Chapter One

Arthur rounded the corner, shoving open the door to Becky’s office. Becky sat behind her desk, with the new dark elf intern standing behind her, looking at the computer screen. They looked up at him, surprised. Becky smiled up at him. “Oh hey Arthur, I was just showing off our new allocation program to Gwen. Did you need her?” Gwenneth stood, smiling. “Hello, we’ve actually not met yet, Mr. Penn, I presume?” She held out a hand. Arthur’s heart thudded in his chest. Oh stop being a pansy. I didn’t pick you because I thought you were a quitter. Arthur’s hand grasped the small dusk gray hand in his as he felt the familiar jolt of electricity jump from his hand to hers. A blank look crossed her face.

He looked at Becky. “Trance.” He circled around placing the dark elf back down into her chair. Arthur knew very little about dark elf culture and even less about the beauty sitting in front of him. Fuck it “Hey Gwen, what’s your favorite kind of porn?” Her brow furrowed. “Can’t tell you, is inappropriate.” He exhaled through his nose thinking fast. “You don’t need to worry about that, it’s normal for coworkers to get to know each other, because it means they can work together more closely.” She nodded. “More closely.” He looked up at Becky. “And it’s always normal for coworkers to help each other out in the office. Right?” She nodded. He took another deep breath. “And I’m your boss, so I need to know, so that I know how best to motivate you. It’s very important for good bosses to reward employees. Right?” She nodded again and he continued. “So what’s your favorite porn?” She shook a bit as her face heated up. “There’s a really good one that’s pretty vanilla, but it’s about a human and dark elf girl, and- she calls him daddy. And he calls her his good little girl. And my- every time he says that…” She trailed off.

Arthur blinked. It couldn’t be that easy, could it? No way. No, fuck, I won’t even need to reach for it. Arthur’s jaw dropped. He swallowed and closed his mouth. Oh please, daddy issues? From the dark elf? Please be more unoriginal, honey. Soooooo typical, dark elf men tend to lack the confidence necessary to fulfill any DDLG kinks and they hate other elves. Humans are definitely bigger and gruffer, it makes sense. Don’t you ever stop talking? Tell her to be less basic. No wait, never mind. I’m feeling something from your underdark. If it floats your boat, go be the best daddy ever.

“Gwen do you like that video because you want to be called a good girl?” She nodded giving an inarticulate “Mmnhmm.” He grinned. “Gwen, when you think about any of those types of videos, you should think about me calling you that instead. Any time a girl in one of those videos calls him daddy you should imagine it’s you calling me that. Got it?”

She nodded. “Call you daddy.” He sat on the edge of Becky’s desk. “Good. You want me to be your new daddy, don’t you?” She nodded again, starting to get a bit more frantic. “And you want to be a good girl for your new daddy, right?” Her gray face was flushed with red and she nodded, the heels of her hands pressed into the crotch of her skirt elbows locked. “Well, if you’re a very good girl for daddy, we can do some of the other things in those videos. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” She gave another affirmative groan.

As much as he wanted to stay Danyssa’s schemes had sent Mata directly to the fem beholderkin. He hesitated.

Chapter Two

As much as Arthur would love to play with his new girl, he felt like he could breathe a sigh of relief for now. He wasn’t worried about Becky freaking her out and Mata had been sent to the monster that he had created. Who knew what Soks would do to the poor goblin?

He took the elevator up.

Arthur stepped up to Shiavereth’s office and opened the door to the small receptionist area. Mata was standing behind the tall desk, on a step ladder, staring intently at the screen. Soks floated directly behind her. Her gaze shot up as he entered the room. Mata kept working diligently, not even registering that Arthur was there. “-And then I led the little shop guy back to the dressing room so he had to watch! Aw man, it was so hot. Arthur has a massive cock. Waaaaay bigger than any tiny goblin shrimp dick, you know what I’m saying.” She continued to prattle on, oblivious.

Arthur locked the door, and walked around the desk. One eye followed him. He looked at the screen. Mata was taking a single file and moving it back and forth between two folders while she continued to chatter. “And then I jumped into the cleaning booth and there was this slippery blue elf chick but she wasn’t an elf and she had a dick-” Arthur could see one eye tendril was looking at Mata from above the computer screen, instead of its usual gold color it flashed with purple in a hypnotic strobe.

He stepped up to Soks, and she beamed up at him, rising higher until she was eye level with him. One tendril met his gaze and suddenly he couldn’t move, not even to speak. “Arthur, I was so sorry that you couldn’t join me for dinner. I went to go find Cheryl, but she told me that even though she would have loved to see you, you hadn’t made any plans with her for dinner. Mata mentioned that she took you to meet her mother. I’m sure that the girls must be throwing themselves at you in droves, and that you just had a little scheduling mixup.”

She grabbed his hand and pushed his fingers into her cunt. She wore nothing under the short blue skirt. “Uuugh, I would be so happy to reschedule that with you.” She ground herself into his hand. Mata continued to chatter away oblivious to the lewd display behind her.

“Mata here has been telling me all kinds of stories. I figured that the competition would be fierce but you’re really a busy boy aren’t you?” Her face heated up as she increased the pace. “It’s okay, I’ll just have to work harder, won’t I?”

