Elsie and Evenings (2/3)

Blue stepped through the portal into the room she shared with Elsie at The Long Rest, only to discover her roommate missing.

“Pity. I thought she would have liked to hear what I’ve learned.”

The harpy—far more comfortable in her skin than a mere twenty-four hours should have allowed—wandered across the room and began to poke through the books the brownie had been burying herself in the night before. Blue wasn’t really much of one for reading, though her sisters passed down the art and occasionally a hiker would have a book go missing along the path.

Those were interesting, at least, and contained pictures. The titles were all the same as well, ‘Harem Hotel’, with only the authors differing. The demon-woman who had given Blue her new body had called this the same, though Blue wasn’t exactly certain how this was meant to be a hotel.

The harem part, at least, made a little more sense. Most men the harpies took were shared for as long as they lasted. Blue wasn’t certain why this was set up as some kind of game, but in the meantime she had an entire world to explore.

It was what she’d been doing that day, in fact. While the previous evening had been spent attempting to travel as far off as she could manage with her new endurance. Pushing her new body to its limit had felt good, but it made no sense to become more familiar with the grounds away from her nest than near it, so Blue’s time from that morning had been spent climbing to altitude above the city, searching for something interesting, then darting down to investigate.

Blue did not understand much of what she had encountered, however, and had hoped the small woman could provide context. What were ‘quests’? Why did she keep accumulating them? What were the ‘temporary boons’ or ‘penalties’ they spoke of?

She stripped out of her clothes and again tossed them in the corner, before heading towards the room for bathing.

Hot water was a luxury Blue was not prepared to give up.

***

“Those are–” Kevin fought back a sense of panic when he realized that Elsie had been reading through the same descriptions of past seasons of Harem Hotel that he had. It wasn’t as though he particularly enjoyed the fates the hosts and hostesses inflicted on their contestants, but thanks to the house rule ability that Lily had given him, knowing what had been done in the past gave him room to change things in his favor.

Still, to have someone as sweet and apparently innocent as Elsie read through that kind of filth–

“Kevin, I’m going to need to tell you some things, and then I’m going to ask you to do something for me.”

Elsie’s tone was serious enough that Kevin froze. He’d been walking across the room towards her in a rush. He wasn’t exactly sure what he intended to accomplish when he got there—it wasn’t as though he could make his fellow gamer un-read what she’d already seen—but the look on her face wasn’t as horrified as he had expected.

Instead, the brownie’s expression showed resolve.

Kevin nodded, then glanced about the master’s quarters. There were a number of plush chairs scattered around the room in twos and threes, most of them large enough to fit multiple people if they were willing to get cozy. He had suspicions about how they were intended to be used, but they were the only place he could sit with someone and look them in the eye, so he headed towards the closest set of chairs and claimed one. “Of course, Elsie.”

He gestured towards the empty chair opposite him and the English woman rose from her seat at the desk, walked over, and joined him. When she sat, she perched on the very edge of the seat and leaned forward. Her eyes locked onto his and something seemed to pass over her. Elsie’s shoulders rolled back, she took a deep breath, and then she started to talk.

“I need you to let me get the whole way through what I’m going to say. We—we just met yesterday, so I know we haven’t had a lot of time to build up trust, or actually get to know each other, but I can see the writing on the wall. You don’t seem like a bad person—a bad person could have easily worked with Lily to make things far worse for us than they are, but it seems more like you’re trying to help.”

Kevin nodded slowly along as Elsie spoke, though a part of him deep within twisted at her words. She was right, of course, he was trying to help, but the way she started the conversation made him believe she was setting him up for something that he wasn’t going to like.

“So I’m going to do something that I wouldn’t do normally. Make a play that might seem out of character for me, if you want to think of it that way. I spent some time last night reading the rules—same as you, by the looks of it. If you read through as many of those as it looks like, you know as well as I do that the only way to get out of this intact is to play along.”

“We can fight back, though, we can–”

“Kevin, please.” Elsie’s voice wasn’t loud, but the pain on her face cut through Kevin’s protest like a knife. His jaw clacked shut and he nodded once, then motioned for her to continue.

“You know it just as well as I do, we don’t stand a chance if we aren’t willing to make sacrifices.” Elsie’s eyes closed, but she continued to speak. “I received my visions this morning. One of them was simple—Hwa and Hazel picking berries together. I’m sure it meant something, but compared to the other–”

Elsie trailed off, but Kevin remained silent. The woman’s cheeks flushed and he noticed her breathing start to speed up. When her lips parted a moment later, he was surprised to see her delicate pink tongue slip out and moisten them slowly in a motion that felt far more erotic than the tone of the conversation had previously suggested. He felt himself begin to stir

“–I’m going to ask you to make the other vision happen. It can’t, without you, and I think you’re going to try to tell me no.” Elsie’s eyes opened and she turned her head to glance towards the massive bed in the center of the room, then once more met Kevin’s eyes.

