Alt Ending: The Elf, the Tiefling, and their Master (BAD END)

Sir Henry has a lot of visitors these days.

Voices seem to come and go, belonging to important people, and important beings.

Sometimes he is visited by frightening creatures who stare at Lavorra and Zeya with animal lust. Actually, most of his guests do that.

But they never truly fear, because Sir Henry keeps them safe.

It is so wonderful, Lavorra knows, having a constant companion in Zeya. They share a bed - Sir Henry’s bed - and on mornings that their master doesn’t want to use one or both of them right away, they wake up together, tangled in one another arms.

They dress and bathe together, matching in soft white dresses, or exotic silks. Sometimes, if they’ve been particularly good, or if Sir Henry is tired, they’re allowed to play together, though always with him watching.

Zeya is very good with her fingers, and her tongue

And on days where frightening thoughts surface, or Lavorra feels sad, she has her Zeya by her side.

And of course they find such fulfilment together in serving their Sir. Sometimes he takes one of them, but usually he has both, because his pleasure is so very important that he requires greater attention. There are all sorts of things they do for him, and they’re all wonderful of course. But his favourite - and theirs - is how they are now.

Knelt side by side, dressed only in their white corsets, their hair combed and brushed straight as silk, Lavorra and Zeya service their master. Their soft round asses balance neatly on their heels, soles scrunched in pleasure. Their full, heavy breasts squash against each others, as their mouths rove his length obediently.

Lavorra feels a thrill of pleasure as her cheek brushes Zeya’s, her tongue bathing and serving Sir Henry’s cock, even as Zeya bobs her head, lips wrapping around his tip.

They moan in unison, overloaded with joy, their needy pussies throbbing as they worship like the good girls they are, knowing what pleasure they are providing, and taking such satisfaction of their own for it.

She whines happily as Sir Henry’s powerful hands take each of their heads, guiding Zeya down to his balls, and Lavorra to take her best friend’s place on his tip. Then deeper, as he slides over her tongue and into her throat. She looks up at him in adoration and worship, lips gliding over his length as she bobs her head beside Zeya.

Later, they will share his seed, just as they share everything, and wear it proudly until it is time to get clean. Zeya’s mouth works at her side, her talented lips and tongue producing a rhythm of soft sucking and slurping, joining Lavorra’s own messy sounds.

She drops one hand, finding Zeya’s and giving it a loving squeeze.

What life could be better than this?

-The End-