Soks the Benevolent worked his fingers deeper, grinding faster, her face a shade of red that really shouldn’t have been possible. Mata continued to chat, totally unaware of what was happening. “I still don’t know what he said to my sister, but she wouldn’t look me in the eye during dinner.” Soks ground herself mercilessly into his hand. She looped her arms around Arthur’s neck and began to pepper it with kisses as she started to pant harder and harder, bucking her hips as she levitated in the air. You know, this is less of a seduction than I had imagined. I guess she is so convinced of her own superiority, she assumes that flashing a bit of snatch is all it’ll take to have you eating out of her… well you know.

Soks’ breathing was ragged and uneven. She felt like she was on fire. Certainly no other human had ever had this effect on her before. She preferred to satisfy those more unseemly urges in the comfort and privacy of her own home, in front of a mirror. She deserved the best, though. She climaxed on his fingers, belly pushed into the crook of his arm back arched at an angle that would be uncomfortable for any less alien than her. She’d at some point kicked off her shoes, and her toes were pointed in the air like a ballet dancer.

She released his neck and let herself drift down and backwards until she was upside down, her face level with Mata’s rear. Her skirt was now totally ineffective at hiding her from the public. She floated lazily, before stretching and drifting back up. She hooked her knees over his shoulders, giving the appearance that she was hanging upside down from him. “See Arthur, can you see how wet I am down there? Can you smell it? I smell amazing, don’t I? I taste even better. I’m so tight. I’m probably the tightest you ever had. We can let your little goblin pet watch if you want.” An eye stalk pointed itself at the goblin and flashed from gold to blue. Mata rotated gently before stopping, still oblivious gazing into the strobing purple eye.

Soks righted herself, her thighs gripping the sides of his head. She frowned. He wouldn’t be able to really enjoy it, while he was still paralyzed. Oh well. She untangled herself. Here’s something he can enjoy… Soks grabbed at his belt. Mata continued to chatter. “And then I put on the maid costume, but it wasn’t really a costume. It was ooze and she had a dick” The belt jumped and began flowing up Soks arm, and she panicked. She tried to pry it off with her other hand but it just kept flowing up her arm encircling her limbs restraining them. Arthur was naked but free! Lexx wrestled the eyestalks into a pseudo ponytail and suddenly he was able to move again. As Mata broke eye contact she shuddered, and blinked rapidly.

Soks struggled. “What- what is this?!?”

Soks couldn’t even thrash. Lexx had covered her limbs and stalks, locking them in place, but still she floated several feet off the ground. Arthur walked around to Mata as she began to recover, concern on his face. “Hey, you okay?” Mata shook the cobwebs from her head. “Where- why are you naked?” Arthur grinned relieved. “Somebody just needs to learn some manners.” He scooped her up and she giggled, as he planted a kiss on her cheek. “Care to lend a hand with that?” She beamed up at him. “Um, sure.”

He turned to the restrained beholderkin, levitating gently. She had managed to flip herself onto her back with all her struggling. “You know you didn’t need to kidnap my girl?” Mata’s stomach fluttered. He continued. “I’m afraid I can’t reschedule dinner but I’d be happy to give some personalized attention right now.” Soks stopped struggling, as her eye lit up. She gave a tentative nod, suddenly worried that she might get everything she wanted anyways and that she’d screw it up if she opened her mouth. Something that had certainly gotten in her way in the past.

Arthur dropped Mata to straddle her midsection, green knees pressed into gray hips. “Mata here can even help. Dear, can you unbutton her top for me?” Arthur circled back around and grabbed her. He found that he was able to maneuver her around quite easily, even with Mata sitting on top of her. Mata finished opening her shirt exposing perky gray flesh topped with hard dark nipples. “Done!” Arthur grinned. “Show them some attention, it looks cold in here.” He chuckled. Her skirt had been pushed up around her midsection and her panties were nonexistent. The patterning on her legs still gave the impression of stockings but her thighs were still smooth to the touch. He gripped them, pulling them apart. She was still dripping wet from her toying.

Mata’s tongue ran over hard little nubs of flesh. “Hey, I- oh!”

Arthur knelt, and grabbed her gray hips directly behind where Mata’s knees squeezed into flesh. His tongue teased, and the gray alien woman sucked in a sharp breath. She could feel his hot breath and his fingers squeezing flesh. She could feel the goblin tongue teasing across her small nipples while green hands squeezed and caressed. She luxuriated under their attention until Arthur stood. Her breathing hitched. Her thighs opened around his hips, ready for him. Her eye closed as she braced herself.

Mata let out a little yelp as he entered her, pulling her hips towards him, but redoubled her efforts. Soks eyes flashed open. She looked down and realized what had happened. That she was being used as a table. She gazed down at Mata’s face as Arthur began to pull back out, only to push himself deeper. Mata bit her lip suppressing a groan. Soks could feel her blood beginning to boil. Here she was presenting herself to him in all her glory, totally restrained and helpless(though she could escape any time she wished, surely) and here he was choosing to warm his cock in- in- She didn’t even want to finish the thought, when suddenly he was inside her. His length filled her slowly to the deepest places. He adjusted his tempo as the goblin went right back to sucking on a pert black nipple and he began rubbing his thumb on her clit.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, to prevent him from escaping again, but his hands grabbed her ankles and he bound them together around the waist of the goblin using the same strange blue substance which bound her other limbs. Her limbs shook as he used her. Though infuriatingly, he would swap between them every few minutes, playing with his fingers whoever he wasn’t fucking raw, leaving them on the edge for what seemed like an actual eternity. Mata broke first, cumming all over his fingers as she squirmed on top of the gray skinned beauty.

