I’d seldom seen Cordelia nervous. There was an air about the Dark Elf that exuded unmistakable authority, even when she wasn't being particularly assertive. It made her presence imposing and, at times, a bit intimidating.
So to see Cordelia so flustered, teetering on the edge of terror, was disconcerting to say the least. Streaks of beading sweat rolled along the ridge of her brow, honeyed skin clammy with baited anticipation. “Human, you are not to make eye contact with my mother. Not for a single second.” Her words were a hushed whisper, breath tickling my ear as we stood before the doorway of a rather modest Tudor-style home.
“I’m not worried, Delia.“ I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, though in truth I shared a portion of her anxiety. Meeting the parents was a big step, and learning that Cordelia’s mother had poisoned her father during a relatively tame lover’s quarrel certainly added a level of unease. Still, it wouldn’t do Cordelia any good if I appeared just as apprehensive as she was.
The Dark Elf swallowed thickly, expression pinched with doubt as she eyed me dubiously. A sharp rap of her knuckles against the wooden door prompted me to straighten my posture. The sound of shuffling feet could be heard from within the house, followed by muffled curses that grew steadily louder until the door swung open to reveal a diminutive woman with a shockingly youthful appearance.
Cordelia favored her mother greatly. They shared the same curvaceous physique, the same heart-shaped face, the same round nose. The only noticeable difference between them was their height, and their hair color: while Cordelia wore hers long and silky smooth, her mother opted for a short pixie cut that accentuated the angles of her jawline.
A slow grin stretched across the Dark Elf matriarch's mouth, eyes twinkling with mischief as she looked me over from head to toe. Her gaze lingered briefly on our interlocked hands, which earned me a snort of amusement.
“Ah, here he is!” A surprising lack of venom from a woman so renowned for such wicked deeds. Her tone held a musical lilt, voice raspy like sandpaper as she extended her arms in greeting. Cordelia stiffened beside me, her grip tightening painfully around my fingers. I paid little mind to the ache, knowing that her discomfort far outweighed my own.
“Mother, this is—“
“Oh please, girl, do you think me daft? Of course I know who he is. Word travels to me quite fast, especially when it concerns you. Though, I must say…you've caught yourself quite the fine specimen, haven’t you?” Where was the biting tone? The bitter insults surrounding my frail mortality and Cordelia’s contradicting perfection? Cordelia’s mother had yet to even insult me with her daughters trademark ‘human’.
Her eyes smoldered like white-hot coals, yet there was no anger, only the slight tilt of a smile. “I am Aurelia, a pleasure to finally meet you, young man. I hope Cordelia has been treating you well. She can be quite the handful sometimes, but I trust she knows better than to mistreat her possessions.” Ah, there it was, if only a hint.
“Come inside, come! Make yourself comfortable! Cordelia never calls and we have so much to discuss!”
Aurelia had turned to show us the foyer when I saw it, the prototype from which Cordelia’s absolutely boggling booty had derived. The resemblance was uncanny, two perfectly plump globes straining against the fabric of Aurelia's leggings. The Dark Elf matron was packing some serious junk in her trunk.
Cordelia elbowed me sharply in the ribs, lips pursed into a disapproving frown as she glared at me. I couldn’t help myself, really. My girlfriend had the most beautiful ass I had ever seen. How could I not gawk when faced with its eerily similar counterpart?
We were led into a sitting room decorated with ornate furnishings and diaphanous tapestries of spider silk. Cordelia urged me towards a sofa upholstered in velvet, taking care to sit as close as possible. While I didn’t believe Aurelia to be dangerous, Cordelia obviously harbored a healthy amount of fear. The customs and traditions of Dark Elves in their natural habitat were foreign to me, thus I deferred to Cordelia in matters of her people.
Aurelia joined us shortly after, bearing a tray of herbal tea and sweet breads. She took the chair adjacent to the sofa, crossing one leg daintily over the other as she reclined back comfortably. With nimble fingers she plucked a pastry from the plate, nibbling at the corner in a way reminiscent of a mouse. “See, Cordelia, it isn’t poisoned.” Aurelia smirked, arching a finely shaped brow.
Cordelia scoffed, scowl deepening as she reached forward to take a cup of tea. Her hand trembled as she lifted the rim to her lips, features paling visibly as she forced herself to swallow the first sip. Aurelia chuckled, shaking her head in blatant exasperation.
I cleared my throat, hoping to dispel the mounting tension. “You have a lovely home.”
Aurelia flashed a row of pearlescent teeth, “You flatter me. This abode pales in comparison to the caverns of Kral’Shalem. The Underdark truly is a sight to behold, and while your world is not without its amenities, I reminisce of a simpler time spent beneath the mountains. Mating was simpler, too.”
I coughed mid-swallow, eyes bulging as Aurelia winked brazenly at me. Cordelia groaned, burying her face against my shoulder as she set aside her teacup. Aurelia laughed, the sound akin to a purr.
She continued, seemingly undeterred by her daughter's obvious mortification. “Oh hush, girl, you don’t think me daft? Why else would you bring such a morsel? She wishes to breed with you, boy, and not whatever nonsense she feeds you topside. Dark Elf females do not settle for human lovers simply for the sake of lovemaking. We are not like those simpering half-breeds who seek companionship beyond our kind. You will give Cordelia strong offspring, won’t you? Or does she need to force your compliance? I taught her how to properly milk a male, should she require assistance."
I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. Aurelia spoke candidly, blunt and unabashed in her assessment of the situation. It was clear where Cordelia received her confidence, and why the Dark Elf matron garnered such a notorious reputation.
