The Deviant Dominant Ch 15

Chapter 15 - The Wyvern Guildmaster

Elvira was stunned. She had tried to anticipate the trickery -- she'd known it was coming in some form or another -- but still, she was blindsided. "If Laera is your date, then why am I coming?"

"You are going to document everything," Lukas said, handing her a parchment and a pen. "What we see, what we eat, what we do. You'll keep your distance, but this task will require you to stay focused on us so you don't miss anything."

"Fuck you," the older Anoran cursed, the beginnings of tears beginning to form in her eyes. The carriage began moving, carrying them off to the first part of Elvira's dream date.

They arrived at the vineyard that Elvira had specially picked out. Lukas and Laera took a short tour of the property, enjoying some of their most popular wines and some that had yet to be released to the public. Elvira stayed a good distance away, dutifully scribbling down notes as they enjoyed their wine tasting. She had recovered from the initial sadistic twist of the night's fate, but was still fuming at the gall of the tall Dominant.

The couple were then guided into a dining area. In a gentlemanly flourish, Lukas pulled out Laera's chair for her. Once seated, they were presented a frilly-fonted menu, and ordered a pair of house specials. Elvira watched with envy from a corner, lapsing in her task of documenting everything. Occasionally, she would catch herself staring and jolt back to reality, her pen frantically swirling as she tried to catch up.

The two lovers chatted while they waited for their meal to arrive. Laera giggled as Lukas told her about the time one of his friends from Fernin had dared him to sneak onto old man Hank's farm. His goal had been to ride the bull for as long as he could hang on. He had lasted a respectable amount of time on its bucking back, but had completely forgotten about the red handkerchief hanging out the back pocket of his pants, which had caused him quite the problem after the understandably irate beast had thrown him off.

Laera was enthralled with his story. Her laughter carried over to the extremities of the dining room, where her scowling older sister was situated. The meal arrived shortly after atop plates with golden designs around its borders. A couple of artfully pastried steaks were centered on each plate with a side of grilled vegetables and creamy mashed potatoes. Elvira continued writing furiously on the parchment as she watched her sister enjoy the meal that should have been hers.

The carriage carried them back into Vandhoven, to a small comedy venue in the heart of the city. Elvira was told to wait in the lobby; she had not been granted a ticket. Unable to witness the actual show itself, she was privy to the roars of laughter coming from within. Lukas and Laera emerged after the show, her arm draped around his shoulder and both of their faces grinning from ear to ear.

"I had a great time tonight," said the tall Adventurer as he guided his date to the carriage. "Thank you for joining me."

"Thanks for inviting me," she giggled.

They headed back to the mansion for the final part of the night, which would be spent in Laera's bedroom. Arriving at the front door, Lukas gave Laera a passionate kiss and then ordered her to go to her room and prepare herself for him. She blew him another kiss before turning and disappearing into the residence.

Lukas turned to the remaining Anoran. "I will ensure that the door that connects your rooms is cracked," said Lukas. "I expect you to write down every single detail."

"You can't be serious!" Elvira exclaimed. "This is too far, Lukas!"

"I am dead serious," he said, and then walked off to the bedroom where his prize awaited.

Elvira was left standing at the entrance to the mansion, fuming. She stomped her foot in anger at the situation -- a comparatively major betrayal of her true feelings that she was glad neither her sister nor Lukas had witnessed. The hijacked date had spiraled out of control, scorching her in a pantheon of emotions. After regaining her composure, she reluctantly went up to her room and moved her desk close to the connecting door. She waited, her pen poised over the parchment, ready for Lukas to grant the sliver of access. A moment later, the door inched open just enough.

A part of her wanted to resist on principle. Another part spun a lie about how she would only do it to make amends with her sister. The truth was that couldn't help herself; she wanted to see Lukas' cock again. It was a truth she couldn't even wholly deny. She loathed herself for it, but there she was, peering through a crack at Lukas' naked buttocks, praying that he would turn around and give her what she wanted. He did exactly that, commanding his eighteen-year-old submissive to kneel in front of him in a specific and incredibly convenient spot. He'd been quite serious about having the older sister document everything.

Elvira saw it happen in slow motion. Lukas' cock appeared and began growing rapidly. The hardening was slow, the flesh swelling and stretching. It reached its full length and then stayed there; her eyes drank in every inch of it. Her heart beat in her ears as she salivated, wishing she was the one kneeling on the floor in front of him.

