In Which an Elven Servant... Ch. 31

In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home

Chapter 31

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"Just a moment! Yes I hear you!" I shout as I scramble down the stairs, the bell ringing for the third time.

"Hello, how can I-" It's only when I've fully swung the front door open, and the outside air hits my nipples, that it occurs to me that I am, in fact, wearing my slutty maid outfit. My whole body flushes hot with embarrassment as my hands fly to cover myself.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on your perspective, it's no one that hasn't seen the goods before. Still, regardless of having seen me in even less modest situations, Yuri and Piper just kind of stare all wide-eyed.

"Um... come in. Please," I step back and hide my shame behind the door.

Yuri comes in and walks past me, turning as she walks to keep a firm eye on me, her expression completely unchanged. Piper does not move, his eyes nervously casting downards.

"I'm actually just dropping Yuri and her books off, so..." his eyes glance up, then quickly avert themselves again.

"Dropping her off for what?" I look between the two of them. She's still staring with that odd expression of admiration that she gets.

"You haven't been told?" he asks, not quite looking me in the eye, "She's supposed to help with some translations? I think? Anyways, I was just supposed to drop her off, I've got other errands to do. I'll be back to pick her up later."

"What is she translat- Wait, drop her off? How'd you get here, can you drive?" I tilt my head, a little perplexed. He's not any taller than me. Elves are, compared to humans, not that sexually dimorphic.

"No, Mistress got me a moped!" he says, cheerfully. I don't quite manage to hide a little snort of laughter at the image of him riding one.

"What?" he asks, appearing genuinely confused.

"It's nothing," I wave my hand, dismissing it, "Thank you for dropping her off, Piper."

"Right. I should go," he nods and backs up a little before turning to make a retreat.

I close the door and am left with Yuri still, um, admiring me. I realize that I didn't really get a solid answer about what this was all about. However, I do notice a note pinned to Yuri's shirt, which I gingerly retrieve and open.

"Lydia could only spare the one kitty today (Yuki is at the groomers), so you'll have to wait on the full translation. Yuri reads hellscript well enough, but Lydia sent her with some supplementary materials, in case it's an old or obscure dialect. Once she's copied it into Japanese, she'll bring it home and Yuki will put it into English for you. BTW, she's still a little spooked about your last encounter with her (I loved it, though!) so if you're going to 'use' her again, you might find her more pliant if Lorelei is present - she really likes that elf! Piper will be back to pick her up at around 6. If it looks like it's going to take her longer than that to finish (or if she's busy with -other- things), give me a call. Have fun, sweetie! -Clara," the bottom of the page has a lipstick mark on it.

"What are you transla-" I start, but then remember how fruitless that is, and ask something I don't expect an answer to, "You read hellscript, but you don't speak English?"

Yuri gives an enthusiastic nod, "Hellscaript, yes."

I lead her into the living room, where I'm less exposed to any prying eyes. Except the ones following me.

"I'd better go get Master to see what this is all about," I turn to go, then turn back, "You'd, uh, better stay here. Lucy will have a fit if she runs into you."

She nods, as if she understands, but then proceeds to follow me as I go. I can feel the eyes on my ass. It takes a couple of minutes of trying to explain with words that she doesn't understand and the use of hand gestures to get the idea through. Finally, after making her a drink and sitting her in the living room, she seems to grasp that she needs to stay put.

Despite Master's continuous refusal to wear any sort of locator device or even a bell (so that I can find him when he needs me, but hasn't realized it yet), I track him down in fairly short order. My ears pick up the sound of movement in his study, but I walk in before I really process what sounds they are.

"Master did you-" I clear my throat, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were busy."

"It's quite alright, Lorelei," he says calmly from where he stands, leaning against his desk.

"Yeah Lorelei, it's fine. You know he loves it when you watch," Lucy gives me a mischevious grin from where she kneels, in front of him. She makes it a point to maintain intense eye contact with me while she drags her tongue up the length of Master's cock.

A little bit of an awkward moment, but not as much as it used to be. I've gotten used to it as best as a person can get used to walking in on a succubus fellating someone they love. I don't let on that I've become accustomed, though. Lucy seems to get a lot of satisfaction from taunting me, and I can't take that away from her.

