The New Demon Lord: The Elven Maiden (Patreon)
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Another of those pieces that started as a patron reward but went into commission work. Thought I'd tuck it in here to keep things tidy. The group keeps expanding as the awkwardly nice demon lord appoints a few more sexy helpers and gains the attention of his even-tempered maid.
Finn had his hands full lately. His new title of Demon Lord didn’t actually need much actual work from him, but the fact that he had met, hired or summoned so many curvy servants left him with plenty to do. One of his imps had bred him a fresh swarm of demonic minions and his half-giant, half-minotaur bodyguard had proven even more insatiable than expected.
He did it all behind closed doors whenever he could, but that didn’t make it especially private. His demonically empowered dick and her massive body (grown even bigger after exposure to said demon dick) had the bed rocking hard enough to rattle the door to his master bedroom.
This left the rest of the staff to tend to the castle. Elle, however, remained in the main hall where her dark elf ears could pick up every room-creaking thrust and uttered dirty talk from her lord’s bedroom.
It was a strange feeling for her to be struggling with her jealousy. She wasn’t used to feelings in general. She had always been very calm and collected around her previous masters, but there was a level of passion in Finn that was unlike the others. She was used to weathering foul tempers and brooding bosses, so she was getting used to a laid back and kind boss. He hadn’t even cursed a hero’s name and trashed his lab yet. It felt nice. Nicer than she was used to feeling in a long time.
Elle just wanted to spend more time with him, but she didn’t know the first thing about asking for it. Her level head and subservient position didn’t leave her with much experience in making demands. The dark elf sighed and slouched slightly.
“I just wish he would notice me,” she muttered to herself, not realizing it wasn’t just to herself.
“He could,” a familiar gravely voice replied overhead.
Elle’s ears perked up and she looked towards the ceiling. Ritz was clinging to it like a gecko, and Elle sighed again. Her grim expression returned at the sight of the scampering imp. The little nightmares that were Finn’s familiars had been quickly scared into shape upon meeting her, but that had mostly meant that they had to learn to be more sneaky and quiet about their mischief.
“What is it, Ritz?” the maid asked impatiently. She folded her arms across her chest, heavily bound to keep the giant rack from spilling out of her dainty uniform.
“You notice how the boss is all about plowin’ me and the cow?”
Elle’s ears twitched again in a tiny sign that the words reached deep within her. “I have.”
“Well you’ve got the boobers, the ass, the pretty face…”
The imp eyed her up and licked her lips with her lengthy tongue washing over her mouth.
“So what’s not to like?”
Elle stared blankly back at her, but stayed put to let her know she was listening.
“You’re not puttin’ yourself out there. You’re not loud and cocky and shitty like the rest of us, that’s all!”
Elle shrugged briefly.
“It wouldn’t be in the master-servant accord. I swore by these rules when I served my first Demon Lord.”
“Hey, I’m magically bound to him and I still get away with all kinds of shit. He doesn’t even know the level of shit I’ve been eating around the castle, and spellbooks taste great.”
Elle frowned and she hastily regrouped.
“So why not join the party? Between me, Arvi, Skeetch, blubber balloon’s bunk of slutbroods… what’ve we all got in common that keeps us horny and crazy bitches?”
Elle’s eyes brightened slightly. “You’re all demonic.”
“Exactly. Besides, you saw what happened to the cow,” Ritz pointed out.
“I gave the boss a bit of demon magic to his donger and it’s spreading. Even if you got in his pants on your own, you’re gonna get demonic anyway. Why not get a head start and speed up the process?”
Elle tilted her head in a small sign of thinking it over.
“And this will make the master notice me?”
“Guaranteed. What’s more eye catchin’ than seeing your friend or coworker just grew some horns? He’ll have to say somethin’.”
Elle started to raise a hand and extend it to shake, but she paused again. She was still a wary woman.
“Why would you do this? What’s my end of the bargain?”
Ritz’s eyes went wide. Not like she had been caught, but just dumbstruck in confusion.
“Uh… shit. I probably should have asked for something, huh? I’m a demon, so I just kinda like making these temptation deal things…”
She itched her head uncertainly. “Maybe you don’t tell the boss about the spellbooks?”