As Mata came down she looked up to make eye contact. Soks felt something inside her that she hadn’t ever felt before, but before she could identify this new feeling, her back arched and all her eyes squeezed shut as her body twitched and bucked, cumming on his magnificent human cock. Mata would have been thrown had he not wrapped her ankles around him.

Arthur pulled himself out and twirled her in the air. He let his cock rest on her face before tilting her head back for uninhibited access to her throat and pushed himself into her mouth slowly at first. Her throat gripped him. Soks tasted her own juices on his thick cock. He caressed her face with one hand. Arthur began to rock his hips forward and backward. He used her mouth. She could feel him getting close in her throat. The sensation was too much to bear, it overwhelmed her. She wrestled against the bonds again. It was all too much she bucked and shuddered in the air again as he pulled back out erupting hot white ropes on to her face.

Chapter Three

Gwenneth relayed her plans for investigating the department to Saris on the limo ride home. Arthur had effectively kept her at arms length over the course of the day, but he was finally out of excuses. She confirmed with him before she left that she would be spending the rest of her time in his department shadowing him directly. When they arrived at their penthouse apartment they shared a small meal and went their separate ways for the night.

Gwenneth spent the next two hours exercising furiously. Treadmill, sit ups, battle ropes, by the end her dark purple skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, her loose tank top soaked. The exercise hadn’t done anything to calm her down though. She still felt pent up, full of energy. She went to go take a shower. She turned on the water and grabbed her phone while she waited for it to heat up. The water heater could supply a battleship but the apartment was so large that the water had to travel to get there.

Her ass landed on the counter while she brought up her favorite video. She leaned back against the cool mirror as she brought one foot up on the counter. Her hand drifted lower as the Video started. Her fingers began to work themselves faster. "Hey Daddy, I know you said that if I passed all my classes this semester you'd buy me a new car, but..." The actress was a dark elf from another clan, less prosperous clan clearly if she was reduced to acting in cheap tawdry performances such as this. She wore a white shirt tied up to reveal a toned midriff, with a plaid skirt, that was in no universe practical or appropriate especially for a scholastic setting. Playing her "daddy" was a very fit human male, with a clean shaven head, and very short stubble. Gwen hit the skip button four times. The actress was bent over her "daddy's" knee, and his hand slapped her pert ass.

"Oh Daddy, I promise to be a good girl!" Slap! His hand dropped down onto her dark gray ass. Gwen picked up the pace. Her fingers danced. Steam rose out of the shower raising the temperature in the large bathroom, the cool countertop pressed into her ass. Her mouth trembled. "D-Daddy." Gwen tested the word. As she said it, she put herself in the actress's shoes. She imagined herself bent over the knee of a large gruff man, as he smacked her ass and told her she was a bad girl.

She hit the skip button a few more times. Now the elf was kneeling in front of him. His cock slapped against her face, and she devoured it hungrily. The human groaned. "Good girl." As he said it Gwen felt herself tremble with excitement. Suddenly she imagined herself on her knees in front of Mr. Penn, calling him Daddy as she sucked on his cock. Her fingers pressed harder. She would love to hear him call her his good girl. She could practically taste his cock in her mouth, so she tested the word again. “Daddy. Please Daddy.” Her fingers picked up the pace. She hit skip again. He was behind her now, impossibly thick cock filling her, asking if she’d be his good girl. Gwen answered for her. “Yes daddy, I’m your good girl!” She shuddered and bucked against her fingers.

She played with herself lazily, putting the phone back down on the counter as the bathroom filled with steam. She- did she really just cum to the thought of her boss calling her a good girl? That- He was good looking, for a human.

Chapter Four

The next days were hell. Gwen had assumed that while she shadowed him he would be begrudging, keeping her at arm's length, but he was informative, patient, cracking jokes and resolving issues with confidence and efficiency. Arthur showed her the ins and outs of his department, ticket generation, parts ordering, direct support. He was also really easy on the eyes. Every compliment or word of encouragement made her burn.

She consistently had trouble focusing. Two nights in a row she came home and fingered her brains out, without the use of her previously favorite video. On the third day with him she couldn’t wait and excused herself to the bathroom, because he put his hand on her shoulder while pointing at the screen and she had almost called him Daddy. Gwen felt like she was going to explode on the spot.

All the while the ring whispered in Arthur’s ear, tempting him with pleas to just bend her over the desk and take her. Pants from the material plane would not have stood for the constant and prolonged abuse, even as Lexx enjoyed the near constant meal of his arousal. Danyssa was no calming influence either. She sat on his shoulder taunting him with all that would be his as soon as he acted. He needed relief.

He asked Cheryl on a date.

Chapter Five

"I'm free! What night? No, any night is fine- Tonight! Yes! Yes, I'm free tonight." Cheryl flopped on the bed with an excited giggle, clutching the phone to her chest. She wiggled in glee coiling and uncoiling herself, and rolling on the bed hard enough to give a crocodile a run for its death roll. She would need to get ready fast. She slithered out of the bed and over to the closet. The handle turned with a faint squeak and a pop and hiss as the door opened. It was so hot and humid in her apartment that her closet had its own dehumidification and air quality treatment system. She pushed through all her clothes. She had the perfect thing to wear.

