The Queen of Phalli - Ch. 01

A new cycle begins, one less before I leave these empty halls for the grand temple. First things first, time for breakfast.

With the ring of a bell I summon my servant, a plump human whose actual name I always fail to recollect, I just call her Maryl. Synafae gave her to me as a parting gift, she was little more than a child back then. Humans grow old so quickly.

"A fine day to you, Mistress." She greets me.

"After all these years spent in the Underdark, you still use the word day instead of cycle. If I didn't know better, I would say you miss your life on the surface."

"Not at all, Mistress." She reassures me. "Serving you gives me purpose, it is more than a lowly rivvil such as myself deserves." She is so cute when she is being all submissive like that. "Should I fetch your dress, Mistress? Or would you like me to please you first?"

I admit I do feel a little aroused, as I often do right after waking up. But that might make me late for Veldrina's lecture. I'll never hear the end of it.

"Mistress?"

Ah, what the hells! In two cycles' time, I won't have to listen to her ramblings anymore. I lay back on the bed, spread my thighs, and command my servant to do her duty. She smiles as she complies.

Short-lived as they may be, humans are clever. They can be trained to perform pretty much any task in a relatively brief time and this particular task Maryl has learned to perfection. She embraces my thighs and slowly kisses her way to me. She caresses me the way I want her to, nibbles at me the way I want her to, licks me the way I want her to. No need for corrections or commands, all I have to do is lay back and enjoy.

"Is this to your liking, Mistress?" She asks me with my juices all over her lips and chin.

"Don't stop!" I order with a voice that should be commanding but sounds imploring.

She goes back to her duty with enthusiasm. As she finds her way around my pussy with her tongue, I know she is doing so with a smile. As a slave, this is probably one of the few moments when she is in control and, for some reason, that excites me all the more.

Nefail really enjoys it when her slaves struggle; she enjoys the power she has over them. Me? I hate it. Once she decided to take Maryl right in front of me and, on top of that, she had me prepare her for her gigantic phallus. Maryl was barely of age and was scared beyond her wits; no amount of caressing or reassuring could calm her down. I refused to go any further, and big sis did not take that well. She spanked me for several hours, hard enough to make me feel it, but never hard enough to get me where I wanted to go. At least she left young Maryl alone.

I'm almost tempted to tell her to slow down, to enjoy this a little bit more. Alas, I cannot; the rising light from the windows reminds me of duties I can no longer escape. So I cross my legs around her neck and gently force her deeper into me. My thighs tremble as a small flood wets her cheeks. She helps me recover with delicate kisses and caresses until I am myself again.

I rise from my bed not as quickly or gracefully as a Dark Elf should. My bed is soft and my butt is simply... well... very heavy. Synafae always says that I should be proud of my wide hips and booty, even Nefail likes to spank it a lot more than she cares to admit, but I really wish I could move some of that roundness to my disproportionally tiny breasts.

"Maryl, please be honest, does my ass look too big?"

"It looks splendid, Mistress. Besides, mine is not much smaller than yours."

"But you are a human!" I bite my tongue. I doubt she needs to be reminded. "I mean... don't you think it would be better if I were a little more proportionate, like you."

"You are being silly, Mistress. Your figure is worthy of a queen."

If she is trying to manipulate me, she is succeeding. I thank her with a deep kiss, which she eagerly returns.

Minutes that feel like seconds pass until the light reminds me of the time. "Good Goddess!" I shout as I grab my garments and get dressed.

"Mistress, what about your breakfast?"

"No time!" I storm out of my chambers with a ruffled dress, ruffled hair and an empty stomach.

As I cross the bridge between the main hall and the stalactite that is the House Mage tower, the busy streets of beautiful Manzoberranzen call to me from below. Our palace is located on the very roof of the huge cave that welcomes our capital. I can feel a bit of vertigo as I look at the landscape nearly three hundred metres down. It is a chaotic and dangerous place, full of chaotic and dangerous people. Such a sight invites lingering, which at the moment I cannot.

Inside Veldrina's laboratory, the familiar smell of alchemical concoctions welcomes me back. My teacher is scribbling arcane runes on her thirty feet wide blackboard.

"Well if it isn't Malla Elifael herself, fashionably late as usual." Veldrina teases me with a deep voice. She truly is a strange one, she has the voice of a baritone, the body of an adolescent, and the heart of an old crone. She does not show nearly as much skin as a Dark Elf of her looks and stature ought to. She is also somewhat shy, preferring her constructs and contraptions to pleasure slaves. Her lack of promiscuity is almost heretical.

"In a few cycles I will be on my way to Tier Breche, I just want to be prepared."

"My oh my, aren't we eager."

"As I should be! My entire culture revolves around sex and I am still a virgin."

"You poor thing, you do look rather tense. Did you skip your morning session?"

"Indeed I did, I expect you will make up for it."

"I might. Prove to me you have been a diligent student and I will give you a prize. Do sit down, sweetheart." She waves at a stool, standing miniscule in front of the oversized blackboard.

This thing was perhaps conceived for a sylphid or a very tall halfling, it disappears beneath my oversized asscheeks. Contrary to my prediction, it does not break and feels more comfortable than it looks.

Veldrina watches me, studying my reaction. "Here is your assignment for the day." She begins as an invisible force pushes a small desk in front of me. "I want you to write down all the main species of demons from the Abyss."

"Mpf, easy."

"By member size, in ascending order."

I'm tempted to ask why such a simple task, but I know better. As I write down this endless list I am forced to picture all these eldritch abominations, along with their genitalia of every form and size. I am not the biggest demonophile out there, but I can't help feeling a little turned on, especially when I get to the incubi. Synafae and I once summoned an incubus, too bad Nefail found out before we could have our way with him. Goddessdamn it, how am I supposed to sit on this stool? Curse my huge butt. Hold on, did this thing just squeeze me?

"How far along are you, princess?"

"Not that far, honestly." I try to get more comfortable but the chair won't let me, I think it is holding me by the thighs. "I'm done with the incubi, minotaurs are next."

"Ah yes, minotaurs." She murmurs. "Reliable guardians, though they do get rapey with intruders. Should you ever face one, don't try to lose it, it will find you."

My fervid imagination pictures me running through a labyrinth, unable to escape its taurin guardian and its mastodonic penis. I bite my lower lip, as I imagine it squeezing my entire body around its manhood, using me like a cocksleeve until it fills... The stool gives me a yet more robust squeeze, tiny bumps form on its surface and I feel them go up and down along my most sensitive spot.

