Rebecca pushed open the heavy oak door of the inn, the faint chime of the bell above it announcing her return. The young receptionist at the front desk offered a polite nod and a tired smile.
"Welcome back, Miss Moira. Everything alright?"
"Perfectly fine, thank you," Rebecca replied warmly before heading up the stairs.
The key turned smoothly in the lock. The moment the door clicked open, a blur of white rushed toward her. Lirael, wearing nothing but an almost transparent nightgown that clung to every curve and left little to the imagination, threw herself forward and snatched Rebecca's hands, pressing them tightly against her own chest.
"Lady Rebecca…" Lirael's voice trembled, eyes already glistening with unshed tears. "What did you mean when you said I should prepare for a journey alone?"
Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks as she continued, voice breaking.
"Please… let me remain at your side, my lady. Please."
Lirael's knees gave out. She collapsed to the floor, still clutching Rebecca's hands like a lifeline. Rebecca sank down with her instantly, cradling the elf gently against her chest, one hand stroking the golden braids while the other wiped away the falling tears.
*It seems she is much more attached to Rebecca than I thought,* Ora mused inside his mind. *Is it alright to leave it this way? I could break her and make her loyal… but we have plans tomorrow. Besides, it's more fun to do it slowly and corrupt her over time.*
"Don't shed tears and ruin that beautiful smile of yours," Rebecca murmured softly, voice full of gentle warmth.
Lirael's sobs quieted. She lifted her head, eyes still wet but hopeful.
"You claim to be older than me," Rebecca continued with a fond chuckle, "yet look at you — you're a complete mess."
She helped Lirael to her feet and guided her over to the large bed. They sat side by side, Rebecca's arm never leaving the elf's shoulders.
"We will be going down two different paths," Rebecca said quietly. "You will need to travel to the Elf Kingdom."
Lirael's head snapped up in shock.
"But Lady Rebecca—"
Rebecca raised a finger, cutting her off gently but firmly.
"All you need to do is take our Master there. Once you arrive, your job is done. When your mission is complete, we will meet again."
She squeezed Lirael's hand reassuringly.
"And we are connected through our Master. We are one with him. Besides… we can always communicate through him, no matter how far apart we are."
Lirael sat up straighter, wiping her face with the back of her hand as understanding dawned.
"Yes… you're right, my lady. I'm sorry for acting like a child."
Rebecca chuckled softly, the sound warm and reassuring.
"Enough of that. This is going to be our last night together for a while… So how would you like for us to share our Master's embrace?"
Lirael's cheeks flushed a deep pink. She turned her head shyly, fingers twisting in the hem of her sheer nightgown.
"Can I… ask that you also…"
Rebecca noticed the hesitation and shifted closer on the bed, her breath brushing Lirael's ear as she whispered teasingly.
"Ooh… do you also want my cock filling up your little cunt?"
Inside his mind, Ora was practically fuming.
*You damn elf… if you weren't travelling tomorrow, I'd use your holes so much you couldn't stand for a week.*
Rebecca couldn't hold back the soft laugh that bubbled up sensing Ora's furious thought.
Before she could say a word, Lirael caught her completely off guard. The elf surged forward, sealing Rebecca's lips in a hungry kiss. The shocked older woman melted into it almost instantly, hands sliding up to cradle Lirael's face as their tongues met in a slow, heated dance—wet, eager, and full of unspoken longing. The kiss deepened, turning messy and desperate, saliva mixing as Lirael whimpered softly into Rebecca's mouth, her body pressing closer, nipples already hard beneath the sheer nightgown.
Deep in Rebecca's core, the skin between her legs began to shift. It molded and stretched with a warm, tingling pull that made her gasp against Lirael's lips. Flesh parted and lengthened as Ora reshaped her body with deliberate care, a thick ridge rising smoothly from just above her already slick folds. Inch by inch it elongated into a perfectly sculpted 9-inch cock, veins pulsing and thickening along the shaft as blood rushed in, the head flaring wide and glistening with a heavy bead of precum that dripped down the length. Below it, her own pussy remained wet and untouched, dripping with fresh arousal that trickled down her thighs in warm rivulets, the dual sensation of her new cock throbbing while her folds clenched with need driving her wild.
They broke the kiss at last, both breathing hard, eyes locked with raw, burning fire.
Rebecca stood first. She peeled off her clothes and hood in one fluid motion, letting them drop to the floor. When she turned, the sight that greeted her stole her breath.
Lirael had already bent over the edge of the bed in a perfect doggy-style pose. She arched her back deeply, one hand reaching back to spread her leaking pussy wide open, pink folds glistening and dripping, while her ass shook seductively from side to side, the plump cheeks jiggling with every teasing sway, inviting and shameless.
Rebecca's new cock twitched hard, leaking more precum that ran down the veined length. She wrapped her hand around the rigid shaft, stroking it slowly as she stepped forward, eyes dark with hunger.
"Hngh…"
Lirael let out a small, needy moan the instant Rebecca's palms kneaded her soft ass cheeks, fingers sinking deep into the plush, yielding flesh and spreading the cheeks even wider, exposing the tight pink hole and the dripping entrance completely.
Rebecca slid two fingers deep into the elf's dripping pussy without warning, curling them against the slick inner walls and pumping slowly at first, then faster, scissoring and stretching the tight heat.
"Ahh—!"
Lirael cried out, hips bucking back greedily, walls fluttering and clenching around the invading fingers.
