Jonathan Scott had known how life worked from a very early age. You had to pay your way, no matter how inconvenient it was. And it cost a lot to go your own way. Especially when one was attempting to get into college. Scholarships only got you so far.

Fortunately, he was proactive, worked hard, and was willing to put in the effort.

Even if that meant working at WonderStar.

Not that Jonathan minded being a barista. But it was hardly what a twenty-something young man wanted to do with his days. He wanted to get his life on track.

But he had to wait.

Be patient.

And serve up another Frappalatte with fresh holstaur cream and brown sugar.

He sighed but plastered on a sunny smile as the bell over the door chimed again. When he turned however the smile loosened, his jaw threatening to fall open at the woman who walked in.

Beautiful didn’t do her justice. She was stunning! Jonathan hadn’t met many dark elves. They tended not to go out during the day if they could help it, but the woman who just walked through the door blew even the rumors out of the water. A slinky black dress clung to curves that were obvious, but not excessive. Her breasts were largely revealed by a plunging neckline and strapless top. A large sun hat shaded her dark violet skin, perfectly coifed silver hair framing her soft face, and tinted sunglasses hiding her eyes. Her walk made her hips sway. A confident stride, practically a runway strut as she crossed the floor, bearing down on him with mature confidence that demanded attention and obedience.

Jonathon swallowed and hastily smiled again. “Hello! Welcome to WonderStar. What can I get you?”

“Hmmm…” the dark beauty said, her head tilting back like she were reading the menu. “I’d like a steam mocha frappiata with black sugar. No cream.”

“Name?”

“Matron Mayura Lasha.”

“Coming right up!”

As Jonathon moved over to the steamer, he noted the drow had slipped alongside the counter after him, eying him. Her attention made him feel awkward, but he did his best to focus on making her drink.

“How surprising,” she said suddenly.

“Hm?”

“I’d have thought a young man like you would be in college by now.”

Jonathan tried not to wince. “Ah,” he said, laughing. “Well, you know. Gotta earn the money to go there first.”

“Really?” she said. “Parents won’t help out?”

He shrugged, pulling down a lever, steam hissing with a rush into the coffee. “Well, my parents have always been very ‘bootstrappie’. Gotta make your own way. Fair enough, I suppose.”

“Most admirable. A man should be willing to… put in the work…”

He glanced at her, wondering at her tone, but became quickly more interested in how she’d nudged down her glasses to reveal eyes of gold. Intense. Strange and so fascinating he almost let the coffee overflow.

“Th-thanks. I try,” he said, hastily grabbing a shaker and sprinkling the dark flakes of sugar into her drink.

“But you can’t be earning much here,” she noted.

He shrugged. “It’s an okay job.”

“Seems a shame to waste such a talented young man on a place like this.”

He laughed nervously, not knowing what else to say. Pressing the lid down on her cup, he moved back behind the till and placed the drink before her. “That’ll be eight forty three,” he said.

The hundred dollar bill slipped onto the counter without a sound. He reached for it, and suddenly her hand was on his. Her touch seemed to tingle up his arm and into his chest. His eyes went up, and he froze, his cock throbbing as he saw that she was leaning over the counter, the fullness of her breasts squeezed against her top, nearly bursting out and into the open. His eyes snapped to hers, looking into her smoldering golden gaze.

“Jonathan,” she said, reading his nametag with a glance. “You seem a smart young man. A very… eager young man. I happen to have some odd jobs needing doing around the house. Maybe you’d be the right fit for it.”

“Uh…”

She leaned in closer. Jonathan inhaled sharply, taking in her thick perfume. Something strange yet enticing. Musky in a way that made him throb in his pants.

“Come by tomorrow. Eight am sharp. And keep the change.”

He felt her slide something between his hand and the bill. “I uh-”

“Don’t be late,” she breathed.

“O-okay,” Jonathan said, his voice seeming to answer without a thought from him.

Mayura’s smile made him blush hotly. “Good boy,” she said.

Her hand slipped from his, swept up her cup, and she turned, striding away. Jonathan watched her go, his eyes glued to how her ass pressed against her gown. Then, she was out the door, and driving away.

Jonathan stood there for a long moment, too stunned by what had happened. Finally, he looked down at the hundred dollars in his hand, and the card artfully slipped in with it, the address glittering in silver lettering.

“Wow,” he finally said.

#

Matron Mayura’s house was less a residence and more of a mansion.

It sprawled across acres of shady land, its style typical of dark elven architecture. It was black with sloping walls and smooth, curving minarets, as if it had been carved from subterranean stone. Very few windows could be seen, and the fence was high and topped with dangerous points. Yet, a flash of the card she’d given him at the gate’s keypad had the bars slide back, allowing him to drive up to the front.

He parked and made his way to the huge doors, which were inlaid with geometric spider designs whose eyes glittered like rubies. He eyed them warily as he knocked.

Within moments the doors slid open, and for the second time Jonathan was stunned at the sight of Matron Mayura.

The dress was gone, replaced by a filmy, faintly transparent gauze like she were dressed in a cloud of diamonds. This had the by-product of revealing her full figure in all its aching glory. Her full breasts were cupped in a lacy black bra that left little to the imagination, her dark panties likewise. Her silver hair was let down, tumbling around her shoulders, and her eyes were lazy. Amused, lidded at the sight of him.

