Elven Gem

“Elven Gem?”

Whether because he was human or because he barely knew this world, Norman was completely unaware of such a thing. Stacy, on the other hand, gave him a small smile, wiping away her tears.

“It’s normal that you don’t know about it; it’s a secret for elves and should never be revealed to other races.”

“Hmm…wow, and what is it?”

“To put it simply…it’s a bondage pact. It’s when an elf unites her soul with a man…he becomes her rightful Master, granting him total control over her,” Stacy said with a hint of embarrassment.

This greatly astonished the human. That a race possessed such a thing must be one of the oddities of this new world.

“Just look at that, you were so proud, and your race was hiding this crap,” Norman said, unable to conceal his surprise.

The elf’s bright, white face flushed red as she and her race were insulted.

“Yes…it’s the elves’ best-kept secret, because if that information fell into the wrong hands, our species would be in danger.”

“Like mine?” he asked maliciously.

Weakly, Stacy approached, resigned to what was to come.

In Norman’s mind, he understood the reason for the secrecy; he already imagined hundreds of thousands of beautiful elves as mere livestock, turned into sex slaves.

Now he saw the enviable Stacy Golder with different eyes. He approached her knowing she was born to be a Master’s plaything.

“Tell me now…how do I get your Elven Gem?” he said as forcefully as possible.

A strong shiver ran through Stacy’s body upon hearing those words. If there was a chance to escape, this was it. She could do it; she wasn’t obligated to do such a thing.

But when their eyes met, they both understood instantly; it was like a power beyond their comprehension that filled her with a great love for him, and before she could even think about it, her mouth was already moving…

“First… I need my skin to come into contact with your blood, and then I need to ingest a little as well,” she said.

“Hmm… they’re vampires too, hehehe.”

Without a word, Stacy left as Norman eagerly made a small cut on his finger, and a trickle of blood oozed out.

He didn’t think twice and made the small trickle fall right onto the elf’s breasts.

“Oh… it’s warm… hmm… but it smells good… a… now I must ingest it… w… when I do, you have to say STACY **** three times… that way the pact is made and the Elven Gem will be created.”

“That’s all… anyone could subdue them.”

“You’re right… that’s why the secret…”

The human expected her to drink the blood on her breasts, but instead, she surprised him by throwing herself onto his cut finger.

“Oh…how intense.”

If someone had told him yesterday that Stacy Golder would be on her knees tenderly sucking his finger, drinking his blood, he wouldn't have believed it for a second.

“Hmm…GGGMM.”

Those blue eyes gazed at him with tenderness and love, her cheeks hollowed with each suck, and from her moans, he could swear she was getting aroused.

It was all so erotic, so sexual, like any of Norman's favorite hentai. He almost forgot his part, so absorbed was he, and quickly uttered the magic words.

“STACY ****… STACY ****… STACY ****!”

A golden light enveloped the young woman, who stopped sucking and let out moans of pleasure.

“AAAAHHH…AAHHHHHHH…AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

The intense light detached from Stacy and shrank her until she was the size of a golf ball. Norman took in the light, feeling its warmth but not being burned.

Opening his hand, he saw a beautiful golden gem with a dark red center that reminded him of his own blood. The initials of his **** were inscribed on it in exquisite lettering: SG.

"Aahh...that's my Elven Gem...ah...that gives you complete control over me...hold it and any order of yours...I will be obliged to obey...my soul and body are yours," Stacy gasped.

As he gazed at the gem, the young man suddenly noticed the elf unbuttoning her shirt, then removing her oversized bra. Her skirt fell, and her panties followed.

"WOW...S...S...Stacy, you're..."

"Mmm...I can't send it. I feel an enormous urge...to show you my body...I've heard that the elves who have already made the pact...by instinct, I need to be accessible...Master," she said submissively.

If being called Master was already incredible, seeing such a goddess naked was on another level. The blood had vanished from her massive breasts, which seemed to defy gravity. Her pink nipples were the size of grapes, and a small golden tuft adorned her vulva.

But he also noticed a red, heart-shaped tattoo with the initials NF right above her vagina. He quickly understood that it was a mark of slavery, something Stacy herself had seen.

"Oh... this... my **** mark is only visible to us... it's made with your blood, Master."

Norman held the Elven Gem tightly, eyeing his new toy.

"You will do anything I say," he said confidently.

"Y-yes... I will do anything you wish... now I can't even refer to you as anything other than Master," Stacy said softly.

"I will do anything you wish... now I can't even refer to you as anything other than Master." Norman Forges' brain was buzzing with ideas for his fir

st commission, so many things he always wanted to do... and all the time in the world.