The Deviant Dominant

The frightened and confused Elvira whimpered as Laera’s dainty footsteps approached Lucy’s room. The elf peered into the doorway and was immediately taken aback by the scene in front of her.

 

“What is going on?” the newcomer exclaimed. “Why are you here, Elvira?”

 

“What?!” Elvira responded with dread in her eyes. “Your boyfriend… he’s naked with her… they were fucking! He cheated on you.”

 

“Let me help her answer your question,” Lukas chimed in. “Your older sister decided it was in her best interest to walk in here and interrupt us. She attempted to blackmail me, trying to turn me into her personal sex toy. What did she say about her younger sister again? Ah, yes. We could do all the fucking she wanted behind your back, as long as I remained her obedient slave. She said you were naive enough; you would never know.”

 

The tall Dominant turned to Elvira. “That was the gist of it, right?” Lukas found a little too much joy in Elvira’s dumbfounded look.

 

“Elvira!” Rage filled Laera as she strode forward with clenched fists, but she halted, restraining herself from lashing out physically against her traitorous sister. “You’ve always been a bit of a bitch, but you’ve gone too far. Does our relationship mean absolutely nothing to you?! I can’t believe I convinced my team to come here just to have you stab me in the back like this.”

 

“Laera… I’m so sorry.” An apology escaped Elvira’s lips with a whimper.

 

“We are leaving! You’ll be lucky if I ever speak to you again!”

 

“Wait!” The older sister started weeping desperately. “I have no right to ask this of you, but can I please find a way to make it up to you? I love you so much. I can’t believe I did this.”

 

“You sure showed me how much you love me. You tried to steal away my boyfriend with blackmail?! That’s really low, even for you.”

 

“I truly am sorry, sis,” Elvira said between sobs. “I was just going to use him a few times and then kick him out on the street. I convinced myself I was doing you a favor. I got too carried away. You have to believe me.”

 

“You better convince yourself you’re a terrible sister. I’m going to go pack. I can’t stay here.”

 

“Please!” the elder sister begged. “Please give me a chance to make amends. I’ll do anything. I’ll be the one who moves out if necessary.”

 

Laera stared down her crying sister with an angry scowl. “I need to talk with Lukas. You, stay. You, come.”

 

Lukas followed the stomping elf out of the room, leaving behind a sniveling Elvira and still-naked Lucy. “I don’t know what to do,” Laera admitted as soon as the two were in the hallway and out of earshot. “She’s such a brat!”

 

“She definitely crossed a line. She needs to be taught a lesson, the hard way.” Lukas examined his elven submissive, and then sighed. “I can tell you both care a lot about each other. It would be a shame to completely ruin your relationship over this.”

 

“You’re right, but… ugh!” Laera fumed on. “I can’t stand her sometimes. I want to knock her off of her pretty little throne. I want to humiliate her. Then maybe I’ll forgive her.”

 

“Part of me wishes we could find a way to change her for the better too,” Lukas said, giving her a hug. “She does have some decent qualities… if you really look hard. Any ideas on how to go about our intervention?”

 

“Yes,” she said, a smile finally crossing her face. “Go gather the rest of the team and come back. This is going to be good.”

 

Laera returned to her remorseful sister, ready to make demands. “First of all,” she began, “I’m not going to force this on you. You said you would do anything to make amends; I’m planning on testing those limits.”

 

“I’m committed to fixing the relationship,” Elvira responded. “I will do anything you ask.” The elder sister was perhaps a little too confident that her innocent younger sister was incapable of crafting a punishment too extreme. That’s one reason why her face twisted in confusion a few seconds later when Lukas strolled back into the room, with Fiona, Gemma, and Gwyn trailing him.

 

Laera smiled, seeing her entire team there. Then she returned her attention to Elvira. “Everyone on my team will be able to give you one task that you have to complete, no matter how depraved or degrading it may be – and trust me, their minds are filthier than I could ever fathom.”

 

Elvira scoffed. “That’s not fair! Half your team wasn’t even involved!”

 

Laera's gaze didn't waver. "Are you backing out already?" she challenged. Elvira hesitated, then shook her head mutely. Laera, however, didn't relent. “You do make a good point, though. Lukas was directly impacted by your duplicity, so he will be granted two tasks as a concession.” 

 

Elvira's eyes widened in shock. "What?!"

 

Laera's expression remained unyielding. "Do I need to make it three?" she asked pointedly.

 

Elvira's bravado crumbled, and she backed down under the weight of Laera's firm demeanor. “No.” 

 

“I should tell you that you’ll prove your commitment to being a better sister not just by completing the tasks, but by how enthusiastically you do so.”

 

Lukas watched with a mixture of surprise and admiration as his innocent little submissive effectively dominated the older brat. He was especially pleased with her creative punishment, and even more pleased with his extra allowance. He might have thought the younger sister had gone too far, but was proven wrong when Elvira leapt towards Laera, embracing her in a grateful hug.

 

“You won’t regret giving me this chance,” Elvira promised as her sobs subsided. “I’ll show you. I can learn to be the best older sister you could ever have.”

 

“Let’s just start with not blackmailing my–” 

 

“I request to use my task immediately,” Lucy announced, interrupting the blonde sisters. There were some surprised looks from the group. The Ranger narrowed her eyes at the offending Anoran in a wicked stare. “What were the words you used again? ‘I’ll let her get a sniff of your dick after I’m done using it.’ That was it, right?”

 

Elvira groaned at Lucy’s vengeful recollection, hoping she wasn’t going down that path, but already knowing that hope was in vain.

