FREE USE in a Fantasy World

Ava barely remembered the passage through the Hot House, down the stairs, into the back and the waiting cellar.

A large bed consumed the middle of the room, framed by silky curtains like a piece of some palace stolen away and transported to this place of grim stone.

A strange tripod was angled towards it, a box atop it with several glass lenses and a curtain masking the back. Lamps glowed around the room, strategically illuminating the rumpled sheets atop the bed.

"My studio," Miss Stroud purred as she pulled Ava towards the bed, stroking the elf’s wrist, making Ava tremble with terrible delight and anticipatory pleasure. "Have you heard of photography?"

"I think so. Karl was talking about it. Isn’t it that thing they use silver powder for?" Ava said.

Miss Stroud’s lip twitched in a wince. "Somewhat. It’s a new medium, developed by the alchemist guilds," Miss Stroud said. "I’ve added my own... twist to it. An arcane art that will project a limited scene right into the hands of the customer."

"Like an erotic woodcut?" Ava said.

"Something like that," Miss Stroud said.

She released Ava’s hand, stepping away. The sultry mistress of the Hot House reached back, pushing out her chest and running a finger down her back. Laces parted seamlessly, and with a soft sigh her breasts bounced into the open, fully revealed.

"Mmm. There we are," Miss Stroud purred. "So much better."

Ava stared at the pale woman’s nakedness, admiring every supple curve of her breasts and hips. She suddenly shivered, feeling another pair of eyes and turned her head.

A man was in the room with them, unseen because of his black robes and hood as he stood in the corner.

There was a strange smell about him that made Ava’s nose crinkle. Something like brimstone and rotting things.

"Who’s that?" Ava asked.

"Don’t mind Lurin," Miss Stroud said. "He works the camera."

"Um, hi," Ava said.

Lurin muttered something and shuffled up behind the box, ducking under the hood and adjusting the tripod.

"So, what’s this project?" Ava said.

"I’m in need of a partner for some photos I distribute to... fans of my work," Miss Stroud purred. "It’s so... inefficient running a club like this, don’t you think? All those poor, horny people out there, and us only able to fit a few dozen in the club. So few able to admire my body. Lust after my curves. Tragic, in fact. But, should they have pictures of me, cast in my loveliest light, my most achingly desirable pose on demand, why, it would make things much easier."

"Things?" Ava said.

"Earnings," Miss Stroud said.

"Oh! Gotcha," Ava said. "You sell them!"

"Precisely. And I think you’d be a wonderful partner for some of my pictures. Now, shall we?" Miss Stroud purred, giving Ava a light push.

The elf fell back, bouncing on the bedding, and in an instant Miss Stroud was on her.

The pale seductress’s eyes burned as she surveyed the ample curves of the elf, her hands moving, stripping away Ava’s clothes with ease.

Plump breasts wobbled free of a frilly bra. Legs kicked off lacy panties, baring gentle folds, already wet with desire.

Miss Stroud licked her lips, looking down at the elf, admiring the blushing blonde laid bare. Pure, untainted beauty helpless under her on the bedding, looking up at her with warm but dazed eyes.

Ava was panting with want. She had never been so struck by a woman before.

Miss Stroud’s dark eyes that flashed red every so often spoke a whole different language of strength and desire.

Ava felt the incredible urge to submit to Miss Stroud’s will, only this time she knew it was not some magical mind control.

It was the hierarchy of lust asserting itself, and Ava was most definitely on the bottom.

Miss Stroud folded her arms across her breasts as she smiled down at Ava.

Ava could feel those eyes almost like a physical touch, roaming all over her, making her breasts heave and her thighs open wider.

The hooded man, Lurin, moved closer, reminding Ava that she was not alone with Miss Stroud.

Far from being embarrassed, the blonde elf moaned with need and ran her hands over her breasts and down to her thighs.

"Look at you," chuckled Miss Stroud. "A cooing slut, ready to be sucked dry."

"Oh? Are you going to suck me?" Ava asked hopefully, running one hand to her blushing cunt.

"Mmmmmm, perhaps I will," Miss Stroud said, flashing a smile that revealed those gleaming canines. "But first, sit up, you nosy little elf whore. On your knees, just there. That’s it. Let me get a good look at your face. Those lovely cow tits."

Ava obeyed, trembling as she looked up at the beautiful Miss Stroud.

Those eyes and those black-painted lips. Her skin as smooth and perfect as a dish of cream. Nipples almost pale blue in color and jutting from slightly puffy areolas. A small triangle of dark hair neatly trimmed above her cunt.