"My lady… please put it in," she gasped, voice trembling with desperate need. "I want your cock… I need it so badly…"
Rebecca pulled her fingers free with a wet, obscene sound, gripped her throbbing shaft, and rubbed the swollen head up and down Lirael's slick folds in long, teasing strokes, coating every inch in the elf's hot juices until the veined length glistened and dripped. Then she thrust forward.
Only halfway in at first.
The tightness was overwhelming—Lirael's walls clenched around the thick intrusion like a velvet fist, rippling and fluttering as Rebecca pushed deeper with one slow, deliberate stroke. Every vein dragged along sensitive nerves, stretching the elf wider and wider, the head pressing against her deepest spot until her hips pressed flush against Lirael's ass and the cock was buried to the hilt, the elf's pussy stretched obscenely around the thick base.
She started moving—fast, relentless thrusts that made the bed creak beneath them, the thick cock pistoning in and out with wet, squelching friction, pulling almost all the way out until only the flared head remained inside before slamming back in to the hilt, over and over, the pace brutal and claiming.
"Do you have a problem with doing it rough?" Rebecca asked, voice husky but still carrying that motherly warmth.
Lirael's flushed face lifted, eyes shining with pure excitement.
"Of course not, my lady… use me as you see fit!"
Rebecca grabbed a handful of golden braids and yanked Lirael's head back sharply, hips snapping harder, the curved shaft dragging relentlessly against every sensitive spot inside, pounding deep and fast.
"Yes—ahh—harder—ngh—my lady!"
Rebecca's palm landed firm and repeated across the jiggling ass cheeks, each impact sending ripples through the soft flesh and making Lirael's moans break into desperate, broken fragments as the spanking continued in perfect rhythm with her thrusts.
"Ahgghhhhnh!"
She kept spanking without mercy, the elf's body jolting forward with every powerful drive, walls clenching tighter around the invading cock, juices dripping down both their thighs.
Testing the full control of her new length, Rebecca willed it to rise and curve sharply upward. The thick head now dragged perfectly across Lirael's g-spot with every single plunge, grinding and pressing against that swollen bundle of nerves without mercy, battering it relentlessly.
Lirael screamed.
"Ahhhh—!"
Her body convulsed violently, pussy clamping down like a vice as she came hard, squirting in messy, powerful arcs that soaked Rebecca's thighs, the bed, and the floor beneath them, her walls milking the cock in rhythmic spasms.
Rebecca leaned forward, heavy breasts pressing warmly against Lirael's back, nipples hard and dragging against the elf's skin. She tilted the elf's face with one hand, voice low and commanding.
"You dared to cum before your mistress?"
"I'm sorry, my la—"
The apology was cut short by the sudden, cruel emptiness as Rebecca pulled out completely, the thick cock sliding free with a wet pop, leaving Lirael's pussy gaping and twitching, leaking desperately. Lirael's eyes widened in desperate pleading, her body trembling with need.
Before she could beg, Rebecca slammed back in, fucking her without mercy, hips rolling in deep, punishing strokes. She nibbled on a pointed ear, breath hot against the sensitive skin, teeth grazing and tugging.
"Take it."
"Yes—give it to me, my lady—!"
Their moans and groans rose together in ecstasy, the room filled with the wet sounds of their joining.
"Nngh—!"
"Aaahhh—!"
Rebecca stood up, flipping her hair back. Lirael had collapsed onto the bed, limp and trembling, ass still raised, pussy and thighs glistening. A firm slap to her ass made the elf squeal.
"Get up and lie down."
Lirael obeyed on shaky limbs, rolling onto her back. Rebecca grabbed her legs, pulled her to the very edge of the bed, then lifted them high over her own shoulders, folding the elf nearly in half. She gripped her cock—still slick and glistening with Lirael's release—and rubbed the swollen head in slow, teasing circles against the tight rim of the elf's ass, pressing and circling until the puckered hole fluttered and relaxed under the pressure.
With slow, stretching thrusts she sank inside, inch by inch, the thick veined length forcing the tight ring to yield, stretching it wide around the invading cock until she was buried to the hilt, the heat and pressure incredible, every ridge and vein felt deep inside. Then she held both of Lirael's legs for support and began pounding—brutal, rapid hip movements that made the elf's entire body tremble with every deep plunge, the cock dragging and stretching the walls while cum from her pussy dripped down onto the pistoning shaft, making every thrust even wetter and filthier, the pace merciless and claiming.
Lirael's breasts heaved inside the thin nightgown, nipples hard and hypnotic, bouncing with every brutal thrust.
"My lady—I'm cumming—!"
"Hold it."
Rebecca picked up the pace, hips blurring, driving deeper and harder.
They broke together.
Lirael's juices sprayed across Rebecca's abdomen in hot waves while thick ropes of cum flooded deep into the elf's ass, pulse after pulse filling her until it overflowed and leaked around the buried cock. When the last throb faded, Rebecca drew out slowly, the thick shaft sliding free with a wet, lewd sound.
Lirael winced, letting out a soft, empty whine.
"Awhh…"
Cum immediately began dripping from her gaping hole in thick, creamy rivulets, running down between her cheeks.
Rebecca sat on the edge of the bed and patted her lap.
Lirael understood. She rose on trembling legs, straddled Rebecca, and slowly squatted down, impaling herself on the towering cock, taking it inch by inch until she was fully seated, the thick length stretching her completely.
"Mghhh… haahh…"
Rebecca's hands settled on the elf's hips, voice low and commanding.
"Ride it."