In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home
Chapter 30
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"So? What do you think?" Miss Clara stands behind me, hands on my shoulder, showing me off like a new toy in the 'uniform' she got me.
Master looks up from his chair where he'd been dozing, and gives a slow blink. Clara had told him about the surprise, but then took forever making sure I was just right before showing me off. Seems he took the opportunity to drift back to sleep.
"That's certainly a thing," he remarks with understatement in his voice. He slowly looks me up and down, the inspection giving me goosebumps.
"Lorelei, your clothes are missing fabric in a few key places that clothes usually cover," he says, dryly.
"Oh stop. Admit it looks sexy, already? Poor Lorelei is waiting for it," Clara tells him.
"Lorelei is? Or you are?" he chuckles, getting up from his seat.
"A little of both," she takes me and gently spins me around to give Master a full view of my outfit, gaps over my crotch and ass included.
"How did she get you into something so lewd?" he asks, looking at me directly, "Doesn't seem like something you'd go for."
I blush and avert my eyes, "I, um..."
"Ah, strongarmed. Got it," he snaps his fingers and points at me.
"That's such a coarse way of putting it. I used a very gentle arm, I'll have you know," Clara tries to defend herself. I'm staying out of it.
"I'm noticing a piece missing. You sure like sneaking her out of that thing," he says peering downwards with judging eyes. Big, beautiful, blue, judging eyes.
"It's not sneaking if you give me the key, dear," Clara waves her hand, dismissively, "Besides, what's the worst that could happen? Lorelei can manage her urges. She's not some wild little elf that's going to hump every piece of furniture and never get her chores done. There's no harm in letting her poor, neglected little pussy breathe, now and then."
Rubbing in how unused it is doesn't help with her other claims that I won't go wild with urges. I'm suddenly quite keenly aware of how exposed I am. This gets much worse when she spins me around to face my rear to him, and bends me over. She grabs my rear and spreads it a bit so that he can clearly see my, er, openings.
"I think I'd be more worried at the lack of protection that the chastity belt affords her against Lucy," his fingers find the lips of my pussy and very gently run over their edges, sending shivers through me, "You're kind of sentencing her to infernal molestation, aren't you?"
"Well, you know, Lucy can't get her fingers in Lorelei if she's already stuffed," Clara adds. A compelling argument, I must say.
But, Master also makes a good point. I don't know why, but I hadn't really considered that being exposed for Master makes me exposed to Lucy, too. Something I really, really should be more aware of, considering that she routinely takes advantage of every vulnerability possible. This is why elves need our humans.
"I think you're underestimating our dear Lucy's ingenuity," Master says, "But it's okay. We can leave Lorelei exposed in her new... uniform, for awhile. No real harm in it. Though I'm starting to think you're picking on her. I notice you aren't putting your own elf in such a costume."
"That is a bold assumption, my love," Clara laughs, "I just have to find one in his size. And without the boob windows, because that'd be silly on him. In any case, I'm glad you agree, because I've already hidden her chastity belt."
I barely stifle a giggle at the thought of poor Piper put in a crotchless maid uniform. I am concerned with the hiding the belt part. Weird as it sounds, I feel naked without it. Second thought, that isn't weird, because I am naked without it.
"Speaking of being bold!" Master declares, "That was presumptuous. Also naive. I have spares."
"That would be cheating. Don't be a spoilsport. In any case," Clara pulls out her phone and checks it, "I need to be going. You two have fun!"
She kisses Master and rubs my head before departing without another word. I sigh in relief. I do love Miss Clara, but it is nice to be left with Master, where I know I'll only be tormented in normal, wholesome ways befitting an elf.
Master doesn't pounce on me the way Clara and I might have desired, but I definitely have taken his attention with the new outfit. After taking a few minutes to admire and inspect, he lets me go about my business. There's a look in his eye that I've come to know, when something hasn't left his thoughts. I admit, it makes me a bit gleeful.
The lurking horror of busy fingers that waits upstairs hasn't left my own thoughts, however. I actually haven't seen Lucy since I got home. Actually not that unusual; we went out early, so only just past noon when we returned. Lucy's first sin is always lust, but thank the Earth Mother that sloth is a close second.
Master must have picked up on this anxiety, because he uses it to tease me - one of his favorite past times if that hasn't become clear. I nearly drop a bunch of plates when I feel his hands on my rear. Normally, one doesn't just sneak up on an elf, but he took advantage of my doing the dishes to get the best of me. The white noise from the running water makes it harder to hear. At least I think it was intentional. I do sometimes find myself ascribing cleverness to Master when it makes up for me being unobservant.
I almost lose my balance as I bolt up in surprise from where I'm perched. Miss Clara can joke about getting a step stool so Master can bend me over easier, but the joke's on her, because I already have one. I can reach the counter just fine, though it could be lower, but cabinets are harder. And as demonstrated right now, it makes doing dishes easier.
Master catches me before I can fall, and steadies me back on my feet, "Didn't scare you, did I?"
"No, of course not," I lie, but then he's pretending that he didn't mean to do just that.
"You seem to be getting along with Clara awfully well," his hands idly rub my rear.
"Well I was the one trying to get you with a proper woman, so it would be silly if I didn't make my best efforts to make her feel happy and welcomed," I smile back at him, "But yes, we've become friends."
"Good," he rests his head on my shoulder, something usually impossible given our height difference, "She's not being too pushy with you, is she? I know some women like to play dress up with their elves, but they don't usually start with crotchless dresses, you know? I just want to make sure you're comfortable with all this. That's important to me, Lorelei."
I blush a little, smiling at hearing his concern for me, "Nothing to worry about, Mas-" I lean back against him, stiffening a little when I feel the hard bulging in his pants, "...Master."
His arms coil around my waist, and I crane my neck to look him in the eye as best as I can, "Did you, um, need my assistance with something, Master?" I say, a little more breathily than I intended.
"I wouldn't want to get in the way of your chores, Lorelei," he says, as if that could ever be more important.
"Oh no, I'm just finishing up here, really," I reply, a little too quickly and excitedly. Smooth.
He leans forward, pressing his clothed erection against my rear. My hands cling to the side of the counter, and I don't quite manage to conceal a little whimper at the feeling. His finger find their way upwards to gently tease my now erect nipples. On instinct, I lean forward to give him better access, if that's what he wants.
"We really haven't had enough time alone together, have we?" he says, more a statement than a question.
"No," I squeak as he kills me with tension.
"Tell you what. Finish with this, then get me a drink? I'll be in my office," he kisses my cheek and releases me, leaving me on wobbly knees. I hurry as fast as I can, noting that the entire kitchen smells like... well, me, now. That's the sort of thing that precedes Lucy ruining a moment.
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