"Good goddess, what is this thing?"

Veldrina almost hops with joy. "Do you like it? I still have to find a name for it, something along lines of the Charmed Chair, it is a work in progress."

"Well, I am getting your Charmed Chair rather wet."

"I certainly hope so. It reacts to your arousal, the hotter you get the better it performs."

"I can definitely feel that!" I can feel it rise up to my pussy, I hope it won't take my virginity, mother would be crossed.

"Are you close, princess?"

"Close enough!" It would be easier to let myself go if I was alone.

"It's supposed to help horny students such as you concentrate on their studies, by providing a quick climax."

As she utters those words, I reach said climax. My whole body shakes on the chair and for a moment I risk falling off.

"Oh my... that is what I call a shining success."

"Indeed." I mumble. "Are you sure this won't be counterproductive?"

"Nonsense, the chair will let you go as soon as your arousal dissipates."

Good thing Maryl already took care of me. I try to regain my composure and the chair finally lets go of my buttocks. That was intense, but I would've preferred a lot not to have Veldrina staring at me the entire time.

"Are you well, princess? Should I fetch you another seat?"

"You know what, I think I'll stand."

"Most excellent, back to our lesson then. How about some trivia?"

"Sure." I pant. "Why the hells not?"

"Question number one. One thousand years ago Lolath banished all men from Dark Elf society. By what name do we remember this event?"

She is making fun of me. Every Dark Elf knows that. "The Great Passive Aggression."

"Correct." She compliments me, sarcastically. "Let's make this a little bit harder. The Abyss consists in six hundred and sixty-six endless strati, which one of these is Lolath's domain."

Damn it, I'm not entirely sure. I'm positive it was sixty-something. I have to go with my guts.

"Sixty-ninth?"

"Correct. She moved her domain from the sixty sixth to the sixty ninth stratus after her ascension as the supreme Goddess of lust and pleasure."

"May she forever be praised." I add mechanically and the stool gives me a firm squeeze of approval.

"Last question: before the sacred tentacle beast, Lolath had a different sacred animal. What was it?"

"Holy tendrils, why should I need to know that? I mean, isn't studying that chapter of our history borderline heretical?"

"It certainly is frowned upon, nonetheless it was part of my lectures and I expect a smart girl like you to remember that."

Fuck! What was that? An octopus? A cockatrice? No, I do recall it was something disgusting.

"Was it a spider?"

"What do you know, there are some actual brains inside that pretty little head of yours."

"Did I win the prize?"

"You most certainly did. But you will have to wait until tomorrow, good things take time."

"Since we are meeting tomorrow as well, may I leave a little earlier? I wanted to visit the Bazaar."

"What's the hurry, if I may ask?"

"I need to get a present for... someone."

"I see." She grins. "I didn't know the secondborn would be back to visit. So that is what got you so... distracted. Very well, but do try to be on time, dear. Otherwise, I'll keep your prize."

So my morning has gone, but no matter, I have the rest of the cycle to visit the Bazaar. With haste, I return to my chambers and have Maryl help me get ready.

"Mistress, I can't remember the last time you were so excited?"

"How could I not be? On one hand, my life is about to begin, on the other Synafae is coming to visit."

"Really?" She asks. "How long has it been since her last stay at the palace?"

"Two years. Two whole years without word or news. Two whole years with insufferable Nefail as my only sister."

"Mistress, if I may, why doesn't the secondborn visit more often?"

"What are you implying?"

"Nothing, Mistress. I misspoke, please forgive me."

"My sister is under enormous pressure. This is the final year of her novitiate, she will soon face the ordeal of bliss and receive the blessing of the Queen of Phalli."

"Are you not... concerned, Mistress?"

"I am not! Why should I be?"

"Just rumors among the servants, Mistress. They say the ordeal is very dangerous."

"What would slaves know about our rituals and traditions?"

"Well, I have heard from one of the oldest servants that the firstborn once had a twin sister. Two faced the ordeal, only one returned." She falls silent beneath my glare.

"We do not talk about her." I warn her. She meekly gets back to work, with shaky hands and sealed lips. "Besides, if Nefail was able to endure the ordeal, Synafae will do just as well, if not better. She is stronger and wiser than Nefail will ever be, nothing will happen to her."

"I understand, Mistress." She whispers. "Malla Synafae has always been kind to me, I'm concerned about her too."

As time goes by Maryl forgets her place more and more often, and so do I. I reach for her hand. She shivers, perhaps fearing punishment, but she soon understands that I am looking for comfort, not retribution. Before I even realise it, I am sinking in her bosom, holding in my tears and praying to the Goddess not to take my sister away.

All of a sudden the doors fling open and I am forced to dry my tears quickly.

Only two can enter my chambers uninvited and I know that mother is not home.

She is a tall one, my sister Nefail, on her way to become a matron no doubt. The high heels she likes so much, make her yet more imposing. She strides toward me, wrapped in semi-transparent white silk that does little to hide her luscious body, her long legs or the huge rod between them.

I and my servant escape each other's arms and greet the firstborn with due formality. We keep our heads low and wait for her to talk first.

"I require your attendance, little sister."

For something degrading, I'm sure. "I was just about to leave the palace, actually."

"Were you now?" She glares at Maryl, whose white cheeks turn red. "And, pray tell, where were you off to?"

None of your concern, is what I wish I could answer. But my station demands a more polite reply. "To the Bazaar, honored sister."

"The Bazaar is no place for a noble-born, especially an unattended one."

"I was hoping Triel could escort me."

"The master of arms and captain of the guard has more important duties than accompanying you on your silly errands."

"Such as?"

"Such as accompanying me on mine." She smirks. "Which brings us back to where we started, you are to assist me at the baths."

"I do not have time for that."

"That was no request, sister dearest."

"Why would you need me at the baths? You have enough slaves and attendants to form a small army."

"I was going to introduce you to a few friends. Some among them are fascinated by your... peculiar shapes."

She grins at me while glancing at my hips. Mother harpy wants to carry me into her nest and feed me to her chicks, but that won't happen.

"Tempting as this may be, I really need to visit the Bazaar."

"Well, who am I to stand in your way?" Her smile widens. "But you will have to do so without an escort. Do cover yourself well, sister. Absurd as this may sound, there are some things out there that might find your deformities... inviting."