 

“Lukas is going to finish what you so rudely interrupted," Lucy said. "After I am done using ‘it,’ you are going to get a good sniff in – right here in front of everyone."

 

The Ranger gestured to the floor in front of her sofa. "Kneel there and wait.” Elvira first looked pleadingly at her sister, but finding no relief in her gaze, she complied.

 

Lucy bent over the armrest again and looked back at Lukas. “Where were we again?” she asked him, her ass swaying behind her.

 

“Right about here,” Lukas said, thrusting his cock into her waiting cunt.

 

To Lucy's great delight, everyone else stood around and watched, transfixed by the sight of their naked leader shoving his huge cock into her caramel ass. Elvira in particular got a front row seat, watching with a mix of embarrassment and envy as Lukas thrust his cock into the sopping, wet pussy.

 

Lukas didn't waste any time, pounding away vigorously. He easily slipped back into a rhythm, as if they had never been interrupted. His grunts became increasingly loud and frequent. Lucy echoed him, moaning loudly as she accepted his massive member.

 

As her orgasm neared, Lucy felt her cunt clenching tightly around the cock inside of it. Her screams were nearly drowned out by Lukas’ roar as his cum filled her insides. Elvira's bewildered face discretely burned with jealousy as she watched the cum dripping out of Lucy's pussy.

 

The two of them collapsed onto the sofa, spent. “Go ahead,” Lucy instructed Elvira. “Get your sniff.”

 

Elvira approached the cum-covered cock and sniffed it, as instructed. Lucy noticed the Anoran's nostrils flare with arousal.

 

“Lick it,” the girl commanded. “Taste our juices.” Offering up no resistance, Elvira closed her eyes and tentatively licked the dripping cock. Mindlessly, she opened her mouth and started sucking the cum off of Lukas’ shaft, earning a moan from the Dominant as she did so.

 

Lucy arose and got a firm grip of the elf's hair. “Did I say you could put him in your mouth? Just lick the cum.” Elvira obeyed, and resumed her licking. She took her time, slowly tasting the warm, salty juices dripping from Lukas' cock. Lucy supervised intently, her hand still fisted in the elf’s long, blonde hair.

 

When Elvira finally finished, Lucy looked at her expectantly. “Now thank me for sharing his cock with you.”

 

“Thank you,” Elvira mumbled.

 

The Ranger gave the Anoran a satisfied smirk. “Maybe if you behave nicely and treat me with the proper respect, I'll let you do it again." She looked up at Laera. “I'm satisfied with her performance.”

 

“Damn,” Fiona said, letting out a whistle. “The Anoran bitch got submissive really fast.”

 

“I am doing this for my sister!" Elvira quickly corrected her, a deep blush coloring her face.

 

"Just wait until you do my task," Fiona said with such a naughty grin that Elvira gulped. "You might enjoy it even more."

 

Elvira arose and stormed out the room, purposefully avoiding eye contact with everyone. An awkward silence blanketed the room for several seconds before a cute giggle escaped from Gwyn’s mouth. “What just happened?” she asked.

 

“I don’t know,” the redhead said, stealing glances at Lukas and Laera, “but I fucking love it.”

 

Laera, who was amenable to the recent turn of events, was still shaken to the core by her sister’s betrayal. “Can we call it a night?” she asked in a tired voice, her head spinning with turmoil. The others nodded sympathetically and made their way out of Lucy’s room.

 

***

 

The following morning, Lukas and a couple others entered the dining room for breakfast. Gwyn was already seated, a determined look on her face that lit up when a tired and bedraggled Elvira stumbled in.  “Good morning, Elvira,” the petite girl said. “Just the elf I wanted to see.”

 

Elvira gave her a leery look, her lips tightening into a frown.

 

“My task for you is to learn how to cook," the seated Gwyn announced. "I'll teach you how to prepare a decent meal, and you'll be taking over for the hired staff until Lukas and I deem your culinary skills acceptable. Oh, and get ready to clean a lot of dishes.”

 

Elvira raised an eyebrow. “Why are we cooking?” Her protest was weak, but still petulant. “I literally pay for others to do it.”

 

“I would take the offer,” Laera said as she sat down at the table. “It could be a lot worse.”

 

Lukas smiled to himself, knowing Laera’s warning to her sister was sage. Gwyn’s task was relatively tame compared to what might be coming from the others. That was Gwyn’s style, though, and he wouldn't be surprised if Elvira ended up forming a bond with her kitchen taskmaster.

 

“I might have guild business, though,” Elvira countered.

 

“Which you definitely wouldn’t choose over your sister, right?” A persistent Laera stared her down, not willing to cut her any slack. Elvira just groaned.

 

“Any news on the election?” Lukas asked.

 

Elvira eyed him suspiciously, and then decided he was probably asking a legitimate question. “They’re counting ballots today. With any luck, we should have the results by the end of the day.”

 

“Now that we have you at our beck and call,” Lukas said, “it would be nice if you won.” Elvira almost retorted with something snippy, but hesitated. She was learning to be more careful around Lukas. 

 

The group feasted on the extravagant breakfast, perhaps the last professionally-made meal they would enjoy for a few days. 

 

Lukas flagged Elvira down as they finished eating. “Time for you to start on my first task. I want you to plan out your dream date with me. Write it all down.”

 

“What’s the catch?”

 

“You’ll find out,” Lukas promised. “Just do as you are told. Have it ready by tonight.”

 

Lukas and his girls exited the mansion, ready to tackle another day in the caves.

 

***

 

After spending a day exploring the caverns without incident, the group returned to the mansion, only to find Elvira pacing anxiously around the entrance hall.

 

“No results yet?” Laera asked.

