Lilly And The Raven - Part 7

More Lilly! Updates will now be on Monday and Friday. The schedule makes it easier for me and for you, I hope.


In this post: Amazoness, elf, lactation, BDSM, bondage

As I watched her tongue snaked out of her mouth and began to lick at the cum on her face. Immediately I felt a stirring deep in my member. I watched her slowly, lovingly scoop the cool goop into her mouth with her tongue, watched the muscles of her throat work as she swallowed one mouthful after another. I was utterly blown away, stunned. I moved closer to her, my cock falling into the soaked mattress. I reached out and I scooped a mouthful of cum from her cheek with my fingers and held it to her mouth. She looked at me, then opened to accept it, sucking my fingers clean and making a great show of swallowing it. I cleaned off her other cheek and she repeated it. Her forehead, her chin, neck, her cleavage, all of it she accepted with loving care, infinite pleasure. She reached out and wrapped a hand around the back of my head. I could feel the cum being wrung out from my hair as she pressed me close to her, so that we were face to face. Then she opened her mouth and began licking my face clean. I was so turned on I could have started ravaging her again. She licked my face clean and started moving lower. As she licked slowly, laboriously, again I started gathering up mouthfuls from her body and shoveling them into her mouth between licks. It took almost half an hour, but we cleaned each other thoroughly, she swallowed every last taste of cum our fingers could gather from the bounty that surrounded us. I didn't go home that night. We fell asleep, still sticky, wrapped in each other's arms, my cock nestled between our breasts.

I awoke to a pulling sensation on my breasts. I sighed in contentment, even though the bed beneath me was freezing cold and wet, even though my body was sticky and my hair had dried into something indescribable. I opened my eyes to a sun-drenched room and looked down at my raven-haired lover, to see her suckling my breast like a newborn babe. Milked and then milked, I thought again. I watched her shamelessly, for her eyes were closed as she sucked tenderly on my nipple. She looked positively angelic in the early morning light, and I felt an almost motherly love for her until I remembered shoveling handfuls of semen into her open mouth. Without opening her eyes, she switched to the other breast when the first had run out. She suckled tirelessly, and it felt so good I couldn't even make a sound. When at last she had her fill, or had run me dry, I'm not sure which, she opened her eyes to find mine upon her and she smiled.

“I've gotten more than my two-copper's worth.” She said in her deep, seductive voice. I laughed carelessly, maybe for the first time in my life, and made no other answer. We laid there a while, then bathed together, barely fitting in the tub due to our size. My member laid dormant, as small and concealable as ever despite its massive size then night before. We kissed, and caressed each other, and rubbed our nipples together, but I was still content. I didn't crave the release, but it was still in my thoughts. She didn't seem to mind, she was content to wait a while.

She invited me to pick out clean clothes from her wardrobe, and so I did. I sifted through her clothes, every garment was a tiny slip of fabric, a small cut of leather. She had a few gowns that had not been worn in years, but they would have never fit over my breasts, which now completely covered my entire midsection. Just as I was about to give up, I saw a black and white dress at the very back of a closet, and pulling it out, I found it was the uniform that maids wore in Eel'Dora, complete with the matching head piece, except the frilly, puffy skirt was so short my ass would hang out. I was stunned to see something like this and slowly realized it must have something to do with some role-play request from one of her clients. But then I realized even further that I wanted to wear it! I was absolutely exhilarated again. I threw it on over my head, gathered my breasts up as compact as they would go, and they spilled out enormously over the top of the dress. The skirt was indeed short enough to expose most of my ass, so I put on a pair of fishnet stockings from another drawer and found a pair of her highest, steepest heels and shuffled off to find her.

She was in the kitchen, eying her small supply of food. She laughed when she saw me, but I could tell she was turned on, which made me even more turned on.

“Good morning, master.” I said, affecting the breathless, overawed speech that the maids back home had used. Feeling the words come out of me was unbearably erotic and I fought to keep my erection down. She smirked at me.

“I'm hungry, maid,” She said, “You are lax in your duties.”

“I'm so sorry, master,” I could feel the color rushing to my cheeks now, truly like any maid, “I will serve you at once.”

