with the march of human advancement. As a result, they're numbers have been dwindling for generations, living in the colonies the humans allow them, with minimal chances to breed. But humans, in their compassionate nature, have largely decided that they aren't going to allow the spidergirls, and other races in the same position, to just die out.
Master volunteered for this government initiative to save the spidergirls. He's very kind that way. What happens is that a spidergirl is granted a human 'husband', though of course he's not really married to her, but she's given over to him and officially allowed to breed with him. In exchange, she essentially becomes his property under the condition that he provides her free sexual and reproductive access.
I'm a little jealous, if we're being honest. Elves aren't a monosexual near-human species. We have our own males, even if most of them aren't really what you'd call 'men'. So we don't get a sweet sorta-husband deal from the government. We are able to breed with humans, but since it blurs the line between races, it's very restricted. Not like with spidergirls. All spidergirl offspring are spidergirls. They don't become less so over the generations of breeding with humans. I think they take it for granted that they get to carry children from our human masters.
But it isn't going smooth like it should. Mistress was very excited about getting Miss Charlotte. I think she thought it would be like when they got me. Another loyal, devoted servant to make her and her husband happy. But spidergirls, it turns out, are nothing like elves.
Something about being an opportunistic slut.
Something about being a jealous, greedy bitch.
Something about being a disposable fuck toy.
Something about having the tits of a seventh grader.
Something... I'm not sure exactly, but I think I can make out the words 'gross bug pussy'.
They're both in a mood today. I drum my fingers on the railing beside the stairs, wondering if I should go down there. Maybe I should say something.
"Leave them be, Melody," I jump a little as Master places his hand on my shoulder. Normally I hear him coming, but with the house as it is, my concentration is all over the place, "I'll intervene when I feel it's necessary, but for now, let's just let them have their competition."
I lean my head back to look up at him, "But they've been at it for-"
I'm interrupted with a finger pressed to my lips, "I know you like harmony in the house, but trying to stifle them won't help with that. Quiet contempt could be even worse than active aggression. Besides, I think they're starting to understand one another. And I admit, I do sort of like being fought over."
I sigh and defer to his judgement. He is the master, after all.
"I do miss some of the closeness I get when things are less crazy, though," he says, wrapping his arms around my waist. I draw in a quick breath as I feel his heat envelop me and a firm bulge press against my lower back, "I suppose you've missed it for awhile too."
"Y-yes, Master," I stammer out as he lifts my dress up and slides his hands under, across my thighs. Not... right here in the hall, surely?!
He guides me forward a little and eases my front half down. I instinctively press my rear towards him and grasp the railing at the top of the stairs to steady myself. He unfastens his pants and I can feel the heat of his cock just as surely as I can hear the shouting continue downstairs. It's been awhile since he's had my ass, so I know that it will hurt, but I breath slowly and try to relax so I can bear it for him.
His hands slide over the chastity belt and I expect it any moment, only to be greeted with a soft click. I look down in surprise to see him sliding the belt off of my hips.
No way. He's not really going to...? No, it couldn't be. He hardly ever does. That isn't what elves are for.