Instinctively I cover my buttocks with my hands, as to protect them. I am not afraid of some catcalling or some insisting advance, but I cannot risk my virginity, not before mother takes it. "If you expect me to grovel..."

"There is no need for you to degrade yourself." She falsely claims. "But tomorrow my other little sister is coming home and, to welcome her, I need to be at my best, what am I to do?" I'm sure she already thought of something. "How about I make you a little bet, sister?" She caresses the silks over her member, it twitches in anticipation. "If you can awaken my blessing without touching it, I'll let Triel escort you. If you cannot, you will accompany me to the baths and wash each of my friends without using your hands." I knew it. "So, will my little sister play my little game?"

She wants me to take an active role, which is... unusual. If she believes that I can't do that, she has another thing coming. "All right big sister, let's play."

"Good." She smiles. "I'll give you five minutes, waste them not."

I know where she likes to be touched, her long legs are very sensitive and she can hardly control herself when her toes are licked. Nasty Nefail, you want your little sister to caress your elegant feet?

I drop to my knees and caress her legs. They are smooth, with thighs and calves so perfect they appear sculpted, yet are warm to the touch. Goddess, what would I do to have legs like those.

She understands my intentions and raises her right foot to me. Allowing me to free it from her high heel sandal, it smells of perfumed oil and exotic flowers. I give it a delicate kiss and begin my massage. My hands are skillful, well trained, and in the last fifty years, I learned my way around these feet. And yet, as my eyes look up, I see her mocking grin and flaccid cock.

She lets me continue for the best part of two minutes, before pushing me away with the tip of her toes. "Pathetic." She mocks me. Usually, this is plenty to rile her up. Did she please herself before coming here? Did she plan this from the start? What am I to do? "I hope you will do better once we are at the baths."

Oh no, sister dearest, I shall not give in like so. Nefail plays the role of the stern dominatrix, always in control of her pleasure and her partner's. Yet I know power can take many forms, especially in intimacy. "I'm sorry, Nefail. Sometimes I think that I'm not the sister you deserve." She arches an eyebrow, still grinning. "For the longest time I wanted to be like you. Strong, confident, favored by Goddess and Matron."

"Your flattery is very amusing, but not arousing in the slightest. You have two minutes left."

"But since the first time you had me massaging your perfect muscles, since you had me licking at your sensitive spots and kissing your blessed rod, all I truly wanted was to please you." Her grin weakens and a pulse of life runs through her member. "Your cock, Nefail. it is so beautiful, I want to worship it, to please it, to see it happy, to see you happy. Why would you deny me?" I move my mouth just a few millimetres away from her tip (yes, we Dark Elf use the metric system), so that she may feel my warm breath. "But I am afraid, sister dearest. Afraid I will not be able to take it, that I will not be able to please it as it deserves, as you deserve." It rises, strong and turgid. I have you now! "I know that you find my body repugnant, my hips are so wide and my butt is just huge." But you do like to spank it, don't you? "I just hope that, even if my little asshole belongs to mother, once I will be a woman, you will still wish to use it for your pleasure." Oh my Goddess, is she panting? That can't be true. "Will you, sister?"

Her cock twitches and a pearl of precum shines on its tip before dropping to my face. It touches my cheeks and, like a tear, slides right next to my lips. Goddess, that scent! I want it so much! I would do anything to just lick, but I can't. The first cum a proper Dark Elf should taste is her Matron's.

"Enough!" Shouts Nefail. I end my act, turning my imploring gaze into a triumphant smile. "It seems I will be taking my bath at home. Triel is already waiting for me at the gates. Let her know of the change of plans."

"Thank you, big sis." I grin. "It was actually quite fun."

"Just go." She mutters. "But don't be late. I'll be taking my bath at home and I will still need you to attend to me."

Accepting defeat has never been her forte, she is just not used to it. No matter, I'm just glad I won't have to venture into the Bazaar unguarded and unprotected.

Some say that the markets in Sijill or Tunerath are richer and more varied than ours. I am sure that the City of Gates has many exotic goods to offer, while the lair of the Gishjanky has gathered the loot of a thousand worlds. But if you are looking to satisfy even the most peculiar sexual appetite, you will find no better place than our Bazaar, on this plane, or any other. No fantasy is too absurd, no request too bizarre, and all passion is godly to the Queen of Phalli.

"Long time since you visited the Bazaar?" I ask Maryl.

"Since I was bought." She replies, gazing at an exhibition of slaves from the surface. "I can't say that I missed this place."

"What about you Triel?"

"The firstborn visits the Bazaar every other cycle, always under my escort."

"I was not talking about her, I was talking about you. Do you ever visit the Bazaar in your leisure time?"

"I cannot honestly say I do, noble one."

"So I suppose you will be of little help when choosing what establishments to visit."

"All I can do for you is ward off danger, I'm afraid."

"Fair enough. What about you, Maryl. Any idea?"

"I'm sure Mistress Synafae will like any present as long as it's coming from you."

"Silly Maryl, you don't understand. I don't want to bring her just any present. I want to get her something that truly amazes her, something that will always remind her how much I love her."

"In this case, Mistress, you should buy something personal, something only you could think of. Better yet if you can share it."

"You know, that is actually very sound advice." I dive back into my memory, in search of all the best moments I spent with dear Synafae. "I know a place we used to shop at, a Svirneblin tailor that weaves silk like no other."

"That is a very good start."

"There also was this place she used to visit to buy perfume, I'm sure the owner knows her favorite fragrance."

"Excellent, what else?"

"I know the merchant where Nefail usually buys exotic slaves to serve her and her friends. Maybe we can find a special one to share."

"I... am not sure that would be the best choice."

"Why not?"

"I believe the secondborn would much rather spend her first night home with you and you alone, Mistress."

"Silly Maryl, a slave is not really an additional partner, it is more like a very sophisticated and expensive toy."

For some mysterious reason, she does not seem to appreciate my view on the matter. All the more, it amazes me how much I hate to see her sad. I should try to cheer her up. I would hug her, were we alone. "We'll think of something on the way. Triel, we are going to the Silvery Needle, lead on!"

The Silvery Needle is a quaint shop that most Dark Elf avoid. A noble-born would send her servant to deal with a non-Dark Elf, but for me such things should not be entrusted to anyone else. As I step through the door, a bell rings our arrival.

