The Queen of Phalli - Ch. 03

I walk out of Lady Xarra's palace together with Sally. If Lady Xarra was disappointed that I didn't purchase anything, she hid it well. She invited us to come back whenever we wanted.

The soak did the petite human a world of good; she seems completely unscathed by the experience. "So, Mistress, have I managed to change yer mind?" She asks.

"Sally, what were you thinking? You should know better than to take such risks just to impress a Dark Elf." Her happy face crumbles. "I cannot buy you, little one, I already told you."

"But I thought..."

"I know, I also have two sisters and I care about them a lot." Even Nefail, but hells if I'll ever let her know. "Believe me, they would not want you risking your health for their sake."

"Yes, m'lady." She seems about to run away, but I catch her wrist before she does.

"Listen! I must now go home, but in two cycles time I'll be back, with my sister. I'll do all I can to convince her to buy you and your family."

"Ye mean... all three of us?"

I nod. "Just try not to get in trouble before I come back, agreed?"

"Thank ya, Mistress... I mean, m'lady. I am sorry ye didn't find anything to buy."

"Never mind that I know my sister. She will forgive me." Though I will not.

"Noble one, maybe I can suggest something for ya." I give her a sceptical yet hopeful look. "Nothing as fancy as an exotic slave, but me and me sisters love it. Follow me!"

She takes me through and out of the slave market, back to the lower part of the bazaar. I pass shop after shop, until the smell of pastries and fresh-baked bread caresses my nostrils.

"Are you taking me to a baker?"

"A patissier." She corrects me, mispronouncing the word.

We halt before a modest establishment among many, the only distinction is the low round door and the signboard above it: Surface Savours.

"Mind the head, noble one." We step inside and I am forced to stay low to dodge the lit up chandeliers. Despite its modest appearance, the shop is remarkably well stocked. Many a delicacy fresh out of the oven delights the eyes and the nose.

"Hail and welcome!" The proprietor is a mature halfling lady, on the chubby side even for her folk. "Sally, you again? Didn't you pick up this week's order already?"

"That I did, Mrs. Burrowes. I was hoping ye could find something for me friend here."

The word friend withers and dies in her mouth. Mrs Burrowes too stares at me in puzzlement and fear. Any other Dark Elf would've had her flogged, or at least spanked, for such audacity. But I don't. I'm not like that and, whatever Nefail may say, I don't care to be.

"It's a present for my sister." I explain, cutting the tension. "I was looking for something that might be new to her, something that says how much..."

"... how much you care about her." Concludes the halfling, smiling again. "Has she visited the surface many times?"

"Not that many, I believe."

"Then I have something she surely does not know. A delicacy that will warm her spirit and melt her heart."

She disappears into the kitchen and returns with a tray of brown pastries that smell of heaven. "The plants come from our greenhouses but the seeds are from Calimshan. We call it chocolate, very rare even on the surface. Here, have some."

I put one of the bite-sized candies in my mouth and wonder how I could live up until now without them. I help myself to a second and a third. "They are exquisite! I want a hundred, two hundred!"

"How about a box?"

"Yes, a box with these, and these and these ones too. Gosh, what are they made with?"

"These ones with the shape of the dragon are made with red peppers, these are with truffles, and these here are mixed with honey."

After a quick wash, me and Sally leave the caravanserail behind. If lady Xarra was disappointed that I didn't purchase anything, she hid it well. She invited us to come back whenever we wanted.

The soak did her a world of good, she seems completely unscathed by the experience. "So, Mistress, have I managed to change yer mind?" She asks.

"Sally, what were you thinking? You should know better than to take such risks just to impress a Dark Elf." Her happy face crumbles. "I cannot buy you, little one, I already told you."

"But I thought..."

"I know, I also have two sisters and I care about them a lot." Even Nefail, but hells if I'll ever let her know. "Believe me they would not want you risking your health for their sake."

"Yes, m'lady." She seems about to run away but I catch her wrist before she does.

"Listen! I must now go home, but in two cycles time I'll be back, with my sister. I'll do all I can to convince her to buy you and your family."

"Ye mean... all three of us?"

I nod. "Just try not to get in trouble before I come back, agreed?"

"Thank ya, Mistress... I mean, m'lady. I am sorry ye didn't find anything to buy."

"Nevermind that, I know my sister. She will forgive me." Though I will not.

"Noble one, maybe I can suggest something for ya." I give her a skeptical yet hopeful look. "Nothing as fancy as an exotic slave, but me and me sisters love it. Follow me!"

She takes me through and out of the slave market, back to the lower part of the bazaar. I pass shop after shop, until the smell of pastries and fresh baked bread caresses my nostrils.

"Are you taking me to a baker?"

"A patissier." She corrects me, mispronouncing the word.

