Elven Mage's Submissive Passion

by Reed James

  Kulrigiizhai shivered. Will he sell me off? she thought. Let them whip me? Beat me. Do... other things? Dark memories flooded through her that fed that anger never far from the surface.

  Marcus Aurelius's arm went around her shoulders. He pulled her close to him, her ear brushing his hair. He had thick and manly hair, flowing locks that matched well with the armor he wore. “Do you think two is good enough for a dirty elf?”

  “Three!” one said, a human with ebony skin. He stood tall, arms folded before him. “Another gold if I break her ass in with my cock.”

  “Five!” another one gasped.

  “Ten to fuck her asshole and make her suck me clean.”

  “She does that for me for free,” Marcus Aurelius said.

  A shiver ran through Kulrigiizhai as his hand slid down and groped her ass through the back of her robe. She had. Would. Unless... Her stomach roiled. She knew she couldn't trust him. He would prove his true character now.

  “Then ten should be more than enough for me,” the weaselly man said.

  “I need something more than mere gold for her,” Marcus said. “Bring me a bottle of sunlight.”

  The weaselly man's face fell. “W-what?”

  “A bottle of sunlight.” He pointed up. “There's the sun. Bottle me up some of that.”

  “I-I can't.”

  “Then how about capture a rainbow in a net,” Marcus said. “I want to wear it draped around my shoulders like a stole. Show my support of the LGBT.”

  “Uh...” the ebony-skinned man said. He looked around. “That's impossible.”

  “Is it?” demanded Marcus. “You think my elf is worth less than the impossible? I want a tiara made of the stars to put on her head while she sucks your cock. I want to adorn her in a belt woven of silver moonlight. That's how much my elf is worth.”

  She turned and looked at him. This strange sensation warmed her heart. She'd never felt it before. It was alien, not unpleasant, but... giddy. Almost like joy, but more full of awe. It made her think that she could trust him.

  But if he learned the truth... He wouldn't face her enemy. No one sane would.

  “If any one of you insults me with an offer of anything less than the impossible, you'll answer to my ax.”

  The gathered men slouched off. Kulrigiizhai's ears twitched. She looked at him, wanting to say something, but the words defied her right now. Something gripped her throat. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes.

  “Thy words were elegant and as beautiful as the very silvery moon thou wished to weave into raiment and then adorn Lady Kulrigiizhai's fair body, Marcus.”

  “Yeah,” Maria said, her voice tight.

  Marcus smiled. “I don't have all that, Kulri, but I do have this.” He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a flower. It was violet, the same shade as the elf's eyes. She shuddered as he tucked it behind her ear. “Not the impossible, but something beautiful for my elf to wear.”

  She swallowed and then choked out, “Thank you, Marcus Aurelius.”

  “Oh, Kulri, you look so beautiful with it,” Maria said, darting to the elf. “Just gorgeous. Doesn't she look pretty, Dëshoma and Éjyona?”

  “She does,” Éjyona said, peering up. “Purple suits you better than pink. Makes your eyes glow.”

  “The simple raiment of the flower doth suit thee well, Lady Kulrigiizhai. Far more than mere baubles ever could.”

  Kulrigiizhai floated as she walked on Marcus's arm through the rest of Liberus. She hardly paid attention to the familiar streets as they headed back to the Shardpool to return to Marcus's camp. She savored the feel of the flower tucked behind her ear. It proved the quality of man he was, a loving man. She could stay on this arm forever. She never wanted this warmth to fade.

  She'd once thought her emotions, save black rage, had been scourged from her soul, but they blossomed around this man. She felt as a flower opening up to his sunny presence.

  “Good Liberians!” a man shouted. “The Tear Bearers hard work has found the location of the long-lost orc capital. That's right, Rhezolhes, the orc city, has been rediscovered. Our portals will connect you to that mighty city. A new market for merchants. A new place of adventure for Shardhunters. Our portals can travel you around our shattered world without the need to scrounge up Shards. Why take those chances when you can rely on our safe and easy travel!”

  Kulrigiizhai's joy popped.

  She stiffened as she realized what square they had entered. The large building of the Tear Bearer's lay to her right, a stone edifice with crystal columns supporting the roof over the porch. A spire soared from the back corner, reaching loftily in the sky.