She does pounce him for 'feedings' at least once a day, generally twice. Between her, his active sexual relationship with Clara, and any surprises like Lydia and her girls, plus myself when I get attention after all of that, I've had to change around Master's diet to make sure he gets enough of the proper nutrients and has enough energy to properly service all these girls.

"Did... you want me to come back, Master?" I ask, a bit sheepish. I take it back, at least a little bit; still super awkward.

"No, no, I'm almost done," he says breathily, fingers running through Lucy's hair.

Lucy swirls her tongue around the head of his cock, still looking at me, "Stay. He wants you to watch while he pours his cum down my-"

"Be nice, Lucy!" he interrupts her by forcefully grabbing her horns and pulling her down on his cock, thrusting his hips forward so that her lips are down to the hilt in an instant.

I breathe in sharply and bite my lip. I do envy her ability to take him all at once like that. I don't think succubi have a gag reflex. I especially enjoy how rough he starts getting with her, using her horns as handles to essentilly fuck her face. I wonder if Master would ever be this rough with me. Maybe if I asked him? Is that a proper thing for an elf to ask for? To manhandle me like I'm his little pointy eared slut? I mean, if I genuinely think he'd enjoy it, I suppose it would be fine.

He is indeed almost done. I can see it written all over him. I know how to read my Master's body, as I should. I approach his side and put my hand on his arm, watching him pant and moan while he forces his cock down Lucy's throat. She must feel so good. To my delight, he releases one horn and clasps my hand in his. He squeezes me and I squeeze back and I watch his eyes half clothes as he gives her a few hard, deliberate pumps. I have to remind myself to breathe while I watch him cum into her throat. When he's finally done, he pulls her from him and lets her tumble back. I can see her throat moving as she swallows, a big smile on her face as she stretches out and relaxes on the floor.

"Mmm, that was good... I know Lorelei's not very good at it, but you really should let her try now and then, Master," Lucy remarks in the most Lucy way possible, "I mean, she's begging for it in that outf- Hey wait a minute, why isn't she in a fucking belt?!" she bolts up to a sitting position and then clamors to her feet.

I'm surprised it took her so long to notice. I'd been wearing the outfit since yesterday. I suppose when your mind is constantly in the gutter, something like your housemate being dressed like a prostitute doesn't really register, and so she didn't inspect it more closely.

She walks right up to me, glaring down with indignant confusion, as if trying to form a sentence to express how horribly she's been slighted by my very miniscule amount of sexual freedom. She doesn't quite manage it, though.

"Master, Yuri is here to translate something for you?" I turn to him, letting Lucy seethe next to me. When I turn back, she's already gone. Her ability to vanish like that is almost elf-like.

"Ah, yes," Master says, laughing at Lucy's flight, "Let me get the books and mark the passages I need translated," he goes to his shelf and pulls down a large, poorly bound book with pages that I suspect are not made from trees.

"Master, these pages," I examine one of the books as we walk, one with a very intense, elaborate series of runes on the cover, "What are they made of? It's like a dry leather, almost..." I clear my throat, "This isn't human skin or something like that, is it? I mean, considering that it is written in hellscript."

"No, no, nothing like that," he says, then pauses to correct himself, "Well, sort of like that. My understanding is that it's elven skin. Some varieties of this kind of writing require it to be written on living flesh, before being fashioned into a page, so naturally they'd write it on a slave. Barbaric stuff, but that's hell for you."

"Oh," I look at it again, "Well, I guess that's sort of better," it's strange that it's sort of relieving to know that it wasn't human, even if it's my own kind. Master must have thought the reaction was strange, too, because it gets a chuckle out of him.

"Master... what is this all about, exactly?" I look up at him.

"It concerns Lucy, though that much was probably obvious," he smiles at me, "I don't want to tip my hand too much, not until I get the translations done. It could amount to nothing. But it could be important in how I... manage her, in the future. Fortunately, I doubt she'll be snooping too much around Yuri."

Speaking of, we spook her a little when we walk into the living room. She bolts up straight at the sight of us, and manages to spill her drink all over herself. I think she's still a little nervous about Master. Not surprising, one's first time with a human male can be intense, especially if one leans towards women. We'll get her eager for him in no time, I'm sure.

