Based on the extra art for the Dark Elf profile. It shows her giving a footjob to her slave/husband and him squirting all over her foot and leg. The satisfied expression on her face is a sight to see. :D
The title is based on a song by Siamese Sex Show. Try searching on YouTube to know what one of my favourite songs is. ;)
Fetishes: footjob, boot worship, bootlicking, ass worship, humiliation, femdom, strapon, pegging, blowjob, facesitting, rimming
Tags: monster girl, monster girl encyclopedia, mamono, dark elf
DISCLAIMER: All characters having sexual relations in the story are above the age of 18.
The dark elf waited at her dungeon door, filing her nails and fluffing her hair. She had an appointment in fifteen minutes, and she had no intention of ruining it. She wanted this to be perfect.
She turned around and walked back to the other end of the room. It had a table in the corner which had a complete set of her tools she required to look perfect.
It was completely devoid of makeup though. She didn't need it due to her natural beauty as a dark elf and a mamono. Her long white hair flowed out behind her like the tresses of Maenad. Her skin was flawless and brown like rich cocoa and cream. Her shape was statuesque. Tall, well over six and a half feet, with breasts the size of melons. Her assets in the FF-cup range were substantial, but even they didn't detract from her slim hips, flat stomach, and toned thighs which were just the right mix of thick and sexy. Her ass was hewn from marble to perfection - two large, round globes shaped like perfectly hemispherical scoops of ice cream before eating them. Because anyone who saw them out of her tight, form-fitting miniskirt would want to eat them that way, and even pour condiments all over that juicy booty to eat off for the rest of the night. They could pour whipped cream and vanilla to contrast with her dark brown apple bottom and then lick every last bit off with their tongues until her whole ass sparkled like a diamond. She loved the feeling of one, or several warm tongues all over her bare ass, licking her like the queen she knew she was. She had grown up and trained for this. Ruling over anyone who came to this dungeon. But it wasn't all for her pleasure. Her subjects who visited and used this dungeon did it because they fantasised about being whipped, dominated, spanked, used, and lorded over.
Also, she did have a contract to give them the satisfaction they needed, whatever it might be. Some might request that she get on top of them and shake her hips until kingdom cum. She loved the feeling of 'making' her slaves jizz deep inside her womb. She would release the man's softening cock from her folds, squeezing her pussy tightly to ensure not a single drop of warm spunk escaped it, and then sit back down on his stomach or chest and shimmy her body right on top of him to stimulate both of them. Although it would sound absurd to many, she insisted that she felt all that hot cum swishing around inside her womb and making her even hornier when she twerked on top of a man who had just buried his sword into her scabbard and penetrated her deep enough to make them both scream. That skilled pussy of hers could easily keep anyone on edge for hours at a time, depending on what they paid for, or would make him cum instantly for over five or ten minutes at a time so her cunt was filled to overflowing. She would fulfil any request or fetish which wasn't over the top or painful, including whips, chains and humiliation. The only condition was that she would get off as well in the way she wanted, which could be through facesitting, fingering, teasing her clit as she rubbed her own muff, or perhaps lying on her back with shivers of pure pleasure coursing through her naked body while she held the man's face into her pussy by holding onto his slave collar and leash. He would simply need to eat her out with complete enthusiasm, focusing on her orgasm and little button with everything he had got.
The other ways of them getting off were with her feet, hands, or mouth. She loved blowing her clients to completion. She would take their hard members deep into her mouth, tasting their cocks in the back of her throat, making swallowing motions as she tried to milk them dry. The method she used to suck them dry was usually very efficient and quick, and they would generally have a nice big load all down her throat within seconds or minutes, depending on what they chose. She generally added a bit of drama to her blowjobs by sitting back on her haunches, leaning her head back and gargling the sperm they blew in her mouth, and then swallowing it completely. She would end the little charade by patting her belly and rubbing it in circles as her client raised his head to watch her gulp down his cum. He was usually tied down or restrained with her knees on his wrists, so she was still generally in the dominant position.
Her men also loved to be made to cum with her hands. She kept them well-oiled and soft with hand cream and other cosmetics, though her natural magic was also enough. Some of the virgins would instantly ejaculate into the air at a gentle touch from her fingers, even after just one or two strokes of her hands on their pulsing cockheads. Others took longer, several pumps going up and down, up and down, teasing their shafts, moving around the glans and feeling them thrust up against her hand, or twitch when her fingers felt around every inch of their pulsating shafts, teasing the sensitive bits and stroking along the middle to the bottom, then feeling their balls while her wrist and forearm brushed against the rock-hard shaft. She just loved it when they were a mess on her bed, thrusting upwards into her hand and crying out. Those cries begging to orgasm or telling her how good her hands felt, encouraging her to tease them more, were music and eraudica to her ears. She would oblige by teasing them even more, turning her hand such that her fingers were facing down and rubbing against his shaft while the glans brushed against her palm. Her hand was bent downwards at the wrist and the entire arm was moving up and down in a milking motion, drawing out thick seed from those full balls by the litre. She generally loved licking it off her hands in front of her client's stunned expression. The taste, smell, and texture of all that male essence was what kept her going.
