Working for the Ma'am

Jonathan swallowed and moved towards her. He poured some of the warm oil into his hands, uncertain where to begin. He decided on her back. Kneeling beside her, he began to gently spread the oil across her skin.

"Mmmm," Mayura sighed, shifting with pleasure as he worked, her back soon glistening with the oil. The scent of roses and that mysterious aroma growing stronger. "There we are. Mmm. Those hands are excellent. So strong, as is the rest of you."

"I'm pretty fit," Jonathan said as he worked.

"Indeed. Humans are quite robust. Energetic. You know, Jonathan? I do like humans. They are so filled with vitality. They know what they want, and they go for it. Much like you with college."

"Right. Yeah," he said, growing lost in the motion. In the way the purple light gleamed and washed across her skin.

"Having trouble seeing?" she asked.

"Um, not really."

"Well, just in case..."

She whispered a word, and again the witchfire licked across her form. It was warm, but not hot, and Jonathan found its light strangely... soothing. The repetitive motions of his hands spreading the oil across her rhythmic. Relaxing.

Enthralling.

"I think my back has enough oil now," Mayura observed, gently arching, pushing out her soft bottom. "But you're not done yet."

Jonathan blushed, but obeyed. His hands glided down her lower back, and he found himself kneeling behind her. His hands cupped the globes of her bottom, gently kneading it. He was amazed at how firm her ass was despite its ample curve. Firmer than her breasts. The soft slap of flesh as he rubbed the glistening oil into her flesh, parting her rear, letting it clap together making his breathing grow deep. Hot.

Aroused.

"Do you know what you want to take yet?"

"Hm?" he said, her voice seeming to come distantly. As if he were underwater. "What?"

"At college, Jonathan."

"I was ah... thinking about engineering," he said, his voice thick as he continued to massage her ass.

"Mmmm," Mayura purred, wriggling on the bench, pushing her bottom into his admiring hands. "My. That is quite the heady choice," she said. "A man with ambition is a fine thing. But what a waste of a physique like that to work behind a desk all day.

"You know, Jonathan, dark elf men rarely get jobs."

"I heard... something about that," Jonathan said vaguely, frowning, his mind feeling hazy. Thick.

"Have you heard of why?"

"Um..."

"It's because they're needed far more at home," Mayura said softly. "Some drow women can need as many as five men to keep themselves... satisfied. To make sure they're properly... taken care of..."

"I-is that right?" Jonathan gasped.

"Very. It's why so many dark elves come looking for human men now. There just aren't enough males of our own to satisfy our needs. But that's not the only reason. We've found that humans are quite a bit more... energetic than our own males. Much more built. And yet, nearly as eager... to please..."

"I... I see..."

Mayura shifted under his hands. Jonathan lifted them, watching as she turned over, her breasts wobbling as she laid down, stretching atop the bench, her naked front bared to him, her eyes lidded, watching him, her figure outlined in the coiling witchfire like some unearthly goddess.

"Do you?"

Jonathan licked his lips. Mayura smiled lazily.

"I believe my breasts are next," she observed. "And if you enjoyed my ass as much as it seemed, I believe you will truly adore... these..."

Jonathan swallowed, but nodded. Not doing as she bid didn't occur to him. Because he wanted to. He'd dreamed of feeling them again ever since she'd cornered him in the hall.

"Mmmm," Mayura moaned as he filled his hands with her breasts, their softness amazing him as before. Their heft. Their bounce. Soon his palms had covered them in glistening, scented oil, shining in the dull violet glow of the lamps.

"Jonathan, is going to college what you... really... want...?"

"Wh-what?"

"A strong, virile young man like you surely has considered marriage."

He tried to laugh, but the sound stuck in his throat. "I ah... well, I'm still very... um... it's a bit early to..."

"Not if you found the right woman, though," she said, her eyes glowing, her breasts glistening, so warm, so hot under his hands. "Not if you found the right... experienced... woman..."

Jonathan felt light headed. The steam no doubt. The steam and her body. Fuck. His cock was absolutely throbbing. Pressing against his boxers until he wondered it didn't rip through the fabric. And still his hands moved in their slow, admiring motions. Massaging her breasts.

Bouncing them.

Her big.

Gleaming.

Breasts...

"A man aspires to marriage," Mayura said, her voice soft, seeping into his ears like the perfume of the room. "It's what he yearns for. To wed a woman who knows what he needs. A woman to take the lead. A woman to adore. To obsess over. A woman he can't get enough of. That knows what he needs. What he deserves."