Elle shook her head and cracked a smirk.
“Then it’s a deal. Do whatever you need.”
Elle leaned over and extended a hand to the imp. Ritz took it, but not to shake. The shortstack scrambled up her arm like the primate she was and grabbed Elle by the head. Her lips puffed up even bigger before planting a firm kiss right on Elle’s lips.
The maid was surprised but quickly relaxed as her uptight inhibitions seemed to melt away. She immediately started moaning as the demon’s lengthy tongue seemed to burrow down her throat. Pink and purple runes started at her throat and spread down her charcoal skin, going down her stomach and circling around her womb. The kiss alone was flooding her mind and body with pleasure, making her body arch and buck as her orifices grew suddenly very sensitive.
The flexing and rubbing of Ritz’s tongue on hers made her pulsing pussy soak as her hips grew thickers, pushing her buns out further and boosting up her lacey skirt. Short claws sprouted from her fingers and toes and her flesh extended from her hips, forming a long devilish tail with a heart-shaped tip.
Ritz popped her mouth back out, leaving a stream of drool between them. Elle licked her lips, finding her own tongue longer and stronger than she remembered.
“There. Yer a bonafide slut. How’s it feel?”
Elle ran her hands curiously over her curves and newly tattooed belly.
“Honestly, about the same,” she admitted.
She shuffled her footing to let her elven grace get used to her extra weight. There was some serious jiggle going on, but she was adapting quickly.
“It takes a bit to settle in, but it’ll kick ya hard. Just keep feedin’ it and it’ll leave you feelin’ great.”
Elle gave herself one more glance. It certainly did feel more appealing to the master’s tastes.
“We’ll see. You’re dismissed, imp.”
---
Elle spent the evening feeding her newfound appetite. Much like the imps, she could fit a small feast inside her. Her belly started to swell, but it was rapidly digested and returned her to her slutty and shapely figure.
She stuffed herself still before passing out in her quarters. She slept soundly until the following morning, when a deep throbbing in her belly woke her up. She opened her eyes, expecting another hunger pang but that wasn’t quite it. The urge came from a bit lower, and the elf blushed as she stared up at the ceiling.
She felt the need to breed throbbing in her womb.
Elle laid in bed for a while, collecting her thoughts and focusing past the simple urges. She was a servant and a drow, so she had plenty of duties to think of first. The cravings didn’t go away, but she could handle them.
She went about her usual morning duties. Elle checked that the house didn’t have any major issues before she went about her contacts. The manor of the Demon Lord had many infernal spies and contacts, which was only more informed than ever with Skeetch’s spawn stalking the region. She gathered up the rumors and intel before she went to the kitchen. Her twin brother Rem was already cooking breakfast as she picked up the dish to deliver to her master.
“Elle? Are you alright?” Rem asked.
He turned and frowned as he looked over his sister’s new body.
“I’m doing fine,” she shrugged. “I’m just taking advantage of some of the benefits of living in this manor.”
“Oh…”
Rem’s confusion and concern was clear in his face. Elle shrugged again and whisked her forked tail behind her widened hips as the dark red blush flashed across her cheeks.
“I like the tail,” she said plainly before she turned and left with her master’s meal.
She paused at the edge of the exit, grabbed a few bread rolls in one hand, and stuffed them into her mouth to gulp down as she left.
---
She’d kept herself under control so far, but being in Finn’s presence was something else entirely. All of her senses seemed to spike to attention as they recognized the demonically hung master. She could smell him from across his bedroom like he was oozing pheromones out of every pore, but she felt like she could even hear and feel the pulse of his monster cock. She froze as she entered his chamber, taking a moment to reboot her brain before she brought Finn his breakfast.
“Thanks, Elle. I don’t know what it is about this morning, but I’m starving.”
“I completely understand,” Elle agreed as she served him his dish.
Finn laughed as he started cutting up his eggs.
“Well you’ve been dealing with Ritz and Skeetch, so I must not be that shocking. I’m not about to eat an entire orc, at any rate.”