“Ever since Lily did what she did—gave me three classes instead of just one—I’ve been thinking about why. I read through the rules last night—or as much of them as I could get through, and when that didn’t give me an answer I started looking through the descriptions of past seasons. Everything I saw pointed to the same conclusion: she thought I would be boring otherwise.”

Kevin opened his mouth to rebut the point, only for a surprisingly sharp look from Elsie to shut him up again. “I’m not saying I think I’m boring. I’m not saying you think I’m boring either, you don’t know me well enough to make the call, and one dinner isn’t going to change that. I’m saying that Lily, as the hostess of this- show, this game, whatever it is, looked at me, Elsie Jones from Bristol, and decided that compared to a millennia old gorgon or a seductive evil fox spirit, I needed the leg up. And–”

Again, Elsie had to pause to inhale before continuing in a rush, “–and she’s not wrong. Not if the other seasons are anything to go by. Hazel is going to get through this whole thing just fine, if I had to guess, but that change she made to Blue yesterday? She gave her a whole new body. Turned her into some co-ed model just to keep the audience interested. Imagine what she’ll do to me, if she has to?”

She shivered, but her speech had a momentum of its own now and the mere reactions of her body weren’t enough to stop it. “So I made a choice. And that’s why I have to talk to you now, to tell you up front that what I’m going to ask you to do, it’s not because of you, you aren’t making me do it, it’s something I’m going to choose, because I think it’s the best path forward. In a few minutes, I’m going to ask you to take me up onto that bed, put your d-dick into my mouth, and fuck my face.”

A cough escaped Kevin as he choked on his own spit, but Elsie didn’t even wait for him to finish before continuing, “I saw it happen in the vision, and if the look on our faces was any guide, you need it, and I’ll enjoy it, but more than that—I can look at the classes and abilities Lily gave me and guess what they could turn into. If I don’t take some action of my own, by the time you get to leave this show, I’m not going to be anything more than a servile little sex toy who runs around fluffing the other members of your harem to make sure they’re good and ready for you. And that’s–”

She once more began to run out of steam, but this time it was as much because Elsie had to **** herself to continue rather than contemplate some of the fates of the eliminated contestants of the other seasons. “–I can’t do that. I won’t. So I’m going to play this, and I’m going to help you, and I’m going to make sure that when we’re done, when we’re past whatever trials Lily throws at us, I can still recognize the woman that I am.”

She stopped, and it took Kevin a few moments to realize that she was actually done, and not just pausing again. “Elsie, I–” His head slowly shook from side to side, “–I don’t know how I can agree to that. What you’re asking me to do, is–”

“I know. I told you, you’re going to want to say no. I’m telling you that I thought through the rules, through what Lily showed us, what the rules tell us, and there’s only a few paths I can take. Maybe that’s why she made me a diviner, instead of just leaving me as the happy little brownie tinker to make shoes for her master like the audience picked.”

Elsie snorted in derision at that. “If so, fuck her. Bad enough to know that I’m gonna have some guy’s cock lodged in my throat without thinking about it all day. The worst part is, I’ve never done that, and thanks to my other class, there’s a part of me that’s actually… excited.”

“Really?” Kevin’s voice gave away his shock at the brownie’s admission.

“It’s—it’s probably the part where I get used to things more quickly. Maybe that’s why I got that one too, because I think if I didn’t have that to help me stay rational I’d be curled up in my room crying. Instead, though, I’ve spent all day wondering what it’s going to feel like, and taste like. I’ve got a gag reflex that kicks in if I stick a spoon too far in my mouth, but the vision I saw this morning—that’s not the face I make when I’m about to throw up.”

“Still, you shouldn’t have to–”

“Kevin, I told you, I want this. Not because I would’ve signed up for the whole thing, but the only way I’m going to survive with my ego intact is if I buy in. So that’s my offer to you—or, if you’re feeling guilty about being involved in this even though you didn’t sign up for it either, think of it as a demand instead. Let me help you. Let me be the useful little tool that Lily wants, because if I step into that voluntarily, maybe I can avoid getting warped into something worse.”

She shuddered, but Kevin couldn’t help but notice that the motion turned into more of a squirm than an expression of revulsion by the end.

“She really did a number on you, huh?”

