Portal Elf

George finished another day of work, shutting down his computer and reclining in his chair. That last meeting had been absolutely head-wrecking, but it was finally over. Sighing, he scooted away from the desk and stood up, then made the thirty second commute from his "office" to the kitchen to get a drink.

Working from home had its benefits, and among them George definitely appreciated not having a manager looking over his shoulder all day. But recently he had started to feel a bit lonely. He had been working from home for over two years, and had a pretty good setup in his personal home office, but outside of work and online games his social life had basically ceased to exist.

He knew exactly when his social life had collapsed too. It was the day that Kate had decided to leave him. It had been three full months since she had finished moving out. Kate had always been the social butterfly, bringing him along to culture nights and organising meet-ups with friends. But they had always been HER friends, not his, and when she left he didn't really have anything in common with most of them. He still kept in contact with some old college buddies, but none of them lived even remotely close, and video calls just weren't the same as talking to someone face-to-face. It felt kind of eerie living alone in the house after sharing the space with another person for so long.

His social isolation was not helped by his lack of neighbours. The closed town was 10 kilometers away, and his nearest neighbour lived on a farm 5 minutes down the country lane. George couldn't even see the farm from his house due to the trees surrounding his property. Other than the occasional tractor there wasn't even any traffic and the quiet was starting to get to him.

After he finished his drink, George got into his running gear. Since Kate had left, he had been trying to find things to keep himself occupied and had amped up his workout routine. He had always kept fit, but now he was working out nearly every day. The exercise helped clear his mind of any lingering stress from the workday.

When he got home after doing a 5 kilometer circuit, George checked his fitness tracker and was pleased to see he was still improving on his time. Feeling in a good mood, he stripped off and stepped into the shower to wash away the sweat from his run. Just as he was about to turn on the water though, something very unexpected happened.

First the bathroom was filled with harsh, bright light, and George was forced to cover his eyes. Then the temperature plummeted - it was like being blasted by an arctic gale. Finally he realised he could hear a faint scream, a woman's voice, somewhere in the distance. The sound rapidly grew louder and closer until it sounded like someone was screaming right into his ear. There was a dull thump and the scream stopped. Then as abruptly as it came, the light vanished and the temperature in the room returned to normal.

Carefully opening his eyes, George looked around, wondering what the hell had just happened. He was still seeing spots from the sudden bright light, and he blinked to try and clear his vision. In the middle of the bathroom there was now a pile of brightly coloured cloth. He couldn't really make sense of what he was seeing until the cloth moved. George stared in disbelief as a woman stood up, groaning and holding her head. The cloth swished around her, the fabric rippling like water as it caught the light.

George's initial impression was that she was quite short, and eyeballing it he estimated that she was just over 4 feet tall. Then she turned around to face him, and suddenly her height didn't seem that important. The woman's diaphanous robes did little to conceal her figure, and George found himself staring. She had a slender waist, but wide, flaring hips that in combination with her chest gave her a perfect hourglass figure. And that chest was something else - this woman was stacked, and her short stature just made her large breasts seem even bigger. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra of any sort - he could plainly see her nipples pressing through the fabric, and the cloth clung to her generous curves.

George forced himself to stop ogling the mysterious woman's body. He closed his eyes and took a breath before opening them again, making sure to keep his gaze above her shoulders this time. She had midnight black hair that had been tied up in a high bun and was wearing some kind of golden circlet on her brow, but a number of strands of hair had escaped, giving her a somewhat dishevelled look. George found himself drawn to her eyes, which were a strikingly bright green. Belatedly, he realised that those eyes were staring straight back at him, or rather, were staring at his exposed crotch, and he became embarrassingly aware of his nakedness. He lunged to grab a towel to cover himself, but the sudden movement seemed to startle the woman and she shouted something and moved her hand. The last thing he saw was a flash of blue light at her fingertips, as he was hit with sudden weakness and unconsciousness enveloped him.

******

Anaya winced as the man fell, his body folding like a rag doll. She was still a little shaken from her landing, and when he moved so suddenly she had panicked and cast a stun spell. He was just so strange...and tall! She had never seen anyone like him before. Gingerly she stepped over to check on the man, and breathed a sigh of relief when she confirmed he was still alive. Satisfied that she hadn't accidentally killed someone, she took the opportunity to get a better look at him.

He really was tall, nearly half-again as tall as she was. At first she wondered if he might be a troll, but he didn't really look like one. He had way too little hair, and he didn't have a tail - plus his ears and nose were way too small to be a troll. She had always been the tallest elf in her village, but when standing this man would tower over her. During her inspection, she tried to be clinical but she kept finding herself staring at what was between his legs. There was absolutely no doubt that he was male, even if she had never seen his species before. Even flaccid she found herself impressed by the size of his equipment - it was far larger than anything she had ever seen.

After a while she stopped inspecting the man and took a moment to take in her surroundings so that she could figure out where she was. Her experimental transport spell clearly hadn't worked properly, and now she needed to figure out where she was. The room was tiled, and there was a sink, a bath, a mirror and a number of towels hanging on rails so it seemed to be a washroom - which the unconscious man had clearly been using when she interrupted him. The room was lit by what looked like a glass dome on the ceiling that she assumed must be a magical lamp of some kind. Overall it was oddly decorated, but recognisably a bathing chamber, even if it was a bit foreign.

