Demon-Elf 1, The One Where They Met: (Patreon)

Author’s Note:

Story contains demons, elves, misuse of elven magic, proper use of succubus magic, conjoinment, bisexuality, minor orgy, dual cocks, dueling with cocks vs. cj babes, quad boobs, strawberry milk, and two characters I hope the creator never notices I used here, or I’ll be way too embarrassed.

Story:

With a LITERALLY orgasmic scream, a demon from the deepest, warmest, softest parts of hell tore through the bounds of Sophie’s reality, and came, again literally, into existance, tits first.

Sophie felt her jaw go a bit slack as she stared at the the curvaceous, bat winged, with large, round tits, pointed ears, hips that looked like they were made for hanging onto and a spade tipped tail that thrashed in the air as the demon came down from her orgasm.

The pale skinned demon pushed raven black hair out of her face and blinked her eyes and for the first time Sophie noticed. Where most creatures had whites, this demon had gold, and the colored bit was a deep, dark crimson that seemed to slowly bleed into a black center than having a normal black circle.

“Well… hello…” the demon purred, sweeping forward with a swish of her wide hips, her hand cupping the elf’s chin. “I’m… Pren.”

“S-sophie.” And it was the demon’s turn to drink her in, and Sophie could feel that caress of the demon’s, Pren’s, eyes. From her pink hair, long and swaying, flowers seeming to sprout from random strands. Her shoulders were as pale and as bare as Pren’s, but the blush that colored Sophie’s cheek had spared that far down, and to the tops of two plump, heaving breasts, her elven corset holding them together, tight and high.

The corset, brown earth tones as it was, held her waist in and emphasized the wide hips she had in common with the demon, both women’s plump thighs touched as Pren slid one foot in between the pink haired elf’s.

“Sophie the… elf?” Pren arched an eyebrow, lifting a lock and sniffing deeply. “Hmm…. Maybe I should call you Sophie the Strawberry Elf.”

“I… I am.” Sophie blushed. “A strawberry elf, I mean. All of my clan come from fruit.”

“Aren’t you just delicious?” Pren whispered in Sophie’s ear, delighting in feeling the shiver pass through the elf as their breasts pressed together. “Can I be the chocolate to your strawberry?”

“I…” Sophie closed her eyes, slowly fluttering them open, and watching as Pren’s golden, red eyes drank in Sophie’s sky blue ones. “I need you.”

“Lots of those who summon say they need me.”

“You don’t understand.” Sophie shook her head, her chin coming free of Pren’s grip. “My people need help.”

Pren blinked, her wings seeming to shrink as she folded them behind her. “What?”

“A… a demon lord has attacked my people, our lands are under his sway.”

“But what am I supposed to-.”

“The spell!” Sophie could feel the tears welling up, not the first she’d shed since that horrible creature had appeared and set the elves’ fields aflame. “It was supposed to summon someone that… that together they and I could defeat him and send him back from whence he came!”

“…together.” Pren let the comment hang in the air for a moment, watching the proud elf hold her chin high and held each other’s gaze before Pren closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. “I’m a… I’m…”

“You’re…” Sophie bit her lip. “You’re a…”

“Say it.” Pren’s head jerked up. “Everyone says it when they meet me at some point. Go ahead and call me what I am, what you see me as, what you know I am.”

“Succubus.”

Pren sucked in a breath as she felt a rush of emotion.

“…Ok… Ok Sophie the Strawberry Elf. Let’s see this demon lord and how I can… WE can defeat them, together.”

~

Pren slowly pushed the door she’d been peeking through back shut, and turned, ever so slowly to Sophie. “That… is the demon lord.”

“Yes.”

“Who ravaged your lands?”

“Yes.”

“Pillaged your people and enslaved them?”

“Yes.”

“And your spell summoned me to defeat… that.”

“Exactly. With me. Togeth-.”

“Yes, Together, I got that… he’s like TEN FEET TALL!”

“We might have noticed that.” Sophie poked her fingers together looking away from Pren.

“And he’s got not one, BUT TWO cocks.” Pren hissed out through her sharp teeth, fangs bared at the strawberry elf.

“…that we hadn’t noticed.” Sophie blinked, leaning towards the hand, lifting a hand as if to push it open enough to peek through before Pren stopped her. “He… he never partook of any of my people.”

“Of course not.” Pren buried her face in both hands. “He’s a cod-piece demon.”

“A… what?”

“That’s not the official name, of course.” Pren sighed. “It’s a type of demon that’s… well they’re darn near invincible, with enough strength and stamina for ten OTHER demon lords. The only way to ‘vanquish’ them is to drain them.”

“…drain?”

“Sexually.” Pren snapped, her face coming up so she was nose to nose with Sophie. “That’s why the spell summoned a sex demoness!”

“But…”

“And because of your wording, it has to be not just me, but US TOGETHER ‘defeating’ him.” Pren smacked her own head with the palm of one hand twice, just under her right horn.

“You mean that we need to… have a threeway with him?” Sophie’s eyes had grown huge as the demoness explained the depths of the trouble the spell had gotten them both into.

“No, a menage-a-trois isn’t going to be enough to drain those double snakes.” Pren paused to spit on the floor. “It’s the whole reason he has two cocks. By the time you got one cock drained, the other would be ready to go, and it would take both of us working together to get even one orgasm out of them, let alone drain them.”

“Oh, oh good.”

“It means we have to actually combine.”

“…what.” Sophie took a step back away from Pren.

“Conjoined together.” Pren continued. “In a body tailor made to make him cum. I’m thinking of all four boobs, two above two.” Pren mimed a very oddly shaped hourglass with her hands. “Two heads of course for oral and both our pussies for that.”