 

“No,” her sister responded. “It appears to be really close. The other guild officers are trying to finalize it as soon as possible. They need a Guildmaster soon so they can select teams for the tournament.”

 

“It’ll give you more time to enjoy being our bitch,” Fiona said with a smirk.

 

“Yes,” Elvira said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing.”

 

“I have my task ready,” Laera said with a mischievous grin.

 

“Can I finish his first?” Elvira asked, pointing at Lukas.

 

“I would hope that our future Guildmaster would know how to multitask,” Lukas said derisively. “Since you mentioned it, do you have something to share with me?”

 

“Come with me.” Elvira turned and walked towards her bedroom, with Lukas following closely behind. The elf’s room matched the grandeur of the room directly adjacent to it – the one that had been slated for Lukas, but had been seized by Laera. Elvira produced a piece of parchment from her nightstand and handed it to her tall guest.

 

Lukas reviewed it, leaving the Anoran to just stand there, awaiting his appraisal. “The first part looks okay,” he said, “but there’s something missing. At the end of the date, it says I would give you a kiss on the cheek and bid you farewell.”

 

“Not everyone is a hedonist like you,” Elvira said. “That’s how most first dates end.”

 

“True, but I know how you really want this date to end, and what you wrote here is not accurate. Make the appropriate changes. Now.”

 

She huffed. “Fine.” She took the paper scribbled more onto it, then returned it to her taskmaster. 

 

“You were certainly more explicit when you thought I was going to be your sex toy,” Lukas said, reviewing the addition, “but this will do. Be ready in two days. You are coming to the…” He read the writing on the paper. “...Lovark Hills Vineyard with me.”

 

“Really?” Elvira said with surprise. There was a little excitement in her eyes, but she quickly stifled it, assuming there was a catch that would surface sooner than later.

 

Laera barged into the room. “You are taking too long. I was starting to wonder if Elvira had finally convinced you to fuck her.”

 

“What if that was my task for her?” Lukas asked in a stern voice that let Laera know it wasn’t a real question.

 

“Uh, then I would let you have your privacy, Sir,” Laera said in a timid voice. Elvira’s eyes went wide, even more confused at their dynamic. There was a slight tinge of hope in them, though.

 

“Good girl,” Lukas said. “I’ll leave you two alone. You seem excited about your task.”

 

“I am,” Laera responded, pulling out a couple of empty vials, “but my task actually involves you as well. If you could stay, I would greatly appreciate it, Sir.”

 

"I have some time to help out," Lukas said, showing an intrigued smile as he eyed the vials.  He moved over to Elvira's bed and sat down.

 

Elvira couldn't stop glancing nervously back and forth between Lukas and her sister.  "Is someone going to tell me what's going on?"

 

Laera smirked, her hands rubbing up and down her man's shoulders  "Your task, my dear sister, is to get semen out of Lukas using only your mouth – or, more accurately, he will be using your mouth." She leaned in close, so that Elvira could feel her breath on her ear. "You better not spill a single drop."

 

Elvira was still having trouble understanding the situation. "Am I not in this whole mess because I tried to make a move on him? Now you want me to suck his dick?"

 

"You know exactly why you're in this mess," Laera chided, her voice firm.

 

Elvira gulped. "I'm sorry, Laera. I didn't mean to make my actions seem trivial. I'll do whatever it takes."

 

"Then strip," her sister demanded. Elvira followed her instructions. Laera kissed her Dominant on the cheek and whispered into his ear. "She's your bitch now. Don't go easy." 

 

Lukas stood and pushed down onto Elvira’s bare shoulders, forcing the elf to her knees. "Take it out," Lukas ordered. She eagerly obeyed, reaching out to the bulge in his pants. She pulled out his dick and, without being ordered, began to stroke it. Her eyes were fixed on his monster, and she felt it harden in her hands. 

 

“Suck it,” Lukas demanded.

 

Elvira wasted no time, having been denied the pleasure by Lucy of making it that far earlier. She wrapped her lips around his head, slowly letting her tongue slide across the tip as she bobbed her head up and down on it. Lukas held back a moan, not wanting to give her any satisfaction. An impatient Laera watched with hypnotized eyes as her sister savored having her boyfriend's cock in her mouth. "Fuck her face! Don't show any mercy."  

 

Lukas grabbed a fistful of Elvira's hair, yanking her head back. Her blue eyes flickered up at him, daring him to do his worst. He was revved up for the challenge. “You are quite the eager slut, aren’t you? Does it make you happy to finally have my cock in your mouth?”

 

“Yes, Sir,” she responded in a sultry voice.

 

Lukas took full control from there, shoving her face back onto his cock and forcing more than half his length into her throat. Laera watched her sister gag and choke. He fucked her face hard, not giving her any respite from the onslaught of cock.

 

He pumped his meat into her mouth, forcefully driving his hips forward. Elvira could do nothing but choke and drool all over the floor.  Her arms flailed out at her sides as she tried to brace herself from the assault.  "Look at this whore take my cock," Lukas said. "Does it make you wet to be on your knees in front of me?" 

 

He pulled her off for a moment. He wanted an answer from the Anoran kneeling in front of him. She nodded her head and she gasped for air, her throat was too raw to speak. Laera was watching with rapt attention and a growing glint of envy in her eyes.

 

"Good little slut," he growled, and then shoved her back down, his girth once again filling her airway. The room filled with the sound of wet gagging. The elf's mouth was forced open so wide that her jaw began to burn from the stretch. Lukas’ voice strained with pleasure. "I'm getting close. You better not make a mess."

