Became the Dark Elf's Dildo (1)
Shemiri, the dark elf. The moment I tossed out the bait, a big fish bit. No need to shop around for customers after declaring I'd become a male prostitute—she bought me on the spot.
She cleared away the chair at her usual counter, set down a box, and had me lie still inside it. Then she started rubbing her pussy slowly over my erect cock.
"Haaah...."
Schlick. The tip of my cock grazed her secret folds. I couldn't tell if the slickness on my glans was precum or her juices, but bit by bit, my cock began sliding ever so slowly into her wetting depths.
"You play with cocks this often normally?"
"Not at all. That's why I'm devouring you right away, isn't it?"
Shemiri didn't even glance back, answering instead by subtly bobbing her hips up and down.
Schluck. My cock plunged straight into her in one go. Despite zero foreplay, it slipped into her pussy far more easily than I'd expected.
"Kuh...!"
"What, thought it'd be a loose slut hole?"
It clenched tight. I'd figured it went in too smoothly, but her pussy gripped me stickier and harder than anticipated.
"Sorry, but all I usually do is finger myself."
"For real?"
"W-what...?"
"Not like you fool around with carrots or whatever?"
"W-who do you think I am...!"
Squish. She pressed her ass firmly against my abs. That plump, breast-like ass spread left and right, and I cautiously reached out to grab it.
"N-no."
Just as I gripped her cheeks and started tickling lightly, she seized my wrist and leaned back slightly.
"You stay still. I didn't buy you to fuck me—you're my toy to play with while I work... hnng."
Schluck, schluck. She reached toward the counter to steady herself, then pistoned just her lower body up and down. Her legs gathered between mine on the floor, bracing her as she kept bouncing solely from the hips.
"Why, haa, wanna touch...?"
"If it was just straight sex, I'd have groped you too. So, customer, you want it?"
"Hnng, not right now."
Squish. She squeezed her pussy hard again. Not just a clench—it was like her hole turned into a fist, twisting side to side around my cock for her own pleasure.
"Urgh...."
This wasn't sex to please me—it was purely for her. No different from jamming a dildo in and riding it for masturbation. Still, between strokes, she'd stroke my thighs or grind her ass against me.
I have to hold out.
I couldn't cum. How long had it even been since insertion? Blowing my load already? I wasn't premature.
If Shemiri wasn't satisfied and I finished first?
It's free right now—free.
I'd become nothing but a guy lending his dick to Shemiri. Not like I was grabbing her waist and pounding from behind, or mauling her tits till she squirted. Just a human dildo. Sure, my Sex Level Up skill would boost my mana from fucking non-demons, but it'd shatter my pride as a man.
"You gonna hold out like that the whole time? Ah, if you're worried about knocking me up, don't—I've got contraception magic."
"You think I'm holding back 'cause I'm scared of impregnating you?"
"Then why?"
"Cumming first when you haven't even finished? That's no way to treat a customer. Or maybe you like it extra slippery inside after the first load, all sloppy?"
"Not that, but okay—so not scared of pregnancy?"
Shemiri glanced back at me, then started lifting her body.
"Then I guess I should go all out? Don't move a muscle."
She shifted her feet from the floor to beside my thighs. The box was narrow—seemed precarious—but she mounted my cock with rock-steady precision.
"Baa...."
Plip. A warm droplet fell straight onto my glans from above. She smeared it around with her hand, wetting my whole shaft.
"Like this... uhnng...!"
She gripped my cock with her dangling hand, hooking her index and middle fingers near the base like a claw, then shoved it directly into her pussy, rocking it back and forth.
"Aahng, haa.... You planning to leave this arena, right?"
"Obviously. Why?"
"Haa, it's driving me crazy. You can't...."
Half-swallowing my cock, she switched leg positions, kneeling with her knees at my thighs and waist, then sank deeper onto me.
"This dick makes me wanna use it all the time. Uuhng, can't you rack up your five wins slower? Let me have some fun with it meanwhile."
"This one's free."
"How about free meal every time you rent it out?"
