Elvira Gets Meddled With 6 (Patreon)

With Elvira’s clit trapped in place, Daphne battered the tiny bud with her tongue, keeping Elvira far from the sanity of afterglow… maddened with a continuous plunge down a bottomless pit, her pleasure never dampening as she fell further and further into it.

Elvira, whirling through the strains of climax, ground her cunt into Daphne’s mouth. Her head snapped from side to side, her face burning red, her blue eyes facing the spinning ceiling with a vacant stare.

“I’m coommmiinnnggg!” Elvira clawed the rug with her fingernails, her legs shuddering, her heels bouncing off the floor with blow after blow.

Scalding cream shot from Elvira’s twitching pussy, drowning Daphne in its abundance. She drank it, having to as it flooded her mouth, and found it to be delicious, a liquid feast. She renewed her assault, driving her teeth into Elvira’s clit, and Elvira’s body writhed as she went on another wild ride, crying out in pure ecstasy.

Elvira’s back arched, with head thrown back and ebony hair escaping her beehive to stick to her sweaty shoulders, fan out across the carpet. She felt like she was being destroyed as her violent climax made itself felt in every nerve. Screaming hoarsely while hot shivers wracked her body, tearing through her inner folds like explosions set off by her pulsating arousal.

The last pang of her orgasm went off inside her; the shockwave was the last thing holding Elvira up. She collapsed down to the floor, squirming and heaving, looking like she’d have to use her hands to stuff enough air into her mouth for her needy lungs.

She tumbled through her satiation, lighthearted and swirling from one rapturous throb to the next until her climax finally died down and she was left beached where she had first fallen. Her majestic body trembled, then she let out a soft purr that bespoke her contentment. Her ecstasy had taken everything she had and she loved it.

Daphne came up from between Elvira’s creamy thighs, her face drenched with the silken fluid Elvira’s cunt had purged itself of. “I… I enjoyed that,” Daphne gasped, her own voice dubious. “I really… liked it.”

Elvira pulled herself to her knees. “You’re going to enjoy a lot of things. More importantly, so am I.” She dropped down onto the redhead, licking her face and lips clean of her own cunt.

Daphne reciprocated, both kissing Elvira hungrily and becoming a bundle of nervous energy while her passion raced away from all control. But when Elvira slipped her thigh between Daphne’s legs, she was as receptive as Elvira had been. She rode Elvira’s leg to orgasm.

When Daphne came back to her senses, she held Elvira’s voluptuous body. Touching it confused her even more, but at least it felt good. She’d be no less confused if she let go of Elvira. “I can’t believe all these things I’m doing,” Daphne said dreamily. “Am I a lesbian?”

“When I want you to be,” Elvira purred. “But we’ll see if we can’t find some good boys for you. You like good boys, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” Daphne said, still floating in a state of euphoria even as the pleasure faded—the contentment wasn’t going anywhere. Daphne found herself liking that. She had no regrets, no shame. With freedom from those inner neuroses, she felt more liberated than ever.

“Good. What’s your favorite? Dalmatian? Retriever? Husky?”

“Husky…?” Daphne asked, unable to figure out what Elvira was saying. Did she want her to fuck some fat guy? “No, no huskies…”

“Alright, then. Retriever. That Fred of yours definitely seems like a retriever.”

“Yes, he’s always bringing me things… flowers and chocolates and… what I really want is his dick.” Daphne giggled while holding Elvira, relishing the creaminess of her lush body. “Maybe we can give him some scotch. Then he’ll fuck me.” She giggled again, thinking about it.

“Hon, either you don’t need scotch to get that boy or no amount of scotch is going to get him.” Elvira crawled out of Daphne’s arms. “But since werewolves have an insatiable sex drive, maybe we should just let his needs and yours take care of themselves.” She reached into a drawer under the coffee table. “Here. So you know what you’re in for, when he’s in you.”

And she handed Daphne a folder full of photos.