And so I clattered about her kitchen in shoes that would have made any real maid a cripple within a week and fixed a breakfast of biscuits, honey, and tea. All the while she sat at a small dining table and watched me. I felt her eyes drinking in every inch of me, and my face felt flushed and my movements sluggish and quavering as I felt those sapphire jewels burning into me. My mind was racing, thinking of ways to prolong the fantasy, to make it more outrageous and more complete. I gave up my search for a honey dish when the next idea struck me. I walked quickly to my expectant lover and turned her away from the table in her chair, then returned to the serving platter I had prepared with her breakfast. I pulled my breasts from their extreme constraints and rested them on the platter. Her eyes were wide as I turned around and came towards her again. I settled to my knees before her, placing the platter in her lap, and smothered my breasts with honey. She ate slowly, dabbing her biscuits on me and sipping her tea. When she finished she set the platter on the table and looked down at me.

“You must eat too, my pet.” She said. She spread her legs open and positioned herself so that the sight and aroma of her pussy hit me like a slap. She dabbed honey on it and looked at me expectantly. Trembling, I leaned forward, burying my head between her legs, feeling the smooth skin of my long ears trailing along her even smoother thighs. The strong taste of honey could have never dulled the even stronger taste of her as I tentatively ran my tongue along the lips of her inviting pussy. I shuddered with delight and tasted it again, more confidently. I licked it like candy, slipped my tongue in and out, swirled it over the adorable little nub of her clit. Her fingers ran through my hair, massaged the back of my head, her sighs and moans seeming to enhance the taste. So there I was, dressed like a servant, acting like a servant, servicing someone more powerful than me. At last everything had come full circle. I could have eaten her out all day, but eventually she stopped me, breasts heaving up and down with her rapid breath, her face serene and satisfied. She stood, keeping me on my knees with a hand on my head, turning my face to look up at her, and rubbed her pussy on my face. She ran it over my lips, ground her clit against my nose, only for a moment. She sighed again, making a sound of satisfaction and stepped back. I stayed on my knees, watching her, the taste of her lingering on my tongue and wet lips. I followed her gaze, and saw that my cock was raging, torn through my undergarments and sticking out from beneath my skirt. It was bigger than ever, it would have reached my ankles if it hung straight down, thick enough to fill the gap between my legs standing normally. She smiled at me, and I saw mischief in her eyes.

Without a word she led me back to her bedchamber, stood me by one of the posts of the bed. I watched her rummage through her things and produce a handful of leather straps and cuffs. She bound my hands together and then tied them to the bed post over my head, then tied my arms to the post again at the elbows. She tied my neck, my midsection, hips, knees, and ankles the same way. Straps tight but not too tight. She put a gag in my mouth, a large red ball tied behind my head with leather straps. I let her do all of it without struggle or questioning. She owned me.  

Evil Dolly Slave Series 1

Hey pervs! Been a while. I got real busy with schoolwork and minecraft for a bit there, as well as a stint of some ERPing instead of writing. But I'm back to start posting again for all 3 of you who stuck around after my /d/ and PP fame faded. Tell your friends.


This little story is the first in a series of shorts I'm planning based on the Evil Dolly Slave Role Generator. I take a result from the generator that sounds appealing to me, and then I write a page or two describing a short scene based on that. Should be fun. Plans to come: More Lilly and the Raven, more evil dolly shorts, and some other shorts probably involving second person narration. Tentacles. Snuff. Stay tuned.


This post contains: BDSM, smoking, corsets

The Evil Dolly Slave Series

Corseted Ashtray

I was quickly out of breath when my Lady began to lead me about the mansion, the tight boning of my recently-tightened corset giving me all sorts of problems. The only comfort was that my Lady complimented me on how small my waist was getting, almost 16 inches now. Even with the corset off, as rare and brief as those periods were, my waist would stay in its new hourglass shape on its own. The leather binding of the overbust corset also made my otherwise unremarkable breasts swell hugely with each shallow breath. At first I had hated it, but after long and intense training, I could barely take my eyes off of the way the thing squeezed my body into the perfect shape. I didn't care that any strenuous activity threatened to make me faint. It was my purpose to wear this thing—and, of course, to be my Lady's personal ashtray.

