Yes, let the poor Elf cum, finally

"Oh... Ooooh, yes..." she moaned as her ass muscles clenched around his fingers.

"That's right," Lucas tormented her. "Fuck your tight Elven ass on my fingers. That's all you're good for, isn't it? Just another Elf slut."

"Yes... Yes!" She cried, her movements becoming more erratic. "F-fuck me...!"

"Are you going to cum for me?"

"Yes! Yes, sir! Ohh.... Ohhh, C-can I?"

"Do it. Cum for me."

He twisted his hand one last time, grinding the knuckles against her walls. That was enough to cause Eldrin to go over the edge. She screamed, her blonde hair tossed as she clamped her anal muscles down onto Lucas' hand as powerful spasms shook through her. She tightened so much he couldn't move his fingers at all any more and just kept them embedded in her chute. Her long-delayed orgasm was so strong Lucas could hear the spurts of cum splatter onto the floor with **** as her balls contracted again and again.

"Yessss..." she screamed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, ohhhh..."

After what seemed like an eternity, Eldwyn's climax began to subside. The shivering in her legs ceased and her breathing returned to something approximating normalcy as the glow of her orgasm faded her asshole finally released its **** grip on Lucas' fingers. He slowly slid his fingers out, and she crawled out from underneath the table.

Lucas couldn't help but grin when he saw her face. She was a sweaty mess, cheeks still red with arousal, eyes still hazed over with lust, and a strand of blonde hair matter to her forehead.

She turned to look at him, smiling sheepishly. "Thank you, s-sir."

"You're welcome. However..." Lucas chuckled. "I hired you to clean, didn't I? Then why did you leave a mess on my floor?"

She looked down. She'd sprayed an impressive amount of cum onto the floor around the table. She flushed, suddenly embarrassed again. "Um, sorry. I'll get the mop."

Lucas shook his head. "No. Use your tongue."

"What?" She squeaked, staring at him in surprise, her green eyes wide.

"You heard me. Clean it up with your tongue."

"Y-yes, sir," she said, her ears twitching nervously. She got onto all fours and hesitantly leaned forwards to lap at the puddle of milky white liquid with her tongue. She shuddered as the salty taste hit her taste buds, but she kept going.

"Do you like the taste?" he asked.

"I-it's okay," she murmured. "It's not as goo—Um, I mean, it's not too bad."

"Not as good as what?" Lucas pressed. "Tell me."

She finished cleaning up her spunk and sat herself back upright, looking at him through a sheet of blonde hair.

"N-not as good as yours," she admitted softly and looked away, her face burning red again.

Lucas pushed the hair from her face, then caressed her cheek.

"Good girl," he said softly. "Maybe I'll give you some more next time."