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Lady in Waiting Ch. 01

By: Special777



Kira's heart pounded with nervous excitement as she stood at attention in the village square. She'd prepared as well as she could for this day, but now that it was here, she could only hope that she'd done well enough. The elves were here.

The only warning had been a shepherd's boy from one of the hills, who'd run into town ten minutes ago with the news of a column of white horses and silver-gilt carriages on the old west road. Growing up in the human-held wilderness, Kira had always been taught to fear elves. The elven kingdom was vast and powerful, ruled with magic that humans could not oppose. Humans had only two choices: find a sort of liberty in the dangerous wilds outside elven borders, or accept subjugation to... elven appetites.

Kira's parents had chosen freedom, and had taught their young daughter how to survive if the elves ever came. Like most of her fellow villagers, Kira had dark brown skin and black hair, but these were the only ways she was common. Rural life had made her athletic and trim, but had not toughened her skin or damaged her features. The young men of the village often admired Kira's firm breasts and thick bottom, her long and flowing hair, and her wide grey eyes.

None of that could be seen now, though. Kira had practiced for the elves since she had become a teenager and her parents had recognized her beauty. Now that she was 19, she'd become good at concealing herself. You couldn't hide from elves, but if you were clever and careful, you could trick them. That's why Kira wore her dumpiest clothes, an ugly rag over her head, and had smeared her face and arms with slimy mud. In ten minutes, Kira had transformed herself from a dusky beauty into - she hoped - the foulest young shepherdess in a hundred miles.

Now, standing stiffly in the square with all of her family and neighbors, she hoped it would be enough. Distant hoofbeats became a thunder, and then clattered to a halt just outside the village walls. The elves were here.

A dozen riders came into view through the main gate, followed by a carriage that practically glowed as the afternoon sunlight reflected off its silver decorations. More noise beyond the walls told Kira that there were many more elves waiting out of sight. A dozen was enough; for that matter, one would have been enough. There were stories about villages who'd attacked an elf.

The elves rode into the square, and settled down into formation around the carriage. Then the carriage door opened, and an elven woman stepped out into the square. She was tall and slim, with deep red hair and pale skin, and wore a white dress that seemed to shimmer in the light. The front of the dress was slit to her waist, revealing a generous cleavage and a stomach with no belly button. She walked to the petrified villagers and smiled gently.

"Good people, I come to your with glorious news," she said. "Our noble King and Queen have decreed that elvenkind shall expand its benevolent rule into the wild places beyond our borders. I am Lady Melia, and I have come to bring you into the comfort and security of elven society."

Kira could scarcely breath. She'd never believed that this could really happen.

Lady Melia continued, "I am here to survey my new holdings, and to meet some of my subjects. I know that you will have many adjustments to make - we elves approach the world much differently than you. I will do my best to make the change easy for you."

As she spoke, Lady Melia scanned the crowd, seeming to meet each person's eyes in turn. Kira had planned to avert her gaze from the elf, but as Melia reached her, Kira found that she could not look away. For just an instant, she met Melia's eyes... and suddenly felt numb. Her thoughts turned to jelly.

"You, young lady," Melia said suddenly, and beckoned to Kira with one delicate finger. Kira, without really knowing why, stumbled forward, pushing through the crowd. In a moment she was standing before the elf, who looked her up and down critically. Then Melia's eyes flashed silver, and the mud that was drying on Kira's skin seemed to slide off by magic. Literally by magic, Kira realized dimly.

Lady Melia smiled again, this time more fiercely. "Well done, lovely child," she murmured. "Given what you know of us, I am sure your precautions seemed reasonable."

Kira couldn't think. Her mind felt heavy and fogged, and there was a deep warmth building somewhere inside her. The elven noblewoman's voice echoed through her thoughts. "Take off those rags," Melia said. "Let me see you as you are."

Slowly, without a single word, Kira did as she'd been told. In moments she stood nude in the square. The villagers behind her stared, some in shock and some in frank lust. All of the town's men wanted Kira, and none had ever seen her so exposed. Kira felt no embarrassment. She just waited.

Lady Melia exhaled slowly and walked up to Kira. She reached out and cupped one of the girl's dark breasts; it just overflowed her delicate hand. Melia tweaked the nipple and her smile broadened as Kira let out an involuntary moan.

Still holding Kira's breast, Melia slid her other hand up Kira's smooth thigh and gently rested her palm against the girl's mound. Melia's hand was instantly covered in Kira's juices; the girl was wet. Melia gently pressed up and back, and Kira moaned more loudly, legs quivering. Melia slipped one finger into Kira's hole and found what she'd expected.

"A virgin," Lady Melia said with satisfaction. "I truly... appreciate humans. Your sensibilities are simply charming."

Kira couldn't respond. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing short and sharp, and her mind full of fog and... something else. There was a slow warm place between her legs that didn't seem to correspond to her body. She stood as straight as she could, naked before everyone she knew, and waited for the next command.

Lady Melia, still with her finger just inside the young village girl, looked past Kira's shoulder at the shocked town. "You have pleased me already, good people," she said, raising her voice so that all could hear. "I assure you, the work of your people has not been in vain. This girl shall come with me. She now belongs to Their Majesties as a lady in waiting."

With that, Melia pulled back Kira's head and bent down to kiss her. As their lips met, Kira felt the warmth between her legs become an inferno. The heat burned away the fog in her mind... and then it burned away her thoughts, and her sight, and the world turned to brilliant darkness.

Lady in Waiting Ch. 02



Kira awoke slowly, in darkness. She lay curled up on something that felt soft against her bare skin. She realized that she was naked; after another moment, she realized that she didn't care that she was naked. Then her memories came flooding back... and she was amazed to find that she wasn't upset about those, either.

"Good evening, Kira," said a woman's voice with a lilting accent. "Do open your eyes. I know you're awake."

The elven woman... Lady Melia, Kira remembered. She'd know that voice for the rest of her life. Still, she saw no reason not to obey. She blinked a few times and then glanced around the room. She was lying in a fetal position on a bench made of some kind of dark fabric that was softer than anything Kira had ever touched. The room was small, cramped, and lit by a fist-sized gem embedded in the low ceiling which glowed with soft light. The only furniture was two benches facing each other, each extending out from the wall with just a few feet of floor between them.

