A little thing for Neumagh Anon. Very lewd.


    There was a knock at the door. Anon looked up from his journal at the desk, looking back at the door. It sounded very unfamiliar, not a knock he had heard before. All the servants in the Saunders household had a very soft, polite knock, especially when knocking on his door. This knock was loud, urgent, aggressive. He stood up from the desk, closing his journal as the knock turned into a pounding on the door. 
    “Yes yes, coming, hold your nuts. Jesus…” Called out Anon, rolling his eyes. He opened the door and froze. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled. In front of him stood Loreli, and behind her, was her mother. Ith’Ryn’l, elven mistress, lady of the house. Anon raised an eyebrow, looking at the two blonde elves, eyeing them suspiciously. They both looked exhausted, yet with an odd air of concern about them. Twitchy, looking around suspiciously, leaning in close. 
    “Loreli… Ryn… hello?” Anon said, breaking the silence. 
    “Good evening Anon, I hope you are well.” Ryn said, making a slight bow, “I apologize for interrupting anything, but I was discussing certain… things, with Loreli here, and… you see…” Ryn muttered, letting out a long sigh, “We have a certain… issue, one which Loreli mentioned that you can assist in relieving.” She said, her voice unsure, the elegant elf seeming to be nervous about something. Anon felt an odd sense of dread growing in his stomach, swallowing hard. 
“Uh… whats up?” He asked, looking over to Loreli.
“My sister, Anon, we… theres been an ongoing issue with her.” Loreli said, letting out a huff, “She… well, we need you to help her, and youre the only one I can consider to be qualified to do it, and my mom agreed.” She said. Anon let out a sigh, thinking of Lorelis stiff, upright, killjoy of a sister Elen’eli. The absolute opposite of Loreli, such a fun-sucker out of any situation. Anon fought down the urge to frown. Helping Elen’eli? That sounded insufferable and about as enjoyable as a migraine. Anon sighed again, looking back at Loreli. Her eye was pleading, practically begging for help. He shrugged. If it helped Loreli, then, why not?
“Alright, sure. What am I doing?”


Anon felt himself be shoved into the room. He stumbled a few steps, tripping onto his hands and knees. He looked behind himself to the doorway where Loreli and her mother stood. 
“The door is going to be locked, and youre not coming out until you're finished and we see that glow.” She said, a smile on her face, “Good luck Anon! I’m rooting for you!” Her chipper voice sounded. 
“Yes, good luck! You might have to be a bit rough, but don’t worry, if any uncouth things happen, we have medical staff on standby!”  Chimed in Ryn. 
The door slammed, sealing the chamber. Anon grimaced, standing upright, dusting himself off. 
“Fucking keebs.” He muttered to himself, shaking his head, looking around the room. Where the hell had they tossed him this time? It seemed like a cross between a large guest bedroom, and a cell from a dungeon. Stoney, dark, only faintly illuminated.
“Oh? So is it the elves' fault for this? Is that so?” A proper, prim, feminine voice sounded out. Anon jumped, looking for the source of the voice, head darting around, before his gaze finally settled on a… bed. 
A bed. 
A large, luxurious, massive bed. Velvety silken sheets draped over it, with dozens of soft, cushy pillows scattered about, the color contrasting nicely with the dark stone of the room. 
And there, on the bed, was Lorelis sister, Ryns daughter, Elen’eli, who was practically naked. 
“What the fuck?” The sentence came from Anon's mouth as he stared at the practically nude elf. Elen’eli laid there still, a frown on her face. Her pale, supple form was wrapped in a lingerie that matched the bed, the lacy fabric covering only her most intimate places, leaving little for the imagination. Anon's eyes wandered over her body, the fabric clinging to her curving elf form, the garterbelt hugging her soft tummy, the bra and panties gently squishing into her skin as they clung to her curves. She frowned more, her legs shifting uncomfortably, the thigh high stockings on them sliding smoothly across the satin bed. Elen’eli let out a humph, crossing her arms, the silver chains fastened to her wrists clinking. Anons eyes followed along the chains, seeing their length attaching them to the wall, Anon noting that she would be unable to move anywhere from the bed. He nodded to himself, looking over everything, and let out a knowing sigh. 