Rolls and rolls of rare and expensive cloth are piled behind the counter while all manner of completed work is exposed in the middle of the shop. A cute little gnome with an even cuter little voice rises from behind the counter to welcome us.

"Greetings and salutations. What can I..." She falls silent as soon as she sees us. She seems to be surprised by me but stares in amazement at Triel. No wonder, the master of arms of House El'Naar is a strange Dark Elf indeed, as tall as a human and as muscular as an orc. Most Dark Elf prefer to fight with crossbow and quick blades, her weapon of choice is instead a long-bladed adamantine spear, which she carries everywhere, including this shop. But it is not the spear that seems to enthrall the tiny gnome girl, but rather the thick muscular legs of my master of arms.

"Oh my, you are a tall one." says the gnome, measuring Triel with her eyes, as if already tailoring a dress around the weapon master's muscular body in her head.

"This one seems harmless enough, noble one. Best I wait outside."

"Yes, probably." I say with half a grin. As Triel goes through the door, the little one's eyes follow her sculpted butt as if hypnotized.

I clear my throat, startling her. "I am a friend of the owner, where is dear Agatha?"

"Aunt Agatha?" She gives me a puzzled look. "She passed away eight years ago, noble one. I have been the sole proprietor of the shop ever since."

"I see...." Goddess, non-Dark Elf die all the time. What am I to say?

"Mrs. Agatha was a fine tailor and even finer person." says Maryl. "I'm certain Mistress Synafae would offer her condolences."

"Thank you." Answers the deep gnome, amazed that Maryl is allowed to speak. "I do hope you will still wish to hire my service. Auntie taught me all she knew about sewing and knitting. I'm Emerald, by the way."

"Pleased to meet you, Emerald." Continues Maryl. "We are here looking for a present."

"Of course!" The gnome lights up as if the present was meant for her. She has just the cutest little face, I just want to sit on it. "Something for you, Malla Synafae?"

"No, well, yes. Synafae is my sister. I am Elifael El'Naar, thirdborn to Matron Sipriina El'Naar."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Please forgive me." She bows again.

"There is nothing to forgive, instead show me what you have to offer."

"Right away!" She gathers the tools of her trade and hops over the counter. "I have the best cloth in the city and can make anything out of it. May I suggest a dress, or perhaps some lingerie? I am very good at doing a lot with veeery little silk." She eyes my butt. "I could make a figure like yours shine like the brightest diamond."

"No, no!" I hide my hips and buttocks beneath my piwafwi. "Like I said, the present is meant for my sister."

"Mistress, if I may..." Intervenes Maryl. "I think Malla Synafae would much prefer if you bought something for yourself, something you might wear for her."

"For myself?" I did not think about it, but Maryl does know my sister well. "I really wouldn't know..."

"Actually that is a great idea." Concurs little Emerald. "That way you could be the present."

"Well... if you truly think so."

"Splendid! I can already picture it in my head. You are not allergic to spider silk, are you?" I shake my head. "Perfect. I'll just need to take your measurements. If you were so kind as to remove your garments."

"You mean... all of my garments? Can't you take my measurements as I am now?" No one could ever accuse me of wearing too much at the moment. Maybe Synafae...

"It pains me to insist but I will need your measurements down to the millimetre." She blushes in saying so. "My best craft requires extreme accuracy."

I do as she asks and let her do her job. She does so very quickly around my chest and waist but sure takes her time around my hips and buttocks. I can see her puffy little cheeks reddening as she wraps her tape measure around my thick rump. "What's taking so long?" I ask with false irritation.

"Nearly done, noble one." Answers the startled gnome. "Your forms are rather... exceptional, I cannot afford any mistakes."

She is just adorable, I want to eat her up. That gives me an idea. "All right, I'll bend forward." I raise my buttocks way up. "Is that better?"

"Yes, it is!" She nearly shouts.

"All right. But be quick about it, I can't stay like this for long." She proceeds with her work but is in no hurry to finish. Maybe I can push this a little further.

"My legs are getting tired, please hurry up."

"Yes, yes! Nearly done."

"Oh my knees, I'll fall down." I drop on her. She tries to hold me up with her little hands but they just sink into my softness. She falls on her back, with her face buried beneath me.

"Goodness me!" Shouts Maryl. "Mistress, are you all right?"

"Quite all right." What is that, that I feel between my cheeks? A little mouth gasping for air, a little tongue trying to steal a kiss?

"Let me help you up."

"Just a moment Maryl. I... I think I might have pulled something." I just sit there for the longest moment, reddening my face and wetting my panties. I just hope the poor thing does not suffocate or, even more likely, Dark Elf.

When I finally get up, little Emerald seems to have died and moved to a very pleasant afterlife.

"You clumsy little runt." Goddess, I almost sound like Nefail, no wonder she likes this so much.

"I am terribly sorry, noble one."

"Do you at least now have a good idea of my measurments?"

"I most certainly do, noble one."

"Are you sure? To me, you seemed somewhat distracted." I bite my lower lip. "Best you start over."

"Yes! Of course, noble one."

We find Triel vigilant next to the door. "Noble born." She greets me. "I hope you are satisfied with your purchase."

"Oh I am, very much so." I exchange with Maryl a smile of complicity. "Send someone to pick it up for me tomorrow."

"It shall be done, Mistress. Where to next?"

"I'm not sure, the slave market?"

"Erm... how about that perfume shop?" Proposes Maryl instead.

"Good idea, better leave the slave market for last. Make way, Triel."

We follow the endless spiral of stands and stores outward, until we reach a construction that even for my city looks rather peculiar. It is sculpted, like most establishments in this part of the city, but it has the appearance of a natural stalagmite. It has a small garden of fungi with a pretty little pond in the middle, the single entrance is surmounted by an arch of luminescent mushrooms.

"It's pretty." says Maryl.

"I would say dangerous." Interjects Triel. "What is this place."

"You shall see soon enough." I reply, enjoying their puzzled look.

I step through the entrance and come to a fully furnished, yet very well arranged, perfume shop. I breathe in the many fragrances and my head immediately spins in delight.

"Welcome to the Mushroom Head." Whispers the voice that I know to be illusionary. A young girl appears to greet us. She mostly looks human, but has many alien features, like the luminescent blue skin and a wide mushroom head where her hair should be. Fungi of various sizes and colours are her only garments.

Triel pushes me back, lowering her spear.