Elle just nodded. Her mouth was starting to water and it certainly wasn’t because of the food. Finn had a couple bites before he really got a look at her.
“You look a little different today. Did you do something with your hair or something?”
Elle’s tail wiggled around behind her childbearing hips.
“Something like that…” she muttered. Her dark skin flushed again, the red standing out brightly against the charcoal tone.
“Well whatever you did, it looks good.”
The red flushed even darker and wider until it took up most of her face.
“Thank you, sir!” she blurted.
Her emotions were coming in much stronger after Ritz’s dark blessing. It was awkward, but she was starting to like it.
“So anything that needs my attention today?” Finn asked.
“Oh! Right. There’s been some troubling rumors coming from the townsfolk,” Elle confirmed.
She had cross-checked enough of the rumors that seemed to confirm one another.
“Several reports of things and people going missing. Mostly out by the borders of town; crops, livestock, and outlaws, mostly, but still an unknown threat.”
“Well that’ll just get worse if it starts coming after innocent people. Nothing the magic shouldn’t be able to handle. Right, ring?”
“A trifle, master,” the ring’s grim voice grunted.
“Sweet. Have Rem ready the wagon and have Arvita suit up for bodyguard duty. She’s probably stuffing her face already…”
Elle held back a gasp as she saw this as an opportunity. He was already spending a lot of time with the cowgirl, but this was her chance to spend some relatively private time with him.
“Actually, my lord, might I suggest that I accompany you instead?” Elle offered as stiffly as she could and with as little blush as possible.
“Oh really? Why’s that?” Finn asked curiously.
“You’re tracking down a potential threat to your people. A loud hunter catches no prey, as they say. I thought a subtler approach would be best for investigating this kind of danger.”
Finn nodded, failing to catch her ulterior motive.
“Good point. Arvita is a lot of things, but subtle and quiet aren’t among them.”
“An infamous brute and glutton around town who’s twice the size of most of the villagers? Agreed,” Elle nodded.
“Sounds great. Then I’ll meet you at the carriage and we can have a little walk through town together. Sound alright?”
The blush returned. The dark elf’s heart raced. Elle felt her mouth and panties moisten.
“Quite alright, sir,” she muttered, feeling like her voice would crack if she said it too loudly.
“I’ll be there waiting.”
---
The trip was a quiet one. Rem was outside the carriage guiding the horses, leaving Elle and Finn alone inside. She was quiet as always, but this time she was much more on edge than her usual lackluster self. Being alone with her master had her stomach wound up tight. She was remaining quiet only because she was constantly fighting the urge to tear off her clothes and beg him to breed her.
The carriage arrived by mid-morning, and while Rem found a place to park it, Elle looped an arm possessively around Finn’s arm.
“We need to find a tavern,” she suggested. “They’ll have the information we need.”
“Oh. Alright. We can go to the one where we found Arvita…”
Elle pulled him the other direction.
“Not that kind of tavern, sir. We want to know the things people don’t want us to know.”
She gestured for him to follow her lead and took off, walking briskly down a nearby alleyway. Finn shrugged and went along with her.
Elle had been in the service of the Demon Lord for decades now, so she knew her way around town and how to obtain things quickly and discreetly. She wove through a few streets to a muddier, less maintained southside where fewer people lived. The houses were more run down and both guards and streetlights were sparser, lending to more shadows.
“Maybe I should put some of the newfound money and power into fixing up this part of town,” Finn thought out loud.
“I’d rather you didn’t, my lord,” Elle replied. “As are some who live here. As you might see shortly.”
She approached a tavern with a tilted sign reading “The Curving Mushroom” and stepped inside. Finn had only read about villain bars in the occasional novel, but this one certainly fit the bill. Burly toughs and weasley thieves of a few races littered the bar, making occasional exchanges or discrete glances that seemed unrelated to the business of the bar itself.
“Is this safe?” Finn asked her quietly, knowing her keen ears would pick up on his voice.
“Of course. Just don’t leave your back too close to anyone,” Elle explained calmly.