We halt before a modest establishment among many, the only distinction is the low round door and the signboard above it: Surface Savours.

"Mind the head, noble one." We step inside and I am forced to stay low to dodge the lit up chandeliers. Despite it's modest appearance, the shop is remarkably well stocked. Many a delicacy fresh out of the oven delight the eyes and the nostrils.

"Hail and welcome!" The proprietor is a mature halfling lady, on the chubby side even for her folk. "Sally, you again? Didn't you pick up this week's order already?"

"That I did, Mrs. Burrowes. I was hoping ye could find something for me friend here."

The word friend withers and dies in her mouth. Mrs Burrowes too stares at me in puzzlement and fear. Any other Dark Elf would've had her flogged, or at least spanked, for such audacity. But I don't. I'm not like that and, whatever Nefail may say, I don't care to be.

"It's a present for my sister." I explain, cutting the tension. "I was looking for something that might be new to her, something that says how much..."

"... how much you care about her." Concludes the halfling, smiling again. "Has she visited the surface many times?"

"Not that many, I believe."

"Then I have something she surely does not know. A delicacy that will warm her spirit and melt her heart."

She disappears inside the kitchen and returns with a tray of brown pastries that smell of heaven. "The plants come from our greenhouses but the seeds are from Calimshan. We call it chocolate, very rare even on the surface. Here, have some."

I put one of the bite size candies in my mouth and wonder how I could live up until now without them. I help myself to a second and a third. "They are exquisite! I want a hundred, two hundred!"

"How about a box?"

"Yes a box with these, and these and these ones too. Gosh what are they made with?"

"These ones with the shape of the dragon are made with red peppers, these are with truffles and these here are mixed with honey."

"Did you just say honey? You have honey in your store?"

"We have it in the pantry. We don't really sell honey ourselves."

"I'll pay for it, thrice the price. I need it from a specific variety... what was it? Acatcheea?"

"You mean acacia?"

"That's the one!"

"I'll fetch a jar for you, noble one. On the house."

While waiting I help myself to a few more chocolates, I invite Sally to do the same but she takes only one. "Any more and I'll be sick, for sure." Instinctively I caress her slightly inflated belly. "Oh no, please, don't touch me there." She begs of me.

"What you did at Xarra's, that was amazing." I compliment her. "Did you study the Tantric Technique of the Thousand Throbbing Tendrils?" She gives me a puzzled look. "The sexual tradition of the priestesses of the Queen of Phalli. Surely you heard of it."

"Oh that. Yeah we common folk just call it cockmancy."

"Don't let my sisters hear you say that." I giggle. "Still, that was very impressive." And so very hot. "No one taught you how to do that?"

"No one, noble born. Just passion, talent and loooots of practice." Her smile widens into a mischievous grin.

Shortly after the halfling returns with the jar of the precious liquid, beneath the glass it shines like amber.

Once outside it's time for me and Sally to part ways, something I do with a heavier heart than I would've thought. "Will you keep your promise?" She asks.

"I've given you my word, didn't I?" I reassure her. "Is there anything else I can do to prove my gratitude?"

"'fraid not, not until ye grow yer own cock at least. I've always wanted to fuck a real priestess."

"Did you, now..." That gives me an idea. "Listen, give this to your Mistress." I entrust her with a raw diamond. She almost panics when she touches the stone and immediately makes it disappear beneath her skirt. "Tell her that I request your service for the night. You are to put on your best clothes and have her bring you to House El'Naar."

"Me best clothes?" She tries to smile, but I can see she is holding in tears. "Me best clothes are those ye see me wearing."

"Goddess... that won't do, not for Nefail. Listen, do you know the Silvery Needle?"

"Only by name, noble one."

"Go there and tell Emerald you need something appropriate for tonight. Tell her I will visit her again shortly and she can take my measurements again. She'll understand."

"All right!" She bows, as happy as a maiden on her first date. "I will be there. Thank ya, noble one, thank ya so very much."

She hugs me, and again I must wave my guards away.

As we walk back to the palace, I see many eyes on me, more than usual, actually. Most are simply staring at my hips, some with contempt, some with envy, some with lust. Others, though, look at me for a whole different reason. I can almost hear them wondering: walking out of the bazaar while carrying her own purchases? Has she no servant for such a lowly task? Can she not entrust her things to her guards? What I am holding is far too precious, at least to me.

I picture Synafae opening the box and marvelling at its contents. I imagine us spending the end of the cycle in the garden, laughing, singing and finishing every last one of these delicacies. And yet, a part of me I always fail to ignore suggests a much different scenario.

I picture Synafae giving a forced smile and saying: thank you, that is very nice. I keep repeating to myself that this is a good gift and that she will like it, but I am not so sure. All these thoughts leave my head the instant I see the palace entrance. A ghost carriage stands right in front of it.