"Easy there, master of arms. Is this your first time seeing a myconid?" I ask.

"I have seen plenty, I lost a few good women to their spores."

"You have no reason to fear us." Answers the feminine voice in our heads as the girl smiles. "We are here with the blessing of the Queen of Phalli and respect her laws, as our appearance can testify."

"Which is fuckable, but not too fuckable. Just like you, Triel." My attempts at humour go unappreciated..

"What may we serve you with?" Continues the voice.

"Oh I have a huge list of things: bathing oil, perfume, maybe some pheromones? I don't want to overdo it."

"We see, may we advise some perfumed candles perhaps? The light they emit is delicate to the eye but the fragrance is quite intoxicating."

"Oh that does sound promising, can we try one?"

"Absolutely. Please wait." She fetches an irregular cylinder of wax the colour of ember. With a snap of her fingers a deep purple flame lights up. The tiny light unleashes a thick scent of flowers and fruit. It fires up my nostrils, my throat, my lungs. "Oh yes... this is exactly what I was looking for. That one too, please."

I browse for quite a while in order to make a perfect basket. I pick up one article after the other and entrust them to Triel's strong arms. "This one too. And this one. Oh I can't leave the shop without one of these."

All of a sudden Maryl drops to her knees. I must suppress the instinct to rush to her, I must not forget my station, especially in front of Triel.

"Good Goddess, Maryl. Are you feeling unwell? What is it?"

"I'm quite alright, Mistress. It's just... the scent, I can still smell it. Still feel it."

"Poison!" Concludes Triel, raising her blade to the mushroom girl's neck.

"There's nothing poisonous in my store, noble one." Whispers the voice, with a hint of panic. "It may have been the fumes. Is the girl not of elven blood?"

"No she is not!" I roar. "She clearly is human and she is more a woman than a girl I might add."

"Oh no." The mushroom girl tries to express embarrassment.. "Humans are far less resistant to our concoctions than the fey and their descendants."

"What is that supposed to mean, what's going to happen to her?"

"Mistress... I can't." Only now I realise that her nipples are stiff as rocks, while her face is red as fire. Even through all these perfumes I can smell her juices flowing like a river. "I can't stand." She pinches her own nipples and at the same time reaches for her crotch. "Please, don't look."

"Mushroom girl, do something!"

"There is little that we can do." The mushroom head bows in shame. "The effect will wear off in a few hours. Maybe less if we keep her blood circulating."

"So we should just let her..."

"Mistress, please no. Not here."

"Right, of course. Mushroom girl, send my basket to House El'Naar you will be duly paid." She nods, genderless bitch. You could at least offer me a coupon or a few free samples. "Maryl, can you walk? We need to get home."

"But... Mistress... what about the present?"

"Forget the present, we need to take you to Veldrina. Triel help me carry her."

We make haste. But it doesn't take long before Maryl's legs start to weaken. "Lean on me, everything will be fine."

"No need, Mistress. I will manage."

"Don't be absurd, you can barely stand."

"No, Mistress. Do not..." She loses her footing, nearly making the both of us fall. "... I cannot." She grinds her plump body against me, I can feel her nipples through her clothes as I can feel my own stiffening up. Before I can say anything, she plants her red fleshy lips on mine.

Triel looks away, Either to avoid my gaze or to stay on the lookout.

Poor Maryl, this is all my fault, I should help her however I can. I return the kiss with passion, I let her taste my tongue for the best part of a minute. All of a sudden she stiffens up and shakes all over, the little river between her legs becomes a flood. Goddess almighty, is that all for me?

We finally let go of each other's tongues, leaving a moist trail of love on our faces. "So... feeling better."

"Mistress, I... I am unforgivable."

"There is nothing to forgive; it's the vapours. Come, we should hurry home before..."

"Well, well, well." The warm voice of a distant acquaintance reaches my ear and sends shivers down my spine. "A Dark Elf sharing passion with a lowly rivvil right here in the middle of the street. That is most unorthodox."

"Most unorthodox indeed, sister." Replies an identical voice, confirming the identity of both.

Viconia and Vierna Zi'den, twin daughters of Matron Saela Zi'den. "Mind if we join?"

Damn it, my piwafwi fell back. Too slowly I try to pull it on.

"Wait, I know this one." says Vierna, or perhaps Viconia, they are identical. "It is little Elifael, the third of little house El'Naar." She mocks me. The nerve! Her house is barely two steps above ours. "Where is your escort?"

"She is here, noble priestesses." Triel steps forward and bows, but keeps her eyes on them.

"Your slave seems to be in distress."

"She is, I must take her to our house mage, so if you don't mind."

"Your palace is quite far away. We can't possibly let you go on foot. Sister, summon the carriage."

"There is no need."

"Oh but we insist, we could never forgive ourselves should something happen to that plump rump of yours."

An elegant carriage, pulled by invisible beasts, attended by invisible servants, and riding on invisible wheels, stops right beside us. The twins invite us to get on.

"You... cannot force me." I utter.

"We could never." says one.

"It would be against the will of the Queen of Phalli." Confirms the other.

"All the same, if we were to use our charms, you could never resist us."

The loud clang of adamantium on stone echoes around us. "I apologize, noble ones, but that would be inconvenient." Interjects Triel. "Malla Elifael is yet to be baptized and having her stepping inside of your carriage may be... inappropriate."

"What a feisty one.." says a twin. "You have the body of a minotaur, but the face of a succubus, why don't you join us." She caresses her face. The power of the Goddess is strong within her, even from here I feel it. But, unfortunately for her, Triel does not.

"In every other circumstance, you may consider me your devout servant." says Triel. "But if you do anything that might offend my house's prestige or my matron's honor we will have a problem."

"How dare you? I should punish you for such insolence." Triel holds her gaze. "No matter, you spoiled the atmosphere." She then turns to me and grins. "I guess we'll be seeing you at the Grand Temple, won't we?"

We run back to the palace as fast as our feet can carry us, once inside we hurry upstairs. "Hang in there, Maryl. We're almost there." But my words die in my mouth. At the end of the staircase stands the last person I wish to meet at the moment.

"What's all the ruckus?" Asks Nefail with an eyebrow up.

"Get out of the way, Nefail. I need to see Veldrina. Now." Given the circumstances, I thought I could do away with formalities, but Nefail disagrees.

"I asked you a question, little sister. Don't make me ask twice."

