Commissioned Story: She's the Boss, Ch. 3 (Patreon)

She's the Boss
A commission for NoctisCalem

Part 3, !Lemon!

A/N Extremely NSFW material ahead.  You have been warned.

The car ride was a hot and heated one.  Grif's mind was lost in the sweltering pressure and delicious flavor of Elizabeth, his boss, as she all but attacked his face.  He could feel her trunk draped over his shoulder, exposing her lips for her to seemingly attempt to devour his own, smaller ones.  Even with their size difference, it was one of the sexiest and most intense experiences in his life.  If he was being brutally honest with himself, the size difference may have had something to do with that.

Still, Grif was no Casanova and eventually he had to pat at her arm just as he felt like she was inhaling every ounce of breath he had in his body.  She popped off of him, not even panting hard at all but her eyes shining beneath her heavy, thick bangs of her short-shorn professional haircut.  The smell of her Aggression hung around the interior of the plus-sized taxi cab like a mist, the windows slightly fogged up from the heat of their passionate exchange.  She grinned down at him, trunk sliding up like some kind of python to stroke the opposite cheek from the shoulder it was draped over.

"Are you well, my little personal aide?" she asked, somehow using her sexy English accent to twist his official job title in perhaps the lewdest sounding innuendo he had ever heard.  He didn't respond beyond another heavy inhale for air and nodded wordlessly.  "You're performing well above expected parameters."

"Talk dirty to me..." he whispered in an only half-joking tone of voice.  He felt constrained and almost restricted by his tuxedo.  He pulled at the knot of his necktie, trying to relieve the pressure and heat contained there.  A moment later she had taken over for him, using her trunk somehow to untie the cravat and also loosen the first two buttons of his button-up shirt.  His hands tingled as that plient, soft tip of the dexterous limb slid all over his exposed and neatly shaven throat.  "How do you make suddenly everything so...?" his words cut off in a gasp.

Elizabeth's trunk had suddenly dipped inside of his shirt and he could feel its powerful, questing length sliding across his bare chest underneath.  The skin was surprisingly soft and also smooth but strong as well.  He could feel it, like a tentacle, groping and gripping parts of his chest, wrapping around his waist as it delved lower.  It was the oddest sensation he'd ever had, being groped by her like this.  Another button popped open as she kept greedily nosing at him, taking alternating grips upon his flesh as if testing the limits of how hard or how much of him she could squeeze.

"So...?" she teased, finally extracting the trunk and leaving him panting in her grasp.  She cupped him upon her lap easily in her huge, blunt paws, patting his back with one, each one a padded sledgehammer blow no matter how gentle she was being.  The level of casual strength was beyond erotic.

"Hot..." he breathed out shakily.  He eyed the front of her dress as it swelled before his eyes from every breath she took.  The mountains of Loxon bosom were bigger now than they had ever looked, so close and headily producing the sweet smell of her species' natural pheromones.  He wanted nothing more than to bury his face in her prodigious cleavage and inhale every single whiff she could exude.  He shuddered slightly atop her lap and, without words, he felt her trunk once again sliding over his shoulder, cupping the nape of his neck as well as a good portion of the entirety of his skull.  "Elizabeth..."

"I rather love you saying my name like some sex-starved acolyte," she purred down at him.  She adjusted her seat underneath him, cupping him more firmly in her grasp.  "You make me feel like Khali of the Ever-Faithful horde, with an army of attendants ready and eager to attend to my every desire."

"No...army..." he panted, watching her purposefully inhale deeper again before his eyes, jutting her chest even more towards him.  "Could equal the things... I've always wanted to do with you...Ms. Elizabeth."

He heard a rolling chuckle emanate from the massive Elephant Anthro and her trunk tightened its grip just slightly on his neck and shoulders.  "I would love to see you prove those words true," she rumbled in a sultry whisper.  Then she was leaning back in the seat more and with a quick bump of her hips beneath him, sent him sprawling down into her fully.  His face smacked into her grey-skinned cleavage with an audible plop and all at once his world was swallowed up in her chest.  His entire head nearly vanished into her collarbone and he wriggled hard in shock before she patted his back with a big paw, nearly shoving him even deeper.  "For now, you just enjoy what I've seen you staring at most the last few months," she instructed him.