Arthur had to call in a favor. Well, he had to ask Kira very nicely to call in a favor. Eladrin's Fine Cuisine was one of the nicest restaurants in the city after all. He hailed a centaur cab and was on Cheryl’s apartment steps at 7 O’clock. She opened her apartment door nervously and slithered out into the hall. Arthur picked his jaw up off the floor. Cheryl had picked out an absolutely lovely, flowing, open backed, burnt orange dress, that made her appear as if she were wreathed in flame, contrasting against her silver and blue scales. Her silver hair cascaded over her shoulders. She beamed at him.

They arrived at Eladrin’s and gave Kira’s name to the hostess, a lithe elf woman, her skin the color of summer. They were seated at a table overlooking the glowing cityscape through a massive arching window. They were waited on by a young man who looked as if the brittle orange leaves that adorned his hair would fall away at any moment. A vintage that was, quite frankly, above Arthur’s experience was recommended to them and poured. Cheryl glowed under the attention, and they chatted into the night.

The restaurant is packed with the upper echelons of Atlier. The mayor is dining across from a lovely thing that isn’t his wife, celebrities pepper the crowded floor rubbing elbows. There are at least two members of rival criminal organizations present. The current champion of Thrask has a corner to himself and a few of his acolytes. Last and by no means least was the CEO of Brightforge Heavy Industries enjoying a night out with her granddaughter, who has been somewhat distracted as of late.

Honeysuckle Creeksong stood at exactly four feet tall. Her black cherry blossom evening dress flowed elegantly down her legs as she half leapt half glided across the restaurant floor, flitting between tables on luminous wings, checking in on the most important clientele. She stopped at the hostess lectern and hovered for a moment. She had exactly one table to give when Kira called, and it looked like she had already checked in and was at table… 69. Nice. She’d swing by, say hi, maybe meet the new guy that Kira had been droning on about. Her hair was a cotton candy pink, cut short into a banged bob, with a single pink and black braid. Contrasting with the formal elegant dress were piercings down the length of her pointed ears and a single septum piercing giving her surprisingly punk look for the manager of the best restaurant in the city.

She lifted into the air, scanning over the patrons, until she zeroed in on the table. Sitting there was a man she did not recognize and not Kira. The edges of her mouth turned down. A mix up with scheduling? She would call Kira and make sure that she had penciled her for the correct night. She fluttered back to her office, pulling out her cell phone as she flew. As the door shut behind her she had the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Kira, did I schedule you for the wrong night?" Honey dropped into her chair. "Cuz I'm going to have to kick out some schmuck who swiped your table." Kira blinked on the other end. "Um, no, it was for tonight. Did he not show up?" Honeysuckle paused. "Well, someone's here, and they gave the frontdesk your name, but since you weren’t with him… Kira. Are you in a throuple?” Kira was silent. “Kira. Are the three of you sharing a bed?”

“Well- I haven’t- not with Cheryl-” Honeysuckle contained a shriek. “Is there more than one, kitten?!?” Kira shut her eyes. “Yes, technically-” Honey cut her off. “And you weren’t going to tell me?!? I’ve been advising you to adopt the outlook of the fae courts for how long and you finally take my advice and you forget to include me?!?”

Chapter 6

“Kira, Kira, Kira. When you said you wanted to make this night special, I promised that I would do my best. And so you have nothing to worry about on that front. Besides I’m sure he has vitality to spare if he can keep you and- the Lamia satisfied.” Kira’s eyes went wide and she stopped herself from apologizing, knowing full well that an apology made was an acknowledgment of debt to the fae. “Leave enough of him intact for me please. It’s bad enough that I have to share him with what seems like every woman in the office.” Honey’s eyes glinted. What an interesting mortal to keep more than one maiden satisfied and managed.

———

Across the crowded restaurant Saris and Gwenneth sat at the table Saris had kept reserved for every Friday night for the last forty years. “Is that Mr. Penn?” Gwenneth’s eyes shot up from her plate, her neck stretched to peer out over heads. She could see them out on the balcony. Is he on a date with Cheryl?!? She didn’t think they were an item, but the way she was dressed… “Oh, I should go swing by. Say hi.” Saris shook her head. “They’re busy, besides this is our night. You’ve spent nearly the whole week with them. If they see us then I’m sure that at some point they’ll come over and pay tribute.” Gwenneth pouted. “I suppose I’ll see them on Monday.”

“Hmmn? Oh no, no on Monday you’re moving to accounts. The rotation?”

——

The night was looking to be exceptionally lovely. The wine was perfect, the food superb, the ambiance to die for. Cheryl and Arthur spent an excellent meal in each other’s company. “I’ve had a wonderful time tonight, Arthur. It’s a shame that the table is too small for me.” She giggled as she said it but her eyes glinted mischievously. Her tail was long enough to coil around the table several times, sadly there would be no way to conceal her under it, but Arthur grinned. Looking around, he got down on one knee and ducked under the table cloth. Cheryl yelped as hands gripped her scaled hips.

Arthur's hands crept up her snaking body and slipped under the hem of her dress, pulling it up. Cheryl, in perhaps deserved optimism, was not wearing anything at all under her stunning formal dress. She quivered as his lips kissed up what would be her thighs.

