In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home
Chapter 24
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The next week sees a lot of complaints from Lucy about the belt. To me, of all people. I suppose I get that she doesn't really have anyone else to complain to, because Master made it rather clear from the outset that giving him grief about belting her was going to make things worse, not better. But as you might expect, these gripes fall on deaf ears. Welcome to my world, bitch.
It's mostly hot air, anyways. This didn't change much from her, except that trying to coerce me into breaking the rules for her was going to be completely in vain. Which was usually true already. Still, she was bound and determined to make her displeasure as well known as possible. Lucy is a bit of a drama queen like that, as should surprise absolutely no one.
On the plus side, Miss Clara (and no superfluous elves) comes over most every day. Some days she spends the night, some times they go out, and some times she just pops in mid-day for a visit. If Master isn't in, it falls to me to, um, entertain her. Typical elf stuff, you know. She takes full advantage. She isn't so interested in Lucy, though. Or rather, she isn't so interested in actually making any physical use of Lucy. She does make very certain that Lucy is aware when she's arrived, and is present when she asks me to do anything. So in that sense, I suppose she's very interested in Lucy.
She wears that key all the time, too. Master made her one the day after she asked, and it's always on a chain around her neck, just dangling between her breasts, or idly dancing in her fingers while she talks to me, the way one might play with their hair.
I'm not really sure why, since there's a combination, too, which she also has. And she's only unlocked me once, very briefly. She put her fingers up into me for a few moments and told me what a wet little elf I was, before locking me back up and going about her business. Something that I couldn't get out of my head for the rest of the day.
She's over again tonight, but more company coming. Some friends of hers that she wants Master to meet, supposedly. But something's up about it, and I have to say, I'm excited. Lucy, in all her complaining, may or may not forgotten about Master and Clara having a plan for her punishment, but I haven't, and I'm certain they haven't either. I don't quite know what they're planning, but I can't help but feel a little shadenfreude at the prospect, after her reaction to me getting whipped.
It's an informal, later evening drinks sort of thing. Miss Clara arrives early, which doesn't surprise me, given how often she is around Master lately. Neither of them talk much about her friends coming over. Lucy either doesn't find this suspicious, or is hiding it well. With everything I know about her, I'm guessing the former.
When they finally ring the bell and I answer the door, I'm quite surprised by an actually familiar face. A bookish blonde woman with glasses and hair tied back into a bun. 'Bookish' being the most appropriate term here - it's the librarian that Lucy brought me to, only to swiftly drag me away from.
"Well hello there," she says, tilting her head, "Aren't you one of the elves that was trying to-"
"Yes!" I proclaim, my cheeks reddening at the fact that she remembered me, "I'm Lorelei. You must be Miss Clara's friend. Please, come in," I stand to the side for her to enter.
"Pleased to meet you again, Lorelei. I'm Lydia, and these are my girls," she turns to the side as she enters, and two faces pop out from behind her. They're youthful and female, with asiatic features, and most notably, pointy feline ears sitting on their heads. I barely manage to stifle a laugh when I realize what Miss Clara planned for Lucy.
"You made it!" Clara says as she and Master appear behind me.
She steps over to Lydia and they exchange a hug and a kiss that seems a little more familiar than what I'd expect from women who are just friends. Not that I'm complaining. It is nice to watch.