"It is Maryl." I bow my head in apology. "She is unwell, we must take her to the housemage."

"Then you are out of luck, Veldrina is away at the moment. Do not ask me where to or what for, I neither know nor care."

"But can't you send for her? We need a healer, and quickly."

"She seems healthy enough, if somewhat upset. What happened to her?"

Although hesitantly, I relate to my sister the accident with the candle.

"You foolish little girl." My sister reprimands me. "Have you been taught anything about the lesser races? Don't you know how much more susceptible they are to this sort of stimuli? What is titillating to a Dark Elf may drive a simple rivvil insane."

"No! I did not know, how should I have known?" I sob. "Can we help her?"

"I can help her. The question is: should I. I think watching your precious slave losing what little mind she has, would be a valuable lesson."

I watch Maryl as she squirms in uncontrollable lust, even Triel struggles to contain her. Why wouldn't my sister help her? Does she want me to grovel some more? Is this another one of her sick games?

"Please, help her."

"I don't believe I should." She grins.

She really does want me to grovel, but this is no game and I am not in the mood to play. "Nefail, if you do not help her, then I will..." I try to think of the worst possible threat I could ever make."

"You will what, little one?" She mocks me. She is almost three times as old as I am, she is more than three times stronger and infinitely more powerful. What could I possibly scare her with?

"Then I will never talk to you again." After a moment of puzzlement, her grin crumbles.

"We will use your bedroom."

"My bedroom?"

"Triel, take her upstairs."

We carry Maryl to my chambers and lay her on my oversized bed. I keep telling her, and myself, that all will be well. She does not seem to hear.

"Leave us." Nefail commands. "This will take a while."

"What are you going to do to her?"

"Her mind is being consumed by the lust, she will need to climax several times before she can recover."

"I will not let you rape her!"

"Rape her?" Her eyes glow red. I bite my tongue, a Dark Elf should know better than speaking that word out loud. "I am going to heal her. Heal her of an illness that you caused, little sister."

Again I must bow my head. "Can I do anything to help her?"

"You can help by leaving. You are the cause of this in more ways than one."

"I understand." I give one last concerned look at Maryl.

Time flows slowly as I pace in front of my own doors. Every now and then I hear moaning, followed by loud ecstatic screams. I don't know if I should feel concerned or envious.

Finally, my sister emerges from my chambers, cleaning her long-fingered hands with what appears to be one of my favorite satin dresses.

"Is she alright?"

"She is asleep. By the end of the cycle she should be back to whatever a rivvil may call normal."

"So... did you..."

"I don't like humans, besides I was not really in the mood. I only used my... healing touch." She drops my dress on the floor. "You should have that properly washed. Unless you prefer to smell it, of course."

"No thanks." I reply. "May I go to her."

"Of course you may, after I have finally taken my bath. I need it more than ever." She passes me by, giving my butt a hard squeeze, her hand is still wet with Maryl's juices. "Waddle along, little sister."

As much as I hate to admit it, she has earned her soak.

I don't understand why Nefail visits the Waterfall Palace quite so often, for we already have a splendid bath at home. It is built on a terrace, with a direct view on the city below, a literal hanging garden. Warm steamy water flows from the stonewall into a tub built to resemble a natural underground pond, surrounded by limestone and luminescent moss. In the background, the light of Narbordel has nearly set and underneath us the city's many lights shine like the stars Maryl often told me about.

"Where are your servants?" I ask.

"She is right here." She grins. "Fetch the bowl and the oil, I want to wash before stepping into the water. Also, take off your clothes, I don't want you to bring any dirt from the street into my bath."

It would actually be our mother's bath, but it would be unwise to remind her. I leave my garments at the entrance and grab oil, a sponge, and a bowl.

My sister sits naked on a bed of smooth limestone. I fetch water from the tub and start washing her. I do my best to scrub her skin the same way Maryl does with mine, but my sister never fails to find something wrong with it. The water is too hot, I pour it too fast, I scrub too hard or too little. Normally I would just tell her to do it herself, but this time something holds me back.

"I am sorry, normally I am not the one doing the washing."

"Forget about it. Get the oil and give me a massage."

She lays face down and I start spreading the oil on her back. My hands may be small, but they also are quite skilled. I start from the back and throughout many passages work my way down. Massaging my sister's legs never fails to give me mixed feelings. On one hand, they are probably the most beautiful legs in Manzoberranzen, long and toned, the opposite of mine; on the other hand, they belong to her and I can't touch them without giving her pleasure.

"Don't forget the buttocks." She reminds me.

"I thought you did not want me to touch you there."

"Well, now I do. Get to it."

I massage her perfect bubble butt with yet more frustration than I did with her legs. I pour abundant oil and run my hands on it, again and again, making sure to stimulate every muscle, every crevice, every nerve between her waist and thighs. A soft moan escapes her mouth.

"Are you enjoying this?" I ask.

"It is not too shabby, I'll give you that. What about you, are you enjoying this?" I refuse to answer. "Tell me, little sister, who has the most beautiful butt? Me or Synafae?"

That is no easy question. Nefail's ass is firm and round, Synafae's is wider and softer. Truth be told, I prefer both to mine, but should I leave this chance to tease my big sis unexploited?

"Synafae prefers yours..." I let the words tingle her ears for just a second or two. "But I prefer hers."

"Bah, you bore me."

"Enough of that." She turns around, lying face up. Her firm yet abundant breasts fall delicately to the side, while her cock slides on her waist. Goddess I can't take my eyes off of it, I really hope the matrons won't be that large.

"Would you please stop staring and keep going?"

"Yes! Sorry." Why am I apologizing? Never mind that, let's finish the massage.

I make sure to stimulate and relax her front as I did her back. Usually, this is when she demands a happy ending. But, surprisingly, when I get to her member I find it soft. Did I do it wrong?

"Should I..."

"I'm not in the mood." says she, with a wave of her hand. "Do the feet next. Just with the hands."

That is weird, she loves it when I suckle her toes. I should be relieved, but for some reason, I am not. Nonetheless, she seems to enjoy the foot massage very much, every now and then she compliments me with a soft moan, which I find annoyingly reassuring.

Once finished and the oil is dry, she rises and slowly steps into the tub. I follow her with the bowl but she waves me back. "Leave it. Fetch some mushroom cider instead."

I do as she commands and come back with a bottle of the sparkly fresh drink. I pour an abundant cup she starts to sip from it. Just look at her, as relaxed as a Dark Elf can be.

