In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home
Chapter 25
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The one catgirl keeps staring at me with this wide eyed expression while I mix drinks. It doesn't bother me, but it's the kind of thing where, if she wasn't so cute, it would be super creepy. It's flattering, but a little weird. I'm not used to being an object of affection that way, I'm more comfortable being on the other end.
There's a certain admiration in the stare... I don't know if she considers me 'above' her somehow, the way I, as an elf, feel towards humans. I never really gave much thought to hierarchy beyond the relationship of humans and their lessers. Though I suppose I do consider elves inherently higher than some species. Just not the kind of species that anyone would want to touch without gloves, much less form an attraction to.
But of course, tonight isn't about me. I hope she knows that. She and her companion are here for Lucy, so she'll have to make do with me watching. Maybe if Master is pleased with her, he'll allow her and I to... Like I said, this isn't about me!
I hand glasses to their requested owners, and find a comfortable spot on the couch beside Miss Clara. To my surprise, Lydia sits on the other side of me, wedging me rather tightly between the two human women. And, because of the height difference in our species, it leaves me with breasts beside my face on either side. While not absurdly large, neither of them are what you'd call small in the chest, at least compared to me. Tits and catgirls and a firm hand. I'm so proud of you, Master.
Speak of the devil - meaning Master, not Lucy - he comes over to join us on Clara's other side. That is, until Lydia quite deftly catches his hand in passing. I jump a little, and not just because this nearly shoves one of her breasts in my face; I naturally get a little on edge when people get grabby with my Master. But I calm and remind myself that it's a human woman, and our guest.
"Oh no you don't," Lydia giggles a little, pulling him back towards her, "I was promised some attention for my part in this."
He stumbles back a little as he land on the couch, nearly on top of her, "I don't remember anything like that."
"I... may have made certain... assurances about you and specific anatomical..." Clara trails off, purposefully avoiding eye contact, "Look, don't worry about it, let's just have a good time. Yuki, Yuri, I think Lucy is in need of your attention."
Master beckons her over and Lucy slowly drags herself in front of him, with the most apprehensive expression I've witnessed on her. Not only that, but said expression is, if I'm not completely mistaken, utterly devoid of any hint of smugness. Didn't think I'd live to see the day.
Without a word, he reaches out to enter the code into her belt, which then drops to the ground. There's a few little gasps from the womenfolk (though not including myself) as Master reveals his little demon's little demon. She doesn't immediately reach for her pussy, which I half expected. I don't know if it's because the wards are still in place and she's actually learning, or because she's uninterested because of the situation. Considering that she's wet already (no surprise, really), I'm left to assume it's the former. So, good for her, in that case.
"You do like to keep them locked up, does it work?" Lydia asks, reaching down to tap between my legs, as if testing the strength of my belt.
I jump a little in surprise at the boldness, but quickly regain my composure. If Master's lovely guest wants to reach there, that's fine with me so long as it's fine with him.
"With Lorelei, it's more of a formality," Master explains as she leans against his shoulder, "She knows well enough to-"
Miss Clara clears her throat loudly, followed by a chuckle, her arm going around my shoulder and squeezing me to her.