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Can't Keep a Good Elf Down

By: PslyderFTA



First and foremost, my apologies for the first version. New writer, little nervous. Here's a more finished product, enjoy! 

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Waking up somewhat on the early side, grumbling with frustration, and with the taste of several different flavors of alcohol on the tongue was never a good way to start off the day. After a strong cup of coffee and a very long hot shower, Pslyder left a note for PJ on the door to her room and headed off to the salon, deciding a walk might do him some good. Work some of the kinks of last night's fist-fighting tournament out and such.

He arrived at the salon where he was starting his first day as a masseur in relatively short order, and noticed Kaja Adair, his boss, just getting ready to lock up. "Hoi, Kaj'," he mumbled with just a hint of frustration in his voice, "leavin' already?" 

"Yeah," she said, noting said his frustration but too busy to comment on it, "Tic's still sore'n such, so I'm gonna take tha day off ta take care of 'im. I left a note fer Alicia an' you, but if yer already here, I guess you c'n take a few clients t'day. Up ta y'all." Ticallion Carter was Kaja's fiancé, and Alicia Mulland was her aide de camp in terms of making women feel better about how they looked. Her talents with hair-styling were rapidly becoming legendary.

Muttering something bordering on an apology while on her way out the door, Pslyder watched Kaja ride off on her bike, and then went inside to prepare for whatever clients might happen to come his way. He made a couple of phone calls to acquire more furniture for his studio, and was just about ready to wait for customers o arrive when the door swung slowly open. 

Hearing a female voice call out, "Anybody here?" with some concern, made him believe the opportunity to meet Alicia would be happening sooner than he'd thought. 

Psly knew that Alicia was a huge fan of his from all the televised tournaments and such, and went along with Kaja's plan to shock the living hell out of her by working here at Bella Sera's Salon. He wondered just how shocked she would be. Hearing footsteps, he guessed he wouldn't have to wait long to find out. 

Psly chuckled softly under his breath, and changed his voice slightly to reply. "Yeah, 'm here." 

"That you, Tommy? The worrying tone was becoming increasingly evident in her voice. "Where's Kaja? What's going on?" Looking around the waiting room, Alicia started to search for something, anything to possibly defend herself with. Things were looking pretty strange: Kaja's bike wasn't in its usual parking space and it wasn't like her to leave the door unlocked like that. What the hell was going on.

When Psly slowly walked out of his office, dressed in his 'uniform', white tank top, tight blue jeans, soft boots, and hair down, he struggled manfully to reply to the stunned female in standing in the waiting room, holding what appeared to be a bottle of ...wine. It took a lot for him not to laugh at Alicia, who looked, now she'd given him the once over, like she was going to faint. How could anyone lose it just by looking at him. And what was with the bottle she was clutching like a club?

"She's gone home ta take care'a Tical," he said trying hard to hold in the emerging grin. "He's still a might sore after tha tournament las' night. Looks like it's just you'n me, chica." His southern roots were evident in his speech, but his pointed ears spoke volumes about his heritage.

While Psly was a study in male eye candy, standing a good 6'5" tall with even skin tone, long black hair, and piercing eyes just this side of sky blue. Alicia was a complete contrast: 5'4," maybe 100 lbs., chocolate brown hair and smoky gray eyes, which were quick to take in everything around her. 

"Tom...? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed. "You're not Tommy! You're . . .you're . . .AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

Wincing somewhat from the assault on his ears, he took up a lean against the wall. "Y'know. . .yer gon' go hoarse screamin' like thaht. . .Yes, Ah'm 'Tommy'. Part'a mah middle name, y'scan? Kaj' thought it'd be a right fun joke. Ah'm tha new masseur here." he said with a wry smirk. 

Pslyder: a.k.a. Frederick Thomas Alexander. Former enforcer and bodyguard, with several cybernetic enhancements, that although mainly intended for combat, were serving a much more relaxing purpose here in this world he'd found himself working in. 

"Oh. . .my. . .GOD!!!! No way! No way in hell! YOU'RE working HERE????"

Chuckling softly, he said, "Yup. Ah guess ya ain't heard yet 'bout tha 'company employee benefit program.'..."

"OhmygodohmygodohmyGOD!!!"

With an exasperated sigh, he slid a chair over to her. "Spirits, toots, cop'a squat before you pass out or somethin'. . .You're actin' like Ah'm some kind of big shot or somethin'. . .makin' me nervous. . ." Psly couldn't help but smile at that: him as Mr Bigshot, a guy who could stun women into silence..

With Alicia slumped down into the seat, eyes wide and staring. Psly noted, even for a half-fairy, that wasn't healthy, and to cap it all off, she was starting to hyperventilate. Taking the bottle she'd been holding, he stepped over to the mini-fridge, asking her if a glass of wine would help settle her Somewhat. Taking her lack of response as an affirmative and the evidence of several similar cold bottles, he poured her a large glass of Chardonnay. He actually had to place it into her hand; she appeared to be still in that much shock.

"Here. Drink. Be calm. Ah don' bite...much." 

After another chuckle at his last comment, Psly went back into his studio, so that Alicia could recuperate And relax. Hoping that some time alone would give her a chance to become accustomed to his presence. It was clear that he flustered her...a lot. He didn't want to be impressed by that, or become big -headed, but it felt good to know that he could make a girl speechless. Okay, he conceded to himself, so maybe he was big -headed and that being the case, was it really a bad thing. Whistling to himself, he got down to work.

"Ok, get a grip, girl. Yes, he's working here. You're working here. You get to stare at that ass all.. .gah..." It had taken Alicia about ten minutes and frequent gulps of the wine Psly had poured her, before she felt coherent enough and steady enough to stand. Shakily, she got herself another glass of wine, gulping that down too, certain that the alcohol was helping her calm down. 

What didn't help her stress levels, was reading the note she'd just found whilst walking back to her chair. Kaja's cheery note stating the new masseur had started, and if it wasn't busy, employees got free massages. That set off a whole new level of giddiness, and Touch of tingling to boot. 

"I've gotta be dreaming," she muttered absentmindedly to herself. I could hang up the 'Closed' sign and let him rub me down all damn day. . .there is no way on earth I'm this lucky. Ok, get a grip, damnit! I don't NEED to think of him running those hands, oils, shirtless, eep!" 

She was glad that he had left the room, it was clear that being in the same room, did things to her mind and her libido. In fact, if she were honest, it didn't take being in his presence to make her fantasize like mad about Psly. Having met him was enough: she now had ample material to get her imagination going. Knowing that he was in the next room was sending her over the edge.

Even half-fairies needed release sometimes, and she dashed to the bathroom just for that purpose. Thoughts of what he'd do during a massage and being that close to her had her biting her jacket as she slipped her hand underneath her skirt, and down to her clit, rubbing away that itch furiously. It only took her a couple of minutes, but she had to fight to keep from screaming; damn, he was good. Her head was still spinning minutes after her orgasm. Alicia wondered if he was this good in her fantasies, what would it be like if they really got it on. 

Meanwhile, Psly was simply setting up for the day, making sure he had plenty of oil bottles in the warmer, towels in the steamer, and incense stocked and ready to go. A quick check over his inventory and a couple of phone calls to suppliers ensured he wouldn't be running out any time soon. He stepped out onto the porch to smoke a cigarette, and try desperately not to think about some of the women he hadn't been able to hook up with due to the tournament. 

Alicia carefully made her way out of the bathroom, keeping a hand on the wall to hold herself steady, and noticed him standing on the porch, cigarette in hand, looking off into the distance. Quickly hiding around the corner of her studio, she peeked out to take in the full view. Her eyes traveled from his boots all they way up to that hair, not wanting to blink for fear of it being a dream and she'd wake up. 

She felt that tingle start up again, and thought "Oh god... please let this not be a dream...and please don't let him think I'm weird for spending the day in the bathroom...." Without thinking too much about it, her hand had trailed down again, and she let out a soft whimper as she watched him, her fingers sliding in and out of her hole with unsurprising ease.

Dragging on his cigarette, Psly sighed "Today's gonna be slow, Ah'm guessin'..." Blowing out a plume of smoke, he thought about how to kill some time. Eventually settling on eating; eating was always good. 

"Ah think Ah'll order some pizza or somethin' to that effect," he decided aloud, trying to fill the silence of what looked like being a long, long day.

Before a quick call to the local pizza joint, he called out to Alicia to find out what she wanted on hers.

"Eep! Anything's fine! Oh god..." she murmured the last as she shrank back into her studio, hoping he didn't see what she was doing to herself, but unable to stop. She was sooooo close again; her fingers circling her clit as she kneaded her small breasts with her free hand.

"A'ight, two meat lovers an' a veggie. Pier 24. Cash. Thanks, chummer." Having a phone in one's arm definitely had its advantages. He finished his cigarette and quietly walked back to his studio. 

He paused before opening his door, eyebrows quirked, upon hearing little moans of pleasure from her studio. Laughing quietly he closed the door behind himself. Alicia had the right idea- they weren't busy after all - and it had a lot more merit than food. He wouldn't mind being 'relaxed' too, however, knowing that the pizza would soon be arriving, he settled for turning on an ambient CD. He couldn't help but notice how much he was compromising.

"Oooooohhh God..." Alicia shuddered, coming back down slowly in uneven breaths. Hearing the music, she almost choked on an involuntary "Oh shit." Had he heard her? She'd been pretty vocal and the music wasn't that loud. 

Checking her appearance over quickly in the mirror, she hoped it would be possible to hide what a mess she felt like. Her shirt was quite crumpled where she'd been clutching it, and she was downright soaked with sweat, and in one place, with fluids that had nothing to do with sweat....

"Oh fuck!" She groaned. "He's gonna see this! He's gonna think I'm nuts or something!" 

She snuck into the bathroom again to try and get cleaned up. A few splashes of water over her face had her feeling a little less flushed, but there was no real way to hide the arousal. She sighed, and made her way back to the waiting room, taking a seat behind the desk, and tried desperately not to think about the elf in the back room...with the muscles...and the ass...and the hair. 

Psly came out to pay for the pizza, observing her sitting at the desk in reception, staring off into space, half a bottle of wine in front of her. Smiling to himself, he guessed she needed a little help with her relaxation. He wondered if she'd be open to options other than alcohol; it would sure solve some of his own problems. Softly chuckling at the thought, he went outside and waited the few minutes it would take for the delivery boy to arrive. 

After paying, with a hefty tip to ensure rapid service in the future, he brought the pizzas back inside, setting the veggie one in front of her. 

He got himself a beer from the fridge, and sat in one of the other chairs, chuckling as he saw her still sat motionless, apart from her eyes slowly blinking blankly at the pizza box. Popping the top on the bottle and grabbing a slice, he said "Better eat b'fore it gets cold...cold pizza's only good fer breakfast, y'know."

It took Alicia just a little while to realize Pslyder was talking to her. Distractedly, she took a slice out of the box, frowning at the olives, and picking them off before taking a bite. 

As she chewed mechanically, random thought ran through her mind. 'He works here. He's sitting right over there. He bought me pizza. He's looking at me. He's looking at me! He's talking to me! ' 

Realizing she hadn't replied to his comment, Alicia looked up, finally giving him the eye contact she dreaded. Maybe it was too soon: her mind went completely blank, leaving her desperate to think of anything to say. Freezing totally, all she could cleverly utter was "Huh?"

"Ah said, Ah'm jus' a reg'lar fella, y'know. Normal guy. Ah gots mah faults'n stuff, jus' like ev'rybody else. Put mah pants on one leg at a time, jus' like ev'rybody else,. . .when Ah wear 'em. . ." the last mumbled under his breath with a grin. 

He looked her over with an appraising glance: short, but not bad and good hair. Nice body. . .must be a little chilly over there, 'cause she was about to poke holes in that shirt of hers. . .nothing too big, nothing too small. . .everything in just about the right proportions.

Finishing the pizzas, and working their way through some small talk and wine, Alicia gradually started to relax Slightly and laugh at some of his jokes. She really started to giggle when she looked at the tabloids he set in front of her. 

She'd finished the bottle of wine and had just started on another, when he excused himself to go to the restroom. Sipping on the Chardonnay, Alicia couldn't help but check out his ass as he walked down the hall. 'Buns of perfection', she mused admiringly.

Whether or not it was the wine, she didn't know, but a mischievous grin illuminated her face as she flipped over the 'Closed' sign on her way to Psly's studio.

Hiding nervously? behind the privacy screen, she knew it had to be the wine. Normally she wouldn't go to such lengths: creeping silently, hiding even, to try and jump a guy. Who was she kidding, she admitted to herself. She hadn't drunk enough to quench her thirst, let alone get stupid drunk. Alicia had to acknowledge that Pslyder wasn't just any guy. 

Drying off his hands, Psly looked himself over in the mirror, thinking that he really needed to have someone in here, or preferably horizontal, so he could just concentrate and stop thinking about missed opportunities and body parts with minds of their own. 

Contemplating the fickleness of fate, he left the restroom and walked down the hallway into the waiting room. Not seeing Alicia anywhere, he grinned, thinking she must have had the same idea as him; she'd had a lot of wine after all. Lunch had been good and getting to know Alicia was great, but what the hell was he going to do all day if they didn't get any customers.

Listening to the sounds of him clearing away their meal and his occasional laugh, Alicia knew she had only a few minutes. On hearing the lighter, she knew it was now or never. 

Quickly using his absence as an opportunity, she stripped off her clothes and lay on the table, pulling a towel over her torso murmuring to herself "I can't believe I'm doing this." Awaiting his arrival, she only hoped that Pslyder would fall in with her plans. 

About halfway through the cigarette, he noticed the 'Closed' sign. Seeing that, his increasing boredom began to gradually change into a hopeful assumption. He quickly stubbed out the cig and stepped back inside. 

"Alicia? You a'ight?"

Another stifled giggle and her voice playfully called out, "Lock the door, will you? And come in here and fill me in on this employee benefit thing you were talking about!"

Psly briefly wondered what Kaja would think but it was her rule and he was a stickler for rules worth following. Anticipating a pleasant interlude, he closed the door behind him, locking it, his smile growing increasingly wider as images played in his mind. 

Alicia was a big girl, and could make her own decisions, by gum. Anyway, it wasn't as if there were any customers, and they had already been open a while today. He didn't think anyone would be out on a cold day like this. He hadn't had enough advertising yet. Which was perhaps just as well, seeing as the thing in his pants needed several uninterrupted hours alone with Alicia.

He stepped into his studio and saw her on the table. 