“Ah, Jonathan. So glad you came,” Mayura said.

“Uh… I can come back if you um… need some time…”

“Why would I need that?” She glanced down, then chuckled. “Ah, yes. Sometimes I forget how prudish you humans can be.”

“I mean uh-”

“Jonathan,” he said, taking his arm, drawing him into the house. “Really. You shouldn’t be so surprised. If you intend to go to college, you’ll see much more than this. Besides, this is my home. I will dress and do as I feel fit within.”

Jonathan jumped as the door shut behind him, casting him in absolute darkness. He heard a soft laugh from beside him.

“My apologies. I forgot humans have such trouble seeing in the dark. Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it soon. For now…”

With a snap of her fingers she conjured a faint phosphorescent light around herself, rimming herself with delicate purple flame. She smiled lazily at his shock.

“An old trick of ours. Now, if you’d please follow me…”

Jonathan felt her take his hand and tug him after her. His first steps were uncertain, stumbling and leery to the threat of sudden pitfalls. The darkness made him more aware of her. Her scent. The warmth of her hand in his.

“S-so,” he said, desperate to break the silence. “You had work for me?”

“Indeed. It’s so hard living in this big home all alone.”

“You live alone?” he said.

“Surprised? Don’t be. Since my daughters moved away, I’ve not felt like hiring anyone, but some matters need to be addressed. Which is why I felt so lucky finding you.”

“Well, I’d be happy to help out with anything.”

“I know,” he heard her say, and caught a flicker of her silver eyes in the gloom. “And I’m so very grateful.”

Jonathan swallowed again, hoping her eyes weren’t so good she could see the bulge in his pants.

He heard a switch flick, and suddenly a dim light was on. They were in a large bedroom filled with strange stone sculptures. Figures of elven women dressed in flowing robes were etched from obsidian, and Jonathan couldn’t help but notice they had an uncanny resemblance to the lovely dark elf at his side. Boxes were scattered about, folded up and ready to be moved.

“Your first task will be to bring these boxes downstairs,” Mayura said. “My daughters didn’t take much with them, and I can’t bear throwing them out. But into storage should be fine. I’m afraid some are quite heavy. Which is why I needed a young, strong man to do the work.”

Jonathan shivered as her hand ghosted along his arm, feeling the muscles beneath. “O-of course. I’d be happy to.”

“Good boy,” she breathed, her hand lingering in his before she pulled it away.

Jonathan went to the work with a will. He couldn’t blame her for wanting to hire him. As he hefted the first box, he grunted at its weight. With it in hand he walked after the lovely dark elf back into the dark of the hall. Jonathan found it quite easy to follow, though his eyes kept being drawn to her lovely derriere, interrupted only when they arrived at some dark store room and he put the box down.

Up and down they went, her forever leading him to the room and back. He soon stopped worrying about staring at her ass, for though he was a fit man, the work was heavy, grinding stuff. Besides, it was quite easy to watch the way her flames licked across her body.

Tracing her figure.

Spiraling and coiling around her lovely frame…

fluttering about the soft swell of her hips.

The curves of her ass.

The valley between…

He was dimly aware of making the journey many times. The heavy work consumed him. His arms soon aching with the strain. His mind fell into the lethargic drudge of physical exertion. Blanking as he focused on the work. His thoughts constantly returning to the lovely figure moving before him. Almost shimmering in his eyes…

“Watch your step.”

“Huh?”

Jonathan stumbled as his foot caught on something in the dark. Fortunately they’d been walking back and he didn’t have anything to drop.

Unfortunately, Mayura had turned to face him.

He fell against her, his face planted between her breasts. The softness enveloped him. The scent of her perfume rushed into him. He moaned softly, then gasped, jerking back, blushing furiously.

“S-sorry! I tripped. I uh-”

She caught his hand as he tried to move away. “I don’t mind,” Mayura said, her eyes glittering, her dark skin hot in the light of her witchfire. “Jonathon. Do you think I am ashamed of my body?”

That had not been the question he’d expected. He gaped at her, too stunned to reply. “Wh-what?” he finally stammered.

“Jonathon,” she breathed, drawing him in closer. He hadn’t realized how tall she was until then. Almost taller than him. Yet she seemed so much bigger. As if the world turned around her, just as the flickering flames of magic did. “I am not ashamed of my body, or my beauty. I know I am attractive. Appealing. Don’t you agree?”

“I ah…”

She took his hand, moved it to her breast.

Jonathan gaped. He didn’t know what was happening, but his hand knew what to do. It gave the dark elf’s breast a squeeze, the soft yet firm feel of her titflesh sending a throb directly to his cock.

“Oh g-gods,” he breathed in awe.

“Don’t be shy, Jonathan,” Mayura said, stepping in closer, taking his other hand, lifting it to her other breast. “I’m not.”

His hands seemed to have a mind of their own. They cupped her ample teats, pressing them together. The witchfire coiling about her skin rolled and twisted as he gently kneaded her ample breasts. So soft. So much. He felt like his head was swimming in her perfume. In the light. The darkness around them made every scent, every touch, feel more intense. More potent. He was no virgin, but this was like nothing he’d known before. The confidence. The presence. It made him feel small and weak. Needing to obey her.

Do what she said.

Watch her breasts bounce as the witchfire swirled.