“More water, miss?”

“Wha- Oh! Um, yes! Please.”

The waiter poured from a crystal pitcher. Ice in the shape of graceful elven maids appeared mid-pour and clinked against the side of the glass. Cheryl’s face was beet red as his tongue began to trail up and down.

“And the Gentleman?”

“Oh, um. Bathroom.” She smiled weakly.

“Of course, miss. Shall I refill his water?”

She nodded. “Y-yes. Please. Thank you.” The waiter nodded and repeated his graceful almost performative action over Arthur’s glass as well. As he walked away Cheryl released the two handfuls of tablecloth and breathed a small sigh of relief. Arthur was merciless. His tongue ran in tight circles, teasing and exciting. By now he had several fingers buried inside her and was tracing the lines of her labia with them. He licked around her clit and her hips bucked, she gasped into her drink.

“Mmm… mmphh…” She sighed softly.

She whimpered. His fingers found their way to her entrance and began stroking in and out. She moaned, her head falling back, her eyes rolling back into her head. “Don’t… don’t stop.” She mewled. He felt his cock twitch at the taste of her.

Cheryl moaned and thrust her hips up towards him. Her face was a color best compared to a tomato. She tilted her hips and arched her back, as spasms shook her and she muffled a scream into her hand cloth.

He sneaked out from under the table.

Chapter Seven

Arthur and Cheryl waited at the entrance to Eladrin’s. The valet had just finished explaining to them that they wouldn’t be hailing a cab back to Cheryl’s apartment after all and that they had been upgraded to a premium package which included a limousine. A small relief to Arthur, who had found the backseat of the taxi a tad small when accompanying a girl with a six meter long tail.

As a second valet pulled the stretched limousine around it was also explained to him that the manager would like to speak to him in her office. Cheryl piled into the heated interior as quickly as the valet was able to open the door to escape from the cool night air.

“Go talk to her and hurry back darling. I’ll wait here in the limo!” She giggled as she uncoiled herself over all the seats, pulling a drink from the small car bar. He sighed. After the action under the table he wasn’t even sure he would make it back to her apartment, but he would just have to make it quick. “Okay, I’ll be right back, have fun in there. He turned to follow the waiter, who led him back through the crowded restaurant and through a narrow hall that seemed to be made of living wood, to a small green door that he was sure he’d have to hunch to get through.

When the door opened he was greeted by the scents of strawberry and summer. His face slackened for a moment until he shook his head, to clear away the sudden desire to fall asleep under an oak bough near a slow creek. The scent was undercut with something that evoked hot nights of wild passion, rising bonfire sparks and the stars through branches.

The space that he found himself in didn’t appear to be an office at all. The furniture seemed to be made of living wood, gently sung into shape rather than carved or manufactured, though how they managed to replicate wheels was a mystery. No, It appeared he stood in a small wooded glade, soft grass beneath his shoes. It was only then he noticed the diminutive figure behind the desk. Although she should’ve stood out more quickly to him with her pink hair and cherry blossom print formal attire she fit the least out of anything in this office, and that included the modern electronics that sat on her desk.

“You must be Arthur. You can call me Honey. I genuinely hope that you enjoyed your evening here. Kira really gushed about you when she made the reservation, she is wild about you.” She fluttered up over the desk to stand closer to him. “We had a wonderful time, the limo was an unexpected delight.” She quirked an eyebrow and gave a small demure smile. Ah, so he knows enough not to imply a debt is owed. Clever.

Internally she was screaming . From her phone call with Kira(and Mata in the background) she got a somewhat fractured picture of the story. The fact that he had seduced and was in an ongoing sexual relationship with a myriad of partners was very impressive. Very reminiscent of home, where position in the court could certainly be elevated by proving your worth in the sensual arts.

“Well, Kira is a dear friend. I hope that you enjoyed your meal, I noticed that you must have stepped away at some point. Nothing urgent, I hope?” She hovered a few feet higher off the ground so she could engage with him at eye level. Arthur smiled back. “Urgent? I suppose that some might call it that, but I have to ask, what was that I felt walking through your door?” She hovered closer. Fuck! Balancing transgressions in my realm, a man who understands the laws of host and guest, rare. Stupid of me. I Would have had him. Good poker face and he turned the tables, and he resisted the glamour. I don’t know how he did it, and that just makes it better. He keeps his hands to himself too, that’s not really a fairy rule but it is polite.

She wanted him, and Impulse control had always been a serious problem for her, and here he was just a hand's breadth away. She couldn’t contain herself any more and her lips met his hard as she wrapped herself around him, before stopping totally frozen except for her wings which kept her aloft.

Arthur disentangled himself from the eager fairy, setting her down on the edge of her desk. He chuckled. Women were literally throwing themselves at him, pretty soon he’d have to start beating them off with a stick. He looked down at her, remembering his time with Gwenneth. There really was just something so intimate about striking right at the heart of innermost desires and just giving it to them, becoming the one in their world who can fill all of their fantasies.

“You’re pretty enthusiastic, Honey. Doesn’t it bother you that I’m dating Kira and have another girl in my car?” She shook her head gently. “No, makes it hotter.” Arthur quirked an eyebrow. “Really? How so?” She nodded “Kira said that you had lots of girls. Obviously my friend has excellent taste And the amount of ladies you can satisfy by extension would make you highly desirable in the courts. You must need a calendar.”