After checking that the man was still breathing peacefully Anaya adjusted her robes and exited the room - she would find a clue to where she had ended up. Even the doors were built for someone much taller than her - clearly this was a place built for people like the tall man. As she explored the house she started to feel more and more uncomfortable. Everything was so...alien. The architecture was all squares and right angles, and the design of everything was foreign and different. When she found an outdoor window she realised that the house stood alone, surrounded by a small forest of some kind.

When she found the home office she was delighted - there were maps on the walls! She rushed over to them, but after taking them off the wall to inspect them closer she felt her heart stop for a moment. She didn't recognise any of the places in these maps. Her transportation spell had sent her to a completely different world! But...she squinted and compared two of the maps. Yes, these two maps were definitely representations of the whole world, but they were different worlds. The continents were in different places. She snatched up another small map and yes, it was again a different world! This one even used a different alphabet to label the places on it.

Maybe the tall man was actually a powerful sorcerer, and he had made maps of all the worlds he had visited? She glanced around, getting a better look at the room. As well as the maps, there was what looked like a wizard's staff mounted on one wall, and there was an elaborate dagger mounted on a plinth in one corner. Not realising that these were just replicas and props, Anaya found the presence of such obviously arcane items comforting as it gave credence to her theory that the man was a magic-user. She leafed through the small collection of maps, but she didn't find anything that looked like it might be from her world. If he really had visited other worlds, it seemed like he would be her best hope of getting home. But of course she had sabotaged any hope of him being well-disposed to her by throwing a stun spell in his face!

She sat there for a moment, wondering what to do. Well...he was male...and Anaya had an idea of something that might get her into his good books.

*******

George slowly came awake. He felt a little fuzzy, but weirdly aroused. His mind was full of half-formed fantasies about being given a blowjob. The last thing he remembered was being in the shower when a small woman had surprised him and...had he fallen unconscious? His head hurt a bit, but it felt like he was lying on something soft, not a cold tile floor. He tried to banish his dream fantasies, but then he realised that he wasn't imagining the sensations from his dick. His eyes snapped open, and he looked down.

He was lying in his bed (somehow), still naked. And down by his hips the woman he had seen in the bathroom was busy lavishing his fully erect penis with attention. She was now naked as well. She was kneeling over him, straddling one one of his legs as she eagerly sucked the top of his dick while simultaneously pumping the shaft with one of her hands. George was in shock - how was he supposed to react to this? One moment a short busty woman appeared out of nowhere in his bathroom, and the next thing he knew he was in bed and she was giving him a blowjob - and a very skilled one at that.

The woman apparently noticed that he was awake, as she stopped sucking him off and raised her head to look at him, although she kept pumping his shaft with her hand. She said something, but he couldn't understand her. It sounded like a foreign language of some kind, but not one that he was familiar with. While he didn't speak them, he had had enough exposure at work to recognise most major international languages, and this didn't sound like any of them.

He shook his head at the woman. "I don't understand what you are saying."

The woman had a look of confusion for a moment, then she exclaimed something and smacked her forehead, briefly stopping her ministrations. As she did so, he couldn't help but stare - her hair had shifted, and he could now see two small horns on her forehead. They were a soft brown in colour, and each was about two inches long and curled over itself. The woman started making short sharp gestures as she spoke, and as she did he noticed her ears were unusual too - they were long and pointed. Before he could contemplate this too much he realised she was speaking again - and this time could understand her! Although it was odd - what he was hearing didn't seem to quite match the movements of her mouth. It was like watching a foreign movie that had been dubbed over.

"Sorry about that. I should have thought about needing a translation spell - of course we don't speak the same language."

George had a million questions, but he couldn't seem to figure out what to start with. "Uh...what are you doing?" was the oh-so-eloquent response he eventually mustered.

The woman grinned, and let out a little laugh as she responded. "What does it look like?" She started to pump his still-erect cock with her hand again. "I'm giving you a blowjob. I felt bad about stunning you earlier, and thought I should do something nice to make it up to you."

And with that the mysterious woman bent back to her work once again. George couldn't help but moan with pleasure as he felt her tongue roaming across his cock, seeming to know exactly what areas to give attention to as she bobbed up and down on his shaft. He half wanted to protest, after all she was a complete stranger, but she seemed pretty eager. Besides, he wasn't forcing her to do anything and it had been months since anyone beside himself had touched his cook and her attentions were driving him crazy. George found his thoughts muddled by lust as she continued to lavish attention upon him, and it wasn't long before he felt himself approaching climax. She seemed to sense his impending finish and changed her rhythm, skilfully keeping him on the edge.