Daphne’s eyes bugged out at the sight of the first one and they didn’t get any less wide as she looked at the next, and the next one after that. The pictures were all of Elvira and a giant, humanoid canine. The size and shape of a bodybuilder, the creature’s head was that of a wolf and its hind legs bent back like a dog’s, while long talons sprouted from its fingers. Thick hair covered every inch of the being except for its giant red cock, which featured in several close-ups. The prick looked menacing, intimidating, but Daphne’s mouth watered as she came to photo after photo of Elvira taking it.

“He’s my pet. His name’s Kitty. Perverse, I know,” Elvira explained. “He ran off a few days ago, so you can see why I’m so horny. I haven’t even taken Kitty for a walk!”

Daphne shuffled to the next picture, leering at it. It was of ‘Kitty’ on two legs, with Elvira on all fours before him. Or she had been. Her lower body was raised in Kitty’s hands, her legs vee’d past the werewolf’s midsection so that all that held Elvira up was her outstretched arms.

Daphne leered at the picture with mixed emotions. Repulsed by what she saw, yet so curious about it. Disgust and wonderment at how such a thing must’ve felt warred inside her.

“I’d love getting fucked like that.” Immediately Daphne tried to swallow her perverse words back down, but they were already speeding through the open air between her and Elvira.

“I’d love you getting fucked like that too. Wish I could do it myself, but I couldn’t live with letting Frankenstein sew one of those things on me. If a guy’s born with a biggie like that, he should get to keep it! Like a rhino’s horn.”

More pictures showed Elvira ‘walking’ forward on her hands, like a woman doing a handstand, only her lower body wasn’t in the air, it was splayed at Kitty’s groin. He maneuvered her forward like a wheelbarrow, his giant cock skewering her cunt. Elvira was literally being fucked every step of the way.

Elvira stroked the soft, silken flesh at the small of Daphne’s back. Her voice became intoxicating, so melodious that it seemed to touch Daphne like a sensual caress. “If I’m right, Fred will be teaching you all about werewolves real soon. You’re learn to enjoy their long tongues, their big dicks, everything. You’ll fuck him, suck him, feed him all that luscious body…”

“I can’t wait,” Daphne confessed, suddenly feeling sleepy, as though the struggle of keeping the truth to herself had been the only thing giving her energy. Without it, she was drifting away. “I… I…”

She looked to Elvira in confusion. The beautiful spectacle of the woman’s naked figure turned fuzzy. Daphne’s head spun. The room spun with it. She didn’t know what to do or, really, where she was. Mind and body had been taxed to the limit, accepting this pleasure and where it came from. She couldn’t take this added temptation. The consideration of it was too much for her.

Elvira took hold of her, cradling Daphne in her arms. At the assurance of her embrace, Daphne quivered, then fell into a satiated sleep. Elvira set the dead weight of her new conquest down on the floor, looking hungrily at the girl and all the luscious passions there were to explore in her naked body. Even sound asleep on the floor, Daphne was a captivatingly erotic presence.

Elvira cleared her throat and Loom showed up. It’d been impossible to hire Lurch away from the Addams, but his cousin was just as good a butler and didn’t yak your ear off. He simply swept into the room to await Elvira’s command.

“You’ve prepared her a room? Good. Take her over and tuck her in.” Elvira straightened, stretching her long, voluptuous body until, with a ripple of delicious curvature, she was at her full height. Every muscle, every inch of skin, seemed to glow with life.

Loom nodded obediently and scooped Daphne up in arms too powerful to show any sign of her weight.

“Be sure to tuck her in good. Chains on her hands and feet. I’m not going to talk her into trying out bondage the way I had to talk her into giving women a shot.”

Loom nodded once more and carried Daphne away.

Elvira picked up her dress, heaving a sigh at all the work she had yet to do. The torrid session with Daphne had worn her out, but it wasn’t like she could leave the girl’s friends out all night. She would have to find them a place to sleep.

And do other things, obviously.