Grif wasted no time and needed no second bidding.  His hands lifted and cupped the underswell of her breasts with his arms, lifting and pressing the massive orbs of flesh even more firmly against his face as he indulged in taking his boss' scent like some kind of line-snorting junkie.  It was strongest here, the pheromones of her Aggression, and he reveled in it, soaking his face in her perfume and natural scent.  His world was nothing but darkness, softness, and heat.  He groped at her massive chest with his hands blindly as he continued inhaling as deeply as he could with every breath before exhaling out barely audible moans.  She wriggled happily beneath him and he attempted slightly more, now pushing his lips in direct contact with her skin, kissing her skin as passionately as he had her mouth earlier.

Elizabeth purred again as he began to baste her chest with kisses followed by licks and long crooning rubs of his smooth cheeks.  She was in nirvana herself as well, allowing a male to take her scent so rapturously and devotedly.  There was such a pleasure for her, having any partner doing this, but for Grif, a Human, to do it was like actual foreplay.  Every brush of his lips, tongue, and hands on her sent thrills through her eleven-foot-tall bulk, muscles flexing and causing her tight dress to strain just slightly, as if struggling to contain her.  She felt so powerful right then, and so sexy.  None of her previous partners had ever made her feel like this.  It made her feel...special, made Grif feel special, and made her want to do far more than the already passionate evening she had planned.

Wordlessly, she put a hand over his head, shoving him even deeper into her chest after warning him to take a deeper breath than usual.  With his head all but completely swallowed in her bodice, she tapped on the window of the taxi cab, alerting the driver who had thusfar ignored their passionate exchanges.  He glanced back at her in the rearview mirror, removing an earphone from one ear.  So professional, she absolutely must tip this man well.  She could hear classical music playing from here as he gave her his full attention while still navigating the busy nighttime streets.

"I have a new address for you to take us to," she instructed him, feeling Grif struggling weakly as she continued to hold him down a little longer, effectively deafening him to her words.  She gave the man the information and he nodded, winking once, and turning onto another street, away from the previous destination of her apartment.  She had plans for her sweet personal attendant.

With them firmly locked into their new route, she finally let Grif back out of her chest.  He emerged, hair slightly more bedraggled, face flushed, and eyes completely unfocused, with an actual pop of his head leaving her cleavage.  He collapsed in her arms, panting and quivering.  She crooned down at him, stroking his small frame and using her trunk to fix his beautiful striped hair.

"There now," she whispered to him, lifting him just a bit to press a kiss to the side of his head as daintily as possible.  "Didn't get lost in there did we?"

"I'd...have lived there...forever..." he panted.  He then leaned back up and deliberately plopped his face back into her bosom, causing her to actually let out an amused giggle.  She lifted him back up and he whined softly.  "But...the smell..."

She made him meet her eyes, grinning malevolently at her sweet little Mate.  Mate... she'd never thought of anyone like that, never felt so attached and fond of a potential bed-partner before.  "Rest assured, Grif," she murmured.  "You'll be smelling it all night.  I just can't have you smothering yourself before we get to our destination."

Right on cue, the taxi ground to a halt.  Grif looked around, blinking his eyes blearily as she paid the driver a generous amount, well over what his fare was if he had driven from one end of the city to the other.  He retrieved his glasses at last with a fumbling hand then blinked hard as his vision returned to normal, seeing where they had arrived.  "Here?" he asked Elizabeth, looking up at her in confusion.  "I thought we were going to your place...?  You didn't...change your mind did you?"  He almost looked crestfallen before she growled softly and alleviated his worries of impossible rejection.

"I changed my mind only of where I intended to claim you," she told him matter-of-factly, using her crisp, professional business tycoon voice.  "And what better place to do so...than where I intend to keep you busiest from now on?"

