Emilliae spent the entire two hour drive back to my house sitting on my lap with my cock up her ass. She didn't bounce or grind, she just sat there, moaning and occasionally screaming as the vibrations of the car and the bumps in the road were enough to make her cum every so often. Thankfully, while her ass was tight and felt amazing around my dick, the motion of the car alone was not enough to bring me to climax, as I needed to focus on the road. Visibility wasn't an issue, as her head only reached my lower chest. About half way back I couldn't take it anymore, and pulled over.
I pushed her tiny body against the steering wheel and went to town on her ass. "YES!" she screamed. "Ravage my tiny elven asshole! I'm your little anal elf slut and I just can't get enough of your GIANT HUMAN COCK!" I only lasted four minutes inside her, as the previous hour of my cock buried in her ass had me worked up. Even so, she came six times within that period. I know because I had a couple fingers in her pussy and I counted every time I felt her clench like she was trying to break the bones in my fingers.
I pulled out of her ass and sat back as she panted, clinging to the steering wheel. I was about to put the car into drive when she slid off the steering wheel and ducked under it, kneeling between my legs. Without hesitation, she took my softening dick, which only moments before had been buried in her ass, into her mouth. She looked up at me with her enchanting little green eyes as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. This was not the rough, aggressive cock gobbling blowjob she had performed hours before, just after we had met. She was gently, lovingly sucking me back to erection. She popped her mouth off my cock and lowered her head to lick my balls, deliberately placing my semi-erect dick across her face as she did so. It covered the entire right side of her face. She continued to look up at me with her left eye, which beamed. Her look conveyed not only lust, but also happiness. As if there was nowhere else in the world she would rather be then on her knees, licking my balls. My cock rapidly, painfully stiffened. How many loads had I shot today? Nine? Ten?
With my cock fully erect she climbed up my leg into my lap and lined it up with her asshole once again. "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH MY GOOOODDD" She moaned as inch after inch of my rod slowly slid into her rear. When she reached the base she gave a little yip as she came once again. I grinned and put the car back in drive as she clung to my shirt with her hands, breathing heavily.
"I still don't quite understand this 'pact' of yours. Why do you elves make yourselves slaves to human men? Can't you just go up to a human man and say 'Hey, wanna fuck?' No warm blooded male would turn you down."
"Its payment," she gasped. "The relationship between a human male and an elf female is fundamentally unequal. No matter how you use- GAAAAAAH" Her explanation cut off as we hit a pothole. She panted for a few seconds and then continued. "No matter how you use me, I will always receive more pleasure from you than you get from me. To pay for the difference, I become your slave for life."
"How many human masters have you had, besides me?"
"Seven," She grunted
"Tell me about them."
Her voice took on a wistful tone as she began to reminisce. After each recounting she would wiggle her hips a little to tease my cock. "The first one was a two thousand years ago in Greece. My friends back in Faeton were always talking about human men and I finally decided to try a pact for myself. He was a shepherd. I was so nervous. I had never even seen a human man before and I didn't know what to say or how to act to seduce him. I needn't have worried, he attacked me as soon as I lowered my invisibility spell. He was a big, strong man but he was well into his middle years when he took me. Still, I had never been fucked even one tenth so well by an elf, or one tenth as often. I served him for fifteen years before he died in an accident.
"After that I had to spend a hundred and fifty years in Faeton as per the terms of the pact. When I returned to the human world I met a young upper class Roman lad. He took me hard every single night, even the night he got married to a human woman. His wife never found out about me. In time he became a great general. I was his secret weapon; I used my magic to make his men bold and his enemies afraid. This went on for about thirty years. When the old emperor died he raised his army in rebellion against the new emperor. Unfortunately, he lost, and was executed."