“Ah, I see. I understand now.” He said while nodding. Elen’eli raised an eyebrow. 
“Oh really? And what is that which you understand?” She asked.
“That I have no fucking clue whats going on here.” 
Elen’elis frown deepened, her soft, regal face turning red, her ears wiggling in anger. 
“How… how… HOW DARE YOU!” She said angrily, “How dare you act like you know nothing, when all of this is your fault!” She added angrily. Anon nodded, letting out another knowing sigh. 
“Ah, right, of course. I forgot. I kidnapped you, tied you up down here, put you in that outfit, left you, told your mom and sister, let them find you, forgot, sat down in my room, then had them come get me to throw me back down in here, right, I did all of that, on purpose. How fucking forgetful of me!” Anon said, his voice mockingly concerned. Elen’eli rolled her eyes, scoffing at the human.
“Well of course you did not do that, but still, this whole situation is your fault, and you caused it!” The elf snapped back, glaring at Anon. Anon sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose. 
“You know what? Fine. it is my fault, youre right. Can you at least… I dont know, tell me what I did wrong? HOW I specifically caused this situation?” Anon asked, walking over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. He looked back at her, the elf staring daggers at him. “Please, tell me, I’m all ears, and it doesn't seem like you're going anywhere anytime soon.” He said. The elf humphed behind him, puffing her cheeks and frowning. 
“It’s all because you… you and… and…” Muttered Elen’eli, her voice wavering, becoming hesitant, “You and my sister!” She spat, an edge of surprise to her own tone. Anon looked back behind himself to the elf, raising an eyebrow.
“How the fuck?” He asked, scoffing at the elf. Elen’eli looked away, her own face becoming red. 
“You… you and here… doing indecent things. She’s a noble elf! And you're just… a lowly, stinky human. I saw you two acting so… lascivious, in the forest. It’s not right! I saw you and her doing those unclean things… using her mouth…” She trailed on, eyes glassy, almost hypnotized, “I-I-I had to tell someone! So I went to my mother, and she got upset at me for interrupting you two, and we got into an argument and-and-AGH!” She yelled in frustration, eyes going to Anon. “You damn filthy degenerate human, putting filthy ideas in noble elves minds. And it is MY fault that I have stayed noble to my duty, and haven't ran about adventuring and gallivanting with your kind. MY fault that I haven't been bedded by a burly, brutish human. MY fault that I find duty more important than flitting about in the forest having picnics with a man. MY fault that I haven't decided to settle down with anyone yet!” She yells, the words spilling out like a dam had burst. Anon held a contemplative hand to his mouth, trying to hide his smile at the passionate elven rant. 
“Oh but Loreli! She’s doing it right because she found someone to make an heir with. AN HEIR! There wouldn't be anything to be an heir to if it wasn't for me! And what thanks do I get? I get asked when am I going to stop taking things so seriously and live a little!” She said, her eyes sad, looking down. “I… I know I should loosen up a little… but my duty… I can’t.” 
“Sooo, what I’m hearing is…” Anon said, trying to stifle a laugh, “You're so damn uptight about some bullshit or another, that your mom and sister think you need to get some sense about taking it easy fucked into you?” He said, trying to hold back a wheeze of a chuckle.  Elen’eli frowned at the human, narrowing her eyes.
“Don’t you dare put it so crudely! This is a serious matter!” Said the elf, scoffing at the human. Anon stood up, hands raised in a sign of surrender. 
“Look, don’t worry about it, alright? We can just wait it out in here for a little bit, then say we did something or other, and boom. Problem solved, everyones happy. Right?” He said smiling, looking at the elf with a confident smile. Elen’eli’s face showed anything but confidence, her brow furrowed in disdain, mouth open in sheer dumbfounded amazement. Anon felt his confident smile falter. 
“What?” He asked, slightly cocking his head. 
“Humans really are a stupid species.” Said Elen’eli, shaking her head, “Not everything is as simples as your brains make it. Don’t you think they thought of that? Or do you consider my sister whom you so adore to be a brain dead retard such as yourself?” She asked, rolling her eyes in exasperation. Anon opened his mouth, then closed it, humming to himself. 