"Well, looks like ya already got tha basic idea there, chica. . ." 

He grinned again as she smiled provocatively. Lighting some incense and candles, he drew the shades closed and grabbed a bottle of warm oil. He pulled the towel back, folding it over her hips, exposing her entire back and just a hint of ass cleavage, then chuckled softly as she wriggled her ass. 

"Relax, chica. Ah ain't gonna bite you." 

He poured some oil onto his hands and rubbed them together, then began to gently massage her shoulders, noting how pale her skin looked in the subdued light of the candles. 

Once again, he was glad he'd had the foresight to have those "relaxation aids" installed in his fingertips. There wasn't a female alive he couldn't reduce to butter with ten vibrating fingers at his disposal. Variable speed control didn't hurt either. And oh, the tricks he could play.

Alicia shivered slightly, coming to grips with the reality that this wasn't a dream. Finally, she began to relax as he worked the oil into her shoulders and her neck. She sighed as he found some old tension and a whole lot of new knots she'd worked up just from this morning. 

Then he started the pulsing on the knots, and she just opened her eyes, gripping the table slightly. Every damn pulse just seemed to travel right to that spot, and the tingling in her crotch was coming back with a vengeance. He moved down to her lower back, and that just made it even stronger. 

She gasped a little, and he paused. "Relax," he said quietly. "Empty yer mind. Let the tension flow outta ya." Flow. Damn straight it was flowing out of her. Every touch just seemed to send a jolt straight down to her clit, and she was well on her way to exploding. 

Psly went back to concentrating on loosening her up, but unlike PJ, she was no problem at all. He shifted to her feet and calves, folding the other half of the towel up so she was only covered at her butt. It took him a while to realize that every time he worked the outer thighs, she'd arch her ass slightly. He knew right then what would happen, and that Kaja would probably kill him for it, but he decided to do some teasing, just to see how she would react. 

Putting more oil on his hands, he started working from her heels and traveling further up along the backs of her legs, stopping just short of the globes of her ass. She arched again, just like he thought she would, and even in the scant light of the candles, he could see what he was doing to her - through the fluff of brown hair he caught a glimpse of glistening lips. Being able to see in the dark had a lot of good points. 

Alicia didn't know how much more of this she could take. She was fighting to keep her breathing steady and even, but when he got that high up near her ass, she moaned slightly, closing her eyes and almost having another orgasm right there. 

Then, she felt his hands on the inside of her calves, and felt the pads in his fingers begin to vibrate continuously. Her eyes opened wide again, along with her mouth, as those hands slowly worked their way up ...closer, closer...right to the point they almost touched her and she swore she could almost feel the vibrations on her soaking pussy. She whimpered softly as his hands retreated once more. She was almost shaking; she was so close! She longed to reach a hand down there to take care of the ache herself, but she just...just...couldn't. She only wanted Pslyder's touch now.


Can't Keep a Good Elf Down Ch. 02



Other stuff: These are my very first attempts at writing, so any and all feedback will be greatly appreciated. Votes are welcome, fives are wonderful! Special thanks to Aliamort for helping me through this. She's a doll. 

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The alarm buzzed loudly, interrupting yet another dream, and Psly nearly swatted it across the room before he groggily got out of bed. 

One blasting hot shower and a huge mug of coffee later, and he almost felt human again. Psly had taken very good care to dry off every inch of his 6'3" frame, including his long jet-black hair. He'd put a lot of effort, not to mention money, into that frame. From the necessities to keep him active after his "accident", to the basics that just made him look good. Enhancements like his didn't come cheap.

It was a rather cold morning, and catching cold definitely wasn't on Psly's agenda. Besides, he'd had a very long night. Psly even went so far as to ride one of his bikes into work that morning, as he wasn't up to walking. As an afterthought, though, he trailed one of the scooters behind him via remote. Psly didn't like to think of Alicia walking home in the cold tonight. 

His motorcycles were the first thing most people associated with him, as Psly had been custom making them for quite some time. Now a good percentage of the folks in the realm rode his creations, and he could afford to give away presents; in this case, a small token of his esteem to a new friend. He'd even painted it in gray, to match her eyes. 

He made sure to hide it around back until the time was right to give it to her. Satisfied that he'd hidden it so that nobody would find it and ruin the surprise, Psly walked around the building and in through the door.

"Howdy, y'all," He said to the two ladies sitting there and apparently chatting. Both of them hushed quickly, but Psly could see by the giggles in their eyes that told him what they'd been discussing. 

Watching them Psly was amazed that two women with nothing physically in common could be such good friends. Kindred spirits came in all packages, Psly mused to himself as he swept an appreciative gazed over the pair.

Akasha Annabella Adair, known to the world as Kaja, with her lean but lush figure. Easily close to six feet tall in her knee high boots, hers was a body that made men weak, and quite a few ladies drool. Her long blond hair flowing over cafe au lait skin was a study in contrast, and most everyone studied that form as if his or her final grades depended on it. 

Alicia Mulland was a study of a different sort. Smaller than Kaja at 5'4", her chocolate brown hair and smoky gray eyes did little to distract from looking at her petite body. Especially when one noticed that her breasts were almost never restricted by any sort of bra. Being stuck between a B and a C cup limited her selection was the excuse she'd given him, not that there were any complaints, not from him, at least. 

Reminiscing at the thought of her breasts, in particular the feel of them, he sighed in anticipation, in the hope of further opportunities. Chuckling softly to himself, with various scenarios playing through out his mind like a vid, Psly checked his appointment book, copying it into his memory, and grinned to the pair as he made his way back to his studio to change.

"My god, Kaja," Alicia said with barely restrained glee once Psly had left the room, "That boy knows his stuff. What he can do to a girl with those fingers . . ." She trailed off, grinning at her memories.

"Can it, sugar." Kaja replied tersely, trying but failing to cover her jealousy with a weak grin. "Ah told y'all before, no hanky panky durin' business hours. After hours, you're on your own." She took another sip of her chardonnay. "An' Ah don' know about y'all using the salon for your sexcapades." 

Kaja shifted in her seat slightly, and hoped her nipples weren't betraying her own excitement through her T-shirt. She loved to tease men. She loved to see the hot look in their eyes and the way it made her feel – attractive, sexy... aroused, and almost always dressed for just that effect, but this time, Kaja almost wished she hadn't. Pslyder, while definitely one to attract scores of new customers, was almost too much temptation for her to resist. 

Alicia turned quickly to face Kaja, a blush creeping up from her neck all the way to her forehead. "How did you know?" she hissed. Alicia did some fidgeting of her own, not even noticing Kaja's furtive movements or tense body language.

"Cause y'all forgot how paranoid Ah am when it comes to this place." A wider grin spread over Kaja's face. 

If Alicia and Psly had forgotten about the full closed-circuit security camera system Kaja had installed, that was their fault. But the fact that Kaja had been purloining said recordings and getting a rather voyeuristic kick out of them was something she would keep secret. Kaja didn't see any reason to mention anything about her new 'collection'. 

"But Ah will say this much. Psly's eager to please, thaht's for sure."

Alicia turned to look down the hall at his studio door again, sighing. "You got that right..." She trailed off again. Kaja remained silent, but continued to shift slightly, and wondered for herself exactly what it felt like to have been there. Seeing it was one thing, but... They both sat quietly for a while, lost in their respective fantasies.

Meanwhile, Psly had changed into a white tank top and blue jeans and was waiting for his first appointment. All three of them soon lost themselves in the general business of the day. Considering that each customer usually bought the full treatment, they were all rather busy. Between Kaja's talent for make-up, Alicia's wizardry with hair, and word of mouth about his massaging skills, most of the clients were new customers. 

A few of the braver souls dared pinching or patting his ass, but Psly didn't notice. Thanks to a nasty incident in his distant past, Psly had gone in for a very specialized procedure. Now you could not only bounce a quarter off his chest (among other places), but chances are not even a nine-millimeter round would get through. Implanted Kevlar plating was just one of the many enhancements he kept under his skin. So he let them cop a feel from time to time. To him, it was just part of the biz.

Truth be told, though, the business of pampering spoiled princesses, polishing frumpy housewives, and smoothing the ruffled feathers of female society was tiring. Even Psly's "magic touch" seemed a little off by closing time. All three of them were definitely in the mood for relaxation by the time six o' clock rolled around. Kaja and Alicia wandered off to the back of the building, towards the locker room, while Psly tidied up around his studio.

The two ladies stood for a while in the women's showers, letting the hot spray slough some of the tension off of them as they wearily traded horror stories about the customers they'd worked on that day. This was something of an evening ritual for them, and the ladies took their rituals very seriously. 

Meanwhile, Psly had stripped down to his skin and ventured into the sauna, skipping the showers completely. He respected the ladies' privacy enough not to barge in unannounced, though he'd fantasized many times about the possible receptions he might receive. With these thoughts in mind, he settled in on one of the benches, reveling in the steam. 

Between the feel of the steam, the smoothness of the wood and the sensual images of a naked Alicia and Kaja floating through his mind, the sound of the sauna door opening didn't even register. Psly was too concerned with his substantial growing erection and trying not to doze off before he could think of doing something with it.

Kaja raced back to the showers, wrapped up in a towel that almost seemed too small for her frame. Alicia looked up from where she was folding her clothing, getting prepared to do some relaxing in the sauna. "Jaysus!" Kaja gasped.

After seeing Kaja struggling for words and almost bursting out the hand towel that was barely covering her, Alicia asked with some concern, "What's wrong?" 

"Two things," Kaja growled as she started throwing on her clothes again in frustration. "One, that boy needs a warning sign, and Two," she chuckled slightly at this, "Psly really needs to wear at least a towel when he's dreaming like thaht..." 

She turned to Alicia, but the girl was already looking at the door, licking her lips slightly, and she had that mischievous gleam in her gray eyes again. Seeing that, Kaja choked down her laughter and quietly left, figuring that it would be best if she weren't here for this. 

"Lead me not into temptation, Ah can find it myself..." Kaja muttered as she rode off for home. She did her utmost to ignore the tingling in her crotch. 

"Dammit, Tic better either be home or on his way." She muttered aloud.

She tried hard not to think of the fun that Psly and Alicia would probably be having, but then remembered her surveillance system with a grin. She didn't have to think about that fun, she could watch it whenever she wanted to. With that, she gunned the throttle and sped off into the night.

Alicia had by then slipped in through the sauna door, and was sitting across from Psly, who seemed to be dozing. She dropped the towel she had been wearing and slowly walked over to him, her eyes on his sizable erection. She was already hot and moist, and it had nothing to do with the beneficial effects of the sauna. 

She sat beside his legs, simply looking over every last inch of his body, as her hands traveled of their own accord, one to her chest to caress her nipples, the other down to her mound, slipping a finger inside her slick folds. Her hyperactive imagination and fond memories had been keeping her in a constant state of raging hormones all day now, and Alicia could even smell her excitement over the steam. She toyed with herself for a moment, then on impulse leaned in down between his legs. Keeping her one hand busy with her own pleasure, she grasped him lightly with the other and teasingly kissed the tip. 

Psly shifted slightly, grinning in his sleep. Growing bolder, she ran her tongue up his shaft, and he responded with a soft groan. Alicia's fingers were dancing over her clit now, as she took the tip into her mouth, moving in tandem with Psly as his hips rose up slightly. She took a firmer grasp on him as she moved her head up and down, and groaned some herself. Alicia had never had anyone under her complete control before, and she found herself rather enjoying the experience. Relishing her power, She took another long lick up his erection, savoring the taste a little. 

Carefully crawling above him, Alicia slowly sank down on to his shaft, thinking it would be a shame to waste so impressive an erection on her mouth, when she had a much more deserving destination in mind.

Her whole body felt like it was humming as she settled onto him. This was definitely a feeling she could get used to. 

Taking her time, she languidly rolled her hips, simply enjoying the feel of his shaft inside of her. The feel of Psly's hair on her clit only heightened Alicia's pleasure, and she began breathing more raggedly in the steamy air. She continued to slowly ride him, her hands cupping her breasts as her fingers danced across her erect nipples. Alicia bit her lip lightly to silence the moaning as she quickly brought herself to a pleasurable climax.

"Oooohh... god..." she shuddered and moaned, "I wish I had a picture of this..." Alicia knew that nobody in the whole of Rhy'Din would believe her if she told them about this. Never mind that just the day before, she'd had her dreams come true in a much different way on his massage table. A picture, in fact any physical evidence would be a better advocate than her stumbling tries to explain of her adventures with Psly.

"Ask an' ye shall receive, petit," came the smiling reply. Psly had been mostly awake since Alicia had stood up and dropped her towel. He'd simply lain there; enjoying how aroused Alicia had been just by playing with his body. To know she got off on his body was exciting. In fact it was too stimulating. 

Not giving her time to react to his sudden awakening, Psly sat up quickly and covered her mouth with his, and slowly began to move under her, taking up where Alicia had left off in surprise at his being awake. Trailing his hands up and down Alicia's back, Psly moved his lips down to her nipple, until all she could do was moan aloud, her fingers moving through his long black hair. Psly could tell when she was getting close, and thrust bodily up into her.

"Oh god. . .oh god. . .oh god. . ." she moaned in pleasure. Psly could feel her tightening around him as he lay back, and with a grin, reached in between them to pinch her engorged clit between his rapidly vibrating fingers. 

"OhhgoOAHHHHHHH!!!" Alicia screamed as her orgasm ripped through her like a tornado. Her hands shot up to her breasts again and tugged at her nipples as the scream evolved into a long gurgling, and Alicia collapsed, twitching in ecstasy/exctasy on top of Psly's chest, panting for breath. Her skin shimmered with perspiration, and her channel clenched and rippled around him with the aftershocks of her orgasm. 

Still deep inside her, Psly felt Alicia collapse on him. He waited for a moment, until she pushed off of his chest weakly, her eyes glazed and chest heaving. Psly grinned even wider as he lifted her up off of him, and Alicia stood on wobbly legs for a moment. She looked at him in some confusion as Psly led her out of the sauna and into the darkened waiting room. 

The relative cool of the air hit Alicia like a brick, and her nipples hardened accordingly. Psly pulled her behind the reception desk, lifting her on top of it and setting her down. He started kissing his way from her neck to her breasts, flicking his tongue over her erect nipples as she leaned back, resting her weight on her hands against the desk. Psly's tongue continued it's journey down Alicia's body, circling around her navel and down through her tuft of trimmed pubic hair. Alicia hissed as Psly dodged around her swollen nub, and trailed along her outer labia down to her dripping core.