For a moment, I believe that the twins have come for a visit, but stand quickly corrected. The heraldry on the side is not from House Zi'den but ours. Synafae!

I see Triel leading the house guards in what looks like a full-blown welcome ceremony. Why was I not informed about this? I should be the one leading this parade. Where is Nefail? Shouldn't she be here?

As all of these questions assail me, I try to make my way to the entrance. Before I can reach the front gate, the carriage door opens. It is indeed Synafae.

Wrapped in silk and silver, she is even more beautiful than I remember. So elegant, so feminine, she shines with the Goddess's favour. I am about to storm in front of the crowd when I realise that she is not alone. In a choir of clattering metal, the guards fall to their knees, and I hastily do the same. It is her.

Sipriina El'Naar, my mother, steps out of the carriage in all her matronal majesty and she is a sight to behold. They say a matron grows in power and stature according to the Goddess's favour and the Matron of House El'Naar is favoured indeed.

In her heels she stands nearly two and a half metres tall and must weigh no less than two hundred kilos. Despite her size, she maintains the natural elegance of our elven kin and the perfect proportions of a favoured priestess. Her gaze and her forms inspire terror and desire in equal measure.

I would say that Nefail inherited her visage, Synafae her chest and I her hips (lucky me). She has big eyes of ruby red, long and heavily styled white hair and majestic legs as long as most men are tall. Her thighs, tits and asscheeks all look like they could easily crush a Dark Elf beneath, or between, them.

My sister Synafae offers her hand, and our mother takes it. Her purple eyes are full of happiness as she accompanies the Matron to the entrance. Mother returns her look and offers her a courteous smile, something she does seldom.

As soon as they are gone, I rush to Triel, demanding an explanation. "What is the meaning of this? Why was I not informed?"

"I am as surprised as you, noble one," Triel admits with ill-concealed annoyance.

I storm past her, ignoring whatever warning she is trying to give. I dash down one flight of stairs after another. When I finally reach the Matron's quarters, I find the doors sealed and well guarded.

"Let me through," I command.

"Access to the temple-harem has been forbidden to all, third-born." Answer the guards. "The Matron is not to be disturbed."

"Come on, I just want to say hello to my sister. Let me through!"

"These are our orders." Despite their reverent tone, I can tell they are all too happy to deny a noble Dark Elf a request, for once.

I try to look threatening, something the elite guards seem to find very cute. Damn it, if I was my sister Nefail, these two would melt beneath my gaze.

"Mistress!" I hear calling.

"Maryl! Where in the hells have you been?"

"I will explain, I promise. For now, I am to give you a message."

"What message?"

"It is for your ears only."

"Fine, let's go back to my chambers."

"Let me..." She bends forward to pick up my gifts.

"No." I pull them away. "I shall carry these myself."

We return to the safety of my quarters. Even there, even alone, Maryl hesitates to say what she has to say. Afraid to displease me, perhaps?

"Come on, don't keep waiting!"

"Malla Synafae has returned, Mistress. She came here straight away, to see you, but found only me." My heart sinks.

"Why didn't you send for me?"

"I would've, Mistress. But no one knew where you had gone." She lowers her eyes and folds her arms. "When she couldn't find you, she was... disappointed."

"With me?" She looks away and gives no answer. "She did not scold you, did she?" Again, she does not answer. "Did she say anything else?"

"Only that she is sorry she couldn't see you right away and that she will spend the whole next cycle with you and you alone."

"But why can't I see her now?"

"The Matron called for her, she only mentioned certain duties."

"I see... oh well, what's one more cycle?"

I try to put on a brave face, but I can already feel the sobs escaping my trembling mouth. A good servant would bow and leave, but Maryl has by now become less of a servant and more of a friend. She comes to me, hugs me, and caresses my head. I dive my face into her comforting bosom.

"Mistress, please, there is no reason to be sad."

"I know, I know. It's just... for some reason that goes beyond my understanding, the idea of my mother impaling my beloved sister on her humongous cock does not feel as normal as it should."

"Well, maybe, If I am allowed to say so..." I don't think I have ever heard anyone choose her words with such care. "Could it be that all of this incest may... how can I put it... not be normal?"

"What are you saying? Didn't you have sex with your parents?"

"My parents? No, Sickmater's mercy, no!"

"Why not?" I dry my tears. "Didn't they love you?"

"Sure, they did, but humans generally don't do that..."

"I see, only with your sisters then."

"No!" She insists. If I didn't know better, I'd say that I somehow offended her family. "Besides, I only had brothers, four of them in fact."

"Brothers? You mean males? Males have cocks, how could they possibly not want to have sex with you."

"Because they loved me."

"You are not making any sense." I laugh a broken laugh. Human customs are silly, but maybe our traditions would seem to them just as alien.