“I really don’t know how to answer that, so I’ll just say, go fuck yourself.” Anon replied, crossing his arms, “And please, while you're at it, explain to me why it CAN'T work. Not like they can tell if you have or havent been fucked, right?” he said with a laugh.  Elen’eli’s haughty face slipped into concern, her eyes looking down, dancing across the intricate tattoos on her lower abdomen. Anons eyes followed her gaze, and he once again felt his smile falter. 
“Those fucking keebs can tell if youve been fucked, can’t they?” He said, his matter of fact tone answering his own question. 
“One would assume that a degenerate, raunchy human like yourself would recognize a womb tattoo.” Elen’eli said in a lifeless, hollow tone, staring at her own body, “My own sister said that neither of us are leaving this room until the tattoo is illuminated from the… completion of… our copulating.” She said, an odd shiver coming to her voice. Anon blinked twice, staring at the elf, nodding.
“I see.” He muttered, looking back to the door, standing up and stretching, before turning to the elf again. A smile came to Anons face as he looked at her, and he let out a sigh. 
“All of this because you get no dick?” He asked, a chuckle coming to his voice. Elen’eli rolled her eyes again, a disgusted sigh coming from her mouth.
“Are you going to just torment me with your inane prattle? Surely this is a worse fate than one of your kind forcefully bedding me.” She grumbled, shaking her head. Anon glared at her, a half smirk on his face. 
“So what? What do you want me to do here? Just shut up and… go at it?” Anon asked, crossing his arms. Elen’eli scoffed, face horrified, looking shock. 
“Like hell you would dare! You are not to touch me!” She spat at him, trying to cross her arms, the silvered chains landing across her silk covered chest. A frustrated sigh erupted from Anons mouth, the sound a mixture of a groan and a growl. 
“Look, keeb, I don’t know what you want from me, okay? I don’t like this situation any more than you do, alright? Frankly, I’m not in the mood to be fucking some stuck up elf bitch, especially not one who got me dragged into this because she was being a bitch to my actual elf, whom I love. Now we can either get this over with, or I can just sit here and keep rambling on because I’m board, you got that? What the fuck do you want me to do here?!” He snapped at her, glaring at the elf. Elen’eli opened her mouth to say something, then closed it. She frowned at Anon, furrowing her brow, wrinkling her elegant nose, her freckles bunching up on her face. She blew a strand of her long blonde hair out of her face, looking away from Anon. She let out a grumble, laying back onto the bed, uncrossing her arms and spreading them out. She looked off to the side, almost longingly staring at the opposite wall. Elen’eli let out another sigh, before looking back at Anon. He felt his breath catch in his throat as his eyes met hers. There was an odd look on her face, a sense of dread, repulsion, disgust, and hatred. A mask of absolute bitchery.
 And yet her eyes…
Anon stared into her eyes, those glimmering, jewel like eyes which shimmered in the rooms moody light. What her face said, her eyes dispelled for the lies they were. 
Desire, want, need, a strange hunger and anticipation. 
“What… what do you want me to do here?” Anon echoed again, his voice wavering slightly, looking over the laid out elf, his eyes going up and down her bedded, lingerie dressed form.
“Whatever you… need to do.” Elen’eli muttered. Anon felt no response come from mouth as he stared at her, his eyes dancing over her barely clothed curves. The snow white lingerie doing nothing to hide her voluptuous form, her smooth, soft, unmarked skin practically glistening under it, the outfit only accenting her attractive femininity. She shifted slightly, her body softly squishing and jiggling, her ample breasts rocking under the slight movement. She rubbed her legs together absently, the thigh high fabrics sliding between each other, the matching panties and garter belt sliding gently over her soft tummy. 
“Are you dumb? Just… whatever you…n-need to.” Elen’eli says again, voice firm, hesitant, almost eager in its tone. Anon felt his head nod, hands near robotically going to his shirts hem, lifting it up and pulling it off, throwing it to the side. 