"Yeah," he breathed.

"Jonathan?"

"Y-yes?" he gasped.

"You're doing so well. But I think it time you moved on from my breasts."

He felt her leg shift under him. Her foot press against his chest, pushing him gently back. He found himself sliding onto his knees before her as Mayura parted her legs, revealing the glistening folds of her waiting pussy.

"Ah..." Jonathan breathed, her scent thick. Spicy. He stared at her cunny, unsure. Wary.

But wanting it more than anything he'd ever wanted before.

"You're out of oil," Mayura observed.

"Sh-should I get more?" Jonathan asked.

"No," Mayura said, her leg hooking around his head, drawing his face down. "I believe your tongue shall be more than adequate."

Jonathan wasn't sure about that. But he was sure that he had no argument against it. He offered no resistance as she pulled him down to the delta of her mons, his face nestling against her slick pussy. He breathed deep, his head spinning, his tongue teasing out seemingly without conscious thought.

And gave her a lick.

The taste tingled on his tongue. Sweet. Delightful. A soft moan escaped him as his tongue flicked out again, running along that pink groove.

"Mmmm..." Mayura moaned softly, arching, her leg pulling tighter against his head.

Her reaction encouraged him. Spurred him on. His tongue glided against her pussy, teasing her until she gasped, squirmed, her body glistening in the lamplight like some savage idol of debauchery.

"Yesssss," Mayura moaned. "Mmmm. That's good. So eager to please. So... ah... wonderful. Deeper, Jonathan. Show me how much you love my pussy."

"Yes, Mayura," Jonathan breathed, his hands gently touching her mound, spreading her lower lips until it revealed the deeper realms of her pussy. His tongue glided into her again, adoring her slowly. Gently. He was quickly learning what she liked. The way her leg tightened when he hit a spot she loved. Loosened when he moved away. His nose nudged her mound as he pushed in deeper, breathing in the headiness of her scent.

Higher. Higher his tongue roamed, until it reached the bead of her clit. Mayura gasped, tensed as his tongue flicked it. The flames that wreathed her jumped, burned brighter. Jonathan watched them with awe, his tongue teasing her bead until the hood receded, leaving her pleasured pearl bare to his affection.

"Yessssss!" Mayura moaned, her other leg joining her first, both wrapping around his head, pulling him into her pussy. Squeezing him with her pleasure. "Yesss! There. Lick me ah... right there. Jonathan... ah. Fuck me with your tongue. Adore me! Pleasure me like a good mnnn! A good stud! Deeper. Deeper!"

He obeyed. His head whirling. His heart pounding. He was rock hard, his cock throbbing against the fabric prison that held it. He felt drunk. High. Her voice. Her taste. Her pussy overwhelmed him. He had to make her cum. He had to! That this was in any way odd didn't matter. It felt right. Felt perfect to kneel between this dark beauty's thighs and lick her.

Tongue her.

Make her scream.

"Yes! There! Fucking there! Goddess yes. Yes! Good stud. Good stuuuuuuuuud!"

Her voice rose, throaty, moaning as her legs tensed around his head, pulling him hard against her pussy as she came. Her juices bathing his tongue and face, his mouth opening, trying to drink as much as he could of her wonderful juices.

At last, her thighs loosened their hold. Her breathing growing steadier. As she released him, Jonathan fell back, panting, sitting on his ass in a drunken haze of pleasure.

Mayura slowly sat up, her lips plumped with pleasure. She licked them, her lidded eyes looking down at him. With a flick of her hand she tossed her glittering silver hair back over her shoulder, careless, in control once more.

"Mmm. Excellent work, Jonathan," she breathed.

"Th-thanks," he gasped. What else was there to say?

Her lip quirked in amusement, her foot extending, her toes pressing down on his cock. Jonathan gasped, grunting in pleasure as her toes gentle kneaded his bulge.

"My my," she breathed. "It appears I've neglected you, my dear stud."

His cheeks glowed. "D-didn't mind," he said.

"Mmm. Perhaps. But I take pride in all of us enjoying our pleasure. And it would shame me considerably, Jonathan, if my dear stud didn't enjoy our time as much as I did."

"No... ah... worries there," Jonathan whimpered as her foot gently pressed down on his cock.

"Really? How interesting. Then, consider this a... bonus," she purred, her toes pushing up, hooking expertly in the band of his boxes and pulling them down.