She moved in closer. “Jonathan. You’ve done a fantastic job,” she breathed, her arms moving around his neck, drawing him in against her.

“O-oh?” he gasped.

“I know this may seem strange, but dark elven culture is much more… intimate than your human one. We don’t mind rewarding good work. I don’t mind showing a good stud my appreciation.”

“S-stud?”

“You don’t object, do you?”

“I uh… n-no?”

She smiled, her lips luminous in the flames. “Good boy,” she said.

And kissed him.

The press of her lips swept through him like the flames that garbed her. He gasped, groaned, her breasts filling his hands even as they pressed against his chest. Her arms trapped him, pulled him in deeper.

And he sank with joy.

Her tongue pushed into his mouth, deepening the kiss with a confidence and certainty that ached through him. He moaned, answering her with his own passion, no longer caring how strange it might seem. She knew what she was doing.

And he loved it.

She broke the kiss at last, her tongue flicking, teasing along her lips and tasting him. He stared up at her, panting, his mind fogged and body buzzing with the electricity of his desire.

Which only strengthened when she openly cupped his bulge.

“Hmmm. Very nice,” she breathed.

“Oh f-fuck,” Jonathan groaned as her palm rubbed him, her index finger gliding up along the straining fabric, the heat of her witchfire seeming to soak into his throbbing manhood.

“You don’t object, do you?” she said. “You are enjoying squeezing my breasts, after all.”

That was true. And Jonathan certainly had no complaints about where this was going. Disbelief was high on the list, but not objections.

“N-no. Not a-at all.”

“Good. I know how… hard it can be for men to work when they’re horny. Studs tend to let this do all the thinking for him,” she said, giving him another squeeze. “And I’d hate for you to injure yourself in my home. So allow me to offer some…” His zipper hissed as she tugged it down. “...relief…”

Jonathan groaned, his cock fairly bursting into the open and into Mayura’s waiting palm. Her fingers were slender. Deft. And wonderfully skilled. She stroked him with the utter confidence of knowing exactly what he liked, and so far she was proven very right.

Hot pleasure ached through him. Seemed to suck all his strength into his throbbing manhood. He gasped as she openly stroked him, his legs wobbling with the intensity of sensation. His hands had resumed fondling her breasts. Her perfume made his head spin.

“Cum for me, stud,” she purred, kissing him again.

He moaned as her tongue plunged into his mouth. As her hand stroked his cock from root to tip. Moving faster. Faster! Pushing him to the brink. Beyond! He bucked into her hand. Feverish. Frantic.

“Mmmm!” he groaned into her lips. White, burning pleasure surged through him in a wave. His cock pulsed, emptying into her hand and onto the floor in needy spurts. He groaned, the orgasm stronger than any he’d known. His head spinning as her tongue dominated his mouth.

At last, Mayura broke the kiss again. “How was that?” she said.

“Oh f-fuck,” Jonathan said, his mouth buzzing with her taste, is body aching with post-orgasmic weakness.

“So glad to hear it,” Mayura said, her wry amusement making him burn again with a blush. “Now, shall we finish moving those boxes? I’d like to have it done before tomorrow. I have many other things for you to do…”

#

Jonathan wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do after his encounter with Mayura. The rest of the day had passed in a haze, moving the last of the boxes into the storage room without further incident. He could almost have written it off as a dream. It was tempting to do so, if the feeling of her breasts hadn’t lingered in his mind. The sensation of her hand on his cock pumping him to orgasm.

He found himself driving back to her estate the next day without an answer. The pay was well worth it, and he supposed that, in the end, if it was a dark elf cultural matter, who was he to judge? He was just some dumb guy getting ready for college. Mayura clearly knew what she was doing.

And it felt… right to defer to her. She was much older than him. Much more experienced. And it wasn’t that he had a problem with what happened, per se. So… maybe he should just wait and see.

And in the meantime he’d earn some cash. No problem with that, he thought as he got out of his car and made his way up to the front doors, ringing the bell and waiting. But not for long, for soon enough the door opened, revealing the lovely dark elf once more.

Jonathan tried not to stare and failed utterly. A soft, dark robe garbed her, a belt cinched tight, but unable to keep her full, heavy breasts from parting the upper folds, revealing the deep, plunging valley of her violet tits. Her long silver hair tumbed loosely around her head, her eyes lidded and lips lifted in mild amusement.

“Ah, excellent timing. Come in, Jonathan. I have a particular task for you today.”

“O-of course,” he said, finding himself trailing after her through the darkness of the house. He was surprised to discover she had been right about his eyes. They adjusted quickly to the gloom within, just able to make out her figure without the aid of her enchanted flames. Her outline seeming to shift, her hips swinging teasingly in the semi-darkness.

He found they’d wandered into a lower lever, steps ending among stones. A humid air seeped around them as she opened a wooden door and brought them inside. Violet crystals glowed in holders like the upturned limbs of spiders. Glistening onyx smoothed the floor, descending in steps into a pool in the middle of the room. Steam rose from the waters, a scent of roses and something more tantalizing and nameless hanging in the air.

“Beauty must be cared for,” Mayura said, snapping Jonathan back to attention as she shrugged off the robe without a hint of shame, letting it flutter to the floor, and revealing her naked form.