“So in your mind the number of partners I have makes me an ideal lover.” She nodded. “Ideal lover.” He continued. “And as the ideal lover you want me to be able to fill all of your desires.” She started bouncing slightly, and replied dreamily. “All my desires.” He continued. “But for me to know what you want, you need to tell me about them. Then I’ll give you everything you need.”

Her face flushed. “I don’t want you to be gentle. Everyone thinks I’m a dainty fairy and treats me so gentle. I want it hard. I want to be tossed around like a toy. I wanna be held down. I- I want you to put your hand around my throat and squeeze. I’ll tap twice when I need a breath, three times means I want it harder.” Well, cum down my throat and call me a fleshlight! Kinky! How come all your girls are freaks? I’m barely even doing my job at this point.

Arthur ignored her. Honey’s little panties were soaked in anticipation. Arthur cupped her cheek with one hand.

“Awake.”

Chapter Eight

Arthur wrapped his hand around her throat and pulled her to him, kissing her hard. Her lips tasted like her namesake, honey mixed with strawberries. A small yelp escaped her lips as she was pulled towards him. His other hand groped her ass and pulled her into his lap. She gyrated hungrily, locking one ankle behind his knee. Their tongues explored each other enthusiastically.

Arthur’s grip tightened around her throat, and her eyes widened as her body trembled. She grinned manically, as her hips moved faster. His lips pulled away and she could feel his hot breath on her ear as he nipped it, before attacking her mouth again. She loved it. He was going to give her exactly what she wanted. Even with her feet off the ground she still needed to tilt her head up to reach him.

She tapped his arm twice and he released. She took a deep gasping breath and in a single motion her high fashion dress was tossed to the ground in a crumpled heap. Her flesh was pale and smooth and soft. “Fuck Honey.” Her eyes took on a wild gleam as she launched herself back at him. He caught her mid leap and flipped her away from him as his clothes melted to the floor. One hand reached around her to play and tease over her sensitive clit, running over a clean stripe of bubblegum pink hair. Again she felt his breath hot on her neck.

He gripped his cock, and lined it up to her, lowering her down, and she gasped. One arm wrapped around her neck, her back pressed up against his hard chest, as he began to bounce her. Three taps. He grips his other arm making it a full head lock as he starts to thrust, smooth and hard. She tries to moan but it comes out as a “Gurk!” Three taps. Arthur pumps harder. Her legs spasm and her hips buck as she tries to grind herself deeper onto Arthur’s cock. All the while he keeps thrusting. His tongue runs over her ear, flicking one of the cartilage piercings teasingly. She could feel a single bead of sweat dripping down her midsection.

Every neuron in her body fires as she feels something break inside her. Magic which she had learned to hold as naturally as breathing fractured and dissolved. And she could feel its effects fade. She began to slide down Arthur’s chest and he released her in surprise as she shrank, his cock still inside her. She got smaller and smaller until she her head rested against the top of Arthur’s abs. She was so tight and frankly, he didn’t have any idea how she could still fit him inside her. She was hot and even tighter than before

She breathed heavily. “Bitch, did I fuckin’ tap?” Arthur recovered quickly, taking one hand and wrapping it around her and squeezing. Three taps. He squeezed harder and began to slide her up and down, using her like a toy. Three taps. He started moving faster, using his pinky to rub against her. He was nearly sliding all the way out on every stroke at a speed which caused her ass to make a small slap sound against him every time he bottomed out inside her. “Oh Fuck, you’re such a dirty little fairy toy. I’m going to take you home and shove you in my drawer so I can use you whenever I feel like.”

She was beyond rational thought at this point but she still nodded in agreement. He paused and flicked her ass hard with the nail of one finger, turning the whole cheek bright red and she yelped. He flicked her ass a few more times before starting again, squeezing her tight. Honey was a shaking quivering mess, a line of drool ran down her chin to his fingers. Arthur couldn’t last either. He pulled her down as deep as she could go, exploding inside her, as she matched him. The sensation too much to bear.

Two taps and he released her. Although, impaled as she was she stayed immobile. Using a combination of legs and wings she pulled herself off him, a torrent of cum bathing the inside of her legs, before she flopped down exhausted, taking in deep shuddering breaths. She crawled up his chest to collapse again, leaving a trail behind her.

She was going to seriously consider living in his sock drawer.

Chapter Nine

Lexx cleaned both of them up. Honey was surprised but honestly didn’t have the bandwidth to question it. She recast enlarge on herself and was back to being able to pass as a halfling with wings again. Lexx flowed around Arthur reforming into the tux he arrived in. Though in a bit of whimsy Lexx opted for an untied bow tie, hung casually around his neck.

He repeated his offer to let her live in a drawer, grinning cockily. Honey stretched languidly, and made a similar offer to allow him to squeeze inside her tree, before reversing course lamenting that he’d break everything, and she’d never make it to work on time again. “You know Arthur, I’d be happy to help coordinate your social liaisons here at Eladrin’s. The lovely thing in the limo can’t be the only pretty thing that deserves a bit of pampering.” She handed him a small card with her cell number hastily scratched on the back.