Jonathan moaned as his cock sprang into the open, twitching with his arousal. Instantly Mayura's foot was on it, her toes rubbing the tip, her heel pressing against the root, the warmth of her foot radiating against his shaft.

"Mmm. There it is. Very impressive, stud," she breathed, her eyes burning hot as she stroked him, her arms looping under her breasts, hefting them. "But I think we can get you harder. If you looked at these again."

Instantly his eyes were riveted to her bust as she lazily bounced it, her foot continuing to tease and stroke him.

"Mmm. You like these, hm?" Mayura purred.

"Y-yessss," Jonathan moaned.

"Little surprise. Studs always like breasts. How soft they are. How big they are. Do you know why?"

"Wh-why?" Jonathan gasped, engrossed, entranced, unable to look away from her bouncing tits as her foot stroked him. Teased him. Brought him closer and closer to the edge.

"Because studs know what they mean. They mean that I am fertile. That I am perfect for breeding. For fucking. For impregnating. They're so big, my dear stud, because I have had my daughters. They are so firm because I can have many more. They are so perfect because I know exactly what studs want. And they want me. Desire me. Need me more than anything else. They can't think about anything but me. I obsess them. I pleasure them. I know exactly... what... they... want.

"And they want," she purred, a sound that seemed to shoot through him from his gut to his balls. "To... cum."

The command hit him. Pleasure surged through him. Jonathan groaned as his cock twitched, throbbed, pumped in great, spurting glory. His head fell back, his cock twitching with slavish pleasure, spurting all over his naked chest and lap.

Mayura loomed over him, beautiful, confident, amused. She lifted her foot from his cock and stood, glistening with oil and unspeakable, dark beauty.

"Lovely," she said. "So good to see I still have it."

"Oooooh..." Jonathan moaned, his head floating.

The clapping of her hands jolted him from his fugue, her finger crooking. "Come, my dear stud. It seems you've dirtied yourself. And we mustn't have that. You can clean off in the pool.

"And while you're doing that," she added with a sly smile, her hips swinging as she turned and began to descend into the steaming waters, "you can massage my shoulders."

"Yes... yes ma'am," Jonathan breathed, staring at her swinging ass, pulled to his feet and after her like a tether collared him to the gorgeous milf, down into the steaming waters, where he could serve his mistress more.

#

Jonathan barely remembered the rest of the day. Nor the trip home. Only that as he lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling, he felt so...

Cold.

The sheets felt rough. Scratchy. The world beyond Mayura's manor painfully bright. He missed the gloom. The perfume that hung in the halls. The presence of the gorgeous dark elf. Just the thought of her made him shiver in delight, his cock throb with memory of pleasure. He licked his lips, hungry for more of her.

He probably broke several speeding laws the next day driving back to her manor. He fairly quivered with anticipation as he waited outside the door for her to let him in.

And when she finally appeared, it was like he could finally relax.

Mayura stood in the doorway, head tilted back, eying him with a look of amused satisfaction. She was wearing a slinky dark gown, the sleeves and skirt sheer as if made of spider's web, leaving nothing but a triangular pattern that hid her body. And, he couldn't help but notice, the neckline plunged around her swelling breasts. "Jonathan," she said. "You're early."

"Yeah. Sorry. I just-"

"No need to apologize. Come in," she said, turning and walking inside.

Jonathan followed, obedient, happy. He heard the door close, but the gloom no longer bothered him. He could even pick out details of the hallway. The dark stone that arched above them. The murals of spiders and sculptures of Mayura herself that lined the way. Just the sight of the statues made him swallow in desire, shiver with delight.

He found himself in a sitting room, divans arranged around the interior. More statues of Mayura stood in the corners, forming pillars that held aloft the domed ceiling, the pattern of a vast spider stretching across to form the arches.

"Sit," Mayura said.

Jonathan sat, watching her expectantly.

Mayura stood before him, her head tilted back, eying him. Studying him. Her attention made him squirm and bite his lip. Uncertain. Eager.

"...I think this is enough," she finally said.

"Hm?" Jonathan said.

"I don't think we need to continue with this pretense."

Jonathan stared at her blankly. "I um... what?"

Mayura reached behind herself, touched the threads binding shut her gown and loosed them. Jonathan's jaw dropped as the dark fabric fell away, pooling around her feet, unveiling once more the glory of her naked body. His eyes wandered up and down her, entranced as ever with the full glory of her figure.

"Strip, stud."

Jonathan was obeying before he even registered it. But then, this was hardly beyond what she'd had him do before, and within moments he was sitting naked on the divan, rock hard, his cock jutting up from his lap.

