In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home
Chapter 34
All told, it takes Master two whole days to fully recover from the, um, ritual. He spends most of it sleeping, but I make certain that he eats enough and stays hydrated the entire time. It frightens me to see him weakened so, at first. But once it becomes clear that he's going to be fine, and just needs some rest to recuperate, I find that I'm quite enjoying myself in watching over him and taking care of his every little need. Lucy may be able to make him cum harder than I ever could, and Clara may be able to be his partner, and give him human children, but no one can truly look after him like I can. I take the opportunity to feel closer to Master in a way that only an elf and her human can be.
Which includes guarding him from Lucy. Despite being soundly fucked into near unconsciousness, she seems hornier than ever, on top of seeming more focused on Master. I guess it makes sense, given that they're directly bound, now. I have to repeatedly tell her that Master cannot take care of her 'needs' yet, because he's still recovering. I think she's partly just badgering me so that she has an excuse to remind me that, in her words, her "pussy put him in a coma." This is neither an accurate representation of what happened, nor of Master's current condition, but explaining that to her is like talking to a wall.
Clara is much more understanding of the situation, which comes with not being a whore of Satan. Though, I guess now that Lucy is severed from hell, she's just a whore of Master. I'm going to have to revise all my idioms. Clara comes back several times to check on him, but thankfully leaves most of the obsessing over his condition to me.
Master himself, when he's awake, insists that he's fine, just tired. I'm not sure he has a clear memory of how much semen he pumped into the collective bodies of the assembled party, save myself and Piper, so I do have to remind him that it was many times what a normal human male should be expected to produce in such a short time frame. Infernal magic may have made him a wild beast for a short while, but he's still human, and the demands of such strenuous activity still took their toll. He doesn't really argue, he's far too tired for it.
It takes no shortage of time for Lucy to realize that, when Master removed all the wards keeping her from doing things like touching herself, he did not put them back in place. Master had explained, at some point when we were setting up for the ritual, that his control over her will be easier, and that the wards won't really be necessary, that he can merely restrict some aspects of her free will with simple orders, as opposed to putting specific spells on her. If that is the case, he hasn't done so, yet. This is a very roundabout way of saying that Lucy has been masturbating furiously, at all hours, in the most inappropriate places, and in situations where I swear she wants me to catch her. The whole house smells like pussy. Which would normally be an okay thing, if it were Master fucking women all over the house, but that it's just Lucy being self-indulgent makes it less appealing.
It also doesn't seem to diminish her libido. I'd hoped that her being able to satisfy herself would result in less 'incidents' (i.e. defending myself from fewer arbitrary sexual assaults), and that she'd just finger herself and fall asleep, but that doesn't seem to be the case. I swear she's more active than ever. I don't know if this is a side effect of her being bound to Master, or if I just don't understand demon biology.
"Lor-e-lei..." Lucy says, in a sing-song fashion, which is at odds with how she slams her hand to Master's door, and menacingly leans over me, as I exit his room.
"Yes, the door is locked, Lucy. No, I'm not opening it. No, I'm not telling you where the key is," I sigh at her, preempting another interrogation.
"But you were just in there, you must have the key on you," she leans in, pushing her tits towards my face.
"I will neither confirm, nor deny that," I state, defiantly.
"There's no pockets on that dress, sweetie," she observes, "Where could you be hiding it? There's a few possibilities that I can think of. Why don't we check?"
"Lucy, I really have things to-" I begin to walk away, but am met with a hand against my chest, which forcefully shoves me back against the door.
"Yes, you do have some things to do," she runs her tongue over her teeth.
I try to push her back, but I tend to forget that she's much stronger than she looks. That hasn't changed since the binding. Some things have. She doesn't seem nearly as afraid of cats or the catgirls as she did before. She even patted one of them on the head as they were leaving, the other night. Though, admittedly, she was still figuratively inhebriated. She did essentially confirm that an excess of sexual activity can put her in a tipsy sort of state. I didn't really get a straight answer about it, but that's what I could glean.
Master said that some of her behaviors could change, since she's no longer doing hell's bidding, but I haven't noticed much beyond little quirks like that cat thing. She's still some combination of lazy and horny most of the time, and seems most interested in satisfying her own urges. Apparently, if she was doing hell's bidding beforehand, she was either really bad at it, or it coincided with her own desires, which mostly revolve around fucking things.
"How many times a day do we need to do this?" I ask Lucy. I wasn't just trying to evade her, I really have stuff to do.
"When you stop being a little tease and then sneaking away," she accuses me, pushing her breasts even closer than they need to be.
"Exactly how am I being a tease?!" I demand to know.
"Walking around the house with that little elf pussy, acting like you don't know exactly what I want, don't play coy," she manages to make my doing chores into something lewd, unsurprising.
"I'm fully clothed, and you always want that, so unless your argument is that I'm teasing you by being an elf and not offering myself to you, I don't see how that counts," I cross my arms. Well, as best as I can, with her still pinning me to the door.
She lifts her eyebrows and widens her eyes, as though something I said is completely obvious, "That's the gist of it. Elves are lewd. No exceptions."
"We are not...!" I begin, but then take a deep breath, "I have many non-sexual duties, and I'm behind on them.
"Not lewd?" she smirks, "That why you came all over my tail the other night?"
My eyes turn into saucers. I did not realize that she noticed. It makes sense that she'd be aware, normally, but I figured she was far to preoccupied with Master treating her pussy like it owed him money. I guess not.
"T-that's not...!" I stammer, "What does that have to do with anything?!"
"It has everything to do with you being a naughty, slutty little elf, who's pretending she doesn't want me to play with her lewd little pussy. Holding out on me like that shouldn't be allowed," she leans in and whispers into my ear, "You know you want me to make you cum again and again, so stop denying it."
Our 'conversation' is interrupted by a hard pinch to one of each of our ears. I let out a little yelp, but Lucy doesn't. Most don't really understand the sensitivity of elf ears.
"Girls? Is there a problem?" Clara asks, as she easily pulls us apart by the ears.
She's gentle enough, all things considered, but I wish she'd chosen another body part to manhandle. Lucy doesn't fight her, she's learned by now not to take Clara lightly.
"Lucy's trying to bully me into sex acts, Miss Clara!" I blurt out, all at once.
"She wants it, and she's pretending she doesn't," Lucy states, "Lying is a sin, you know!"