Maryl pulls up my chin and gives me a maternal smile.

"Here is what we should do: tomorrow Malla Synafae will want to have you all to herself, and you will need to be at your best. We should get you ready, try the outfits, test the perfume and the makeup. I picked up everything this morning, and all is ready."

"So that is why I couldn't find you this morning." How could I ever doubt her?

"That is not all, Mistress, I found a present I'm sure your sister will like."

"Really, what is it?"

Maryl produces a lacquered wooden box. The container itself would be a good present, but I soon find out that what it holds inside is much more precious. They are a pair of silver handheld mirrors, a rare and expensive luxury in a world with so little light.

"They are magnificent."

"Wait before you try them." She picks up one of the mirrors and hands me the other.

When I look through the glass, I see not my puffy face, but Maryl's as if I were staring through the mirror she was holding.

"With these, you and Malla Synafae will be able to see each other every day, no matter the distance. It is not possible to talk through them, but using sign language..."

I run into her arms and press my lips against hers so hard it almost hurts. "This is stupendous. I don't know what to say... where did you get these, how did you pay for them?"

"I have my ways, Mistress. As for how I paid, I took two heavy stones from your purse. I hope you will forgive me for this transgression."

"Don't even say that. In fact, you can keep the rest of the purse for yourself."

"There is no need, Mistress." She chuckles, barely whispering her next words. "Your smile is reward enough."

"I almost forgot." I pull up the box from Mrs Burrowes's shop.

"Are those... chocolates?"

"Indeed, from Calimashan, or something. Not nearly as beautiful as the present you've found, but I think Synafae will like it."

"I'm sure she will."

"And I also found this!" I pull out the transparent jar of honey. Maryl marvels at it as I had just presented her with the sun itself.

"Real honey!" I nod. "I'm sure Malla Synafae will love it."

"Maryl, what are you talking about?" I caress her cheek, as I put the jar into her shaking hands. "This is for you."

Her eyes widen, almost in panic, and her lips tremble in disbelief.

"Maryl, what is going on?" I ask cheerfully.

"Nothing, Mistress. This is simply... unexpected."

"So, you like it?"

"Like it?" She sobs. "I believe this is the most beautiful and heartfelt gift I was ever given in a long time, maybe ever. You are too kind, Mistress. I... I don't deserve you."

"Come on, try it! Heads will roll if it turns out to be sour."

She unplugs the jar and dives into the yellowish liquid with her index, she handles the honey as if it truly was gold. As she tastes the precious fluid her face becomes a perfect mix of sweet sadness and irrepressible joy. A shiny tear slides down her cheek.

"Can I have some too?"

"Of course, I'll fetch a spoon."

"Ah-ah." I hold her. "No spoons."

With half a smile she picks up some more honey with her finger and takes it to my mouth.

"Ah-ah." I utter again. "No fingers."

She takes the honey in her own mouth but still hesitates. Why? Oh well, looks like I'll have to take it myself. I grab the back of her head, pull her to me and give her the deepest, sloppiest, most passionate kiss I've ever given. I press myself onto her, feel her nipples poking me in anticipation, my undergarments getting moist. We keep going long after there is not even a drop of honey in our mouths.

When we finally stop, Maryl is breathing heavily, as if she had run up and down every flight of stairs in the house. I hope she does not believe we are done, because we are not.

Someone knocks at the door.

"No!" Cries Maryl.

It turns out our vexer is the halfling girl. Maryl almost incinerates her with her eyes.

"Noble one, a visitor at the gates claims to be here on your request. A young human with red hair."

"Little Sally!" I almost forgot about her. "Let her in and make sure the firstborn does not see her. She is a surprise."

"Who is Sally?" Asks Maryl as soon as the servant is out of earshot.

"Just a slave girl from the market, a skinny little thing I hope Nefail may like."

"I see. So you have been at the slave market."

"I was... what of it?"

"Nothing, Mistress. I misspoke. Should I leave?"

"What? No! Maryl you got this all wrong."

"Mistress, you don't have to explain anything to me."

"Oh my Goddess, you are jealous!"

"Me?" She gulps. "I know not what you speak of, Mistress. It is not my place to..."

"You are so cute when you are jealous." I press my lips against hers. "Don't worry, my dear. Everything will be clear in a moment." I slide my fingers back between her legs. "And we will continue where we left off."

Sally enters, almost dancing in her new outfit. Maryl's face reddens further with jealousy and I can't blame her. Her supposed rival is much younger, possibly half her age. Her alabaster skin is wrapped in exquisite silk lace that exalts and squeezes what little forms her thin body has to offer.

"Sally, you are stunning!"

"Like it, do ye?"

"I love it! It's so sexy, and the texture is really pleasant. By the way, what is that?" I caress the lace that wraps her neck.

