Title: Forcefully fucking my masochistic mail-order elf
Genre: Romantic slice of life
Tags: Detailed, erotic, rape, mindbreak, Interspecies, Size Difference, elf, dubcon
Writer: Marcel Proust
I finally convince her to at least get some panties on, since people come by and we have mail. It took so much work. Why do elves not find the butt pleasurable?" "An elf's pleasure comes from the hole for babies. It isn't really needed." She emerges from the bedroom in some panties. However, she seems to have spilled herself over the underwear. A noticeable damp mark was on her underwear, her thighs were glistening wet. "This is why I don't wear panties. My pussy is always so hot, anything I wear gets... messy." I can tell. She shuffles sexily as she walks, since she's continually being aroused as the fabric rubs against her crotch. "This fabric is nice against my buns. However, it makes me... tingly."
I say, "Then push the panties aside." "That will leak down my legs." I shove my cock into her. "Then we just need to plug the leak." "Aaaah! But I'm still dripping!" I fuck her hard and fast. "Ah, ah, ah! I can't handle it! This feels so amazing! Please, fill me up, I need it so badly!" Her eyes roll back, her mouth wide open, as I deposit a large amount of semen into her. As I pull my cock out, I cover her genitals with the panties again. "That's what they are for." She complains, "You made my pussy so messy..." but she leaves the panties on, her crotch still visibly leaking. She began wearing panties so they would get soaked, and it would tempt me. Oh well, at least I tried.
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I'm a programmer who works at home. My life orbits around my home, my grocery store, gym, and whatever I get delivered to me. It's a lonely life. Nothing really makes me socialize - the most on any day I get is when I briefly talk with the cashier on my weekly grocery trip, or check in at the gym. I'm fairly muscular, which I maintain to be effective at my job. One day, while browsing a porn site, I came across an ad for an "Elf delivery service". As far as I know, Elves aren't real, and how could they be delivered? Isn't human trafficking illegal? Well, no laws ever specifically stated elf trafficking was illegal, I suppose.
My curiosity growing, I see a drop-down. "What age would you like her to be?" I selected 18. A text box below said, "Please note: Elves develop 2.5 times as slowly as humans. For human age equivalency, please multiply your desired age by the same value." I quickly change her age to 45. That way, her elvish body looks 18. "For an additional fee, Elves can be taught proficiency in English." For $100? Sure. The final price is only $2,100? Wow. "Expect your order to arrive in a week." I know this is a scam, but hey, I can perform a chargeback when this inevitably doesn't deliver.
Imagine my surprise when I receive a huge box the following week. With air holes. I excitedly carry it in, and lay it on the couch. I open it, and she is tied up with rope in the fetal position, with a gag over her mouth. Her ears! That's an elf. Her long blonde hair seems almost white, and her breasts are small, though her entire form is pleasingly athletic. Easy to tell since she's basically naked.
With my order mail, a link to a place I could speak to a support agent was present. Curiosity overcame me. I asked, "How do you get these elves?" It responded, "They are prepared in our facilities according to the desired specification." "Why are you selling them?" "To please our clientele, with the fees necessary to maintain shipping infrastructure in various locales." "How did you get them in the first place?" "They lost." "Can they be disguised?" "As per standard for the human locale, they appear as human except to their purchaser." "Do elves get pregnant?" "Elves cannot be impregnated by humans, due to innate biological differences." I return to the box.
Elves can't get pregnant from humans, huh? Well, that means condoms will be unnecessary. It's also good that she will look human to anyone that isn't me. Saves a lot of potential trouble.
As I discover, she understood nothing about human society, whether wearing clothes (her prior life was spent wholly naked, and she finds clothing uncomfortable), social dynamics, food preparation, or television. This makes for many moments where I have to teach her things that seem obvious. Her English knowledge means she knows what things are called, but not much else.
One thing I didn't expect after fucking her was how horny she was. She seemed always to want more, she even starts tempting me into doing it, and groping me when she is horny. Her neediness morphs into lust, and she seems most at home when she's mounted upon me. She rubs her pussy on me, she presents herself by spreading her labia, she starts masturbating when she knows I'm looking.
I lament my prior relationships. The women I was with always complained about how I choked them during sex, until they saw stars. They thought I was too brutal in my pounding. But I'm a brutal man. I get pleasure out of utterly dominating, abusing the body I'm fucking. I love to conquer, to plunder, to stretch and take. Now, I have an elf who loves the abuse I give her.
My little elf is a masochist. She particularly loves being choked, and the spasms it causes in her pussy make it pleasurable for me too. I started by seeing how hard I can fuck her without her complaining, but all that happens is she moans louder. She heals quickly within a day, and finds the most pleasure from when I am slamming into her with my oversized cock. She cums hardest from when I have her in the most aggressive way. She enjoys the feeling of anticipation of when I will interrupt whatever she is doing with a brutal fucking.
I take her out of the box. Her eyes are wide with terror. I proceed to cut off her ropes, and ungag her. She raspily asks, "Water?" Why not. I hand her a glass, and have to refill it twice as she chugs it down. Finally, she adds, "Thank you. Food?" I prepare a big bowl of pasta for us both. Might need to go grocery shopping early now. After she stops wolfing it down, I ask her, "Where are you from, anyway?" She shivers. "A cell with a monitor. It taught me to speak English. I had this awful, tasteless food given to me. Water. Kept me alive, at least. I had a treadmill I'd run on all day, not much else to do. One day, the door opened. Gas entered my cell. The next thing I knew, I was at your doorstep. I was in there for so long. Felt so lonely. But to be here, to have all this happening to me, to have this incredible... pasta?" I said, "I'm going to the store to stock up. Is there anything you want?" "I'm going to be... alone? Please don't leave me alone."
Great. She's needy. Then again, she did spend 45 years in solitary confinement. Could be a lot worse. "It would only be a bit." She said, a trace of madness in her voice, "Your heat, your warmth, your smell... I don't ever want to be alone again. I can't bear it." She clung tightly to me. I felt a swell of affection in my heart. I stripped off my pants. Then, I grabbed her body, and place it on my lap. My erect cock rubbed against her slit. Her bare pussy is laid out in the open, trembling. She curiously asks, "What are you doing? It feels good down there." I said, "I'm going to make you feel very nice down there." She said, "Oh. Is that a penis?" "Yes." "It's so big." "You know, I have a hole down there. Do you think it will fit in there?" "With a little work." Her blush grew as I aligned the tip against her.