“Damn it Loreli, you owe me big for this.” He muttered silently to himself, hands going to his belt, tossing his pants away as he climbed onto the bed. 

    Elen’eli swallowed hard, seeing the human crawl onto the bed, looming above her, the human male stripped down to nothing but his underwear. Her chest heaved, her eyes glancing up and down the human in anticipation, settling down at his crotch. She felt a grimace come to her face as she saw the outline of his manhood against the sparse clothes. Her heart pounded hard in her sense, a feeling of dread creeping its way into her soul. Her pounding heart echoing, her blood boiling in her body, an inability to look away, the burning itch in her stomach growing hotter and hotter, her sweaty palms grasping at the sheets as she bit the bottom of her lips, resisting the urge to reach out and-
Elen’eli jolted, the thoughts swimming in her mind. 
“No!” She shouted, the word slipping out, her hands going to her mouth. Anon froze, frowning at the elf. 
“Fucking knife ear.” He muttered, shaking his head, turning away from her. Something latched around his ankle firmly, keeping him from moving. Anon looked back, seeing Elen’eli reaching out, grabbing at him, her eyes wild. 
“I mean, I just… ignore what I say.” She stammered out, letting go of his ankle, laying back down, “Just… get it over with.” She said, looking away, her teeth gritted and bared, cheeks burning red. Anon let out a sigh, rolling his eyes, shifting back towards the elf, looking over her. He reached towards her, hands moving confidently, the elf’s eyes widening as the human's hands caressed her skin. 
His hands went to her sides, rubbing them, his thumbs gently pressing into the soft skin of her tummy. It felt oddly smooth, unblemished, nearly silken. His hands slowly dragged down her sides, making the elf shiver. His fingers danced across the garter belt, before going lower, heading to the hem of her panties. Her eyes followed his fingers as they gently tugged away the panties. The lingerie slid down her legs, Anon throwing them to the side, exposing her womanhood. Anon paused, raising an eyebrow as he looked at it. The pelvic mound puffy and raised, shaved nearly bare, the remaining golden hairs formed into a heart. He glanced up to the elf, her eyes avoiding his, the elves cheeks flushed with a red blush. The sticky sweet smell of blackberries and pine wafted up from her most delicate parts, her slit already visibly wet with arousal. 
“You're excited.” Anon said, eyeing her with a wry smile. Elen’eli gave a flustered humph, trying not to meet his eyes. 
“D-don’t stare at me down there, you do-” Her voice turned to a loud shriek as she felt something warm and wet rub itself across her slit. A lightning bolt of pleasure shot up through her core, going into her brain, making her back arch. The loud screaming moan echoed out of her mouth, and Elen’eli felt her chest heave up and down as if she had just ran a marathon. She looked at the human, seeing his eyes wide, his tongue hanging out in surprise, a thin strand of her arousal connecting to his lips.
“You’re sensitive.” He said matter of factly, leaning back from the elf, wiping his face on the back of his hand. Elen’eli’s chest heaved up and down, her breath shuddering. 
“Don’t- why- you… that was… WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” She spat at him, voice laced with a horrified curiosity. Anon hummed to himself, looking between the elfs face and her exposed womanhood. 
“I… felt like doing it? It’s a part of the whole process, you know?” Anon said, scratching the back of his head. Elen’eli frowned again, pouting at Anon. 
“Well I feel that is completely unnecessary! Why on earth would you even consider doing that?! There is no need for it!” Elen’eli stammered out, stuttering the words. Anon sighed, straightening himself up, his hands going to the waistband of his underwear. 
“Alright, fuck it. Fine.” He said, Elen’elis eyes going wide as the garment dropped, exposing Anons manhood to her. She stared at the piece of man flesh, feeling a bead of sweat form on her brow, mouth suddenly feeling dry. She stared ahead transfixed, unmoving, as if in a dream as she watched Anon position himself between her thighs, grabbing her hips, lining himself up. Elen’eli felt her heart stop.
“W-what are you doing?” She asked, looking up at Anons face, the mans mouth a determined grimace. 