The dark elf started to stroll slowly through the bar. Her keen ears tilted or perked up occasionally, eavesdropping on random conversations looking for whatever it was she wanted. She paused and pointed towards one of the bar’s many shady corners.
As they approached, Finn saw who she was looking for. There was a solitary fuzzy creature sitting at her own table set lower than the others. One reserved for halflings and goblins, if he had to guess.
In this case, there was a ratkin girl sitting back with her arms folded behind her head and large, padded feet up on the table. The anthropomorphic rat creature wore a leather vest with a mess of patches and pins across the front. They were so wildly mismatched that they seemed impossible to be from the same place. Large hoop earrings dangled from her large mouse ears and wide hips filled up her small seat, a few bandage-like wraps going beneath her jacket and around her breasts. Various notes and maps were strewn about her table in varying states of cleanliness and legibility.
“Hey there, mister! Looking for some intel?” she offered in a raspy voice.
“You’d be surprised what folks can lose or throw away. I got everythin’ from town guard reports to maps of monster bases.”
Elle didn’t answer but ran her fingers over the papers, sorting through them quietly. While she remained her stoic self, her forked tail started to wiggle about eagerly. It even reached out and wrapped around Finn’s leg, squeezing it like she was an excited fangirl seeing a celebrity.
“She knows her stuff,” Elle admitted. She plucked up a few that looked like journal pages written in fine handwriting.
“How much for these?”
“Duke Ize’s dream journal? Decent stuff, so… call it two bread.”
“Bread?” Finn asked, confusion crossing his face.
“Yea. Just let the bartender know and he’ll put the loaves on your tab.”
Elle’s face remained unphased, but Finn got the impression that she was looking blank on purpose for once.
“Working for food. That’s rather cheap,” she said, but she still gestured towards the bartender. A waitress started gathering the two slabs of bread to bring over.
“Yea, what can I say?” the rat girl shrugged.
“Business has been slow lately. Lots of crooks and thieves gone missing lately, and they were the top customers. Either they got chomped up by a werewolf or decided it wasn’t worth the risk sneaking out at night anymore.”
“Did you say werewolf?” Finn pried as the loaves arrived.
The ratgirl nodded, opening her mouth wide and chomping half of it down in one bite.
“That’s what the survivors been sayin’. Big fuggin’ wolf, but small for a regular wereguy.”
Elle gave her master a slight glance before nodding, confirming she had the same suspicions. Finn smiled at the ratgirl.
“You seem to know your stuff. And you’ve caught the interest of my friend here.”
He felt Elle’s tail tighten around his leg before stroking up and down it affectionately. Finn reached down to pat it assuringly as casually as he could.
“Well I’m good at what I do. So I do it for a price, yea?” she replied confidently.
“Then why not take a more permanent position than taking your chances on this freelance work. I’m sure we could find a way to convince you.”
The ratgirl’s eyes narrowed at him for a moment before her eyes locked onto his ring. They widened again as she stood up on her chair.
“Oh! I didn’t recognize you right away, lord! The name’s Reek! Happy to be of service!”
She held out a hand while the other stuffed another half loaf of bread into her mouth. Finn shook it all the same.
“Just Finn is fine. And not many people suspect me,” Finn admitted. “But if you’re willing to work for food, I can definitely arrange something.”
“The way I go through food? I’m a little skeptical,” Reek added. “But I’ll hear ya out.”
---
Less than a minute later, Finn had reserved them a room and conjured an absolute feast to fill it. Reek’s mouth watered as she couldn’t figure out where to look first. Unexpectedly, Elle was staring just as intensely, if slightly better at masking it. She still leaned in closer to the magical meal to drool at the aroma.
“That’s one hell of a stash you got there! Where’d you summon all this from?” the rat pried. She clung to the edge of the table, sniffing rapidly around its contents.
Finn paused to consider this and looked at the ring.
“It’s just magic. I can make as much of it as I want. It’s not as good as what the servants cook at the castle, but not bad for something unlimited, eh?”
“Unlimited?!”