Lady Melia sat on the bench opposite Kira, studying the girl with apparent pleasure. Kira knew she should be afraid of the elf, but like embarrassment, the fear didn't come.

"Sit up, child," Melia said. "I am sure you have questions. Ask them - I know you are not afraid. I will give you true answers."

"What..." Kira's voice rasped, and she cleared her throat. "My mind... something is... different. Did you do something to me?"

"Yes," Lady Melia responded simply. "For a short time, I have suppressed some of your fight-or-flight reflex. As well as some of your inhibitions. Not entirely, but enough to keep you from acting too rashly. It's often necessary with wild humans; it helps you adapt more quickly."

"Adapt to what?" Kira asked. Everything was a little dreamy, but not as bewilderingly numb as back in the village. "What's happening?"

Lady Melia smiled. "I have chosen you as a gift for Their Majesties, Kira. It is a great honor for a human - few are ever deemed worthy to serve the Immortal Throne with their bodies."

"I don't understand," Kira said.

Melia leaned back against the wall. "What do you know of my people, Kira? Be honest - I promise not to take offense."

"I..." Kira blushed, deeply enough to be visible against her dark skin. "Well, elves conquer humans, right? You... enslave us. And... use us. For work, and for, uh, breeding."

Melia nodded slowly. "And we are cruel about it, of course - I can hear that in your voice." She sighed. "Few humans understand our ways, even inside the kingdom. I'm hardly surprised you have so much to unlearn. Sit up, sweet child, and look at me."

Kira did, and kept blushing. Melia's white dress had turned into a shimmering cloudy material. It was in the same style, slit in front to show off heavy breasts and a perfectly smooth stomach with no belly button, but now everything beneath could be seen hazily through the translucent fabric. The dress was utterly indecent, and Kira was amazed that anyone would wear such a lewd garment. Kira's own nakedness seemed like nothing, but Melia's dress was somehow worse.

The lady smiled encouragingly. "Do look at me, Kira. I am lovely, and I am not ashamed. In time, you will be just as comfortable with your own body without my help."

"What do you want with me?" Kira whispered.

Instead of answering, Lady Melia stood and moved onto the bench next to Kira. Without knowing why, Kira shifted herself toward Melia and leaned against her, shoulder to shoulder. Melia wrapped her arm around Kira and pulled her closer, and Kira's breath caught as Melia reached down to her breasts again.

"I am taking you to the capital to be a lady in waiting," Melia said gently as she caressed Kira's firm breasts. "Beautiful humans are prized at court, and one with your grace and talent is a worthy gift for the King and Queen."

"What..." Kira gasped as the unfamiliar pleasure surged from her breasts again. "What do I have to do?"

"This," Melia said, and once again reached down between Kira's legs. This time her fingers rested against Kira's clit, and she started gently tapping the hood. Kira twitched and started to gasp. "You see," Melia murmured, "it is not such a terrible life." 

Kira spasmed and moaned out as Melia went on. "Sexuality is part of all beings, Kira. Humans are so ashamed of it, hiding it from each other and from God. We elves know better. Sex is one of God's gifts, and it should be exulted."

The tapping gave way to rubbing, Melia's finger drawing slow circles over Kira's clitoris. The girl's legs were thrashing now as she squirmed under the elven woman's touch. At last, just as Kira felt she would melt under this amazing sensation, Melia leaned over and bit firmly down on Kira's nipple. The sudden jolt of sensation pushed Kira over the edge, and she screamed out in ecstasy as her entire body flooded with pleasure. Her arms and legs flailed wildly for a moment, then went rigid as another wave of pleasure rushed through her. When that finally subsided, all Kira could do was lean into Lady Melia, feeling exhausted and content.

Melia slowly released Kira and sat back with a hungry light in her eyes. "I'm sure you've never felt that before, Kira. That was called an 'orgasm,' or 'coming,' and it will be your reward for faithful service."

Then she pulled the skirt of her dress aside, revealing perfect pale legs and a neatly trimmed bush. She wore nothing under the dress. "Now, Kira, it's time for you to repay my kindness. You should get a taste of your duties."

Kira, still in a euphoric daze, raised her hand to touch the elf. Melia took her wrist and gently pushed it away. "No, dear. I said a taste. Put your head between my legs and lick me."

Kira, startled and confused, didn't move. Melia smiled again and grabbed Kira's hair in her fist. She pulled gently, and the girl followed, sliding onto the floor and positioning her face in front of Melia's pussy. "Use your tongue, Kira," Melia whispered. "Lick me."

After just a moment's hesitation, Kira obeyed. She pressed her tongue against the place that Melia had touched on Kira's body, and was rewarded with a throaty laugh from the elf. "Good girl - you learn quickly. More!"

Kira kept eating Melia, and found herself enjoying the flavor of the elven woman's juices. They were sweet and slightly musky, almost like honey. Melia's hands brushed over Kira's scalp, stroking her hair.

"It is natural that humans serve elves, Kira," Melia said between moans. "Elves are immortal, and beautiful, and - ah! - magical. Elves were chosen by God to, mm, to be the first of creation."

Kira, with her mouth full of elven sweetness and her mind full of elven lust, couldn't disagree. She worked her tongue against Lady Melia's clit, relishing the sticky juices. She grew bolder and moved her face down, pressing her tongue into Melia's opening and her nose against the clit. At that, Melia's hand tightened in her hair again, and she brought her legs up to wrap under Kira's head.

Kira couldn't breathe now - her face was sealed tightly against Melia's pussy - but her tongue kept moving as if by reflex. She could feel heat building in her own pussy and welcomed the pleasure. This was right, she thought, and the words seemed to engrave themselves in her mind. The heat redoubled, and Kira moaned hungrily into the noblewoman.

That moan sent Melia over the edge. She tensed, and her grip on Kira's hair tightened. Then she bucked her hips against Kira's face and screamed at the top of her lungs in primal passion. Kira felt herself growing faint from lack of air, but never stopped moving her tongue inside Melia's pussy. At last, just as Kira's vision started to turn grey, Melia relaxed and released her. Kira fell over backward onto the floor, utterly exhausted.

