A/N
This is the last chapter. I may do a side story concerning John and the Elf Queen later. I had a lot of fun writing these Pet Elf stories, but nothing sucks more than a story that has no end. So here's the end.
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Life was looking up. Actually, my life had been pretty much awesome since I met Emilliae, my first pet elf, and Emulstia, my pet dark elf, about five years ago. Emilliae and Emusltia were perfect sex slaves. They were prettier than super models, curvier than even the bustiest porn stars, and, best of all, they were completely and utterly devoted to me and worshiped my cock. They were also three feet tall, but had the proportions of six-foot amazons scaled down in every dimension by half. You would think that fucking a three foot tall woman would feel strange, but honestly, it's just awesome. As if that wasn't great enough, my pet elves had access to powerful magic. Each day my elves helped me to get ahead at work, and each night we'd go home and fuck, fuck, and fuck some more until we all passed out. Today was not a normal day, however.
Today was an auspicious day. It was the culmination of years of espionage, blackmail, and actual work (both by me and my elves). I had just been promoted to CEO of my company. At 30, I was the company's youngest CEO of all time. The board was in awe of my supernatural ability to close accounts and out guess our competitors. Those who didn't like me were cowed with blackmail.
I had just finished moving my stuff into my huge new office. Emilliae and Emulstia sat in the corner, waiting for my secretary, Pam (who was, unfortunately, not slutty at all) to finish briefing me on my correspondence. I was having some difficulty paying attention to Pam, my eyes kept wandering over to the corner, where my pet elves were having a one-finger-orgasm duel. They sat facing each other, faces dead serious as slight squelching noises came from their pussies. They fingered each other furiously, each trying to bring the other off first to win the duel. A slight moan escaped Emulstia's lips. Emilliae was winning. The blonde high elf pressed her advantage, hand a blur as she worked Emulstia's purple puss. Finally, the gorgeous dark elf emitted a strangled grunt, hips bucking as she gushed on Emilliae's hand.
"Yes!" crowed Emilliae, standing up as shoving her muff in the defeated dark elf's face. "Eat me, loser!"
"Fucking cunt," said Emulstia, but she bent to her task and soon Emilliae was trembling and panting.
"Mr. Jason? Mr. Jason!" said Pam. I turned my head, startled, realizing I hadn't heard a word she said. Of course, Pam couldn't see or hear my elves, thankfully.
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
"This envelope, sir. It appears to be of a... personal nature, so I did not open it."
I picked up the envelope in question. It had no postage or return address. It was addressed to "Jason the mega-stud".
"Thank you, Pam, that will be all for the time being," I said. Pam inclined her head and closed the door on her way out. I broke the envelope's seal with my thumb and pulled out the letter.
Dear Jason, Conqueror of the Dark Elves, master of Elven Pussies, and my own personal fertility God,
Hi, its me, Emahna! Hubby and I just want to thank you again for your help (giggle) on our wedding night. Our daughter, Emillitae, is growing up fast. She is set to start school in another six months! We can't wait to see her make friends and grow. Someday she'll be a great beauty.
Eldrago has been working hard to provide for little Emillitae and me. I make sure he knows how much I appreciate it (blowjobs every Saturday) and we are getting really good at bringing each other to gasping, moaning, sticky climaxes. Still, every time I make him cum he collapses unconscious, leaving me wanting more. Sometimes I talk dirty, telling him how much better big human cocks feel than his little elven prick. He LIKES it, the perv!
These are interesting times in Faeton. By decree of the Elf Queen, the Dark Elves were given a fertility pardon. This meant that until they were impregnated, any elf man in the kingdom could use them as he wanted. Eldrago and I picked one up and had an interesting night. Who knows, maybe she'll get pregnant and earn her pardon? However, despite the official pardoning of their crimes, the Dark Elves remain second class citizens in Faeton. They are essentially expected to suck any dick and eat any pussy that's shoved in their face. The Dark Elf Matriarch herself was publicly, and brutally, fucked by the Queen (with her six inch strap on) at the Festival of Lights four years ago. Most Dark Elves don't seem too upset by this. My theory is that their inner submissive desires have been repressed for so long, that now they crave submission even if that makes them public sex slaves. Most have borne children by now and left for the human world to seek Pacts.
Just after the end of the festival of lights, the Queen left for the human world. I'm told she's bound to a friend of yours! I bet right at this minute she's happily slurping down his potent human cum. Mmmmm...
After Emillitae finishes her first year in school, I'm going to go out on Pact in the human world for the first time. I've already discussed this with Eldrago and he has agreed. I can't wait to surrender my slutty slit to a huge human stud! But to a certain extent, my pussy will always belong to you, the man who claimed my body for humanity. I hope, when my daughter grows up, she will be broken in by great human man just like you.
After all, Every Elf woman belongs to human men. Some just don't know it yet.
XOXOXOXO
Emahna
I found two photos in the envelope along with the letter. The first showed Emahna and Eldrago smiling and holding hands with a cute little girl about as tall as their thighs. They were all smiling happily. It was a heartwarming picture. The second one was of Emahna alone. The photo of her gorgeous nude body was taken from an extremely low angle. She smirked at the camera with none of the innocence she had possessed on her wedding night, spreading her pussy open lewdly with her fingers. In the upper right hand corner of the photo was a kiss mark in pink lipstick.
"Emahna sure has progressed a lot, hasn't she?" said Emilliae, looking over my shoulder (figuratively. She was way too short to look over my shoulder literally). "I think you were the best thing for their marriage."
"Oh, look, it's that Elven couple you owned. What a cute little life they have," said Emulstia, picking up the other photo. "So, master," she continued, changing the subject. "You're the Big Boss of this establishment. We should celebrate, and I have an idea. Would you mind if I took the lead?" I nodded, intrigued. She snapped her fingers and suddenly her purple frame was wrapped in the lacy black ballroom gown of the Dark Elf Huntress. "Take out your cock, but don't touch it! High Elf, you can't touch him either." She hopped up on my desk. "Sit back and watch, stud," she said, beginning to roll her hips enticingly. "I want to see just how much I can tease you before you just HAVE to throw me down and rape me half to death."