The Dominant then gave another command. "Open." Both Laera and Elvira obeyed, opening their mouths. The younger Anoran stuck her tongue out to greet the tip of his cock. The next order was one Elvira was unable to comply with. "Suck."

Elvira felt a wetness begin to grow between her legs. She was trapped watching her little sister suck her date's cock, unable to stop herself from enjoying the sight. Lukas grabbed her head, moving her face up and down the length of his shaft. She was taking the full length of him into her mouth. Elvira felt jealous rage mixing together with her arousal. How was her younger sister able to handle the size of him? The older sister's competitive nature convinced her she could take the entire length too, already forgetting her struggle from two nights prior.

Her fingers slipped between her thighs. Unable to stop herself, she rubbed herself as she watched Lukas thrust his hips forward. The Dominant was getting rougher with her sister, grabbing her hair and forcing his cock in and out of her mouth. Laera's eyes looked up, her big blue eyes shining with submission as she kept sucking while getting face fucked. Elvira found herself on the edge, her fingers rubbing her clit furiously as she watched him use her sister. The promised orgasm crashed over her, sending her reeling to the floor.

Lukas decided it was time to fuck. He pulled his cock out of Laera's mouth, his shaft pulsing angrily at being deprived of her greatly improved oral skills. He ordered her to get up on the bed, and she did as she was told. She crawled up on all fours, spreading her ass cheeks wide. The Dominant got behind her and lined his cock up with her cunt. His hand slapped the round cheek of her ass, and he thrust his hips forward. His dick disappeared into the younger Anoran, causing her to let out a moan of pleasure. He began thrusting in and out of her, enjoying her warm tightness.

The sounds of sex echoed from the room next door. Elvira scribbled fervently as she watched, trying to capture every detail. She was in awe of how big Lukas' cock looked inside Laera's tight pussy. He pounded his wanton slut, egged on by her cries of pleasure.

Laera was loving every second of it. "Fuck me! Use your little fucktoy! I love the way your huge cock feels in my tight pussy."

Elvira was captivated by the sight of her taskmaster's cock slamming into her sister. The Dominant grabbed her blonde hair, using it as leverage as he fucked her from behind. A cry escaped Laera's lips, her body shaking as she came on Lukas' cock. He held her in place, continuing to pump into her.

Lukas' grunts grew louder. He gripped his submissive's hips with his strong hands as he bucked wildly. He was getting closer, Elvira realized. Her pen raced across the page, recording his every movement. Laera's ass jiggled with each thrust of his cock, her gorgeous face looking back at him with a mixture of lust and submission. She began moaning louder, another orgasm on its way.

Lukas was reaching his climax; the walls of Laera's pussy were tightening around his shaft. "You are a good fucktoy," he grunted. "Take my cock like the slut you are. Cumming! I'm fucking cumming!"

The Dominant buried himself balls deep inside his prize, unloading his seed into her cunt. Laera began shaking, her orgasm triggered by the filling of her pussy. He held himself in place for much of his climax, then gave a few last thrusts, making sure every drop was deposited inside of her.

Lukas pulled his spent cock out of Laera, who collapsed on the bed. The Dominant laid down next to his prize, holding her close to him. The couple cuddle, their bodies slick with sweat and the young girl's pussy filled with cum.

Elvira sat on the floor of her room, her legs splayed wide and a hungry look on her face. She finished writing on the parchment, doing her duty in spite of her selfish detour.

Lukas slipped out of Laera's room and walked the short distance down the hall to Elvira's door. Without knocking, he pushed it open and entered, catching Elvira off guard. She hastily pulled up her panties. She scowled at him, but kept her voice down. "What are you doing here? Didn't anyone teach you to knock?"

"I'm just checking to ensure that you finished," he said with a mischievous grin. He glanced around; Gemma's unique furniture was still lined up along the wall.

"You want evidence?" the elf sneered. She approached him and shoved her wet fingers up at his face, aiming for his nose, but Lukas' reflexes were too quick for her. He caught her by the wrist.

Lukas took a sniff, and then smirked. "I wasn't referring to that finish," he said smugly, still gripping her wrist. "Did you finish your task?"

