AN: Hey guys! This is the chapter with John and the Elf Queen. You shouldn't read it until you've read up to at least My New Pet Elf Ch. 05. Hope you enjoy.
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John groaned. His head rang like a church bell on Sunday and the light from the window stabbed through his eyelids like shards of broken glass. He felt a weight on his chest, as if his depression and hangover were telling him not to get up. Groggily, he opened his eyes, vision a complete blur. Despite the pounding headache, he was still glad to be awake. Rita haunted his dreams. He groped on his nightstand, still next to blind, and picked up his phone, holding it close to his face. Might as well see what harassing messages the crazy bitch had sent him last night.
There were two texts from Rita on his phone. The first read: "Hey, worthless quickshot! Marcus just made me cum 3 times in one night! How does it feel to be such a loser?!!" The second said "Stay away from me John. Don't you dare come near me or I'll call the cops."
He groaned. More of the same. She would probably never get tired of tormenting him.
"I must admit, I've never met a human who was more oblivious to my presence," said a melodious feminine voice.
John dropped his phone in surprise, looking up to find that the weight on his chest was not metaphorical, but physical. A beautiful woman sat on his chest, her slim yet busty form hugged tight by her ripped jeans and a t-shirt that was two sizes two small. Her bimbo-esque appearance contrasted sharply with her cultured, crisp, even aristocratic voice. And she was hot. Every inch of her, every word she spoke, every minute movement that she made, screamed sex appeal. Looking at her, John almost felt the embers of lust stir within. But no, that part of him was dead now, killed by Rita.
Wait. There was something funny about this strange woman. She was... small. Like, really small. She looked like she would have been about three feet tall standing up, even though she had the proportions of a six foot supermodel. Was he still drunk?
"Good morning John," she said. "My name is Emregalia. I'm an elf." Now that she mentioned it, her ears were pointed at the tips. He was surprised that elves were real, but he found it hard to care. He found it hard to care about anything anymore, to be honest.
"What the f..." He coughed. His throat was dry. "What the fuck," he finished. "What are you doing? Why are you here?"
"I'm here for you!" The elf exclaimed cheerfully, rubbing her hands against his chest. "I've come to be your faithful servant until the day you die. To serve you any way you desire." She smiled sexily and ground her hips against him.
"No thanks," said John. His voice sounded flat, emotionless and dead, even to himself. He pushed her off his chest and sat up. Better take a shower and start looking for work, his rainy day fund wasn't going to last much longer. As for the elf, well, whatever she was, he couldn't give her what she obviously wanted.
Emregalia was shocked. "N...no?" she stammered, not comprehending. "That is unacceptable." John was thrown back onto the bed by some invisible force, his arms inexplicably bound behind his head.
"You cannot refuse me," continued Emregalia, "You are a strong, virile, fit human male in your physical prime, and I am a gorgeous, horny little elf slut begging for your dick. You CANNOT refuse me. It's impossible. Jeez. Do I really need to hold you down with magic? I feel like a gods damned dark elf."
"It's not that I don't want to," John explained. "I just... can't."
She raised an eyebrow. "Why not?" She reached an arm back to his boxers, rubbing, then stopping immediately when she found him limp. "Your flaccidity does indeed pose a dilemma." With a concerned look on her face, she took his head in her hands. He felt a chill pass through his body. "There doesn't appear to be anything physically wrong with you. Please explain."
John sighed. "I'm sorry. I just can't do it, okay?"
"Yes, but why not?"
"Don't really see how it's your business..."
"I'm not letting you up until you tell me," she insisted.
"Fine." He sighed again, and then began his sad tale of woe. "About a year back, I met this girl. Rita. Looking back I should have seen the signs. She was crazy. But she was also CRAZY, you know? We hit it off immediately and started fucking after our very first date. We did it every single night, and the sex was absolutely amazing."
"You did not have this... problem... with her?" Emregalia broke in.
"No," John continued. "I made her cum every single night for eleven months. At least once, every single night. And things were great, not just in bed, but everywhere. She made friends with my friends, hung out with my coworkers, hell, my parents even liked her. It was like... like she became a completely different person when around different people. She had the ability to put them all at ease, to make them like her. I thought I was the only one who knew the real Rita. Of course, I was wrong. The real Rita is a psycho bitch.
"One night I had a little too much to drink, and I... wasn't able to bring her to orgasm. I came too quickly, and then I just kind of dozed off. When I woke up the next morning, she was gone, along with my car and all my credit cards. I didn't put two and two together, I thought something bad had happened to her. Like maybe someone had broken in, kidnapped her, and took my stuff. I texted her frantically, like four or five times, and left at least 10 messages on her voice mail. I was distraught. While I was freaking out, she was busy emptying my bank accounts and racking up credit card debt in my name.
"The next time I saw her, it was in court. She accused me of stalking and harassment, using the messages I sent her as evidence. She stood up on that podium and told the judge that I was violent and controlling, and that she had finally worked up the courage to leave me and that I had harassed her ever since. She even cried a little. It was a brilliant performance. The judge awarded her a restraining order.
"I tried to go to the cops about my car and my credit cards. They refused to press charges, claiming I was trying to use the system to harass Rita. I lost my job. If I hadn't saved up a rainy day fund I'd already be out on the street. My family won't talk to me anymore. The only ones who even believe me are Joe and Jason, my two best friends. Then, to make matters even worse, she started sending ME harassing texts, telling me how inadequate I am and how much better the other men she fucks are. Each time she sends another text warning me to stay away. Her friend at the phone company that deletes the incriminating texts leaving no evidence of her constant harassment of me. Instead it looks like I'm still harassing HER!
"And to top it all off, I can't even get it up anymore. Every time I start to get aroused I can hear Rita, in my head, laughing at me. I've tried everything, pills, hookers, you name it. Nothing works. She's won. I'll have to live with the damage she's caused for the rest of my life. At first, I was really broken up about it, but now... I just don't really care anymore. ."
"Well, John, you had better start caring," insisted Emregalia. "You may have had some bad experiences with a human woman, but I am NOT a human woman. Look closely and behold my elven glory."
She grabbed her tight white shirt, pulled it over her head and tossed it aside, allowing her large breasts to spill out. On a human woman, those breasts would have been fairly large, but on a tiny elf they were nothing short of enormous. Nevertheless they sat perky and perfect and round on her chest, jiggling only slightly as she leaned forward. She smiled. "Though I may be small, my elven titties are big enough to fill the hands of even a big, powerful human stud like you. And unlike human tits, they will never grow saggy, baggy, or old. But that's not all."
She turned around and bent over, slowly gyrating her hips as she peeled her tight jeans down her curvy bottom, revealing her tiny, bubble shaped ass cheeks and, at the junction of her legs, her perfect, pink little slit, visibly moist. It looked and smelled delicious. She parted the lips with her fingers, looking over her shoulder with a grin. "This is my little elven pussy - tighter than a human virgin's. And no matter how hard you slam it with your big human cock, no matter what various objects you shove into it, no matter how many years you spend plowing it, it will remain just as perfect, pink, and tight as the very first time you touch it. And this..." She pulled apart her ass cheeks, "This is my tiny elf asshole. It's even tighter. And all of these things could be yours, along with every other part of me, unconditionally. No limits. No safe words. No 'not tonight dear's or 'I'm not in the mood's. No need to give me a massage first. Just one perpetually horny elf slut whenever, wherever, and however you want her. I'll even be your slave outside the bedroom too. My magic and I will be completely at your disposal.
"What do you get out of all this?" John asked. "Just for the sake of curiosity."
"The opportunity to copulate with a human male whenever he desires," replied Emregalia.
"That's it?"