"I believe that is called a choker, Mistress," Maryl explains.

"It is beautiful! How come I don't have one?"

"Customarily, it is for servants only. I believe it would be unbecoming for a Dark Elf to wear such a thing."

"To the Tentacle Pit with custom, I want one. I want a hundred!"

"M'lady, Emerald gave me a few more to choose from, if ye want ye can borrow one."

She produces three other chokers, two black and one red. "Stupendous! Maryl, get through my wardrobe and find me something red."

A few minutes later me and Sally are waiting in my sister's antichamber. The young human is twice as thrilled and thrice as nervous as I am.

"Ye believe she will fancy me?" She asks. "I hope she does."

"Surely she will, and just as surely she will pretend not to."

"I never fucked a priestess before." She reminds me. "They say their cum tastes like salty nectar and can make you live up to a hundred years if you drink it every day."

"Their seed is indeed blessed by the Goddess, the more you ingest or absorb through the skin, the more you are likely to attract her favour."

"I do want her favour, a lot. But what if she doesn't like me?"

"Calm your fearful little heart, if you perform on her like you did earlier, she will want you every cycle. The hard part will be getting her dick inside of you."

"How are we going to do that?"

"You leave that to me. All you have to do is look meek yet eager, submitted yet in control, scared yet thrilled."

"That sounds... a tad complicated."

"Just follow my lead."

The halfling comes back. "The firstborn will receive you now."

"Wait here." I tell Sally. "I'll work my magic before you work yours."

Nefail welcomes me sitting sideways on her canapé, with a cup within reach and her nose in a book.

"firstborn." I bow my head to her.

"Little sister." She nods, keeping her eyes on the open page. "Why do you bother me?"

"Since when do I need an excuse to pay a visit to my second favourite sister?"

"Since always. I'd like to hear it, now."

"I brought you a present."

She raises her eyes. "What is that?"

"A surprise."

"I was referring to that thing on your neck."

"Oh, this?" I caress the inside of the chocker with the tip of my index. "A little something I wanted to wear for you. You don't like it?" I ask with fake apprehension.

She evades my question. "What would this present be?"

I sit next to her, accidentally rubbing on her cock with my butt. Her gaze remains cold, but her crotch does not. Pretending not to feel her sudden stiffness, I tell Sally to come forth. She enters the chamber with all the self confidence of a maiden about to be sacrificed to a dragon.

"What is the meaning of this?" Nefail looks at me full of suspicion, her eyes cold as the frozen planes of Cania.

"I wanted to make you happy." I further press my buttocks on her crotch. "Alas, I cannot, not the way I wish. That is why she is here."

"And you thought to bring me a rivvil."

"Of course, because..." Think quick, Elifael. "I don't want you to look at her, I want you to look at me." I bite my lip, caress my chest and further push my bum on her dick, which is now fighting not to be crushed. One tiny but perceptible sigh of pleasure escapes her lips.

"Very well... what is your name, rivvil?"

"Tis Sally, noble one." She offers her best bow, clumsy but very cute.

"Can you dance?"

Damn! I should've asked her first.

"I can." Sally says and I thank the Goddess.

"Can you sing?"

"Me mouth was not meant for singing." She smirks, I can't tell if my sister is amused or not.

"Dance then."

"But sister..." I protest. "No music?"

"A real dancer always has music in her ears. Now dance." She commands.

Little Sally takes a deep breath and slowly takes the first steps. She does not possess the natural grace of elvenfolk and clearly was not given a formal education on this fine art. Yet what she lacks in style she makes up in passion. Each step, swirl and pirouette is exaggerated, lascivious and suggestive, her eyes are filled with desire. Once she is sure to have my sister's attention, she lets her garments fall, one piece at a time.

Nefail sinks her hand in my thigh and pulls me harder onto her crotch. She rubs me on her as she would with a toy and that suffices to make my heart race. I raise my garments to facilitate the friction.

Sally lets the last piece of clothing fall to the ground, exposing her pearly pink pussy. With only her choker still on, she approaches the canapé, drops to her knees and waits for Nefail's judgement with fearful eyes.

"You lack grace and have little finesse." Judges Nefail. "But at least you know how to be sensual. With a little practice you might be of entertainment for my friends."

"Thank ya, noble priestess."

"What other talents do you possess?"

Sally hesitates. It seems that beneath my sister's gaze her boldness has abandoned her. I have to do something. "She is unbelievable with her mouth." I explain.

"I have plenty of slave girls with a good mouth."

"Not like her, I bet she could get all of your cock down her little throat." They both look at me in disbelief.

"You don't say?" Grins Nefail.

"How about we play a little game, big sis? You do like games." She raises an eyebrow and invites me to go on. "If little Sally manages to take your whole cock down her throat, you will grant us a boon."