"Easy, there. I'm sorry, didn't mean to frighten you," he says, putting his hands up and letting me approach her first.

She sort of stays on the other side of me, but notably, doesn't take her eyes off of Master. I might describe it as 'fascinated concern', but not fear, really. She has gotten tea all over her clothes, though. That won't do.

Master approaches more slowly, and she stands her ground, still keeping her eyes on him. He puts his hand on her head and gently rubs behind one of her ears, and both of them relax a little. My nose twitches, and I swear I can pickup the scent of female arousal in the air, and it's not Lucy or I.

"Thank you for coming over to translate for us, Yuri, I appreciate it," he says, more to present a calming tone, given the language barrier, "Lorelei, get her out of these damp clothes and clean them, will you?" he takes the books from my hands and places them on the nearby table.

She stiffens a little as I start unbuttoning her dress, but she doesn't move or do anything to stop me. She must think I'm preparing her for Master's use. I pause, hoping to reassure her, but she doesn't have my attention, she's still staring up intently at Master. She's not wearing any underwear, I note, as I drop her dress to the floor. I suppose I'm not exactly one to judge, given my current method of dress. Or before that, even, unless you count the chastity belt as panties.

She shyly moves her hands between her legs to cover herself, though curiously makes no attempt to cover her breasts. It makes some sense, I suppose, it's not like Master would be able to fuck her chest. Not with Yuri, anyways, she's not overly endowed. Again, not one to judge too harshly. Her eyes finally leave Master and cast downwards as she blushes. A little late to be shy, honey - Lydia might legally own you, but Master has already made you his.

I kneel down and gather her dress up, "I'll just put this in the wash," I turn to go, but find she has caught me by the elbow.

"She'll be right back, Yuri, it's okay," Master says to her, stepping closer and putting a hand on her shoulder. Which, if I'm being honest, is not helping her impression that she's about the be ravished. How do I explain that that's probably only going to happen later?

I take a blanket from the couch next to me and drape it over her shoulders, and that seems to calm her some. Or at least enough that she lets my arm go. It's maybe for the best that she doesn't understand English. It wouldn't feel right if I had to tell her that Master is nothing to worry about, when I'm quietly hoping Master will take her even more roughly than last time. She needs a thorough fucking to get her over this weird behavior where she thinks her sexual preference is up to her, instead of her humans. I'm sure Master would agree. And Lucy, even if she doesn't want to be around Yuri. So we're all in agreement about the big human cock belonging inside the little catgirl. And from her scent, that actually includes Yuri herself, if my elven nose doesn't deceive me. She may have a fixation on me, but this didn't start until Master came down. Maybe she doesn't realize she wants Master to fuck her, but her body does.

Finally, I manage to slip away to put her dress in the wash. Master called her over to translate things for her, not for a quick lay, so it's unlikely that he'll be fucking her when I get back. But a girl can dream. I actually had some other loads to do, so it was convenient timing. Mostly sheets. I've been finding myself cleaning bedsheets a lot more often since Master and Clara have been intimate. I suppose I don't, strictly speaking, have to clean them as often as I do. But there's no such thing as 'too clean'. And it gives me the opportunity to stay aware of how active their sex life is. It's important that I keep tabs on it, because... um, elf things. It just is.

No, I don't return to find Master having bent Yuri over and helping himself. As much as I think that would be a better use of both of their times. But what I do find is quite interesting. She seems to have overcome her fear, and looks quite fascinated by the tomes Master is showing her. They're almost having a conversation, minus any abundance of mutually understood words between them. Most of what he seems to want translated is in that one big creepy book of his, the one with the, um, dermal pages. Yuri seems unfazed by its appearance, either the contents, or it's unpleasant appearance, what with the cover that looks like a smiling face with too many eyes. Which may or may not be an artistic flourish, or an actual face glued on there, knowing how these things go.

