In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home
Chapter 3
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The internet provides very little actual, valuable information on succubi, it turns out. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, this sort of summoning is frowned upon. Humans who can command magic are few and far between, and bringing demons into the world is not something elves are allowed to do. Technically speaking, I'm not really sure if it's legal for master to be doing things like this either.
Even if elves were allowed, most couldn't. Strangely enough, humans who can use magic tend to have greater aptitude than your average elf. I consider myself fairly skilled, and master is already on the verge of surpassing my abilities. My old mistress was the same way.
Searches for information succubi, their weaknesses, how to banish them, these all dry up fairly quick. Not that I'd just banish her without master's permission, but it never hurts to be prepared.
Before I even realize it, these searches for information quickly turn to searches for images and video. There are a few of those. One has to sift through all the ones of people cosplaying as succubi, of course, and there are even more of those. The difference is unmistakable, though. The videos with genuine demons have a specific intensity to them.
It's hard to look away. I know master didn't get me a computer for such lewd things, but what can I say? We can't always be proper, and I don't think he'd mind. Plus, I'm still a horny mess from earlier.
My fingers idly slide between my legs and rub against the hard barrier separating my pussy from the rest of the world. I feel nothing, of course, but it's still a habit that doesn't go away, and it's somehow comforting to stroke across the ceramic-like material.
That material is how we ended up how we are, in this place. Elves don't do good with iron, you see. Or steel, since it's still mostly iron. Of course, it's everywhere in the human world, but we're usually okay unless there's a chunk of it wrapped around our bodies. Like say, with a belt. There's other metals that don't bother us or interrupt our magic. Copper, bronze, aluminum. But of course they have their limitations. For generations before being brought into the wonder of the human world, my people would make a material to overcome this limitation.
There's not a good translation for it. "Opaque, unshattering spirit glass that bends with the will of nature and is strong like iron but not iron" would be close, but obviously, that doesn't work well in English. Most humans call it "fay-iron" or "elf-iron". It's similar in texture to the kinds of hi-tech ceramics that humans sometimes use in kitchen knives. Stronger, though, and can be made more flexible. We made it with magic, and had no analogous means of making it without magic.
