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.
