Legend Fourteen
The Sweet Elf
Or
(Why does being a good girl for Mistress feel so good?)
And just like that, Layla awoke wrapped tight in a blanket and the arms of her new Mistress. The elf held her and squeezed her tight as she pressed her cheek to her chest and her forehead to the human's cheek. She laid there for a moment wanting to go back to sleep, but realizing that her nap had gone a bit too far and that daylight was peeking through the windows.
She laid still for a bit just enjoying being in the woman's arms and hoping they would have nothing to do today, but she knew it was not going to be so.
Layla shifted a bit to bring her head up on the pillow next to the human's and watched her as she slept. She reached up with a hand and caressed her cheek, admiring her all the while.
"Are you finally awake?" Lucy asked, her eyes remaining closed.
Layla took her hand away quick in embarrassment, but remained in her arms.
"Yea… what time is it?" she asked.
Lucy opened her eyes to stare back at the elf in silence for a moment.
"I don't know, but it's the morning. You slept the whole rest of the day and the night. That plant must have worn you out," she teased.
Layla pulled the covers high and hid under them like a child.
"Oh my gods! Don't remind me! It was so embarrassing! And then we used the syrup that… came out of me to cook with. Ugggh!" she sighed dramatically and rolled about under the blankets. "I don't even want to come out of the room today! I don't want to show my face!"
Lucy giggled and wrapped her arms back around the elf, pulling the blanket down from over her head.
"We will do our best to take whatever task they give us today easy, but you have to leave the room. Everyone has to see the way you shine," Lucy assured her.
"The way I shine?"
"Yes, like the sun over a warm summer morning," she went on.
The elf just stared at the woman, her eyes big and unmoving as she never wanted to take them off of her. Finally she averted her gaze.
"I'm sorry you had to see me that way... It was so embarrassing," she said, trying to hide under the blankets once again.
The human held the edge of the blanket to stop her.
"You don't have to be sorry for feeling good while everyone was watching, even though it was embarrassing," Lucy assured her.
"I just... It was fun and all, but I just wish it was you instead," Layla admitted.
Lucy paused, her face growing a bit red.
"Really? Well, I did cast a few spells that made that happen ya know."
Layla nodded.
"Yea, I know, I just meant like... I wanted you to do it... yourself, with like... your hands and stuff," the elf struggled to admit.
"Oh! Well... that can be arranged, why didn't you tell me sooner?" Lucy asked.
"I wasn't sure how I felt about it until you hit me with that spell, and then I knew. I wanted you," the elf admitted more.
The human wizard held her and pressed her nose to the elf's cheek.
"Well then... can I kiss you?" she asked.
"Yes, please," Layla said at barely a whisper.
Lucy touched her cheek with one hand and pulled her face in close to press a kiss against her cheek. Her lips were warm against the elf's thin cheek, and Layla let out a gasp at even her simplest touch.
"Thank you... Again please," she asked.
Lucy giggled and kissed her cheek again in the same spot.
Layla squeezed her tight and turned to face her this time.
"Again," she asked.
Lucy hesitated and stared at her for a moment before slipping her hand behind the elf's neck and pulling her in quick and close. She pressed her warm lips to Layla's and kissed just as she asked for the third time.
At first Layla was stunned, thinking it was all too good to be true, but then her body shuddered with excitement and she felt like she might lose her breath at any moment from the woman's touch. Finally she pressed back, and the two laid there in the bed, arms around each other, lips pressed tight together, afraid to even move in case the other decided to pull away and change their mind at the last moment.
Eventually Lucy grew bold and began to move her mouth, suckling at the elf's bottom lip, pinching it between her own and letting it slip out over and over again before stroking her tongue over it.
Layla let her mouth part just enough for the human to do this, every lick feeling like she might hyperventilate with excited desire. Her arms were wrapped around the woman and holding her tightly, her hands pressed hard to her back, wanting her closer still. Lucy paused her suckling and bit at her bottom lip for a moment, causing the elf to gasp a bit louder this time, even letting the smallest moan escape her.
"Mmmmm," Lucy groaned with a smile at the sound Layla had made.
"P-please! Please don't stop! Keep going!" Layla begged, her voice trembling.
"As you wish, Sweet Elf," the human told her, bringing her face close, but this time she paused just before they connected. Her hand wandered up and touched Layla's chin. She pressed on it, wanting her to open her mouth, which she did obediently for her Mistress.
Lucy pressed forward once her mouth was opened and went back to suckling her bottom lip just as she had before, though before the elf could get to used to it, her mouth was soon invaded by her Mistress's tongue.
Layla gasped at the surprise and immediately met her tongue with her own, pressing against it roughly and wanting to stroke it and touch it as much as she could.
They laid there, feeling each other's tongues before Lucy retreated for just a moment. Layla was gasping at this point and her entire body was trembling with a tornado-like mix of rushing feelings.
Embarrassment, lust, pure wanting, and above all else, desire. She couldn't shake the feeling that she wanted nothing more than to serve this woman and impress her in any way she could. She wanted to be touching her in some way at all times, and she desired, and needed her praise.
Layla was about to protest her Mistress's retreat, but Lucy spoke up before she had the chance.
"Stick your tongue out for me," she told her simply.
Layla did as she was told without question. At this point she could barely think and she would do just about anything the woman told her to. She let her tongue hang from her mouth as far as she could, her face turning redder than it already was if that was possible.
"Good girl," Lucy praised her, making the elf's heart skip a beat, but what she did next almost made her heart stop. Her new Mistress leaned in once again, except this time, she took the elf's tongue between her lips and sucked on gently.
"Ah!" Layla gasped hotly, and gripped the human tight as she sucked at her tongue and teased the tip of it with her own. Every breath Layla took was a shudder as her body shook with excitement.
Lucy stroked her lips down the length of her tongue before letting the entire thing go again, she gave the elf a little kiss and smiled at her.
"May I touch you?" her Mistress asked.
"You already are," Layla replied, cluelessly.
"No darling, I mean... Wherever I want. I mean, wherever you are comfortable with me touching," she explained.
Layla stared at her in a daze, though at the same time feeling like she might explode at any moment.