Psly paused a moment, then flattened his tongue and slowly licked up to her button, wrapping his lips around it as Alicia's back arched, and her juices flowed from her onto the desk. He stood up, cupping her mound with his hand, his fingers vibrating against her sex, and whispered in her ear. Stepping back with another grin, he moved the chair against the wall.

In Alicia's heightened sexual state, it only took a seconds worth of contemplation before she grinned wickedly and bent over the desk, arching her back slightly as Psly had told her to. 

Alicia kept her eyes on the front display window as Psly moved behind her and placed his hands on her hips. Entering her in one slow stroke, she began yipping and grunting as he took a firm grip and slammed into her dripping pussy. Laying her head down on the desk, Alicia slipped her hand down to fondle her clit. A low moan formed in her throat, increasing in pitch and volume as Psly thrust ever faster and harder into her.

"Oh dear god, FUCK ME!!!" Alicia screamed at him as her climax overtook her. His own explosion wasn't far behind as he took a moment to wink at the overhead security camera and sped up even more. The whole desk shook in time with their rhythm. 

The writing pad on top of the desk rubbed against Alicia's nipples, adding that little bit of sensation to her senses. Psly's climax came over him like a freight train as he felt his knees buckle, making him sit back into the chair, pulling Alicia back with him, and she all but fell into his grasp. The motion made Alicia gasp and yip as it set her off all over again, with him sunk all the way to the hilt inside her vagina. Psly stayed perfectly still until her tremors stopped, and then held her against his chest as his cock softened and slid from her.

Softly stroking her hair, Psly gradually felt her coming down from her high. 

On hearing her breathing change from ragged and heavy to a more regular rhythm, Psly picked Alicia up and carried her to the showers after calling both bikes around to the front of the Bella Sera Salon. They could both do with getting cleaned up from the sweat and such

She didn't complain, as her legs felt like wet noodles and her brain was like mush. Alicia was glad that he realized how wasted she was and welcomed his help in getting her showered and dressed. She could have kissed him, if she had the energy to, when he was kind enough to lay her prone on a bench while he quickly got dried off and dressed. 

Alicia was nearly asleep again when Psly picked her up and carried her out the front door, locking it behind him. He could see she barely noticed when he placed her down in the seat on the scooter. Psly chuckled to himself as he programmed the directions to her house into the onboard autopilot and set the alarm to wake her when it arrived. Alicia was soundly asleep before Psly closed the canopy.

Psly watched the small scooter putter off into the distance before hopping on his own bike, and with a grin made a mental note to have that front chair cleaned and dried before Kaja showed up in the morning. Psly figured Kaja would leave enough of a wet spot after viewing that tape of his most recent performance. 



Can't Keep a Good Elf Down Ch. 03



Once again, I'd like to thank Aliamort for her time and expertise in editing this sucker. And some advance thanking for those stories yet to appear, of which there are quite a lot. Comments are always welcome, for without them, I can't improve. Votes are appreciated, fives even more so!

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It was just one of those mornings. Clear blue sky, crisp air, not too cold. . .nobody could wake up in a bad mood with such a great start to the day facing them, and Psly was no exception. He even decided to take his morning coffee out on his small back porch to enjoy the sunrise. Having a house on the outskirts of the city made for very peaceful mornings. 

Psly spent some time running through recent memories while lighting a morning cigarette, a process made all the easier by the cameras hidden in his eyes linked to storage chips near the back of his skull. It was also a very handy system for smuggling information, but in this instance it stayed a means of entertainment. Besides, Psly sometimes wondered if Kaja might want to augment her video collection. That was one of the excuses that he used for video his exploits with Alicia. The thought of Kaja having videos of his sexual exploits never failed to make him smile.

Psly finished his coffee and morning cigarette with no real hurry, and was feeling rather refreshed when he checked the clock display in the corner of his eye. A quick shower and change later, and Psly was out on the road to the Bella Sera Salon, whistling cheerfully as he walked. The distance was just about perfect, to his way of thinking. Far enough to drive and get a good head of steam going, but not too far for a pleasant walk to clear his mind.

On the other side of town, a different morning routine was being enacted. Alicia had woken up rather abruptly with the alarm, and almost smashed the sucker before realizing what she'd thought she'd been dreaming about, had actually happened over the past couple days ... yesterday had seemed quite surreal after waking up at her front door, sitting on a brand new scooter. It was a good thing Alicia was half-fairy; otherwise she'd still be sore. 

Alicia's own morning ritual consisted of a full pot of Irish coffee and a nasty cold shower to jump start her system, followed by a hasty throwing on of clothes so she wouldn't be late. This time, however, she finished her coffee with a wicked gleam in her eye. Psly wasn't there yesterday, due to some prior engagement at his shop, but she knew he'd be there today. And it was most certainly time for a little ... payback on her part. Selecting her outfit with more care than usual that morning, Alicia set out on her mission.

Fortunately for her plans, Alicia lived somewhat closer to the salon than Psly did, so she got there first. She had dressed very businesslike, choosing a dark gray casual suit over her normal shirt and skirt combination, with a pale cream chemise sporting spaghetti straps, just to show a little sass. Alicia’s hair was neatly up off her neck in a bun, and the suit did a wonderful job of matching her eyes. Settling in quickly behind the desk, Alicia quickly got everything in order, lining up the appointments for the day with a brisk efficiency normally unheard of in her case. ‘Yes’, she thought, ‘let him see me as very mature and businesslike, and then we'll test his ability to think when it's closing time...’

Walking up the steps quickly, Psly almost didn't recognize Alicia behind the desk, seeing as how her usual clutter was nowhere to be seen. wasn't evident. After a quick double take, he finally spoke. "Um, mornin', 'Licia. How's the day lookin'?"

"Somewhat busy today, Psly. You've got three appointments, for two hours each before lunch. Your first two are simply here for the full beauty treatment, but your third client needs a good session of physical therapy." Alicia stated briskly, pausing to look up at Psly before continuing.

"I’ve already penciled in your lunch break, but you’ve got one last appointment after that. I believe she's here for tension relief. I've got a few hair appointments as well, including your two socialites, and Kaja won't be here until this afternoon. They're putting on the additions to the salon today, so she'll be tied up until closing time. Looks like a full day, that's for sure." 

Alicia didn't lie to him; there were quite a few appointments. But she knew hers would take up much less of her time, and give her that much more to set her plans into motion. Alicia also knew Kaja had hired contractors who worked very, very fast, and they did quality work. The hot tub would be installed and ready halfway through his last appointment. She barely kept the grin off her face, as Psly nodded and went into his studio to prepare for his long day.

‘Alicia must be mad at me fer ditchin’ her like thaht,’ Psly thought, ‘Ah guess a scooter ain’t a good "thank you for some mind blowing sex" present. Well, so much for thaht idea ...’ Psly sighed to himself as he changed into one of his work outfits, loose silk pants of a bronze hue, and sandals, with a few silver ornaments in his ears and around his neck. Psly went for the shirtless look, he liked to show off the tattoos on his back. 

The largest one ran across his shoulders, and at first looked like gibberish, but in reality was the first letters of a very famous quote. TWDNKUOMUS. “That which does not kill us only makes us stronger.” Even the lettering was very ornate, in a neo-gothic way. Very few of Psly’s acquaintances knew what that one meant, even fewer what it meant to Psly. The other tattoo sat at the small of his back, and by goodness, everybody knew what “Man Ho” meant. Even though, to date, no one had ever needed to pay for his services ...

As an added afterthought, Psly quickly twisted a few small braids in his hair, placing silver beads at the ends, and tying the rest back in a loose ponytail. He figured it made him look more like some kind of old world healer, and sexy to boot. And in this line of work, appearance mattered just as much as ability.

He made his way through his first couple of appointments, both of them prominent people in the community, but definitely not pleasing figures. Too much soft living, not enough exercise. They didn’t even feel particularly tense under Psly’s fingertips. He figured they just wanted someone’s hands rubbing on them. Lucky for him. And people wondered why he never hung out with the socialite crowd. He kept that smile on his face, though. Something about these two made Psly think the sarcasm would be wasted. 

Besides, even though they sported such elaborate dresses he could use them as motorcycle covers, Psly was in the business of making even these ladies feel like spring blossoms. And Psly took all things in the realm of business very seriously. Even such tedious business as these two had been. 

Psly’s third appointment was a touch more difficult, the lady had been under severe stress and sorely needed extra special treatment to relieve the tension along her spine. Something to do with keeping the peace in this fair city Psly found himself calling home. He kept it cool and impersonal, however, simply taking his time and doing everything just right. It always made sense to be on the good side of local law enforcement.

That one definitely left with a smile on her face, and it had nothing to do with staring at Psly’s body for two hours. After that workout though, Psly was more than ready for his lunch break. He made a quick call for some Chinese this time, and asked Alicia what she'd want for lunch between drags of his cigarette out on the porch. Having a lighter as a part of one's thumb meant never having to search one's pockets for flame. And in this case, it was a very good thing. Few of Psly's work outfits had pockets.

"Lo Mien, with a side of rice, if you please." Alicia said calmly, not putting the thought of eating her lunch off of that body of his, and Psly doing the same off of her before getting all sorts of sweaty and ... Alicia put that thought out of her mind quickly, otherwise, she'd have to use the bathroom again, and she wanted Psly to be completely clueless about her plans. 

Finishing his smoke break and lunch quickly, Psly barely noticed when Kaja rushed out of her office and rode off out of sight. He chalked it up to nerves and got everything ready for his last appointment of the day. This one was a dancer, and it showed. Toned in all the right places, but sadly, she seemed to have no interest in him whatsoever. Not too much in the tension category, either. ‘Ah well’, Psly thought to himself, ‘it's just the job. At least Ah get to relax with this one and take in some scenery.’

Alicia quickly went to work, setting up the candles she'd brought in the new hot tub room, again not noticing the security camera hidden in the corner. A bucket of ice, a bottle of wine, two glasses, and a quick twist of the control knob on the tub got things mostly in motion. Alicia then went back to her desk, knowing that both the soundproofing in the tub room and his studio would mask the noise from the pumps.

Alicia knew that the dancer would get at least get Psly's blood flowing, and she most definitely wanted him to get all fired up. She made it back to her desk just in time to meet with the woman on her way out. Alicia barely

As Alicia let the dancer out, she barely noticed the glance of approval and desire from the woman. Normally, Alicia wouldn't even consider the notion, but that look did set a few ideas percolating in the back of her brain. She briefly wondered if there was another dancing girl waiting for this woman, then shook her head and closed the door. 

After making sure all the outer doors were locked tight, Alicia went back to check on Psly quickly, peeking through the cracked door, as he was changing clothes. She grinned to herself as she thought of the dancer again, then went and flipped the closed sign into place, double-checking the door. Even these nebulous thoughts of having someone join in on the fun she had planned was driving Alicia wild with excitement.

Moving swiftly into her own studio, Alicia completed the rest of her preparations, grabbed the flowers in from her vase on the table, and laid them one by one in the hallway, all of them pointing towards the tub room. She then stripped quickly, lit all the candles she had placed around the hot tub, and eased into the tub to wait for him. Alicia knew Psly didn't have a clue in the world. She pondered again for a moment on that last look from the dancer, and relaxed as her mind wandered through the potential possibilities. For now, Alicia would remain mildly curious. That didn't stop her hands meandering over her body as she imagined how it would feel.

Psly had just finished changing and opened his door when he noticed the lights were off in the salon. Looking around with a puzzled expression on his face, Psly went up to the front door and noticed it was locked and the closed sign was on it. That's when the scent of the flowers caught him. Psly’s emerging grin grew wider as he noticed that they were lined up to point down the hall to a new door, and followed the path before him. He had a basic idea what he would find, and this little mystery was doing a very good job of improving his formerly foul mood in a big hurry.

Opening the door quietly, he noted Alicia in the tub, head laid back and eyes closed, as only one hand was visible above the waterline, caressing her own breast, as she moaned slightly. Gone was the icy demeanor, the business suit, and the matronly hairstyle. Instead, her chocolate brown hair flowed gently over her shoulders, and her tongue ran over her full lush lips as he watched. Psly slipped back, and quickly shed his own clothing in the hallway, before quietly entering the room and silently slipping into the water across from her.

Alicia brought her head back down, not surprised to see Psly across from her. She didn't stop what she was doing to herself, but simply begged him to come closer with a look in her gray eyes. She watched him smile and slip under the water, then laid her head back. Alicia felt a slight nip at her thigh, and scooted closer to the edge of her seat, spreading her legs wider in anticipation. 

Alicia wasn't disappointed, as she felt Psly’s tongue flick over and up her inner thighs, circling her mound. Alicia moved her other hand up her body to play with the other nipple, as he slowly began at her base and lazily trailed his tongue along her labia, teasingly circling her clit. Alicia’s back arched as Psly repeated the motion, and she moaned louder as she played with her breasts. 

Psly was rather pleased of his foresight as he teased her pussy with his tongue. Having that air tank in his lungs was a definite bonus when it came to lovin’ in the tub action. Another gasp from Alicia as his lips locked onto her swollen clit and began lightly sucking on it. As Psly’s tongue fluttered over the top of her button, he felt her shudder while he teased it and her even more. 

Alicia felt her orgasm building as Psly slipped a finger into her, and the feeling increased exponentially as he crooked that finger and touched her g-spot, turning the vibrating pad in his fingertip on. She moaned long and loud, increasing in volume as waves of pleasure washed over her, making her pinch and pull on her nipples roughly. Alicia screamed Psly’s name as she felt another finger slip in, and her orgasm exploded inside her, her stomach rippling as she dragged her feet up his back under the bubbling water.

Psly was gentle as he eased Alicia down from her climax, but he wasn't quite done under here yet ... he began again, licking slowly from the bottom of her slit up to her thatch, making slow, teasing circles around her clit. Psly felt, rather than heard, her whimpering as Alicia reached her hands down to tangle in his hair. He grinned to himself under the water, and dove into her pussy like a starving man at an all you can eat buffet, running the length of his tongue up, down, and across her clit as he slid his fingers in and out of her.

Alicia’s breath was coming in rapid gasps now, as another more powerful orgasm was quickly overtaking her senses. Groans ripped from her lungs as Psly slid yet another finger in, and he kept all of them on different random pulses, until it seemed like Alicia’s whole body was humming. Her hands flew out of the water to grasp the sides of the tub as another climax slammed into her. 

