Tag Archives: Dark Elf

Dreamcatcher

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“Who are you and what are you doing in my dreams dressed like that?” I ask.

“Dressed like wh-” she doesn’t even finish her question before letting out a little shriek and reflexively covering herself up with her arms as she looked down, even though I couldn’t see anything too salacious from where I was standing.

“Oh…oh my…..you must have greater control of this dreamscape than I anticipated.” she observed timidly. “Not quite full lucid dreaming, but still…..”

Come to think of it, the beautiful, bespectacled bovine woman in this dream kitchen is (barely) dressed in a manner that seems a bit reminiscent of the Gil Elvgren or Freeman Elliot pin-ups I’m so fond of.

“Please…” she implored me. “I…I can tell you what you would like to know, but can I get something a little less revealing?”
Wait a sec- I have the power to dress and undress her in my dreams? Well now- this could be pretty fun.

The apron vanishes altogether, and my bovine visitor has one arm draped across her voluminous breasts and her hand covering up between her legs.

“KYAAAAA! I…I’ve been tarnished forever. Nobody will want to marry me now!” my uninvited visitor lamented as she tired even harder to conceal herself. “I’m a sage with 400 years experience in this field- why would you even want to do such a thing to me, young man?”

“Hang on, hang on….” I try to reassure her

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Into Another World (part 1?)

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A lot of people dream about waking up in a different world, leaving behind old troubles for an adventure in a land of mystery and promise. For Blake, he never expected for that to become reality. Now he has to take what little he knows and use it to survive on a mysterious island with a curiously frisky Dark Elf. (short story exchange with an artist on /monster/)

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Bachelorsville, Texas- Chapter 4: Arm Candy and Six Tails

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“My- this has certainly turned into a most eventful evening.” Mari tittered. “According to my father, it was quite common for adventurers, mercenaries and heroes to have a rowdy night like this before embarking on some sort of quest….”

“Yeah- but I’m none of those. And I don’t really think I’ll be embarking on any kind of quest anytime soon.”

“You’d be surprised, Jacob. Never say ‘never’. Besides, weren’t you a soldier?”

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Lured of the Rings

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“Touch me, oh touch me,” she crooned. Frotho’s hand, as though of its own will, reached out and traced the delicate swelling of her Dark Elf-breast, while the other slowly crept around her tiny, flawless waist, crushing her to his barrel chest.
“Hairy chest, I love a hairy chest,” she moaned, forcing him down on the silvered carpet. Her tiny, pink fingers caressed the luxuriant fur of his pectoral muscles while Frotho’s nose sought out the warmth of her precious long pointed Dark elf-ear.
“But I’m so tall and hairy, and . . . and you’re so beautiful,” Frotho whimpered, slipping clumsily out of his crossed garters. The Dark Elf-maiden said nothing, but only sighed deep in her throat and held him more firmly to her faunlike body.
“There is one thing you must do for me first,” she whispered into one rounded ear.
“Anything,” sobbed Frotho, growing frantic with his need. “Anything!” She closed her eyes and then opened them to the ceiling.

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Cut and Run, Chapter 1

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Well anyways, when I finally regained consciousness, I found myself aboard a train headed for parts east, and I was trussed up like a Krampus Day Turkey. I soon found out that I was suspended horizontally about a couple of feet from the ceiling of the luggage car, with my head banging against the wall in tune with the swaying of the train.
Turning my head I was able to view below me a Green Oni who appeared to be my guard. She was sitting in a chair underneath me, occasionally glancing up, but with most of her attention fixed upon that Eastern Asian crossword puzzle, what do they call it again? Soo-boo-koo? Did I say Eastern Asian? I meant to say Mist Continent! My bad.
After a couple of hours of my hanging there, I asked her if she could let me go so I could take care of some business. I asked her politely several times to let me go. I even said the magic word: Asshole.

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Schoolgirls Are Real Bitches

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Barely containing their laughter now, yet knowing the teen was used to it and the dark elves were allowed to laugh at any human for the silliest of reasons which they deemed fit, the dark elf owners of this sad, humiliated human yanked on his leash, pulling him forwards. They walked to the door in the distance, pausing every now and then to check around for the principal and any other teacher. If they were caught, they knew they would instantly assume that they could take this cute slave away to be used and abused for a while until they grew bored of him, while they would be put in the arena again trying to prove they were better than humans. It wasn’t a battle of swords or fists, but one of wills. They would have to sexually dominate and conquer the humans and prove they didn’t belong in the pancratium. The only rules were no violence, whether dismembering or slapping. They could use aphrodisiacs, masturbation techniques, trampling, squeezing the genitals in a way which aroused them with limited pain, tickle their opponents’ sensitive bits, and anything else which made their opponent beg to surrender on their hands and knees in the standard submission position. Anything else than that was considered failure. If the dark elves failed, they were sold off to a human town to be dressed in hadaka aprons and serve humans for life as sex slaves and maids. They would be on the receiving end of sexual abuse, humiliation, taking orders, and having to suck a lowly human’s toes for a living. At least, that was what the dominant dark elves thought. The minority who turned submissive and decided to serve humans for life found it as normal and exciting at being under a human’s boot and sucking their heels as humans did in this school. It aroused them even with all the humiliation and shame they felt. No one could really explain this, though people claimed it was like a spell an ancient power place on them – they were only turned on by rough and humiliating S&M activities.