Elsie laughed. “She did. So, mister Dungeon Master, how about it? I can–” She perked up slightly. Eyes that had grown distant as she focused on her potential fate suddenly focused in on the slowly growing bulge in Kevin’s pants. “–I can tell that you need it. I can feel your need, and I want to help. Let me be your right hand. Your–” She swallowed, “–your useful little tool. I’ll do everything I can to make sure that you, and I, and whoever else is willing to play along gets out as intact as possible. Yeah?”

With Lily, Kevin was terrified that anything he agreed to was making a deal with the devil. With Elsie, though—the look on the English woman’s face was resolute and determined, and while she might have been descended from brownies, at that moment it felt like she was the only other human present.

“If it’s what you want, Elsie, I’ll do everything I can to help.”

“Great. Now, I need to go lie down with my head over the edge of the bed.” Elsie suddenly hopped up from her seat and started to walk in that direction, then paused, “Oh! Almost forgot, I need to borrow your desk for about two minutes first.”

***

As promised, it was no more than two minutes later that Elsie walked towards Kevin’s bed with a newly created item in hand.

Unguent of Expansion

For the next hour, any discomfort caused by stretching or distortion of body parts that are coated in this slippery substance is converted to pleasure instead.

Elsie uncorked the small vial she produced and sniffed at it. “Whew. Pungent, though. Not surprising, I guess, it’s mostly mineral oil and some ground herbs I found in one of the pouches of my smock.”

“What’s your favorite flavor ice cream?”

Kevin’s question seemed to come out of nowhere, but Elsie didn’t hesitate to answer, “Strawberry. Mum always got Neapolitan, I left her the chocolate and vanilla.”

“Let me try to just–” Kevin hadn’t actually made use of house rule yet, but changing something’s flavor seemed well within its scope. He even had examples he could call to mind from his reading the night before, and a few moments later his eyes began to glow from within. Wispy traces of golden light emerged from them and then dissolved as Elsie’s vial shimmered like liquid gold.

When she raised it to her nose to sniff a moment later, the petite woman’s eyes grew wide. She didn’t hesitate before tipping the liquid into her mouth and swirling it around with an audible hum of delight. Kevin watched her tilt her head back, and then saw her throat move as she let the slippery liquid trickle down it to ensure that it was as coated as she could manage—while also maximizing the time she got to taste her newly enhanced concoction.

Then she finished swallowing, met Kevin’s eyes, and invited, “So, mister DM, what do you say? Can I take care of that need for you?”

If he hadn’t already been hard from watching the surprisingly sensual show she’d made of swallowing the unguent, the obviously eager look in Elsie’s eyes would have fixed that problem for him immediately. “Uh, yeah, I–”

“Great!” Elsie reached behind herself and untied her smock, then lifted the strap over her head and shucked the garment off. Her pants still covered her from the waist down, but Kevin was suddenly treated to the sight of a pair of small but undeniably appealing breasts capped with almost shockingly bright pink nipples. No larger than erasers, they were surrounded by puffy areola that made them stand out even more, and he found his mouth watering automatically at the sight.

Elsie didn’t stop there, though. Instead, she turned and walked over to the edge of the room’s massive bed, climbed up on all fours, then rolled over onto her back. Her brown hair tumbled down to the floor as she let her head hang off the edge. Kevin found himself looking at the upside down face of the now topless woman as she asked, “Well?”

He began to walk over. “I guess—you really want me to–”

“Kevin, as soon as I woke up this morning, I was greeted by a vision of you fucking my throat while I came my brains out. It’s been in my head all day. I can feel how badly you need to cum. What I want is for you to take care of both of our needs.”

She suddenly blushed again, and added quietly, “Just—remember I still need to breathe, yeah?”

A quiet snort of air escaped Kevin’s nose. “Yeah, not likely to forget that one. Are you–”

Elsie squirmed slightly as she got herself into the most comfortable position she could, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth.

It was invitation enough. Kevin reached down and undid his fly.

I’m really going to do this, to a woman I just met yesterday. This is crazy.

A moment later, he stepped out of his pants entirely. The closet of the master’s quarters was stocked with a variety of outfits sized to him. The one he’d chosen for the day was as close to his usual wear as he could manage—pants and a plain shirt, though admittedly the cotton cloth was finer than anything in his closet at home.

It fell in a heap at his side. Elsie didn’t comment as she heard the cloth rustle, nor did she close her mouth. Kevin glanced at it and saw saliva beginning to build up as if in preparation for him. He stepped forward, but stopped with the tip of his erect cock inches away from the English woman’s waiting lips.

“You’re sure?”

She nodded.