Then Psly broke the surface, water streaming off his hair, and grinned as he slid forward and placed his erection at the slick entrance of her vagina, causing Alicia to gasp and moan again. Psly kept the first thrust slow, but deep, and she shivered as he entered her fully, hissing for breath as he began to draw out again, this time to the very tip of his cock.

Psly thrust in a bit faster, making her yip slightly in pleasure, then settled into a nice rhythm, increasing his tempo with each movement, until Alicia was howling in ecstasy. He moved his hand behind her for support, cupping her breast with the other hand, and squeezed slightly. Psly’s own crescendo was slowly approaching, and he began slamming into her, enjoying the low groan straining through her clenched teeth. 

Psly could tell Alicia was close to orgasm again, feeling her insides tense and ripple as her hands came up to clench in his hair. Her breath was coming in gasps now, keeping with the tempo of his motions. Psly sped up just a little more to bring Alicia there that much faster. A low, long growl emerged from deep inside him, indicating that his release was building up just as rapidly as hers was.

They both reached and shot straight past the point of no return at almost the same moment, and they drowned out the sounds of the tub in a symphonic duet when the resulting orgasm came upon them. 

Psly looked back down at Alicia after a moment’s rest, grinning when he saw she'd stayed conscious this time. She smiled back to him, and sighed when he eased out of her and sat next to her. Taking Alicia in his arms, Psly nipped playfully at her ear and whispered.

"We ain't done yet ..."

Alicia looked at Psly in surprise then dawning comprehension as his fingers buzzed their path up her thigh. The shiver became a gasp as she felt two fingers slide into her with ease and his thumb circled around her clit. She was quivering like a harp string as Psly’s mouth closed over her breast, and hissed when he lightly caught her nipple in his teeth. His nimble fingers found her g-spot again quickly. 

“Oh Psly, oh Psly, oh, oh God.” she panted out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure rippled through her. 

Psly was fully erect again in mere moments, and he didn’t have to thank his enhancements for that. Easing around Alicia, he plunged deeply into her again. Lifting her ankles up over his shoulders, he began a slow rhythm of thrusting inward and upward, lifting her from her seat. Psly could feel Alicia’s erect clit bump into his pelvis with each upward motion, and gathered from her groans that he was at least doing something right. He watched her hands grip the sides of the tub as she laid her head back, her eyes clamping shut as Psly found new levels of pleasure to give her. 

Alicia began wailing in time with Psly’s movements, as her climax raged like a blazing inferno inside her. The combination of his erection rubbing both her clit and her inner button was sending her into overload. Alicia’s eyes popped open, staring off into the distance without focus as the storm building within her loins reached hurricane proportions.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooooo Ggggooooood!!!!" she screamed out as a monstrous orgasm smashed through her, spots of light flashing in her vision from the intensity. Alicia didn't even feel him come inside her a second time, and simply floated on the waves of bliss for a while. 

She was barely conscious of being lifted from the tub by Psly’s powerful arms and being set down on something soft. Psly’s gentle movements, toweling her dry, and his soft touch to her lips were as if in a dream. 

Alicia awoke some time later, wrapped in a towel and blanket on his massage table. The light coming in from the window told her it was sometime close to dawn. Alicia lay back down on the table, grinning from ear to ear, until the sound of the lock startled her. She was still trying to stand on wobbly legs when Kaja strode in. Even the look of shocked fury on Kaja's face couldn't stop Alicia from grinning. 

Psly smiled as he walked home, thinking he could almost hear Kaja’s voice ringing out in the morning air. “Aw hell, not again?!?!?!”



Can't Keep a Good Elf Down Ch. 04



Thanks to everyone for the wonderful votes. Now, let me know how I'm doing! I need commentary!

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Having informed the community that he wouldn't be available for officiating the fights in the arena, Psly wondered, as he pulled into his garage and parked his bike, what he'd do with all this newfound free time, 

Reflecting on tonight's meeting, he recognized that his speech, moreover his delivery, had brought more than a couple of laughs where they'd been needed most; particularly with the few who had been disappointed that he wouldn't be so closely involved in arena business.

Psly had tried to complement his speech by dressing to create a good impression, hoping a smart outfit would provide the professional appearance that would show he meant business. He'd paired the silk black suit with a crisp white button down shirt and suitably conservative black leather shoes, sure that it make people see him as a professional, and not just another piece of street trash. 

However, he was oblivious to the impressive breadth of his shoulders, barely restrained by the cut of his custom made suit. Nor the effect that a glimpse of his rippling muscles, through his dress shirt, would have on just about anyone with a pulse. Psly didn't seem to realize there was no way that he could deflect attention from his body and the fact that it illustrated his experience as a professional fighter.

Not that his intentions appeared to have worked, Psly observed dryly to himself. That's if the majority of women and the occasional guy checking out was anything to go by. Sometimes it was hard being taken for a sex object. Really hard on his cock, he remembered painfully, especially when he couldn't do anything about it.

Maybe he should have tried a little harder and worn a tie and buttoned up his suit jacket a little sooner. The skin exposed by those couple of undone buttons at his throat had been on fire, it had seemed to draw their attention just as much as his speech had. It had felt as if he was being eaten alive by a Psly hungry crowd; the feel of hot searching eyes raking his body - while initially gratifying - had gotten to be far too... distracting. 

Psly draped his overcoat on the peg by the door, then flipped on the light. Puttering around downstairs for a short time, he was almost disappointed to see nobody in his tub. A shame, that. Who'd have thought going to a town meeting would put him in the mood for getting hot and sweaty with a willing shebody. 

Carefully removing his suit, Psly idly wondered if it would be replacing his 'getting lucky' outfit. Amusing as that thought was, Psly didn't dwell on it for too long, as he got ready for bed. He had no wish to start something he couldn't finish and get his imagination going. Hanging the suit in the laundry room, he casually tossed his boxers in the hamper's direction, remembering to turn off the hall light on his way up to the loft. 

He paused in the doorway, hearing a low, throaty chuckle. Eyes adjusting quickly, Psly scanned around the room. The same low voice called from the rumpled sheets. 

"It's about time you crawled home..." 

Psly grinned appreciatively in response to that husky drawl, maybe he didn't need an outfit to get lucky. Recognizing the voice, he wasn't surprised when he saw Alicia, splayed out under the satin, clearly at home on his king-size bed. Taking up a casual lean against in the door frame, Psly watched Alicia move under the smooth fabric, an involuntary quirk of his brow, the only indication that he welcomed her presence and admired her boldness. This sure made up for his tub being empty.

"Damn 'Licia...ain't you tired of me yet?" Psly teased as he walked over to his bed, referring to their previous encounters. 

Slipping the sheet off her, he couldn't help but murmur "Oh my..." at the sight of her lush body. Alicia smiled seductively as she edged off the bed, turning up the light slowly. 

Slowly sinking to the bed, he could only watch in silence as she stood and pirouetted. From her come hither look, she was clearly enjoying posing for him in what unmistakably was an outfit designed to drive him out of his mind. Psly was sure she appreciated the simultaneous effect seen in his painful and instant erection and rapt attention.

Light gleamed off the black leather thigh-high boots as Alicia balanced expertly on the four inch heels. The narrow band of black fabric around her thighs rode dangerously low on her hips, barely holding her to modesty by less than a half inch up or down. A silver belly chain accented the flat stomach. Her sheer top did absolutely nothing do hide her breasts underneath, and her chocolate brown hair cascading over bare shoulders and a wide leather choker completed the look that had stopped Psly dead in his tracks and rooted his feet to the floor.

"You like?" Alicia smiled, knowing the question to be rhetorical; she could easily see the effect she was having on his still growing cock.. 

Still speechless, Psly could only watch mutely, a dumbstruck expression his only response as she turned around to pick something up off the floor, displaying her complete lack of underwear. 'Damn', he thought, 'she even took care of her hair... '

"Baby, you look good enough to eat." Psly murmured, finally able to speak. Seeing her snatch had shocked him out of his trance, and got him ready for action.

"Funny," Alicia purred back, "That's exactly what I was thinking. But..." she trailed off as he moved towards her. Psly looked confused until Alicia put the bag she had picked up on the bed. His expression changed from confused to dawning comprehension as she smiled and pulled out various scarves. 

"Lay down." Alicia said as she removed several leather straps from the bag. 

Observing Psly's amusement increase along with his cooperation as he did what he was told, she bound him hand and foot to the bed frame with those straps. Alicia slipped one of the scarves over Psly's mouth, nibbling on his ear as she tied it tightly around his head. Placing a pillow behind his head, Alicia whispered, "Enjoy the show..."

Stepping back, Alicia turned Psly's music player on, then began swaying her hips seductively back and forth as she moved back to the bag, and danced over to the corner of the room, where she'd already set up a small video camera on a tripod. Delicious anticipation shivered through her as she pressed the record button.

Spinning back on her heel, Alicia sauntered over to the bed, picking up several of the remaining scarves, trailing them over her body. She tied one underneath the skirt, winking at him, then turned around and unzipped the side of it, tossing it across the room. 

Alicia was conscious that the scarf only just covered her hips and mound, and had no effect at all on covering her ass - that was the look she was going for after all. But she was conscious too of Psly's intense gaze, traveling over her body as she moved. If she could get any hotter just on game play, she didn't know how.

With her back still turned to Psly, Alicia tied another scarf underneath the top, and slowly peeled the sheer fabric off, uncaring that she tossed tossing it in the opposite direction of the skirt. 

Twisting back to face him, she cupped her breasts under the scarf, and blew him a kiss. The sight of Alicia, wearing two scarves, the belly chain, those boots, and that choker, was maddeningly erotic.

Feeling awareness of Psly's fixed gaze caused Alicia to sway her hips that little bit more as she drifted over to the telecom, turning the music up. Moving in time to the beat, she leisurely walked back to his restless body. 

Crawling on to the bed, a wicked smile illuminating her intent, Alicia licked her way leisurely up Psly's erection, rewarding his squirming patience with a thorough kiss on his oozing tip. 

"I didn't get too much of a chance to do this in the sauna the last time, so I thought I'd give it more of a try tonight." Alicia smilingly informed Psly, as she took his cock in her grasp again. 

Her eyes locked to his, even with her head bent, Alicia slipped a mouthful of his shaft past her very red, and very wet lips. Behind the scarf, Psly's groans increased along with her bobbing motion. Enjoying his involuntary movements and seeking to bring him even further to climax, she slowly came back up to the head, tongue fluttering lightly along the underside of his shaft.

"I've been, practicing... " Alicia grinned, then opened her lips again and took him halfway down her throat in one smooth motion, her tongue flicking the base of his staff as she moved her hand out of the way and swallowed around his erection. Alicia could tell by the sudden tensing of Psly's legs and stomach that her throat was doing a wonderful job of stimulating his senses to the fullest. She moved back up slowly, licking the underside of Psly's cock again, and his hips moved up with her as he moaned in pleasure. 

Alicia moved her hand around behind her, untying the lower scarf, taking it and tying it around her wrist, and reached up to untie the one around his face as she took Psly down her throat again, her tongue still fluttering down the length of his cock. She turned around to straddle Psly's bare chest, keeping her shaved mound just out of reach of his tongue, but where he could easily see her, and feel her wetness dribbling onto his skin. 

Alicia's head began bobbing with gusto, and she eased back to where Psly could just reach her with his tongue. He groaned again, and bent his head forward to lick her exposed clit. Alicia giggled around him and scooted down his body again, moving just out of reach as she fervently worked on his shaft with her mouth. She wondered how long it would take him to short circuit. Alicia reached over to the bag again, pulling out a long chain of small silver beads with loops on the ends, then slipped her mouth off of him and stood beside the bed again, holding the beads loosely in her hand.

Psly's face was almost pitiful as he looked at her in desperation, then threatened to fly right out of their sockets as Alicia untied the scarf around her chest, tying it to the other wrist, and slipped the loops of the chain over her nipples, pulling them taut. She moaned at this new sensation, tugging at the chain lightly with one hand, as she lifted one booted leg onto the bed and slipped her other hand down to her bare mound. 

Alicia's eyes locked on his again as she circled her clit with a finger, then slipped down to plunge in between her sopping labia. Another finger soon joined in the fun, as she ground the heel of her hand against her clit, her eyes going glassy. Alicia began quivering as the first of many climaxes rolled through her as she teased Psly with her own pleasure. Moving quickly up to him, Alicia put her fingers on Psly's lips, and he licked the juices off obligingly.

"Tonight, I'm in control, Psly. To put it bluntly, I'm going to fuck the hell out of you." Alicia smiled wickedly, then moved to the foot of the bed again, bending down at the waist to display her ass and hairless pussy to the camera as her hand moved to her slit again, and took him into her mouth once more. Her fingers worked furiously as she slowly slid Psly's erection in and out of her mouth. The excitement of having him under her control and playing for the camera soon had Alicia climaxing again, and she moaned around his erection. 

She reached into the bag again, pulling out a glove which looked familiar to Psly. He soon recognized it as one of the gloves he'd used before installing the pads in his fingers. Alicia waved it at him while continuing her oral attentions on his erection. He didn't have too long to wonder about it, nor the necessary brain power to consider it. All his concentration was at this moment on desperately trying not to flood her throat just yet.

Alicia slipped the glove onto her hand, and climbed up on top of the bed. Grasping his cock with her gloved hand, she turned it on, and took him once more into her mouth, as he threw his head back and growled. Again, Alicia was only teasing him, as she let go quickly and moved up to rub her moist pussy lips against his straining erection. Alicia tugged at the chain attached to her nipples as she rubbed her crotch on Psly's cock, coating his shaft in her more than abundant slickness. 

She then turned to face the camera, reaching down to guide him into her. Alicia slid down slowly onto Psly's rigid member, reveling in the feeling of control and his shaft filling her pussy to the limit. She took Psly to the hilt, then started rocking her hips on top of him, tossing him a look of lust over her shoulder. Then she leaned back, placing her bare hand on his chest for support, and pinched her own clit with the glove.

A pure animalistic scream ripped from her lungs as she writhed on top of him, pinching herself even harder in the process. Alicia's orgasm soared through her, the juices flowing freely from within, and she let go of her engorged nub and reached over for the bag again. Taking out a small device, she grinned evilly over her shoulder at him again, and leaned forward slightly. 

