Ava smiled dimly, her head feeling strangely light. "N-no," she said. "I am Ava Copperman with the Morning Wood."
"That rag?" The woman laughed. "Oh, dear, you are in over your head, aren’t you? Well, come upstairs. If you want answers, I will give you a few, but they might not be the ones you want."
The woman turned, her shapely body moving in a mesmerizing way within her tight gown. The globes of her rear outlined beneath the purple fabric and the fur trim softly brushing the floorboards.
She seemed to glide down the hallway in a most bewitching way.
Ava stared, a moment of doubt assailing her. She considered going back down the stairs, but then, this was why she was here. Right? Information, and the woman seemed willing enough to give it over.
What was the harm? She didn’t seem dangerous. In fact, she seemed delightful. Her every word just made Ava tingle in ways that made her want more.
Smiling, Ava followed the strange woman to a door at the end of the hall, never quite questioning why her feet seemed so eager to follow.
Unearthly pink light flickered and shimmered under the door as the woman turned to face Ava, the glow outlining her mature beauty.
"I am Ludmilla Florescu, but those who can afford to pay my price call me by a different name. To them, I am known as the Shaper of Pleasure. Come, my little reporter. Come into my salon and I shall give you a story that you will not dare to print."
"I dunno," Ava said vaguely as she swayed on her feet. "People say the Morning Wood will print anything!"
Ludmilla again arched a brow, as if surprised the elf answered, then her eyes lidding intently. "That much is true," she said as she opened the door and slipped inside, Ava following, feeling a tug like a rope was bound around her, pulling her after Ludmilla.
She found herself in a boudoir of such voracious pinkness it was almost blinding.
Pink curtains with frilly hems lay heavy against blackened windows.
A divan stretched languidly as a contented cat in the middle of the room and in a corner sat a bed so puffy it looked like a muffin of lace.
Heart shaped pillows filled the back of it, and from censers burning on the ends of long chains and framing a full-length mirror rose a cloying, flowery scent that snaked in smoke around the room.
"Come here, sweet thing. Let’s get a closer look at you."
Again Ava’s legs moved before her mind, pulling her deeper into the room and towards the divan.
She found herself sitting there, swaying almost drunkenly as the woman sat beside her, leaning towards the lovely elf with all the lazy confidence of a serpent in its lair.
"Now," the witch purred, touching Ava’s chin, guiding her face towards her. "You wanted me to tell you what I’m doing in this house?"
"That would be good," Ava said dreamily, inhaling the woman’s potent perfume. Mmm. She smelled good.
"How fortunate, darling, because I dearly want to tell you. You see I’m helping women become all that they can be."
"That sounds nice," Ava said.
"It certainly is. Especially for those darlings. So many women feel the sting of age and loss of vitality. The sagging of breasts and the cruel ravages of time."
"Wow," Ava breathed. "That sounds awful."
"Precisely," the buxom witch said, stretching against the back of the divan, her full, motherly breasts teasing her gown open another inch. "And they crave adventure. Excitement! The glory of youth once more. And I am willing to assist them in that."
"How?" Ava said.
"Simple, my dear. I get the goddess to help me. My wonderful, powerful, loving goddess who infuses those poor women with a touch of her essence. Making them so much more youthful. So much more potent. So much more... eager... to feel the pleasures of the flesh..."
"That makes sense," Ava said vaguely, then blinked, furrowing her brow. "Wait... I mean..."
"Shhh," the witch crooned, putting a finger to Ava’s lips. "Just relax. Let me explain."
Ava did feel herself relaxing. In fact, she was feeling extremely relaxed! She was just sinking into all the soft lace of the divan like it was made of pudding.
"Of course, you don’t need her tender touch, do you, darling?" the witch said, her finger running down from Ava’s chin, down her throat, teasing the upper buttons of her blouse. "Mmm. In fact, I’d say elves have no horse in that race."
"Mmmm," Ava moaned softly. "I like horsies."
"Of course you do," the witch crooned, leaning in closer, flicking open the last few buttons, Ava’s breasts in their frilly bra revealed by inches, "And I imagine your body is simply primed for pleasure. Made to be fucked... and used... and toyed with. Is it true, my pretty elf, that your kind often offer themselves to orcs and monsters as breeding stock? Relishing in the feeling of being fucked again and again? Used as a cocksleeve by burly monsters? Taken and filled with seed and young until their breasts grow so veeeeery heavy with fresh... milk..."
"Mnnnn," Ava moaned as Ludmilla cupped the elf’s full breasts, squeezing those soft orbs in her bra. "M-maaaaybe," she giggled drunkenly.
"It must feel so good to do it, don’t you think?" Ludmilla purred.
Ooooh, Ava had imagined it at times. Had she not gone to New Larrin to join the Morning Wood, she’d considered such a line. Many young elven maidens decided to offer themselves to monsters or the wild spirits, joining in the fertile rituals for which their gods celebrated.
"Mindless pleasure," Ludmilla purred, kissing Ava’s neck, making the elf whine and pant. "Endless ecstasy... Oh you naughty little elven slut, you’ve got me going now. I really should just kill you, but having a pet elf slave would be delightful. Surely the Silken wouldn’t begrudge me that? I’ve provided so many girls for their wicked schemes already."
"S-Silken?"
"Did I say the Silken?" Ludmilla said, her thumbs tracing concentric rings around the nipples tenting Ava’s bra, making the elf whine with desperate arousal. "Silly me. I do tend to talk when I have such a receptive audience. Would you like to know more?"
"M-moooore?" Ava gasped.
"So much more," Ludmilla crooned as she leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to the elf’s unresisting lips.
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