"What for a boon?"

"You will let me buy her."

"And me sisters!"

"And her two sisters as well, yes."

"Oh, now I see." Scowls Nefail. "And what if she can't?"

"If she cannot..." Sally looks at me with imploring eyes. "... when the time comes I'll give my virginity to the Matron, as tradition."

"I don't see what that..."

"But, I won't let her touch my little bumhole." I lower my undergarments, spreading my buttcheeks with two fingers. "Instead I shall have it well lubricated and wrapped in lace for you to do as you please, for as long as you please, for as many times as you please."

She does not answer immediately, but there is no need. Her cock is eloquently erect, already eager to claim the prize.

"You are on." She smirks.

Moments later Sally is gazing upon the immense pride between my sister's legs. "Having second thoughts?"

"On the contrary, noble one. I've had bigger cocks, but none as beautiful."

"It is a sign of Goddess's favour. If you do a fine job, you may taste its nectar."

Sally licks her lips and, salivating, she goes down.

"Don't forget her lady parts." I remind her, looking Nefail in the eyes. "She loves it when you first lick those."

Sally diligently starts licking my sister's vagina and clitoris, frowning as she touches her feminine genitalia. She goes through the process with little enthusiasm and much haste. "You will need to learn your way around a woman if you hope to serve the clergy of Lolath." says Nefail. "Now keep going."

When she finally gets to the balls, all her eagerness comes back. She puts both of them in her mouth, all the while she rolls her tongue around the scrotum and runs her hand on the shaft. Nefail sinks her fingers into my thigh, she is starting to enjoy this.

Once her balls are all wet and well taken care of, Sally moves up the shaft and goes no further until every centimetre of it is shiny with saliva. I see the first drops of precum blinking on the tip and, without even realising, am already reaching for it. Nefail bites her lip as I massage her tip and play with her translucid cocktears.

"She is right." I must admit. "Your cock is magnificent." I bow down to give it a little kiss, it twitches when I do. "Was it always this big, or did it grow in time?" I ask her.

"It grew with the Goddess's favour."

"I wonder what sordid perversions you indulged so much upon, in order to gather so much of her divine attention."

"Simple, I molested my bratty little sisters and kept them in their place!"

She reaches for both my buttchecks and pulls me onto her with frightening ease. The more she squeezes the wetter I get. "You eat way too many pastries, little sister. You should know better. One second on your lips, many a lifetime down here." She passes her hands on my hips. I don't know if she is using some kind of spell, but all my nerves answer to her touch. I want her hands all over my legs, my thighs, my bum, inside my pussy and asshole.

"You like it when I molest you, don't you?"

"Yes." I confess, to her and myself. What am I saying?

"I think you actually hope to lose this wager. You can't wait for your big sister to impale that big fat ass of yours on her cock, don't you?"

"Yes." The answer escapes my lips before I can catch it and Nefail seems very pleased with it. She spreads my buttcheks and starts playing with the hole.

"Do you want this cock?"

"I do, I just wish it was Synafae's." Goddess, not in a hundred years I would've said that. She is using magic, possibly a zone of truth around her. The fiend hides her disappointment well, but not completely.

I can't let her go, not now that we were finally getting closer. I cast my arms around her and press my lips on hers.

She is far too aghast to return my kiss, for a few moments she just sits there in dazzlement.

She yanks my head back by the hair, making me yelp in pain. Her normally cold eyes are now ablaze with fury. "Did I give you permission to kiss me?"

For a moment I truly am terrified. I overdid it, I dared too much, her fiery gaze promises swift retribution. She pulls me back to her mouth and kisses me like I've never been kissed before.

Her lips swallow mine with hellish hunger. "Pull out your tongue." She commands, and I eagerly obey. She proceeds to suck on my tongue and, just like that, I cum. It is no mini-orgasm either, on the contrary it is quite the climax.

"Take off all your clothes." says my sister. "Except the choker, keep that."

I very nearly rip off my garments and dive back into Nefails mouth.

"Spank me." I implore her and she does.

"Wow!" Exclaims Sally from below. "Whatever yer doing up there, 'tis working wonders. She's close."

"I am far from finished." Objects Nefail.

"Really? Well, ye won't mind me doing this." Sally wraps her lips around Nefail's tip and down and down she goes. Her jaw parts in a way that seems impossible, swallowing centimetre after centimetre of cock. For the first time in my life I see Nefail paralysed in ecstasy. Alas, nearly two thirds of the way, Sally has to pull back.

"A valiant effort." Pants my sister. "Albeit insuf..." Her words disappear in a mix of moans and grunts as Sally goes back on the offensive. This time she gets four fifths of the way.

"You can do it, Sally." I cheer. "Just five centimetres more! Come on!"