Jonathan gaped at the sight revealed. Her full breasts capped with coal-black nipples. Her shaven pussy faintly pink, seeming to glisten in the glow of the violet lamps. She stood like some dark goddess, hidden in the underground night, tempting him with her reveal.

He realized he’d missed something she said and forced his eyes back to hers. “S-sorry?”

“I asked if you agreed. That beauty must be cared for?”

“Oh! Of course. Absolutely,” he said, nodding eagerly.

“Good. Then you understand. Looks such as mine are not given freely, Jonathan. I need to maintain them. And it is difficult to do alone. I will require your assistance. Now strip.”

“Beg pardon?”

She pointed at him. “The oils we will be using might stain those clothes, and we mustn’t have that. Remove them, Jonathan. And we can get to work.”

“Naked? But-”

“Have you anything I haven’t seen yet?” she observed, amused. “So I insist.”

“Well… if you insist.”

He meant it to sound amused, but it came out shy. He blushed, covering it up by doing as she bid, though he resolved to keep his boxers on. There were limits, though in her presence, it was hard to remember them. As his shirt came off and pants soon followed, her felt the humid air slicken his body, making it gleam in the violet light. He had a good figure. A high school career of the sporty variety would do that, and he’d kept busy afterwards. By the gleam in Mayura’s eye, he’d say she agreed.

“Very nice,” she said. “A man should keep himself in good condition, don’t you think? It makes him much more desirable as a mate.”

“I guess so,” Jonathan said, resisting the urge to cover up his chest

“Good boy,” she said, turned. “The oil is there. Be so good as to get ready.”

Jonathan looked to a shelf along the wall and picked up the bottle. When he turned back, Mayura had lain herself out on a stone bench, her curves forming a sculpture of onyx loveliness, her ass soft globes dipping into the valley of her lower back, her breasts propping her upper half up and her arms folded to cushion her chin.

Jonathan swallowed and moved towards her. He poured some of the warm oil into his hands, uncertain where to begin. He decided on her back. Kneeling beside her, he began to gently spread the oil across her skin.

“Mmmm,” Mayura sighed, shifting with pleasure as he worked, her back soon glistening with the oil. The scent of roses and that mysterious aroma growing stronger. “There we are. Mmm. Those hands are excellent. So strong, as is the rest of you.”

“I’m pretty fit,” Jonathan said as he worked.

“Indeed. Humans are quite robust. Energetic. You know, Jonathan? I do like humans. They are so filled with vitality. They know what they want, and they go for it. Much like you with college.”

“Right. Yeah,” he said, growing lost in the motion. In the way the purple light gleamed and washed across her skin.

“Having trouble seeing?” she asked.

“Um, not really.”

“Well, just in case…”

She whispered a word, and again the witchfire licked across her form. It was warm, but not hot, and Jonathan found its light strangely… soothing. The repetitive motions of his hands spreading the oil across her rhythmic. Relaxing.

Enthralling.

“I think my back has enough oil now,” Mayura observed, gently arching, pushing out her soft bottom. “But you’re not done yet.”

Jonathan blushed, but obeyed. His hands glided down her lower back, and he found himself kneeling behind her. His hands cupped the globes of her bottom, gently kneading it. He was amazed at how firm her ass was despite its ample curve. Firmer than her breasts. The soft slap of flesh as he rubbed the glistening oil into her flesh, parting her rear, letting it clap together making his breathing grow deep. Hot.

Aroused.

“Do you know what you want to take yet?”

“Hm?” he said, her voice seeming to come distantly. As if he were underwater. “What?”

“At college, Jonathan.”

“I was ah… thinking about engineering,” he said, his voice thick as he continued to massage her ass.

“Mmmm,” Mayura purred, wriggling on the bench, pushing her bottom into his admiring hands. “My. That is quite the heady choice,” she said. “A man with ambition is a fine thing. But what a waste of a physique like that to work behind a desk all day.

“You know, Jonathan, dark elf men rarely get jobs.”

“I heard… something about that,” Jonathan said vaguely, frowning, his mind feeling hazy. Thick.

“Have you heard of why?”

“Um…”

“It’s because they’re needed far more at home,” Mayura said softly. “Some drow women can need as many as five men to keep themselves… satisfied. To make sure they’re properly… taken care of…”

“I-is that right?” Jonathan gasped.

“Very. It’s why so many dark elves come looking for human men now. There just aren’t enough males of our own to satisfy our needs. But that’s not the only reason. We’ve found that humans are quite a bit more… energetic than our own males. Much more built. And yet, nearly as eager… to please…”

“I… I see…”

Mayura shifted under his hands. Jonathan lifted them, watching as she turned over, her breasts wobbling as she laid down, stretching atop the bench, her naked front bared to him, her eyes lidded, watching him, her figure outlined in the coiling witchfire like some unearthly goddess.

“Do you?”

Jonathan licked his lips. Mayura smiled lazily.

“I believe my breasts are next,” she observed. “And if you enjoyed my ass as much as it seemed, I believe you will truly adore… these…”

Jonathan swallowed, but nodded. Not doing as she bid didn’t occur to him. Because he wanted to. He’d dreamed of feeling them again ever since she’d cornered him in the hall.

“Mmmm,” Mayura moaned as he filled his hands with her breasts, their softness amazing him as before. Their heft. Their bounce. Soon his palms had covered them in glistening, scented oil, shining in the dull violet glow of the lamps.

