In Which an Elven Servant...

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

Chapter 21

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Their lips finally part, and Clara sighs pleasantly and rests her head on Master's chest. She closes her eyes and hums softly to no particular tune, while her fingers lightly feel around his shoulders.

"You're... not under the impression that we're done, are you?" Master asks her, noting her overly relaxed demeanor. I'm glad he said it! As pretty as Miss Clara looks, laying there like a satisfied cat, no one's even brought out Master's cock yet. Clearly we aren't finished.

She snickers playfully and rests her chin on his chest, looking up at him, "Oh, was there something you wanted from me?"

"Act coy all you want, your position makes it impossible for you to pretend you don't know," Master snickers back, pointing a finger and touching the tip of her nose with it, "If you want to play hard to get, I think you'll find there's others on this very bed who are more than willing to take over your role."

I restrain myself from volunteering.

"Mmm, going to make your elf into your girlfriend? Or the demon? I didn't know you were such a deviant," she jokes with him, and I blush hotly.

"You absolutely did know that" he remarks, and they laugh together.

"Maybe I had an inkling," she grins widely, reaching a hand underneath herself to do what can only be the unfastening of Master's pants.

"Are you going to...?" I realize too late that I've said it out loud.

"I was considering it," Clara looks at me, while visibly pulling Master's cock from his pants. I have to remind myself to breath while I watch her fingers dance on it.

"Was there some reason I shouldn't?" she asks, her hand opening.

"No!" three voices of lesser species say, almost in unison.

"That sounds like a unanimous vote, Clara, looks like there's no turning back," Master shrugs, displaying that it is clearly out of his hands. I'm glad that he recognizes the inevitability.

She slides down his body, and promptly runs her tongue up the length of his shaft. Master makes the cutest moans. I remind myself to breathe again.

She kisses the head of his cock slowly, while looking directly into my eyes, "I think I'm going to need some help, here. Lorelei, Lucy, would you be dears and get him started for me?" she asks in a sly tone.

I think she'll have no trouble handling Master's cock, but I am far from rejecting her request. I'm actually moving before she finishes speaking.

"You too, Piper," she follows up with.

His eyes are like dinner plates, "M-me? You're... you don't mean that you want me to..."

"No, no, sweetie," she waves her hand as she pulls back from Master a little. He sighs in relief.

"But I want you to watch. Some males would have a certain expertise, from being on the receiving end. Since elf boys don't get that expertise, I want you to learn from the girls," she explains, "So that you can know what you're doing in the future."

The dinner plate eyes return, and he looks a little pale. What kind of elf balks at the prospect of serving such a beautiful human male? He's almost a species traitor, if I'm honest. But I can't be bothered with that right now. I press my lips to the head of Master's cock and slowly open them, starting to ease downwards as I lock eyes with him.

And then I'm abruptly shoved aside, and I'm greeted by the image of Lucy opening wide and sinking her lips all the way down to the hilt of his cock, like it's nothing, and starting to work back and forth. That it looks like it feels amazing for Master doesn't change the fact that she ruined the moment, and is a total bitch.

"Now, Lucy, you're going to have to learn how to share," Clara tightly grabs a handful of hair from the back of Lucy's head, and forcefully pulls her back from his cock, leaving it glistening with moisture while the position makes her gasp for air, "You act like that cock belongs to you. In truth, you belong to it. Lorelei, could you take over?"

"Mmfkay," I mumble out, my lips already around the head.

Once again, I struggle to fit him into my mouth. I fare a little better than last time, but my little elf mouth is poorly equipped to service a human, as much as I hate to admit it. How exactly did he fit this thing in my ass without killing me?

"That's it, just do your best, dear," Clara says, giggling as I struggle. It's a little patronizing, but coming from a beautiful human, that's okay.

Lucy is, naturally, just glaring like she's plotting revenge, while she's held like a captive. I'm glad to know Miss Clara will be firm with her, though I hope this doesn't come back to haunt me.

"Don't go too fast or suck too hard, Lorelei, I only need him ready, you aren't there to get him off," she corrects me. In truth, Master is quite prepared, and I suspect this is more about her showing her place above us as servants. But I'm not exactly one to complain about getting a chance to please Master, or being shown dominance by Clara.

"That'll be enough," she tells me, a hand lightly touching my collarbone and easing me back. She releases Lucy as well, promptly crawling past us.

She sits straddled over Master's stomach, leaning down to kiss him. His arms coil around her, moving down to grasp her rear. We're, all three of us, given of her drenched pussy sitting right beside his cock, standing like a stone. Is it really happening now? Part of me is tempted to just grab it and shove it into her right there. It would be easy.

Of course, I don't. That I considered it might mean I'm spending too much time around Lucy. Though, that she doesn't either might mean she's really learning her place. Or at least fears the repercussions enough. Piper doesn't do anything like that, but I've never known elf boys to have those kinds of balls. And I'm not even sure he wants this as much as he should. It must be hard living with a woman like Clara, knowing you'll never get to be inside this beautiful pussy. But there should be a vicarious joy in this. A proper elf, male or female, should be eager to see Master force his way into her, but some elves aren't proper, as much as I hate to admit it.

