Carvedinstone's Saga - 20 / 04 / 2120

Carvedinstone's Saga
20 / 04 / 2120

The labia was puffy and purple, the swollen flesh nearly black in places. The bruises faded the further they got from the Elfkin's slit, which oozed a clear fluid, and they were hickies all along her thighs. Vanessë's cheeks burned in embarrassment as I surveyed the damage. She looked cut like that, with her red plaid miniskirt hiked up over her waist and a tight t-shirt for some Goblin Rock band I'd never heard of stretched out over her breasts, feet in soft pink-and-white socks.

But her pussy looked like one big bruise. I'd seen people caught in cave-ins that came out like that.

"By the Shadow," I cursed. "What the fuck have you been up to?"

"Well, Daleman let me use the strap-on on her, so I thought it fair she get to use it on me," Vanessë said softly. "Only she doesn't really have a neural port? So she can't, like, feel it the way I do? And she went a little hard."

I shook my head and reached for the kingsfoil gel. We were in Vanessë's dorm room, the same tidy little space she used for her cam shows. The long, slender legs were splayed wide as her ass hung on the edge of the bed. Around her were stuffed animals, and the shelves were filled with books, many of the titles in one of the Elvish tongues.

With gloves on, I scooped up a wad of the green goo and began to spread it on her wounded flesh.

"So Daleman paid you for another date?" I asked.

Vanessë didn't say anything, just hissed as I laid the stinging gel against the raw flesh. I looked up at her, and behind her burning cheeks, her eyes and hair had gone the color of mother-of-pearl.

"I...I didn't charge her," Vanessë said weakly. She twirled a length of plastic hair around her finger. "She's, um, she's put me on the department's call list for Elvish experts."

My scowl obviously communicated what I thought about that. Then I saw the little bruise at the corner of her lips, not quite covered by makeup.

"You've been kissing Daleman on the mouth, too," I said. Not a question or an accusation. "Are you being romantic again, 'nessë?"

I expected a refusal. Or for her to laugh off the question. Instead, her mouth bunched up into a wavy line, as if not sure whether to laugh or to cry.

"I mean, maybe? What's wrong with that?" she said.

"You said you wanted to do this to make some money for tuition," I pointed out. "That's why you came to me. You wanted me to help you find your way as an escort. Set you up on some 'dates,' help you manage your Matrix site, the cam shows."

"I did, I...I'm still doing the cam shows. You're still getting your cut," Vanessë pointed out. "I just...she's so lonely. And it's kind of nice, when Quillian's like, curled up next to you on the bed, and then she'll sort of shift over so her butt presses against my hip, and I like it, okay?"

My fingers went back to the jar for more goo. This time, I slipped two fingers right into her slit, and she squirmed as I began to rub it into her pussy. Glad that at least Daleman hadn't left any internal bleeding.

"It's not about my cut, 'nessë," I said quietly. "I'm your friend, not your pimp. I'm just worried about you. I know Daleman can look like a big teddy bear when she's trying to be nice and gentle, but she's a cop. They have different priorities. If she ever needed to arrest you, she would. Just because you've been fucking her for free doesn't change that," I told her.

What I didn't tell her was what else Daleman was into. I was aware that not the Beorning had her fingers into some other pies; it was one of the things that had drawn me to target her. A bent cop was easier to bend further, if needs came to it. With enough money or the right leverage, I might be able to get Daleman to do me a favor. Vanessë suddenly developing feelings for Daleman made things complicated.

I didn't need complicated right now. The business with Bob and Drake Industries was complicated enough. I didn't want to see Vanessë get hurt.

More than she already was, anyway. I stared at her crotch, the blues and purples now lost under a thin coat of translucent green gel. My fingers were still inside her wounded pussy, but at some point I'd stopped coating and started curling my fingers to press against the ceiling of her cunny. Vanessë began to pant, the Elfking's hands grabbing fistfuls of her sheets as I slowly, methodically churned the medicinal herbal gel in her tight slit into goo.

"You're a grown woman, Vanessë," I told her. "And you're my friend. I know you're excited about the possibility of actually getting a foot in the door for real translation work, but I need you to be careful. Daleman isn't all she appears to be. There are aspects of her life and work you haven't seen, and you've seen her walk naked into her apartment with a loop of Orc intestine wrapped around her foot, popping bullets out of her flesh and asking for you to suck her clit."

At the thought, I bent forward and planted a little kiss against the Elfkin's throbbing erect clitoris. The sensitive slut moaned aloud, and her thighs shuddered. I hope this wasn't turning her into a masochist, but I couldn't stop my short, thick arm as I started to hammer my fingers into her faster, the wet, sloppy sounds filling the room.

"I-I-I'll be careful!" The Elfkin gasped, and then lifted her buttocks off the bed, whole body tensed as a hot wet burst came from her pussy right into my face. Then Vanessë collapsed onto the bed, panting.

"By the Valar," she said after a moment, as I looked around for something to dry my face with. "Wish I'd caught that on camera."

Her pearlescent eyes shifted to something bright, blue, rimmed with a neon glow. She looked down the length of her body.

"You know...we could give them a little show..."

I sighed. It was like talking to a wall, sometimes. A sexy, dense wall that would take considerable explosives to get through.

"Your pussy needs to heal," I said, as I stood up. Then I pulled down my skirt. "But you can show them how well you eat pussy."

Which Vanessë was, unsurprisingly, quite eager to do. As I stood on the bed, my ass to the camera, the Elfkin's mouth sucking on my pussy, I reflected on how our relationship had changed. Vanessë was supposed to be just bait for the shapechanger so I could use Daleman's access code. One more step on my way to get Bob back. Now...now I was getting her tongue buried deep in my twat, those pale hands pulling my cheeks apart so that her viewers could get a good look at my asshole.

I'd been warning her from developing feelings for Daleman, but maybe what I needed to worry about was developing feelings for her.