Cordelia hissed something in her native tongue, earning her a reprimand from her mother in return. “As such, I’ll be the one to decide your worth.” There was no hesitation, no preamble, as Aurelia hoisted herself onto her knees. Cordelia squeaked, averting her eyes as her mother approached me with purpose.
Aurelia settled atop my lap, straddling my waist as she draped both arms around my neck. Her chest pressed flush against mine, ample bosom straining against the fabric of her tunic as she leaned closer still. Our faces were mere inches apart, her warm breath fanning over my cheeks as she tilted her chin to brush our mouths together.
Cordelia’s usually smoldering temper had been reduced to a sputtering flicker, her cheeks stained a brilliant shade of red as she peeked through parted fingers to watch the exchange. I hadn’t moved since Aurelia claimed my lap, hands poised awkwardly in the air as I struggled to process the brashness of it all. As bewildering as the situation may have been to an outsider, I vaguely understood the display from my time with Delia. Dark Elves were a matriarchal people, ruled by the whims of their women. Cordelia had explained that a prospective mate must be deemed worthy by her mother, otherwise they would be denied approval to continue courting.
And Aurelia seemed intent on putting me through the ringer.
Her kiss was surprisingly gentle, the tip of her tongue tracing the seam of my mouth. I allowed her entrance, stifling a groan as she flicked her tongue teasingly against my palate. Aurelia tasted faintly of sage and chamomile, the flavor of the herbal tea lingering on her lips as she pulled away with a soft hum. “Suitable.”
“Is that all?” I stammered, a strand of saliva connecting our mouths as Aurelia grinned wolfishly down at me.
“Of course not, but we aren’t animals.”
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Credit where it was due, Dark Elves were excellent interior decorators. Tapestries of gossamer spider silk and polished gemstones adorned the walls, complimented by sconces carved from obsidian to provide ambient lighting. There was a prominent four-post bed positioned against the wall, covered in lush furs and feathered pillows. A vanity sat opposite the bed, cluttered with various cosmetics and perfumes. Aurelia owned more lotions and balms than I cared to count.
“Perfect, nice and snug.” Aurelia pulled at a taught braid of webbing, satisfied with her handiwork. I lay across the bed, stripped naked and bound to the posts by strands of sticky silk. My wrists and ankles were secured firmly in place, spread eagle as Aurelia loomed above me to admire her work. Cordelia sulked near the foot of the bed, having resigned herself to the examination.
I tugged at the restraints, wincing as the fibers pulled rigid against my skin. There would be no escape until Aurelia chose to release me. A fact I reminded myself of once more as Aurelia peeled off her unassuming t-shirt to expose a pair of full breasts. She was remarkably fit for someone who appeared to be in their early thirties, abdominal muscles flexing beneath smooth caramel skin as she crawled onto the mattress.
Cordelia mumbled something under her breath, prompting Aurelia to glance over her shoulder with a roll of her eyes.
“He’ll be fine. Won’t you, darling?” Aurelia purred, cupping my cheek in one hand. Her touch was surprisingly tender, nails grazing lightly against my jawline as she lowered herself to press another kiss to my lips. I returned the gesture, grunting softly as she sucked teasingly at the swell of my bottom lip. Aurelia chuckled, the sound husky as she drew back to study my flushed complexion.
“My daughter is quite fond of you, boy. If you are strong, there will be something left for her once I’m finished.” There was an undertone of possessiveness in Aurelia’s words, a subtle warning as she dipped lower to pepper my neck with wet kisses. She mouthed at the junction where my shoulder met the crook of my throat, nipping sharply at the sensitive flesh until a bruise blossomed beneath her ministrations.
Aurelia spared a momentary glance towards her daughter, smirking impishly as Cordelia scowled darkly at her. The matriarch repositioned, wagging her wagon precariously above my face. “Cordelia, I hope your slave has been properly instructed in the ways of breath control.” It was bootyful, flabberassting, the prototype from which Cordelia derived her assets. Two perfect globes straining against the leggings that hugged Aurelia's hips, bouncing enticingly as she shifted atop me.
Cordelia nodded tersely, folding both arms across her chest. This was the hierarchy of things, as I’d come to learn, and while a part of me pleaded for the abrasive daughter to come to her senses, another felt well at ease in the care of the mother. Aurelia had experience, wisdom, a confidence that Cordelia often lacked when confronted by her people. I trusted Delia implicitly, but I couldn't deny that Aurelia possessed a certain allure that her daughter could not yet replicate.
Dark Elves were dominant creatures, prone to fits of jealousy and rage when provoked. I'd experienced Cordelia's wrath firsthand, endured the sting of her whip and the crack of her palm across my backside. It was exhilarating, an exciting game that kept things fresh in the face of me dominating her outright with sugary treats; I suspected that Aurelia preferred a rougher approach to mating, judging from the mischievous glint in her eyes as she regarded me.
Aurelia peeled down her leggings, inch by agonizing inch, exposing more caramel skin to my eager gaze. She discarded the garment off the side of the bed, turning to present Cordelia with an unobstructed view of her backside. Aurelia's ass rivaled Cordelia's in size and shape, two perfectly plump moons jiggling obscenely as she swayed her hips from side to side. It lacked the grotesqueness of an ass too abundantly oversized for the female human anatomy, impossibly plump yet not uncannily so. There was cellulite, yes, but so finely distributed that it almost seemed regal. Aurelia’s booty was both etheric and corporeal, too pure for the eyes of a mortal man. Were it not for my exposure to Delia’s own auspicious ass, I’d have died of ass-tonishment.
“I hope he isn’t fragile. For my sake, of course.”