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There was a man, in his late 20’s. Tall and handsome, with short, sleek blonde hair combed back in luscious waves. His eyes shined as polished lapis, and he strode with a confident gait as his black boots gave a pleasing ‘click, click, click’ as he walked down the stone city street. He wore a blue suit that matched his eyes, trimmed at the hems with a golden silk, and whose white lapels crossed each other in such a way it gave the semblance of a shield. At his shoulders golden tassels could be seen, softly swaying with each step. His pants were of excellent make and were of snow white. At his hip could be seen a sheathed rapier, with a burnished bronzed guard.

As he walked down this street, along buildings of stone and wood, people would see him and step aside - allowing him the right of way with a courteous bow. He was Gerard Felwüd, a local count. He was often seen on this street - or at least, often enough, that the more regular folk would recognize him immediately. This, along with the seedy nature of the district, in particular, earned him the nickname the “Lord of Shades”. Above, a woman whose top was completely exposed poked her upper body out of a brothel window.

“Good morn’, Milord Shade - fancy ta stop an’ try a taste?” Came her playful voice, stroking one of her breasts as if to entice him.

“I’d sooner put my bastard in a goblin.” Came his equally crude and off-handed reply.

The girl, clearly not offended, laughed at the retort. It was common enough knowledge that Gerard only had one intention whenever he traveled this road. “Suppose me ears ain’t long enough, aye?” There was a yell from inside and the woman rolled her eyes, pulling back in and shutting the window.

It wasn’t long before he reached his destination - a brothel, larger and clearly better kept than the others that littered the alleys. Above the door was a wooden sign, hung by a metal pole depicting the image of a rainbow and gold. “Rainbow’s End”, as it was named, for its wide selection of girls from varying races and the fact it was at the end of the block. Without hesitating, he opened the door and pushed inside.

The room he entered wasn’t all that large but was lavishly adorned. At his feet was an all-encompassing crimson carpet, embroidered in a gold-like thread in exquisite geometric patterns. Along the walls were shelves, decorated with marble statuettes of various things - elegant winged humans, beauties of the female form, knights in armor, and strange monstrosities. All of made with incredible detail, to the point they might seem like they might come to life at any moment. Across from him was a counter of rich wood, polished to a gleam. Beside it to either side were wide staircases - one leading upward, and another downwards.

“Welcome back, Lord Felwüd.” Came the voice of a man standing at a counter. He was a bit on the stouter side, and his hair was nearly gone. His eyes were brown as mud, and he had a lengthy brown mustache sitting above his lip. He wore a gaudy black suit, adorned with a single ruby red rose.

“Harold. I want my usual, bottom room.” Gerard said bluntly.

“Of course, Lord Felwüd!” The man, Harold, rang a bell on the desk in front of him. At once a woman appeared from a curtain behind him, who quickly retreated after being given her orders. “I trust you will want to continue your reservation, My Lord?” His hands, adorned with gold and silver rings, rubbed together in anticipation.

“Naturally.” The noble pulled out a large bag of coins and dropped it on the desk, causing a pleasing ‘chink’ as the metal jingled.

Harold gave a deep bow. “Our establishment ever thanks you for your continued patronage, My Lord.”

The ‘reservation’ in question was for a particular whore, one whom Gerard had no intention of sharing with anyone else - or at least after he had met her. He had considered simply buying her and taking her to his estate, and though he didn’t care about being seen at a brothel, there was a great difference between visiting a whore-house and taking one home. Given the nature of his mistress, and the length of time she would go unused, this ended up being a ridiculous sum of money.

“I trust no one has given you any trouble?” he asked the keeper.

“Trouble? No, My Lord. Just pettiness, if anything.” Harold chuckled. “I must say though, you make many a man curse your name for hogging the only elf in the shop.” He said, sorting through the contents of the bag. “But even the pushiest of them will shut up once I mention your name.”

“Good. If any of them ever try something, name them. I’ll see to it they aren’t seen around here any longer.” His hand caressed the hilt of his blade. He was a noble in name, but his attitude and spirit often caused others to look down on him. However, they’d never dare to say such things in front of him. After all, he had little tolerance for insult and had yet to lose a duel.

“At your will, My Lord. Ah,” Harold noted as the previous woman returned to notify them that all was ready. “It seems she is ready, please allow her to escort you there.”

The room they arrived at if you could really call it that, was more of a cellar. It had a musty atmosphere, dark with the only lighting emanating from a few lamps here and there. The floor was cold, grey stone, but otherwise clean. The escort bowed and left him to indulge himself.

Across from him stood a lone woman. A head or so shorter than Gerard, with equally blonde hair that draped past her shoulders and ruffled at their ends. Her eyes were of emerald gemstones, as was typical of her race, and her face was of such beauty that one wondered if the gods themselves had crafted it. From the sides of her head sprouted the key giveaway that she was an elf - long, slender ears that tapered to a tip. She was completely nude, except for a metal choker at her neck, and aside from her ample bosom had a light frame.

Gerard walked toward her. “Well? What are you waiting for? Disrobe your master.”

“Yes, Master.” She bowed. She started with his suit, unbuttoning the top before sliding it off and letting it fall to the floor.

Gerard slapped her across the face, eliciting something between a gasp and cry of pain from the woman. “I’ve told you this before, fold it first.” He scolded her. “You might not care with that perverted body of yours, but we do.” This wasn’t the first time she had done such a thing, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Truthfully, you wouldn’t find an elf in a brothel. She was an exception and was here by her own will. Gerard knew the reasons and was more than willing to indulge her.

