Taming the Dark Elf
"Chuu chuu chuu, come here."
"Grr!"
"Eek!"
It didn't work. Our house poodle back home would've been over the moon at a single "chuu chuu." But this one just kept sniffing around, so I figured maybe I had to command her myself. I called her over—and nearly got my dick bitten off.
"Yo yo yo, check out those eyes. What the hell?"
She looked ready to devour her owner whole! But I'm an orc with some pride. No way I'd lose to the dog I'm trying to raise. So I stared right back.
You've gotta press down hard on a dog's spirit like this, or it'll show aggression toward its master. I'd heard that somewhere... though I couldn't quite remember where. Sketchy as it felt, I reached out and lightly pressed my hand to the forehead of the poodle(?) in front of me to keep her from biting.
Lenaris shuddered at the mere touch of my hand on her body, but she barely held back—probably because she knew she needed food to survive.
"Alright, enough barking. Time to hear some human words—"
"Die, you filthy bastard."
"..."
Right back to dog talk. What was filthy about me? I bathed every day. Was it my body? My desires? My gaze? Whatever it was, it probably boiled down to me being an orc.
Truth be told, I hadn't even bought her. She was a gift. And a slave? Hardly—I'd just taken her in.
"You know hating on your owner is a bad thing, right, pup?"
"Whine!"
What was I expecting? Still, imagining walks with Lenaris in the future already had my cock swelling. On a sunny day, leash on, basking in warm sunlight as she pissed and... well, no shitting, so no need for bags. Bags of waste, that is.
All things considered, this dark elf was perfect as a house pet. Low food costs, no illnesses, a bit of shedding but housebroken for piss—what more could you want?
Yeah, this was just a brief ordeal for my healing therapy. Psyching myself up like that, I thrust my cock toward Lenaris.
"..."
Her eyes dripped suspicion, glaring like I was about to pull some stupid stunt. After a long moment, she parted her pretty lips and took my cock into her mouth.
"Hng?"
What now? Just like that?
"Lick it gently with your tongue, suck it like it's candy. No teeth."
The moment Lenaris put my cock in her mouth, she shook her head dizzily at the overwhelming male scent. Orcs exuded insane pheromones by nature, and since this was her first time (sexually) with one, she looked like she was struggling hard.
And it wasn't just any orc cock scent. Mine carried the combined aromas of all the bitches I owned—a total cocktail of lust.
"Guh... guh..."
Just having it in her mouth was torture, but for survival's sake, she sucked clumsily, clearly signaling her disgust and discomfort.
"No way! I won't budge on this."
"Guh..."
"I'm teaching you personally since it's your first time, but if you slack off later, I might bring Veronica."
She flinched! At the mention of Veronica again, Lenaris trembled and obediently took my cock back in her mouth without a word.
Still, her skills were utter garbage.
"Bare those tits and wrap them around my cock."
"?"
I figured she'd glare at a command like that, but exposing her chest didn't faze her anymore? She meekly pulled down the front of her tights, revealing her mouthwatering breasts, then hesitantly sandwiched my cock between them.
Veronica, Sylvia, Snow—their skin was different from this dark elf's somehow. Mine had a nice tactile feel, sure, but Lenaris's was so slick it felt like she'd slathered on oil. Like bark stripped smooth and then polished to a shine. Something like that.
"Now grab your tits and shake them slowly. Suck whatever sticks out with your mouth."
Paizuri usually involved lotion or lube poured on (to avoid chafing), but I was weirdly hooked on her glossy texture. Screw the friction—I wanted to feel raw skin. So I stayed still.
"Heek, heek, heek."
I had no idea what she was trying to say, but every time she pushed up with her tits, her tongue flicked out.
Was she saying 'cum'? She must've thought she was milking me good, but no chance. After rolling with otherworldly pros like Sylvia countless times, no rookie service was gonna make me blow.
As her tits jiggled once, the golden piercing on her pink nipple sparkled. Sylvia had pierced her in a fit of rage not long after she arrived. Seeing it glint constantly was definitely eye candy.
"Guh!"
Despite pulling every trick, no cum forthcoming—she threw a tantrum, begging for mercy (or maybe not).
"Hungry?"
"Heek heek heek!!"
Like she'd been waiting, she yanked her mouth off my cock in a flash, eyes sparkling as she looked up at me.
No surprise. Once a bitch tasted my cum inside her—even once—she'd crave it endlessly. Lenaris's mouth, throat, and guts were addicted to my seed right now.
"?!?!"
Look at her—even she was confused by the desperate words slipping out. An assassin who should be ice-cold, blurting her lust unwittingly. No wonder she panicked.
That made Veronica all the more impressive. Our first meeting, I'd creampied her deep. Her womb must've ached for my cum every time she saw me after, yet she'd endured on sheer willpower. Experience, huh?
Lenaris? Nah. She snorted defiantly, like this was just for survival, glaring at me and my cock.
But shake it teasingly in front of her... "...Woof!" Her eyes followed, wagging side to side. Poke it forward a bit... and she barked happily, lunging to engulf it.
"If you want dinner, work harder."
"Guh..."
Still, solid effort for a first-timer. Time for a fitting reward.
"Fetch your bowl."
"Woof woof woof!!"
No sooner said than done—Lenaris bolted to her cell, snatched the dog bowl labeled 'Lenaris' in her mouth, and raced back. The instant she set it down, thick white cum poured from my cock.
"Wait!"
"??"
She froze, mouth inches from the bowl, ready to devour her lifeline.
Snatch away after giving? Infuriating for a dog. But dangling tasty food right there and saying "wait"?
"Heek heek heek~"
Tongue flicking anxiously, she gazed up at me.
One minute. Exactly. No clock, so I'd count seconds myself. Internally ticking off 1, 2... I watched her expression shift by the moment.
Up to 5 seconds: Whatever.
17: Something's off.
31: Eyes darting between me and the bowl.
39: Nose buried, sniffing madly.
50: Pathetic upward pleading.
60...
"Eat."
"Woof slurrrrp!!"
Permission granted, she smashed her face into the bowl. Licking up the prison's sole food source—my cum—like mad.
One minute flies by. Blink, and it's gone.
But count it out yourself? Eternity.
Take boring math class versus epic home ed (sex ed). Which drags? Time's relative, warped by your mental state.
That's why, after just one measly minute, Lenaris had given me that desperate look.