I was ready to pass out when we finally arrived in my Lady's favorite lounge, a cozy room decorated in a Victorian style. My Lady greeted her friends merrily, bending over to kiss their cheeks, and I followed obediently behind. When she chose a plush leather seat, I quickly moved to get down on my knees by her right armrest, my tiny gray stain micro-skirt riding up around my legs. After only a few minutes of chatting, my Lady snapped her fingers in my face. At once I took the small black purse from my shoulder, drawing out a silver cigarette case and quickly removing a long white cigarette I had rolled myself when my Lady wasn't using me. Very gingerly, keeping myself out of sight as I had been taught, I poked the tip of the cigarette into my Lady's waiting lips, trembling with a little excitement, and flicked the golden Zippo alight and hold the flame to the tip, watching the smooth tendrils of smoke puff from my Lady's lip.

I tilted my head back, opening my mouth wide, exposing the silver disc pierced into my tongue. For many weeks I had worn elastic mounts inside of my mouth to hold it open at all times, until I learned to be a good ashtray. Now, opening my mouth after lighting my Lady's cigarette is the favorite part of my day. I waited patiently, mouth tirelessly open, until my Lady casually flicked the end of her burning cylinder without bothering to look at me. She knew I would be in the right place, and being such a useful ashtray made me feel so good I almost forgot to keep my breaths shallow to avoid the biting pain of my corset. The taste of ash in my mouth was as bitter and grimy as always. I remember how much I had gagged, and even thrown up, when I first started. I had been a very poor ashtray back then, but now I was much better. I quickly mashed up the ashes in my mouth and swallowed them, opening my mouth to receive the next flick and do it again.

When my Lady's cigarette finally burned down to a little nub, she casually extinguished it in my mouth. Most of the time, she would easily find the little metal plate pierced into my tongue for that purpose, but every now and then, like this time, she would miss. The burning cherry of the cigarette mashed into to the tip of my tongue, my Lady grinding it from side to side to snuff it out as she always did. I winced, but I knew a good ashtray wouldn't yelp or scream, or even whine, so I didn't. It was still a little scary to hear my flesh sizzle, but I was determined to be good. When my Lady's hand pulled away, I plucked the butt off of my tongue and reached down to put my hand under my skirt, sliding the spent cigarette into my latex-lined (what used to be a) cunt with the other butts. I closed my mouth for now and turned the silver case over and over in my hand, squirming a bit as my corset poked me, savoring the bitter, dry taste in my mouth, hoping my Lady would want another cigarette very soon.  

Lilly And The Raven - Part 6

Part 6 ends chapter 3 and starts chapter 4. The story begins to move in a new direction after chapter 4, so stick around. Check out the series page for parts 1-5.

In this post: Amazoness, elves, prostitution, cock expansion, bukakke, masturbation, futa-on-girl, milking/lactation

The next day, I examined my cock in the daylight. It had most definitely grown. It was now almost a foot long, five inches at least in girth. It felt massive as I held it, but it didn't sag at all when it stood erect. My breasts had grown too, another three inches in the last week. They were now bigger than my head, and none of the close fitting dresses I owned could contain them any more. I had ordered new ones, adding another five inches to my bust measurement in anticipation of how large they would be when the dresses were completed. The tailor had sent a messenger, asking if my measurements were correct. The messenger could see quite clearly for himself. They felt heavy, but didn't bother me. As the man grows in me, so does the woman, I thought to myself. It was romantic at the time.

Every night I bought a new body to ravage. Sometimes I would be the most tender of lovers, thoughtful, deliberate, giving my lover countless orgasms before I ever penetrated her. Other times I would attack them as I had the red haired girl, ravage them violently and quickly, raping them with such abandon that it frightened even me. My moods seemed random, but I went wherever they took me. I always picked Human girls, usually small but buxom. Months went on, and I started buying two or three a night. I would go out in early evening, when the sun had just begun to turn red, find a girl with pouty lips or beautiful lipstick and buy a blowjob. Always I made them swallow my seed, no exceptions. Then I would wander the streets, visit the few open shops. In a few hours I would find a new girl, take her to some dark corner and kiss her, feel her body, get worked up until I felt that if I didn't feel hands or lips or pussy against my cock soon I would burst, and then I would leave her. I would stalk the buffet until my eye settled on one girl in particular, guided by my lust, and take her off somewhere to love her or rape her, it didn't matter. Other times I would buy two girls at the same time, or three. I would take them to little hostels and watch as they all got on their knees before me, each taking turns pleasuring me. I'd line them up on the bed like my own mini buffet, sampling this one then that one, until finally the one I liked best would feel the full force of my passion and take my cum inside of her.