Reaching behind her, she touched the now buzzing metal cylinder to her rosebud, and began literally bouncing up and down his shaft. Her breathing became ragged and hoarse, as Alicia screamed out her release once more. She increased the pressure of her hand, and the vibrator slipped inside her anus, and she came again with a shriek. Moving the device in and out of her sphincter, Alicia grasped a hold of her clit again with the glove, and squirted her juices all over Psly with another powerful climax. 

Being under Alicia, feeling her go wild on top of him, Psly couldn't help but be thankful that he'd hooked up with her. His libido surely appreciated it. Her constant inventiveness; her willingness to surprise him with different positions and games amazed and gratified him; it was all that was keeping him from blowing his load now. Knowing her stamina and creativeness, he doubted that was a situation that would last for much longer. 

Alicia slipped off of Psly's shaft then, her eyes showing only lust, as she pulled the vibrator from her ass and set it aside, reaching for her dripping pussy and rubbing her juices down to her anus. She closed her eyes and lifted herself up and over Psly's cock again, and slid the tip up and down her labia, finally placing the head of his cock onto her sphincter.

That just about did it for Psly. There seemed to be no end to what Alicia was willing to do with him, even though he was pleasantly surprised at where she'd aimed his shaft. If she was going to take him there, Alicia had been practicing indeed. Nothing she had ever done even hinted to Psly that Alicia was into that sort of thing.

Alicia settled down on his tip lightly, and very slowly pushed down, holding him steady. Her constant climaxing and her earlier manipulations had her in a very relaxed state. It was almost easy to slip him past her rosebud, and Alicia threw her head back as she sank down onto him. She laid back on his chest, and pointed to the ceiling. "Mirror...there..." she panted. "I wanna... see."

Alicia had remembered watching the tournament Psly had entered on a whim and won, giving him access to quite a bit of magical talent. She had spent a couple nights whiling away the time by thinking of fantasies of what they could do in his new tower. 

It took him a bit of concentration, but Psly complied, calling a shimmering reflective circle into being so that she could watch her performance. Alicia's hands went back down to her slit, the gloved hand pinching her clit while she slammed her fingers into her channel, Psly's erection still buried to the hilt in her ass. She screamed, long and loud, as only a few moments of this had her literally gushing with her orgasm, her juices shooting out to just short of her knees. 

Psly had been trying desperately to hold himself back, but this was simply too much stimulation for him, and he exploded deep into her bowels as he joined her in screaming out his pleasure. Wave after wave overcame them both, and Alicia collapsed on top of Psly, both of them losing consciousness from the intensity of it.

Alicia was the first to awaken this time, having been brought by both Psly and herself to this point several times over the past few days. She moved off of him on shaky legs, unbuckling the leather around his wrists and ankles, throwing them to the side. Psly'd actually snapped the leather restraints in his release, and they simply laid there for a while, not even noticing when he softened and slipped out of her anus, their combined fluids making one serious mess on the sheets. 

Alicia then slowly made her way to the shower, where she she shed the boots and choker and cleaned herself quickly but thoroughly. Wincing slightly at the tender condition of her pussy and ass, she was still rather pleased with the results. For once, Psly had been the one knocked the fuck out, man. 

Drying herself, Alicia put both the boots and collar back on, and walked over to where Psly laid unconscious on the bed. She brought a wash rag with her, and calmly cleaned him off. She smiled as she noticed Psly's member stirring a little under her tender ministrations.

Alicia checked the camera again, and noted it still had some tape left. Alicia felt a smile play over her face, then made her way back to the bed, where she laid on top of him, facing the camera. Reaching behind her, Alicia took one of Psly's hands and manipulated it so that two of his fingers were inserted in her pussy, and his thumb rested on her clit. She grasped him by the wrist, and began moving his hand in slow, small circles, enjoying the slow buildup this time. 

Between using his hand for the stimulation and rubbing her erect and bound nipples over his stomach, Alicia brought herself to another small climax just as the camera clicked off. 'Now,' she thought, 'I'm more than satisfied. He'll never think of me the same way again.'

Sighing, she lay laid back down on top of Psly, scooting back so that her wide open pussy would be the first thing he laid eyes on when he woke. Just before she slipped off to sleep, her last thought made her laugh softly to herself.

'The least I can do is breakfast in bed...'



Can't Keep a Good Elf Down Ch. 05



It'd been another in a series of long days...and the walk home wasn't much better. He hadn't seen Alicia in days, and so far nobody else seemed overly interested in going past the flirting point. This, plus his declining performance in the dueling rings made for a less than happy Psly. And here he was again, walking home, alone.

Psly called the house to turn on his hot tub, and it registered as already active. 'Must've forgotten to turn it off,' he thought to himself. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, thinking of missed opportunities yet again, and puffed on his cigarette while he walked. Psly hadn't expected that kind of a kiss from PJ, that was for sure, and the fact that she wasn't walking home with him made Psly a little testy to boot. He'd had plans for that lusty little Latina beauty. But her new association with Max put a stop to that . . .

But Psly didn't know that he had some very pleasant company waiting. Michelle Lightner, formerly of Sydney, Australia. Five foot ten, very well built, and a natural strawberry blonde. They'd met some time before - in the dueling rings, no less - and both were more than slightly intrigued with each other. Like minds did tend to attract each other, after all...

Michelle thought it'd been a long day for her and didn't see anything wrong with borrowing Psly's hot tub for a bit of a soak to relieve some tension. Psly had been so kind as to offer her the use of it; though she knew what he'd been thinking when he did so. She didn't think he'd mind, especially since she'd been so kind as to follow his "no-suit" regulations. She'd been enjoying the heat from it for a while when there was a quiet beeping from the control panel. A wry smile crossed her face as Michelle remembered Psly usually turned the tub on via remote on his way home. 

Maybe, she'd take him up on his unspoken offer, "Well then, here's to hoping he's alone tonight. . .I'm in a right mood for elf." Michelle quickly hid behind the tub, still completely and comfortably nude, and waited for Psly to get home.

Psly wasn't taking too much time with this stroll home; it resembled more of a brisk walk. Between his work at Bella Sera's Salon, his motorcycle business, and this new Keeper responsibility, he was banked. In his mind, the hot tub beckoned and his warm bed was inviting. Psly opened the front door to his barn-style house and took a quick look around. It seemed lately that he was never here anymore . . .

As per his usual routine, Psly tossed his jacket on the couch while shedding the rest of his clothes on the way to the tub. He never bothered with a suit when he didn't think he'd have company, or sometimes even when he did. When one had the body like he did, it was - so he'd been reliably informed - criminal to keep it under wraps. Perhaps, he mused that why so many women felt the need to rip his clothes off on a regular basis, not that he had a problem with that, he smilingly concluded. 

Quickly mixing himself a mug of whatever was available to drink, he took it and his cigarettes to the tub, settling in with a heavy sigh. The tub itself was large, being the aboveground, eight-person capacity type. Psly thought he was dreaming when a soft hand trailed across his chest, but the voice in his ear let him know it was reality and not one of his x-rated fantasies that often got started when he was in the tub. 

"Good to see you mate. Better to see you by your lonesome. Right, lay back, an' get ready for a real ripper time . . ." Michelle's voice was playful in his ear, as Psly opened his eyes to identify the source.

Michelle slipped effortlessly into the tub next to him; one hand trailing down below the waterline to wrap around what was rapidly becoming very stiff. Psly moaned involuntarily, and started to reach for her, getting ready to use his fingers on the strawberry blonde's nicely curved, well rounded frame, when her firm tone saw his hands fall back to the side of the tub. Her "Leave off the toys, cobber. We're playing this one my way, " told Psly how the game would be played out tonight. Michelle confirmed his assumption with her continued toying with his cock under the water, playfully nipping behind his ear and generally teasing him mercilessly. 

Psly's night was definitely on the upswing now. Unexpected intruders were one thing, and generally they weren't interested in offering this kind of unexpected stress relief. He leaned back against the tub, content to enjoy the moment and incredible sensations. 

It was having a rather pleasant effect on Michelle, being in control like this. In one deft move, she tossed her leg over and straddled his lap, and began a new level of teasing as she rubbed herself along his shaft while trailing her fingers along his arms and chest. A playful growl escaped Psly's lips as she felt herself growing warmer and slicker as she slid along his rigid shaft. One last slow trip up, her breasts shedding the warm water, and Michelle took him inside her, throwing her head back and moaning softly, a look of deep satisfaction on her face. She started off slowly, taking him deeper and deeper with each smooth stroke. 

'Yes', Michelle thought, 'this is how I like it. In control, in the driver's seat.' Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the heat inside her reach a boiling point. The bubbling waters swirled around her as her hips rotated faster and faster on top of him. She arched her back, and Psly took advantage of her momentary distraction to lean down and take one of her breasts into his mouth, nipping lightly on the nub. Michelle's breath came sharply as she went over the edge, exploding around him, quivering with the release. She jumped and shuddered, looked down at him again with a playful expression, then much to his surprise, stood up and slipped off of his still erect member. 

"Bad boy, mate. Told you to stay put, didn't I? Now you're going to have to be punished." The stern look on her face didn't quite reach her eyes, her natural playfulness couldn't help shining through, but he could see that she still meant business. . 

With a pained expression to join his painful erection, Psly allowed Michelle to lead him up to his room, where she put him in a chair and tied his hands behind him. Neither one had made use of the towels, nor puddles trailed from the tub to his room. She knew he could use those muscles of his to break whatever bonds she put on his wrists, but she thought for sure he'd just go along with her game for now. She gathered up her clothing, dried herself off, and got dressed, slowly, smiling at him. 

"'M going back out for a bit, mate. Be a good boy, stay right there, an' you might jus' get a reward for your troubling." Michelle looked at Psly playfully, twirling a lock of hair around her finger, and then she calmly walked out of the room, hopped on her bike, and roared off into the night.

Sitting patiently wasn't anything new to Psly. Sitting patiently while tied to a chair, naked, was. But his curiosity kept him right where he was. It felt like hours (though his chrono kept insisting it was just a few minutes) before Psly heard her return, humming to herself as she puttered around in the rooms downstairs, and generally making him itch with the frustration of it all. He knew what he was tied with wouldn't hold if he put any sort of strain on it, but the thought that she might take off if he did so was a much more effective bond. He was just about horny enough to put up with anything at this point.

Downstairs 'This is soooo good', Michelle thought. 'Got him right where I want him for as long as I want him to be there.' 

She even went so far as to take another soak in the tub, ideas on what she'd do to him flitting around in her mind. Michelle caught her own hands roaming over her body as she toyed with all the ideas. Chuckling softly to herself, she leisurely took even more time to work herself to a barely controlled frenzy, biting her lip to keep from letting Psly know what she was doing, then figuring that would torture him even more if he did know. Feeling inspired, Michelle made sure her pleasure was well known to anyone within earshot after that.

And hear her Psly did. . ."Thaht's jus' sooo fraggin' wrong. . ." he muttered to himself. His hair was just now beginning to dry out, and frustration was rapidly overtaking his sense of fair play. He was mere moments away from tearing off the silk binding him to the chair and giving her a good tongue lashing. . in more ways than one ... Just as Psly was about to lose his battle with patience, Michelle appeared in the doorway to his room, having taken the time to dress again. 

"I see you were right patient this time, cobber. Good for you." Michelle said, as she walked slowly behind Psly, trailing her fingers across his shoulders, noting that he'd apparently stayed ready and hard for whatever she wanted to do to him. Then she went around to the front of him, bent down, and laid a gentle kiss on Psly's lips. 

Backing up slowly, Michelle started undressing seductively, taking her time about peeling each layer of clothing off of herself, until she was down to what she called underwear. Most would call it spangles and floss, but Michelle didn't care what most people thought. Underwear in and of itself was a rarity for her. 

Michelle sauntered back over to Psly, trailing her fingers along his skin, turning around and leaning back, rubbing up against him. She was enjoying this entirely too much, but she was just having too much damn fun to stop. Reaching behind Psly, Michelle rubbed her breasts against his chest, and untied his wrists. "Now behave yourself, or all your going to see 'o me is me behind on walkabout."

Michelle led Psly over to the bed and laid down on it, removing what little she still had on. "Right, mate. No toys, but start with rubbing me down." Grinning at him again, she turned over to let him start. Michelle knew all about his job at the salon, and quite a bit about his toys. Word spread quickly around this town.

Psly started off slowly, trailing his fingers up and down Michelle's body, leaving the pads off for once, as she shivered slightly. A slight moan escaped her lips as he began with the shoulders, and it only increased as he ventured down her spine. Psly was just about to start on her legs and feet when Michelle interrupted him with a growl.

"To hell wit' it, mate. Jus' fuck me. Good an' hard." Michelle gasped as Psly shifted position between her knees and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her up to him. Sinking to the hilt in one stroke, Psly let out a small growl as Michelle yipped and her muscles twitched along his shaft. Starting in on a steady rhythm of deep, slow strokes, he reached around to happily give some attention to her breasts, slightly pinching the nipples between his fingers and thumbs. A low, guttural sound emanated from her, and Michelle screamed at him. 

"I said hard, you blighter! Give it to me!" Michelle was done with playing. She liked it hard, she liked it fast, she even liked it a little rough. From what she'd heard, Psly had never failed in his apparent duty to please every woman he came into contact with. Michelle wasn't about to let Psly get a black mark on his record, and cursed like a sailor as she told him how to fuck her the way she needed.

Psly grinned a little, and gave it to Michelle all right. Shifting quickly, he got a tighter grip on her hips and started driving into her, panting at each sound of skin meeting skin. 

Her breathing became shallower, quicker, more ragged. "That's it! Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!" They began almost grunting in rhythm, and then Michelle moved Psly's hands and slipped out from under him, flipping quickly onto her back. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him to her. Again, he sank in deep, and a louder moan escaped from her throat. "Fast an' hard! Jus' fuck me, now, you sonuvabitch!" Grinning, Psly did as she wished. Michelle's screams of delight and ecstasy echoed throughout the garage and into the night.

Michelle never quite figured out where one wave stopped and another began, but it all reached a crescendo as Psly bellowed out his own release and collapsed beside her, ragged and spent. The both of them were panting for breath, as Psly rolled over, eyes glassy. After a moment, Michelle sat up and looked at him, flipping her hair out of her eyes and smirking. 

"Out of ammo already? I's jus' getting right warmed up . . ." Michelle reached over and began toying with Psly's penis again, then sat on top of him as it began to react and swell to her touch. Shuddering out a sigh, she once again slipped his rod inside her channel, rocking back and forth slowly, but steadily. 'This time', she thought, 'I'm in total control of this blighter ... ' Michelle reached down and picked up Psly's hands, placing them on her breasts, and squeezed, mewling again. Looking down at his face, she noticed his eyes starting to come back to clarity and lose that glazed, "out to lunch" expression. 