“Jonathan, is going to college what you… really… want…?”

“Wh-what?”

“A strong, virile young man like you surely has considered marriage.”

He tried to laugh, but the sound stuck in his throat. “I ah… well, I’m still very… um… it’s a bit early to…”

“Not if you found the right woman, though,” she said, her eyes glowing, her breasts glistening, so warm, so hot under his hands. “Not if you found the right… experienced… woman…”

Jonathan felt light headed. The steam no doubt. The steam and her body. Fuck. His cock was absolutely throbbing. Pressing against his boxers until he wondered it didn’t rip through the fabric. And still his hands moved in their slow, admiring motions. Massaging her breasts.

Bouncing them.

Her big.

Gleaming.

Breasts…

“A man aspires to marriage,” Mayura said, her voice soft, seeping into his ears like the perfume of the room. “It’s what he yearns for. To wed a woman who knows what he needs. A woman to take the lead. A woman to adore. To obsess over. A woman he can’t get enough of. That knows what he needs. What he deserves.”

“Yeah,” he breathed.

“Jonathan?”

“Y-yes?” he gasped.

“You’re doing so well. But I think it time you moved on from my breasts.”

He felt her leg shift under him. Her foot press against his chest, pushing him gently back. He found himself sliding onto his knees before her as Mayura parted her legs, revealing the glistening folds of her waiting pussy.

“Ah…” Jonathan breathed, her scent thick. Spicy. He stared at her cunny, unsure. Wary.

But wanting it more than anything he’d ever wanted before.

“You’re out of oil,” Mayura observed.

“Sh-should I get more?” Jonathan asked.

“No,” Mayura said, her leg hooking around his head, drawing his face down. “I believe your tongue shall be more than adequate.”

Jonathan wasn’t sure about that. But he was sure that he had no argument against it. He offered no resistance as she pulled him down to the delta of her mons, his face nestling against her slick pussy. He breathed deep, his head spinning, his tongue teasing out seemingly without conscious thought.

And gave her a lick.

The taste tingled on his tongue. Sweet. Delightful. A soft moan escaped him as his tongue flicked out again, running along that pink groove.

“Mmmm…” Mayura moaned softly, arching, her leg pulling tighter against his head.

Her reaction encouraged him. Spurred him on. His tongue glided against her pussy, teasing her until she gasped, squirmed, her body glistening in the lamplight like some savage idol of debauchery.

“Yesssss,” Mayura moaned. “Mmmm. That’s good. So eager to please. So… ah… wonderful. Deeper, Jonathan. Show me how much you love my pussy.”

“Yes, Mayura,” Jonathan breathed, his hands gently touching her mound, spreading her lower lips until it revealed the deeper realms of her pussy. His tongue glided into her again, adoring her slowly. Gently. He was quickly learning what she liked. The way her leg tightened when he hit a spot she loved. Loosened when he moved away. His nose nudged her mound as he pushed in deeper, breathing in the headiness of her scent.

Higher. Higher his tongue roamed, until it reached the bead of her clit. Mayura gasped, tensed as his tongue flicked it. The flames that wreathed her jumped, burned brighter. Jonathan watched them with awe, his tongue teasing her bead until the hood receded, leaving her pleasured pearl bare to his affection.

“Yessssss!” Mayura moaned, her other leg joining her first, both wrapping around his head, pulling him into her pussy. Squeezing him with her pleasure. “Yesss! There. Lick me ah… right there. Jonathan… ah. Fuck me with your tongue. Adore me! Pleasure me like a good mnnn! A good stud! Deeper. Deeper!”

He obeyed. His head whirling. His heart pounding. He was rock hard, his cock throbbing against the fabric prison that held it. He felt drunk. High. Her voice. Her taste. Her pussy overwhelmed him. He had to make her cum. He had to! That this was in any way odd didn’t matter. It felt right. Felt perfect to kneel between this dark beauty’s thighs and lick her.

Tongue her.

Make her scream.

“Yes! There! Fucking there! Goddess yes. Yes! Good stud. Good stuuuuuuuuud!”

Her voice rose, throaty, moaning as her legs tensed around his head, pulling him hard against her pussy as she came. Her juices bathing his tongue and face, his mouth opening, trying to drink as much as he could of her wonderful juices.

At last, her thighs loosened their hold. Her breathing growing steadier. As she released him, Jonathan fell back, panting, sitting on his ass in a drunken haze of pleasure.

Mayura slowly sat up, her lips plumped with pleasure. She licked them, her lidded eyes looking down at him. With a flick of her hand she tossed her glittering silver hair back over her shoulder, careless, in control once more.

“Mmm. Excellent work, Jonathan,” she breathed.

“Th-thanks,” he gasped. What else was there to say?

Her lip quirked in amusement, her foot extending, her toes pressing down on his cock. Jonathan gasped, grunting in pleasure as her toes gentle kneaded his bulge.

“My my,” she breathed. “It appears I’ve neglected you, my dear stud.”

His cheeks glowed. “D-didn’t mind,” he said.

“Mmm. Perhaps. But I take pride in all of us enjoying our pleasure. And it would shame me considerably, Jonathan, if my dear stud didn’t enjoy our time as much as I did.”

“No… ah… worries there,” Jonathan whimpered as her foot gently pressed down on his cock.