Reek threw herself onto the table, gobbling up anything she could get her hands on. She tore off turkey legs while burying her face into an entire cake, eating all she could before her hand replaced it with meat instead. The ratgirl’s thick ass and long tail stuck up in the air, carelessly shaking it around as she wolfed down her food. Her butt and belly rapidly started to bloat up as she gorged herself on the feast.
“I’m glad we can meet your salary’s expectations,” Finn laughed as he watched with a keen interest. There was something about a girl with an appetite that appealed to him, which in hindsight might explain how he’d summoned Ritz and Skeetch.
Finn looked over to Elle staring wide-eyed, breathing longer and deeper to steady herself. The demonic cravings were kicking in again, and her mouth was watering despite her best efforts to control herself.
“If you want some, you can just help yourself,” Finn offered her.
That was all she needed. She nodded quickly but certainly, her tail stiffening up at full attention. The dark elf went at the food with barely any more control than the punky rat, which was to say she was at least eating with her hands (not that she bothered with utensils). She guzzled down a bowl of pudding before rushing to shovel down mashed potatoes to chase after it. Her slender figure was also starting to pack on the pounds, her gut swelling past what her aerodynamic build seemed possible.
“It looks like you two have a lot in common,” Finn noted aloud, coming closer to his messily feeding minions.
The two made quick work of the abundant food, with Reek packing away slightly more than the slimmer and later joining elf. The ratkin groaned and flopped onto her back, limbs splayed out shamelessly in her stuffed silly state.
“So? I take it my offer’s more than acceptable,” Finn asked.
He strolled up to the furry informant and rubbed a hand over her round and sagging belly. Reek burped noisily as her jiggling guts rearranged the gas inside.
“Oof… sign me up, boss,” Reek groaned, looking too stuffed to move.
Elle was similarly slumped across the table, her chest resting on the messy plates while her overgrown belly hung off its edge. He smiled, happy to see the rather stiff maid look so content. He ran a hand over her charcoal-colored stomach bulging out from under her shirt, feeling it gurgle appreciatively as she moaned herself.
“If you got any more questions on the slasher,” Reek piped up. “I’d go askin’ the local mage.”
“We have a mage?” Finn asked uncertainly.
Elle groaned and rolled over enough to lean her hands on the table.
“Of course. Mendel’s an amateur researcher, mostly, but it makes sense that she’s our culprit. She’s provided us with arcane implements over the years. Considering the size of the werewolf despite the footprints looking human sized, and that she’s always been suspiciously absent when they come looking for an arcane solution, it felt like the obvious solution.”
Finn gave her a surprised look.
“You figured all that out by yourself? And came to the conclusion that ‘a wizard did it?”
Elle propped herself back up with a grunt. Her sagging belly had already started shrinking back down between her demonic energies and her elven metabolism always trying to keep her lean and sharp. The gorging had refueled her, and her new urges were flaring up more than ever. The temptation proved too much for her at last, and she had to let it out in some capacity.
“Care to wager on it, my lord? A favor if I’m right.”
Finn smiled, surprised to see that much spirit about her. He didn’t want to stifle that.
“Sure. Why not? I should be doing more for you anyway after all you’ve done for me,” Finn conceded.
Elle’s heart raced but she managed to keep it under wraps.
“Reek, gather up your things and I can teleport you back to the castle in… half an hour? We have a werewolf to catch.”
---
Elle knocked on the door of the simple-looking home in the nicer part of town. There was some fumbling around heard behind it until the door opened, revealing the three-foot tall halfling in question. She wore large, round glasses and had a robe pulled around her small but round figure. A famous set of halfling feet stuck out from beneath the clothes, clearly large, thick and fuzzy on the tops. Short but deeply curled black hair haphazardly hung around her face.
“Er, yes? Can I help you?” she squeaked out.
“Tammany Mendel,” Elle said with a stiff nod. “The Demon Lord would like to ask you some questions.”
“EEP! The… The Demon Lord!?” she gasped. Her eyes went even wider behind her thick glasses.
“Yes. But you don’t have to be afraid. I’m just trying to figure…”
Finn’s explanation was cut off as Mendel broke into a shrill giggle. She squealed and hopped from one foot to another.