"Mmmmm," Lady Melia purred. "You are perfect, little Kira. I knew it. Their Majesties will be pleased with you."

Kira said nothing. Her life was dissolving around her. This morning, she had been a free woman, supporting her family and village; now she was a slave to the elves, in some strange place with no friends. And some part of her insisted that this way was better.

Lady Melia stayed where she was, legs open, dress pulled away. She seemed disinclined to move. After a moment, Kira pulled herself onto the opposite bench. "Where are we?" she asked belatedly.

"In my coach," Melia replied, lazy satisfaction in her tone. "I was conducting a tour of my new holdings, looking for an appropriately local thank-you present for Their Majesties. Now that I have one, we are returning to court."

"We're... moving?" Kira asked. This place seemed so stable that she'd assumed it was a building.

"Certainly," Melia said. "You can't tell, of course - a little magic in the suspension is worthwhile to avoid a bumpy ride."

Magic again. It was easy to believe that God loved elves best with that in their corner. Kira felt a tide of weariness pressing against her, but resisted - she had to know more. "How far to the capital?"

Melia seemed amused at the questions. "About two weeks, depending on the weather."

"Will..." Kira hesitated. "Will I be allowed to see my family again?"

"That depends on you," Melia said softly. "If you are a very good lady in waiting, you will be allowed certain privileges. Visits might be among them. But for that to happen, you must serve your masters well. I think you can do that, Kira - do you?"

"Yes, milady," Kira said at once.

Melia laughed. "You say that now, with my spells in your mind. It will not be so easy, Kira. You have learned some very bad habits from humans, like chastity and monogamy and sexual shame. You grew up thinking that you were equal to everyone around you. You will have to unlearn all of these things and accept your place in creation."

Kira thought about it. Lady Melia was right about all of that... but it didn't matter. Kira told herself that her family was a good enough reason to submit. She wanted to see her parents, her brothers and sisters, her cousins - all of them were suddenly dearer to her than ever before. But somewhere inside, she knew that was an excuse. The incredible pleasure of the Lady's touches had changed something in Kira. Woken up something that had been asleep all her life, waiting for the right moment.

"Yes, milady," Kira repeated, her voice firm and conscious of the words. "I can do it."

"Good girl." Lady Melia's voice was warm and approving, and Kira felt another flutter of sensation between her legs. "Remember this promise. I will present you to the Throne in two weeks' time. We have a great deal of work to make you ready."



Lady in Waiting Ch. 03



Kira slept naked in the carriage, quite comfortable despite the lack of blankets. More magic, she supposed; no matter what she wore, or how vigorously she exerted herself, the carriage's interior always kept a pleasant temperature.

The same couldn't be said outside. Lady Melia woke her to take her outside to pee, and the cool predawn air felt like razors after the comfort of the coach. They had ridden through the night, Kira realized, but the riders and horses around her all seemed fresh enough. They had rejoined the rest of the elven column, and Kira was startled to see their sheer numbers. It was at least as many as her entire village, perhaps more.

Kira started to walk toward some bushes, but Lady Melia's hand tightened on her arm, and she stopped. "You wanted me to relieve myself," she said. "I thought..."

Lady Melia shook her head. "I do, but not there. You will use that latrine." She pointed to a shallow pit that had been dug beside the road ahead of the column.

"I... don't understand," Kira said. For some reason, even though she had no trouble being naked around all of these soldiers, she felt nervous about peeing in front of them.

"You don't need to understand," Melia said coolly. "Just obey."

Kira flinched, but thought back to the previous night. Her family, her family... and the "orgasm," she thought. Obedience. Yes.

Squaring her shoulders, she walked past the watching soldiers and squatted over the pit. She thought she might pass out from shame; she was certain they were all looking directly at her. Kira gritted her teeth, then forced herself to relax and pee into the hole.

When she was done, she wiped herself off as her checks burned with humiliation. She started to walk back toward Lady Melia, but the elven noble raised her hand and called out.

"Spread your legs, Kira, and stand with your hands beneath your breasts. Hold them out so that everyone can see."

This, at least, wasn't so bad. Kira did as she was instructed. There were at least thirty soldiers standing there, and all had fastened their eyes on her. Kira felt warm liquid spreading down her leg, and realized that it wasn't urine - it was her own aroused juices.

"Touch yourself," Melia said. "Like I touched you last night. Show them what you look like in ecstasy."

Kira did as she was told. Her nipples, already erect from the cold, were agonizingly sensitive. The one Melia had bitten was sore, but the pain was all the more exciting. Standing with her legs splayed wide, one hand on her breasts and the other on her pussy, Kira rubbed herself until she began to pant and gasp.

The soldiers began removing their helmets, and she could see lust and interest on their faces. All of them were elves, and all were beautiful - men and women, with lovely hair and sparkling eyes and flawless faces. A soft murmur went up, and more soldiers pressed forward in the column to see the show.

As the audience grew, so did Kira's pleasure. She found that she enjoyed all of the eyes on her. Waves of ecstasy pulsed through her body, faster and faster, and she felt that same shuddering in her core as last night. An orgasm - she was coming!

"Stop!" Lady Melia called. Some reflex made Kira do it, even as her body trembled with need. She panted and squirmed, and almost cried as she felt the pleasure recede.

The crowd of soldiers parted, and Lady Melia stepped through. "Coming is your reward for pleasing me, little Kira. You may never orgasm without permission, or you will be severely punished."

"Yes, milady," Kira moaned.

Lady Melia took Kira's limp hand and led her back through the throng. At the door of the carriage, she turned to the soldiers. "We will stop for one hour for breakfast and relaxation. I am sure you all are pent up by now, but we will be safest once we are back within elven lands. I will not risk Their Majesties' gift by dallying in the wilds longer than necessary. When we reach the border, I promise you all one day's liberty."

Smiles and silvery laughs broke out at her words, and the soldiers cheerfully returned to their formation. Melia helped Kira into the carriage, and a few moments later a human girl arrived with a covered tray. She was pretty, with short red hair and freckles.

"Breakfast," Melia said. "Eat well, Kira."