 

He pulled most of his shaft out, leaving just the head in her tightly sealed lips. He groaned loudly as he exploded into the elf's mouth. She looked up at him with a panicked expression, trying to comprehend just how big the load was that he was pouring into her. Her cheeks bulged, her eyes began to water as she fought to catch all of his spunk.

 

Laera was there with an empty vial ready. Elvira grasped it and spit all the sperm out into it. As soon as her mouth was empty, she swung her head back to Lukas' crotch, eager to be filled again. Laera watched in awe as her sister worked diligently to get the tall man's cock hard for a second time. As Lukas' erection returned, so did his firm grip on her head. He held her in place, facefucking her without mercy.

 

Laera watched, horrified at her sister’s lack of revulsion. She attacked Lukas' dick, moaning eagerly as she helped him violate her throat. The younger sister felt a sudden urge to take his cock away from Elvira. She regretted using her one task to give away a duty that was rightfully hers. After all, it was her mana they were harvesting.

 

Laera held her tongue until she saw Elvira start to finger herself. "Hold up!"

 

Lukas pulled out and looked at the younger elf. Elvira caught her breath, and then she, too, looked over to Laera.

 

"I can't believe she is enjoying this!" the younger elf protested.

 

"She is your sister," Lukas teased. "There's certainly a lot of similarities."

 

"Ugh!" Laera screamed in frustration. "Stop it! This is my job! I no longer need you to extract any more cum. Your task is finished."

 

"Are you sure?" Elvira said. "Gwyn's task is going to take several days–”

 

“Get out!”

 

“But this is my ro–”

 

“Get out now!”

 

Elvira nodded and scrambled to her feet, quickly gathering her clothes before she ran out of her own room.

 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Lukas asked the distraught elf.

 

"No," Laera huffed, stripping off her clothes and kneeling in front of her master. "She couldn't take your entire length. It will be more efficient if I take over."

 

"She was getting really close–”

 

"Get your cock down my throat." She grabbed his hands and placed them on her own head. Her lips wrapped around his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down. Laera let out a slight squeal as Lukas joined the party, using his powerful hands to force her to take his sizable erection. She let out a stifled moan, feeling his balls smacking against her chin. After many seconds of muffled gagging, he pulled back and gave her a moment to breathe.

 

"Getting cum for my mana potions is my job," she said with determination, and then lunged forward, burying his cock again in her tight, wet throat.

 

***

 

The following day, the Adventurers got an early start on their hike to the caves. Gemma in particular had an extra pep in her step.

 

“What’s gotten into you?” Lukas asked the tall Brawler.

 

“You’ll see,” she replied easily.

 

They spent the majority of the day smashing through skeletons and slicing through goblins. They crossed paths with other Wyvern Guild teams, exchanging nods and brief greetings. Laera was approached by one of those groups, who asked if she'd heard any news about the ongoing Guildmaster election. She shook her head, apologetically.

 

After a long day of battling their way through the caverns, the Adventurers made their way back to Vanhoven, where they found a crowd gathered outside the guild hall. Elvira was among them, her eyes anxiously fixed on the door.

 

“Elvira,” Laera called out. “What’s all the fuss about?”

 

“I was told earlier that there is a really narrow margin in the vote count, which is why they didn’t get the results out last night. The guild leadership decided to do a recount. We are hoping for an announcement any minute now.”

 

An older gentleman approached the group. Despite his age, his receding hairline still managed to cover most of the top of his head in gray hair. His trim form and sheathed daggers suggested he was still an active Adventurer. “Elvira, is this the younger sister I’ve been hearing about? The resemblance is uncanny.”

 

“Yes,” Elvira said, “it seems that many people have heard about my sister. She’s making quite the name for herself.”

 

“You’re not doing so badly yourself,” the man replied. “You almost became the youngest Guildmaster ever elected.”

 

“Almost?” Elvira gasped. “Ha! Just you wait until they announce the final results. You’ll see.”

 

The man chuckled. “I sure wish I had your confidence when I was your age. If you had more experience, I would have voted for you myself. You’ve got a lot of drive; there’s no question about that.”

 

Elvira turned to Lukas’ group. “Have you met David yet? He is my rival in the Guildmaster race.”

 

“Pleasure meeting you,” Lukas said, giving the man a nod.

David looked over the young Adventurers, evaluating them in his mind. “A team of six? That's a nice sight to see these days. Used to be a lot more common back in my prime. I think people have gotten too greedy in recent times. It sure is convenient for six new Adventurers to show up with Evira right before a close election. You brought those other two Anorans as well, didn’t you?”

 

“Hey!” Elvira retorted in a teasing manner. “I convinced them to come before I knew Jaren was stepping down.”

 

“If I lose by less than eight votes,” he said, starting with a stern voice but then easing up, “you all owe me a drink.”

 

The doors of the guild hall burst open and a small group of people stood in the doorway, facing the crowd. The marshal of the Wyvern Guild spoke. “The recount is finished, finally bringing a conclusion to this special Guildmaster election. The race was close – very close. The winner won by a margin of only two votes. I would like to thank Mikal, who, as a member of the Council of the Scribes, helped verify the results throughout the recount process–”

 

“Tell us who won already!” a shout came from the waiting crowd.

 

The marshal frowned at the interruption and then sighed. “I hereby declare that Elvira Silverbreeze is the new Guildmaster of the Wyvern Guild! Congratulations, Elvira!"

 

There were some cheers from the crowd. Elvira’s ecstatic demeanor only brightened when her sister gave her a warm hug. David proved to be gracious in his defeat, as he shook Elvira’s hand and congratulated her. 

