In Which An Elven Servant Ch 05

In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home

Chapter 5

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I don't get human mating rituals. Granted, I don't really have much experience with elven mating rituals, either, because that would require me to be courted by an elf boy, and that doesn't interest me. Maybe it was simpler when humans were less advanced. But I can't even get a straight answer out of other humans. It's like they don't know either. It's all a confusing mess.

I don't know how I'm going to find a proper woman for master. Dating sites are weird. Half of them are liars or bots, and most of the rest aren't good enough for master or don't respond to me. Maybe my standards are too high?

No, it's the women who are wrong.

I wish acquiring a girlfriend was more like acquiring an elf. If I could just purchase one for master, this would be so much easier.

I suppose there's the option of meeting women in real life, but I don't know if I have the nerve to approach human women like that. Besides, where would I find the time? I already have all my duties making sure master is well taken care of, without having to be vigilant of that marauding hellspawn.

Speaking of which, I should check up on her. I make sure I know where she is and what she's up to at least once every hour. It's not like I'm following or spying on her, per se, it's just that... you know what? She's a literal sex monster out to stain my master's purity and innocence, I don't need to justify myself.

She isn't hard to find. I can smell her pussy from halfway across the house. I realize I'm probably not one to judge. Being in chastity all the time around master means I don't exactly have the scent of a pure maiden, myself. If I ever went back to my village, the elders would likely have me condemned as a feral, human obsessed slut. Whatever. Guilty.

But I've got nothing on the demon. If I didn't know better, I'd think she rubbed herself on every piece of furniture in the house. The barriers master put up would probably stop that, though. I think.

Note to self: Clean everything.

I find her with master. This is why I follow her. They're downstairs talking and conceal myself as best I can at the top of the stairs. No need to intrude just yet. I just perk my ears and peek around the corner.

Her body language is different. Less confident. I'd almost say more submissive. Maybe she's finally learning her place? But surely such a strong, powerful demon that takes what she wants would never be cowed so easily! Feel the indomitable will of humanity, bitch.

"Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!" she shouts at master, more of a demand than a request.

"No," he replies in the most mockingly nonchalant way that is probably possible.

"You can't keep doing this! Why did you even summon me if you aren't going to make use of me?!" Not completely in love with her tone, to be honest.

"But I am making use of you. Right now. I summoned you for sexual satisfaction, just like we agreed. And denying you pleasure brings me immense satisfaction," I love it when he's so in control. If he were talking to any other woman, I'd love to see him bender her over right there and make her his.

She screams through closed lips and paces around in a circle with clenched fists, "At least take the barrier off! I'll behave, I promise!"

"I thought demons were supposed to be excellent liars?"

Another muffled scream and more pacing. She must be awfully pent up. I can relate, but it's also been barely a week. I'll start feeling sorry for her when she's spent years without release.

"Okay, okay. I suppose it is a little redundant. Here," he steps over to her and she stops pacing. He presses his fingers to her chest and there's a quick flash, followed by an excited look on her face.

Predictably, her fingers reach straight between her legs, only to be sharply repelled by the barrier. That confused, outraged expression. Priceless.

"What the fuck is this?!" she shouts. Watch your language around master, you insolent hoof-bitch.

"I lifted the spell keeping your body from reaching orgasm," he states, so calmly, "Like I said, it's a bit redundant to keep your body in check when the barrier keeps you from touching anyways."

I have to cover my mouth to muffle my giggling. I know I said the previous expression was priceless, but this one of dumbfounded outrage really beats it. No scream this time, no stomping around like a child, just a complete loss for words. The silence is beautiful.

The silence is broken with a whimper that can almost be described as cute.

"Tell you what, since you're so desperate, and you demons love your little deals, we'll play a little game to see if you get some relief, okay?" master tells her.

Of course, it isn't a choice, the whimper came from his placing his hand between her legs. I can't say I approve of him touching her there, when he could be touching other, more deserving, possibly more elvish women, but I do like the way he just reaches out and grabs her like he owns her. Because he does, of course.

He reaches into his pocket with his free hand and pulls out his phone. Still casually teasing her pussy, he runs his thumb over the screen for a few moments. She's already trying to grind on his fingers.

"I'll give you say... two minutes? Yes, I think two minutes is fair. If you can cum in two minutes, I'll lift the spell for the next week, and you get to cum as much as you want in that time," he explains, and you can see the gears turning in her head, "But if you can't, then the next... we'll say the next three orgasms that I allow you, I will ruin. Sound fair?"

"Um, I..." she clenches her teeth and lets out a sharp gasp as his fingers press over her clit, "Yes, please, I accept! Just touch me, please!"