The food was sweet, wholesome, and excellent. It came with a thick, bitter tea that Kira immediately set aside. Kira and Melia finished the tray quickly, not speaking. After a few minutes, Kira said, "That was very strange, milady."

Melia nodded without surprise. "Your reaction, you mean."

"I..." Kira trailed off. "I felt ashamed of... relieving myself. In front of everyone. But not of touching myself. I even talk about them differently!"

"As I said last night, I have removed some of your inhibitions for the time being," Melia said. "Not all. You will grow accustomed to certain things more easily this way. I've trained wild humans for service before; this way is best."

"How does it work?" Kira asked.

Lady Melia laughed. "Magic. I could have a long conversation with another elf about how it works, my dear, but a human simply could not understand it. How would you describe sight to a blind person?"

Kira thought about that. "Could you just... change me with magic?"

Melia smiled thinly. "I could. But I won't."

"Umm," Kira said. "I think I'm grateful for that... but why?"

Lady Melia sighed. "Two reasons. First, you are a gift for the Throne, and for more than your physical beauty. What I've seen in your mind tells me that you will be an ideal lady in waiting in your own right, once training is complete. Such potential should not be squandered through brute force."

She sipped her tea, apparently enjoying the nasty stuff. "Second, I prefer that my servants have intact minds. Using magic to alter a mind that way has... consequences. Something is lost, I feel. Some of my countrymen disagree, of course, and I wish them joy in their preferences. But as long as you are in my charge, Kira, I intend to leave your will as your own."

Lady Melia smiled suddenly. "I also intend to be honest and open with you. I wish you to trust me, Kira. I am your friend, as well as your teacher in the ways of civilization."

Kira nodded, but felt a flash of rebellion. Friends, she thought, didn't enslave each other. Friends were equals.

Melia's smile deepened as Kira thought that, and Kira flinched. How far did elven magic go? Could Melia read her mind?

Melia stood up abruptly. "Come with me, Kira. You should see something."



Lady in Waiting Ch. 04



Lady Melia led Kira out of the wagon again. This time, Kira was ready for the cold air, though she couldn't help shivering. Melia walked her back through the lines of ready soldiers, and Kira could see that about half of them were sitting on folding chairs toward the back of the column. They were taking breakfast in shifts.

As they drew closer to the breakfasting soldiers, Kira heard a series of fleshy thuds. The chairs had been set up in a large circle, perhaps twenty feet across. The sounds came from within the circle. In another moment, they got close enough to see what was happening inside.

Kira had seen sex before; her parents had conceived six children in their small house, and besides, a farmer's child always knows the basic mechanics. But that was reproduction. This was... something else.

Four human women, including the freckled redhead who'd brought breakfast, were pressed on all sides by the elven soldiers. The redhead was on all fours; a female soldier had removed her own pants and was grinding her pussy against the redhead's face, while a male soldier vigorously plowed the redhead's anus. The servant whimpered into the female soldier's cunt, which only excited the man into ever-deeper thrusts into her ass.

The other women were all in variations of the same position - lying on their fronts or backs on top of one soldier, with others behind and in front of them. Each was completely filled with elven cocks, pussy and ass, and either had a cock down their throats or a pussy in their faces. As Kira watched, another man slid underneath the redhead to fill her cunt as well.

Kira started out of her fascinated reverie when Lady Melia spoke. "We cannot tarry here long, as I said before," Melia said. "These soldiers must tend to their needs quickly. The camp servants have plenty of experience with this situation - it is often so on the frontier."

The woman using the redhead's mouth moaned loudly and clenched her thighs. Fluid spurted from her cunt, covering the redhead's face with girlcum, and the soldier lay back for a moment. Then she stood up, put her pants back on, and returned to formation with a smile on her face. A male soldier started forward, but Lady Melia called out, "Hold for a moment, Corporal." He stopped and then stepped back.

Melia turned to look at Kira. "Would you like to cum today, Kira?"

Kira's heart leapt. Her pussy was a-tingle again, and the frustration of her earlier denial was hot in her mind. "Oh, yes, milady!"

"That servant's mouth is available," Lady Melia said. "You are allowed to orgasm from her, if you wish."

"But..." Kira faltered. Somehow, it was different with a human woman, in a way that cut through even her magic-aided desire. "She's a human, milady."

"You will pleasure and be pleasured by other humans, as well as elves," Lady Melia said sternly. "It is part of your duties."

Still, Kira hesitated. It was almost a betrayal of her race to do this. That woman was a slave - Kira couldn't participate in her degradation.

Lady Melia smiled. "Do as you wish, of course. I did promise to leave you to your own will. But you will not be permitted to cum by any other means than her mouth today."

The agony of her aborted orgasm half an hour before burned through Kira's mind. She couldn't deal with that again. She wondered if her judgment was being affected by Lady Melia's magic, but then decided that she didn't care. Casting aside her reluctance, she entered the circle.

The orgy halted for a moment as the elves saw her, men and women alike gravitating toward Kira's beauty. One man reached out as if to touch her, but then looked at Lady Melia and lowered his arm.

The redheaded servant was whimpering into the shoulder of the man below her. The two elves fucking her had found a rhythm that synchronized their thrusts, and the sensation was evidently overwhelming. Kira stared for a moment, and then softly cleared her throat.

The human woman raised her head. Kira had thought that she was crying, but instead, her expression was glazed and her lips were parted in lust. Suddenly Kira understood - the servant's shaking hadn't been sobs, but orgasms! She was getting off on this treatment!

The elf's girlcum was thick and sticky on the redhead's mouth. Impulsively, Kira bent down and started licking it off. It was warm and honey-sweet, just like Lady Melia's. The servant shuddered again and gasped, opening her lips and sticking her tongue out to meet Kira's. The two women kissed like that for a minute, and the soldier in the redhead's ass cheered encouragingly.

After a bit, the servant pulled her head back. She dropped her mouth wide open and lolled out her tongue. The invitation was plain, even to inexperienced Kira. She stood up, spread her legs, and moved her pussy directly onto the redhead's waiting tongue.

In seconds, Kira was gasping. She knew immediately that she'd made the right choice. This girl wasn't just willing, she was eager - an eagerness Kira promptly vowed to emulate herself. Long, slow licks punctuated rapid flicks against Kira's clit, and within moments she was gushing more sticky juice onto the redhead's well-smeared lips.