  “Tear Bearer's?” Marcus asked. “Portals?”

  “Yeah, what are those?” Maria asked.

  “They're magical teleportation,” said Éjyona. “The Tear Bearer's are an arcane guild. They send out their Shardhunters to find new places then use their magic to make portals to them so anyone could travel there. You don't have to party up with someone who has the Shard to Liberus or Ghébchal or, I guess, Rhezolhes now. That means they can travel to almost all of the cities now.”

  “They have... ambition,” Kulrigiizhai said, trying not to stare at the Tear Bearer's building. The herald was out front, crying out to attract business to it.

  “Ambition, huh?” Marcus said, staring at the entrance.

  An elf stepped out in blue robes adorned with stars. A tall being, his hair aged to the rich orange of autumn leaves, looked out at the square then smiled as a richly dressed man stepped up. The pair shook hands, talking animatedly.

  Kulrigiizhai pressed against Marcus, shifting her stance, using him as a shield. Icy cold spilled down her back. Her heart fluttered. She should have paid attention to where they were in the city. She shouldn't have let them come this way.

  “You okay?” Marcus asked.

  “I just... wanted to be closer to you,” she said, fighting against the anger that devoured the first rising of fear. She tried not to glare at Veazzuaxziag, her old master.

  Marcus gave a nod and then smiled at her. They kept walking through the square.

  * * / *

  I wondered who that elf was with the orange hair. The way Kulri reacted was so unlike her.

  I studied her walking on my arm. The joy she'd felt at his gift had utterly vanished. She'd returned to the ice queen. I didn't like that one bit. She had started to open up to me. I wanted her in my harem. To love her fully.

  It gave me something to think about on our way to the Shardpool. I had to handle this with care. Use just the right technique on Kulri to get her to open up. I made my plans as we passed through the human city.

  I felt eyes watching us. That Warrior was still out there, too. Something to worry about every time we visited the city.

  Chapter Seven: Kulri's Choice

  I was impressed to find that my dwarf already had her smithy set up. One of the empty lots now had a stone building, the front open to show off her forge and anvil. Smoke rose from a fire. Haîcze lounged inside, seeming to be chatting with Okzira.

  “Welcome back, Marcus!” Shelley greeted, wearing only that adorable apron of hers. I loved the way her little titties peeked out as she threw her arms wide and hugged me. “You look so sexy in your new armor.”

  “Mmm, doesn't he,” Twist said, sauntering by.

  “I have completed thy task, Shelley, and purchased all the ingredients thou required to stock thy kitchen fully and create succulent feasts for us.”

  “Thank you, Dëshoma!” Shelley gasped and broke away to hug the Cleric. “Oh, and you look sexy in your new robes. And Maria! You're so hot! Love the leather bra and panties.”

  “Thanks,” Maria said.

  “Not a bad camp,” Éjyona said as she looked around. “Room for a lot of followers. Going to have a big harem of women serving you?”

  “That's the plan,” I said, gazing out at all the space. I wondered what other types of shops I would get. My own tailors for the cloth users. Le
ather-workers for Maria and Twist. Alchemists and enchanters. Maybe a few maids. A builder to construct us a proper home.

  Shelley hurried off to her kitchen carrying several heavy sacks that Dëshoma had produced from her small belt pouch. The extra-dimensional space was astonishing. Did they only use it for pouches in this world?

  Seemed like such a waste.

  “Well, while we wait for dinner...” I said and turned to Kulri. “Strip naked, elf.”

  “Yes, Marcus Aurelius,” Kulri said, her ears twitching. A smolder appeared in her soft-violet eyes as she worked the delicate buttons holding her robe sealed tight about her torso. The silk rustled as her large boobs jiggled.

  My dick throbbed as Twist started stripping, too, a look of hunger in her eyes as she slipped out of her harness. Her hard nipples thrust from the band of her pink scales atop her large breasts. She dropped her gear on the ground, then worked off her panties.

  “Should we disrobe as well, Lord Marcus?” Dëshoma asked.

  “Yes,” I said, watching as Kulri opened her robes. Her heavy breasts slid into view, swaying with her passion. They rippled together. They were such lovely tits. Her ears twitched more, the flower looking perfect tucked behind them.