Each time, my cock got a little bit bigger, a little bit harder. My breasts got a little bit bigger along side, a little fuller, more supple. But they ached. Always I had heard that large breasts were supposed to give you back problems, but it was my breast themselves that ached. Occasionally some mysterious liquid would stain the front of my clothes, leaking just a bit from my nipples. I didn't know what to do, so I just ignored it as best I could.

One cold winter night, after my fourth girl of the day had been recently ravaged, I was soaking in a hot tub in my private powder room. My cock was erect again already, the head resting on my sternum, the hot water making it ache for the hot embrace of pussy—a young one, yes, one of the child whores pimped out by those crooked-toothed men...But my breasts simply ached too much to go out again. I ran my hands over them. My bust measured two feet now. I gave them a squeeze around the nipple to see if it dulled or distracted the pain a little bit, and a white liquid shot suddenly out from them, accompanied by the immense relief felt after holding one's bladder too long. I gave a startled yelp, then squeezed them again, feeling that relief wash over me. I squeezed and pulled forward against them, and the white liquid came out even faster, fuller, turning the clear bath water a murky white. I milked my tits as fast as I could, the relief almost orgasmic after holding in this milk for so long. When no more milk came, I released them, and they glowed with pleasure and contentment as if I had just finished off another little whore. I basked in that contentment and the steam of the bath and masturbated, as I hadn't done in months and months, as if in celebration. It hardly seemed fair, that my breasts could have release but my poor cock couldn't! So I worked that giant shaft as well as I could, lifting it out of the steamy water, then dipping it back in as it began to dry, the temperature changes driving me wild.

Finally the release came, and I at last understood what I had done to hundreds of women these past months. I always I had expended my passion buried deep in their wonderful little pussies or down their welcoming throats. Now I saw what my tremendous girth could do as a huge jet of semen blasted into my face from just a few inches away. I let out a little cry in surprise, and the next blast found its way with tremendous accuracy into my mouth. Reeling, shocked, but cumming, I thrashed as if in a fit in the bathtub, filled with shock and ecstasy at the same time as another huge blast hit my face, and lost some of its energy, dribbling onto my tits. Another shot, less powerful now, dumped another load onto my tits, then a small dribble. I gave my glowing member one more stroke, pushing out the last of my spent seed onto my waiting chest, then collapsed into the tub, careful to not to let the semen be washed away. I panted for a few moments, then got out of the tub, walking over to the mirror to see myself. I could barely see my face beneath the huge swaths of semen, even as it slid down and fell onto my breasts, which were also soaked with that filmy white liquid. My cock hung enormous between my legs, nearly reaching my knees in its semi-erect state. I watched it retreat to its easily manageable size, watched gravity pull all the cum to the floor so slowly. I felt well and truly spent. Milked and then milked, I thought. I washed up, and went to bed.

Chapter 4

The Slut Within

My routine became utterly depraved, and I loved it. I'd stay out all night, come home, sleep the whole day away, and get up only to leave again and find more flesh to satisfy myself with. I would milk myself when I got up, and before I went to sleep. At first I did it out of necessity, but then I grew to take nearly orgasmic pleasure in it as my breasts became even larger. They were even bigger, now, than the raven haired whore of whom I had dreamed so long ago. They came to rest just above my navel, so full that they stuck out three feet, and maintained their perfectly formed, symmetrical shape. I could only cover them with men's dress shirts that would never button, tucked into my microscopic skirts and belted with corsets that I tied tighter each night. I found a shoemaker who made me the impossible tip-toe heels of the common streetwalker. Adding eight inches to my height made me appear like a giant. The way I was forced to walk in those unforgiving arches made my bare legs tense all the time, the powerful muscles of my thighs visible like lines of charcoal drawn onto my skin. I was constantly approached by men trying to buy me, absolutely dumbfounded by my freakishly huge breasts, and I turned them all down no matter how much they offered. Money meant absolutely nothing to me, and I had in my possession the one thing a man could possibly have to offer me. They were like insects, these men. All men. I cared only for the women whom I hadn't yet ravaged, and that number was dwindling. News of the Elf woman with colossal breasts and a special, even more gigantic surprise somehow tucked under her skirt was in the ear of every prostitute in Al Zitti. Few would submit to accepting such a giant cock, and eventually I could only find the most desperate of whores, and even they would only agree to suck on it. I longed to feel it inside a tight, hot pussy again.