The elves fucking the girl evidently weren't enough to throw her off her stride. She was experienced with this sort of game, and adjusted her body to keep her mouth on Kira's pussy while still riding their thrusts. She moaned each time her pussy and ass were filled again, sending lovely vibrations through her lips into Kira's throbbing clit.

Releasing her last inhibitions, Kira reached down with both hands and grabbed the redhead's short hair in her fingers, jamming her mouth into pussy. Time seemed to stop as Kira looked down at the submissive human girl, face between her legs, eyes wide and adoring. Kira's dark skin slid up and down the redhead's pale, freckled face as she ground her clit against the girl's features. Then Kira slowed, positioned her clit above the girl's mouth, and pulled her head in even tighter.

"Please..." she whispered.

The redheaded servant met Kira's eyes, then began to rhythmically stroke Kira's clit with her tongue. Kira came with a wordless cry. The sight was too much for either of the elves, who both grunted loudly and bucked their hips hard into the servant girl. The redhead's eyes widened as both of them filled her completely with their cum.

Kira staggered back, almost losing her balance as her muscles contorted in orgasm. The sensation was indescribable, even better than when Lady Melia had fingered her in the coach. The servant, her mouth free, collapsed onto the elf beneath her and started screaming curses as her own orgasm took her.

Kira lost track of time for a little while. When she next lifted her head, she and the servant women were alone in the circle of folding chairs. The soldiers had packed up their chairs, compressing them into ridiculously tiny sacks, and were evidently preparing to resume their ride. Of the humans, Kira was the only one who was clean; the others were coated all over in cum, mostly on their faces and dripping from wide-open holes. Kira was amazed to see them standing up on their own; she felt like she needed a nap, and she'd only come once!

Someone put a hand on Kira's shoulder, and she turned to see Lady Melia standing over her. "See the benefits of uninhibited sexuality, Kira," the noblewoman said. "Look around. Everyone here is happy and laughing; everyone is returning to their duties with high spirits."

Kira nodded. "I see it, milady." The servants were indeed chatting to each other with apparent happiness, laughing and joking as they cleaned up. The soldiers, still showing no apparent fatigue, took up a song in a high, lyrical language that Kira didn't understand.

"This is what God wants for all of us," Lady Melia continued softly. "Men and women can only know peace when they understand their place in creation. Elves, humans, any race you please - we all must know our place."

It had been the same in the village, Kira suddenly realized. Every member of the community had contributed in their own way, and everyone had been valued for it. Only those who placed themselves outside the village's society had ever suffered for long.

"It's... it's about belonging," Kira replied. "When you know how you fit into the world, you can make sure to stay where you fit. And when you fit right, you're happy with life."

Lady Melia met Kira's eyes and nodded gently. "Just so. You do learn quickly, little Kira. I am pleased."

Kira warmed at the praise. She was growing very fond of Lady Melia. The elven noble did seem to care about Kira's happiness, in her own way, and she'd introduced Kira to such tremendous pleasure in the past day. Perhaps Kira could fit with this new life and find her happiness again.

Lady Melia grasped Kira's arm and helped her to her feet. Kira stumbled back to the carriage with her help, and within minutes the column was back on the road to the elven capital.



Lady in Waiting Ch. 05



The following three days were a vague blur for Kira. She slept long and often, although she rarely felt any fatigue. The sheer strangeness of her circumstances seemed to wear her out. When she wasn't asleep, her primary occupation was watching the landscape.

The low, rolling plains of her village gave way to large hills and trees. A chance glimpse of a crossroad sign on the third day told Kira that they had already passed the most distant human town she'd ever heard of. The town was nearly a week from her village by horse... or at least, by human horse. Kira had known that the white elfsteeds were magnificent animals, but no horse she knew could travel so quickly or with so little rest. If she'd come this far in just three days, how much farther to the elven capital? The sheer distance was frightening – or at least, a bit worrisome. The world was still wrapped in a dreamy fog that seemed to dampen Kira's fear.

That fog, Kira felt increasingly sure, was Lady Melia's doing. A side effect of her magic – or maybe a deliberate choice, for all Kira knew. It wasn't unpleasant or disorienting; it simply made everything a little unreal, a little distant. At times, Kira felt as though someone else had taken control of her actions, and she was just observing behind her eyes.

Mostly, of course, she was observing the countryside. There was little to do in the carriage. Lady Melia occupied much of her time with some sort of weird elven exercise. Early on the first day, she had taken a pale green crystal from a box beneath the bench seat. She'd calmly ordered Kira not to talk unless something urgent came up, and then closed her eyes as if to sleep. For most of their days, Lady Melia sat silent and apparently unaware, but the stone glowed faintly in her hands.

The rest of the time, Kira continued her training. That was much more pleasant, on the whole, and a great deal of her landscape viewing time was spent in blissful remembrance of Lady Melia's touch. Kira pleasured the Lady several times each day, with hands and mouth and worshipful eyes. She remembered the lovely sight of that redheaded servant's green eyes gazing up at her from her own mound, the excitement in the woman's willing submission, and tried to reflect the same feelings herself.

Lady Melia returned Kira's attentions, though with a very different attitude. Kira was always required to pleasure the fire-haired noblewoman from submissive postures, mostly on her knees in the aisle between seats. For her part, Lady Melia insisted on contorting Kira's body to her own convenience. Once, she ordered Kira to bend over in front of her. Melia stayed sitting, while Kira stood in the aisle, splayed her legs open, and bent at the waist until her hands were on the floor. Only then did Melia lean forward and set her tongue to work in Kira's pussy. When Kira tried to adjust her posture, the Lady sharply ordered her to stay where she was.

Maintaining that posture was hard, but the worst was Kira's unbearable horniness. True to her word, Lady Melia did not allow Kira to cum again on that first day; nor the second, nor the third. Each day, repeatedly, she worked Kira to a fever pitch of arousal and then denied her.