“P-pren?”

“And two assholes. The question is do we go two legs, or three?”

“Pren, there’s no way I can-.”

“I think two legs, so when we squeeze our thighs together, it’ll make us goosh and it’ll let us take him to the double hilts instead of making him sort of Y split when he fucks us hard and fast. That might hurt… but he might be into tha-.”

“PREN!” Sophie hissed. “I’ve… I’m not… Being… sexual like that is… TOO MUCH!”

Pren paused and looked at Sophie. “…umm… forgive me for this but… you don’t smell like a virgin.”

“I’m… ah… over 500 years old.” Sophie fretted. “It’s not that I’ve never had sex…”

“Is it that it’s with me?” Pren gestured up and down her own curvaceous form. She’d never quite understood the human hangups about laying with someone who was the same gender as themselves, but she’d been hoping elves were more open minded.

“Oh no, I find you quite attractive!”

“Oh good.” Pren felt a smile spread across her face. “You’re pretty cute too. Is it that it’s with the demon lord?”

“Oh, no, not at all.” Sophie shook her head sharply. “He’s quite handsome. I would have laid with him before now had he requested it.”

“Ok so bi like me, and open, even intersted and consenting to the sex. What’s the issue here?”

“The… the…” Sophie smacked both hands over her face as she turned bright pink in a blush, peeking through her fingers.

“Marathon Orgy?” Pren hazarded.

Sophie nodded, short, quick, face still covered with both hands.

“Not just that.”

Sophie gave a hesitant nod.

“The conjoinment?”

Slower… even more hesitant nod.

“That you and I will be a walking orgy in one body, sharing every touch, every shiver, every sensation and caress?”

Sophie yanked her hands down and nodded her head vigorously.

“Is it that you don’t want it…” Pren stepped close to the strawberry elf, her hand caressing from Sophie’s shoulders, to the small of her back, pulling the two of them tightly against each other, their breasts compressing together and rising like four loaves of bread up to their chins, and making Pren wonder of the pair could even kiss with their bellybuttons touching like this. “Or that you want it so bad you’re afraid you’ll never want to be separated ever again?”

“I…”

“What do you want… my cute, strawberry elf?” Pren took a deep breath, savoring the smell of strawberries and chocolate their scents made intermingled like this.

“THIS!” Sophie threw her arms around Pren’s shoulders and the two came together in a flash of demonic and elven magic.

~

The pale skinned demon-elf sat upon the demonic throne the … PREVIOUS demon lord had the elven people craft for them. It was ridiculously oversized for the conventionally tall demon-elf, their two heads coming to 5’10”, but nothing compared to the ten foot tall form it had been crafted for. Still, as tall as it was, the wide hips the demon-elf had barely fit between the arms of the chair, the wood creaking as the form shifted in its seat.

“S-so… ah…” Pren panted. “That was…. A first?”

“Ha… How so?” Sophie panted, her head next to the demon’s on their shared shoulders, one of their four hands caressing over the two breasts on her side, sending a shiver down their Y shaped spine, their double pussies fragrance filling the air and bringing a moan to both heads.

“N-number of orgasms in under ten hours.” Pren looked at the clock. “Nine. Nine hours.”

“H-happy to have… ah… helped.” Sophie felt the edges of darkness tugging at her mind, wanting to pull her into an exhausted sleep. “D-did we win?”

“Y-yeah.” Pren let one of the hands on her side fall to her abs and wondered where their corset had gotten off to. Her other hand cupped a heavy tit, noting the soft, wet, pink drop of liquid at the end of both sets of nipples. Bringing it to her lips, she blinked at the taste. Strawberry milk. Strawberry ALMOND milk, somehow. “Two headed demon-elf vs two, hard, thick, and long demon cocks with cum filled balls the size of party balloons, for the win!”

For a moment the two headed demon-elf simply panted and caught their breath before pushing themselves up further in the chair and straightening their back, their four heavy  tits swinging in the warm air of the throne room.

“So, uh, I know I’ve been casting my spells a bit fast and heavy today.” Sophie bit her lip, glancing at the mirror the vane demon lord had next to his throne, and now the demon-elf used to admire their merged form. “But that last spell was both our magics so… are we separable?”

“As in ‘can it be undone?’” Pren asked, rolling their shoulders and grinning at how their plump breasts rolled with it, and four pearly drops of pink milk fell. “Are you in such a rush to get away from me?”

Sophie’s cheeks turned a pretty pink and she looked away, before glancing to the mirror and seeing Pren’s look go from teasing to concern. Turning quickly, her lips caught Pren’s in a kiss, and the two, despite the incredible and LONG marathon of sex they’d just shared felt their body start to heat up again. “M-maybe I just want to have my own form so we can take turns tasting each other’s…. Down there.”

“Oh, if that’s all you wanted.” Pren waved her hand in a poof of smoke, another demon-elf identical to Sophie and Pren was standing there, Sophie2 looking bashful and Pren2 grinning with all her sharp teeth.

“Wh-what?” Sophie blinked.

“Time loop, darling.” Sophie2 answered. “You’ll understand in… a few hours I think.”

“Finally.” Pren2 says as they kneel before the seated demon-elf. “It’s our turn!”

Sophie2’s blush grew even deeper, but it was her tongue who flicked out to taste the pussy on Pren’s side first, eliciting a gasp from the woman in the chair.

Sophie decided then, she was in no rush to ever be separate from this crazy, fun demoness… but the next time they had a sex-capade like this, they were getting a bed.

~fin for now