He looked away and up from her as the door opened, sliding down out of her lap to stare up at the office building where he worked.  It was after hours but the lights were still mostly active on every floor.  He swallowed hard, unsure of her intentions but fully willing to believe in the possibilities.  She exited the cab, making the vehicle jump up and down slightly as her impressive weight settled back onto her feet, and he watched her close the door with a paw.  She adjusted her purse with the other, used her trunk to comb back some of her hair out of her eyes, and then she glanced down at him.  The twinkle of that eye so high above him made his stomach clench.

Wordlessly, Elizabeth took his hand in her paw again and together they walked, him having to jog to not be drug along behind her massively long, thundering stride, through the entry doors and across the main lobby.  Two guards sitting at the main desk looked up in surprise, eyes going wide as they immediately recognized their employer.

"Evening...Lady Elizabeth?" one, an Equine man, intoned in a questioning rumble.

"Hello Gaar," she told the man.  "Good evening, Juuk."  The Tiger male raised an studded eyebrow but nodded respectfully.  "I'm going up to my personal office.  No rest for the wicked."  She left it at that and continued walking.  The two men glanced once at Grif, mostly concealed behind her but still hurrying to keep up, before they had crossed the lobby and entered the elevator at the far end.

As the doors slid closed, Gaar looked to Juuk and flicked his ears in confusion.  The Tiger winked once and both men purposefully made sure to turn off the security feed in the boss' office floor as well as the one in that specific elevator.  They returned to watching the game.

Back in the elevator, Grif had at first assumed they would be riding up in general silence, his heart hammering with the unmistakable implications of why they were here.  This was even more erotic and risque than her taking him home with her, for the connotations of either still spoke of tremendous volume for the evening's activities.  All he had to do was not mess this up and...

But all thought, worries, stress, hopes, and potential ideas of how he might be able to please his Mistress went out the window when Elizabeth suddenly turned toward him and planted a huge paw against the wall up above.  He jumped in shock at the echoing thud before, with an open-eyed stare, he saw the other paw lifting the hem of her dress before his very eyes.  The skirts rose inch by inch, revealing more of her stocking-clad, muscular thighs that were wider across than his entire torso, until the lacy design of her underwear was on display before him.  He gaped as she all but paraded the almost completely see-through fabric and what lay underneath at him.  And then she was hooking the hem to one side, revealing the gray-pink flesh directly.

"This elevator ride is tiresomely long," Elizabeth breathed out so high above him in a cool façade of indifference of her essentially flashing her feminine nethers at her tiny Boyfriend.  "From the lobby to my floor, it takes approximately two minutes, eight seconds.  There is one minute, 55 seconds remaining.  I'm not a patient woman, Grif."  She leaned toward him meaningfully, his face all but completely level with the object of her desires.

"You...want me to..." he stammered out.  She rumbled, a huge step sliding forward to flank his body, nestling his slender, business-suit clad frame between her thighs.  She dominated him completely and there was absolutely no escape from this titaness of a woman, nothing visible around or in front of him that was not her.

"One minute, 48 seconds," she growled.  A big paw came to rest on the back of his head, not pulling or pushing but meaningful.  "It's the last modicum of control you're likely to have for the evening, Mr. James.  I implore that you exercise it to the best of your ability if you hope to survive this amorous Loxon woman's desires."

Hand shaking, Grif removed his glasses again and tucked them into his jacket pocket.  Her paw rubbed gently at his hair as he adjusted his stance, leaning forward toward her groin even as she leaned directly onto the wall above and around him.  If he had thought the scent of her Aggression and natural smell was strong on her chest, it paled entirely in comparison to that of her nethers.  Even so, it was not at all an unattractive odor and he felt no compunctions or reservations in burying his face all at once in her surprisingly hairless groin.  Soft folds, crushing strength, and overwhelming heat immediately enveloped his entire world.  He trailed kisses all over her exposed flesh, lips tickled by the lace of her panties as he blindly searched.  His hands kept a firm, open-palm plant upon her thighs all around him as she adjusted her stance, careful not to crush him.

