Reach Down With Love: A Story of a Dark Elf Mistress, Her Eager Kobold Slaves and a Divine Blessing

A common occurrence: Dark elves attack a kobold tribe, enslaving the kobolds after an unusually brief battle.

House warriors notice these kobold react strangely to their presence, but they dismiss the strange stares and freezing as shock and fear. They fail to notice the little stone elf-like statuettes in their new slaves' homes.

House mistress tortures new kobold slaves regularly, although after a while even she notices they are unusually subservient and docile.

After a particularly difficult house meeting the mistress wanders around her mansion aimlessly, finding herself full of tension and needing a massage. Only some kobolds are nearby, frozen and watching her every movement with their usual strange looks.

She orders them to give her a massage, threatening them with death should they do a bad job. At least she'll get some amusement out of killing the useless little things, she thinks.

They start caressing her slowly, whispering. It's really good, surprisingly good. They know exactly where to touch her and how, and she slowly relaxes.

She almost falls asleep, rises suddenly, shouts at them, whips them in confused anger and walks away. How could she drop her guard like that? She doesn't know.

After the next house meeting she finds herself searching for a group of kobold slaves and the scene repeats itself. This time they are less hesitant, their touch more purposeful. It's even better than before. When she relaxes completely she rises and walks away, caressing the chin of the largest kobold. He leans forward and almost falls as her finger moves, forked tongue extending as if trying to remain in touch with her.

She walks away, smiling.

After the next house meeting this happens again. She is lying down now, on a soft couch, surrounded by whispering, eager kobolds. They massage her back and feet softly, and as she relaxes she can feel their deft little hands moving, filling her with a warm feeling she hasn't felt for quite a while.

She wakes up, refreshed. It's been hours, the kobolds are nowhere to be seen. Although they couldn't have possibly hurt her she still feels strange, letting her guard down like that.

This happens again, and again, and again. She becomes more forceful during house meetings, her sometimes too-bold daughers now withdrawing before this strange new inner conviction.

Another house meeting passes, another massage session. A few cycles pass and she becomes restless. She askes her chosen mate to caress her back, but his hands are too smooth, too large. It's just not the same. She slaps him hard and pushes him away, grabs some bedsheets and walks out.

She moves swiftly through the dark corridors until she reaches the kobold dens below. They huddle next to each other, dozens of warm shapes whispering, gathered around a figure at the center of the cavern. When she comes close they notice her and make way, staring.

At the center of the kobold den there is a statue of simple stone, about her height. It is her likeness, in fact, a naked female form of rock, her pose seductive, displaying her nude body for the kobolds to worship.

She stands there, all their eyes focused on her as if there's nothing else in the universe. Slowly her hands part and the bedsheets covering her fall to the ground. She mimics the pose of the statue, her hips swaying slightly to one side, her arms parted in an accepting, inviting gesture.

The kobolds come closer, fearful at first, but growing bolder. The largest among them extends his hand briefly, touches her thigh and withdraws. When she does not react he touches her again, this time caressing her thigh slowly.

The other kobolds come closer as well, mimicking their leader. Dozens of hands caress her body, touching her legs, her back. Slowly they guide her to the ground, spreading the sheets that she brought with her and laying her down, on her stomach. She relaxes as she obeys their silent commands, her usual combative instincts now dormant, a warm feeling growing within her.

Her eyes closed, she feels their small hands moving across her back, her lower legs and feet. Both her feet are lifted up, she feels the dextrous little creatures carefully massage every toe as their brothers pour soothing oils on her lower back.

Slowly the kobolds grow bolder, their whispers quieter. Their hands travel along her body, applying oil along her thighs, along her ribs. Ever so slowly they reach below her body, caressing the sides of her breasts. For a moment she is tense, but then others start caressing her thighs, her lower back, and all tension is replaced by a heat she felt only a few times in the past. She moans, her legs parting slightly.

The kobolds are relentless. Their little hands are everywhere now, moving slowly and reaching below her, circling her breasts. Her senses are flaring as the heat within her increases, the kobolds feeling it, responding. She can feel their tongues flickering, licking her feet, between her toes, as their brothers massage the sides of her buttocks. She can feel the touch of claws along the edges of her areolae, gentle yet ever so slightly painful. Moaning, her nipples are now painfully erect.

She feels pressure underneath her hips as they guide her buttocks slightly upwards, all the while their hands massage her body, some caressing her thighs, her calves, her arms. Two kobolds massage her hands, spreading the fingers, licking and caressing. Others her back, her lower back, her buttocks. Their hands reach her inner thighs and push slightly, she surrenders, spreading her legs.

As the others touch her entire body she can briefly feel only one thing - a finger lightly caressing her sex. She shivers, another moan escapes. she feels a kobold lightly move her hair to the side, warm breath on her ear, a tiny lick, a tiny nibble.

She moves her hips, parts her legs farther, a primal gesture, needy. The kobolds obey, as always. The largest of them lies down underneath her, his face below her sex. He touches her now, feeling her body shake and hearing her moans.

His fingers slowly caress the lips of her sex, his tongue flickering along their length. She shivers again while other claws touch her nipples softly, as sharp teeth barely touch her ear lobes, as tongues flicker between her toes, as expert hands move along her thighs.

She is lost to the heat now, and his fingers enter her. Her back arches, another moan. Small hands guide her back down, massaging, relaxing. claws circle her areolae, moving across her nipples. The fingers inside her start moving, exploring her sex, gentle despite the claws. They move back and forth, all the while his tongue licks her.

She presses down on his face, one finger between her teeth as she attempts to keep from moaning too loudly. A kobold reaches for her hand, takes it, caressing. There is nothing to hold back her moans now. Other hands explore her entire body as the largest kobold moves his fingers inside her sex, licking.

Lightning passes through her body. She moans, breathes heavily, her hips press hard on top of his face as he touches a spot of heat. His brothers keep touching her while he now focuses on that spot, rubbing. His tongue explores the folds of flesh at her upper sex as he moves his hand faster and faster.

Her surroundings fade, her entire body is burning now. She moans uncontrollably as a storm of raw ecstasy spreads throughout her. For a few moments she feels nothing but fiery pleasure, her thighs pressing against the kobold's head, her hips against his face. Her scream echoes in the underground chamber, her back arches.

She doesn't know how long the feeling lasts. The waves of her orgasm flow over her again and again, until she is totally spent. She relaxes slowly, her body still shivering, she feels his tongue still there, licking until she is calm. The hands caress her, slowly withdrawing as well.

She lays there for a few moments, stunned, the last remnants of her orgasm fading away. Her mind is racing, trying to make sense of what happened on the floor of this slave den. What was this? Where did these kobolds come from? How did they know where to touch her so expertly? 

The mistress rises, her oiled, naked form covered in sweat. As she looks at the kobolds kneeling around her in worship she comes to the only conclusion that makes sense - they are a gift from the goddess, a sign of her blessing. Oh yes, she thinks, she must bring her daughters here. All house priestesses must share in this strange sign of favor, all from youngest to oldest.

She leaves her sheets there as she starts walking, deep in thought, nude, lithe body stretching. Without looking back she leaves the cavern, feeling tiny touches on her thighs as she steps through the surrounding kobolds.

The slave den is silent now. The kobolds stay quiet for a while, then whisper to each other, afraid to break the spell. They help their leader up, he is swaying as if made drunk by the prolonged contant with her, his long tongue drooping, tired. Slowly, reverently, he picks up her satin sheets. They all came closer, each touching a tiny piece. Together they drape the sheets around her statue, like a cloak, and kneel down in worship.

For every thinking being stops and worships with true faith when their gods reach down to them with love.