Master leaves her with everything she needs before leaving her to it. I'm given specific instructions to stay with her and help her with whatever she needs. So much for getting anything done today, but at least if he does decide he needs to empty his balls into her little catgirl pussy, I won't miss it. I get a few little shy schoolgirl looks as I settle in to wait there and not do much at all, but she mostly seems engrossed in what she's doing. I do find that I'm left with an uneasy feeling; Yuri may not be watching me, but I get a distinct sense that someone is. I can't tell if it's the effect of that awful book on the table, or if there's another, more flesh and blood demon keeping an eye on me.

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I wake up, finding that I've dozed off with my face against the desk across from Yuri. She's still working diligently, transcribing the scary moon runes on the pages of the books into non-scary moon runes that I no more understand than the first. But it looks like she's made a lot of progress. She shoots me a shy schoolgirl smile and giggles a little at what I presume, and can feel, is a noticeable red mark on the side of my face, from laying it against the desk.

Ever wake up, and feel like something in specific woke you up, but can't remember what it was, because you can't remember the moment after you woke?

"Psssssst!"

There it is. Really only one person it could be. I stand and look around, to no avail, but I don't have to wait long for her to repeated herself with an even more urgent hissy sound. I don't know if she's under the impression that Yuri can't hear that, but I guess it doesn't matter, she doesn't seem to pay it any mind. I roll my eyes and follow the sound, going around the corner into the kitchen, where a very irate - and for some reason, pantsless - Lucy acosts me. Seriously, why does she bother with the shirt if she's not going to put anything else on?

"What's this all about? Tell me! Now!" she says sharply, lightly pushing me to the wall behind me.

"I don't-"

"Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about!" she demands. It's a little odd to see her acting agitatied but not 'rapey' agitated.

"I know exactly what you're talking about," I cross my arms, "if you'd let me finish, I was going to say I don't know what she's translating. Master wasn't forthcoming, and I don't speak Japanese."

"That big book with the spiky things and the face is a copy of one of the volumes of infernal heresy, Lorelei, I've seen them before!" she quickly says, like that means anything to me.

"Isn't everything infernal inherently heretical?" I ask.

"I mean heretical -to- hell," she clarifies, "That's some heavy shit, even in hell. And he's trying to keep what he's doing from me."

"Lucy, he talked about it right in front of you," I astutely point out.

"But he's having that thing out there translate it," she says, quite rudely, "I'm a literal demon, you think I don't read hellscript? Why do you think he's not asking me to do it?!"

"Because you're a lazy slut, and he wants it done before the year is up?" I kind of blurt out.

Her face goes blank, "First of all, nice banter, Lorelei. I'm legitimately sort of proud of you," she shakes her head, "But the point is, he's having her translate it because he doesn't want me to know what he's putting together. He's up to something, and it's nothing good!"

I don't really try that hard to hide my offense, "Master has always done what he felt was right. I'll thank you to keep your slanderous thoughts to yourself."

"Rrrg, you're an impossible sycophant for human cock, Lorelei!" she accuses. I'm going to be honest here, I don't have a rebuttal for that.

"What is the worst that he could be possibly doing? What are you afraid of?" I ask. For someone who's literally from hell, you'd think she'd be ready for anything.

"What?! I don't know! That's the point! I -don't- know!" she complains.

"Wait, is this about you being afraid of what he'll do, or are you just frustrated that you don't know what's going on?" I tilt my head.

She sighs and puts her hands on her hips, "It's like 50/50."

"Don't you have anything better to do?" I shake my head.

"I really don't," she throws up her hands, "I can't leave the house and he locked up my pussy. He hasn't even been being a proper bastard to me lately. Too busy fucking his slut."

"I'll also thank you not to talk about Miss Clara that way," I scold her.

"I was talking about you, Lorelei," she gives a sly grin, "Nice performance yesterday, by the way."

"We were locked in Master's office! There is no way you watched us!" I turned bright red. And there's no avoiding it, start getting soaked at being called Master's slut.

"Oh, of course. I take it back. Definitely didn't watch you take it in the ass like a good little elf maid, wearing your lewd little uniform," she says, dismissively.

"How," I demand.

"So you going to play with your little catgirl?" Lucy asks, "She's an evil death-beast, but I've seen how she looks at you."

"Don't you change the subject," my ears lower in annoyance, "How'd you see us?"

"A little role change?" Lucy quirks an eyebrow, "Normally submissive little Lorelei makes the kitty into her own little slave?"