And that's when she found me, the one I had never seen out here, offering her body on the buffet. I almost didn't recognize her as she stood before me, for I hadn't thought of her in months. But I caught the glimpse of those sapphire eyes and it all came flooding back. It was she, the raven haired one from my dream, the one who had shattered my last flimsy hope for a normal life! Her breasts were twice as big as I remembered them now, and seeing her for the first time standing up I saw that she was only a few inches shorter than me, but it appeared we would meet eye to eye once our punishing shoes were off.

“How much for a fuck?” She asked me, licking her lips the way she had in my dream. I was absolutely raptured by her. I stared into her eyes, and I could see something strange there. They were vacant, somehow! She was driven by absolute lust, yes, I knew this, for my eyes looked this way each evening when I looked in the mirror. Pure, carnal, instinctual, insatiable lust. The possibility of her exploded in my mind, this Human woman who was almost as big as me, whose breasts also heaved, nearly exposed, covering her whole torso. She would not be a dainty flower for me to crush or caress at a whim, she would be my equal in power and lust. What had driven her to the absolute zenith of lust and depravity that I had found, had thought I occupied alone? What did she want from me that she could not find selling herself on the streets?

She gave me a questioning look, her eyes never gaining their own sentience. Well, the time had come, hadn't it? Time for me to become what I had wanted to be all along.

“Well,” I said, my mouth dry, “Two copper and you can do whatever you want to me.” Excitement rushed through me like it hadn't since those first days. To sell myself so cheaply! The going rate was a hundred gold.

“My,” The raven hair beauty replied, “What a cheap slut you are.”

“Yes.” Was the only answer I could make, and she slipped her arm around my waist and lead me away to a nicer part of town. To her own home, I realized as we stepped in, for again I smelled her smell in that place.

Immediately she turned after closing the door and pulled off her flimsy top, her tits spilling out like an avalanche of flesh. She tossed her hair and took two big strides to crush herself against me, straining to overcome the distance created by the mass of flesh smashed between us, and locked her mouth on mine. I barely had to bend my head to meet her, and I felt her power flung against me like the crashing waves against a cliff face, flowing into me through her hands as they felt along my arms, down my back, over the sculpted contours of my ass. I kissed her back, furiously, not to be outdone. My fingers raked through her gorgeous fine hair, lingered on her shoulders, felt boldly the inside of her thighs. We were like dueling titans as we stumbled, locked together at the mouth around her home. One held another against the wall, crushing her to it, until she gained the upper hand and forced the other one against a table, trying to push the other onto her back, into submission, and the tide would turn again. She ripped off my shirt and I tore at her skirt, falling to the ground on top of her as she stumbled with it wrapped around her knees. We grappled there even as we kissed, even our tongues dueling. Neither one of us would ever give up.

My cock had become hard the second the struggle began, and it rubbed constantly against her flesh, wedged between her breasts or beating against her like a club as we struggled to overpower each other. Her body was becoming slick with my lubrication, the flawless skin rubbing against the sensitive under side felt too good, made me lose strength. She rolled on top of me, straddling over my hips and grabbed my breasts, which responded with a sudden short gush of milk. She cried in surprise as I cried in pleasure. It was late evening and I was desperately in need of a milking. The raven haired one grinned and grabbed me by the hands, pulling me up. We both stumbled along, our impossible shoes clattering loudly on the wood floor, as she pulled me to another room. It was her wash room, a gas lamp already lit inside. Before I knew what was happening she had got me to my knees, was bending me over the ivory tub. I struggled, trying to grab at her leg and throw her off balance to get on top of her again, but she had me compromised, pressing her whole weight against my collapsed pelvis so that I could only squirm and try in vain to dislodge her. My cock ached, unbearably turned on by the frantic struggle that I was losing for the first time!