George groaned in ecstasy. He had never experienced a blowjob this good before in his life! This woman was clearly a master of what she was doing, and he was putty in her skilled hands (or rather, her mouth). After what seemed like an eternity of being held on the cusp of orgasm, George felt the woman slow down. He looked down, and found her tilting her head to look at him, her lips still wrapped tightly around his cock. Their eyes met, and as he stared she slowly descended on his cock again. Watching his cock disappear into her mouth while he could feel her tongue sensually caress it was an absolutely divine sensation. She stopped about half-way down his shaft, which was about as much as she could comfortably take into her mouth, and held herself there for a moment. Then, millimeter by millimeter she lifted herself again until only the tip of his cock remained within her mouth. At this point, George felt like he was on a hair-trigger and it would only take the tiniest push to send him over the edge.

George swore that he saw a twinkle in the woman's eyes as she lowered herself again, but this time she shifted her position somehow and she didn't stop halfway - she just kept going until she had engulfed nearly all of his shaft, his swollen head now buried in her throat. George had never experienced being deep-throated before, but the feeling was divine. When she started to bob her head again she kept her movements shallow, keeping his cock nestled in her throat. She didn't have to keep it up for long, as after only a couple of movements George could feel himself losing control.

Just as he was about to unleash his load, she released him and let his rampant cock bounce free before wrapping her lips around the head once more. She was just in time - his cock erupted almost as soon as her lips closed around him, and he sent a stream of cum directly into her mouth. She held him there until he had shot the last of his load, allowing him to empty himself, and then coaxing out the last drops by pumping him with her hand.

When he was finally spent she released his now extremely sensitive member with a wet pop, and he saw her throat bulge slightly as she swallowed. The woman looked up at him, and wiped away a small dribble of stray semen that was running down her chin.

"So, how was that? Did you like it?"

George exhaled, releasing a breath that he hadn't realised he was holding. "Dear god, that was the absolutely best blowjob I have ever been given in my life."

******

Anaya was feeling pretty satisfied with her performance. There was no way this wizard would hold a grudge against her now - he was male after all, and she had yet to meet a man who could remain angry or upset after one of her blowjobs.

Seeing him fully erect had been a bit intimidating - he was by far the most well-equipped male she had ever seen. His cock had shown itself to be nearly one and a half hand-spans long, and thick enough that she could barely wrap her petite hand around it. But by the time she had truly appreciated how large he was she had already committed herself to action. It had been a challenge to properly deep throat it, but she was quite proud of the fact that she had been able to accomplish the feat so smoothly on her first try. It had been pretty exciting getting to play with such a large tool, and once she had gotten used to his size she had found herself wondering what it might feel like to mount such a mighty rod.

For now though, he was spent and her task was complete. She gave his deflating cock one last friendly squeeze, and then sat up on her haunches, making sure that the man had a good view of her tits. She wanted to keep him focused and friendly, so she put on her best "demure maiden" act as she spoke, hoping he might be more disposed to help her out if he thought her vulnerable. Some of the subtleties would doubtless get lost thanks to the translation spell, but her body language and tone of voice would hopefully get the message across.

"You're just flattering me. I'm not that good." she said, even though it hurt a little inside to not be able to boast of her skills. She clasped her hands together, conveniently squeezing her breasts together as she continued. "It was the least I could do after I surprised you like that earlier."

The man seemed flustered as he responded. "I'm not trying to flatter, that was the honest truth. But I am really confused right now. Waking up to a drop-dead gorgeous woman giving me a blowjob isn't exactly normal - especially when I don't know who you are or how you got here. Who are you? And how did I get onto my bed? Last thing I remember was being in the bathroom..."

He was starting to speak more rapidly with every question, and Anaya was afraid he might be getting distressed, undoing the work she had just done to relax him. He had asked some questions that seemed pretty easy to answer, so she decided to interrupt him and answer before he got too distressed.

"My apologies, I should have introduced myself earlier. I am called Anaya Silverstream. I was experimenting with a new long-distance transportation spell, but unfortunately I seem to have miscalculated something and it sent me here instead of to my intended destination. As for how you got the bed, that one is pretty easy - I just levitated you here. It didn't seem very polite to just leave you lying on the cold floor."

The man seemed to be taking a while to digest her response, so Anaya took the opportunity to ask a question of her own. "So now that I have introduced myself, what is it that you are called?"

"George...George Murphy", he replied. Then he shook his head and continued. "This can't be real. Transportation spells? Levitation? None of this makes sense - and never mind your name, why on earth do you have horns? Don't get me wrong, you just gave me the most mind-blowing blowjob of my life, but none of this can really be happening - it just can't!" He was more mumbling to himself than talking to her now. "Women don't just appear out of nowhere and suck you off! I clearly hit my head too hard and am imagining things."

Anaya jumped off the bed and stood there glaring at the man, hands on her hips. His words had made her unreasonably angry, and she completely forgot about her intent to seem vulnerable so that he would help her. "What do you mean it 'doesn't make sense'? You are a wizard, aren't you? I witnessed your staff in the other room, and you have maps of other worlds! And of course I have horns! All elves have horns! YOU are the weird one - you are as tall as a troll, your ears are weirdly short and then you insult me after I have just given you a blowjob! I have never met anyone with a dick that big before, and you should be grateful that I was willing to do anything with it!" Realising what she had said, Anaya slapped her hands over her mouth. She hadn't meant to let her anger get the better of her. Now he was going to be angry with her! Goodbye to any hope of getting him to help...