The lessons involved more than just pleasure. Lady Melia taught Kira the anatomy of sex between women – terminology, technique, and even philosophy. "Any exposed skin is an erogenous zone," Melia said firmly, and went on to reduce Kira to a trembling pre-orgasmic wreck without ever touching her breasts or pussy. There were no taboos; Kira learned about anal sex on her first day, first from observing the soldiers' orgy, then from Lady Melia's soft tongue and gentle fingers.

Only one act was forbidden: penetrating Kira's own vagina. Lady Melia was firm about this. "Your virginity is part of the gift," she said sternly. "We elves have no care for it among our own kind, but we do not have a maidenhead. The virginity of a female human is a sexual delicacy. The unique pain of deflowerment is a rite of passage for you, Kira, and taking you through that rite will be Their Majesties' prerogative."

"You won't take me yourself?" Kira asked plaintively. She felt she could trust the Lady's compassion, but having her maidenhood passed off to some stranger seemed fearful, even if it was a King.

Melia shook her head. "I am favored at court, little Kira, but not so greatly as that." She smiled, though.

During this time, Kira only left the coach to bathe and relieve herself. At each evening break, the servants set up a small metal tub near the carriage door and filled it with warm water. Lady Melia insisted on cleanliness, and Kira was just as happy to comply as ever. The Lady also gave her a packet of small cloths made from a strange fragile fabric; she discarded these in the latrine. The first morning's humiliating public exposure was repeated each time. No matter when Lady Melia stopped the column for her, Kira was forced to piss and defecate in front of a crowd of laughing soldiers.

The shame never seemed to diminish, but Kira also found herself gradually less reluctant to suffer it. She had to go, and she couldn't seem to arrange it any other way. She wasn't required to repeat her masturbation display every time, but at least once per day, Lady Melia ordered her to perform some sort of sexual act in front of a crowd after she'd finished at the latrine.

Not just a crowd of soldiers, either. Though Kira never heard a word about it, some of the human servants were there for each subsequent display. They didn't cheer like the soldiers – mostly, they moaned and grunted as soldiers took the opportunity to mount them. Kira suspected Lady Melia's hand in their presence from the way that they always watched her, even through the hardest pounding, and from the fact that nobody came to use their mouths (and thereby block their views). The little redhead servant was always there, too, and Kira almost violated her prohibition against orgasm the first time those green eyes meet hers from the crowd.

Mealtimes were also an opportunity for sexual exposure. Kira suspected that Lady Melia planned some of her training around the camp schedule, for they were interrupted no less than four times by servants bearing food. Each time, Lady Melia would stop the servant for short conversations while blithely continuing to toy with Kira. They never again joined the soldier's relaxation time during meals, though Kira could occasionally hear screams of pain or pleasure during their twice-daily rest stops.

At all other times, the column was moving. The servants must have ridden in one of the other carriages, for they were never at less than a trot, day or night. There was only a single unplanned halt; a rider interrupted Lady Melia's meditations on the second day, and whispered something to her that Kira didn't understand. The Lady only nodded, ordered Kira to stay where she was, and then left the coach. She was gone for an hour, during which time nothing happened except for a great crash somewhere off in the distance. When she returned, Lady Melia looked as serene as ever, but Kira noticed that three riderless white horses carrying large sacks had joined them in the center of the column.

Lady Melia woke Kira on the fourth morning with a firm kiss and a slap on the dark girl's generous ass. "We've reached the border," she said. "Get up, Kira."

Kira stirred sleepily – the bench made a very comfortable bed in the motionless coach. "What happens now?" she asked.

"Bureaucracy," Melia sighed. "The prices of empire: blood, sweat, and ink." She sounded as if she were quoting an aphorism.

"You're claiming me as property," Kira said quietly.

Lady Melia nodded. "As my property, for now." She reached out and touched Kira's face. "I have been good to you, have I not? There will be words on paper, my dear, but only lawyers and quartermasters truly care for such details. We nobility prefer to approach our relationships with mutual respect and appreciation."

Kira said nothing. She tried hard to remember "her place," but found her thoughts returning to her distant childhood of long ago last week. Humans kept no slaves; humans were the oppressed, not the oppressors. The priest had always said that God most loved the weak, and surely humans were weak.

But if God loves us, why do we suffer? she thought. Lady Melia's philosophy included the constant refrain that God had ordained a hierarchy, with elves at the summit. At the moment, submission to that hierarchy seemed a surer path to happiness than any amount of freedom.

Kira blinked away her ruminations and stood to leave the carriage. Lady Melia opened the door, and Kira shivered violently as a blast of cold wind blew inside. She still had not been given clothes, but between the warmth of autumn on the plains and the enchantment on the coach, she'd scarcely needed any. But as she stepped outside, she could see that they'd left the plains behind. Towering mountains stood in the near distance and the road continued up through a pass. Great hills rose up on either side of Kira, while an unbroken wall of smooth stone lay directly ahead. Kira realized that the wall spanned the entire gap between the hills, and wondered how they could possibly continue.

Lady Melia led Kira on foot to the base of the wall, then raised her hand. Her eyes flashed with a sudden silver fire, and a great slab of stone wavered like mist and vanished to reveal a tall arch-shaped passage. Without a word or backward glance, the Lady led Kira into the wall. They walked in silence for fifty feet, blinded by sunlight streaming through the far end. Kira only looked back once, near the exit, to find that the entrance had closed behind them, as if it had never been.



Lady in Waiting Ch. 06



Several hours later, bureaucracy had happened. The blue-clad elf in the gatehouse office had measured, prodded, and interrogated Kira. In the end, apparently frustrated by his inability to find a problem, the officer had waved Lady Melia away. Surprisingly, she had left without comment. The officer jotted down a few more notes, then came over to Kira and pressed his hand against her left cheek. The skin beneath his hand blazed with sudden heat, and Kira stumbled back with a gasp. The officer gave her an irritated look and turned away.

Lady Melia returned, as if on cue, and led Kira away into the street. The town around them was larger than anything Kira had ever seen, and she hurried to keep pace, certain she would lose her way if the Lady lost track of her. Hesitantly, Kira reached up to touch her still-warm cheek, terrified to feel the burn but compelled to check... and shuddered as she touched cool, unmarred skin.

"Milady Melia, what did he just do?" she asked timidly. She pushed to keep up, trying to ignore the cold seeping through her feet from the bare flagstones.

