Wetwork
A skilled high-elven rogue is captured and mercilessly sissified by the Amazonian mistress he was originally sent to kill.
This is not usually what I write about, but for some reason the idea got stuck in my head and refused to go away. So I wrote it.
If you're a follower of mine and this subject matter ain't your cup of tea, don't worry. This won't be a regular thing.
{All characters depicted in this work of fiction are of legal age of consent.}
Rilae could feel it coming. That rushing of pleasure, rippling its way up from her toes in the ridiculous stilettoes mistress made her wear, up through her wobbling, slender legs and touched her loins. It ached between her thighs, a sensation of pure joy that drove her mind mad for more. She wanted to progress to the next stage. To feel more. To feel the release and become one with this agonising bliss.
The high-elf lost the run of herself. She reached down, breaking all the rules mistress had laid out and she touched herself. Her ass first, her other hand still desperately gripping the wall for balance. She was already knock-kneed and struggling with the height of her heels, ankles threatening to buckle with the next set of tremors shaking her sex-hungry body. She stroked a slender hand over the sleek curve of her cheeks and slid a finger between the globes, touching the pink heart-shaped gem of the butt-plug lodged firmly in her ass.
The device already hummed and vibrated, magically injecting the purest essence of pleasure into her core. It was what drove her wild on the medium setting and Rilae thought in a moment of lusty desperation that if she could press it, if she could wiggle it just a little against her sensitive inner muscles maybe she could override the will of her mistress' wand and finally just cum.
As she did however, she jolted at the sound of Mistress Valia's tongue clucking loudly. "Tsk, tsk, Rilae. You know the rules."
Rilae looked over her shoulder, her slanted high-elven features usually twisted into an austere scowl having broken hours ago. Instead, her emerald green eyes were pleading, her naturally red lips were parted as she panted with desperation. Her slender, white brows were arched completing her mixed aspect of pleasure and pure, primal need for release.
Despite her predicament, Rilae was still made up nicely. Her mistress had made sure of that. Dressed her in these sexy boots with semi opaque tights, a sleek leather corset that gave a more exaggerated curviness to her flat chest and a pair of silky black panties that now hung uselessly around her knees. The dark colours of the scant attire, as well as the dark makeup around her eyes held a rather nice contrast against her pale, flawless skin.
Seated across the room, Mistress Valia was dressed much more pragmatic. A savannah Amazonian, the antro lioness lounged with her powerful legs crossed, watching her new pet intensely. Her armour was moulded to the sleek athletic curvature of her golden furry body, a leather skirt hiked up by the way she sat and tall knee-high boots laced up over her calves.
Gripped in one gauntleted hand like a quill was a long slender wand, magically attuned to the toy in Rilae's ass.
The lioness' lips stretched into a wicked grin as she drew back the wand and used the tip to brush a few golden locks of hair from her predatory red eyes. As she did, the link was cut and Rilae felt herself crash. The pleasure withdrew and Rilae was left hanging, denied.
She clenched, returning both hands to the wall for support and looked down. As she did, she saw her slender cock twitch, another glob of precum joining the rest as it ran down the underside of the slim member and dribbled from her bald scrotum.
"Please, mistress. I need to cum," Rilae begged, fighting the need to reach down and pump her cock with both hands until she ejaculated.
"Not until you answer my question, pet," Valia purred. "What are you?"
Rilae knew exactly what to say. She was done fighting it. She gave in, without hesitation. "I'm yours, mistress. I'm your little cumslut. I live to be yours, to service you, to make you cum and cum for you on your command. My holes are yours to defile. My cock is yours to use as you like."
"Yes, I know that," Valia sighed, and with a sinking heart Rilea heard a tinge of boredom in her voice. That wouldn't bode well. If mistress was bored she was prone to stopping what she was doing, and Rilae wasn't sure if she'd survive another moment of being denied release. "But what are you?"
Rilae realised what Mistress Valia wanted to hear and blurted it out. "I'm a girl! I'm a little elf slut cumdumpster!" the high-elf broke down sobbing. "I'm a girl with sensitive nipples and a tiny little girl-cock! Oh, Gods, my little girl-cock is so desperate to cum, mistress! Please make me cum!"
"Oh, you want to cum, do you?" Valia giggled, pretending to have not noticed this for the past hour.
"Yes!"
"When do you want to cum?"
"Now-..." she quickly stifled the word as soon as she said it. "I mean... at your command, mistress! I want you to command the toy in my butt-pussy and make me shoot my load all over this wall!" Rilae stuck her ass out a little more and wiggled it from side to side as if to emphasise the point. "Please mistress! I feel like I'll explode."
Valia hummed. Licking her lips. "Come here then, pet."
Rilae swallowed and looked over her shoulder again, gauging the distance between them. It couldn't have been more than ten feet across the room. But Rilae's legs were weak and shaking, and it was taking every ounce of effort just staying on her feet in these killer high heels.
One step at a time though, the high-elf managed to turn and staggered towards where Mistress Valia lounged. She was devoid of all the usual grace reserved for a skilled rogue of pure elven blood. Whereas before she could have danced about a battlefield with naught but a pair of blades and cut a bloody swathe through entire armies, now she walked stiffly, planting her feet awkwardly, her glistening, dripping member bobbing with every step as her ass clenched down on the butt-plug as if trying to milk it.
The last few feet her left ankle buckled, but she quickly recovered with a stumble, catching herself on the armrest of the chair.
Valia gave an amused chuckle, then leaned forward until her face was level with Rilae's cock. She then opened her maw wide, bearing a terrifying set of gleaming white fangs, but also stuck her rough pink tongue out invitingly. Then she waved the wand one last time.
The butt-plug engaged. Rilae's eyes widened and gripping her mistress' head firmly in both hands, the high-elf screamed. She rose all the way through every frustration and was taken to the brink. Her body clenched as an orgasm ravaged her very core. The tip of her cock throbbed, as if she was holding in the desperate need to pee, but at the same time her body clenched and she felt a torrent of cum rush against a dam build deep between her thighs. Her body wanted to hold it in, just a little longer, just to bask in the moment for another second.
Then the dam broke.
Thick cum desperate to escape rushed to her crown and pulsed from the tip. Altogether too much to escape through the tiny hole all at once. A few rogue strands went off-target in the release, draping across Valia's muzzle, mingling with her fur and dribbling down her chin. But to her enjoyment, if the hum of a woman taking a deep drink of a very fine wine was anything to go by, most of it painted the roof of her mouth and landed on her tongue.
Five or six spurts later, the pressure finally subsides. Rilae's heart still hammering frantically in her chest she panted for breath, lightheaded, spent and satisfied. And as the excess cum dribbled down her throat, she heard Mistress Valia gulp, before leaning forward a little more, soft wet lips kissing the sensitive crown. Bit by bit the warmth of her mouth slid down the shaft of Rilae's slender cock, before all five inches of the little elven member were engulfed. Valia kissed her right down to the base, before tongue slid out to rake along Rilae's balls as well.
Rilae gave a shuddering sigh of satisfaction, pure happiness etched across her face. Gone was the male rogue who had buried more foes of the royal family than the kingdom had crowned kings. Standing in his place was a slutty high-elven sissy ready to embrace all the pleasures Mistress Valia could offer...
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