In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home
Chapter 10
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"Oh! It's not too hot is it?" I rush over as master sinks into the bath, just realizing I hadn't properly tested the water.
He sighs in relaxation, "No, no, it's perfect, Lorelei. Honestly, you fuss over me too much."
"Nonsense, that's my job," I assure him, pulling over my stool and grabbing my sponge.
He just smiles and leans his head against the back of the tub, closing his eyes.
"Tired?" I ask him, gently taking his arm closest to me, and beginning to slowly scrub over it.
"More mentally and emotionally, than physically. It might seem easy, but tormenting you poor girls can take a lot of focus," he teases.
I sit there for a moment, biting my lower lip as I debate myself on whether to ask.
"Did..." I clear my throat, "did it feel good?"
"Did what feel good?"
I squeeze out the sponge over his face, and he responds by sitting up sharply with a laugh.
"You know what I mean," honestly, always with the teasing.
"You were there," he says simply, leaning back and closing his eyes again, "I don't think I was really wearing a poker face."
I move to his other arm with the sponge, then across his neck and collarbone and down over his chest.
"I know. I was just curious. What it was like. I mean with her mouth and all," I force out my words. No going back now.
"Amazing," he tells me, "She's something else with her tongue. Of course, I don't exactly have a lot to compare it to, but still.
I stroke the sponge over his stomach and sides, then down his thigh. For some reason I'm nervous to clean him... there. Which is silly, I know. It wouldn't be the first time.
I swallow a little and work my hands between his legs, sliding over his cock and balls, gently washing what's left of her mouth off of him.
"Do you think you'll let me... Sometime? Maybe soon? I know she needs the... end result, but I could do things up until then. I'm not a succubus or anything, but I think I'd do a fairly good-"
"Lorelei?" he says, opening one eye at me.
"Master?"
"Are you..." he pauses to assess me, "Jealo-"
"No!" I answer far too quickly.
He gives me a loving smile and sits up a little, placing a wet hand on my cheek, "That's adorable, but it's completely unnecessary."
"I told you, I'm not jealous!" I protest, realizing I have my hand wrapped tighter around his cock, like it's going to be taken away from me.
"Is that a fact?" he says, glancing down to where my hand is. He's noticeably more swollen then a moment ago. I tell myself it's the touch and motion, and not because he likes teasing me and seeing me flustered.
"Would you just let me wash you?" I complain, my hand sliding up his shaft.
"This is washing? Is that some sort of double-meaning in elvish?" he snickers, and my ears turn bright red.
"I'm just trying to-" I get quieted with a finger to my lips. Then, in a quick, fluid motion, he grabs my wrist and pulls me close, reaching down under my thigh and lifting me up. Water splashes everywhere as he pulls me in with him. My clothes would be drenched if I'd had time to put any back on.
I'm left sitting with my back against his chest - and my rear against his cock - as both the water and my heart settles. His arms coil around my waist as he leans back.