After a few moments of awkward silence, she notices that I am still there, standing next to the tub, all naked and waiting for her next whim.

"Dance." She commands.

"I am sorry, what?"

"You heard me right. I want you to dance for me. Can't you dance?"

"Not alone and not without music." I know why she is asking me that, she wants to watch me waddle about with my oversized butt. That is just too much, sister. I am your family, not your toy.

"Then sing."

"You can't be serious."

"But I am. I tell you to sing and you will sing."

I try to intone a song Synafae used to sing for me, my attempt is so clumsy that even Nefail does not make fun of me.

"For the endless love of the Goddess, no more." says she, protecting her ears. "Have I been cursed with the most talentless sister in the Polis of Pleasure?"

I try to put on a brave face but fail. "I must ask you, sister, why are you so mean?"

"I'm not being mean, I'm being severe. Mother was wrong to entrust Synafae with your early education, she should have made you a proper maiden ready to join a very exclusive and very demanding high society. I believe she was too lenient."

"She is kind because she cares about me."

"She made you soft. And let me tell you, this city devours soft."

She believes me a child and she sure knows how to make me feel as such. I look for a good comeback but can't find any. I lower my eyes.

"Tell me, little sister. What would you say is your greatest virtue?"

"Well... I have quite a witty personality."

"Is that so?" She raises her eyebrow. "Humour me, then. Tell a joke."

"A joke?" I wish she just asked for a happy ending.

"Indeed. I am bored and I want to hear a joke."

My repertoire is not nearly as ample as I wish it was, but after a moment of hesitation, I do manage to find a little story dirty Nefail might actually appreciate.

"So... Drittz De'Urden and Patty-brie just got married."

"You should know better than speaking those names out loud, especially to a priestess."

"Does the priestess want to hear the joke or not?"

"Fair point." She takes another sip. "Continue."

"Well... after a painfully average wedding night, Patty-brie suggests visiting the plane of Elysium, as their honeymoon."

"Clever girl."

"They spend the best part of a month sightseeing, hiking, hunting and such."

"Sounds dull."

"Until one day they walk into a beautiful clearing in a forest and there, next to a bubbling stream, they spy a young nymph and a randy pan copulating wildly on a bed of fallen leaves." Nefail grins. "We should leave before they see us, says Drittz. But his wife wants to stay and watch. After a couple of hours of steamy lovemaking, the feys eventually spot them. Poor Drittz is embarrassed beyond his wits and presents a hundred apologies."

"What a coward."

"Indeed. Anyway the feys are not bothered at all, on the contrary, they are intrigued by their appearance and attention."

"I bet..."

"So they sit together in the clearing, chit-chatting and having a nice picnic. After a while Patty-brie comes up with the most fun idea: how about a soft swap, just for today? Shy Do'urden remains hesitant, but the feys happily accept. Patty-brie and the pan get comfortable beneath a great willow-tree and start getting it on. The pan knows what he is doing, caressing her all over with his large hands and long tongue. Little Patty is soon as wet as she has never been in her short human life and is finally ready for the main event. But before penetrating her, the pan gives a hard squeeze to his balls and his cock begins to grow. It grows and grows until his tip hits his bearded chin. By Mielikki, it is simply too big, it will tear me apart! She utters. Oh, sorry. Says the pan. This is the size I use for my wife. She is a fey dragon, you see. He then squeezes his scrotum again and it starts to shrink, until he is just the right size for Patty's little pussy."

"This is quite the long joke."

"Good things take time, sister. So they fuck, they fuck long and hard, in every position, in every hole." Nefail bites her lip. "He cums in her mouth, on her breasts, in and on her pussy and butt. While Patty climaxes one, two, eight, twelve times, who knows anymore?" Nefail crosses her legs, to hide her erection I wager. "When the Sun rises again on Elysium, Patty goes back to Drittz all ruffled, full of pan cum and very happy. So, how was that? Asks her Drittz. Oh, it was the fuck of a lifetime, I think I came harder than I ever did and more times than in the last ten months combined. She soon realises she is getting carried away, so she asks: how about you, was it good? He squirms for a moment. Dreadful. He answers. All she did was squeeze my balls the whole night through. He whimpers. They hurt!"

Nefail tries to hold the laughter in her mouth but it escapes through her nostrils. "That is so stupid. You are stupid!"

"Aye, and you are laughing!" My Goddess, she is... I don't think I've ever seen her so happy. I kinda like it.

After finally calming down, she halts and ponders. "Step into the tub." She commands and I obey. "You were right, you are not completely without talent, after all."

"You flatter me, sister."

She smiles at me, sincerely for once. "Come now." She sits on the border of the tub. "Look at what your dirty jokes did to me." She displays her marvelous cock, now fully erect. She rubs her hand on the precum leaking tip, on the shaft, the scrotum, all the way down to her clitoris and back up again.

I swim to her, bringing my face beneath her crotch. I know my way around this cock all too well and I know what it likes. I rise out of the water and begin with a little kissing. Pressing my mouth on the scrotum, the shaft, beneath the tip, it twitches every time my lips touch it. Meanwhile Nefail pours herself another cup and I begin using my hands.

"Do you like it?" I already know the answer, but she enjoys it so much when I ask.

"Your technique is passable." She admits. "But you will have to improve if you want to pass your novitiate."

I continue rubbing her masculine part with my left hand and caressing her feminine parts with the right one. She arches her back to give me better access to her pussy.

"I wonder what it feels like." I speak my thoughts out loud.

"When you'll finish your novitiate you will find out." Answers Nefail. "If you pass the ordeal, of course."

After a few minutes of stimulating her clitoris, I can feel she wants me to touch her inside. I delicately send my middle and index fingers into her vagina, in search of her g-spot. She emits a loud moan when I find it.

"Was your novitiate very hard?"

"It was difficult." She admits. "Mastering the arts, learning the scriptures, dealing with the whims of seniors and teachers. It is not as easy or as pleasant as it seems."

"Did they abuse you?"

"The Goddess forbids that." She reassures me. "But they do go as far as they can, and even though assaulting your body is not permitted, influencing your mind and spirit isn't as harshly reprimanded."

I give her clitoris and balls a long sloppy lick, making her legs shake. "That sounds frightening."

"You should take this opportunity to learn as much as you can, make connections and set up future alliances. Believe me, those fifty years will feel like minutes."

