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Act 1: The Arrival of the Maid

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Lifts-Her-Tail suddenly awakened to find that she was soundly safe in her bed. Her body beaded with sweat she was sure the Mistress was going to have her killed in her sleep. She sits up and quickly exits her bed, throwing her sheets aside and adjusting her night gown to cover her wet pussy. Her nail gently rubbed her clit and she let out a gentle moan. Her eyes quickly snap open as she realizes that her fingers were sticky and smelled of sex.

She stood up and walked to her door seeing that her master was already awake and walking down the hall towards the bathroom, wearing only his undergarments. She felt her womanhood quiver and she shut her door in anger at herself.

She walked across the polished and clean wood floor to her chest. She pulled out her white plain corset, an Argonian maid's dress that was blue with a green strip about the waist, and her necessary undergarments. She dropped her gown and kicked it to the side.

Her nude body in full view now she stretched to loosen her body for the following day. She leaned to the side until her waist was straight but her chest was as far rotated as possible. She did this quickly over and over, her thighs tightening, her breasts quickly bouncing back and forth like a pendulum. She split her legs and slowly bent over, her tail lifting, her small but firm

She grabbed her panties and pulled them up and pulled up a pair of blue shorts to cover her lower self more. She put on her corset and pulled the laces tight, until the pressure made it difficult to breathe. She loosened it slightly and then tied it off, her perky breasts now ample and full. She pulled her dress over her head and let it drop so her arms were inside. She slowly worked her tail through a special hole in the back of her dress to make it comfortable for her, she then put her arms through her sleeves and she was done.

She smiled at herself in the mirror, her dull claws running across her face slowly, she closed her eyes and sighed. She turned and marched out into the hall. She headed down the stairs immediately and found herself cooking breakfast with the cook. To her he was repulsive, he smelled of sweat and spices. She looked at him kindly as he rambled on and on about his old life in Hammerfell, with his adopted family. His rich dark skin tensed when he spoke of the reason for his servitude. He told her how the only way to keep his family home was to leave his family and work for an imperial Aristocrat.

"I was no more then 15 when I came to the city looking for work, and after being passed around for years I was put here with Lord Corto." His voice was scratchy and strained. "He is the first Lord ever to treat me kindly."

"I understand you fully." Lifts-Her-Tail said softly looking at the Bosmer man. His body was in its prime. He was no more then 30 years old yet he seemed older.

"I understand you and the Lord had a dispute yesterday?"

"Misunderstood yesterday is all." Her voice was not solid, almost shaky.

"You like the Lord?"

"He is a nice Lord, mistress nice as well."

"The mistress is very cautious too." He smiled kindly at her. "Also...that is not what I meant deary."

"Oh..."

"Yes."

Shyly she smiled and nodded cautiously. "I don't want to...but I do."

"Oh deary."

"I need some way to forget him." She sighed and began to walk out.

"I could help."

"What?"

The Bosmer man shyly looked away. "I could help....Maybe you will have a little piece, or you will completely forget your lust for him."

"OK." Lifts-Her-Tail said kindly as she brought out the food to her Lord Corto and wife. She lay the tray in the middle of the table and slowly handed the appropriate food to the correct person. She smiled at both as she moved and left the room. As she left she looked back at Corto who was staring at her but quickly blinked and focused on his wife as she turned her head back from the food.

The Lord and Lady ate quickly before retiring in their bedroom for the night. The Bosmer cook was told to bring them a bottle of Alto Wine so they could have a liquid refreshment. When the Bosmer returned he smiled at Lifts-Her-Tail. "We have not been properly introduced." He smiled a brightly, his teeth a misaligned jumble. "I am Arthen"

"I am called Lifts-Her-Tail." She curtsied lifting her short skirt up slightly.

Arthen turned away and clenched his fist. "Damn."

"What?" She was worried she had offended him some way.

"You wearing shorts."

"Yes?" She was confused, looking to find some reason that her shorts were important.

"I was hoping to see something."Arthen chuckled, his eyes now held a sort of anger or rage.

"Oh? What?"

"Something warm wet and tight."