He found the object of his desires, and her intended one of devotion, easily just from the slippery wetness coating the insides of her thighs.  All he had to do was follow it up.  The softest, daintiest petals greeted his probing lips and tongue and even at the first taste, he could feel, not hear, Elizabeth let out a massive groan above him.  With the clock ticking and the distant click of the elevator rising, he went to work.  Tongue, lips, mouth, even fingers.  He used them all on the woman he had lusted after since having been hired on as her personal assistant.

He'd dreamed, fantasized, about burying his face in all manner of places on her body, but this had been of the utmost lewdest of locations.  He worshipped at her temple, mutedly singing her praises.  His neck and tongue soon developed a cramp from the angle he had to take, bending slightly at the knees and spine to get himself firmly and properly wedged up underneath her.  He didn't care for his own discomfort however.

As for Elizabeth, Grif's oral presentation to her had her quivering from head to toe.  Her huge fist tightened into a ball above her on the wall and the other kept a firm but gentle pressure on the back of her Human Mate's skull, helping guide him to exactly the angle she needed as he lavished her nether region in kisses, licks, suckles, and probing delves of both finger and tongue whenever the other needed a break.  Her entire frame shuddered as he hit a particularly sensitive spot once again before latching onto it from her reaction, all of which he was able to sense and worship.  The Loxon's mouth hung open beneath her trunk and she panted for breath as she took to lightly humping her hips against his face, keeping him locked on but assuaging the burning lust in her loins even as he continued eating her out while standing.

She let out a triumphant trumpet of release, feeling the waves cresting for orgasm, just as the elevator dinged.  She looked back at the slowly opening doors, leading into the hallway towards her office room, before she began to lean back with a shuddering laugh.  "We seem to have arrived..." she panted.  Even without fully having crested the first of what she hoped would be at least one release, and the strongest she'd felt in a long time, she was more than happily surprised by his devotion and passion.  "Your efforts were..."  She felt herself suddenly jerked back to her previous position by two, small, firm hands on her underwear.  She thudded back against the elevator wall, if onyl because her footing was none too steady at the moment.  Her swollen, drenched lips were once again shoved directly into contact with a hungry, devouring maw and she gasped out in shock.  "G-grif!"

Below her, she heard a muffled growl before his fingers again took to exploring her inner folds so that he could lean just a hair back and be heard speaking.  "I wasn't...done yet," he growled up at her.  She couldn't see him past the shelf of her heaving chest but she could feel him immediately dive back onto his after-dinner meal with more ardent passion and lust than she had ever felt.  He was all but attacking her feminine core and she was powerless to stop him.  His lips and tongue were like a battering ram, smashing down all illusions of who had control of their situation as of that exact second.

Elizabeth came, hard and rather loudly, right there in the elevator.  She shuddered and gasped, eyes wide and glassy, as her inner walls clamped down around his once again probing tongue, nearly pinching it to a complete standstill from the vice-like strength of her muscles.  She rode out the waves of ectascy in blissful, hot, groaning heaves for breath.  When finally the tremors ceased, she leaned back again and she felt Grif collapse back against the elevator walls.  She gazed down at him, his chest heaving, shirt half unbuttoned, and his face...oh Spirits his face.  She actually blushed as he wiped at his sopping chin and then shakily returned his glasses to his nose.

Grif beamed up at the Loxon woman that was his boss and now lover as she stared down at him in awe.  "S-sorry..." he mumbled out once he'd gotten his breath back, throat feeling ravaged and tongue numb.  "I...I wanted to finish the job..."

Twinkling light sprang to her visible eye and she beamed down at her little Human in amazement.  "You really are...the hardest worker I've ever met," she told him.  She blindly threw an arm out behind her, stopping the elevator doors from closing again.  She then was leaning down, upon which she scooped him up into her burly arms and carried him down the hall.  Her office doors opened automatically and she hurried them inside.  Grif was still recovering from the near asphyxiation via Loxon worship, the decorations of her office flashing by.