“Really? How interesting. Then, consider this a… bonus,” she purred, her toes pushing up, hooking expertly in the band of his boxes and pulling them down.

Jonathan moaned as his cock sprang into the open, twitching with his arousal. Instantly Mayura’s foot was on it, her toes rubbing the tip, her heel pressing against the root, the warmth of her foot radiating against his shaft.

“Mmm. There it is. Very impressive, stud,” she breathed, her eyes burning hot as she stroked him, her arms looping under her breasts, hefting them. “But I think we can get you harder. If you looked at these again.”

Instantly his eyes were riveted to her bust as she lazily bounced it, her foot continuing to tease and stroke him.

“Mmm. You like these, hm?” Mayura purred.

“Y-yessss,” Jonathan moaned.

“Little surprise. Studs always like breasts. How soft they are. How big they are. Do you know why?”

“Wh-why?” Jonathan gasped, engrossed, entranced, unable to look away from her bouncing tits as her foot stroked him. Teased him. Brought him closer and closer to the edge.

“Because studs know what they mean. They mean that I am fertile. That I am perfect for breeding. For fucking. For impregnating. They’re so big, my dear stud, because I have had my daughters. They are so firm because I can have many more. They are so perfect because I know exactly what studs want. And they want me. Desire me. Need me more than anything else. They can’t think about anything but me. I obsess them. I pleasure them. I know exactly… what… they… want.

“And they want,” she purred, a sound that seemed to shoot through him from his gut to his balls. “To… cum.”

The command hit him. Pleasure surged through him. Jonathan groaned as his cock twitched, throbbed, pumped in great, spurting glory. His head fell back, his cock twitching with slavish pleasure, spurting all over his naked chest and lap.

Mayura loomed over him, beautiful, confident, amused. She lifted her foot from his cock and stood, glistening with oil and unspeakable, dark beauty.

“Lovely,” she said. “So good to see I still have it.”

“Oooooh…” Jonathan moaned, his head floating.

The clapping of her hands jolted him from his fugue, her finger crooking. “Come, my dear stud. It seems you’ve dirtied yourself. And we mustn’t have that. You can clean off in the pool.

“And while you’re doing that,” she added with a sly smile, her hips swinging as she turned and began to descend into the steaming waters, “you can massage my shoulders.”

“Yes… yes ma’am,” Jonathan breathed, staring at her swinging ass, pulled to his feet and after her like a tether collared him to the gorgeous milf, down into the steaming waters, where he could serve his mistress more.

#

Jonathan barely remembered the rest of the day. Nor the trip home. Only that as he lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling, he felt so…

Cold.

The sheets felt rough. Scratchy. The world beyond Mayura’s manor painfully bright. He missed the gloom. The perfume that hung in the halls. The presence of the gorgeous dark elf. Just the thought of her made him shiver in delight, his cock throb with memory of pleasure. He licked his lips, hungry for more of her.

He probably broke several speeding laws the next day driving back to her manor. He fairly quivered with anticipation as he waited outside the door for her to let him in.

And when she finally appeared, it was like he could finally relax.

Mayura stood in the doorway, head tilted back, eying him with a look of amused satisfaction. She was wearing a slinky dark gown, the sleeves and skirt sheer as if made of spider’s web, leaving nothing but a triangular pattern that hid her body. And, he couldn’t help but notice, the neckline plunged around her swelling breasts. “Jonathan,” she said. “You’re early.”

“Yeah. Sorry. I just-”

“No need to apologize. Come in,” she said, turning and walking inside.

Jonathan followed, obedient, happy. He heard the door close, but the gloom no longer bothered him. He could even pick out details of the hallway. The dark stone that arched above them. The murals of spiders and sculptures of Mayura herself that lined the way. Just the sight of the statues made him swallow in desire, shiver with delight.

He found himself in a sitting room, divans arranged around the interior. More statues of Mayura stood in the corners, forming pillars that held aloft the domed ceiling, the pattern of a vast spider stretching across to form the arches.

“Sit,” Mayura said.

Jonathan sat, watching her expectantly.

Mayura stood before him, her head tilted back, eying him. Studying him. Her attention made him squirm and bite his lip. Uncertain. Eager.

“...I think this is enough,” she finally said.

“Hm?” Jonathan said.

“I don’t think we need to continue with this pretense.”

Jonathan stared at her blankly. “I um… what?”

Mayura reached behind herself, touched the threads binding shut her gown and loosed them. Jonathan’s jaw dropped as the dark fabric fell away, pooling around her feet, unveiling once more the glory of her naked body. His eyes wandered up and down her, entranced as ever with the full glory of her figure.

“Strip, stud.”

Jonathan was obeying before he even registered it. But then, this was hardly beyond what she’d had him do before, and within moments he was sitting naked on the divan, rock hard, his cock jutting up from his lap.

Mayura nodded. “Excellent. You see, Jonathan, I have not been forthright with you.”

“You haven’t?” he said, trying to follow the conversation, even as his eyes remained locked with her breasts. So full. So soft. His hands ached to take them. Hold them. Adore them…

“No,” she said, moving forward. She lifted a leg, planted it beside him. Jonathan leaned back in his seat, eyes wrenched to her face as she loomed over him. “I did not hire you to pay your way to college.”

“You didn’t?” he said.