"Oh? Trying to cheap out with one meal?"
I reached down to support her legs. Dark elves had killer balance—no slipping off the box edge—but the moment I cupped her ankles, she began circling her hips clockwise, slow and deliberate.
"All you gotta do is lie there and take it—haa, one meal's plenty, right...?"
"Can't be just for me."
"Uung...?"
Sex talk-killer, maybe, but this wasn't plain fucking.
"Include my party members' meals too."
"Ah, what? Came to sell your dick for your party's sake? They're precious, huh?"
"Like knights and squires. Can't have my squires starving—bad look for me."
"Planning to fuck 'em later?"
"Obviously."
"Ahaha!"
Shemiri burst into flighty laughter. Her hands on my legs, she pounded away like millstones, her ass smack-smack-smacking against me—the fleshy slaps echoing like applause through the counter area.
"So you haven't fucked 'em yet?"
"Not planning to rape 'em."
"Hmm, too bad. Or maybe good?"
She swept her falling hair forward over one shoulder.
"Means I get to hog this delicious treat for a while. Uuhng."
Her narrow waist dipped beautifully, and when she lifted her arms briefly, her huge sideboobs jutted out clearly from behind.
"Hey, you."
Shemiri craned her head back to look at me. Her hands slid onto my chest, slender fingertips caressing and tickling my pecs.
"If I let you touch my body but charge less for your dick, what then?"
"If touching means fewer exchange vouchers as penalty."
I crossed my hands behind my head, fingers laced like a pillow, ignoring her tease.
"Gotta tie my own hands so I don't lose out on vouchers."
"You're really here selling dick for vouchers?"
"Duh."
"Hmm, what to do...."
She pulled forward, leaning her upper body toward the counter.
"...Then suppose."
Smack. She slapped her own ass, flashing a sly grin and wink.
"I throw in extra vouchers—wanna touch?"
"Can I hit it?"
"Ahaha! Uhnng, uuung...!"
Her body shuddered. Her pussy clamped so hard my legs tensed instinctively, but I held back from cumming.
"Haaa.... You, seriously.... Kinda jealous...?"
"Of what."
"When I, hnng, first came here, there was no guy like you."
This was new.
"Came with my husband, but he ditched me for some bitch and died. Haa, so I clawed my way through alone? That's why... I'm jealous of that girl."
Shemiri bounced harder. Each drop made her sideboobs sway massively.
"A guy like you selling his own dick to take care of her—huut, it's just...!"
"You said it yourself."
I slid my hands from her legs to lightly rub her ass from behind.
"You're hogging my dick right now—shouldn't that make you happy?"
"...Ah, w-wait...!"
Shemiri dropped her head.
"Haa, haa, uuung...."
She'd been riding my cock like a dildo, and now she hit her peak, breathing ragged.
"Seriously... still not cumming...? I, I tried pretty hard...."
"Creampie's paid."
"...Hmm, yeah? So how much we pricing it."
Still slurping my rock-hard cock, she reached for the stack of vouchers.
"Ten per orgasm...?"
"Wanna go bankrupt?"
"Uuhng, kidding. Hourly then... hn?"
"Oh shit."
Thud, thud. Footsteps approaching.
Late hour—past 10 PM—and a customer actually enters the restaurant.
"Um, excuse me—"
And that voice—I knew it.
"Oh shit."
Not Shin Yu-hee. If it were her, I'd be pissed for real—not awkwardly cornered like this.
"What, the girl you came in with?"
"That's why I'm saying—"
"Tch."
Squish.
"Wait, you—"
"This'll do."
Click. Shemiri killed the counter light, then draped a cloth over my head side. Upper body hidden, lower still her chair.
"Shh."
She grabbed my wrists, set them on her waist, and clenched her pussy.
"Wouldn't want her finding out, right?"
Sex is fine, though?
Whether she read my mind or didn't care, splash, splash—she sped up, splashing loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear, leaning her upper body toward the counter.
"A customer this late? Haa, what can I do for you?"