When he arrived at the limo he found that only minutes had passed. Time in the fae being as uncertain as it is he was grateful that he wasn’t emerging years from now. Cheryl and Arthur enjoyed the limo ride home, and the night together and awoke the next morning in a tangled mess. Arthur didn’t leave for the entire weekend, as they enjoyed each other in a myriad of ways. The oppressive heat of the apartment meant that Arthur spent the weekend naked, to Cheryl and Lexx’s delight.

But the real world called, and on Monday Arthur had new problems to deal with.

Arthur unlocked his door with a satisfying click. As he entered he could smell… freshly baked cookies? He looked around. His apartment was immaculate. Every inch was cleaned and polished. His confusion was well deserved, he had certainly not left the apartment in this condition when he left to pick up Cheryl almost three days ago.

He heard a sound from the bedroom, and he went to investigate. Coming down the hall he heard more, somebody working to do something quickly. Then, silence. He pushed the door open quickly. And then he saw her, kneeling on the bed, hands clasped in front of her, back straight. Her white hair spilled down her back in curls. She wore a flushed shaky smile on her face, along with pastel blue skirt cut off just at the knees.

Gwenneth Violora.

Chapter Ten

“W- what are you doing here, Gwen?" Arthur shook his head. How did she get in here? “I wanted to surprise you! ...I hope that that's okay?" She stammered. “I know I’m moving departments and I wouldn’t get to see you anymore at work and I thought I wouldn’t be able to convince you without being here in person... so I came by earlier to see if you were home." Her eyes flicked to his face. “You're not angry or anything, right?" What was I thinking? This was so stupid! I shouldn't have just broke in, and basically lived here over the weekend waiting for him. I should have just asked him out like a normal person! What the hell is wrong with me?!?

Internally she was panicking.

Arthur walked over to her and sat on the bed. “I- No I’m not angry, but why didn't you just call me? Or text me? Wait, convince me of what?” She lowered her head slightly, as though ashamed.

“It's a little embarrassing, Daddy..." She took a deep breath. Oh goddess, it just slipped out, I’ve been practicing this conversation for days!

“Daddy?!?”

“Please daddy? I want you to call me a good girl, and take care of me." She barreled ahead, shaking like a leaf and looked up at him pleadingly, her grey eyes shining and earnest. Her voice was barely above a whisper. The image of her kneeling before him, begging for his attention, was nearly enough to short circuit his brain.

“Please, daddy… I spent the whole weekend cleaning up for you, and I baked you cookies…”

“Gwen...” He leaned in close, and she bit her lip.

“Yes daddy?" She glanced up at him imploringly.

“If you want me to call you a good girl, then you need to be a good girl.” He said in a firm tone. She trembled at his command. “Yes daddy!" She nodded emphatically, her grey eyes wide in anticipation. She stood and knelt down in front of him, looking up at him. She tried to keep eye contact, and managed it for several seconds before she looked away from him shyly. She was trembling so much that she braced her hands against her thighs.

“What should I do, Daddy?" She asked softly.

“First you are going to look at me, and then you're going to tell me exactly what you want me to call you, and what you want me to do with you." He instructed. She nodded. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze, her face flush, her lips parted. “I want you to call me a good girl, please daddy." She murmured softly.

“Very good, now what do you want me to do with you?" He asked, stroking his finger along her cheek gently, while she trembled at the praise. “I-I want you to fuck me, daddy. I want you to take my pussy and fill me up with your big cock." She said, her voice shaky. “Do you want me to make you feel good? Do you want me to fill you up until you cum all over yourself?" Arthur asked. She whimpered in response. “Yes daddy..." She moaned. “Is that what you want? Are you a naughty girl who needs to be punished?" He asked, leaning in close to her, and running his hand down the side of her face. She whimpered again. “No daddy, I'm a good girl. Please let me be a good girl for you." She panted.

“That's right, a good girl, who's going to be a good girl for me. Tell me what a good girl does." He told her.

“A good girl obeys her daddy. A good girl takes care of her daddy. A good girl makes sure her daddy is happy with her." She said, panting. “And how are you going to be my good girl?" He asked her, his voice stern. “By taking care of you. By making you happy. I'll do everything you want, and be a good girl for you." She said, smiling. “Good, then show me what a good girl looks like when she takes care of her daddy." She reached a hand out and unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock. He could feel her hot breath on it as she gave it a tentative lick. She moaned, taking him into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, licking the tip of his dick, and swirling her tongue.

She took him in deeper, sucking him with abandon. She gripped him tightly with her hand, when she realized he was too big to fit in her mouth. She slowly pulled back, looking up at him adoringly. She licked her lips and smiled up at him.

“That's a good girl." He told her.

“Thank you daddy!" She cooed, kissing the tip of his dick. “I want to give you a blow job, daddy. I want to suck your big cock until you cum in my mouth." Arthur felt his heart race. It was so strange to think that she had come here today, just to seduce him. To convince him to be her daddy. She licked her lips, circling the tip of his dick with her tongue. “I want you to cum in my mouth daddy. I want to taste your cum." She said, her breath quickening. She began to bob her head up and down, faster than before, as she worked his cock into her mouth. She teased him, rubbing her tits against his leg, pressing her nipples into his thigh.

“Tell me what a good girl does when her daddy cums in her mouth." He told her.