With the Goddess favour in the heart, and her mouth, she pushes further. One, two, three, four. The last centimetre is the hardest, but that one too disappears inside her mouth. Both me and Nefail watch in amazement. Sally looks up full of pride, somehow she manages to push her tongue out just enough to give my sister's balls a victorious lick.

"Curses." My sister yelps. Sally pulls back leaving a trail of saliva all over my sister's length. She grins defiantly.

"You won fair and square." I tell her. "Still, you should not leave her like this."

"I would never! We just need to settle one thing." She wanks harder. "Inside or outside?"

"Inside!" Commands my sister. Sally does not comply, she was not waiting for my sister's command but mine.

Not the easiest choice. I do want to see all of it, of course. But then again, what would Nefail want? She cums onto me quite often, perhaps she would appreciate being able to have her orgasm while being caressed lips and tongue, rather than fingers.

So, I nod at Sally, and she nods back.

She brings her lips back to the tip. A few hard wanks, a few gentle licks, a few good suctions and the flood breaks the dyke. My sister nearly roars and a stream of semen flows through her cock directly into Sally's greedy throat. The young human swallows mouthful after mouthful. I try to keep track of her gulps, I lose count at around twelve. Even when I believe it's all over, she presses her thumb beneath Nefail's urethra, squeezing and sucking every last drop of sperm out of my sister's exhausted cock.

After ejaculating a bucketful of her blessed nectar, Nefail needs to rehydrate. She downs a whole carafe of water, before speaking her next command.

"Take her to the baths and have her washed. After that you shall accompany her to the gates."

"I was hoping we could keep her for the night."

"Actually, noble one, that would be for the best. I would like to go back to me sisters."

Nefail nods. "Once that's done, return to me. I'll require a massage before sleeping."

A few minutes later I'm pouring hot water on Sally's back. "Is it too warm?" I ask.

"Not at all." She smiles. "Don't take this the wrong way, m'lady. But ye're one strange Dark Elf."

"How so?"

"Dark Elf usually don't wash cum off a slavegirl's back."

"Or face, or hair, or toes." I tease her. "It may seem unusual to you, but not to me. I am the third and last born. I am used to serving my sisters and my mother, taking care of a guest is no trouble at all."

"A guest she calls me." She laughs. "Do ye believe lady Nefail will keep her promise?"

"I'll make sure she will, she clearly likes you." I reassure her. "Did you like her?"

"I liked her cock." She says with dreamy eyes. "It was all I expected and more. I drank plenty of cum, but hers is something different. It tasted like milk and honey, but salty. The more she gave the more I wanted. Too bad she didn't plough me, I bet it would've felt even better up here." She caresses her belly.

"That reminds me, you did not cum. Here let me help." I reach between her legs.

"Nonono, m'lady. No need, thank ya." She jumps away.

"Something's wrong?"

"Nothing, m'lady. It's just that, ye see... girls really don't do it for me."

"Oh so that is why you were so uneasy at first."

"Yah... I'm not really good with lady parts, believe me I tried."

"So, you don't like girls? Forgive me but I find that... absurd."

"I don't know what to tell ya, m'lady."

"No matter, why don't you step into the pool and think about Nefail's big cock. I'll do my thing and you can walk home at least a little relieved."

"Really, there's no need."

"I insist. You'll like it, I promise."

Still a little hesitant, Sally gets into the pool. I slip behind her and slide my hands between her thighs. To my frustration, she still seems uneasy.

"Now, I want you to picture the same cock you had down your throat a few minutes ago. But imagine it ravaging your pussy instead." She starts to spread her legs just a little.

"I hope she'll cum down there as much as she up here."

"Oh, that was nothing." I tease her. "You know, this is not the first time she orders me to wash a slave girl. Once she had this fiendling lass, pretty little thing she was, she had her way with her the whole cycle. The poor thing was unrecognisable, horns and tails dripping cum, her stomach and uterus so inflated I thought she would faint." I rub her hard as she chews on her lips.

"I think your sister wanted to impress ya, m'lady."

"She just enjoys bossing me around."

"Ye jest m'lady." She laughs. "Can't ye see the way she looks at yer arse? She's clearly mesmerised by it."

"My ass? Don't be silly, she always teases me about how wide and fat it looks."

"Because she secretly wants to worship it."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive. In fact, when she will finally fuck me, I would like ye to be there, so you can shove yer big arse on her face. I bet she will cum gallons if ye do."

Could it be? No way. "All right then, picture me pressing my bum onto Nefail's mesmerised face as she fills your pussy with a barrel worth of cum."

"Will she get me pregnant?"

"Would you like that?" She does not answer, not with her mouth at least. "All right then, imagine her cumming so hard inside of you that she instantly knocks you up. Since there is nothing you can do about it, might as well enjoy it. She fucks you every cycle, pouring cumshot after cumshot inside you and every time she climaxes you feel a little more pregnant than before."