 

“Though the circumstances for this election are unique,” the marshal continued with a loud voice, “it should be noted that at twenty-one years of age, Elvira becomes the youngest Guildmaster to be elected in the Wyvern Guild.”

 

“Twenty-one?!” David exclaimed, his voice laced with surprise. “I knew you were young, but bloody hell, you are just a couple years older than my granddaughter.”

 

There was an assortment of cheers, whispers, and looks of admiration coming from the crowd as Elvira thanked the marshal.

 

“We are on a strict timeline,” the marshal declared. “A brief inauguration ceremony is scheduled in two days, to be held at the guild hall. It is open to all guests.” 

 

The guild officer concluded his announcements to the crowd, and then he approached Elvira. He offered her a nod of respect and a firm handshake. "Congratulations on your victory, Elvira. I look forward to working alongside you over the next five years. The guild officers are all prepared to meet with you tomorrow morning. Beyond that, you will take over all of the duties as Guildmaster following your inauguration.”

 

Elvira's eyes sparkled with excitement as she nodded eagerly, still beaming with joy. "Thank you, Marshal Jain. I'm honored to accept the responsibility and I'm looking forward to working with each of the guild officers.”

 

“Very well,” the marshal said. “I will see you tomorrow at ten, then. Word of advice: the treasurer greatly appreciates punctuality.”

 

Elvira practically skipped home alongside the group. The giant weight of the election was lifted off her shoulders, and the newer burden of becoming Guildmaster didn’t faze her. She babbled about what her first actions might be. She floated the idea of potentially having a guild celebration in a few weeks, on a day that just happened to coincide with her birthday. Lucy and Fiona shared a knowing grin behind her back. 

 

Gemma strode beside her with a restless face, her long legs easily keeping pace with the bouncing elf. Finally, the Brawler couldn’t leave her itch unscratched for any longer. “Is it ready?”

 

Elvira gave her a confused look and then turned red. “Fuck! I forgot about that.”

 

“You forgot?!”

 

“No,” Elvira corrected her, “I did it. I was just enjoying my own little moment. Thanks for ruining it.”

 

Gemma gave her a frown. “I know what else I’m going to ruin. I’m adding something else to my task.”

 

“You can’t do that!” Elvira protested.

 

“Laera!” Gemma called out.

 

“Fine,” Elvira said quickly, “add whatever you want.”

 

As they arrived at the front step of the mansion, Gemma leaned over and whispered into the blonde’s ear. Elvira scowled at her, and then stormed through the front door.

 

As the sun began to set, Elvira and Gwyn worked together in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the group. Meanwhile, Lukas and the girls sorted through the loot they had collected, categorizing items into piles to be sold at local shops the following day.

 

As they sat down to eat, Lukas couldn't help but notice the improvement in Elvira's cooking skills. The previous night's dinner had set their expectations low. He recalled trying to stomach half-baked rolls and burnt chicken wings.

 

That night, however, the roasted duck was cooked nearly to perfection, with a crispy skin and flavorful meat, though just a tad on the dry side. Lukas tried to gauge how much of the credit was due to Gwyn's influence, but even he had to admit that the Anoran’s culinary skills were coming along nicely, and quickly.

 

Lukas thought about praising the blonde elf's efforts, but her younger sister beat him to it. “I’m having a hard time believing Elvira actually helped cook this. It tastes amazing!”

 

Gwyn smiled at Elvira's blush. "She essentially cooked it all," the half-elf said, her purple eyes twinkling with pride. “I just gave her a few pointers.”

 

"I'll just be glad when the servants that I am paying to clean the dishes are the ones who are actually cleaning the dishes," Elvira said. Her note of pique went largely ignored.

 

Lukas' party members made their way to the living room and started chatting, leaving Elvira to clean up. After a while, Gemma stood and disappeared up the stairs. Fiona started complaining about the longer hike to the caverns. "Too bad the Phoenix Guild is still rebuilding," she surmised. "We’d be able to get an extra thirty minutes in the caves each day if we were that close."

 

"Are you already wanting to leave Vandhoven?" Laera asked.

 

"Not anytime soon," Fiona replied. "I like the place, but I doubt I'll get too attached. Being able to boss your sister around is a huge bonus."

 

"Do you know what task you’re going to give her yet?" Lucy asked.

 

"I do," the redhead said with a wicked grin. "I don't want to spoil it, but let's just say it will be a memorable event."

 

"I used to despise that irritating smirk," Laera confessed, "but I think it’s growing on me – especially when it's out to get my sister."

 

"How are you feeling about the whole task thing?" Gwyn asked the blonde elf.

 

"I feel satisfied with the process," Laera responded thoughtfully. "It really shows off how dedicated and committed she is to fixing her mistakes. It almost makes me forget what a snake she can be sometimes. I imagine it will be a while before I fully trust her again, but part of me is proud of her effort. I definitely love the shift in the power dynamics within the house, though. I wonder how temporary that is."

 

“Temporary?” Lucy chimed in. “Not if Lukas does his job right.”

 

“My job?” Lukas said with a chuckle. “Everyone was given a task. Why is it on me?”

 

Gwyn leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You are the one who literally has the class ‘Dominant.’ This sounds like the perfect job for you.”

 

“I’m curious to see what our Master is brewing," Fiona added. "I'm guessing Elvira is not going to know what hit her."

 

The elf in question shuffled into the room a minute later. She headed straight for Lukas. "As part of my task," she whispered into his ear, "I am to escort you to my room." Lukas raised his eyebrows at the request, and then stood up to follow the blonde woman.

 

The others watched them go in amusement: Elvira had failed in her attempt to be discreet.