“What you wanted me to do, getting this over with.” He said, his hand going down, pressing the head of his manhood against the elfs slick entrance. Elen’eli felt a shiver go through her body as the skin of the hot tip grazed against her, resting against her slit. Elen’eli swallowed, her throat dry. 
“W-wait, abstain, please, perhaps we can-”
A finger pressed itself against her lips, silencing her. Anons blank, face regarded her, his lips held together tight, eyes determined. He shook his head side to side.
“Nuh uh.” He said, taking his finger back, grabbing onto her hips. The elf felt her heart sink.
“What do you mean by-”
The words stopped in her throat as she felt Anon enter her, turning into a startled gasp. He slid in quickly, groaning loudly as he bottomed out inside of the elf, slipping into her with a surprising ease. Elen’eli felt a spasm go through her body, arms shooting out, hands gripping onto the mattress, fingers grabbing onto the sheets spasmodically. Her breath came in shuddering pulls, every exhale a high pitched moan. An odd warmth and tension crept its way into her stomach, growing, warming, tightening. A dropping, tingling, blurring, unintelligible pleasure growing inside her loins. She felt it well up inside, then burst like an over coiled spring. An eruption of tingling, screaming hot pleasure exploding in her most delicate areas, sending waves of ecstasy through her body, her brain feeling as if it had melted into hot caramel. Elen’eli let out a loud, screaming, moan, her body shaking, juices squirting from her womanhood as her body spasmed in the throes of her orgasm. Her tight muscles went limp, and she collapsed into a panting heap on the bed, eyes glazed over. 
Anon stared down at the elf, feeling the hot, sticky wetness of the elfs emission covering the lower half of his body. He looked at the quivering, shuddering mess of an elvish woman, her lower regions soaked wet from her violent squirting seconds earlier. 
“What the fuck?” Anon asked, raising an eyebrow, using the back of his hand to wipe the stray droplets of it off his face, “Are you… what the fuck is that are you okay?” He asked the elf, face masked with concern. Elen’eli let out a shuddering breath, eyes wide and unfocused, her ample chest heaving with each breath. Slowly, her eyes shifted to Anon lazily, regaining a semblance of intelligence behind them. 
“What… what happened?” She asked, her voice distant, confused, embarrassed. 
“I stuck it in and then you seemed to… did you have a seizure or something? Are you alright? Did I trigger your epilepsy or do something like that?” Anon asked, body frozen, hands still on the elf. Elen’eli shook her head no. 
“I think… that maybe… I might have… potentially… slightly climaxed… just a little bit…” She muttered, looking over her body, her cheeks turning a bright red. Anon felt his own eyes widen as he looked at the mess the elf made, raising an eyebrow. 
“From… me putting it in?” He asked. The elf nodded yes, looking away with a blush. 
“I-I-I… Don’t look at me like that.” The elf responded, hiding her face behind her hands. Anon shrugged. 
“Well, thats alright with me. Does that mean we’re done here? It looked like you enjoyed yourself afterall.” He asked with a half joking laugh. Elen’eli glanced down, looking at the intricate ink staining her lower tummy area. 
“No… we are not…” She grumpily sighed out, seeing the ink unilluminated. Anon sighed in return, nodding his head. 
“Alright, alright, no easy way out I guess.” He said, wiping his face again, “So, are you… ready to continue?” He asked, a nervous edge to his voice, the realization that he was still balls deep in the elf dawning on him. Elen’eli looked down past herself, directly to the humans pelvic area. She bit her lip and nodded yes. Anon slowly withdrew himself, suppressing the urge to shiver as he felt Elen’elis inside cling and grab at him, the warmth squeezing him tighter than before. He felt Elen’eli shudder beneath him, the chewing on her own finger, a muffled groan escaping her mouth. Anon felt himself nearly completely exit the elf, before hilting himself inside her once more, Elen’eli letting out a muffled moan as she tightened around him. Anon felt himself wince as the elf squeezed him tighter, her hot insides pressing around him firmly. He pulled out and slammed himself to the base again, his hands gripping her wide hips, squeezing into the softness of them. Anon felt himself slam into her again and again, his thrusting gaining momentum, the movements feeling instinctual as a hungry warmth built inside him. Elen’eli’s body shook with the movements, her large chest bouncing with every thrust, her mounds rocking back and forth like the movement of an ocean. His hands went to them, sliding up her body, taking one in each of his palms. His fingers sunk into the flesh like dough, her warm, pillowy chest rocking slightly under his grip. She whimpered loudly as she felt his rough hand gently grabbing her tit flesh, his fingers tracing lines across the large mounds. 