Mayura nodded. "Excellent. You see, Jonathan, I have not been forthright with you."

"You haven't?" he said, trying to follow the conversation, even as his eyes remained locked with her breasts. So full. So soft. His hands ached to take them. Hold them. Adore them...

"No," she said, moving forward. She lifted a leg, planted it beside him. Jonathan leaned back in his seat, eyes wrenched to her face as she loomed over him. "I did not hire you to pay your way to college."

"You didn't?" he said.

"No," she said again, reaching down, cupping his chin, holding him easily, his heart thudding in his chest as he looked up at the lovely dark elf. "You see, I have no intention of letting you go to college. The moment I saw you in that piddling coffee shop, I knew you would do far better in another role. A specific role.

"The role of my personal human stud."

Jonathan blinked. "I-"

"The deal is simple," she said, cutting him off. "You will move into my home. Into my bedroom. You will attend all the domestic tasks I require. And one more thing," she said, tilting his head up further, leaning in closer. "You will breed me."

"B-breed you?" Jonathan said.

"Oh yes," Mayura purred. "I have raised my daughters, Jonathan. But I am no empty nester. I am a matron. I have many, many years left of child rearing. I will increase my clan yet further. I will bear many more daughters and raise them well. And you, my dear stud, shall assist me."

Jonathan gaped, too shocked to know how to answer. He almost thought it was a joke, but the look in Mayura's eyes put that to bed at once.

"I... M-Mayura, I mean, I'm f-flattered, but... my education-"

Mayura snapped her fingers.

With a soft flutter Witchfire again wreathed her, and at the sight of those coiling flames, Jonathan felt his mind go blank. Mayura smirked.

"What is the point of it, Jonathan?" she said smoothly, her voice coiling around his mind like spider's web. Encasing his thoughts in a cocoon of lust. "You would go to college to get an education, to get a job, to work, and to try and find a woman with whom to marry. Is that not what you planned?"

"Um..."

"It is no longer necessary," she said. "You will be my domestic husband. You will serve me. You will create a family with me. Breed me. Adore me. Do you not adore me?"

"I-I do!"

"Then what is the problem?"

Jonathan knew there was one. And yet... and yet strangely, he found his mind blanking on what, exactly, that was. Sure, he was still a young man. In his prime. But what she said strangely made sense. What did he expect from college other than four or more years of education, just to get a job in a field that would probably downsize him in an instant? And what point was the job other than to earn money, show off, and try and find a mate?

Her explanation was stunningly cynical. It was also disturbingly accurate.

He found himself staring at Mayura. Admiring her figure. Her curves. Her stunning, lovely form. Lovely. Mature. Confident. Wreathed in the flames of her power. His cock thickened, hardening with the memory of their pleasures. At the thought of more. Of living with this gorgeous milf. Fucking her. Breeding her.

Obeying her.

Mayura's smile deepened as she saw the conflict on his face. She released his chin, moving over him, sitting astride his lap. Jonathan gasped as her onyx skin pressed against him, her mound trapping his cock between it and his stomach. Her breasts pressing against his chest, his chin tilted up by those soft orbs as she looked into his eyes.

"Jonathan," she said, her voice dropping, becoming a purr of hungry power, her hand brushing through his hair. "You are far too obedient to be left alone. You need a woman who knows what's best for you. What you need. What you want. And you want me, don't you?" she said.

Jonathan gasped as her hips rocked, rubbing his cock between them. "Y-yes!" he gasped.

"You adore me, don't you?" she said, inhaling deeply, her breasts rising against his chin.

"Yessssss," he groaned.

"You love me, don't you?"

"Gods yessss," he said, and knew it was true. That Mayura awakened in him things he'd never known before. Passion. Pleasure. Affection. Obedience. Such a heady mix of emotions felt like he was drowning in them. All his arguments against what she proposed seemed to wither away as he looked up into her lovely eyes. As she smiled, confident, commanding, knowing that he was already hers.

"Then say yes," she said. "Say yes, and become my domestic stud. Become mine, Jonathan, and know the pleasures of my body. Of my service. Your purpose is to be mine. Your need is to obey me. Your life is to fuck me. Serve me. Adore me. I am your goddess. So tell me, Jonathan. Tell me what you want."

He groaned as her pussy ground against the shaft of his cock. The heat of her sending throbbing need straight from his balls and deeper within him. She was right. So right. He realized that now. That she was his queen. That he needed her more than anything.

"Y-yes!" he gasped.