 

As they walked up the stairs, the Anoran remained silent, making it difficult for Lukas to speculate what might be waiting for them in her room.  They entered, and Elvira quickly shut the door behind them.

 

Lukas was greeted by the sight of a sturdy wooden structure that had taken center stage in Elvira’s room. It was an x-shaped cross, standing tall and proud, with a pair of leather straps at the top of each end, and ankle cuffs at the bottom. Restrained tightly against it was a naked brunette, her long limbs splayed in each direction.

 

Gemma was facing forward with a blindfold over her eyes. Her massive boobs were prominently displayed, protruding from her chest, ready to be groped and fondled at will. Her nipples stood erect, as if calling for attention. The brunette's toned abs were firm; below them, her pussy was begging for attention.

 

"Have you given him your instructions?" the bound submissive asked.

 

Elvira sighed and turned to face Lukas. "I am to be your assistant tonight. I'm allowed to touch myself, but am strictly forbidden from cumming. I have further tools available if you see fit to use them." She walked over to her bed and picked up two items. She showed Lukas the riding crop and the paddle that were at his disposal. Then, remembering an additional portion of her instructions, she removed her dress. While the blonde's nubile body looked enticing, it was the girl tied to the cross that Lukas hungered for. Gemma had a captivating presence, even as a captive. 

 

"Undress me," he ordered his designated assistant. The Anoran slid her hands under his shirt, caressing his torso as she slowly removed the article of clothing. She repeated the process with his pants, running her hand over his member as it began to rise from its slumber.

 

Lukas stood there naked, admiring the brunette before him. He approached her and gently pinched her nipples, eliciting a moan from her. He could feel her desire and hunger. The feeling of lust emanating from her was almost palpable. The Dominant couldn't help but feel like a god, with his trapped goddess before him, begging to be claimed.

 

He turned to face the blonde elf. "Get her wet," he instructed, pointing to her pussy. "Use your mouth."

 

Elvira nodded, then walked over to the cross and obediently knelt down in front of the brunette. She spread her labia apart and licked along her slit. Lukas could feel his member twitching as he watched the elf pleasuring the bound warrior. He admired the sight of Elvira's long tongue as she licked deeper, parting the brunette's pussy lips and stimulating her clit.

 

The Anoran continued her work, diligently licking and sucking at the brunette's pussy. Lukas could feel his desire growing, deciding it was time to approach the blonde elf. He stood closely behind her, his shaft almost getting tangled within her hair.

 

"Turn around," he commanded.  Elvira hobbled on her knees, turning around to face Lukas. Her eyes widened as Lukas thick cock draped over her face. “Get me ready.” 

 

She opened her mouth, accepting Lukas' manhood. He groaned as his dick was enveloped by her warm and welcoming lips. He began to thrust into her, enjoying the sensation of her mouth. He looked down at the elf kneeling before him. Her large breasts were swaying with each thrust, drawing his eyes downward to her perky nipples. He placed a hand on the back of her head, guiding her movements as she sucked his cock.

 

After a few moments, Lukas pulled his member free from Elvira's mouth. He grabbed her hair and yanked her to her feet. "That's it for the night," he ordered. "Sit on the bed and watch, and don't you dare orgasm."

 

He released a disappointed Elvira, and she complied, taking her place on the bed. He approached the brunette, who was in an upright spread-eagle in front of him. Her pussy was dripping from a combination of the elf's efforts and the anticipation of what was next.

 

"Take what is yours, Master," Gemma moaned, sensing his proximity.

 

Lukas smiled at the brunette and guided his cock to her entrance. He could feel the warmth of her pussy calling to him. He pushed his shaft into her, groaning in pleasure as he felt her walls stretch around him. The brunette moaned in ecstasy as well.

 

He thrust into the brunette repeatedly, savoring the sensations as her pussy constricted around his member. His pleasure grew, and he quickened his pace. He could hear Gemma's breathing quicken as well. Her moans became louder, and her breathy gasps more frequent.

 

"Fuck me hard," the brunette begged. "I've been waiting for this all day."

 

The blonde elf listened from the bed as she fingered herself to the sounds of the brunette being pleasured. Frustration began to grip her, as she knew she wouldn't be allowed to climax, but her hands continued working the folds of her pussy regardless.

 

Lukas continued to pound into the brunette, her tits bouncing wildly with each thrust. He felt his release approaching. He reached down and fondled her breast with one hand, while he used his other to get a firm hold on her neck. With a fair amount of redundancy, he held her tightly in place as he exploded inside of her, pumping her full of his seed. 

 

The brunette's pussy convulsed around his shaft as she came. "Thank you, Master," she whimpered.

 

"I'm not done with you yet, slut," Lukas growled. Gemma's body was still quivering as Lukas undid her ankle restraints, then swiftly freed her arms as well. He grabbed her roughly and flipped her around so that she faced away from him. He manhandled the fierce warrior as he reapplied the restraints to her wrists, then locked her ankles in place.

 

He admired her ass as he stood behind her. It was taut and inviting, the cheeks rounded and begging to be spanked. He walked over to the bed, where Elvira was waiting, watching in frustration as she edged herself. Lukas grabbed the paddle and the riding crop from the bed.  "Perfect," he said before turning around.

 

He approached the blindfolded Gemma, and cracked the riding crop across her left cheek, eliciting a loud moan from the surprised captive. He repeated the motion several times on both cheeks until they were red and sore. The brunette's moans were getting louder, her body shaking in anticipation.

 

Lukas put down the riding crop and picked up the paddle. He lined it up with Gemma's left cheek, then swung it down in a powerful strike. A loud crack echoed throughout the room. Her body shuddered as she let out a guttural moan.