Psly wasn't even about to complain as he came down from his high. He took up the kneading of his own accord, and Michelle leaned back, placing her hands on his hips for support. Taking his thumbs and swirling around her nipples, Psly was rewarded by little gasps of delight from her. Pleased with Michelle's reaction, he raised his legs and put both feet flat on the mattress, pushing his ass off the sheets. From there, Psly rotated his hips, slowly pistoning in and out of her dripping cunt once more.

Michelle threw her head back and yipped, doubling the movements of her hips on his as she felt the wave cresting again, and howled as it took her over. She leaned into his grasp, raking her nails down his chest, as wave after wave overtook her. Taking one of Psly's hands and placing it so that one of his fingers and his thumb were on either side of her clit, Michelle pinched them together and said "Now! Turn 'em on, now!". 

Psly knew he'd put those suckers in for good reason. Almost no woman who ever found out about them could resist once they'd been used on her. Michelle was about to find out why. Another grin, and Psly kicked those pads straight to "Gott in Heimel!"(1).

Michelle kept her fingers on Psly's, pinching them harder, as she bellowed some herself, the fingers feeling like a live wire of intensity shooting from her toes all the way up her spine. Her hoarse moaning reaching a fever pitch as the pads kept her in a continuously climbing state of orgasm. She writhed on top of Psly, pinching the fingers even harder, as she felt the vibrations shifting to "Pulse". Michelle started jerking in time with the pulsing, raspy grunts tearing out of her throat with each motion.

Psly, meanwhile, was getting drenched, and not just from sweat. Michelle's juices were flowing freely from around his erection, saturating his groin and hips and soaking into his bed. Feeling that fire building up in himself, he grabbed Michelle's waist with his other hand and resumed thrusting up into her. She was past comprehension at this point, and when Psly erupted, Michelle collapsed on top of him again, tossing his hand to the side with a final scream. They were both panting heavily, falling asleep before his erection softened enough to slip out of her. 

It took until near dawn before Michelle was able to muster the energy to move. "Good boy," she said hoarsely, "Might be coming back for more of that one 'o these days." Slowly gathering her clothing and dressing, she left Psly's unconscious form on the bed and rode off into the brightening morning to find her room and sleep for a while.

Psly found the note sitting near his coffeepot when he finally made it to the kitchen that afternoon. It took him quite a lot of blinking before he could convince his eyes to focus on comprehending Michelle's handwriting. 

"Psly,

Had a few things to take care of early. Keep doing me a favor, and leave your doors unlocked. You never know when I might need that craving for elf satisfied again."

Michelle.

(1) God in heaven, for those who don't sprechen ze Deutch.



Can't Keep a Good Elf Down Ch. 06



"Well now," Psly chuckled, "Ain't this cozy. . ." The room itself wasn't much to look at. It was just a large bed, a tiny bathroom off to the side, a single battered TV set, and a stained window covered by tacky brown shades. In fact, his attention was quickly drawn to the only good thing to be seen. Michelle was sitting on the bed, smiling coyly at him, dressed in a short leather skirt, black kerchief top, and black boots. Her strawberry blonde hair was artistically draped over her shoulder as she twirled a lock of it in her hand. "How nice of you to call me here, toots."

"Right nice of you to get here so quick, mate. I like it when I ain't waiting for my fun." Laughter and mischief danced in Michelle's eyes as she talked. "Hope you didn't have any plans tonight, cobber." She stood up slowly, and saucily walked over to him. One arm snaking around his neck, the other sliding softly over the crotch of his jeans. "'Cause tonight, you're..." She trailed off, her eyes widening as she felt something long and sinuous climbing her leg. Michelle had enough time to register Psly's grin and get a look at the cable easing out from his arm before that little hand at the end of it reached her sex. Her breath caught in her throat as he began undressing her slowly, taking his sweet time about it while she was distracted by pleasure. 

"No, querida. T'night, Ah believe that you, are all mine." Psly's plan had started to form the instant Michelle had called his cell phone. A quick stop at the store later, and here he was, watching her tremble with excitement. Psly had never shown Michelle the device in his arm, and therefore knew she had no earthly idea what he could do with it. 

Psly left her boots on and smiled as Michelle stood there, eyelids fluttering as she moaned and panted for breath, the end of the cybergrapple flicking over and around her already engorged clit. He eased her back to the bed, laying her down, then replaced the surprise attack with a full oral assault on her mound, his tongue spearing deep into her channel and swirling around her clit. Psly threw off his jacket and ripped the t-shirt from his chest as Michelle bucked and pitched under his ministrations. Once again, the cable snaked its way over her body, but Michelle was too lost in Psly's foreplay to do anything about it. Psly stopped his tongue and lifted his face to smile at her as she glared at him.

"You ready for some fun?" Psly asked, as the cable slowly drew taught, and Michelle found herself bound in a spread eagle position on the bed, bound at her wrists and ankles. "You're in a right cheeky mood tonight . . ." Michelle purred, as she looked down and noticed the bud at the end of the cable poised between her open thighs like a cobra waiting to strike. Michelle saw Psly grin down at her again, then barely noticed him grabbing something out of his jacket as the miniature hand eased forward and slipped inside of her. 

Michelle gasped and moaned as it began moving back and forth within her, expanding slightly with each motion. As it assumed the size of a small child's fist, she thrashed against her bonds, emitting short, sharp yips of pleasure at every movement of the device. Michelle's excitement quickly manifested in the form of a trail of moisture, flowing from her sex down to the sheet. She felt movement on the bed, and a tongue fluttered over her nub while the small fist moved inside her. Arching her back against this new onslaught of sensation, she whimpered when both his tongue and the apparatus went still and slipped from her.

Michelle gasped again, this time in surprise as the cables writhed, flipping her over onto her stomach and positioning her so her knees were bent and her legs splayed wide. It wasn't an uncomfortable position, but she knew her ass was sticking straight up as the cables tightened once more, holding her in place before she had time to blink. Michelle shivered with anticipation as she felt a finger trail slowly up and down her slit. When it stopped again, she growled and tried to wiggle so that she could see Psly. "Enough teasing, you blighter. You know I can't staaaoooOOOOOOHHH GOOOODDD!!!" Michelle yelled as the small fist entered her again while Psly's fingers found her clit and pinched on full vibrate. She screamed again as another of those buzzing fingers slipped inside her, pushing against her inner button, and her awareness quickly centered on the sensations she was receiving. Michelle thrashed and writhed, as her orgasms seemed to explode in twos and threes, her wetness pouring out over a good portion of both of their legs, his hand, and the bed in the process.

Psly turned off the pads, leaving his fingers where they were, and grinned down at Michelle. "You like thaht? Thaht what you wanted?" The minuscule fist paused as well while she gasped for breath. A loud growl ripped from her throat as the device slipped out of her again. Michelle was turning her head to spew off a few choice curses when Psly sank his erection into her, and all she could do was shriek in ecstasy. Psly thrust deeply into her dripping slit a few times, then held still again as he reached over to grab the bottle he left on the bed.

Michelle whimpered and tried to wiggle against him to make him start back up again. She heard a slight pop, and shivered as she felt something liquid flow down the crack of her ass, and she squealed and shivered with excitement. Michelle felt a finger push on her rosebud, moving slightly to work in the oil, and shuddered as that finger began to vibrate. A hand reached down underneath her and began toying with her swollen clit again. 

Michelle pushed back against Psly, as the finger slid inside her sphincter and wiggled slightly. She kept pushing back against him, moaning as another finger joined the first one, working the oil into her as her anal ring spread wider, then a third slipped in. Michelle pumped and bucked on Psly's crotch, sharp cries of desire filling the room. She whimpered again, as he withdrew everything from her, and froze as Psly's stiffness touched her pucker. 

"You want thaht?" Psly asked, grinning again.

As an answer, Michelle pushed back against him hard and fast, her anus spreading wide to engulf his erection, and snarled "Now!!" He just smiled, as the mini hand took up where it left off, entering Michelle's soaked pussy again as Psly gripped her hips firmly and began a steady rhythm of thrusting. Psly alternated the thrusts with the motions of the device as Michelle began howling again. 

Psly kept it at a slow pace, both to keep himself from going off to quickly and to get the most out of her, as Michelle slammed back into him. She was uttering sharp moans with each slow motion, and when he popped her lightly on the cheek with the palm of his hand, Michelle shivered and gasped. Psly swatted her ass again, and Michelle quivered around him. He slowed again; reaching underneath her with one hand while the other came back for another swat. Pausing for just a moment, Psly grinned as Michelle howled, an almost frustrated tone in her voice. 

Then, the pads turned on and fingers pinched Michelle's clit, she felt his shaft slide deep inside her anus, and heard a sharp crack as Psly's hand impacted on her ass. The mini hand took up its task at the same instant, and Michelle cried out, a long undulating wail that gained in both intensity and pitch, ending in a shriek reminiscent of a train whistle. Her whole body rippled, the movement centering on the muscles in her rectum and vagina.

The force of Michelle's climax sent Psly over the brink as well, and he exploded deep within her bowels. He collapsed to the side then, the cable slackening and retracting into his arm slowly as they both fought for breath. Psly smiled as he saw Michelle's glazed-over expression, and simply pulled her close to him before drifting into a doze himself, one last thought forming words that escaped his lips in a hoarse whisper. 

"Payback's a stone cold slitch, querida, but fun nonetheless, neh?" 



Can't Keep a Good Elf Down Ch. 07



((I'd like to thank a veritable cadre of friends who've inspired me to write again. This was started six years ago, rewritten twice from scratch, and nearly dumped into the recycle bin. It's been a long time coming, and I do hope you like it! As always, feedback is eagerly awaited!))

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Fiona Briette-Blue, a woman of medium height and stark white waist-length hair, sighed from behind the counter of a small, yet highly specialized shop. Lithe and lean, she'd spent her whole life training, crafting, living and breathing weapons and munitions. Fiona knew of at least seventy ways to kill a man from any given angle, distance, or situation, not that she would ever use that knowledge. A legacy from her family, turned into a lucrative small business that a certain cyber-enhanced elf frequented rather regularly. Metal gleamed from the walls, reflecting the early afternoon sunlight. Weapons of every available shape and size adorned the walls, some edged, others more complex. However, business was rather slow of late.

Hope of a more exciting day appeared in the sound of a high-revving motorcycle engine, and the squeal of tires outside her shop's main window. Fiona smiled as the door creaked open, causing a welcoming jingle from the overhanging bell. "Psly!" she yelled, "what's got you comin' by my shop today?"

"Nuttin' but'a bit'a conversation, an' mebbe them titanium arrows Ah ordered las' month." Pslyder winked as he grinned widely; it was a long running joke between the two, as he always made his own arrow shafts. No "elf" worth his pointy ears ever did otherwise. "Got any caf brewin' up inna back yet?"

Fiona laughed, "You and your ultra-spiffy arrows. Yeesh. And yes, I'd just brewed up a pot to keep myself awake until closing. Cream and sugar?" Briefly, the mention of cream brought about a memory of a month or two earlier. Pslyder and his friend Harris had come up with a brilliant moneymaking idea, in the form of a risqué "Ladies of Rhy'Din" calendar, complete with a small biography on the women adorning the pages. Fiona had opted for the final shoot, as the Lady of the Month for December. 

Psly nodded, before a shiny sharp-and-pointy-object caught his eye. Fiona chuckled to herself, preparing two mugs of the stout coffee as she reminisced on that entertaining day. Most of the women involved had opted for fancy and revealing costumes provided by one of the clothing shops in town, but Fiona decided to be somewhat different in her choice of attire. As an added bonus, her clever little idea was worlds less expensive to make.

She'd shown up dressed normally, and went in the back to change as Psly and his blue-haired counterpart (the blue being from extreme coloration, not age) prepared the bar for their photo shoot. All preparations had ceased the moment she opened the door and stepped out into the room. Both men were rendered speechless, as her costume was nothing more than a long strand of wide red ribbon, tied with a bow in the back, that stretched across her ample chest and darted down, passing between her thighs and up her spine to meet the cross-wise band. Red leather boots and a typical Santa hat completed the costume, accenting the ruby-red nail polish and matching lip-gloss. In one hand, she held the other half of her costume idea. A large can of spray-on whipped cream. On several nights since, she'd lain in bed, lazily stroking herself to the memories of slipping out of the ribbon and covering her nipples and thatch in whipped cream as the cameras flashed in rapid succession. Fiona chuckled quietly as she stirred the coffee, her mind drifting back to the image of Psly, pounding his head against the hardwood bar in order to keep his mind on the task at hand, instead of bodily tossing Harris out the window and pouncing on her. 

Shaking herself out of the reverie, Fiona took a steaming cup in each hand and walked back out to the showroom where Psly was idly perusing the merchandise. For a moment, she was grateful that her thick apron and gray jumpsuit hid her tightened nipples from view. "Coffee's ready, Psly. Finding everything alright?"

"Eh, y'know how Ah work, chica. Ah jus' browse fer'a bit b'fo' makin' up mah mind. How's th' biz t'day?" Psly chatted nonchalantly as he looked at the various implements on display. He'd finally scored an off day, and Fiona's shop was oddly relaxing. Might have been the company, or the fact that he could come at any time dressed up or down and get the same, friendly, non-worshipping service. Fawning toadies were best filed under bulldrek that got old fast. Psly made his way to the counter to accept one of the cups with a genuine look of gratitude. "Thanks, petit. This's gon' hit th' spot right nice."

As she took a careful sip, Fiona casually took a glance over her friend's wardrobe. From the denim jeans and jacket to the cotton button-down shirt to the untied combat boots, everything spoke of being comfortable. "I see they finally let you take a breather. It's about time, if you ask me. You work too hard, Psly." She paused for a moment, enjoying more of the coffee. "Tell you what. How about we both take a break? Business is rather slow today, and I don't see any of those rich snobby types coming in to make a purchase that would be worth me being bored out of my skull. Care to walk some in the market district with me?"

Psly chuckled a little behind his cup. "Takin' me shoppin', darlin'? Whaht will th' neighbors think?" Ever the caffeine fiend, Psly blew on his coffee a moment to cool it further, and then drained the cup as fast as he could swallow. "Ahhh," he sighed, "Much better. Ah don' see how some browsin' could hurt." He set the cup on the counter and smiled. "Want some help changin' or should Ah keep m'self busy out heah?"