"OH!" She was shocked, nobody as asked to she her like that, she was never taught what to do. Thinking only of trying to forget her master's body she smiled at Arthen and began to reveal hers. First she dropped her dress revealing her plain corset and short.

"Now that is more like it." The Bosmer male tore off his shirt and quickly approached her. "Now let me make you forget Lord Corto." He dropped his grabbed the clothes and then slapped her ass. "Get up to your room, I'll be there soon."

Lifts-Her-Tail nodded and headed up to her bedroom, she began pacing, she knew he was going to have sex with her, and she was scared. She was not virgin, but she still didn't want to be hurt like the last man who took her did.

Arthen suddenly appeared and grinned he was now in nothing but his loose undergarments. She could easily spot his hard manhood. She walked over, shut the door and smiled as Arthen took her hands and put them on his cock. "Something the matter?"

"I'm just confused...Is this what supposed to happen."

"Of course." He smiled. "You wanna fuck Corto, so what you need to do is fuck someone else...and better."

"Really?"

"Yeah. What you need to do is fall for something or one else." Arthen moved toward her, his raspy voice whispering in her ear as he pressed his soft hand into her crotch, she grabbed his arm and held back a moan, looking into his lustful eyes. "Let me take up that role." He kissed her the corner of her mouth, "I can be your new desire." He licked her neck making Lifts-Her-Tail moan slightly, releasing his arm and letting him rule her.

"Please. Gentle. Not lots of sex experience."

"Of course." Arthen smiled and threw her down onto the bed and tore off her clothes, revealing a wet, throbbing pussy and a set of ample breasts with perfectly perky nipples. He smirked as he dropped his undergarments revealing what appeared to be a five inch stiff manstick. "Prepare to be made into a real woman."

"I said gentle."

"I know." Arthen pinned her down, slowly sliding his cock into her, her voice sounded cracked and surprised when she gasped. "Feeling good?"

"I think so."

"Good." He bent down and kissed her tenderly before bucking a couple times making her scream slightly. "You feel fucking great."

"Thank you."

"Now to let you feel me at my best." He winked and kissed her again. This time his tongue danced with hers in a flaming motion. He broke the kiss, grinned and began to pump slowly, making Lifts-Her-Tail cringe slightly but moan with each motion. Gradually he pumped harder and deeper and faster until Lifts-Her-Tail was almost in tears from the pain but still overwhelmed by the pleasure.

"I...said...gen...tle...please." She said in between her loud vicious moans.

"I know what you fucking said!" Arthen was gripping her arms tightly, drawing blood with his nails and he bit her neck making her moan and scream again. "But I am making you a real woman remember."

"And this is...How!?" Her voice was cracking as she felt his pumps slam against her viciously

"Yes!" Arthen threw his head up and eyes went wide and up as his pumping became erratic and aggressive and almost violent making Lifts-Her-Tail cry out in shear pain. "Yes! Fuck yes!"

As Arthen released is baby broth into Lifts-Her-Tail she fantasized it being Lord Corto gently kissing her as he released but the sudden violent shock of a flurry of pumps to finally finish Arthen off, startled her back into the cruel reality. She felt his hot elf cream flood her insides as he threw his head up again and moaned, and collapsed next to her, his cock soft and dribbling on to him.

Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes into hours. And four hours of a one hundred pound elf sleeping on the unsatisfied Lifts-Her-Tail came and went. He finally woke up and smiled at her. "Now how do you feel." He moved off her and onto his back, "Any different?"

"Yes. Different." She was angry she let him violate her, but she also felt confused by some of the things he said.

"Well you should. You pleased your man." He chuckled and let his head fall back further into her bed. "That makes you a good woman."

Lifts-Her-Tail's eyes widened, she thought to herself, ~Could he be telling the truth. Is that how a good woman acts?~

"You just gotta learn a little and you'll be fine." He sighed and drifted off again.

~I plan to learn, and I will be fine...just not your woman. I want real man, not an over confidant elf.~ She sighed and laid back next to the elf. ~Not him, not this Horker of a elf.~ She smiled and thought of Corto's kiss and his smell and she slowly drifted off to sleep as the thick slime of the elf seeped out of her.