Miss Clara parts her lips from Master's and sits up on her knees, leaning back so that she's right over top of his hips. I take a deep breath, and hold it.

"Lorelei," she looks back at me, her loose hair covering part of her face, "be a dear and guide me in."

I release that breath and lean in gingerly spread her lovely pussy lips wide, then grasp Master's cock by the base and press the head to her opening. Strangely enough, Lucy isn't interfering. Her face is right next to mine, and her attention seems just as locked.

"O-" my voice cracks a little, "Okay," I manage to squeak out.

Immediately, her hips begin to sink down, and and his cock presses into her. I can hear them both moan as the head disappears inside of her. Little rivulets of her juices touch my hand as she presses her weight down on him, pushing the moisture out of her. I realize I'm squeezing the base of his cock terribly hard, my fingers starting to go white. He doesn't really need my hand there anymore, I should release it. But for some reason, my hand doesn't listen, and stays clamped where it is. Master doesn't seem to be complaining, however.

"Ohhh, my..." Miss Clara murmurs aloud, trailing off. At least, I think that was her. And not me. No, no, that was definitely her.

Warmth covers my clenched fist as she reaches it, her soaked pussy lips pressing against my hand. She turns back with a playful grin at me.

"It's okay, Lorelei, I've got him. I promise, I'll take good care of your Master," she says to me with a wink.

That was my signal to let go. Again, my hand doesn't quite get the message. Fortunately, in a rare move of helpfulness, Lucy reaches over and peels my fingers free from Master's cock. Clara sinks the rest of the way down in an instant and with a sharp little moan.

They seem to just sit there for a moment, enjoying being joined. Lucy takes the opportunity to start sucking on my wet fingers, which I don't bother fighting. My hand is free, but my eyes are still glued to where the two humans are joined. He's really inside of her.

Slowly, she lifts her hips, and I can see how wet Master's cock is with her fluids, before she slides back down. And again, and again. She gyrates her hips around as she slowly works over his shaft, leaving more of her wetness over him with each thrust.

Lucy has stopped the licking and sucking of my fingers, and is merely clasping my hand now. Each time Clara slams home, I squeeze her tightly, and she squeezes back.

It's such a tight fit. We rarely admit it, out of fear of being disrespectful, but we elves like to think of our pussies as being the tightest around. A good elf would never get in the way of her master being with a proper human woman, but it's still a point of pride to know what we can offer them. That our simple physiology is like it's made to bring pleasure to the human penis. But looking at Master overfill Miss Clara with his cock, I can't help but wonder if I really am any tighter than her.

I mean, that would be a good thing, right? It's not like it changes what I am to Master. Miss Clara is already my superior, as a human, so it's not like it would lower my value any. But I'm so curious.

Without really thinking about it, I reach between my legs with my free hand. Just to check. The belt is off, so it's a good time to do so. My fingers reach around my still soaking pussy and find my opening. I feel around it, and my finger even slips inside. I can't tell. I'm tight like an elf should be, and I haven't been used any time recently, so even better. But it's hard to tell. Especially since Master has Clara all stretched out now.

I may have to wait until Master decides to use my pussy. Then he can tell me. My finger slips in again, still wondering. And then again, but less about wondering.

Fuck. I am totally, completely masturbating. I'm not supposed to be, but I am. This isn't right. I'm a good elf, and I don't do this sort of thing without permission. And certainly not after Master just went down on me, of all things. I should be grateful and behave myself. I should be too sensitive for this to feel so good. I should stop. I really should.

But like before with Master's cock, I tell my hand to stop, but it keeps going.

And then, I'm caught. Not by Master or Clara, but by Lucy, which is almost worse. I get a little nip on my ear and turn to see her looking down at my very busy hand. Again, that should stop me, but it doesn't.

She just gives me a smug look and brings my other hand down to her own crotch. The barrier is supposed to stop her from touching herself, but it apparently doesn't work if she's using my hand.

My fingers seem to go off on their own and dive into her with the same enthusiasm as those in me. I shouldn't be fingering myself, and I -definitely- shouldn't be fingering Lucy. But I'm so completely lost to the sensations.

I hear a whimper from behind me, and tear my eyes away from my Master for long enough to see Piper avert his eyes from mine. Clearly, he can see us - me - fingering us, from behind. He looked a little uncomfortable. This is probably not a good time to be wearing that cage. Or to be an elf boy, in general. Seeing all three of these pussies that belong to Master, and are so wet for his human cock, and knowing that he won't get any; it must be hard. For a brief moment, I consider taking pity on the boy, and moving to at least give a better view for him. But the thought evaporates as my attention is sharply drawn back at the sound of Master's beautiful sounds.

Master has never been very loud, sexually. At least not from what I've seen. But Miss Clara seems to be forcing some of the most lovely sounds out of him. Louder than when I've gone down on him. Louder than when he fucked my ass. And his hips are really thrusting up into her. She must feel so good.

As long as I'm being a bad, impulsive elf, I might as well get into it. I push myself forward as best as I can with both of my hands busy, and promptly slide the length of my tongue up the length of Masters cock as Clara lifts up. I get an instant reaction from Master, as his hips buck sharply, but nothing to imply he's upset and my becoming involved without asking.