 

Her body quivered and convulsed against the restraints with each strike. Lukas could feel her pleasure radiating from her as she fought against the unyielding bonds. He continued by alternating between each cheek, until the brunette's ass was red. Her moans had long since become cries of pleasure.

 

He put the paddle down and returned to stand behind the brunette. He reached around her and grabbed her jaw, forcing it to the side. He placed his lips against her ear. "Who owns you?" 

 

"You, Master!" the brunette screamed with such passion that it startled the elf watching from the bed. "You own me!" Her body shuddered with the admission. Her breathing was ragged, and she was quivering in anticipation from head to toe.

 

Lukas guided his cock back into her dripping pussy and began to pound into her once again. The brunette screamed out in pleasure as he fucked her, his hips slamming into her bruised ass. He grabbed her hair roughly, pulling her head back and forth with each thrust. Gemma completely lost it, her pussy spasming wildly around him. Lukas could feel his own climax approaching; he grabbed the riding crop. He struck the brunette's ass with it repeatedly as he fucked her. Her moans became almost animalistic as her body shook uncontrollably. 

 

The blonde elf watched from the bed as Lukas continued to ride her hard. She saw his thrusts become more wild as he abandoned the riding crop and instead used his hands to grip the brunette’s shapely hips. Lukas threw his head back and roared, shooting his seed deep into his submissive’s pussy. Gemma let out an intense scream as her body quivered uncontrollably with the orgasm that his climax had triggered.

 

Elvira also felt her own pleasure spike watching the mighty Brawler submit to Lukas. She surrendered to the overwhelming urge to climax and felt her pussy clench around her fingers. A sharp cry escaped her lips as her orgasm overtook her, her body thrashing on the bed. Realizing her misstep, her blue eyes shot open. She looked over at the two lovers, hoping they were too distracted to pay any attention to her. Those hopes were dashed instantly.

 

Elvira felt a wave of terror wash over her as she saw Luaks glaring at her. She was certain her mistake would come at a hefty cost. The Anoran could only wait as Lukas carefully released Gemma from the cross. The brunette collapsed to the ground, utterly spent. 

 

With one finger, the steely man summoned the culpable elf. Elvira hastily complied, hoping an eager show of obedience would soften any punishment she would incur.

 

Lukas seized her naked form, pinning her against the cross that Gemma had fought so valiantly against just moments before. To Elvira, the cross seemed more ominous now that her bare skin was pressed against it. She struggled against Lukas as he forced her hands into the wrist restraints. She faced the cross, her unprotected rear exposed to whatever discipline Lukas had planned. She felt his warm breath against her ear. "You messed up," he growled.

 

"I-I’m, sorry," Elvira answered with fear in her voice. "I lost control. I didn’t mean to cum."

 

Lukas' hands were at her ankles. He locked them into place and then returned his lips back to her ear. "You disobeyed," he stated in a stern, but calm voice.

 

"I tried so hard to obey, Master," Elvira replied, her voice sincere. "I saw you and Gemma and I couldn't help it." Her admission was as much a plea as it was a confession, but she knew it would buy her nothing.

 

Elvira knew what was coming next, but the sting of his hand against her butt cheek still caused her to jolt in surprise. The initial impact was followed by several more strikes, and soon, she was whimpering in pain. There was a brief pause, causing Elvira's heart to race in anticipation of what would come next.

 

The Anoran heard Lukas move to the side of her. She tried turning her head, but was unable to see the riding crop descending upon her. She screamed as the first strike landed across her right cheek. The second strike followed shortly after on her left cheek. The blows continued to rain down upon her ass, causing Elvira to cry out in pain. Her mind was filled with the image of Gemma taking the same punishment moments before, and she wondered how the sturdy warrior had managed to keep herself together.

 

Elvira was expecting the paddle next, but felt something else instead. She whimpered as Lukas' thick cock slid between her thighs. He grabbed her hair as he ground his member along her slit. The stinging of her ass was forgotten, overtaken by the burning desire to have her pussy plundered by the tall Dominant behind her. She felt his dick pressing against her entrance, the tip threatening to enter her at any moment. She bucked her hips against the cross, trying to hasten the vaginal invasion. She felt the crop strike her ass again, and she let out a moan.

 

"Please," she begged. "Please fuck me. I'll be your submissive. I'll do whatever you say. I can't take it anymore."

 

Lukas slid his length along her folds a couple more times before pulling away completely. Elvira groaned in desperation. "You have more to learn, elf," he stated sternly. "We have a date tomorrow. I can promise you that you'll be back here in this room having another uncontrollable orgasm." He released her, and without further ceremony, he and Gemma left.

 

The blonde elf felt defeated and ashamed, but the most prevalent feeling was that of emptiness. She had come so close to losing her virginity to Lukas, and yet, she was left crumpled on her bedroom floor, her pussy aching and begging to be filled. She wanted to pleasure herself after the teasing she had endured, but inexplicably, she refrained. Lukas had promised her an orgasm tomorrow.

 

***

 

Early the following morning, the Adventurers feasted on a breakfast prepared by Elvira. With the exception of slightly soggy bacon, the quality of the cooking was phenomenal.

 

“This is quite spectacular,” Lukas commented. “I thought Gwyn’s task would take you at least a week, but I must admit, this meal is impressive.”

 

Elvira smiled at him. She ran around serving the others, strategically finding no time to sit down to enjoy her own cooking.

 

“I’ll be hosting an inauguration party tomorrow evening,” Elvira announced. “I expect you all to attend – not that you have anywhere else to go.”

