What We Do to Survive

I stood there silently for a long moment, eyes staring unfocused at the rune-covered loop of metal that held Verdan’s arms bound up behind her back. Then I shook myself, straightened, and took a step back. There was no use thinking about things that I couldn’t do yet. Despite all my progress, Seatamer was still far beyond me. I had barely managed to wrangle a pair of half-trained adolescents, Seatamer was at least five times as old as either of my cows, and that was only covering the time during which he’d been living in human lands. More than that, I barely knew anything about him and his elven family. Going at them with anything less than eighth circle magic was just asking to get smacked down, and it was probably best to wait until I was a true Archmage.

No, I needed to take things one step at a time. The thugs seemed to have been a dead end, but capturing them was a payoff all on its own. Perhaps it hadn’t been their idea to go after my Lea, but they had been the ones to do the deed and had now suffered the consequences of their actions.

Now, it was time to move further afield, starting with the noble brats that had dared hurt Lea the first time around. At the time I had let them go, more worried about Lea’s safety than any sort of punishment. I might not have any real evidence to suggest that one of them had hired these thugs, but that was immaterial. Whether they had done it or not, they had damaged my Lea and that meant they needed to learn that some actions have consequences. If I found my true target along the way, all the better.

Beyond that I also needed to refocus on my own progression. I had allowed myself to become distracted, slacking off in my practice and not properly focusing on my studies. That was unforgivable and needed to change. I suddenly regretted not purchasing one of those sirens, it would have been good to have an available sacrifice for my rituals class, but it was what it was. I would need to focus on finding something as soon as possible.

For now though, my darling little pet deserved a reward. More than that, I needed to calm down and relax. It was always good when work and pleasure overlapped like that.

My fingers trailed for a moment up along Verdan’s sides as I walked around her to step up behind Mistletoe. Even bound up so tightly that she couldn’t so much as wiggle her toes, the red-headed elf somehow managed to project an air of palpable neediness, her body just begging for attention. Arousal ran in narrow rivulets down her plump thighs, tracing the outlines of rhythmically tensing and relaxing muscles, and dripped quietly from the red and puffy lips of her perfectly shaped pussy.

The moment my hand touched her back, Mistletoe’s entire body tensed up for an instant, and I felt her try to press into the light touch of my fingers. Metal creaked quietly and the runes carved into both her pale skin and covering every inch of her bonds glowed as the amount of mana flowing through them spiked momentarily.

Only my confidence in my spellwork and the knowledge of just how much mana I was pumping out of the girl each day between the bonds, milk, blood, and other materials I gathered from her kept me from jumping away. Mistletoe always got much more feisty when she was kept on edge for an extended period of time, but she wasn’t going anywhere.

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Eventually though, all good things come to an end. “Rea,” I called out haltingly, “come get your treat!”

The purple-skinned slave knew exactly what was coming and rushed forward, scrambling across the floor in a half crawl to kneel beside me. With a soft pop, I pulled fully out of Mistletoe, her ass opening and closing as she tried to pull me back in. I barely had to turn my hips before Rea was all over me, mouth wide open and eyes gleaming as she took me in her mouth. She bobbed her head several times quickly, tongue dancing along my length and lips sucked in tightly around me.

Then, she lunged forward, taking me all the way down her throat as her nose pressed up against my pubes, and it was finally too much. One of my hands shakily went behind her head, long soft hair sliding between my fingers as I held her face tightly against me. I leaned my head back, exhaling a long, gasping breath as she continued to lick and suck at every accessible inch of meat in her mouth.

Not for the first time, I seriously appreciated the fun quirks of elven biology that made this sort of thing possible. Had Mistletoe been anything other than an elf, this sort of fun would have required tedious cleaning and would have still been rather unpleasant for my pet. Instead, her biologically vestigial ass made for a lovely and completely sanitary fuckhole that didn’t risk producing useless half-elf children. I didn’t know why elves had asses when they clearly weren’t using them for anything, but it was certainly very convenient here.

“Very nice… Rea,” I eventually managed, “you really are such a good girl.” Rea responded only by redubling her enthusiastic licking and sucking. I enjoyed it for a moment, then roughly pulled her head back. “Well, that was a lovely warm up, but I think it's time for the main event, hmm?”

Rea’s eyes widened and she rapidly nodded her head, her gaze still locked on my spit-slicked length. I ruffled her hair, then used it as a handhold to pull her to her feet. I was a little more careful than usual, an invisible tendril of force ready to catch her if she didn’t manage to get her feet under her in time. After all, she’d done such a good job prettying herself up with her arms locked behind her back for me and all. It would be a shame if she ruined it all by cracking her head open on the stone floor or busting her nose.

“Let’s move this over to the bed, you can sleep with me,” I whispered into her ear, “feel free to be as loud as you’d like tonight, pet. Let’s give the cattle a show on how a good girl like you is treated.”