She grabbed my breasts again and squeezed, pulling downward as I had done a thousand times. Except these weren't my hands, I wasn't alone in my wash room doing what must be done and only vaguely enjoying it. This gorgeous, evil, powerful Human girl had me powerless in her home, milking me like cattle, breathing breathless questions into my hair about how it felt, calling me a whore and a slut for liking it so much. I couldn't have spoken to tell her, I had no words at all. Each pull was like an orgasm in itself. My mouth opened, my body went limp, my eyes rolled up and I could no longer struggle. For hours it seemed like she milked me, until the basin swam with a thin coat of milk and she released me. I struggled to stand up, and now she helped me, tenderly. I still felt her exuding power, but I couldn't fight it. She led me back to her bedchamber and laid me out on her bed, as I had done to her in my dream. She crawled on top of me, running her hand over the two feet of my burning hot cock. It lay nestled between my breasts, and she took one in each hand, closing them around it, and slowly pushed back and forth, massaging my cock with my own tits. I wanted to fight back, to seize her wrists and throw her over beside me, pounce on top of her and rub it between her tits, but I couldn't. It felt so good I couldn't move. She lowered herself as she slowly pleasured me of me, her breasts surrounding the other length of my member, and closed her lips around the head of my cock. They were just as supple, wet, and tight as they had felt in my dream. Her tongue felt rough but somehow smooth as she licked and probed.

I realized that, whatever had happened in her life, somehow she had seen cocks bigger than this. She knew how to handle it perfectly but more than that-- she loved it more than any normal cock she had ever known.

My desire for her flared suddenly at that moment. She could give me what I had wanted, had burned for for weeks now! My strength returned, a burst of primal, animal strength as I rolled over onto her, pinning her finally beneath me. She didn't struggle now. I had been in her power, now she would be in my power. We could go back and forth for all eternity.

I fumbled frantically to get myself into position, to guide my member to the spot between those spread legs that could give me what I wanted at long last. Her face contorted as I pushed in with a long cry of ecstasy and release, feeling the immensely tight fit of my freakish cock inside of her. It was tighter even than the little red head's ass had been when I raped her. But I could see on her face that this was what she wanted, that it reminded her of something she had known, something she had desired for a long time. Our passionate moans and screams went on almost ceaselessly, I was instantly lost in utter abandon from the pleasure, each moment itself an orgasm stretched over a hundred years, each thrust more earth shaking than the last. Her capacity to yield to my massive girth was astonishing, I could see the faint bulge beneath her skin as I ravaged her as fast and as hard as I could. Her pussy felt deeper than any I had felt, tighter, hotter, slicker, more textured, like a million tiny hands and open mouths massaged my member as it plowed into her. I watched in a trance as her enormous breasts heaved back and forth in time with my frantic plowing, nearly hitting her in the face and then nearly slapping against her thighs. My own breasts hung immensely heavy from my chest, slapping against hers in ceaseless, hypnotic rhythm. I drew myself up, my back straight, kneeling on the bed and pulling her up at an angle to penetrate her and pulled her to me as I thrust with my hips, and she ground her hips in a circular motion, jerking back and forth randomly. I couldn't count how many times she had cum, it seemed for her to be one long, endless orgasm of ever increasing intensity. Her whole body was tense with the pleasure of it, her face a mask of concentrated bliss.

I felt the end fast approaching. I felt my mind melting, my body becoming that beacon of pure energy, focusing down, down, down to one point, ready to burst forth. I tore my cock from her and she fell limply onto the bed. I collapsed to the side, and my cock pointed straight at the ceiling and began to cum so violently I nearly lost consciousness. The cum shot out of me in a huge geyser, the contractions deep inside of me so rapid and so powerful that the flow never broke. My cock swelled to twice its normal size, the orgasm going on longer and longer than anything I had experienced before. Huge gobs of cum showered me and the raven haired whore, covered our naked bodies head to toe. I was straining to hold my cock upright, to keep the shower going, but its sudden growth and weight too much for me. My arms gave out, and my cock crashed against me like a bludgeon with a loud, wet thud, and still my orgasm went on. Now just an inch from my face, my wild, uncontrollable member poured steaming hot cum into my face, filling my mouth as it opened in a gasp, matting down my hair and soaking the bed around me. Longer and longer it went on, it seemed it would never stop. For fully twenty seconds after my member had crashed down on me it dumped that liquid into my face, the whole episode lasting almost two minutes. I was exhausted, spent beyond words, completely unable to move when at last it finished. I laid there until the cum was cold against my skin, and the raven haired girl never stirred beside me. Finally I mustered the strength to reach up, to wipe the semen from my eyes and open them. My cock was still erect, but it felt content. It was bright red and the veins were thick as ropes on the mast of a ship. I shifted to my side, feeling huge globs of cum slide off of me, to look at my lover. She was laying as I had left her, legs spread, arms at her sides. She was staring up at the ceiling, but she was wide awake, basking in the glow of her hour long orgasm.  