"Nothing to worry you, child," the Lady said absently. "A mark, showing that you are with me and under my protection."

"Oh." That sounded promising. Or... maybe not. The strangeness of the last few days, the newness and excitement... the pleasure... everything was jumbled in Kira's mind. She shook her head, tossing her hair in front of her eyes. Move on, live life. Accept happiness.

"Where are we going now, milady?" she asked in a lighter tone.

"To obtain lodgings," Melia replied. "It is still early, but we need to wait here until tomorrow. The company needs to recuperate after that long push."

"They don't seem tired," Kira said. "They're always singing and laughing."

"It's more complicated than that," Melia said, her voice even. She turned sharply, before Kira could reply, and opened a door into one of the buildings. Kira followed obediently, shivering in the chill.

The entrance was a long narrow corridor, which opened onto an expansive room packed with tables, chairs, and benches. The place seemed to eschew straight lines entirely; the outside had looked square enough, but every wall seemed to flow into the ceiling, and every corner was a gentle curve instead of a right angle. The place seemed large enough to hold most of Lady Melia's soldiers, but only a few people were present, clustered at tables near the dark-wood bar at the opposite end of the room.

Lady Melia gently caressed Kira's buttocks, as if in reassurance, then took her hand and led her to the bar. As they crossed the floor, Kira realized that the people at those tables were all human, a mix of men and women in grimy work clothes. They'd looked up when the door open, and they stared unabashedly as Kira moved toward them through the well-lit common room.

Kira felt a twinge of embarrassment at the attention. Perhaps naked women weren't a common sight around here. Or perhaps it was her dark skin; the elves were universally pale and fair, and even the humans she'd met had light complexions. But regardless, this was nothing to worry about. Kira had spent the last several days without any sort of clothing in front of at least a hundred total strangers; a few more would scarcely make a difference.

Just as Lady Melia reached the bar, a silverhaired elf man stepped around a corner and bowed slightly to her. After a moment's hesitation, the bow deepened sharply, and the man rose with a welcoming smile. He half-sang something in that flowing language Kira had heard a few times before. She assumed it must be an elvish tongue.

"One night, Sir Haeven," lady Melia replied in Kira's language. "The largest bed you have - I've been weeks in a carriage, and weeks yet to come."

Haeven seemed nonplussed, but recovered quickly. "You are in luck - two hunting parties left only this morning. Your Ladyship shall have my finest room."

Lady Melia closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. "Wonderful. I had not expected to find any of the comforts of the capital in this howling wilderness, Haeven. Your showers and servants are beyond gratifying."

The elf smiled and ducked his head in another abbreviated bow. His hair, Kira realized with fascination, was actually silver - the light from a nearby lantern shone and reflected from it. "Your Ladyship is too kind," he said. Then he turned his head to Kira, acknowledging her for the first time, and scanned her deliberately from head to foot. "God has favored your hunt, milady," he murmured.

Lady Melia smiled broadly. "Kira," she said without turning, "please clasp your hands above your head and turn slowly in place."

Kira blinked, but did as she was told. The posture arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward and her buttocks behind. She heard a sharp whistle from behind her, and when her turn brought her gaze upon the nearby humans, she saw them grinning and nudging each other. One man rolled his eyes and turned away, but several of the others began whispering loudly to each other and pointing. Kira fought back her embarrassment again and managed to keep composure, but it was hard.

Worse, Kira realized suddenly, an old problem had recurred. She'd lost track of her desire in the cold and the customs interrogation, but Lady Melia had spent three full days tormenting her to the brink of orgasm. Now, in a warm room and a suddenly sexual atmosphere, that desire had returned. As she met those human stares, Kira felt that now-familiar warmth growing in her loins.

When she completed her turn, Kira felt vaguely gratified at Haeven's appreciative leer. The elf met her eyes for a moment, and she trembled as his blue-eyed gaze seemed to pierce her mind. Haeven's lips curled up again, and there was a slow heat in his tone as he spoke. "A lovely prize, indeed. May I sample her, milady?"

Kira twitched in surprise, but couldn't bring herself to break the gaze.

There was a long moment of silence, then Lady Melia's foot tapped twice on the floor. She sang out a long phrase in Elvish, and Haeven responded in the same manner. After another moment, Kira felt a hand in her hair. Lady Melia pressed her palm against the back of Kira's skull, hair gripped softly between her fingers. Kira just managed to restrain a gasp; Lady Melia's grip gave her total control over Kira's head, and the restraint made her even hotter.

"Kira," Lady Melia asked softly, "have you ever sucked a man?"

The question released a tide of embarrassment that threatened to wash Kira away. She tried to turn her eyes away from Haeven's, but Lady Melia's fingers tightened, and the sharp pain in her scalp forced Kira to keep her head where it was. Kira knew she was blushing hard enough to be visible even through her dark skin, but there was nothing she could do.

"No, milady," she lied breathlessly.

Lady Melia's other hand darted out and grabbed Kira's left nipple. There was a sharp twisting sensation, and then Kira nearly doubled over in sudden agony. She cried out and staggered, but Lady Melia's grip on her hair wouldn't let her fall. Kira flailed in pain until she could recover her balance.

"Look back at Sir Haeven, Kira," Lady Melia said pleasantly. Flinching slightly, Kira obeyed. The elf man's smile had taken on an edge of hunger and amusement. "There are consequences for speaking falsehoods," Melia continued in that same pleasant tone. "You must never say anything untrue, Kira. There will be consequences later. For now, tell me the truth: have you ever sucked a man?"

Kira stared into Haeven's blue eyes, feeling embarrassment deepen to shame, but the pain and desire drove her to speak. "O...once, milady. Arnen, one of the... the men... in my village."

"Describe it for Sir Haeven," Melia said dispassionately.

Kira still stumbled, but her words seemed to pick up momentum as she continued. It was getting easier, despite the intimacy of Haeven's gaze. "We... Arnen was sweet with me, for... he liked me," she said lamely. "Last year, he was on a hunt that found a small herd of buffalo in a dead-end canyon. It stocked our cellars for the winter in a single day. We... there was a huge celebration. We kissed..."