"That was one hell of a task," she said, ripping her arm from him. She grabbed her parchment and handed him the written account of their date. "I think it should count as both your tasks. Setting up the date, and then writing it all down -- especially that last part."

"Not a chance," he said. "What did you learn?"

"What did I learn? You're a cheeky little fucker." Elvira's scowl deepened as she glared at him. "You're enjoying this, aren't you -- watching me squirm? It's not enough to humiliate me in public. You have to come in here and make me humiliate myself in my own room." She clenched her jaw, struggling to decide whether to throw him out of the same door he'd barged in, or to open a different, metaphorical door.

"I learned I picked a vengeful enemy," she said, the tension between them palpable. Elvira's opal eyes flashed with anger, but beneath it was a hint of respect. "That was cruel -- really cruel. I saw my sister get treated like a queen while I was tossed aside."

She took a deep breath. It did little to ease the tightness in her voice. "I hate admitting this, but it was a very fitting punishment. I tried to do that to her. I didn't intend to, but I was blinded by my own ambition... jealousy... whatever it was. I was an absolute bitch to my sister -- and also to you. I've apologized several times to Laera, but I've never apologized to you. I'm sorry for treating you with such disrespect and breaking your trust."

"That's a good start, Elvira. I hope you are being sincere."

There was a long pause. "I hope I am, too," she said with sadness weighing in her eyes.

She glanced around at her room, unable to maintain eye contact with Lukas. "Get out of here before Laera finds you," she teased softly. "I don't want her to add more punishments."

"Really? I thought you were starting to enjoy some of them."

Lukas choose to make a hasty retreat from the room as a flustered Elvira swatted at his broad shoulders

***

The following morning, the Adventurers helped Elvira prepare for her party with the hour they had before the ceremony. Lukas' and Gemma's height were utilized to help decorate. Gwyn, who would normally be the most helpful, was quietly chattering with Laera about her date. The young elf blushed as Gwyn pushed for the more intimate details. Fiona and Lucy were given the task of searching through Elvira's old clothes and finding dresses that would be suitable for them and Gwyn. Elvira assumed nothing of hers would fit Gemma, but the tall brunette did still have the dress she'd worn for her first date with Lukas.

A very stressed Elvira rushed around trying to accomplish everything at once before finally they departed for the Grand Hall of the Wyvern Guild. Similar to the event they'd attended in Eberlorn, the venue was organized and arranged to host the well-attended ceremony. There were countless rows of chairs all facing the stage.

Elvira headed somewhere backstage, leaving Lukas and the girls to find seats and sit down. They found a set only a couple of rows back from the front, but Fiona didn't join them immediately. Lukas wasn't sure what she was up to, but he guessed it was important.

The murmur of conversations consistently grew as they waited for the ceremony to begin. They chatted with a few nearby Adventurers, learning a little more about Vandhoven. The crowd was growing restless as the minutes ticked by.

After a short while, a familiar voice rang through the room from up on the stage. "Silence, please!" Fiona still hadn't returned to claim the seat Lukas had saved for her. Elvira hadn't yet taken the stage.

The crowd settled down quickly after hearing Marshal Jain's voice. "Today we gather to celebrate our new Guildmaster, Elvira! It is an honor to have her join our leadership. She has proven herself capable and wise beyond her years. I know she will help the Guild grow even more prosperous and powerful."

While the Marshal spoke, Fiona snuck back into her seat, a mischievous fire dancing in her eyes. "Where've you been?" Lukas whispered over to her. The redhead winked at him and then handed him her panties, which had been balled up in her hand.

Marshal Jain continued. "So without further ado, allow me to present our new Guildmaster!"

The curtains to the side of the stage drew open. Elvira stepped out, a fine maroon dress shimmered in the light as she strode on to the center of the stage. The dress hugged her curves in a tantalizing way, but it was not her sensuous figure that was most noticeable. Lukas -- and most everyone seated in the front -- was privy to a much more scandalous sight.

Elvira's platinum blonde hair was disheveled, her makeup smeared. It was uncharacteristic of the Anoran to look so unkempt, especially on her big day. Her eyes had a dazed quality to them, but what finally tipped Lukas off was the clear, glistening liquid dripping down her chin.