“No,” she said again, reaching down, cupping his chin, holding him easily, his heart thudding in his chest as he looked up at the lovely dark elf. “You see, I have no intention of letting you go to college. The moment I saw you in that piddling coffee shop, I knew you would do far better in another role. A specific role.

“The role of my personal human stud.”

Jonathan blinked. “I-”

“The deal is simple,” she said, cutting him off. “You will move into my home. Into my bedroom. You will attend all the domestic tasks I require. And one more thing,” she said, tilting his head up further, leaning in closer. “You will breed me.”

“B-breed you?” Jonathan said.

“Oh yes,” Mayura purred. “I have raised my daughters, Jonathan. But I am no empty nester. I am a matron. I have many, many years left of child rearing. I will increase my clan yet further. I will bear many more daughters and raise them well. And you, my dear stud, shall assist me.”

Jonathan gaped, too shocked to know how to answer. He almost thought it was a joke, but the look in Mayura’s eyes put that to bed at once.

“I… M-Mayura, I mean, I’m f-flattered, but… my education-”

Mayura snapped her fingers.

With a soft flutter Witchfire again wreathed her, and at the sight of those coiling flames, Jonathan felt his mind go blank. Mayura smirked.

“What is the point of it, Jonathan?” she said smoothly, her voice coiling around his mind like spider’s web. Encasing his thoughts in a cocoon of lust. “You would go to college to get an education, to get a job, to work, and to try and find a woman with whom to marry. Is that not what you planned?”

“Um…”

“It is no longer necessary,” she said. “You will be my domestic husband. You will serve me. You will create a family with me. Breed me. Adore me. Do you not adore me?”

“I-I do!”

“Then what is the problem?”

Jonathan knew there was one. And yet… and yet strangely, he found his mind blanking on what, exactly, that was. Sure, he was still a young man. In his prime. But what she said strangely made sense. What did he expect from college other than four or more years of education, just to get a job in a field that would probably downsize him in an instant? And what point was the job other than to earn money, show off, and try and find a mate?

Her explanation was stunningly cynical. It was also disturbingly accurate.

He found himself staring at Mayura. Admiring her figure. Her curves. Her stunning, lovely form. Lovely. Mature. Confident. Wreathed in the flames of her power. His cock thickened, hardening with the memory of their pleasures. At the thought of more. Of living with this gorgeous milf. Fucking her. Breeding her.

Obeying her.

Mayura’s smile deepened as she saw the conflict on his face. She released his chin, moving over him, sitting astride his lap. Jonathan gasped as her onyx skin pressed against him, her mound trapping his cock between it and his stomach. Her breasts pressing against his chest, his chin tilted up by those soft orbs as she looked into his eyes.

“Jonathan,” she said, her voice dropping, becoming a purr of hungry power, her hand brushing through his hair. “You are far too obedient to be left alone. You need a woman who knows what’s best for you. What you need. What you want. And you want me, don’t you?” she said.

Jonathan gasped as her hips rocked, rubbing his cock between them. “Y-yes!” he gasped.

“You adore me, don’t you?” she said, inhaling deeply, her breasts rising against his chin.

“Yessssss,” he groaned.

“You love me, don’t you?”

“Gods yessss,” he said, and knew it was true. That Mayura awakened in him things he’d never known before. Passion. Pleasure. Affection. Obedience. Such a heady mix of emotions felt like he was drowning in them. All his arguments against what she proposed seemed to wither away as he looked up into her lovely eyes. As she smiled, confident, commanding, knowing that he was already hers.

“Then say yes,” she said. “Say yes, and become my domestic stud. Become mine, Jonathan, and know the pleasures of my body. Of my service. Your purpose is to be mine. Your need is to obey me. Your life is to fuck me. Serve me. Adore me. I am your goddess. So tell me, Jonathan. Tell me what you want.”

He groaned as her pussy ground against the shaft of his cock. The heat of her sending throbbing need straight from his balls and deeper within him. She was right. So right. He realized that now. That she was his queen. That he needed her more than anything.

“Y-yes!” he gasped.

“Yes what?” she prompted.

“Y-yes! I… I’ll be yours! Your d-domestic slave. Your thrall! I’ll obey you. I love you! I’ll breed you! I’ll do anything! Oh f-fuck, Mayura. Pleaaaase! Let me be yours!”

Mayura inhaled deeply, relishing his admission. His submission. She smiled, warm, possessive, satisfied with her utter victory over him.

“I accept,” she said.

She suddenly grabbed his shoulders, twisted them around. Jonathan gasped as he found himself lying down on the divan, Mayura crouched above him, her dark form like a deeper patch of blackness in the gloom of the room. Her eyes burned, the predatory fire of a panther atop her prey. His heart trilled with excitement and a delicious taste of fear. She leaned in closer, her breasts dragging across his chest, nipples hardened nubs of desire as she loomed over him.

“Mine,” she breathed.

Kissed him.

Sheathed his cock in her.

And Jonathan was in heaven.

He moaned as her silken pussy devoured his length in a single wonderful stroke. Spacious. Hot. Yet tight as her inner walls clamped down around his cock, sucking him in deeper to her wonderful cunt.

“Mmmmm,” Mayura moaned softly, her hips rocking, fucking him beneath her full curves, her hands planted beside his head as she took his cock. Claimed it. Every buck of her hips seeming to suck him in deeper. The flames around her sparking and flashing with her growing desire.

