Enjoy your new toy.

"Ah-ah-ah, elves might be a lot less fertile than a demon, but I'm still not letting you sire any bastards." Her mouth quirked, "At least not before you do the same with Anna."

"You can't be serious."

"Oh calm down, there's more than one way to get your rocks off. I've been showing Lady Vessa the joys of taking it up the back door for years. I think the act is starting to grow on her."

When she mentions "back door," Vessa gives the first real indication that she is hearing the two of you, shivering as she whimpers. Her blank gaze abruptly focuses on you, dropping to the tent pitched in your nightclothes, becoming almost hungry. You recognize the look as one your wife usually gives you.

"What DID you do to her?"

Marissa nuzzles Vessa's neck, inhaling deeply, "I cultivated a fetish. Reward with pleasure and punish with denial. It's simple really, especially for someone with my talents." Vessa's expression is still muted but desperation is bubbling through the calm facade. Even when taking Marissa into account, you can safely say you've never seen a woman so eager to be buggered.

You disrobe without further ado, the two women watching with different kinds of eagerness, "I assume you have lubricant on hand?"

"Oh look at you, being the gentleman. That's actually something I wanted to show you. V?" The half elf jerked to attention, almost but not quite losing her focus on your bobbing cock.

"Yes Mistress?"

"Kindly show the king your trick."

She stepped forward eagerly, raising her hands. You nervously recall her spellcasting ability and flinch as a warm glow gathers between her fingers. She lowers it towards your cock and you take a step back.

"Hold still dear, she worked a long while on this."

You reluctantly allow Vessa to surround but not touch your hardness with her fingers. The magic is warm and your skin tingles faintly but otherwise nothing adverse happens. A moment later Vessa pulls back. Your length seems to be covered in something that vaguely resembles honey. You raise an eyebrow at your wife.

"Next time you can use her mouth first to lube up, I just get a kick out of watching V debase her own magic. She's learned some delightful spells under my tutelage." She waves a hand at your gold-coated rod, "That one makes great lubricant that encourages proper stretching while emphasizing virility, and it never rubs off."

You stare at her.

"Until the spell wears out I mean."

She winks deviously at you and you sigh, reaching out and grabbing Vessa by the arm, "Enough of your teasing demon woman, I'm going to fuck my gift now." Vessa puts up no resistance, straightening her legs as you throw her front down on the bed to keep her ass raised. You tear her flimsy nightgown away and she groans in desire, eagerly reaching back and spreading herself.

You line yourself up and push forward with a steady thrust, groaning as Vessa's warmth envelopes you. She makes the most delightful keening noises as you take your time, thanks to the lubricant your progress is only slowed by her occasional clench. She shivers when you bottom out.

"Mmm... an excellent anniversary gift my queen."

Marissa sidles up behind you, pressing her surprisingly still-clothed breasts up against your back as her hands wrap around you lovingly, "I thought you might enjoy it. I'd love to stick around but I have matters to attend to."

You give her a look of surprise even as you begin slowly thrusting, "Really? You're sure you don't want to be here to watch me violate my boyhood teacher?"

She sighs wistfully, looking sorely tempted, "I'm... sure. Besides, I think this ought to be a more private reunion don't you think?" She sways out of the room, her hellish charms somehow making you even harder than you already were. Vessa coos in response, her hands tightly gripping the sheets as your pace begins to increase.

"I wonder how much of the real you is left in there?" The question becomes purely rhetorical as Vessa only moans in response. You slow somewhat, moving your hips in a circle so your angle of attack continuously changes. It has the desired effect, driving her wild. She tightens incredibly and you gasp, slowing further to stop this from being over before it really began. You lean down, pressing a hand on the back of her neck to stop her thrashing.

"Vessa, can you hear me?"

"Yes... my king..." Her voice is empty of anything but the desperation of arousal. You want more.

"Do you remember when you used to tutor me as a boy?"

"...y-yes." Her hesitation belies a tiny hint of emotion. Sadness? Regret? You can't quite put your finger on it.

"What do you think you would have thought then, if you could see yourself now?" You punctuate your question by gripping her chest and hauling her into an upright position, your cock sinking deeper than ever as she spasms in your arms.

"...I-I... She... would be h-HOoh-horrified and a-AH-ashamed... Ngh!" You can hear the shame in her voice now, maybe your wife was right, maybe the Vessa you knew was still in there. You grab her by her breasts, holding her firmly to your chest as you speak directly into her ear.

"Good."

You maul her breasts and pound her ass for long minutes, Vessa never quite seeming to cum but never straying far from the peak of pleasure. After far too short a time, you can't hold back any longer, and with a roar you unload into your former teacher. To your surprise, she arches, crying out as she joins you in orgasm before bonelessly falling forward onto the bed.

You gasp, slumping to the bed next to her, "Marissa trained you well." You take a moment to recover before readying yourself for the day, "Come along Vessa, I'm eager to see what my wife has in store for you. Hm... we need to get you a proper dress. I'll send one of the servants to check on your old ones, as I recall you had some form of enchantment upon them that warded against the ravages of time."

She's unresponsive, other than to shakily get to her feet. Her eyes are once more blank, but her face has the healthy glow of a woman well-fucked. You pat yourself on the back for the cosmetic improvement.