The door sealed themselves with a hiss of the locks and a heavy rumbling sound came from the wall as Elizabeth pressed a button on the mantle place.  A second later he was being unceremoniously dropped down onto a plush, foam material, sinking partially in before it conformed to his body.  He looked up at her in shock only to see the massive Elephant Anthro gripping her dress in her paws and trunk and in one fluid movement pulling it off and up over her large-eared head.  The silken material pooled onto the ground alongside her heels before she lifted each foot and kicked them off.  He distinctly heard something break off to the right  before she towered over him on the mattress that had unfolded from her fireplace, forming up out of the floor with cushions on all sides.

His eyes roved her giant body, taking in with no reservations the knockout, muscular curves of her huge frame in all its barely clad glory.  Much like her panties, she wore a nearly transparent, pale bra that strained to contain the huge beasts within.  A second later, her trunk vanished over her shoulder and then the straps loosened, releasing her breasts to roil and jiggle forth in uncontained, gravity-defying movements that almost seemed to be in slow-motion.  She massaged them idly in her paws, gazing down at him with an analytical, hungry light to her eyes.

He swallowed hard, feeling her eyes as they seemed to be peeling him out of his clothes with just that look alone.  She was planning things, weighing and considering all angles.  Literal angles, he could tell.  Only then did he too stop to consider what she was most likely pondering.  As hot as it was, the difference in their statures, heights, and indeed weights, had to be taken into account.  Eating her out had been one thing, easy enough and erotic as hell to do while she remained standing.  But no matter his slightly masochistic tendencies and power-dom fantasies involving his boss, he knew that in the real world, not being careful about how they approached a coupling would be potentially...bone-crushing.

Even so, he saw she was just as eager as he was.  Her words came a second later, confirming this.  "Strip," she commanded.  "Now."  He followed her orders swiftly, kicking off his own shoes and struggling to remove his pants and shirt, throwing them all off to the side.  He soon lay before her on the pull out mattress, clad in only his boxer briefs.  Her eyes left scorch marks on his flesh and he wriggled.  "Those too."

Wincing, he nonetheless lifted his hips and pried off his underwear, revealing his manhood to stand tall and terrified but as erect as it had ever been for her inspection.  A deep rumble filled the room and she lowered her huge frame down to crawl over and then above him.  Her trunk trailed down his neatly-trim and barely hairy chest, teasing his bellybutton with the tip just slightly before, once again like a real snake, she enveloped his flesh in a boa-constrictor hold, but this time upon a very different part of his anatomy.  He let out a heavy gasp as he felt her squeeze that trunk around his shaft, rolling and testing it, sizing it up.  The flexible tip delved down into its own coils to press a seeming kiss to his hooded tip, rubbing demonically upon the glans and causing him to writhe.  There was nothing like Elizabeth's touch.  Nothing at all.

Finally she ceased tormenting and teasing him, extracting her trunk from its ministrations upon his member before she leaned back and pondered his dimunuative frame again.  He shared her thoughts once more, apparently, for she immediately voiced, "Now...how am I to claim you...there are only so many ways I can do so without potentially causing harm.  This office lacks many other soft surfaces and, despite my predilection towards heavy domination of my partners, I wish absolutely no harm onto you, my Grif."

Swallowing hard and smiling at her title of him, he ventured out a hopeful suggestion.  "You could...let me be...on top and between your thighs?" he asked.

"Ah, missionary," she rumbled.  He nodded.  Her eyes gleamed.  "A good suggestion, and one I'd normally be happy to allow for our first time.  Letting you take the initiative would be a welcome image, were it not for..." she trailed off meaningfully.

"For...?" he probed, abruptly feeling a surge of dread.

His fears were confirmed as her eye flashed beneath her bangs and she rolled forward.  Her huge paws gripped his legs in one apiece and his world was abruptly being lifted half up off the mattress.  She held him there, suspending his body effortlessly with his shoulders and neck alone now on the plus material as she towered over him.  His manhood jumped hard as she squatted down toward it, lining her still off-center underwear and her still wet folds towards her prize.  He could do nothing but hang there as she teasingly ground against her tiny lover.