Jonathan was in heaven. He’d never dreamed a pleasure like this could exist. So different from the inexperienced fooling around he’d known. He was facing a master of carnal sensation. An expert in sensuality. Mayura had centuries and broods in which to train herself to the peaks of sexual prowess.

He never had a prayer.

If Jonathan was unsure of giving himself to this beauty before, those moments beneath her erased them. His tongue moved against hers, easily conquered as she deepened the kiss. The flames of violet witchfire rolled across her form, entrancing his eyes. He felt his mind sinking again into the pleasure of obedient submission. To think, he once imagined a life of independence and study. What a fool he’d been. This was what he’d needed all along. This was what he wanted.

This was what the mistress deserved.

Jonathan moaned, his hands moving around Mayura, pulling her closer as she took her pleasure from him. Her scent overwhelmed him with every breath. Her body conquered him with every stroke of her hips. He could feel his orgasm building, and he yearned for it. To surrender. To give this dark goddess all that she desired!

Mayura’s purring grew stronger. Deeper. Her hips fucked him into the divan faster. Faster. Her pussy tightened, rippling. She broke the kiss, panting, her lidded eyes looking down at him. Confident. Amused. Triumphant.

“Cum for me, stud,” she gasped, her body glowing in the rolling violet flames. Her breasts bouncing with her frantic strokes atop him. “Cum in me. Breed your mistress! Breed your goddess!”

“Yessss!” Jonathan cried. “Yes! Mistress! Please! Oh f-fuck yessssss!”

His voice rose. A wail. A cry. A sound of purest submissive bliss. His cock throbbed within her. Surrendered to her. His balls tightened, and he came.

Mayura moaned as his hot cum pumped into her hungry pussy. Her aching womb. She shuddered, hilting herself atop him with a final, quaking stroke of her hips. Her lips parted, a gasp of purest pleasure, her body aglow with her triumphant peak.

Jonathan’s mind blanked as he came. He knew then that nothing would be the same. That everything changed in that glorious moment. He’d never be able to leave her. He was hers. Utterly. Slavishly.

He felt like he’d passed out for a moment, only coming to when Mayura lazily lifted her hips, unsheathing him from her tight cunt. She lazily rolled her shoulders, her lidded eyes looking down at him.

“Hmm. Not bad, stud. Though we will have to work on your self-control. You will be expected to pleasure me for hours at a time, when you are not at your other tasks.”

“Y-yes mistress,” Jonathan gasped, blushing in humiliation at his failure.

Mayura patted his cheek. “Do not worry, my dear. We will have years to train you properly. When I am done, you will be the perfect, obedient breeding stud.”

“I c-can’t wait,” Jonathan said sincerely.

“So I see,” Mayura said, quirking a brow as she observed his cock stir, stiffening anew. “Hmm. Another thing I enjoy about humans. Always so virile. Now, my dear. I have a gift for you. Closer your eyes.”

Jonathan obeyed, because mistress needed to be obeyed. He heard her shift, felt the warmth of her body as she leaned over him. He gasped as something tight clicked around his throat.

“Open your eyes.”

He did, touching his neck, feeling the supple smoothness of the leather collar. A wave of heat went through him. A sense of strange pleasure and delight. A physical symbol of his spiritual and mental submission to the gorgeous dark elf. One only enhanced when he saw the leash she loosely held.

“Mmm. There we are. A perfect fit. Now, stud, I believe you are ready for another round. We will need to properly ensure my breeding, and the best way to do that is through repeated efforts. Are you ready to go?”

Jonathan nodded eagerly, his cock throbbing anew with desire for the dark milf. “Yes, mistress.”

She smirked. “Good boy,” Mayura purred, leaning back on the divan, tugging him upright with the leash, parting her legs to reveal her pussy still leaking with his seed. “Then get to it.”

With alacrity he obeyed, moving between her legs and hefting them onto his hips. Mayura purred softly as the tip of his cock rubbed against her pussy, her lower lips parting against the head as he pushed forward. With a groan he slid inside her once more, Mayura sighing in pleasure as he began to fuck her again, driving himself into her pussy, her breasts wobbling and bouncing with every smack of his hips against her lovely bottom.

Jonathan panted, looking down at the glorious body of his mistress. His beloved. To think he’d almost gone to college. Almost went off to start a life beyond these dark halls and their lovely owner. A life beyond obeying Mayura. Breeding her. Caring for her. Adoring her as she deserved. What a futile existence it would have been without her intervention.

And his daughters would be as lovely as their mother. As confident. As powerful. As clever and brilliant as her.

“Love you,” he gasped as he frantically pumped into her. “Love you. Love you, mistress. Love you so much.”

“Mmmm. I love you to, my dear… ah… stud,” Mayura moaned, shifting beneath him, arms stretching over her head like a cat as she enjoyed his frantic efforts.

Jonathan cried out, those words pushing him over the edge, his cock hilting within her, his body shuddering as it emptied again his virile cum into her fertile pussy and womb. Not that he was worried about breeding his beloved mistress. He’d go again and again. Every day. Every night. Whenever he wasn’t cleaning, servicing, or adoring his mistress, he would be fucking her.

Because he was a good stud.

And good studs loved their mistress…