“Harder.” A meek voice whimpered out, Anon feeling himself taken aback by the neediness of it. 
“What?” He asked, his grip loosening, his rhythm not stopping. 
“Harder damn it! Grab me harder!” Elen’eli demanded, her hands going to her own breast, grabbing them tightly, squeezing them with white knuckles. Anons hands went back to the elves mounds, his hands grabbing them tighter, the flesh of her breast practically spilling from between his knuckles as the elf let out a loud, whimpering moan. 
“Yes, god yes, just like that, please, more.” She moaned out, Anons hands kneading and massaging the soft elven mounds as he pounded into her. 
He could feel her pulse under his hands, against his body, wrapping around his manhood, her rapid heart beats contrasting to her long, shuddering breaths. Elen’eli quivered under him, her eyes rolling back in her head. Anons hands slide away from her breasts, rubbing along the her body, feeling the elfs softness, squeezing the handles of her hips gently, tracing the lines of her soft tummy, caressing the barely concealed outline of her plump ass. Anon felt his hands slide to her hips again, gripping them tightly. 
Elen’eli’s eyes traced over the image of the human infront of her, seeing him enthralled by her body, his hands touching it as if she was owned by him. A shudder of excitement went down her spine, echoing into the depths of her womanhood. She could feel his hungry eyes gazing over her, wanting her, desiring her. She closed her eyes tightly as the small ripple of what she now realized was an approaching orgasm echoed through her, biting her lip tightly, trying to suppress her moans. She felt hands go to her chest again, wantonly grabbing at the flesh, delicate fingers pinching her nipples. She opened her eyes to find that the humans arms where still firmly anchored to her hips, and that the hands molesting her breasts belonged to none other than her. Elen’eli bit her lip again, squeezing her own breasts tightly, her fungers rubbing and pinching at her own nipples as the human rammed into her. Her long, shaky breaths grew quicker and quicker, a feeling in her lower stomach growing tighter and tighter, needier and neederi. Elen’eli felt her body explode with inner warmth, a wave of pleasure rocking her, the elfs back arching spasmodically against her own body's will, her hand shooting out to the sides to grasp the sheets again. A loud, moaning scream ripped from her throat, Elen’eli’s loud cry getting louder with each thrust as she felt the ever expanding firework of her climax erupt inside her body. She could feel warmth flooding through her body, and out her womanhood, her thighs becoming still more soaked as she felt the humans manhood plundering her depths. Her scream did not abate, and only grew louder as Anon did not stop, thrusting wantonly into the elf, her orgasming body squirting incessantly with each thrust. 
“God damn it!” She yelled, slamming her head back, her entire body stiffening like steel. Anon felt himself practically get crushed inside her, her interior suffocating his length with burning hot wetness, Anon feeling a loud gasp escape him as he pulled out and thrust back into her, the sudden change in the elf pulling him over the edge. He felt his hands squeeze her tightly, his body thrusting madly into the elf as his own climax boiled inside his body. He groaned in disappointment as he pulled himself back, trying to retreat from the inside of the elf. He felt himself withdraw to the crown, before he realized he could move back no further. He felt the elves firm, strong thighs wrapping around him, keeping him in place, her legs grip urging him back inside. Anon panted, thrusting back in, sweat beading his brow, his hips bucking as he tried to pull out from her. 
“Ele-ele- elana- GOD DAMN IT! LET ME PULL OUT KEEB!” He shouted, eyes wincing shut as he desperately tried to hold on, trying to force himself to hold it together. Elen’eli’s legs tightened around him hard, her muscles under the softness forcing him to the hilt back inside her. 