Fiona laughed, placing her cup near his. "Only if you plan to get out of here a lot later than it would take me changing by myself, ya lech," she teased, "You keep looking at the blades, and I'll be back in a jif." With that, she spun on her heel and walked into the back, her former dark mood brightened considerably.

A few moments later, after a rapid change into a flowing knee-length tan skirt, white blouse, matching tan vest, and heeled boots, Fiona was nearly dragging Psly into the beginnings of Rhy'Din's main shopping district, a few blocks away from her shop. She'd picked the location with the mindset that most of her serious customers wouldn't want to go into a weapons store next to a perfume merchant. "C'mon, slowpoke! I haven't been shopping in ages!" Already, the stroll in the afternoon sun had done wonders to lighten her spirits.

Psly, cursed with the typical male mentality of what shopping entailed, groaned inwardly. It seemed that the first place Fiona was bee lining towards was the dreaded shoe store, bane of all men's existence. Ah well, he thought, what else were friends for, except to rescue each other from boredom and misery? Looking around, Psly noticed a distinct lack of customers. It would seem most people in this town did their shopping either much earlier or much later in the day. As far as he was concerned, that was all to the good. That made for a distinct lack of inane conversation.

Fiona danced happily from row to row, grabbing a decent number of boxes in her size. The lone sales clerk, a youngish man of middling looks and personality, nearly tripped over his own feet trying to rush over to where Fiona had set the boxes down. She smiled at him, letting the clerk take a few of the shoes out as she levered off one of the boots. "Hey, Psly?" she asked, "You still remember that calendar idea you and Harris had a month or so back?" Looking down, she stood and walked around in the sandal the clerk had put on her foot, wrinkling her nose in distaste. "Nah, not that one. It just doesn't feel right."

Psly shrugged from his seat. "Ayeah. Thaht camera's still collectin' dust up in mah closet, matter'a fact. Somethin' tells me we ain't gonna get another shot at thaht. Seemed like a good idea at th' time, though. Why d'ya ask?" The cyber-elf slouched further down in his seat, idly calling up an old music video from his headware memory into a picture-in-picture display in his field of vision.

After trying on a third shoe without finding the right fit, Fiona selected a pair of teal sandals and glanced over at Psly, her eyes twinkling mischievously as an idea flitted through her head. "Oh, no real reason, I suppose." She turned to better face him, then bent down to adjust the sandal on her foot for a moment. Psly, being ever attentive, couldn't help but shut off the video as he found himself staring straight down her blouse to her belly button, even catching a glimpse of nipple on either side of the parted fabric. Slowly, he adjusted his mirrorshades and straightened in his seat, taking in the view.

Fiona held her pose for a moment, wondering if Psly had noticed her "accidental" flash, before the polite cough of the sales clerk jolted her off balance and made her sit down abruptly in surprise. However, the chair that could've been helpful instead showed the perversity of the inanimate, stubbornly being about two feet away from Fiona's target zone. Feet flying uncomfortably ceiling-ward, Fiona's skirt fluttered up to hip level as she landed on her ass and rolled back to her shoulder blades. Both the sales clerk and Psly were momentarily motionless, staring at Fiona's white-cotton clad crotch before jumping to help the poor girl to her feet.

The lovely white-haired young woman stood for a brief moment, straightening her attire, then excused herself to the clerk, paid for the sandals, and nearly dragged Psly from the store. Soon, the pair found themselves in front of an al fresco style restaurant, where Fiona's stomach protested the profound lack of attention up to that point. Psly, ever keen of hearing and feeling a mite peckish himself, spoke up.

"So, how's a bite ta eat sound?" The elf stood, smiling patiently.

Fiona, her mind still occupied by Psly's and the clerk's reaction, shook her head slightly. "Oh! Sure, I suppose. Why not?"

They took a seat outside, Psly flagging down a passing waiter for a menu. Absently, Fiona glanced over the specials and such, before pointing at some random soup-and-sandwich deal, paired with a lager from the local brewery. Psly took it easy on the fellow, saying two of the same would do just fine. The cyber-elf noted how distracted she seemed to be, and wisely kept his trap shut while they waited, silently indicating for a second round of lager once the waiter brought their mugs to the table.

Fiona was most certainly distracted, her brain warring between mortification and excitement over what the two men witnessed. In a way it was nearly the same as her photo shoot. The differences were how public the accident was, though what was shown could be considered outright tame by comparison. A flush rose to her cheeks, and Fiona stood.

"I'll be right back, Psly. Gotta use the potty." Decorum not being her strongest suit, after all. Rapidly, Fiona dashed through the restaurant and into the ladies' room, where she took a good long look at her reflection in the mirror as a multitude of conflicting thoughts scrambled through her mind.

"What am I doing?" She thought to herself. "I mean, it's a giggle watching him try not to look down my blouse, but him and that clerk seeing under my skirt? Gods that was embarrassing!" She blushed, turning into the stall to relieve herself. Fiona sat there, finished her business, and sat there a little longer, pondering and thinking. "But ... " Excitement finally won out, and something sparked in her mind. She smiled, the evil grin getting wider and wider as she simply cleaned herself, flushed, and stepped out of the white cotton panties. Fiona picked them up, looked around, and casually dropped them into the wastebasket, her excitement showing clearly in the form of diamond-hard nipples, poking against her loosened blouse. She let the skirt drop back down, settling around her knees again, and left the restroom with a newfound flounce to her step.

Fiona managed to make it back to the table without causing a stir, though she felt very flushed at the new sensations of the breeze tickling the thatch of white hair at her crotch, alternating between shockingly cool and blazingly hot between her labia as more and more moisture seeped out with each new tingle. She carefully dropped into her seat, eyeing the meal in front of her hungrily, and a smile crossed her face as she saw Psly had already started digging into his portions. She finished her food quickly, almost disappointed at the long tablecloth that hid her newly-free state from everyone passing by, no matter how much her legs danced around with the excited foot-tapping she found herself doing.

Psly waved down the waiter, taking the check and paying for the meal before Fiona could protest, and sat back with a contented sigh, while his mirrorshades hid the occasional glance to the pair of small protrusions on the front of her blouse. "A'ight then, were we goin' to next?"

"Oh I thought we could look at some of the summery fashion shops," Fiona replied with a mysterious smile. All sorts of thoughts were racing through her mind as she looked around. Psly let out another sigh, this one not as content, but in for a penny, he thought to himself.

The waiter returned with the change, and Psly waved it off with a grin. "Keep it, chummer. Them were some good eats." They both stood, and walked casually down the street, where a window full of colorful outfits caught Fiona's eye. "Ooooh, Psly! Let's go in here!" She playfully tugged at his hand, dragging him towards the door to the shop and inside. Psly followed, chuckling softly to himself. His expression got more introspective, as he took note of the outfits Fiona was picking out. 

She took an armful of them with her towards the dressing room, pausing near a seat by the opening. "You sit here so you can tell me how they look! And I want your honest opinion, alright?" She giggled softly as Psly took a seat, leaning back as comfortably as he could manage, then she slipped into the changing room to set the outfits down. Fiona turned to close the curtain, and paused with a wicked little smile, drawing the curtain mostly closed, and began shrugging out of her blouse, wondering what all Psly might see in the mirror. She gasped after she slipped the skirt over her hips, touching her slit with a finger and marveling at how slick she was. She stood there a moment, looking at her naked body in the mirror, turning this way and that, admiring the way her white hair fell down her back, and how the thatch of white blended well with her slightly-tanned skin. She hadn't made a habit of sunbathing in her life, but genetics had blessed her with a mildly olive skin-tone that offset the paleness of her hair very well. 

She picked up a cute little spaghetti-strapped top made of soft linen in navy blue and slipped it over her head, tugging it down to cover her breasts. It stopped at her mid-riff, and Fiona couldn't help but gently trail a finger over her stiffened nipples as they poked out the fabric. She reached down to grab a short ruffled skirt of a much darker blue and turned to step into it, before the proverbial devil on her shoulder whispered a naughty little thought into her ear, metaphorically speaking. "Oops!" Fiona giggled, letting go to let the skirt fall to the carpet.

Psly was peering around the store, almost enjoying the quiet and spotting a few other things he wouldn't mind seeing Fiona in, when her voice caught his attention, causing him to turn his head just in time to see her squat down to grab the fallen skirt. His eyes went wide behind the mirrorshades as he was treated to an unobstructed view between Fiona's spread legs, his eyes locking in on the image of the trimmed patch of white perched above a pair of glistening lips, almost beckoning as they spread while he watched. 

Fiona carefully looked over her shoulder, spotting Psly in the mirror, catching him with a slack-jawed expression on his face. She laughed silently, fiddling with the skirt for a very brief moment before standing again and stepping into it, turning fully to look at herself again. She frowned a little, seeing that the blue just didn't look quite right against her skin tone. Her gaze drifted over the other clothes, finally falling on a muted green outfit much like the blue one, and she quickly stepped out of the skirt while shrugging the top off, letting both fall down to her feet. This color would be perfect with her new sandals, she thought, and she slipped into the faux-chemise and skirt to pirouette in the mirror, smiling. The skirt, just a little shorter than the one Fiona had dropped, came to rest a good six inches above her knee, and looked fabulous against her skin. She spun again, going wide-eyed and breathless as the skirt plated out to hint at showing the bottoms of the globes of her ass, and very nearly came up high enough to show off white hair. "I'm gonna have to be careful in this!" She thought to herself, the grin threatening to become a permanent feature on her face.

Fiona flung open the curtain, leaving the rest of the outfits on the bench, with her blouse and skirt hanging over one arm, her boots dangling from the other hand. "Well Psly? What do you think of this?" She giggled and pirouetted in front of him, much slower this time, so as to not give anything away.

Psly's response was a slow, low-pitched whistle, followed by a quirky grin. "Thaht looks downright dangerous on ya, Fi. Ah think Ah'm gon' hafta find m'self a nice heavy stick t'fend 'em off'a ya." He chuckled, his eyes trailing up and down from toes to the top of Fiona's head, just enjoying the sight.

Fiona simply giggled, slipped on the sandals, and handed her old clothes to Psly. "You mind carrying these for me? I've gotta go pay for this!" She slipped her money pouch out of the pocket of her old skirt, and nearly skipped on the way to the counter where she paid quickly for her new outfit. She brought a bag over for Psly to drop the garments and boots into, so they wouldn't be overly cumbersome as they walked.

Now Psly, as some may remember, had possession of a certain jewel, a mark of rank in the dueling community. It was an Opal, yellow in coloration, somewhat magical in nature, and uniquely named MoonBeryl. Unlike the other four Opals, the effects of MoonBeryl were singular in nature. As they walked, Psly looked down at Fiona, marveling at her cleavage for a while, before he chanced on an evil little notion of his own. He stopped just before stepping up onto a covered walkway, calling on the Opal's ability to move objects with a thought, and telekinetically gave Fiona's clit a tiny little nudge.

Fiona, who was becoming more and more excited with every sway of her hips and rush of air along her nearly soaking slit, didn't even have time to speak at Psly's pause before she felt a very physical friction on her nub, causing her breath to hitch in her chest. And more importantly, making her foot to not quite gain enough altitude for her sandal to clear the step. She stumbled forward, catching herself with her hands before she fell, and took a second to let her eyes flutter as she fought from moaning out loud.

Psly, meanwhile, stood behind her, grinning wildly as he recorded and took photo after photo of her now bared ass, all the while keeping an ear out for any other lucky passersby. Fiona finally regained her feet, the skirt falling back into place, and turned to Psly with a quizzical expression. "Wow, I am kinda klutzy today, aren't I?" Psly only chuckled softly in response. Then, a suggestion came to mind. "'Ow 'bout some coffee? Ah'm needin' a caffeine booster. B'sides, y'din't ever tell me why y'brought up thaht ol' photo shoot thang like y'did."




Can't Keep a Good Elf Down Ch. 07



"Coffee?" Fiona blinked in surprise. "Welllll ... sure, coffee sounds good, I guess." She linked arms with Psly again, and they drifted down the street towards an open-air bakery with picnic tables lining its front porch, known for its exquisite coffee blends. They stood in line for a pair of iced mocha-espresso drinks, and sat at one of the outer corner tables to take a load off their feet, facing each other across the table. Both Fiona and Psly took a sip quietly, watching a few people walking in the distance, before Psly again brought up the subject of the photo shoot.

"Oh. That." Fiona giggled, blushing softly. "You really wanna know why I brought that up, don't you?" She sighed, looking off into the distance. "Well, you remember that guy who I dated back then, don't you?"

Psly nodded quietly. "Grey somethin'r'othah. Ah also recollect he din't really like y'posin' like y'were. Din't y'all break up right aftah thaht?" He watched her, studying her body language, and concentrating on using the Opal to very lightly touch the insides of Fiona's thighs. He had other targets in mind, but felt that a slow build-up would yield much better results than a direct attack.

Fiona sighed, unconsciously leaning forward and opening her knees to the touch she barely felt. If it hadn't been for the distracting conversation, she would've taken much more notice of her posture. "Yeah. He turned out to be a real jealous ass. Kept on saying how I should just sleep with all the guys in Rhy'Din and get it over with." Sullen anger competed with involuntary response in her mind.

Pslyder also leaned forward a touch, lengthening the stroking to come to mid-thigh as Fiona sipped her coffee drink. "Ah figured's much. But Ah'd be willin' ta bet a sackfulla gold thaht y'had a blast durin' th' shoot." He grinned, looking at her over the mirrorshades. "In fact, Ah'd almost call thaht a sucker bet."

Fiona giggled, ducking her head and blushing hotly, looking around for anyone listening in to the conversation, the latent anger draining out of her in a rush before it could spoil her mood. "That was fun, wasn't it? I thought you were gonna break the bar, knocking your head on it like you were. Everyone's always thinking of me as 'that blacksmith girl', or 'that girl with the weapons shop'. They sure changed their tune after that!" She pushed back, humming softly to herself. "Never anything serious, though. I wish I knew why." Fiona's active conscious may not have picked up on the sensations from her legs, but other portions of her anatomy did. Her quim nearly flowing with anticipation almost matched the rock-hard stiffness in her nipples, as they brushed the fabric with every move she made.