She heard Lurin’s machine snapping beside her as Miss Stroud cupped Ava’s chin, tilting up the elf’s head, forcing Ava to look at her.

"The pleasures and pains I will teach you are countless," Miss Stroud hissed. "We will go on a journey, you and I, to tempt the souls of every man and many women in this city. They will see us and they will know the true meaning of desire can be found in submission. To me."

Miss Stroud brought her lips closer. Ava could not look away from the woman’s mouth and flashing teeth as Miss Stroud formed the words.

"Tell me that you want that, Ava," whispered Miss Stroud, caressing Ava’s cheek with her delicate fingers. "That you will join me on this journey. That you will forget all about those nasty questions and focus on what is important. Desire. Pure desire, captured by Lurin’s camera. Shared with all of New Larrin. Perhaps shared with the world."

"I want that," Ava admitted, finding she wanted it so much that it was hard to breathe. Her breasts heaved. Her lips held open by her soft gasps. "I want it, Miss Stroud."

"Submit to me," purred Miss Stroud, running her thumb across Ava’s lips. Across the pink of Ava’s tongue. "Willingly. No magic. No trick. Submit your body to me so that we may begin our journey."

Ava had never had a strong will. Pudding had more mental fortitude than the lovely elf. And she wanted everything Mis Stroud demanded.

Sure, being a reporter was important. It was her dream, in fact, to bring the truth to the people of New Larrin. But what could be a greater truth than the very desire she felt for Miss Stroud? Aching inside her. Throbbing in her core.

"Yesssss," Ava moaned. "Oh, yes, Miss Stroud. I submit! Please. I need it. Use me!"

Miss Stroud’s smile was triumphant. She stroked a blonde curl from Ava’s face and closed the distance. Her lips met Ava’s.

It was a short, commanding kiss. A kiss to claim Ava’s lips. To accept, with the barest of erotic formalities, Ava’s complete surrender.

"Mmmmm," Ava moaned. But the kiss ended all too quickly and Miss Stroud pulled out of reach.

"You want more, don’t you, my pet?" asked Miss Stroud.

"Yes, please," Ava giggled, feeling the heat growing in her cunt.

"Will you do whatever I say?"

"Anything," Ava said without hesitation.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

Ava wet her lips. She opened her mouth wide and extended the pink length of her tongue, curling it partly over her chin. The tip of her tongue wavered and flexed with her excitement. She stared up wide-eyed at Miss Stroud.

"Good, good," Miss Stroud said. "Just like that. Just... like that..."

She leaned over Ava, slowly extending her tongue from between her black-painted lips.

Saliva gathered on her tongue, sliding down its length and forming at the tip. More and more, slightly foamy, a globule beginning to dangle from the tip of Miss Stroud’s tongue.

Beginning to hang. The drip elongated and dangled in a glistening strand.

A moment later, more spilled down Miss Stroud’s tongue and the whole wad of saliva dropped straight int Ava’s open mouth.

The camera clicked as the spit splattered on Ava’s tongue and disappeared down the curl of it and into Ava’s mouth.

"Mmmmmm, that’s good," Miss Stroud said. "Barely a flinch. How does that taste, Ava?"

"Good, Miss Stroud," Ava said, feeling the violation of that saliva gathering at her throat. Resisting the urge to swallow.

"Perhaps a taste of something sweeter? Yes?" Miss Stroud lifted an eyebrow.

"Yes, please," Ava agreed, nodding eagerly.

"Go on, swallow it. Good girl. Now then. Something else for you."

Miss Stroud combed her fingers into the curls at the back of Ava’s head. Tightened her grasp and wound Ava’s hair around her fist. She jerked back Ava’s head even more and leaned over her, dangling her soft, pale tits and blue-tinged nipples in Ava’s face.

"Ohhhh," Ava moaned, staring up at those breasts with a hot ache of desire.

"Yes, something sweeter," purred Miss Stroud, teasing her breasts closer and closer to Ava’s open mouth.

At last, her right nipple grazed against Ava’s lips. Her tongue. Stiff and yet soft. Moving across Ava’s tongue.

The other nipple there a moment later. Soft, cool, dangling weight, pressing down.

Settling into the cup of Ava’s open mouth. Miss Stroud’s fist tight in Ava’s hair. The weight of Miss Stroud’s tits smothering Ava’s nose and mouth. "Suck them. Suck me."

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