The elf picked up the fallen suit and carefully folded the fabric before setting it aside. Following the suit was the rapier at his side, then the boots at his feet. Finally, she moved on to his pants, undoing them and pulling them along with his undergarments down in tandem.

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She was on her knees, the cold hard floor unpleasantly pushing against her. There in front of her was his cock, large yet still soft, with a bush of wiry black hairs. “Go on, give it a good cleaning. I haven’t washed it in a bit.” came his voice.

Who does he think he is? She thought. This brat is getting ahead of himself, ordering me like some common wench. Yet despite that thought, she found her heart racing as her hand went to her groin. She brought herself closer and was assaulted as his musky fragrance wafted up her nose.

“Start with my balls.” Was the command.

“You could at least have some respect,” she responded. She opened her mouth and gave his full pearls a few deep licks. Agh, it’s so salty.

“Hah?” irritation in his voice. “You should be happy I even deign to visit a hag like you.”

“Men all over the Kingdom would love to visit me.” She insisted. She sucked in one of his jewels into her mouth, playing around it with her tongue.

“Men all over the Kingdom would love to empty themselves in an elf.” Gerard corrected her, over the ‘mmmm’s’ she was letting out as she sucked on his balls.

She let out a wet gasp as the nut escaped her lips. “Illewyn.” She said.

“What?” The young man said confused.

“My name,” Illewyn responded.

“Tch. My sleeve doesn’t need a name.” He followed, grabbing the base of his now erect cock. Illewyn flinched as she felt the ‘thop, thop, thop’, of his dick slapping against her forehead. She opened her eyes to see him smiling down at her. “All you need do is behave like a proper toy.” He grabbed her by the shoulders and twisted her around. “Now bring your ass up.”

She bent forward, lowering her front half as her bare ass rose. “I am not your toy,” she indignantly stated. She felt his hands grab hold of her tight ass, rubbing her plush cheeks before she felt a dull pain ripple through her as he brought his hand down in a forceful slap upon it.

“Oh?” Came the man’s amusement. “I paid for you, have I not?” He brought his hand down again, causing her to stagger forward on the hard floor. “And now I’m playing with you, aren’t I?” He grabbed her by the hip and pulled her close, rubbing his sizeable rod along her womanly entrance. “Sounds like a toy to me,” he chuckled.

Illewyn could feel that thick head prodding at her opening, tasting her wetness. “I’m still a proud eeaaaaah~!” her sentence morphed into a gasping moan as his cock slammed into her.

Her lips trembled as the shock and the sudden sensation jolted through her, locking her jaw shut. As the man pounded away into her body, she could feel her breath coming in short gasps, her spine on fire, her whole body shaking in delight. His long and thick cock penetrated her to a depth she once thought impossible as her heart leaped out of her chest, pounding in time to the heavy thwack of his hips.

Her pussy clenched down hard, grabbing onto his thick cock as her cunt rippled around it. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh….haaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHH.” She strained and shook as his cock danced within her. “Ohhh….t-to think, an elf like me… ohhhh….” Her mouth opened and closed as it rasped out words as she gagged on her breaths. Used like a common plaything… A glance at the hulking man showed him to have put all his strength into it as he thrust into her over and over, thrusting and withdrawing with powerful strokes.

“Huhf,” he grunted. “An elf?” he grabbed her by the hair and used them like reigns to arch her back. “Where do you see an elf?” Gerard asked as he plowed into her. “All I see... huhf…Is some whore enjoying my cock,”

“Y-you…hah…vulgar hu-human, oh gods..” she blurted out, biting her lips as her head was forcefully pulled back. Then suddenly she was thrust forward, face smacking the floor as Gerard drove her down with his weight.

“Did I just hear you call your master vulgar?” He demanded, pinning her shoulder down.

“Uuuuuu,” she moaned out between clenched teeth. “Y-yes, my master is a crass and vile human.” She admitted the affront. “Too young… OH!... to even be considered a child.”

“Hah, then what does that make you?” he said, grinding deep inside her. “Whose cunt… huhf… is begging for… a drink!” He grunted each bit of the sentence, before piercing as deep as he could - until he felt his tip reach the end of her tunnel.

“Ohhhh…” Her body shook under his grip as she let out soft and sweet moans - reaching her climax as she felt that disgusting warmth begin to flood her deepest depths. Oh god… there’s so much… He hovered over her for a good while, emptying his balls inside her as their hot panting heated up the basement air.

Eventually, he pulled out, rising up as she lay there on the floor. Illewyn could feel the cum ooze out of her abused sex. “Phew,” he let out a sigh. He must have knelt down because he could feel him spreading her open. “One of these days I’m gonna watch that belly of yours swell.” He said, inspecting his handiwork.

“Hah..hah…” she let out some tired breaths of her own. “I..I doubt it..” She knew that humans and elves couldn’t interbreed. But still, she thought. If they could… Her lust began to flare up at the thought.

“True enough,” Gerard conceded. “However, I’ve obtained some very interesting information…” He rolled her over onto her back, caressing her belly that rose and fell with her breath. “ Maybe I’ll be able to put some bastards in here after all.” He smiled at her. “How would you like that? Pouring your Elven heritage into a ‘crass and vile’ human baby?” Illewyn must have been smiling because Gerard looked pleased with her answer. “Good. I’ll be back later.” And with that, he left her there, like a spent rag, for one of the workers to clean up.