The humans had a term that applied to women like her; no not slut. But rather she was reminded of the supposed 'Glass Ceiling' that human women groan over in the business world. If they only knew... A sharp tingling passed through her body, from the pearlescent skin of her sleek legs, to her enticingly fertile hips, and upwards to the bulbous domes of her tender breasts. It was nearly 5 o' clock, almost time for her second job, and the mere thought made her instantly horny.
For Caecyliiyanali was not like other women. She had tried her best to adapt; to be like a human woman. She even encouraged her colleagues to call her 'Cecilia'', rather than her full, elven name. She wanted a life and career like they had. But Caecyliiyanali was not human. And despite her previous illusions, she had come to the bitter realization that she would never be treated as a 'real' woman.
Years ago, when the Celestial Conjunction occured, allowing magic to return to the Earth, she had been overjoyed. Back in Cecilia's homeland; the mystical land of Faerie, she had been of low station. Her family was the Seventh Phane of the Leanan-Sidhe, the least glorious. The least respected. But she had learned upon arrival on Earth that titles of nobility had been done away with. Here, in this modern age, people could be judged by individual achievement! To a point. Here, working as a research magician at Magi-Care clinics Inc. Cecilia's rugged individualism had come to a screeching halt.
She had always suspected the truth in the back of her mind. The humans could never fully appreciate the crazed hunger for sex that burned within the moist pussies of all creatures of Fae blood. Not surprising; since females outnumbered males on her world more than 20 to 1. But it was more than desperation; the supernatural lust that propelled Cecilia to commit lurid acts of lascivious obscenity was ingrained in the very core of her being. While human males often appreciated this facet of her, neither they not their jealous females could ever empathize with, or respect her.
Her perfect, elegant fingers took the pins out of her red hair, allowing her lustrous mane to cascade down her lab-coat-clad shoulders like a smouldering river of sanguine seduction. It was not the red color that some humans possessed; rather a rich, crimson fire that radiated with an inner light. She brushed a few strands out of her golden, upswept eyes within her face, the features of which resembled some scarlet eagle about to take flight. In a break from her usual dress code, she pulled back her hair behind, rather than in front of her ears, so that all could plainly see the sweeping, tapering points that all elves possessed. There was no use emulating the humans; she could never join their society, not truly.
Though Cecilia had been granted legal citizenship, including a social security number, it was all hollow to the dejected elf. The turning point seemed to be when her superiors in the company found out that she spent her evenings as a stripper at Big Al's HooterHeaven. Of course, Cecilia or any elf would have done that job for free; the vicarious pleasure of being ogled by a roomful of human males sent her into sublime heights of ecstasy. As soon as they knew, the elf was never again respected at Magi-Care. Yes, like all fae she had an instinctive talent for magic, but few creatures of fairy had either the discipline or the aptitude for business. But Cecilia had been determined to change that perception.
Three years! Three years and she never once had sex with a co-worker! Cecilia had been able to compartmentalize her life; work in the mornings, lust in the evenings. But it seemed that all her efforts had come to naught. She heard the other lab-workers whispering on occasion; apparently they were placing bets as to how much longer she could go without ripping open her blouse, and spreading her legs for her boss. They would never appreciate the effort she expended to keep from doing just that. She had practiced a series of mental exercises to diminish her fervent lust whenever a man's gaze lingered too long on her ample bosom.
Well, it was about that time. As if in anticipation, her pussy began to throb again, for very soon she would indulge her natural fairy lusts. But why wait? She had been planning her next course of action. It was rather ironic; in all of the 7th Phane, she was probably the one elf that really was not a slut. Not really. To compound the irony, the rest of her family thought she must be sick to be able to restrain her urges as much as she did, while the humans thought her lusts made her unreliable! Cecilia had decided to go down in a blaze of glory. Give the humans what they expected; they'd never promote her; never put her in charge of any sensitive projects. Three years wasted.
She held in her hands an odd object. The golden acorn seemed to sparkle in the air, with a definite aura of magic. It had been exceedingly difficult to find; with magic re-emerging on Earth, and dying on Faerie, many wondrous creatures and objects were fading with it. Most of the Fae had fled to Earth, to build new lives, but there were those that for whatever reason could not make the journey. Cecilia had retrieved a bit of that lost magic before it faded away forever.
She cracked the shell, and a strange, clear fluid emerged. She knew what to do; she had a plan that would give the humans a renewed appreciation for all that she had sacrificed. She would at long last MAKE them understand. Before Ceacyliiyanali left her office, she plunged the golden acorn deeply into her moist cunt.
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It was more than mere lust. Professor Lily had awakened that morning with an anxious passion that burned in her blood and fired her mind. Her dreams had been more erotically intense than normal, and she had awakened in a cold sweat, heart pounding. On days like this, her usual response was to grasp her automated, custom built dildo and masturbate herself for over an hour. Yet, while her pussy seethed with pulse-pounding lust, there was something else going on; something happening within her that mere orgasms could not satisfy. With renewed vigor, she dressed for class.
Eyes raised with longing as she stalked into the auditorium. Her male students breathed deeply, drunk with the scent of wildflowers and honeysuckle that naturally emanated from her bronzed body. But....she wanted more! She...she didn't know exactly what she wanted, only that sex itself would not be enough. Brushing a strand of forest-green hair from her almond-shaped eyes, she launched into a lecture on microbial denitrification. Yes, she was a true slut, as most Forest Nymphs were, but her work was still important to her. But nonetheless, she often enjoyed playing games with her many male students.
Ahh...yes...there was one...A slightly pudgy freshman nerd in the back row. He had a look of hopeless yearning etched into his youthful face, a look Lily was all too familiar with. Worse, unable to contain his overwhelming, hormonal urges, the youth had begun to masturbate himself right there in class! His desires apparently too severe to worry about his own dignity. That was what she wanted! What she exulted in!