And with that, he hits the start button on his phone's timer, and two of his fingers slam home, moisture spilling own down her legs as he starts to thrust them in and out of her. I can't say I really approve of him tainting his fingers with her degenerate pussy, when he's never even done this to me. Or a human woman, more importantly! But still, my little elf pussy would be preferable to this. I speak strictly in terms of his virtue. Of course.

Even so, I can't deny it's a sexy thing to watch. She gets awfully wet, and she drips everywhere. If she were a less objectionable woman, I'd be running to the kitchen to get a glass of water, lest she get dehydrated. As it is, I'm just silently begging master to get rougher. Put her in her place.

But, of course, she loves it. He barely has to move his fingers, really, she humps on them like the wild animal in heat that she is. It's a truly obscene display. And a hot one. Can't deny that. Dear earth mother is it hot.

Thirty seconds.

I can't help but start touching myself. I can't really touch myself in the way that I'd like, obviously, but that doesn't stop my fingers from rubbing over the chastity belt. And they move their way up under my shirt and find my nipples, hard enough to cut glass.

I kneel there at the top of the stairs, rubbing and tweaking my nipples while I watch. Some women can cum from nipple stimulation. I can't. I've tried. It's for the best, I don't need that temptation to disobey master by doing something absurd like cumming from my own fingers. Still, it feels good to play with them while I watch master enjoy himself.

One minute.

He says he's a virgin, but I actually don't know the extent of his experience. I took it to mean he hadn't done anything at all, but I suppose it could just mean he's never penetrated a woman before. I wonder, because his fingers look more magical right now than when they're doing actual magic. Maybe he's done this before? The way she writes on his fingers certainly gives the impression that he knows what he's doing. But then again, getting a succubus all hot and bothered doesn't exactly require a lot of work. The motion of his fingers looks like it feels great, but then again, I'm also a horny elf who desperately wants his cock. So biases abound.

She's really getting into it. I mean, even more so than before. I'd accuse her of faking it if I didn't know the circumstances. His hand and forearm are soaked with her fluids. She tightly clings to his shoulder to maintain balance as she madly humps his fingers, moaning like the whore she is. Watching this somehow feels even more lewd than when he had me finger myself in front of them the other day.

She's almost there, I can see it in the way she tenses. Should've given her less time, master.

One minute, thirty seconds.

Then, it happens. She reaches the precipice, her hips pumping and her chest heaving, master braces her with his free hand, and pulls his fingers from her at once. I'm not sure I've ever heard a gasp make an echo before.

Eyes like dinner plates, "W-w-what are you... keep going! I still have time!" she shrieks, her hips frantically pumping in the air.

"You absolutely do. I said two minutes and I meant it," he explains, sliding the sticky fluid that soaks his hands between his fingertips, "I also said absolutely nothing about facilitating your orgasm. That was just a kindness of mine. And now I'm done."

I giggle a little and almost blow my cover. You're funny, master.

He picks up his phone with his clean hand, "You still have fifteen seconds. Better hurry."

That panic in her eyes is intense as she reaches down, only to be blocked by the barrier. She tries to rub up against master, but he casually steps back. Frantically, she moves to the nearest couch tries to hump against the arm rest, only to find that the barrier keeps her pussy just out of reach of the surface. Still, she desperately humps against nothing, clinging to the fabric, knuckles turning white as she whimpers and whines, tears spilling from her eyes. Even if she could get any sensation, I'm sure the moment has passed.

"Aaand, that's time, Lucy. Sorry. Maybe better luck in the future," he says, turning off the clock on his phone.

She collapses to the floor on her knees and looks up to him, eyes wet and her lip quivering. I almost feel sorry for her. Almost.

"That isn't fair!" she exclaims.

"Fair? Not a very demonic thing to say, is it? Besides, you knew the conditions. Did I lie to you?"

She just crosses her arms in a huff.

"On the bright side, while I'll be sure to remember and ruin your next three orgasms, as promised, they probably won't be for awhile, so you don't need to worry about that now," he says, managing to actually make it sound like a positive.

She just stares ahead for awhile, before pulling herself off the floor and wandering off to sulk.

Beautiful and terrifying. Not sure whether it's she or I that's more horny right now.

I get up to sneak away and get back to my duties, but don't make it more than a step.

"Lorelei," master calls out to me, without raising his voice, clearly speaking to someone he knows is in earshot.

I sheepishly poke my head around the corner, expecting to be scolded for my spying, but am only greeted with a smile, "Be a dear, and get the mop. I seem to have made a mess over here," he commands me, "And a towel."

I obediently nod my head, "Yes, master."