"I was all set to let you do such to me," she explained, sounding genuinely satisfied with herself and predatory light shining from her eyes.  "But your little display of dominance in the elevator roused my Aggression to a height that I must attend to personally...I would need time to allow us to fumble through finding a rhythm between us that will satisfy both of our lust.  As I told you before, I'm not a patient woman.  I do hope you'll understand, Grif, my wonderful little assistant."

Her trunk drifted down to align his shaft with her opening, peeling back the foreskin and then keeping it aimed in the right place before she surged down against him.  She handled the entire weight distribution, keeping him anchored in place as her considerable weight settled upon him more and more.  With a jolt and a cry of utter passion on his part, he felt himself slide into her crushing depths.  Fears of size dimorphism were washed away as he bottomed out inside of her, Amazon style.

Elizabeth let out a trumpet of victory and satisfaction as she remained squatting over him.  Their eyes met again, her breasts jiggling and jostling with every movement as she carefully adjusted her stance and grip on his legs, careful not to crush or bruise his flesh even as she began to bounce in small little movements atop him.  As with the penetration, she handled the angles and motions entirely on her own, hanging him suspended almost entirely up off the ground as she began to ride him.  "I trust you find this satisfactory for your obvious desires?" she asked, English accent punctuated by genuine exclamations of lust and joy for the sensations racing through both of their bodies as they began their first Mating experience.

"I'm...going...to die..." he groaned beneath her, body jostling in her grasp as she continued the monotonous, wonderful pace, never once wavering or seeming to tire even as the thrusts and minutes cotninued on for a seemingly endless pace of rapture and pleasure.  "Happy..."

She chuckled down at him, trunk hanging down to her belly as she sped up just a hair, tail lashing behind her even as she kept her huge feet squarely planted on the ground on either side of his lifted shoulders.  "Oh my dear little Human," she panted down at him in a smug smile.  She could feel him pulsing already.  She backed off and felt him groan desperately, whining before she felt it appropriate enough to resume.  She wasn't going to let this end so quickly, and she would make this the best night of his life as a way of repaying him for her need for such endurance training.  "You're not allowed to die.  I just barely found you after all...and I won't let you go...so...easily!"  Another trumpeting cry rang around the office as she shuddered around him, both of them wracked by nearly debilitating pulses of near release that they rode out until they died down once more.

"Ms...Elizabeth!" he groaned out desperately.

"Yes, Grif?" she asked, panting harder now.  "And call me Liz.  When it is just us.  I am your Liz."

"Liz!" he shouted, arching his back.  She felt him pulsing, far more than before, and knew both of them were passing the point of no return.  She sped up, hammering down onto his shaft while not causing him to bear any of her huge weight.  This was her favorite position, and it had been too long since she had had a small enough partner to truly use it on.  "I...love...you!"

Elizabeth slammed to the hilt upon him just as the cresting waves of climax rushed over them both.  Propping his legs temporarily onto her thighs, she reached down and scooped him up in her paws, bending him over nearly double and still holding him up off the ground with just her strength as she cuddled him to her huge, Loxon body.  They came, at the same time, wrapping one another up so tightly in their shared embrace that but for the color of their flesh it would have been hard to differentiate between Anthro and Human.  When the last surging pulses had faded, she nestled slowly down onto her knees, then onto her side, careful not to crush or land at all on her Human.

With both their conjoined bodies heaving for breath, she hugged him ever tighter against her sweaty body.  He nestled into it as if he had come home for the first time in years of searching.  She too had been searching, searching for the other half of her soul.  She had found it at last, and she wasn't about to let it go.  Her trunk carefully turned his chin up to look at her, nearly swallowed up once again by her now naked bosom.

Their eyes traded a somber, meaningful look as both drew in shaky lungfuls of air to calm them down after their very first joining.  She beamed at Grif.  He beamed right back.  "I love you too..." she breathed, finally letting her guard down completely.  "You're mine... Grif James.  Mine."

"Whatever...you say Ms. Liz..." he whispered up at her.  His eyes twinkled beneath his bedraggled mop of hair.  "You're the Boss."

"You're damn right I am."

*End of Part 3*