With wide eyes Lukas slowly looked back over to Fiona. "Wow," he mouthed. The redhead just sat back with her arms crossed, the smuggest look plastered on her face. To Fiona's credit, Elvira had looked very stressed earlier that morning. On the stage in front of them, she just simply looked stunned. Still, Lukas heard excited whispers around him as others tried to figure out what was going on.

If Marshal Jain noticed anything off about Elvira's appearance, he hid it well. "Elvira, are you prepared to be sworn in as the Guildmaster of the Wyvern Guild?"

The young leader nodded, her confident composure slowly returning. "I am ready, Marshal Jain."

The Marshal summoned the guild's Treasurer, who brought forth a beautifully crafted sword. Marshal Jain raised the weapon into the air, and it glowed with divine energy. He lowered the blade, presenting its handle to Elvira. The elf took the sword, both hands gripping the hilt. She held it in front of her, the blade sticking straight up.

"Repeat after me," the Marshal intoned. "By my hand and by my heart, I swear to defend the balance of this world. I will be a champion for the innocent and a vanquisher for the evil. May my reign as Guildmaster of the Wyvern Guild be marked by glory, prosperity, and the unwavering dedication to the sacred Adventuring quest." After he spoke, Elvira repeated the words after him, her voice strong and sure.

Once she was finished, Marshal Jain nodded his head in approval, prompting a large cheer from the crowd. The new Guildmaster returned the ceremonial sword to the guild officer. After returning the blade to the treasurer, the Marshal spoke to the crowd. "We will hear some brief words from our new Guildmaster, and then the newly appointed Deputy Guildmaster will follow her."

Elvira smiled. The salacious juices on her chin had less of a sheen as they slowly dried. "I'm honored to be standing before you all today, my fellow Adventurers and friends. I promise you that we have exciting times ahead, and I will lead the Wyvern Guild to even greater prosperity. We will tackle any challenges that will come our way."

Lukas watched her intently. Even with the humorous evidence of Fiona's domination crusted on her face, the elf was off to a good start. Her blue eyes were burning with uncontained enthusiasm as she continued. "The Mystic Forest needs pruning. We will answer that call! The community of Vandhoven and the settlements that surround it need our support. We will answer that call! The Tournament of Immortal Heroes beckons us to glory. We will answer that call -- and dammit, we are going to beat those Anoran teams and those capital teams! This is our moment!" Elvira raised her arm in the air as the crowd roared.

Lukas couldn't help but admire the young Guildmaster. Lukas couldn't help but admire the young Guildmaster. Despite being occasionally put off by her arrogance -- and, of course, the obvious point of contention not yet wholly resolved -- he could admit that she seemed well suited to her new role. He cheered with the crowd. They watched Elvira give one last confident smile at her new guild, and then she settled into a chair on the stage.

David arose and addressed the crowd. "What a wonderful ceremony. I'm grateful to have been appointed to be your Deputy Guildmaster. As her former rival in the Guildmaster race, I applaud Elvira's decision to include me in the next chapter of the Wyvern Guild -- though I do wonder if she only chose me because I look like a walking history book." Some laughs erupted from the audience.

"I do know some fun secrets about Vandhoven," the older man said. "I am pleased to pledge my decades of experience to help lead this guild. Thank you all!"

Marshal Jain took David's place on the stage. "That was short and sweet. I don't know about you all, but that's a really good sign from the incoming leadership. Jaren sure knew how to talk." His remark earned a few chuckles. "That will conclude the ceremony. For people who wish to stick around, the guild officers will be available to field any questions."

Needing no additional cue, Lukas and his girls arose and snaked their way through the bustling crowd to the exit. Once outside, Laera had to ask the question that had been bothering her the entire ceremony. "What was with Elvira's face? Did someone smash a pear on it or something?" Several of the girls giggled as they hastily walked down the streets towards the Mystic Forest.

Nearly half the day was already gone, but Lukas was anxious to journey to the caves. He wanted his next experience level. The party was greeted by a pair of rock golems in the entrance room. Gemma and Lukas sprang into action, each targeting one of the stony giants. With sheer brute force, Gemma drove her larger sword straight through the golem's core. Lukas expertly sliced his twin blades through a stony leg before lopping off its head, watching as his foe crumbled to the ground.

The battle was brief and granted them a paltry amount of experience. Nonetheless, Lukas was surprised to feel a surge of warmth rise within him as he reached level ten.