She blushed deeper. Haeven's eyes still bored into hers. "He took me to a shed. He... asked me to put it in my mouth. I did."

Lady Melia laughed. "Was it good, Kira?"

"I don't... I liked the kissing better, I think," Kira said self-consciously. "His stuff... his cum tasted weird."

"Did you swallow it?" Melia asked.

"I... no, milady. I spat it out. Arnen... didn't seem to care."

Lady Melia shifted to stand directly behind Kira, and then pulled down with the hand in Kira's hair. The pressure was gentle but inexorable, and Kira felt her knees buckle. She slid to the floor. As she dropped, Lady Melia tilted her head back, keeping her eyes on Haeven's.

"Sir Haeven has agreed to be a gracious host for you, Kira," Lady Melia told her. "You will thank him by letting him use your mouth for pleasure."

Kira gulped around a suddenly dry throat, but nodded convulsively. Her knees already ached on the wooden floorboards, but she felt too petrified to move. A slow, warm trickle dripped down her thighs.

Haeven unbuttoned the fly of his pants and pulled out his cock. He took a half-step forward, eyes never leaving Kira's, until the tip was a bare inch from her face.

"Open your mouth," Melia instructed quietly. "Pull your lips back over your teeth - you must never let your teeth touch a cock. The tip is something like a woman's clitoris. Lick it like I've trained you."

Kira leaned in, somehow relishing the pull on her scalp as Lady Melia retained her grip on Kira's hair, and gingerly brushed her tongue over Haeven's head. After a few slow licks, each of which elicited excited twitches, she grew more confident and engulfed his head with her lips. It tasted a little sweet, which helped - Arnen's had been sweaty and dank.

Chairs scraped on the floor behind them, but Kira was too occupied to turn and look. She sucked and slurped at Haeven's cock, emboldened by his satisfied grunts. The ache in her knees was gone; all of her attention was on the cock in her mouth and the burning in her pussy.

Footfalls sounded nearby, and Kira almost turned away, but Lady Melia chose that moment to press forward on Kira's head. Haeven slid deeper into her mouth, his head now pressed against the back of her throat. Then Lady Melia pulled back, and Kira slid away, only to be pushed forward again. Melia was literally fucking Haeven with Kira's mouth. Kira felt like she was an object they were toying with; somehow, that only intensified her desire, and she let out an involuntary moan around the elf's dick.

After a few moments of this, Lady Melia finally released Kira, and Kira somehow knew that she was expected to continue the motion on her own. She did so, bobbing her head back and forth, starting to gag slightly as Haeven pushed further back in her throat. She persisted, though, and was reward a moment later by a gentle touch. Lady Melia brushed one hand all over Kira's back, then around to cup her breasts. She never lingered in any one spot, but traced a pattern of slow, soft touches everywhere. Periodically she would brush against Kira's nipples or clit or pussy, and then Kira shuddered and groaned, but she always moved on.

Kira's need boiled up to consume her, and she practically attacked Haeven, thrusting her face forward onto his shaft and licking frantically each time she pulled back. She dared to look up again, meeting the elf's blue eyes, and he moaned appreciatively as he looked down at the dusky girl worshipping his cock.

That, in the end, was all it took. Haeven's hands darted out to grab both sides of Kira's head, and he thrust forward, spearing his cock all the way to the back of her mouth. The tip slipped into her throat, and Kira started to gag seriously, but she was immediately distracted as Lady Melia's fingers found her clit again and started tapping a fast rhythm against the hood.

Her own pleasure rose toward the breaking point when Haeven pulled slightly back and started bucking his hips and grunting loudly. A warm, sweet liquid flooded into Kira's mouth, and she gasped - well, gurgled around her suddenly full mouth. Lady Melia wrapped her hand in Kira's hair again and tilted her head all the way back.

"Swallow it," Lady Melia ordered firmly. Kira's eyes rolled with sudden panic, but she did as told. It was thick, but not unpleasant, and had a taste like smooth honey.

With her head angled up this way, she could see more of her surroundings. The grubby humans who'd whistled at her had clustered around, and were staring at the scene in silence. One of the women had a hand down her pants, with the other wrapped around a man's cock. After all she'd just done, Kira couldn't even work up her earlier feelings of humiliation at their stares. She finished gulping down Haeven's cum and felt a strange bliss wash over her, calm and joyous.

Haeven stepped back and said something else in Elvish, a laugh in his voice, but Lady Melia didn't respond. She stood over Kira, saying nothing, and then bent down to kiss the dark-skinned slave girl. Kira practically melted at this sign of approval. She kissed back enthusiastically, tongue dancing. When Melia drew away, Kira felt only contentment. She had done well.

Lady Melia watched Kira for another moment, then looked away. "You men," she said, pointing at the three human men who'd clustered around Kira. "Come over here."

The men jumped, but after a worried look at each other, they all stepped forward. The women faded back.

"Continue touching yourselves," Melia told them. "I want you to come on this girl's face."

Kira, still wrapped in peaceful joy, thought this sounded reasonable. She turned without standing until she was kneeling before the three men. Melia touched her back softly, pushing it into an arc that displayed her breasts and pulled her face back. Melia kept a hand on Kira's scalp, softly stroking her hair.

The men wanked eagerly, apparently enjoying Kira's submissive beauty. It was less than a minute before the first moaned out, leaned forward, and blasted cum onto Kira's face and neck. She flinched at the force of the impact and closed her eyes. Warm goo splattered all over her. Then another man erupted, and then the third, each adding another layer of warm stickiness. The stuff smelled odd, salty and slightly rank - not nearly as pleasant as elfcum. But Kira felt her pussy flare with excitement anyway.

By some miracle, none of those blasts had covered her eyes. Kira opened them carefully, and saw the men grinning in front of her.

"Thank them for using you, Kira," Lady Melia said.

Kira smiled. The sensation felt distant beneath her calm bliss. "Thank you for using me," she said languidly. Then, without being prompted, she turned to Haeven. "Thank you for using me, Sir Haeven," she whispered.

Melia pulled Kira upright. She said something in Elvish, and Haeven gestured down a hallway behind the bar. Lady Melia started walking that way as if nothing had happened in this room. Kira, still nude, cum dripping off her face, followed after a moment.