  She slipped her robe into her belt pouch. She was down to her panties and stockings. She slipped those off of her, exposing that juicy pussy of hers. I licked my lips, my cock rock-hard in my leather pants.

  Maria stripped on the other side of Kulri. Her round tits came into view as she thrust her bra into her pouch. Her nipples thrust out hard, her cheeks as bright red as her hair. Her green eyes smoldered, ready for the fun.

  “I'm soaking my new panties,” she said as she peeled off her thong.

  “Advantages of a loincloth,” Éjyona commented. She was already naked. The halfling had gotten stripped fast.

  “Want to try out some of my dildos?” Twist said. “I have one that two women can enjoy together.”

  “Yes, I do,” Éjyona said. “My pussy can take anything yours can.”

  “It better, or Marcus is going to tear you in half.”

  “I can't wait.” The halfling shot me a grin as Twist bent down to fish out her dildo. She also thrust her ass at me, her red scales flexing over that bubbly rump. She was curvy, too.

  “Leave on the stockings,” I told Kulri. “They look hot on you. Strip me.”

  “Yes, Marcus Aurelius,” she said. “This elf is eager to please you.”

  “I could use some of that pleasure, too,” Haîcze said, her body naked, hair dancing around her from her personal breeze.

  “We could form a triune delight of pussy licking,” said Dëshoma. “I could lick thee and thou could apply thy tongue to Maria's most delicious and dripping twat. Together, we could usher each other into the rapturous heights of climactic pleasure.”

  “Marcus has corrupted you,” Maria said. “It sounds fun. I like being in the party.”

  I hoped she would stay, but I had this nagging feeling she would leave when we found the cure. She had a village to save. I wouldn't stop her, but I didn't want to lose her. She was my first party member, though Haîcze was my first harem member.

  Kulri stripped me as I watched the three fall into their daisy-chain. Did they know that word here? They were licking and lapping at each other, feasting with hunger on the other's pussy. On the other side of them, Twist and Éjyona settled down to work a long dildo made of polished wood into the other's cunt.

  My breastplate, attached to the backplate by riveted straps on my left side and buckled straps on my right, unfolded. She pulled it off, revealing my muscular chest. I had a feeling in the real world, you needed to have on padding to wear armor, but I had no irritation at all.

  The elf fell to my knees and worked on the buckles of the cuisse protecting my right thigh. As she did, Iris darted before me. My pixie looked so excited. She threw her arms up in the air, a big grin on her face.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Check out Kulri's Character Sheet,” she said.

  I tapped her stomach and the Character Sheet appeared. I frowned as I went to Kulri. It showed her as a Level 11 Wizard. Nothing unusual. I saw her current equipment, her spells, including which ones she'd upgraded, and then I saw her traits.

  She had a new trait. Exhibitionist. An advanced trait that was still grayed out. She was learning it. It was like the Tentacle Lover skill that Maria was learning, triggered by being molested by a slime. I would have to make Kulri go naked a few more times, let her learn the trait and get bonuses from it.

  “Nice,” I said.

  “Look at yours,” she added, winking at me.

  I did and saw that I was learning Cunnilinguist. It wasn't an advanced sexual skill, but a normal one I could have chosen at level up. But I was doing enough of it, putting my all into it. It appeared like I was on the verge of learning it. Probably showing Okzira my talents had started me on this path.

  “Nice,” I said.

  “Maybe you could practice on me,” she said and drifted closer. She was so small she could stand on my tongue.

  I thrust it out and she plopped her little pussy right on it. Her thighs wrapped around my tongue. Her translucent wings fluttered. She groaned as she humped against me, her hands gripping the tip of my nose.

  “Marcus!” she moaned. I could taste her pussy. Like apricot. Delicious. “Oh, Marcus.”

  Kulri finished stripping off the rest of my plates as the naughty pixie ground her pussy on my tongue. I fluttered it, bouncing her on it. She gasped and moaned. She was so close to my face, I couldn't see her without going cross-eyed.

  The flavor of apricot pussy cream grew and grew. Kulri pulled my boots off one by one as I bounced the pixie on my tongue. The air stirred by her buzzing wings caressed my hot face. She squeaked more and more. Kulri drew down my pants now.