“EEEEE~! This is incredible! The last time a lord came here, my predecessor was late for a delivery! I’ve been dying to speak to someone with such a mastery of arcana! Come in! Come in!”
Finn and Elle followed her inside, finding the room absolutely packed with books. A tiny bedroom and kitchen were in the back of the building, but most of it was this personal library of hers. Shelves of strange items like bones, wands and gems hung from the walls among everything from history and romance novels to cook books and heavily bound tomes that seemed to wriggle on their own.
Mendel rambled on, bombarding him with questions about his spells and his ring. He barely caught any of it with the magical jargon she was using, but Elle seemed capable of filling in the answers when he went completely blank. He just became lost in looking around the room while Mendel went on rambling and hurried to the kitchen. She snapped her fingers and created a small flame beneath a kettle to start preparing them some tea.
While she was busy, Finn spotted a bin of assorted trash. Crumpled up papers and empty food wrappers made up most of it, but a large, partly shredded robe was left on top. He nudged Elle and nodded towards the point of interest.
“I think you might be right,” he pointed out.
Elle’s heart raced again as she felt a surge of glee. The stone-faced elf cracked a tiny smile as all she would let out for now, but her mind was already rapidly calculating exactly what her favor would be.
“Say, Mendel? What would you know about this werewolf problem going on?” Finn went on.
The immediate clattering sounds as the halfling nearly dropped every dish and cup she was carrying immediately gave her away.
“What?! Uh! I… uh… well… haha, funny you should ask…”
“It’s you, isn’t it?” he asked calmly.
“Okay yes!” she blurted, falling to her stubby knees (but not before setting the neatly tea aside).
“I blew it! I got too greedy! I was able to keep it down to spare livestock and bandits, thinking people would chalk it up to the giant bully’s overeating and protection, but it was me! I can’t stop the curse, only trigger it when I want! Please don’t banish me! My studies are all I have here in this-”
Finn waved an assuring hand.
“Wait wait wait. I’m not chasing you out. I’m inviting you in.”
“Pardon?”
The geeky halfling looked back up, polishing her tear-smudged glasses off on her shirt.
“I have plenty of assistants, but none of them can decipher a spellbook or cast a spell on their own. I was hoping you could become my personal magician to research and help me with my own powers.”
Mendel looked delighted by the offer. She sprang back to her feet and nodded rapidly.
“Yes! Absolutely! And I’m really not in trouble?!”
“I can summon all the food you need. I just ask that you leave the cattle alone and when you need to roam, make sure you’re only picking off bandits and things that are an actual threat to us or the village. And that you stay at the castle, of course.”
“Absolutely! That I can handle! This is going to be so fascinating! Working personally with the one and… well, the latest Demon Lord! I can’t wait to pack everything up and get to work!”
She grabbed a single suitcase and popped it open. Finn was about to make a clever remark when Mendel flicked her wrist and a heap of books flew through the air, sorted themselves out, and then fell into the suitcase. It shouldn’t have been able to hold half that many books, but they fell in with no trouble at all into the magical luggage.
“I guess I owe you a favor then,” Finn said, turning to Elle.
“Well, if you wanted to return to the inn…” she started.
The door to Mendel’s home/lab was suddenly kicked in. They looked up and saw Reek bursting into the room.
“Hold it right there!” she announced theatrically.
She waved a handful of papers in the air.
“I have witnesses and evidence that Mendel here… is our secret werewolf!”
The room fell silent as they stared at her. Reek was starting to feel pretty proud of her discovery until Finn raised a hand awkwardly.
“We actually figured that out a little while ago. Thanks for the effort, though.”
“It shows she knows what she’s doing,” Elle agreed, though Reek frowned at her tardiness with the news.
“Tell you what… I’ll cast a quick messenger spell back to the castle so they’ll be expecting you. Why don’t you two head back there together when you’re ready?”
“Of course. Not a problem,” Mendel confirmed as she started commanding another heap of books into her suitcase.
Elle’s tail tugged on Finn’s leg until he remembered what he had agreed to. He quickly started to follow her lead out of the mage’s study, overhearing a snippet of his newest acquisitions’ conversation.