"M'lady I think I'm cumming!"

"I'm not done, I also want you to picture me, a full priestess with a cock, joining in and shoving my pride up here." I touch her asshole and press her clitoris, taking her somewhere very pleasant.

"Sweet Chantea, that was one hell of an orgasm." She laughs. "Never came this hard without a cock. Ye know yer stuff m'lady."

I help her out of the pool and have servants fetch her garments.

"Should I... return the favour, m'lady?"

"I'd like that, but it would be wrong to force my gross lady parts on you." She laughs again, but looks relieved nonetheless. "You could perhaps suffer a little kiss."

"Aye, that I could."

When I return to Nefail, she's asleep already. It seems she forgot about the massage. Maybe I should return to my chambers, but I really want to see if Sally was right.

I slip inside the sheets and snuggle onto my sister. As soon as I touch her, her eyes open wide, making me doubt the wisdom of my course of action.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," I whisper.

"You should be in your own bed."

"I don't want to sleep alone."

"Can't you call for your servant, the fat one, what's her name?"

"I don't want my servant, I want my sister." I surprise myself as much as her with these words.

"Fine. But if you snore, I'll toss you out the window."

I press myself against her and cuddle. I could just fall asleep, but I really want to go just a little bit further. "Nefail?"

"What?"

"Could you play with my bum, just a little bit more?" Her eyes are suspicious, but her hands are eager. She sinks her fingers into my curves, caressing, feeling, squeezing. I'm unsure which one of us is enjoying this more.

"Nefail?"

"What?"

"Can I kiss you again?"

With that request, I can see the coldness leaving her eyes and her mistrust melting away. We lose ourselves in each other's lips. Our tongue dance for a long time, all the while my large but sensitive bum is fondled by those magical hands. I'm soon overflowing with humours, while she is as hard as rock.

"I'm sorry." A half-lie. "I'll fix it for you."

I slide my hands onto her pride, but she catches my wrist. "No." She commands. "Your thighs."

I climb on top of her and trap her huge sex between also remarkably sized thighs. I spy Nefail biting her lips as she passes her hands along my softness.

"So fat..." She mocks me. "So fucking fat."

She knows how to be cruel, my sister, but I shall not give her the satisfaction of seeing me vulnerable.

"Maybe, but look what I can do with them."

Already moist and lubricated, I start moving back and forth. "Do you like it?"

"Keep going!" She growls.

I change the angle of my legs to squeeze all of her huge cock with my thickness. She thrusts upward, rubbing her shaft against my drenched pussy.

"Harder!" She insists, and I indulge her.

After a while, she gives my thighs one final squeeze and starts to shake. It's coming! I could exploit this chance to get back to her a little, play a little prank on her.

As soon as I feel the flow of sperm running through her shaft, I open my legs wide and let her erupting cock slap back onto her stomach. The flood that follows covers every square centimetre of skin above her waist and most of her hair. She never looked this beautiful.

"You..." She seethes. "You fucking, little, brat."

"That'll teach you to call me fat." I tease her.

"I... should have you clean all of this up with your tongue." She grins as if seriously entertaining the idea.

"If you did, Mother would not take that well." I remind her, though I would love to indulge her.

"She would... go fetch some water, will you?"

I clean her up and lie next to her. We stare at each other for a few long moments, unsure on what to do next. It is I who takes the initiative. My tongue dives once more into her lips, it meets little resistance. We keep on kissing for what feels like forever and I wish it was. When we finally let go of each other, I realise she is still playing with my bum.

"Shall we go again?" I ask.

"Better not. You need to sleep, we both do."

I must admit I am exhausted. I snuggle onto her and enjoy her smell. For some reason I feel... safe.

"Nefail?"

"What?"

"Do you like my bum?"

She sighs. "Maybe a little."

"I'll do it."

"Do what?"

"I'll save it for you. I want you to take my anal virginity."

For a moment, she remains silent, taken aback by the idea. "If the Matron wants..."

"I'll explain it to her, she will understand." I hope. "Can I ask you for something in return?"

"Depends..." She scoffs. "What would you want?"

"Two small things really. Number one: can we kiss more often? I really like it."

She considers what must sound to her like a very strange request. "Fine, but only in private. What is number two?"

"Number two, I would like you..." Maybe I'm asking too much, but what the hells. "I would like you not to cum again until you fuck my ass and, when you will, I'd like you not to stop until your balls are empty and happy."

"Well, aren't you a little succubus?" She smiles. Why do I love so much to see her smile?

"Oh my Goddess! You are hard again." I slide her cock back between my legs. "Maybe one last time, before we begin our little game?"

"All right." She whispers. "One last time... maybe two."