Lilly And The Raven - Part 5

October begins...and today we reach page 17 of 49 of Lilly. New original work tomorrow or the day after~ Check out the series page for parts 1-4.


In this post: Amazoness, elves, prostitution, rape, anal

But of course I couldn't stay away from such pleasure once I had known it. My feet would not sit still come evening time, as the sun fell below the horizon, when I knew the buffet of writhing, sensuous bodies awaited me in another part of the city. Such behavior, so strictly forbidden my whole life. To even think about sex before marriage, let alone sex outside of marriage, was simply unheard of. Hardly tolerated at all, especially in the girls. Now it was mine, for marriage meant nothing, and I was too far from home for anyone there to ever know or care. The excitement I felt breaking the old taboos was almost as delightful as the physical act itself. And I had only done it once, in truth! Sucking that man's dick, when was it? Ah yes, wedding night, to prove that I was his property. It meant nothing. A thousand open mouths would swallow my cum now, and I would never have to be the one doing the swallowing ever again. I had the power and the freedom of any man in the city! The thing I rebelled against the most had become the hedonism I abandoned myself to. I hadn't even realized I had left the house until I was half way to the place I had been last night, dressed now in my shortest skirt and most revealing top, with my lips painted a deep shade of red, the rouge heavy on my cheeks, the kohl thick around my eyes. My wavy blond hair was clipped behind me but otherwise hung loose, bangs hanging in my face exotically, mysteriously. My ears had no jewels on them for the first time in years, and I loved how smooth and slender they felt without the cold catch of metal against my fingers as I stroked their wandering expanse from base to tip. I was always a bit vain about my ears, so long and slender...

I walked through the buffet even slower than before, in the shadows again to avoid being picked out by another perusing customer. I still had no idea what I would say if approached, and dimly I entertained the idea of accepting, going to some filthy alleyway and sucking off a stranger for a sum of coins so tiny I would have thrown it into the hat of a street musician though it could feed a regular family for a week. But no—that was no longer me. I was no longer the woman. I was the form of a woman, with the power of a man. The way the world should be, the aggression and power of men in the safekeeping of delicate feminine hands

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As I said I drank in the sights even more slowly today. The bare legs, the ample bosoms barely covered, the sensual curve of the feet forced to stand nearly vertical. I wondered where I could get a pair of shoes like theirs. But now one caught my eye, another dainty Human girl, much more trashy than the innocent little country girl I had dominated the night before. She was taller than that one, her red hair was like a flame in the night. She wore only a bra of leather and a leather skirt that looked like a blindfold stretched to cover the bare minimum of her hips. Her legs looked like they were carved from marble, her eyes were heavily circled with dark paint, and her stance was utterly confident, endlessly sexual. I could already feel my pulse racing as I approached her and found her much less perturbed by me than the girl the night before. She asked no questions but came with me after naming her price, which shocked me as it was barely a fifth of what I had paid the other girl. I pulled her close to me as we walked to a hostel and rested my hand on her ass, feeling the way it shifted back and forth with each step. What a pair we must have looked! The tall Elf and the sexy, confident Human, both barely dressed, walking so close their sides touched.

Something about her demeanor and confidence woke something primal in me. I had known all possibilities with the country girl the night before, but now my focus was clear. The defiance and cavalier attitude of this one infuriated me in a very cold, dispassionate way. I wanted to break her spirit, to crush her confidence and leave her shaken. I wanted to dominate her like she had never been dominated, force her to submit to my will. As we stepped into our private room she asked for payment. I produced it, held it out to her, then snatched it away as she reached for it. She stared at me incredulously. I threw the money past her, smirking as it clattered on the hard floor.