Irina was her name, and capturing 'unwilling' mates in her sex dungeon was her game. There was nothing she loved more than the game of breaking wills. When the men under her resisted, she simply came harder and more often while trying to get them to spurt themselves and remain humiliated in a puddle of their own spunk. Those she broke would come back for cumming more. Those she didn't were a challenge which always kept her wet, ready and creative in the ways she dominated or wrestled them. Some of her clients were as close to dominant as you could get, resisting her or rolling on top of her to hold her down and kiss her as hard as they could. She loved it, though her instincts told her to take charge and get out from under them, which she usually did. She would leap on top of her client, her body landing on theirs like a tigress capturing its prey, and then whisper in their ear about how being resisted made her horny as fuck, but that she would always stay in charge no matter what. She nibbled her client's ear, licking the inside and sending shivers up their spine, moaning quietly about how delicious their resistance was and how she would enjoy watching it break down bit by bit and have them on their hands and knees, begging her to own and collar them, perhaps even kissing the tips of her boots or her pretty toes. That was the moment she always savoured, and she had masturbated herself to orgasm more often than not right in front of them , much to their shock and another huge hardon as a response. The sight of those delicious, juicy cocks so hard and pulsing for her again was irresistible. She would inevitably sit on them and grab those dicks, stroking them in her soft palm to keep them primed for round two, and then guide them inside her nice and slow as if she was caressing a wounded animal or little child, and she would end up having several rounds of repeat sex with the client. She generally took one man a day for this so that another appointment didn't interrupt them, and he was left like a dried husk in the morning. She would've loved to have one man to keep around as per her monstrous instincts, but the restrictions of professionalism and earning her keep prevented that. Also, it seemed most clients were here to get their rocks off and not to find someone who would permanently own them. That was fine as they probably came there so they wouldn't be judged or mocked for their fetishes. Kink-shaming was a huge problem in the mamono and human world, where mamono and humans were laughed at for enjoying certain stuff. ('Oh, you love handholding? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU PERVERT!! Get real and learn how to stick your pole into a hole before you grow old! Handholding went out of fashion years ago!!') She wished they wouldn't do that, even the dark elves were mocked for their whips and chains, or their dominant, sexy personalities. Maybe those jackasses were envious, maybe not. It was hard to say (pun intended) what the haters felt, and though she knew they were meant to be ignored, having a heart and feelings left you susceptible to what anyone said. Even automatons in her world had feelings for their masters, so they weren't' immune.
Irina sighed and passed a hand over her face. The only good thing about having human, or mamono emotions, was that it gave them both a new high when the feelings were positive. She couldn't control much about negative people or most others, but she did try to live amongst happy, optimistic and nonjudgemental people ever since she had been mocked, laughed at and almost beaten out of the previous town where she set up her practice. Her dungeon had been ransacked and the items sold for scrap metal. Setting up a new dungeon, underground this time, took most of her savings and patience, but it was now done and very difficult to access if you didn't know where it was. She would personally talk to the clients who wished to come and then only let them know where it was. The security systems set up at the entrance were loaded and would not allow anyone in if they had intentions of destroying the place. Also, if a 'client' had changed his (or her) mind and decided she was a cruel bitch who would chew them up (which she didn't), the mind-reader would remove any intentions of theirs to harm the place or herself. If they got past the entrance to the inner dungeon and then drew a weapon or even tried to punch the walls, they were injected with a drug which knocked them out for five minutes, enough for Irina to bring them inside her dungeon and 'punish' them with blue balls for hours and then let them ejaculate when they were mindbroken thoroughly. If someone changed their mind in her dungeon and tried to attack her, the same thing would happen with little needles fired from the walls or embedded in the bed and floor. This wasn't usually a problem when she was playing with them when they were tied up or restrained, or had them on a leash. Of course, she didn't always have them that way since some did not like to be bound or dragged around with a collar, and she respected their preferences. She did not believe that anyone was out to get her, but was wary after her earlier experiences. Once bitten, twice shy.
Irina heard a knock at the dungeon door, and looked up. Her new client must be here. She hurried over to the table with her tools, and dropped the nail file there. She turned around, took in a deep breath and pushed out her breasts, taking on the royal demeanour she was famous for. It was what kept them coming back and cumming in her, so she couldn't afford to put on a different act. She started walking to the dungeon door, tossing her long white hair back with one hand. Her legs moved with the grace of a supermodel, and the power of a weightlifter. Her ass swayed back and forth with each step, and her slender arms swung at her sides, brushing against her jiggly, bouncing titflesh. Her breasts should've been huge enough to make her overbalance, but they didn't bother her at all or make her lean forward with their weight. Her stance was proud, regal and upright at all times, which was probably why she kept any cock which came into her dungeon or her upright as well.
She reached the door and touched the handle. She pulled it inwards, and the door creaked open. She looked outside, only to see no one, and then looked downwards. Still no one. That was odd. She was used to being taller than her clients, most were a couple of inches shorter than six feet, and the tallest had been 6'2", still three inches shorter than her. Not that she looked down on anyone for their height, unless it was to put a collar on them and order them to their knees to greet her by worshipping her boots.