“Fuck that!” She moaned out, “Just fucking cum inside my precious elven womb with your filthy human seed!” She groaned, breath panting wildly, her own hips bucking against his. Anon froze, the words echoing inside his ears making his mind go blank. The realization hit him, and he felt a shiver run through his tight body as he lost control. A deep, long groan echoed out Anon's throat as he felt himself erupt inside the elf, his climax making his already blank mind blacking out as the elf humping against him made lightning bolts shoot through his brain. Anon could feel his instincts taking over as each thrust forced himself into her deeper and deeper as he felt spasm after spasm of his emission going into the elf. Elen’eli screamed again, the wet sound of her and Anons body slapping together filling the room as she soaked the sheet under them. 
“Grab my precious elven breasts and violate them with your touch as you rut me!” She demanded through a scream, Anons hands dumbly moving up to her chest as her legs forced him to stay inside her, the elfs movements compelling him to keep thrusting into her as his hands squeezed her chest tightly. 
“Stain me with your beastly stench! Defile me with your human spunk! Desecrate my body with your virile human seed!” She shouted wildly, her body spasmodically moving, head lolling about without control. Anon felt another rising pressure within his loins, stars and sparks flying in his vision as his already overly sensitive body was forced to climax again. Anon groaned loudly, his arms giving out as the quick, dirty, second climax shot through him. He felt himself land on the elfs body, his hips still being forced into the elf as he felt his manhood spasming inside her body, spilling yet more seed into her womanhood. 
“Just- Just- fuck me until I… Until… I…-” The elfs voice lazily came, her voice distant and airy. Anon could feel her beaving chest give on last shuddering breath under him, her taut body going limp, her legs dropping from around him. Anon gasped, a shiver going through his body as the aftershocks played out through him, tingling his already shot nerves. Elen’elis breathing came slowly, gently, hissing slowly from between her teeth. Anon felt his hazy mind slowly recovering, enough strength coming back to his arms to slowly push himself off the elf, rolling onto his side besides her. Her glanced her up and down, the noble elf a shivering, soaking, stained mess; the intricate inks on her lower tummy glowing a gentle purple. Elen’elis head slowly lolled to the side, her eyes hazy and foggy, her mouth half open. She gently mouthed something at Anon, lazily pursing her lips. Anon felt himself crack a half smile, his hand going to the side of the elfs head, gently ruffling her golden hair. He leaned forward a planted a kiss on her lips, the elf leaning into it. There was a pop as Anon broke the embrace, the elven woman letting out a sigh as her eyes slowly closed. 
“Was it good?” He asked her, his voice barely recovering. The elf nodded yes sleepily, her hand going to Anons face. 
“Con… cons… consort..” She muttered. Anon blinked several times, the word echoing in his mind. 
“What.” He spat, trying to find meaning in the barely audible word. 
“Consort of… house of Saunders….you are now…” She whispered in a sleepy tone, her hand going limp. Anon pushed himself up, looking over the sleeping elven woman, dragging a blanket over his body.
“Great… wonderful.” He whispered to himself as he slipped out of the bed, “I wonder what the hell that means.” he asked absently, pulling on his trousers, loosely draping his shirt over his body. He went to the door, and knocked at it. 
“We’re all done in here.” He said, hand going to the knob, ready to jiggle the locked device. He twisted it, the metal moving easily, Anon frowning at it. 
“Of fucking course. Not even locked.” He said, rolling his eyes, pushing the door open. He took a step out, then froze, seeing two figures in front of him. 
There stood Rin, the elven rulers cheeks blushed red, her eyes looking far off, as if purposely ignoring Anon. In contrast stood Loreli, her mouth ajar, a thin line of drool coming from it, her eyes hazy, cheeks burning a deep crimson. Anon felt an embarrassed blush go to his face. 
“Uh, hi. Rin, Loreli. Uh… how much of that did you-” A hand shot to his wrist, gripping it tightly, Anon feeling his body lurch as Loreli pulled him down the hall. 
“You. Me. Bedroom. NOW.” She demanded, her voice needy, Anon already seeing the tips of her ears flushed with arousal. He let out a tired sigh, exhaustion leeching into his already tired bones. 
“Yes ma’am.”