"Three hundred years later, I met a peasant boy in lower Germany. When I appeared in front of him, naked, beckoning, he almost ran away. He made the sign of the cross and cried, 'Back, succubus!' For the first time, I actually had to try to seduce a human. Back in the good old days, human men who saw a beautiful girl alone wouldn't even think twice about grabbing and fucking her, even if she was three feet tall with pointy ears. Honestly, I blame Christianity. Anyway, he lived to be eighty and never had another woman but me as long as he lived. Sweet guy. I spent sixty five years with him.
"During my required time in Faeton I heard that it was becoming more and more difficult to seduce men due to the spread of religious extremism, so when my time was up I went to puritan New England, the most sexually repressed place in the world, to perfect my seduction technique. That was where I created my 'haughty elf' act. You know, the one I used on you when we first met? Anyway, I practiced until I succeded in seducing a Puritan pastor. Unfortunately after just one time he was so guilty that he hauled me in front of his wife and confessed. The pact was broken, I disappeared back to Faeton and his wife's memory of me was erased. That was a total bust.
"When I got back to Faeton, one of my girlfriends was raving to anyone who would listen about this thing called 'bukkake'. So when my time was up I went to Japan, where I was captured by a mighty samurai. He loved to share me with his comrades after each victory. I don't think most human women have as many orgasms in their entire lives as I did the night after the battle of Sekigahara, when he shared me with all fifty men under his command. And every single one of those men came on my face. What a night that was.
"After that I served a slave on a cotton plantation in the deep south. He had a miserable life, picking cotton all day, but I like to think I made his life a little better. He once told me that without my tight little holes to plunge himself into every night, he couldn't make it through the day. One day he got drunk and fondled his master's wife. He was beaten to death the next morning. I spent eight years with him.
"The last one was an Appache brave. He hated the white men for driving him off his land, and he fantasized about stealing their women away and raping them, but the days where the Apache had the might to resist the American government were long gone. Apart from my pointy ears, I look just like a miniature Caucasian woman, so he and I played a game. I'd dress and talk like a proper white lady, and he would tear my clothes off, beat me, and fuck me for hours. He was by far the roughest man I've ever had, but I loved every minute. He had me for fifteen years."
"And now, I'm all yours! Mmmmmmm" She ground her hips into me. We were pulling into my driveway. I parked.
"Yes. You're mine. I grabbed her waist and pulled her up off my cock and kissed her for the first time. She moaned and hungrily kissed me back. I set her on the passenger seat and opened my door.
As I started to stand, I realized just how much of a mess the two of us had made in my car. My cum and her juices were all over the upholstery, the dashboard, my pants, and her. "We sure made a big mess." I sighed. "Oh well, it was worth it."
"Oh, let me get that for you," Emilliiae said happily. She held out one hand and closed her eyes. The fluids seemed to leap out of the fabric of my pants and the upholstery toward her hand, swirling into a white sphere the size of a tennis ball which floated above her palm. Both my pants and the inside of my car were now dry and completely free of stains. She tilted her head back, and held the sphere above her mouth. The orb of cum began losing cohesion, pouring onto her waiting tongue. She began to swallow loudly. *GULP, GULP GULP GULP*. Finally she had downed the entire thing. She smiled and winked at me. "Waste not, want not."
"That's amazing," I said in wonder.
"Cleaning is possibly the easiest task to accomplish by magic. It's simple."
I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder. I felt like an ogre carrying off a virgin to devour. I hauled her to my front door and began fumbling with my keys.
"Your cock is what's amazing," She continued. "Do me a favor and try not to die for a while. I want to spend as many years worshipping it as possible before I have to go back to my husband."
"Hold on. "You're married?"
"Did I forget to mention that?" she said, innocently. I opened the door.
The glitter of steel was the only warning I had. I barely got my hand up in time to catch the arm that was swinging a knife at my throat. I dropped Emilliae unceremoniously on the carpet as I desperately tried to fend off the attacker. He jumped back, and for the first time I got a good look at him. He was three feet tall with pointy ears. An elf! He wore what looked like a tiny but very expensive suit and dress pants. His hair was neatly styled and he held the knife out wearily, slowly circling to the left.