I keep my head low, trying to not disrupt anything, though it gets a little crowded when Lucy decides to join me. Together, we kiss and lick all over Master's cock and balls, cleaning his shaft of a new coat of Clara's wetness each time he draws out of her.

Lucy tries to force my hand harder against her pussy, as much as she can without getting her hands too close. I'm surprised she hasn't peaked yet. I'm almost there again, myself. I struggle with my own desires. I could easily go over the edge, and I want to, but... do I add insult to injury with something like that?

Unfortunately, my decision is made for me, as Master sits up and lifts Miss Clara, tossing her backwards onto the bed. She practically lands on Lucy, but I'm thrown a bit to the side in the commotion, my hands now free of anyone's genitals, and whatever release I was on the verge of, gone.

He kneels over her, his glistening cock poised like a weapon, and leans down to kiss her hard. Their lips lock, suckling and biting the soft flesh for a moment before he grabs her and flips her body over, leaving her face to face with Lucy beneath her. He lifts her hips up and slams inside of her from behind, forcing a beautiful gasp from her lips.

So much enthusiasm. She must feel so great inside. I start thinking again if she's tighter than me. The longer I think about it, the more I like the idea that she is. I don't know if it's true or not, but I love the idea that she can offer so much pleasure to Master. I've been accused of having a human fetish before, but I don't think that's fair. Of course I love humans, how could I not, when I see something like this?

She steadies herself on all fours and bucks back against Master as he roughly fucks her, as he... well let's just say it, dominates her. I didn't even expect Master to last this long with her, much less get so aggressive and powerful. He's really taking her and making her his. I am so incredibly proud of him right now.

She groans and gasps under him, grabbing a hold of Lucy and kissing her hard. The two embrace and Lucy almost looks submissive from this angle. They cling to each other, their lips parting as Master grabs a handful of Clara's hair and pulls on it, drawing her in harder with each thrust.

It's... quite a display. I find my fingers drifting downwards again, and I have to stifle them from taking advantage of my own body again. Instead, I quickly decide that I should attend to Master, to keep them busy.

I grab the nearest discarded garment, which appears to be my own blouse, and move to Master's side. Careful not to disrupt his rhythm or focus, I gently run the cloth over his chest, shoulders, and forehead, wiping away the sheen of sweat formed on his skin. His eye catches mine as I wipe him off, and he gives me a playful smile. I avert my eyes and blush, my heart fluttering at the idea that his thoughts went to me, if only for a second, while in the throes of passion.

Part of me wants to hold him close while he makes love, but now is not the time. His focus should be on her. Instead, I slink down behind him, my fingers reaching out and cupping his balls, gently rubbing them, as if coaxing them to empty their load into her.

From here, I get a perfect view of the penetration. The way he spreads her wide with each thrust and the way she drips all over him, her moisture falling down onto Lucy's own pussy. I make a mental note to get Miss Clara a glass of water after he's done with her, she might be getting dehydrated.

It seems like she's tamed Lucy, at least for the moment. The demon barely makes a sound that isn't a moan or a gasp, Miss Clara aggressively molesting her, something I can even make out from here.

And then it happens, I can hear it in her voice. The pitch of her moans gets higher and faster, and her body stiffens. Miss Clara cries out sharply and I can see the way her pussy clenches around Master, bucking wildly back on his cock, leaking her hot, creamy fluids all over him. I can only imagine what it's like to cum all over Master's cock like that.

And before I can recover from witnessing Miss Clara peak, Master does as well. He grabs her and uses her so roughly that I worry he'll hurt the woman. I can feel the muscles twitch and his balls seem to lift towards his body as he releases into her. The base of his cock throbs and I can almost see the fluid exiting his body into her's.

He nearly collapses when he finally subsides, leaning forward and off to the side as he hits the mattress, his chest rising and falling. Maybe not a good elf behavior, but I pounce him like a kitten, immediately going for his cock. Master doesn't scold me, though perhaps he's simply too tired to do so. I lovingly clean every inch of his shaft, balls, and everything around them, licking up Miss Clara's until he's completely clean.

My Master taken care of, I turn to his woman. Miss Clara is still laying with her rear mostly exposed, face to the mattress. I catch a drip of Master's seed flowing out of her, before it can get away. I press the lips of my mouth to those of her pussy and suck the hot cream from her body. She moans and whimpers, hips pushing back on my mouth as I clean her out.

When I finally finish, I collapse, myself, onto my back, cherishing the flavors still on my tongue.

That is, until I'm ambushed by the succubus. Lucy lays on top of me and stares me down with a knowing glance. I try to pretend I don't know what she wants, but there's no use, her eyes say it all. Knowing she does need it more than I, I relent. Her lips press firmly to mine and ease them open, fingers wrapping around my head to hold me in place as she sucks hard at my mouth. Reluctantly, I open wide and let her take what she wants, sucking the hot, mixed fluids from out of my lips. Our mouths part and I sigh while she swallows, looking like a satisfied cat before resting her head against my chest.