Hi all. Two potential squicks here, though I don't think they should be a problem for most readers.
The first is what some might consider "sharing," but it's nothing remotely threatening to MC, just a frustrated elf trying to care for her effeminate husband. The second is male-on-sissy with feminization. So, there is a (tiny) penis other than MC's involved. I know that some people won't love that, but there it is. This is going to be a recurring theme, as anyone following the plot knows, but it won't be frequent nor as explicit as it is in chapter 19.
Beyond that, enjoy!
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Chapter Seventeen: Imprint Sickness, and a Vampire
Selene was laying in her small, cozy marital bed, wrapped around her petite inorei husband. He was naked, trembling and writhing. She had been trying to get him through this. He was almost paralyzed with lust.
The beautiful elven huntress had tried everything. Her poor little Lyn.
She looked at the carrot on Lyn's pillow. It was covered in oil and had been in her husband's ass for most of the afternoon and night. She had milked dry orgasm after dry orgasm out of the little guy. Sucking on his little penis like a sugarcane root and sliding that big carrot furiously in and out of his ass for almost two hours. That was just the latest session.
Emotionally, Lyn seemed fine. She'd hugged him and he'd hugged her and they kissed and made up and Selene told him about their new master. She touched him and pet him and made sure he knew he would be secure with their new trio.
That was before Lyn's symptoms got out of control. The little effeminate inorei was more aroused than Selene thought possible. But he was so uncomfortable initiating or being on top that his tall, athletic wife had to take charge. She'd tried it all. She even got a tiny load in her pussy. It didn't take, unfortunately. She knew her big barbarian would help with that.
She had told Lyn about that too, and he seemed to like the idea. He had soured on trying to procreate over the past year, but Selene hoped master would make that easier on her little husband.
There was just this problem of the pretty little inorei who was coming and coming but never COMING. Hours and hours. Tiny, bouncy little erection, 20 seconds of anal and/or a blowjob, 5 minutes rest, tiny, bouncy little erection, repeat. Selene was exhausted. She never, ever pictured a world where sex in any capacity with Lyn would exhaust her. Unfortunately it wasn't in a good way.
Imprinting on the big barbarian had certainly affected Lyn's arousal, but the side effects were deadly.
The elven huntress was pretty sure what Lyn needed. It was the only thing that had relieved her misery. She didn't know if her master was ready and didn't know how to make it happen. She squeezed Lyn and hoped he'd let her get a couple of hours sleep. But she already felt his little hips beginning to thrust. Backwards, as if she had a cock. It was hopeless. She reached for the poor carrot.
**
Jorgen found Lys in the bath, cooling water up to her neck. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was moaning and whining miserably. It wasn't hard for the barbarian to figure out what was going on. The sloshing was a clue as well.
"Lys?"
"Mm?"
"I think I need to help you. What do you think?"
"How?"
"How do you think, little one?"
"Are you going to fuck me?"
It was early morning by now, and the big man was starting to feel it. It had been a very, very long day. He couldn't imagine that his new eighteen-year-old sex slave was feeling much better.
"No, you're not ready for that little one. Let's add some hot water to the bath, and I'll get in with you. How does that sound?"
"Yes please," she answered meekly, but without hesitation.
Jorgen reached over the little elf's shoulder and reached down to pull the drain. He wanted the water hot.
A pair of little hands grabbed his long muscular arm and pulled it between her legs with that elven strength. She pushed his thick fingers against her slippery smooth mound and began grinding.
"Be patient," the big man growled. Lys felt it in the vicinity of her gut, and she moaned and thrust harder against Jorgen's hand.
The barbarian extricated his hand, ignoring her wordless whining protest, and pulled the drain from the tub. Standing above and behind Lys as the water drained, Jorgen took a good long look at his newest addition.
The elven maiden was slender. Her hips barely flared and her breasts where small, but she had shapely, soft pink nipples that were slightly puffy, that complimented her small breasts well.
She had the face and body of an adolescent, albeit a beautiful one, with large, lavender eyes and a soft, pointed chin. Her hair was a light, golden blonde, and was currently a frizzy mess of small braids and loose locks. Her skin was a creamy pale color that looked healthy and youthful, but she did not spend much time outside, he could see.
Lys's nose and cheeks reminded him of Selene, as well as her lips. That was about where the similarities ended. The younger elf was feminine and meek compared to Jorgen's fierce, confident tomboy princess.
The elfling's legs were awkward, coltish, and absolutely adorable. They were among her best features. The barbarian could see that they would fill out a bit and be long and elegant like her sister's, but never as athletic.
"Move your hands, little one," he said. She did without a word.
"Keep your legs spread for me."
She did. Her hips were still rolling subtly.
Her hairless elven mound was smooth, with her inner lips hidden. It was swollen with arousal and self-abuse right now, but Jorgen thought it probably looked somewhat androgynous, most of the time. Just a slit.
"Alright, let's get a nice relaxing hot bath going and then I'll take care of you and we can get some sleep."
The big man plugged the bath drain and ran hot water, moving gently around the dazed young elf. He found the last towels on the shelf and set them aside. Finally, he removed his dirty clothes and stepped into the tub, savoring the hot water as it relieved the tension in his calves. It was a start.
He turned to check on the pathetic little elf, and watched her come alive.
Lys saw Jorgen's long, muscular legs first, and her dazed, glassy eyes began to focus, until they snapped to his midsection. The big man knew that worshipping his cock was not what she needed, even if it's what she thought wanted, so he was ready when she launched herself at his swinging shaft.
The muscular barbarian spun, grabbing her slender arms as they passed by, both of them in one massive hand. He smoothly followed through on the spin, until he dropped down, pulling the little elf into his lap. Five gallons of water sloshed to the floor. That's what the drain was for, Jorgen figured.
Lys's nubile young body slid easily into a princess position. The massive barbarian cradled her long legs in his right arm, with his hand gripping her thigh, and her back and head rested on his left bicep and shoulder.
The slender elfling was still struggling a bit, so Jorgen hadn't released her arms. One big hand was holding both wrists. The elfling's head was against his chest and her cute little butt was resting on his swelling cock.
Which she noticed. And baroness slutty elf was a biter. Jorgen never saw it coming.
**
Lys was in a daze. She knew master was with her now, but she felt really weird. The huge human was pulling her and holding her and it felt wonderful. But then she felt it, and everything came flooding back. She wasn't in a daze anymore. She remembered every detail. Of the cock that was currently under her butt.
"Let go let go!" she screamed in her head. But the only sounds that came out of her were mouth were moaning and whining.
There was a wall of flesh in Lys's face. She needed to get free. She was squishing and grinding her butt on the monster now, and it was getting hard.
So Lys pressed her delicate elfin face into Jorgen's left pec. She opened her mouth, and her tongue ran through the barbarian's soft golden fur. She sampled his salty, musky, manly skin. Then she bit down, hard. Her sharp incisors sliced easily into the meat of his muscular chest. She tasted his salty, coppery blood fill her mouth. She sucked. She swallowed.
**
Jorgen didn't panic. Nobody died. There wasn't even much yelling.
Jorgen did, however, shove his massive thumb up the slender elf's tiny virgin asshole. The water provided just enough lube that he knew he wouldn't hurt her physically. But there was pain. His thumb was the size of Areisian cock, or thee elven ones.
