In Which an Elven Servant...

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

Chapter 6

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I tap on the door, "I know hell doesn't really run on a schedule or anything, but 2:30 is late even for you, Lucy. Are you getting up?"

I'm met only with muffled, dismissive groaning.

I knock harder, "Did you hear me? Are you getting up?"

Something unintelligible, but grouchy.

I look both ways down the hall to see if master is nearby, "Come on, hell-slut, this is getting absurd."

More lethargic muttering. Okay, something's wrong, that should have gotten a response. I'm going in.

There's a mountain of bundled sheets on the bed, with a slender tail sticking out the side. Tempting fate, I reach down and grab the tail, giving it a gentle tug, "Hey, you alright?"

"...uhh, I... leemeelone. I'mseep," she mumbles from under the comforter.

I pull back the sheets to reveal her curled up in a ball, looking unusually pathetic, and even more strange, not the least bit smug. I put the back of my hand against her forehead, and she's... cold? Cool, at least. She usually runs quite a bit hotter than us folk on earth. Is this the demon equivalent of a fever?

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"Thing is, I'm not sure if that's... well, a thing. Demons getting sick, I mean," master says as we browse through his library.

He came down personally to see her, but was at just as much of a loss as I was. So here we are, going through the few books that cover demons to find out exactly what could be wrong with her.

An afternoon alone with master for once. Getting sick is the nicest thing she's done for me.

"Most of what I can find suggests that our diseases don't effect them, but everything has a qualifier. They can't do this, but... they aren't like this, except when..." he sighs, flipping through pages, "It's maddening, but I suppose that's hell for you."

I scootch over next to him and peer into his book, "From what I can tell, chaos is the biggest norm for demons. They seem inconsistent with their very nature. Their forms vary all over the place, some are like humans, some wildly different. Some just look like humans, others actually function like them."

He gives me a smile and ruffles my hair. Instantly, I melt against his shoulder.

"There is something..." he grabs a previously viewed book and starts flipping through it, "about some succubi and how they react to withdrawal from sexual activities. Which would certainly apply to how I've interacted with her. But most of it was about their behavior changing. Maybe we're looking at this wrong, and it's not a case of her having a physical problem."

"You think she's faking?" I ask, trying not to giggle.

"I wouldn't put it past her. She is a demon, and deceit and manipulation are in her nature," he ponders out loud, it's refreshing to hear that he's completely aware of her nature, "But it could also be a case of her acting out behavior without realizing it. Or maybe her body just reacts to it. But if she is faking it, then her behavior should change if she's offered what she wants," he leans in and kisses my forehead, "So it should be easy to find out."

"Lucy..." master tries to gently coax her out from under the covers, "Wake up-wake up-wake up..."

He's being more patient and playful with her than I would.

"Iontwanna," she mumbles.

"Lucy!" he gets some command in his voice, though his playful expression doesn't change, "I said it's time to get up. Wasn't a question."

She just responds with an annoyed groan.

Master reaches down and grabs the tip of her tail that hangs down the side of the bed, and brings it to his lips. She doesn't seem to notice until he puts the very tip into his mouth, closing his lips over it. I can see from the movements of his jaw that he's swirling his tongue around it. Never thought I'd wish I had a tail.

The reaction is immediate. Her tail whips like a lightning bolt went through it, down to her body where her whole body seems to jolt under the covers. The tail pulls under them and her eyes peek out, looking pouty and grumpy.

"Stop teasing me!" she shouts, from underneath, sounding hurt and tired.

"But we're here to play with you, don't you want to?" master asks in a soothing tone.

"No," she says curtly, retreating back underneath, "You don't let me have any fun. I get all frustrated and achy."

"Guess we'll just have fun without you," master says, turning to me, an arm wrapping around my waist, and one around the back of my neck.

He firmly presses his lips to mine for the first time and slides his fingers up into my hair. It's good that he holds me so tight, because my knees instantly turn to jelly just as fast as my pussy turns to a lake.

I let out a moan against his mouth as his tongue dives past my lips, my whole body trembles and my fingers cling to his body. This. More of this. Do whatever you want, master.

I don't even notice at first when I start grinding my crotch against him, like a needy little slut. Which of course, right now, I guess I am. I don't even feel anything through the belt, but my hips take over all the same.