  “Marcus! Marcus! Marcus!” squeaked the pixie.

  A burst of pink dust burst from her. Apricot juices spilled over my tongue. She squeezed her thighs about it, her hands tightening her grip on my nose. Her orgasmic moans rang in my ears. I savored the flavor of her. It spread down my tongue.

  Then she gasped and zipped off. She buzzed around the camp, darting right and left, her passion echoing through the air. I pulled my tongue into my mouth, savoring the flavor soaking across my taste buds.

  A wonderful delight to experience.

  “She is an enthusiastic one,” Kulri said.

  “Yes, she is,” I said, staring down at her. “Turn around, bend over, and beg me to fuck you, elf.”

  “Yes, Marcus Aurelius,” she cooed, her voice a throaty purr. She turned her lithe body around. She thrust her ass up into the air and rubbed her cheek into the soft grass. Her hair spread over it, that pale gold hue standing out. “This elf would be honored to take your cock in her dirty, nasty pussy. This elf is so horny. Just aching for your cock, Marcus Aurelius. Will you satiate yourself in this elf's filthy cunt?”

  “Yes, I will,” I said, “but no cumming until I give you permission.”

  “Yes, Marcus Aurelius,” she moaned, her rump quivering. “This elf will obey.”

  I fell to my knees, my pierced cock smacking into her rump. The gold ring flashed in the sunlight. I grinned and slid my tip down her ass-crack. I nuzzled it lower and lower to her taint and then to the folds of that juicy pussy. My ring twisted, sending pleasure surging through me.

  With a groan, I thrust my shaft into her depths. I fucked into her hard and fast. I shuddered, savoring that hot and wet pussy engulfing my dick. Her elf-cunt welcomed me with silky heat. My cock ring pressed into my spongy crown. I bottomed out in her, my balls smacking into her.

  I savored it and drew back my hips.

  * * / *

  Kulrigiizhai

  Marcus's cock felt amazing in the elf's cunt.

  She squeezed around him, reveling in the feel of him. Her eyes closed. She rubbed her cheek into the soft grass while her hips stirred his pierced dick around in her cunt.
The cock ring rubbed along the top of her pussy walls as he drew back.

  Her ears twitched. She breathed in the sweet scent of grass and her own cunt. The other pussies seasoned the air. The daisy-chaining women moaned to her left while Twist and Éjyona panted, fucking each other with the fake cock.

  But Marcus Aurelius's cock is in me, Kulrigiizhai thought with joy.

  He slammed back into her pussy. Her large breasts swayed from the force of his thrust. His balls impacted against her clit. Pleasure burst through her. She moaned, the first hints of her orgasm already building and building in her.

  She knew she would have an amazing cum. She couldn't wait to experience it. She stirred her hips around his cock as he pumped away at her cunt. He grunted and groaned. His hands stroked her sides, rough and strong.

  “Kulri!” he panted. “That's it. You love my cock, don't you, slut?”

  “So much,” she moaned. “This elf would be happy having your cock in her all the time.” The words would have shocked her only days ago, but she knew the truth. She so wanted to be his.

  If she didn't have that dark anger in her. The impossible desire for revenge on him.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” he growled. “You love it, whore. I bet you want to cum so hard on my dick!”

  “This elf does, but she won't without permission, Marcus Aurelius!”

  “Truly?” he growled, plowing harder.

  “Yes!” It sent a wild surge of lust through her at the thought of even her orgasms being controlled by him. How long would he deny her the pleasure she craved?

  A smile spread on her lips in anticipation of how much she would ache for that ecstasy. Beg for it like the slut-elf whore she was. Her cunt clamped down on his cock, increasing the friction. The bliss built and built in her.

  “Fuck!” he grunted, slamming hard into her, the cock ring massaging the top of her pussy walls while his balls smacked against her clit.

  “This elf is so glad to make your cock feel good with her nasty pussy!” Kulrigiizhai moaned. The pleasure rippled through her as she spoke those words.

  Her ears twitched as he slammed deep into her. His balls smacked her clit over and over. So heavy with his cum. She rotated her hips around his cock as he buried again into her cunt. His hands swept up. He seized her big breasts and gripped them.