“Pick it up.” I commanded. She narrowed her eyes but turned and bent down to retrieve it. I closed the gap between us in two long strides and swung my hand as hard as I could, slapping the exposed skin of her ass with a deafening report in the tiny room. She toppled over, unable to keep any balance in her impractical shoes. When she whipped around, fury on her face, I was already upon her, grabbing her arms and hoisting her off the floor and off her feet. She cried out, and it just filled me with even more satisfaction. I took the few steps to the bed and dropped her on it. To my surprise she started to scramble away from me, startled and frightened. I grabbed one thrashing ankle and dragged her back towards me, reaching with the other hand to pull her skirt down around her knees with one great jerk. I released her ankle and transferred both hands to her shoulders, pinning her face down on the bed. I could feel that lustful abandon coming over me again, driving my actions as if by steam power rather than conscious will. She cursed me, and I grabbed her arms again, flinging her from the bed and onto the floor like a rag doll, listening to her thud and clatter. She scrambled to her feet again and I grabbed her with one hand around the throat, lifting her just enough that her feet became useless. Still she struggled and cursed. With my free hand I pulled up my skirt and freed my raging member. It felt like a hot iron rod in my hand and I could see that it was visibly larger than I remembered it. She stared at it like it was a weapon and froze against my grip. I forced her to her knees before me, and in her terror she was beginning to submit. I held her by her fiery red hair and jerked her head back to look up at me. Kneeling just a bit because I was still so much taller than her, I began to rub my member on her face. It gushed lubrication, and her face began to shine in the lamp light, slick and sticky. I could sense her humiliation, and it just turned me on even more. Twice she asked me to stop, and both times I lifted my member and then with one violent jerk slapped it hard against her face. The sting felt unutterably wonderful. After I had my fill and wanted to move on, I released her and told her to get on the bed, on all fours. Meekly she did this, but I could still see she was only biding her time until this was over.

I was too tall to take her standing from behind, so I knelt on the edge of the bed behind her and quickly found her orifice and forced my way inside, heedless of the inadequate lubrication. Ah, the squeezing, hot ecstasy of that delicate canal! This one was was so different from my dainty blond beauty. I pounded her as hard as I could, forcing her to give into me, daring her with each stroke to attempt to escape me. Soon enough my member became slick enough to glide even faster through her insides. The slapping sound of my hips against her ass filled the room until it was louder than her cries and my moans. I eyed the tiny slit of her anus the whole time, wondering, wondering...

She finally cried out for me to stop, a fatal mistake. I was enraged that she would dare, that she would dare! To question me, to attempt to exact anything from me but the cruel thrust of my member into her. She should be glad to have only that! And so I did pull out of her, and her relief was evident in her sudden sigh. But I grabbed the cheeks of her ample little ass and pulled them apart, resetting myself. No! She cried out again, but I spit onto her tiny, winking anus and then drove my cock as hard as I could against its unyielding push. I pulled back and tried again, and it opened just a little bit. She was struggling to get away, but it was hopeless, I was too big, too strong. I held her there like a pin in the body of a butterfly. After much coaxing that most stubborn orifice yielded to me and she screamed in real pain. Part of me lost its nerve, but the other part redoubled its passion in compensation, and I pushed and pushed until I could truly go no deeper. I could see her bleeding, but I didn't care. I held her down and thrust, each one coming a little easier than the last. I was absolutely entranced by the tightness of it. So tight! I couldn't thrust more than half an inch back and forth it held me so tight, but each thrust was five times more pleasurable for it.

I wanted to feel her body and spirit break beneath me, so I went slow. I pumped her ass non stop for half an hour, until her trembling arms finally gave out and she collapsed against the bed, her hips held in the air by the strength of the cock ravaging it. She went limp and no longer struggled. I worked her ass faster, building up that complete abandonment of thought, feeling the torrent of pleasure approaching faster and faster, alarmingly fast. As soon as I felt my body tense up and get ready to release its pent up ecstasy, I pulled out of her, jerked around to lay on her back, scrambled on top of her, stroking the head of my cock as fast as I could as I positioned it over her face. And again it came, as wonderful and earth-shattering as ever, and I watched as each rapid contraction spilled another great torrent of sticky white cum onto her pretty, defeated little face. Her defeat, her violation, her humiliation made everything about this moment all the stronger. It fed off of her submission, like a hungry beast it devoured her dignity and washed it away in a torrent of hot white semen. I stared down at her for a long while, panting, feeling the contentment of release and the satisfaction of orgasm, of defeating her defiant spirit. I watched the cum slide slowly down the sides of her face to drip into her hair, to drag her makeup in filthy streaks behind it until she looked a horror. Her eyes were open, but she looked away from me and never attempted to meet my eyes. She didn't move, even after I had dressed, picked up my money from the floor, and left her there, broken on the rented bed.