I gasp when his lips part from mine, I don't think I remembered to breath the whole time. I'm out of air and my heart is pounding.

"That good?" he says to me, with a smile as he grabs my ass, drawing attention to my still gyrating hips. I'm sure I'd blush if I wasn't already completely flushed. It takes all my willpower to stop my hips and regain my composure.

Once I do, he begins unbuttoning my blouse, and slides a hand within, taking one of my nipples in his fingers. Three or so seconds and composure is gone again.

My pathetic whimpering and mewling as master plays with my nipples is interrupted by the sound of a shock and an irritated grumble.

The jealous demon eyes are peering out from under the comforter again. Sounds like someone tried to touch the barrier again.

"Change your mind, Lucy?" master asks as he tweaks one of my nipples especially hard, earning him a sharp gasp and more desperate clinging.

She pulls her covers back, but struggles to sit up. She looks ill, tired, and weak. And somehow makes it look hot.

"I want some attention," she says, grumpily.

"Well then come get it," master says playfully, casually pulling me further from the bed with him.

She whines like a spoiled child and throws her face into the pillow.

"I suppose you need some more motivation, then," master tells her, and I hear a few clicks. My slides off and my chastity belt falls to the floor.

My pulse begins racing but I try to calm down. He's taken it off like this before, and it didn't mean what I thought it would.

But it might!

"Do you want some of this?" master asks her, his fingers reaching down and spreading my pussy open for her to see.

Having my body offered to a demon by my master... 'lewd' doesn't even begin to cover it.

She peers over, face still have smooshed into the pillow, and she slowly nods.

"I'll make you a deal. If you can get up and walk over here to get it, I'll let you lick my little elf's pussy. Then I'll let you suck my cock. Then I'll lay you down and fuck your pussy, and I'll have Lorelei lick your clit the whole time. I'll even let you cum all over my cock. Does that sounds good?" his offer is so arousing that I almost don't realize that he's suggesting to do what I promised I wouldn't let happen.

Master, no! You can't do that! Your very honor is at stake!

Of course I don't say that, I don't think I could get the words out, even if I wanted to.

She struggles to move from the bed, not quite standing, but sort of tumbling to her hands and knees.

"That's not walking, Lucy. I was quite specific."

Master turns me around to face away from him and roughly grabs me by the back of the neck and bends me forward over the desk in the room.

"You'd better hurry, my patience is limited. If you don't get here soon, I'll have to give Lorelei all the attention I said you'd get, and you'll have to do without," I hear his zipper open and my heart skips a beat.

She struggles to get to her feet, but stumbles back down. I'd almost feel sorry for her if this wasn't basically war.

Then I feel it, the hot, thick head of his beautiful cock pressing against the folds of my pussy. I instinctively arch my back and push my rear up, like a bitch in heat. I don't even care how obscene I look. This is it! My pussy clenches in anticipation, little drips of my wetness sliding down my thighs.

His eyes are on her, I'm sure, but his cock is on me, and that's what's important. I can feel him slide the warm head of his member against my entrance. That's it master, just one quick thrust of your hips. I'm all yours for the taking. Please let me make you cum!

She tries to get up a final time, but fails. She tries crawling forward, but also fails at that, finally collapsing completely to the floor.

"I can't do it," she groans in despair, "Please stop tormenting me. Just send me back to hell, it'll be easier than this," she says, her face pressed into the carpet.

I can feel the throbbing of his pulse through the head of his cock, and I clench my fingers against the sides of the desk in anticipation. And then...

Nothing. He pulls away.

"Lorelei, I don't think she's faking," is all he says. So casually. Like he wasn't about to finally conquer me. Like he wasn't about to devastate my pussy.

I hear his fly zip up, and it takes all my energy not to scream. I don't know who's more in despair, me or Lucy.

"Meet me back in the library. Now that we know it isn't just a ruse to get sexual attention, we can work on a proper solution," he turns and walks to the door, leaving me bent over the desk, thighs quivering, "Get Lucy back into bed before you go, will you?"

"Oh," he stops in the doorway, "And don't forget to put your belt back on."

I stand there, looking at my belt for a moment. It would be easy to finish myself off real quick, I'm right on the edge as it is. I look at my soaking, swollen pussy, and then at my belt, and back again.

And then I slide it back on, and lock it.