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Mean Look

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She raised her hands to her tiny little bra, also made of black silk and looking like a small ribbon running across her tits. She pulled the bit of skimpy cloth down, covering an exposed nipple. Her enormous tits bounced as she released the bra, now covering a thin strip around her nipples, the centre of her breasts, and her back. She lifted the part over her right breast, looking at the small yet hard nipple sticking out of her areola. She put it back down, covering up her nipple, and looked at the young man. He was gaping at her exposure of her soft tit, and his cock was hard enough to ram a spike into the ground. She grinned widely at him and sat back on the bed, placing her arms below her breasts. She started shaking them back and forth, enjoying how his eyes followed every movement of those rounded orbs.

‘Do you want them, slave?’ she asked, her tits jiggling harder with each word.

The young man’s eyes were too mesmerised by her swaying titflesh to answer. She repeated her question, and this time, he gave the briefest of nods, his eyes following her jiggling tits.

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Welcome To The Sex Dungeon

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The kid blushed harder and started unbuttoning his jeans, letting them slide down to his thighs. They started falling down his legs on their own with gravity, and he squealed and grabbed them, pulling them back up. His thighs were pale and slim. That was all she had been able to see. She licked her lips. His shyness was so adorable she could have eaten him up at that moment. 

Although she wouldn’t have minded teasing him and bullying him into taking off his clothes, she really wanted to play with him. He had a kind of cuteness which made everyone want to laugh at him, but play with him and hug him close at the same time. It was hard to explain why.

Irina walked closer and knelt in front of him. He stared at her with big, innocent eyes which looked a little fearful, as if she would judge him for how he looked. Giving him a soft, comforting smile, she reached forward and pulled his hands away. She started taking his clothes off herself while he stood there, frozen, apparently too scared to protest or stop her. She pulled his jeans down to his ankles, then pulled on his foot to make him step out of them. She tugged it off his ankle and gently lifted his other foot. She took it off the other leg as he put it up, and then tossed it away. He was wearing a pair of Mickey Mouse briefs, his hands over his cock. She looked up at him, her heart almost wringing itself out at the adorable little creature. Leaning forward, she planted a gentle kiss on his stomach, a little above the belly button while raising his T-shirt at the same time. He gave a small gasp as she  pulled it up to cover his head, and then pulled his arms out of it. His arms were a little skinny, but felt so soft in her hand. She held his wrists in one hand and pulled his T-shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor. She moved to remove his underwear, but he placed both hands over it again and shook his head.

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Schoolgirls Aren’t All That Submissive

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You were chained to a carriage’s walls and brought here into this school you had never heard of. You wandered the halls alone until you found some lost souls like yourself. After making a few friends with them and the higher graders, you heard the horrifying tales of what happened to the students here. They were all broken like beasts and turned into the personal slaves of different dark elves. You had no intention of ending up like that, so you schemed to escape. You set up the hidden cameras before the party they planned to give, and you attached them to recording devices. That way you would have proof of whatever the fuck was going on. You didn’t know whom it would help, but it was better to have proof than have others say you were making tall claims.

You glanced at camera number 87. There was a tall dark elf who went by Mistress Lola walking out of the room on it. She was rumoured to be the smartest, most sadistic, and the Domme of Dommes in the school. No one could cross her or cheek her, even in a fun way, at all. You and the rest of the school was scared shitless of her. She had a way of turning the tables of anyone who even thought of using her for sharpening their repartee. Her tongue was several times more vicious than a comedian’s, and her wit was hard to match even if you were a dragon. No one had gotten away with even trying to trick her.

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There’s So Much Pleasure in Pain

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You sat down with your collar and leash still held by the dark elf, sipping a Bulmer’s. At least you were clothed now.

The dark elf had teased and threatened you with consequences of your defiance by dragging you outside without any clothes on and letting everyone see your state. Your face burned and you swallowed down the feeling of humiliation as you thought about being dragged out naked with a huge hardon and being dragged along like an animal. You almost dropped to your knees and pleaded with her not to be so cruel, but decided to retain a semblance of dignity and not just bow to her will. She kept taunting you for what felt like hours, occasionally stepping out and forcing you to follow with a tug on that leash which you were itching to cut in two. She would step back inside and laugh at you mockingly, caressing the sides of your face and leaning in to press her nose against yours while making kissing motions.

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