“So did he give ya any of the food yet?”
“No, but it was part of the offer. Did you?”
“Oh hell yea. To die for…”
---
Finn and Elle arrived back at the inn where the dark noble had fed his minions.
“So what were you thinking for this favor?” Finn asked.
Given his experience with his underlings thus far, he had a pretty confident idea. The dark elf gestured to the bed.
“If you could sit down, I could show you,” she offered.
Despite her usual calm tone, her new tail was writhing in a serpentine dance and her eyes were fixated on his crotch. Finn sat down as he was asked and knowingly slid his robe aside. Even Elle’s stoicism couldn’t conceal her excitement as the sight and smell of his demonically enhanced cock made her ears and tail perk up. Her eyes widened and having it fully exposed to her, the elven maid couldn’t rush to her knees fast enough.
Elle knelt between his legs and devoured his cock with more hunger and passion than she had with his magical feast. She bobbed her head rapidly, gulping and slurping in a noisy display of gobbling down his dick. Her bland expression was now a mask of arousal, her eyes wide as her nose rapidly huffed down sniffs of his powerful musk. Her drool ran down his dick and her chin, uncaring about anything else but taking more of her master’s shaft.
Finn moaned and ran his hand through her hair. It didn’t stay in one place long enough for him to get a grip, and he couldn’t have made her move any faster than she already was. Every slurp of his dick had her craving more and coming back to it for another greedy taste. Her pent up emotions were flooding out all at once in her berserk lust for him.
The panting and sweating Elle only started to satisfy her wicked desires when she rammed her face completely into his lap. She slurped up the inhuman shaft, burying it into her throat to fit all she could at once. Her tongue wrapped around his delicious dick as best it could, her hips humping the empty air on their own accord. Her brain was so clouded over by sexual urges that her eyes rolled back, more obsessed with having her master’s cock inside her than she was with breathing as it blocked up her throat.
Finn finally pulled it back out with a thick, wet squelching sound. Elle’s mouth reluctantly released it, licking the leaking precum from her lips. The blissful smile was by far the most satisfied he’d seen the ordinarily cold elf looking since she entered his employ, and likely long before that.
“Oh that was the best~!” Elle panted as Finn’s dick flopped out of her mouth. The hefty erection landed on her chest, firmly enough that her breasts wobbled and burst out from her usual bindings. The huge, dark tits jiggled freely as their full shape and hard nipples escaped the tightly kept bandages along with the rest of her rebelliously turned on body.
“Elle, don’t take this the wrong way,” Finn started.
She just nodded, still mindlessly licking up the taste of his dick on her mouth and fuller lips.
“But you look like you’re going to explode if I don’t fuck you right now.”
Hearts formed in Elle’s eyes as she nodded even faster, sloppy drool spilling out over her lips.
Finn took off the last of his robe and tossed it aside, patting on his thighs invitingly.
“And who would I be to deny such a loyal servant?” he said with an air of faux-nobility.
“Hop on.”
Elle pounced on him hard enough to put Finn flat on his back. She pressed her cum-flavored lips to his mouth, kissing him hungrily as she tore at her own clothes. She threw them away in shredded handfuls, hurrying to get her skin against his as quickly as possible. She arched her back and slammed her hips into his. Her slender body shuddered as she stuffed his dick into her pussy. She didn’t care how much it made her slim stomach bulge, swelling up from his girth as if she’d just stuffed another fresh meal down her gullet.
“UGHHH! Master~! It’s everything I… I… ohh it’s just everything!”
Finn moaned in pleasure himself, but at least he maintained control of himself. He cupped and fondled her huge breasts, easing their insane jiggling by wrangling them into his palms.
“Everything you wanted?” he offered helpfully.
“I also wanted 16 heirs to my line,” she blurted out among her mindlessly lusty expressions.
Finn hesitated a moment, but she just rammed her hips harder into his, bullying his dick in deeper until he was balls deep inside her.
“No less. Maybe more,” she added. “But this is my first time, so we can handle that over time.”