“Mhhh... a good girl swallows her daddy's cum. A good girl knows that her daddy likes it when she swallows." She moaned around his shaft, her head bobbing. She sucked on him as fast as she could, stroking his cock with her hand at the same time. “I want to swallow it daddy. I want to taste your sweet cum." She moaned, her tongue swirling around his cockhead.

Arthur felt his orgasm building quickly. He knew that he couldn't last much longer. He didn't want to cum in her mouth. He wanted to fuck her. He had not yet touched her pussy. But she was relentless, stroking him harder as he felt his cock swell even more. He came deep inside her mouth, covering her tongue and throat with his white hot load. She swallowed, trying to drink all of his cum. When she pulled back from him, he saw that she was covered in his cum, and her cheeks were flushed. Her curly white hair was matted with his spunk.

“That was so good, daddy." She said breathlessly.

Arthur smiled at her.

“This isn't over, Gwen."

Gwen looked up at him, Arthur's cock was still rock hard. "Get on the bed." He demanded.

“Yes daddy!" She scrambled up onto the bed, and laid down on her stomach, presenting her ass to him, doing her best to avoid getting his cum all over the clean bedspread. She failed, as it dripped down her face, leaving white stains. “Spread your legs," he told her, as his clothes melted away.

“Yes daddy!" She spread her legs obediently, showing him her soaked pink panties. He knelt behind her and hooked his finger around them, pulling them to the side. She could feel his tongue run its way over her wet slit, tasting her pussy. “Mmmmmm, you're such a good girl, Gwen. You really took care of my cock, didn't you?" He asked, his face hovering over hers.

“Y-yes daddy! I loved sucking your big cock, and I love that you made me swallow your cum." She moaned as his tongue ran across her clit, sending shivers through her body. "Good girls deserve to be rewarded, don't they? What do good girls do when their daddy gives them a reward?" Arthur asked, his tongue making slow circles around her button.

“They thank their daddy!" She replied, her voice quivering.

“Exactly. Thank you daddy for letting me suck your cock, and for letting me swallow your cum." She said, her voice shaky.

“Thank you daddy..." She moaned, as his fingers slid between her legs, running up and down her slick slit, gently rubbing her clit. “I'm not done with you yet, Gwen. You've earned another reward." He told her, spreading her legs wider, and pushing his middle finger into her hole.

“Yes daddy!" She gasped, as the intrusion filled her with pleasure. Her juices lubricated his finger as he pushed deeper inside her. He circled her hole with his finger, slowly beginning to slide it in and out of her tight little pussy. Her hips started to move on their own accord, responding to the pleasurable sensations. Arthur began to pump his finger in and out of her, faster and faster. His thumb brushed her clit, sending jolts of electricity through her. The pleasure grew within her. She squeezed his finger tightly, as her body tensed up. Arthur pulled his finger out of her pussy, and she whimpered, as he positioned himself behind her, his cock ready to push inside her.

He thrust forward, sinking his throbbing cock deep into her waiting pussy. Gwen felt her toes curl as he stuffed her full of his cock. She felt him enter her, stretching her open. Gwen was in heaven. She felt full, stretched to capacity. She shivered and moaned as he filled her tight little pussy. He held still for several moments, allowing her to adjust to his size. “You like having my cock inside you, don't you?" He asked, his breathing heavy.

“YES DADDY!" She wailed, squeezing her thighs together, as if to try and keep him inside.

“How does it feel knowing that daddy owns your pussy?" He asked, rocking his hips back and forth.

“It feels so good daddy!" She whimpered, as he began to pick up the pace. His cock was throbbing hard, and she could feel him pulsing inside her. He pulled his cock out of her, and she whimpered at the loss. He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up, so that she was resting on his thighs. He lined himself up with her entrance, and slammed back inside her, dropping her back down onto his waiting cock. “Yes daddy! Fuck me!" He pounded away at her, the bed creaking beneath them as he fucked her roughly. “I'm going to fuck you until you cum on my cock, Gwen." He told her. She was so close to cumming, and he wasn't going to last much longer, even though he had just coated her face. Her pussy clenched tight around his cock, milking him for every drop of cum. “Cum on daddy's cock." He commanded her, reaching down to squeeze her tits.

“Yes daddy! Cum in my pussy!" She screamed, as her orgasm crashed down on her. Her pussy tightened around him, milking his cock as he exploded inside her. Her body shook, and she squirted all over herself, coating his cock with her juices.

They collapsed on the bed, spooning gently. Gwen could feel their combined lovemaking dripping between her thighs. He wrapped an arm around her midsection, pulling him closer to her, her head sat in the crook of his neck. He whispered in her ear.

Gwen eventually disentangled herself from her new daddy. Despite how badly she thought that she bungled it, this had been a resounding success. Her legs spasmed and shook on her way to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she realized just how much he had cum all over her face and she beamed, especially when she looked down and saw how much was dripping out of her. She knew that there was a reason that she had decided that he would be the perfect daddy, the thought of his perfect giant cock sending another shiver down her spine.

Arthur pulled out his phone, and sent a quick message to Shiavereth, she had been impatient all week to bring Gwenneth into the fold, so this should make her happy, he thought to himself. Gwen was at my apartment this morning. Will be late to work. I sent her to go take a shower. The reply came instantly.

Excellent.

Did you happen to take any pictures?

For blackmail. Not for me.

Please?

I want to see you filling her cunt.

Arthur chuckled as his phone continued to ding, and went to go join Gwen in the shower.