 

Fiona snorted. “Anywhere else would be preferable to a party of elite egomaniacs.”

 

“Speaking of which,” Elvira continued, prompted by Fiona’s retort, “my parents are planning on making a visit. They will probably make the trip a couple days after my inauguration.”

 

A series of groans sounded from the table.

 

“They’re not coming for the inauguration?” Laera asked. “I’m not complaining; it just seems a little weird.”

 

Elvira shrugged her shoulders. “I think tournament festivities have already kicked off in Anora. Dreyfus probably has them really busy.”

 

“Should we just move out for a few days?” Laera asked.

 

“I’m not sure, to be honest,” the older sister responded. “We will have to figure something out.”

 

“Thanks for the heads up,” Lukas chimed in, “and thanks for breakfast. We should head out soon. We are hoping to sell a lot of gear before we hit the caves.”

 

"I agree," Fiona said, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "We should get moving as soon as possible. The sooner we're in the caves, the better. I'll pack up our things and meet you all outside."

 

The team of six Adventurers made their way around downtown to visit a few shops, dispersing some of their spoils at various establishments. Their final stop was Boris’ Emporium, a unique and rare item store, where they hoped to find a buyer for the moon berries they had recently plundered from the caves. Each of the small magical fruits had the power to transform an Adventurer into a werewolf for three minutes. The party might have thought to use it on their stalwart Brawler, but Gemma was already formidable with her flaming sword and didn't need any additional advantage. They’d decided collectively that the gold would be more useful. Besides, Gwyn's summon could provide any wolfy support if needed.

 

A girl in her mid twenties greeted them as they entered the shop. “New Adventurers! I love seeing what newcomers bring in. Unless you are here to buy?”

 

“We’ve got an item of interest for you,” Lukas said. “Hopefully it meets your standards. I’m assuming you are not Boris?”

 

“If I was Boris,” she replied, “I’d still not be the strangest thing in this shop. I’m Trixie, his daughter.”

 

“Pleasure meeting you,” Lukas said. Trixie had wavy, light brown hair and a small, upturned nose.  “We come hoping to interest you in some moon berries.” He held the mystical fruits out for the store clerk to examine.

 

“Hmm,” Trixie grunted as she took a closer look. “Not bad for newbies. They aren’t terribly rare, but in high demand. Our last set of berries sold very quickly last week. I could get you a good price on these.”

 

“They’re in high demand?” Lukas questioned, wondering if maybe he should hold on to them.

 

“Yup,” Trixie confirmed. “They're pretty wicked on tanks, but if you ask me, I think they are more popular outside of cave exploring. People like to use them for activities behind closed doors, if you know what I mean.”

 

Lukas had a bewildered look on his face as explicit images of horny lupines flashed through his mind. Trixie laughed. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I can give two-hundred fifty gold coins for them, but if my father ever asks, I only gave you two hundred, understood?” He nodded, a little surprised at the worth of the berries. 

 

“Whoa! They have an experience scroll.” The voice came from deeper with the store’s shelves and stands. Though hidden from his sight, Lukas immediately identified the excited customer as Fiona. She had gotten bored of listening to their transaction and had started perusing the wares.

 

Lukas took a few steps back and peeked down the disarrayed aisle. “How much for the experience scroll?” he asked without hesitation.

 

Trixie let out a hearty chortle. “That will set you back a hundred thousand gold coins.” Gemma’s eyes bugged out and Lucy let out a low whistle.

 

“Wow,” Lukas said. “I knew they were valuable, but I had no idea.”

 

“My father’s being too greedy,” the store clerk casually mentioned. “They normally go for around forty thousand gold, but with the increased activity around here, he placed a ridiculous price on it hoping someone would bite.”

 

“You probably shouldn’t have shared that with potential customers,” Lukas bantered with a smirk.

 

“Eh,” Trixie responded, “I’m pretty confident you all don’t have that much money anyway.” She glanced at Laera. “Although with Anorans, you never know.”

 

“Let me know when your father stops trying to swindle customers,” Lukas said with a chuckle. “I’d like to make an offer for that scroll.” Forty thousand gold was almost affordable to them.

 

Trixie raised her eyebrows. “Bring me something truly unique. I bet we could come to an agreement.”

 

They completed their exchange for the moon berries, and then the young Adventurers exited the store. After depositing their proceeds into the bank, they hastily strode towards the Mystic Forest, bound for the mountains.

 

The team grinded hard in the tunnels for many hours, Lukas was determined to hit level ten. He was confident that his blades' experience bonus would help him achieve his goal, but unfortunately, they were forced to turn back before he could be rewarded with a level up. His frustration was short-lived, though – there was always tomorrow. Tonight, he had a date.

***

 

Lukas knocked on the door to Elvira’s room. The elf answered the door, wearing a blue satin dress. Her hair had a slight curl to it, and it fell perfectly to one side of her face. She had done her makeup for the occasion. Her lips were a deep red and her face had an extra shine to it.

 

“You look nice,” said Lukas.

 

“What are you talking about?" Elvira said, brushing off his compliment. "I always look great.”

 

“Follow me," the tall Adventurer commanded, and then strode down the hall. Exiting the mansion out the front door, a fancy carriage was waiting outside. Lukas walked Elvira to the vehicle, and opened the door for her. After stepping into the carriage, Elvira spotted something that froze her in place. Occupying one of the seats was her younger sister, dressed in her best. 

 

“What’s she doing here?” Elvira asked unthinkingly.

 

“Who?” Lukas asked, climbing in after the older sister. “Laera? She’s my date this evening.”