Finn blushed harder, not expecting that kind of talk out of her. Still, her look was so genuine and wanting that he found himself considering it too. Elle was gorgeous and loyal, and sweet despite her cool behavior. Demon Lord or no, he could see himself raising a family with her… on top of his other hellspawn that his other partners were creating. He smiled and squeezed Elle’s ass, yanking her in close to stuff himself a tiny bit deeper.
“I’ll see what I can… MMF!”
Finn grunted as he felt an intense sucking sensation on his cock. Her body had gone through a number of transformations already, not all of which he could see. With him bottoming out in her pussy, his cockhead reached the entrance to her womb. Rather than the tightly sealed orifice he expected, he felt an actual set of thick, lush lips kissing and rubbing against it. Her womb itself was obeying Elle’s wishes as it latched onto his dick, not only taking it into her but sucking him off to drain as much cum as she could as quickly as possible.
Elle lifted herself off his shaft in one long thrust, drawing back her hips. An audible pop could be heard from inside her as her womb’s lips were pried off his cock, just for Elle to turn around.
“D-deeper… more… flood my womb, my lord! Grant me your dark seed with a bloodline both powerful and beloved!” Elle raved over her shoulder.
“Anything you desire,” Finn groaned, his leaking dick hard and waiting for her as he stroked her hair.
Elle shuddered before she slammed her ass down. It slapped into Finn’s lap as her pussy swallowed him up again. He didn’t notice the second set of bimbo lips inside of her at first, but only because they were gaping open for him. Elle gave a primally horny grunt as he rammed into her womb directly and the parted lisp slapped shut around him, sucking noisily enough for the wet slurping sounds of her hungry cunt to be audible outside her hips. The slapping of her fat ass on his lap accompanied the slutty sounds while she sucked the cum straight out of his balls. Her tail lashed around his waist, adding one more element that kept him from even considering pulling out of her.
Finn had to cum and cum hard as he finished off inside her. Elle’s pussy gripped greedily around him, stroking his dick to get all the cum out she could without spilling a drop. Elle herself just panted steadily as she rocked up and down, scrubbing his dick around inside her to spread his semen around.
Only when his excessive seed was overflowing out of her and it seemed like it had filled her as full and deep as it could go with semen, Elle finally came to a stop. She sat back on top of Finn, his dick still held hostage inside her body. She moaned and shuddered as he ran his hands soothingly over her breasts. She shuddered and sighed as her demonic libido seemed to be finally sated for the time being, her belly still swollen with cock and cum alike.
“Did you really mean all that? The stuff about having kids with me during your whole… cum rant back there?” Finn asked curiously.
Elle nodded listlessly.
“Every bit of my, sire. I’m not much of a liar, especially to my own master,” the elf confessed.
“It would be a dream to hold such a noble position as the Demon Lord’s bride, or even one of his mistresses.”
“Well I think of you as more than just a mistress, Elle,” Finn admitted.
The dark elf blushed, her modesty and veiled reactions clearly abandoned. Finn squeezed her ass as her snatch gave his cock a final hug before beginning to let it go.
“We can talk about it more at the castle. We shouldn’t keep the others waiting,” Finn said.
“As you wish, my lord,” she sighed, a hint of playfulness to her voice as she salvaged what she could of her clothes.
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“What’s this?” Finn asked as they arrived at the carriage.
It wasn’t hard to find the regal cart in town, but the driver was another thing. Rem was supposed to park and see to the carriage while they were investigating, but Elle’s brother was completely missing. All that was there was a note written in some strange language and stuck to the door with a dagger.
“Strange that they wouldn’t take the cart or the horses…” Elle muttered.
She took and read the note before nodding.
“That explains it. Not very bright thieves, or kidnappers rather.”
She waved the note casually through the air.
“IT’s in goblish. The local goblin tribe must have snuck in and stolen my pathetic brother. And here I was ready to rub our little moment in his face…”
Finn had to wonder if that part was from her new horny state or if she’d been meaning to all on her own.
“So I guess we should go see what they want before they kill and eat him,” Finn suggested.
“Kill? Eat? You must not know much about goblins, my lord. Trust me that he’ll be alive for a long time whether we help him or not.”