"Synafae seems to be having fun."

"Synafae is not taking this as seriously as she ought to, don't make the same mistake."

I hug her penis, pressing it on my perky breasts. "You don't believe she might fail the ordeal, do you?"

"I know that, deep down, she has our mother's strength. Although she does the utmost to conceal it. I'm much more concerned about you."

"You believe I will fail?"

"I believe you best hear my advice." She presses my face on her scrotum, I diligently lick her clit and balls, careful not to let Either go beyond my lips. "And show some gratitude while you are at it. I had no such fortune when I was your age."

I think it's time to pull out one of my best moves, one I know she will enjoy. "All right, big sis, I'll try." I switch my hands. I now finger her with the left and massage her tip with the right, which is soaked in vaginal humours all the way to the wrist.

Poor Nefail does her best to hide her delight, but fails. "Slow down!" She whimpers, but I don't listen. I press my thumb on her clit, my middle finger on her g-spot and gently squeeze her tip with the whole hand. I pull her cock back between my somewhat small but very smooth breasts. There, she twitches, shakes and trembles before she erupts like a geyser, I press her dick against my chest and face and enjoy the river of cum she pours all over me and herself.

She stares at me almost in disbelief and I grin at her. "So what do you think? Is there hope for me yet?"

"Don't flatter yourself." She pours another cup, but this time she hands it to me. "You are good at pleasing your sisters, but mastering the Tantric Technique of the Thousand Throbbing Tendrils is another thing altogether.

"Really?" I put on my most sarcastic sulk and look at her with sad eyes. "Is my dearest sister unhappy with my handjob?"

"Don't."

"I'll have to make it up to her. But how? What could I possibly do to please her?" She gazes at me, distrustful yet somewhat intrigued. "I know." I turn and sit on her lap.

"What do you think you are doing?"

"I know that my butt is too wide, too fat, too big. But it is good for something, let me show you."

I slide back onto her, welcoming her cum soaked cock between my butt-cheeks. As I slide back and forth, Nefails squirms and complains but does nothing to stop me.

"See, sister? My ass may not be as pretty or as perfect as yours, but it feels good, does it not?"

"How dare you? Rubbing your fat rump on my blessed rod... this is heresy."

"Heresy you say? But it is so sweet to sin."

All of a sudden she pushes me, not away, just forward as to expose my asshole.

"I ought to put you back into your place." A shiver of terror goes down my spine. Is she going to take me? With that? For a moment I really fear for my virginity and, possibly, my life. But no, she sinks her fingers in my butt-checks and uses them to squeeze her cock.

"I am the firstborn, I am a priestess, one day I will be your Matron and you will respect me."

"Yes!" I yelp. "I will, I promise."

I keep moving and she keeps squeezing. We continue like this for quite a while and every time I slap my ass on her balls, I can feel them twitch. While I keep this up, she keeps playing with the ass she so very often mocks. She should not enjoy this, but she does, she does so very much.

Her rod is so hard and beautiful, I hope I'm not hurting it. "Should I get some oil?" I ask.

"Don't you dare get up!" She nearly screams. "If you do, I will punish you."

"Easy, I'm not going anywhere." I giggle. "You can do it a little harder if you want to."

She is close, I can tell. She slows down, seemingly trying to enjoy it just a little bit more, I don't let her. I bring my hands on my butt and envelop her cock almost completely. "Don't hold back!" I beg of her and finally, she listens.

A tide of sperm covers my ass, back, and hair. I can feel it dripping from my pointy ears, it is as warm and thick as the first time.

I turn to my sister, she stares at me in stupor and delight. I bite my lower lip, I can hardly believe I could do all of that. "Was it good?" I ask.

"It was fine." She admits with another puff. This may be the first time she ever complimented me, this is all so confusing. All of a sudden I feel the urge to hide my face.

"Best I go see Maryl. She should be awake." I get up and head for the door but I don't get far.

"Where do you think you are going?" She grabs me by the ankle and forces me back onto her. She is strong, much stronger than a Dark Elf of her size should be. She holds me down with one hand and makes her way between my thighs with the other. "You may have pleased your sister, but you still disrespected her, I must punish you."

What she does next feels like the opposite of punishment. Up until that very moment I thought I was good, very good even, I was wrong. Her fingers caress me in ways I could hardly conceive, each of them seemingly having a mind of their own and reaches nerves I did not know I had. This cannot be? Is she using some sort of spell? She must be. I am about to lose my mind when she suddenly stops.

"Will you respect your elders?" She breathes out implacably.

"Nefail, please don't!" I implore. "Don't edge me again."

"Answer me!"

"Yes, yes I promise." I moan. "I promise I'll be good. I'll do all you say. Please let me cum." And, just like that, with a single masterful touch, she does.

It is one long orgasm, longer than any I can remember. For a moment I believe it won't ever end, but eventually, it does. Only then I realise I have been screaming at the top of my lungs. Goddess, the surface dwellers in Waterdeep are probably wondering what the hells was that.

"Run along now." She says pushing me up, giving my butt one last squeeze. "Go check on your little human."

"Yes." I reply trying to catch my breath and regain my footing. I feel like staying, but know I can't. "Nefail..."

"What?"

"Would you..." I expose her my butt, as to invite a good slap.

"Fine." She obliges and whatever magic she had in her fingers, she puts in her slap, giving me a quasi-orgasm.

When I return to my chambers, Maryl is still asleep. In the gray twilight of my darkvision, I see her breasts go up and down beneath my sheets. She looks so peaceful and I strive not to wake her up. But as soon as I get in bed and try to cuddle, her eyes open wide.

Like all humans, she is blind in the dark and looks around in great distress.

"Easy, easy Maryl. I am right here."

"Mistress... where are we?"

"In my bed, at home, safe and sound." I press my naked body against hers, she is all soft and warm. I would ask her to please me if I was not beyond spent. "You inhaled a very potent mixture, but thanks to Nefail it has run its course. Tomorrow you should feel like yourself again."

"I am so sorry, Mistress. Because of me, we couldn't find a present for your sister."

"It was my fault, not yours. The only thing that matters is that you are alright." She tears up, perhaps not remembering that I can see her while she cannot. "Hush now, you need to sleep. And don't you dare get out of this bed. I don't want to sleep alone."

She smiles the most tender smile and we share the most tender goodnight kiss.