Kevin shuffled forward slightly and the head of his dick brushed across Elsie’s lips. A sound escaped her throat—a quiet hum, which turned into a whine when he instinctively pulled back and the contact broke.

It was the whine which pushed him to action.

She told me she wanted this. She asked for it, out loud. I can’t—I can’t ask for more blatant consent than that. And just then, that sound—she actually meant it, didn’t she? She wants me to fuck her throat. Wants me to- to use her.

His dick throbbed and Kevin pushed slowly forward. Elsie’s lips wrapped around his shaft as soon as his head slipped past them, and then it was his turn to let out a groan of pleasure. It had been a very long time since any woman had put her mouth anywhere near his groin, and the wet heat which surrounded him felt incredibly inviting.

It was all Kevin could do to keep the pace of his forward thrust slow and steady when all of his instincts were doing their best to insist that he simply ram himself home. He pushed forward until he felt the head of his cock bump up against something, then stopped and pulled back when Elsie let out another moan.

“Are you okay? Was that too much?”

Elsie refused to relinquish her hold on his dick now that she had it, so the response the brownie gave came in the form of a quick shake of her head rather than words.

Unfortunately for Kevin, that didn’t necessarily clear anything up, so a moment later he slipped out from between Elsie’s lips as he pulled his hips back so that she could talk.

“Kevin, you’re kind’ve ruining the moment. Look, just ram that thing home. I promise you, if this magic throat lube doesn’t do its job, I’ll let you know. Otherwise, I need you to stop acting like you’re going to break me. Lily clearly means for me to become a good little tool. Let me do my job please.” She paused, then added quietly, “Please. If you make me beg for this, how likely do you think it is that the next round of changes include that as an option?”

That’s a fair point.

Kevin nodded and shuffled forward once again. For the second time in a decade, the tip of his cock pushed past a woman’s lips and entered her mouth. This time, he **** himself forward with a slow but steady pace. When he felt the head of his dick bump up against Elsie’s soft palate she squirmed a little to adjust the angle, then patted him on his thigh to let him know to keep going.

With surprising ease, Kevin pushed his hips forward again and felt himself pop into Elsie’s shockingly welcoming throat. Not expecting the lack of resistance he didn’t stop moving until her lips were wrapped around the very base of his shaft.

She moaned, and the brownie’s petite form began to writhe on the bed. Kevin scrambled to pull back, only to find the English woman’s hands reaching out to wrap around his thighs and trap him before he could slip free of her mouth. When he hesitated, she whimpered quietly and he once more thrust forward.

At about seven inches in length, Kevin had never thought of himself as having a particularly big dick. It wasn’t anything he was ashamed of, but he’d never thought of himself as ‘porn-worthy’ either. Still, that was enough that none of his few girlfriends had been keen to swallow more than the first few inches of his dick on the rare occasion that one had been willing to indulge him with a blowjob.

Elsie’s throat opened up and took every inch he had to give without complaint, and it felt absolutely incredible.

Kevin’s hips began to pump as he started fucking Elsie’s face in earnest. It was slow, at first, as he was still concerned with harming the slender woman, but each time his shaft stretched her throat out a vibrating hum ran up his shaft to encourage him. Soon, his balls began to bounce off of the artificer’s face as he fucked her mouth exactly as she’d asked—no, insisted.

The sight of her throat bulging each time he thrust his cock forward nearly pushed him over the edge immediately, but fucking Elsie’s face felt so good that he pulled back on instinct. His pace slowed, but rather than complain, the younger English woman released her hands from around his thighs and lifted them to her own chest. Her fingers found her puffy nipples and she grabbed them, then squeezed hard.

And then she came. Kevin watched her entire body spasm as the orgasm overtook her. Her head turned slightly and on instinct he reached down and held it steady. That, in turn, drew out another moan and a fresh round of shaking from the brownie as he held her head in place so he could fuck her mouth.

A moment later, Elsie’s face was buried in Kevin’s crotch as he thrust forward and sprayed a load of cum directly down her throat. She came again when he did, and her entire body went limp a moment later.

A few heartbeats passed before Kevin began to panic.

Oh my god, was she running out of air?

“Elsie?” Kevin pulled his hips back slowly until he was free of the woman’s mouth, then dropped to one knee in front of her. Much to his relief, it only took a moment’s investigation to determine that not only was the brownie breathing, as soon as they were free of his dick her lips curled into a slightly dopey smile.

Despite the fact that she was, as far as he could tell, entirely insensate.

Kevin breathed a sigh of relief, and did his best not to let the creeping feeling of guilt at the edge of his consciousness overtake him.