Psly laughed, propping his chin on a fist, resting his elbow on the table. "Right. Ah tell ya though ... if'n it weren't fer th' jackass, thaht photo shoot would'a had quite a different wrap-up. Ah ain' gon' lie, petit, y'damn near had me bustin' outta mah britches playin' thaht switch-game like y'did. Ribbon an' whipped cream? Bes' costume idea, ever." And speaking of britches-busting, Psly surreptitiously shifted to relieve the pressure of a rapidly swelling member against unforgiving denim.

Fiona's eyes darted downward, the motion not going unnoticed. Her eyelids fluttered, just once, as she breathed in deeply, her hips rocking gently in time with the unseen stroking. "That's some memory you've got, Psly ..." She spoke in a slightly husky voice, not able to keep her eyes on his mirrorshades. "In fact, I'd say you were replaying that scene in your head, right now as we're talking."

Psly just shook his head slowly. "Nope. Don' need replay in th' head. Just th' eyes. Ah record ev'rythang, remember? An' Ah ain' too proud t'admit t'bein' quite put out when y'locked yerself in th' back room so's nobody could get at'cha." He winked at Fiona, letting the strokes trail almost entirely up to her now swollen lips, lightly tugging the hem of the skirt up in the process to rest higher on her lap.

The movement of the skirt, however, did not escape Fiona's attention. She blinked and looked down before the motion of the skirt could cease, then slowly looked up at Psly again with a knowing smirk. "It's you, isn't it? You're doing this ... with that Opal of yours. And before, too ... you sneaky elf you." She closed her eyes then, slowly, placing her palms on the bench and easing her shoulders back.

Psly's eyebrow went up as he noticed what that movement did to her already impressive bust, and he narrowed his eyes, looking at her. "And if'n Ah said it was, whaht then?" Just to see what would happen, Psly shifted his target, stroking the cleft of her labia with the power of the Opal, directed by his mind.

Fiona couldn't help but moan softly, her hips shifting forward as if trying to get more pressure. "Pslyder ... if you ... stop that ... I swear ... I will ... kill you." Fiona's breathing hitched each time Psly's attention moved nearer to her button, and she let her head fall backwards as she began to shudder, each shifting of her hips causing the skirt to rise higher, until finally Psly's astute eyes caught a hint of white under the green.

He chuckled softly, increasing the pressure increment by minute increment, watching the flush crawl up Fiona's tautly stretched neck, and hearing the scrape of fingernails across rough wood. His hand drifted towards his fly, trying desperately to shift his almost turgid member somewhere more comfortable. Then when he noticed Fiona starting to tremble violently, he stopped!

Fiona's head snapped forward, glaring at Psly with an obvious snarl, which subdued when he held up a finger and pointed towards the baker in the window, staring at her with a dumbfounded expression. "Ah don' think we bes' be finishin' thaht up heah. Might wind up getting' tossed out." 

Psly had barely gotten the words out of his mouth when Fiona nearly fell all over herself in her rush to escape the picnic bench. She only gave him a second to stand before she tugged at his arm insistently, her face flushed. "C'mon then! If we gotta go somewhere, then we gotta go now!" Fiona half-dragged him off the patio, leaving their drinks behind mostly untouched. Psly stumbled after her, grinning like a madman, and hatched another evil plot. Fiona nearly dropped to the ground as she felt another type of pressure, as if someone had cupped their hand over her opening and began vibrating. Panting and looking around frantically, she changed course, pulling Psly into a nearby alleyway.

Psly stood at the mouth of the alley, partially blocking any view, watching in amusement as Fiona struggled to stand upright and face him. "Oh ... okay ... you bastard ... gah ... stop toying with me all ... already!" Her breathing seemed to stop as her eyes traveled down Psly as he leaned against a wall nonchalantly. She rushed toward him, her fingers fumbling at his fly to get ahold of the swollen prize inside. Psly took half a step backwards, giving way against this new assault, and mumbled softly. "Hmmmm." 

Fiona's knees went weak as she felt the cupping take on a new shape, feeling more like a ridged cylinder trying to wedge itself into her folds. Every time her fingers undid another button of Psly's fly, she felt the cylindrical thing slide along her slit, the ridges wiggling her clit slowly, but with increasing pressure and pleasure. Her knees finally gave out as the last button came undone, and her hands grasped at the exposed length of Psly's aroused penis. Fiona wrapped her hands around him, staring at the small droplet that oozed out from the tip, licking her lips in anticipation. She took the head into her mouth, letting out a squeak as she felt the sensation between her thighs speed up, almost as if rewarding her for the action.

Psly let the back of his head thump against the wall, a low growl forming in his chest as Fiona began suckling at the length of his shaft. She wasn't trying to take the entire thing at once, but her enthusiasm just couldn't be ignored. He heard Fiona's breathing start to become ragged, and looked down as she paused in her oral ministrations, watching as she roughly pinched at a nipple through the fabric of her shirt. Psly reached down to take a hold of her sides, lifting her up and spinning them around, placing her back against the wall as Fiona's eyes locked onto his over the 'shades. She used his grip to lift one of her legs, curling it over his hip to draw Psly into her with a grunt.

Psly moaned as her movement sank his erection to the hilt in her silky warmth. He withdrew slowly, almost completely, before slamming into Fiona again, causing her to gasp as she stared at him open-mouthed. Fiona whimpered each time Psly's pelvis crashed into hers, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders for support as she tried valiantly to get him deeper and deeper still.

A grunt escaped from Psly every time he thrust forward, one hand dropping to cup under her ass while the other slid up her torso, bringing the linen of her top with it as he began kneading her now-exposed breast in his grasp. Fiona shuddered, whispering softly, "Oh gods ... oh ... oh gods ... ungh ..."

Psly's own breathing was becoming hoarse and halting, when he noticed a movement out of the corner of his eye. Quickly, he ducked out of Fiona's arms, withdrawing completely, and pulled her away from the wall and in front of him before she could protest. Fiona whined as Psly spun her around, until she found herself bent at the waist with Psly behind her, giving her just enough time to squeak before the grip on her hips yanked her backwards, driving the wind from her in a rush as his cock slammed into her.

Fiona's hands drifted down, pulling her top up and away from her swinging breasts, taking ahold of both nipples in her fingers as Psly pounded into her from behind. She felt that familiar trembling again, hoping Psly wouldn't keep her from the stampede of an orgasm she'd felt building all this time, when she felt him lean down and heard a whispering voice in her ear.

"We've got company, petit." Fiona's eyes flew open at Psly's mumbled words, gaping in disbelief at the other end of the alleyway, where the image of the shoe-store clerk staring in shock at them presented itself in full-color glory. She tried to speak, but it was at that moment when her body decided enough was enough, and a full panoply of fireworks exploded in her brain.

"OH GODS!!!!!" Fiona shrieked as Psly caught her, growling out his own release as her channel twitched and flexed violently around his shaft. Her hands hit the ground as her knees gave way again, her quim reluctantly letting go of Psly's penis with an oddly wet shlurping noise when she fell forward, gasping for breath. The spattering of the last of Psly's copious load landing against the bare skin of her back barely registered as she fought to breathe against the waves of her powerful orgasm.

Psly muttered a curse as he looked around, knowing that Fiona's yelling wouldn't go unnoticed by the populace at large, frantically tucking his softening member back into his pants and buttoning the fly. He reached down to scoop up the trembling form of Fiona, and launched upwards in a powerful, Opal-assisted leap to the rooftop of the next building.

Psly knelt down, paying no heed to the combination of their juices leaking out of Fiona's still quivering cunt, holding her curled up form tight to him as her breathing slowed to normal. He slowly tried rearranging her clothing to a more normal state as she flopped back, laying limply in his arms before she reached up to take ahold of his wrist.

Fiona took a deep, shuddery breath, and looked into Psly's eyes, a smile forming on her lips. "Wow." She paused, and then the smile took over her features. "Is your weekend open, Psly?" She giggled as Psly responded with nothing more than a smirk, before she hugged tight to him as he ran across the rooftops back to her store.



Can't Keep a Good Elf Down



He was teasing her mercilessly, and he knew it. He had one last bit of fun, and while his hands were busy kneading her calves, he puckered his lips and blew slightly into the cleft between her legs.

Her eyes opened as wide as possible as her back arched and her hands clenched the table. And that did it. The sudden shock of cold air hitting her swollen clit, sent her right over the edge, and her muscles convulsed and twitched as she rode the waves of orgasm. 

"Oh . . .Oh . . .OH!!" she gasped, and then relaxed once more, falling forward onto the table. "Oh my God..." she sighed, shuddering slightly.

Hiding his chuckle and a grin, Psly murmured, "It's alright. Thaht happens sometimes with massage. Releasing of body tension results in physical release." He was trying to sound knowledgeable, but he was just having too much fun at this point. 

He applied more oil to his hands again, and started working up from the top, standing in front of her this time as he worked her shoulders again, the pads going up to medium speed.

Alicia opened her eyes at the increase in the vibrations, and had the additional pleasure of being eye level with his crotch. She stared longingly at the bulging denim, an involuntary moan escaping her lips. 

She could tell he was more than a little excited, and this just turned her on even more; the tingling was rapidly becoming a blazing inferno, blocking out all thought but that what she wanted was right in front of her; and she wanted it badly. Her fingers flexed on the table as he just kept on finding those pressure points that sent shivers right to her core, and she licked her lips as she kept on staring at that layer of denim separating her from her desire.

He smiled to himself, enjoying being the teaser for once, as he carefully made his way down to the towel, and very slowly made his way under it, working the outside of her hips first, and inching up until he was massaging a handful of cheek in each vibrating hand. He even slipped a finger down to where the hip joined the thigh, scant centimeters from her labia, and grinned again as she gasped and rolled her hips up at him.

Alicia was no longer coherent as she felt the vibrating pass so close to where she desperate for his touch. She was just reaching a hand up to feel him when he moved out of her sight and worked down her legs again. Something akin to a whine and a purr escaped her lips as those hands went up her calves, and kneaded the backs of her thighs. 

Seeing her unconsciously spread her legs wider, Psly, could tell what effect he was having on her; he didn't need his special optics to see that ... simply put, she was drenched. 

He chuckled one more time, then murmured "Hmm...need more oil..." Turning the pads off, he stopped massaging with one hand, and reached up to feel what he was so enjoying viewing. Spotting her engorged clit with ease, he quickly but carefully pinched it between his finger and thumb, turning those pads on to pulse, which switched them between 'Low' and 'Hello God' in time with his heartbeat.

"Oh nyyyuuurrGGGGHHHH!!!" she screamed as her orgasm hit her like a midtown express bus. Finally, he'd touched where she'd been dying for him to and as she'd imagined, it was sheer intense ecstasy. Wave upon wave of electricity coursed through her in time with the pulsing. Held in thrall to this electrifying sensation, she continued to convulse and twitch. 

Eventually, slowly, she came down from her high. 

When Alicia eventually became aware of her surroundings, she guessed that she must have blacked out momentarily - an occasional reward of having a truly mind-blowing orgasm - and thrashed around a lot too: she had awakened on her back. 

Sensing Psly's proximity, she looked up to see him holding out yet another glass of the wine which she'd spent most of the afternoon drinking. 

What was it with him; was he trying to get her drunk? Firstly he couldn't -it would take a vineyard or two and anyway he didn't need any help at all to get into her panties, or get her out of them. Just being Pslyder was good enough.

Sitting up slowly, still a little disorientated, she gratefully reached for the glass, and began to sip from it steadily, eyeing him as she did so.

Appearing comfortable with her nudity, Alicia began to leisurely run her fingertips randomly over her breasts, paying particular attentions to her hardened nipples. She noted Psly's approval in his intense gaze, which followed her every movement; his increasingly rapid and jerky breathing, and the impressive erection threatening to burst out of his pants.

Draining the glass, and tossing it to one side, she turned to look at him, an expression of sheer feral desire on her face. Facing him on her hands and knees, she watched him take a couple of steps back whilst continuing to smile: to take pleasure in her arousal. Unwilling to let him get too far away, she pounced, wrapping her legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders. Alicia took him to the floor and began tearing at his clothes in her haste to get them off, and run her hands over his bare skin. 

Invigorated by her passion, Psly picked her up bodily, by the hips and slid his shoulders in under her ass, eager to show her one of the fringe benefits of his implanted air tank. The ability to hold ones breath - even when not underwater - for over ten minutes at a time was perfect for this and other assorted pleasures. He buried his face in her moist slit, licking slowly from her anus to her clit, taking time, every so often, to dip his tongue inside her pussy to get a good taste of her juices.

She began writhing on top of him, moans and gasps escaping from her lungs as he administered to her with his talented tongue. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her, making time seem endless: seemingly like hours, until she couldn't take it anymore. 

She reached behind her and grabbed a firm hold upon his cock. Her other hand worked furiously at the button, almost ripping it from the jeans as she finally got it undone and worked the zipper down. Setting his shaft free from the confines, she kept that hand wrapped around him as she shifted her way down his body, at last spearing herself upon him. Loud screams of pleasure erupted from her as she thrust herself upon him again and again, her vaginal muscles rippling around him with each movement. 

Her animal passion proved to be the last straw in a long stretch of sexual tension, and even with every trick he used to calm himself, he was soon roaring out his own pleasure as his climax overcame him swiftly, coating her channel thickly with his seed. She finally collapsed on top of him, totally spent and exhausted, as he came down from his sexual high. 

They lay there for a few moments while he caught his breath, slipping from her as his penis softened. Neither said a word. Nothing could top that experience

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Carefully carrying Alicia to her studio, Psly placed her in a reclining chair before returning to bring her clothes. 

She opened her eyes, smiling wearily at him. "That. Was. Incredible." Psly smiled back, a hint of amusement in his eyes. 

After placing her bedraggled clothes over the back of her desk chair, he glanced over to see her slumped in the seat. She looked almost comatose: eyes closed, no movement, but breathing steadily. Smiling again, he covered her with one of his sheets, and closed her door behind him. 

Sweeping up the remains of her glass and cleaning up the rest of the mess kept him occupied for a while. But it wasn't long before he was finished and out in the waiting room, observing that no one had come by - no phone messages or angry notes pushed under the door - in the few hours they'd been busy. He'd been right about the weather. Taking that as an indication that it was pointless to stay open, he gathered his jacket and locked the front door behind him. 

A quick phone call to Kaja's bike phone, would let her know that no one had stopped by and he had closed up for the day. Anyway it wouldn't be too much of a problem as Alicia was probably going to be there all night - she looked wasted enough to sleep the whole night through. 

Walking through town, he was acutely aware that the day definitely looked brighter now than it did when he woke up. At least now his mind wasn't wondering about how and who to get laid.

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