One of the things I learned, very quickly, is that you need rules if you want to last long in this business.
 
You're selling ***, not dignity, so don't let someone push you into doing something you don't want to do. If you're doing a house call, never go alone, and make sure you both take weapons. If a guy gives you bad vibes, get rid of him, it's not worth the risk. Always get the money first, because sooner or later, a customer *is* going to try and bail without paying. And make sure you know what a customer wants in advance, so you don't get any nasty surprises mid-****.
 
A lot of this seems like common sense, but there's a lot of girls who're too desperate - or, in my case, excitable - to keep think clearly about things, especially when they're just starting out. It was Carlotta Valancia, the owner of the Second Circle, who helped drum these sorts of rules into me when I started plying my particular trade out of her inn.
 
Which was why it came as a bit of a surprise when she asked me to break the last two of those rules. She'd been very polite, very matter-of-fact, but it still put me on my guard. There was a regular, she said. He came by every few years with the same request; the services of a young, enthusiastic girl for the evening. The catch was, she wasn't allowed to know what he actually wanted in advance. Now, that set off all kinds of warnings right away. Obviously, it means I don't know what to charge him, which really annoys me - I know damn well what I'm worth, and I object to doing anything without being paid first. But it also made me really suspicious about the guy himself. He could be some sort of psycho, or be into something *really* weird. Now, I'm pretty open minded, but I damn well want to know what I'm getting into in advance. Hell, he might just be old or ugly - yea, sure, call me shallow if you like, but one of the perks that comes with doing this for fun is that I get to pick and choose my clients.
 
If anyone else had asked me, I'd have told them to shove their offer and thought nothing more about it. But I liked Carlotta; everyone liked her. She wasn't much to look at - a short, dumpy, overweight woman with frizzy hair and small, bright eyes - but she looked out for people, and was a damn fine businesswoman to boot. So I'd humored the idea enough to hear her out, and she'd gotten a couple of other girls who taken the offer in years past to vouch for her. 
 
"It's nothing really weird." One of them had said. "Just relax, keep an open mind. You'll have fun."
 
Oddly enough, that was enough to convince me, but maybe not in the way they expected. Bryn and a few of the other girls still didn't like me much, and there was this nagging little voice at the back of my head telling me that they might be trying to set up a nasty enough encounter to scare me out of the place. So I thought - well, so what if they are? **** 'em. I've handled a guy with a dick the size of my forearm before. What the hell's the worst they can throw at me?
 
Besides, I'd be getting well rewarded. The Second Circle had a small number of reasonably well-decorated rooms for special events, or the occasional well-off client who doesn't fancy slumming it in the regular rooms. At that point I was still renting a tiny, grubby bedsit, and Carlotta offered to rent me one of the good rooms to live, and work, out of. Looking back, they weren't really as fancy as I'd thought at the time - the cushions, curtains and furnishings might have been velvet, but they were threadbare in places, and the nature of the job meant they came with more than a few stains - but I'd spent most of my life living in a run-down farming village. She might as well have offered to rent me a room in a palace.
 
Kristoff helped me get my stuff moved into the new room, and I spent the rest of the day in a state of constant, nervous anticipation. I was still a little anxious about what was going to happen, but I'd be a liar if I wasn't excited as well. Up until that point, all the *** I'd had was fairly vanilla - taking Moundar's huge length had was probably the strangest thing I'd done, but I had the feeling I was about to be shunted out of my comfort zone. As it turned out, I wouldn't be disappointed. 
 
It was getting dark by the time he arrived. The Second Circle was just starting to fill up with the evening crowd, and the inn bustled with people who'd just come off work and were looking to relax with a drink or, as the pairs or little groups steadily filtering in and out of the shady alcoves along the walls suggested, pleasurable company. Carlotta had told me that a message had been passed to my mysterious client, and that she'd meet him at the door and bring him to me. So there I was, sat at the bar with a glass of wine I was using more as a toy than a drink, chatting with the other girls or a few of the regulars, waiting. 
 
Just...waiting. I took a sip of wine, and tried to ignore the way my tail was winding and unwinding anxiously around the leg of the barstool I was sat upon. I The girls I had been talking with moved on, and when the others realised I wasn't available that night, they wandered off one or two at a time to seek the attentions of another, leaving me on my own. Time passed, and while I sometimes had the feeling I was being watched, no-one else approached. I sighed, finished my drink, and ordered a second. 
 
Still, no-one came. My tail began flicking back and forth in irritation, and I found myself creeping back to the idea that this was all just some mean-spirited joke. I was bored, irritated, and worst of all, unfulfilled. I had restrained from getting myself off earlier in the day, and combined with my almost constant state of nervous anticipation, had worked myself up into quite the state fantasising about what I was going to be doing. I shifted awkwardly on my stool, rubbing my thighs together to try and get a little relief. It didn't work, and I had to fight the urge to just shove my tail up there and be done with it.
 
And then, something caught my eye. The crowds parted, and I could see Carlotta making her way towards me, a tall male figure following behind. As they drew closer, my breath caught in my throat.
 
It was an Elf. She'd brought me an Elf. The multicoloured lights filtering through the Second Circle's windows made it difficult to see him in detail, but I could make out the points of his ears, and there was no mistaking the easy, fluid grace with which he moved. Ceasing my attempts at clandestine masturbation, pulled myself upright and tried to compose myself as best I could, smoothing down my dress and finishing my drink for a little last-minute courage. 
 
Carlotta bustled up to me, her companion close behind. It was hard to tell, but his skin was almost greenish, and there was no mistaking the vines running out of his scalp and twisting in with his hair. 
 
"Ah, my dear." The elf said. His voice was lower than I would have expected, and to my surprise, he gave me a small, respectful bow. "You would be my companion for the evening?"
 
I swallowed, hard. Elves are...well, there's a reason why they're so popular in erotic fiction. Almost all of them are attractive, and this one was no different. He wore an open-shirted tunic that gave me a nice view of his lean, muscular chest, and he looked down at me with large, dark eyes. I've always preferred guys who are more lightly built - probably why I took so well to Kristoff, the first time - and this guy was pushing all of my buttons. His gaze ran up my twining tail, along the small curves of my hips and bust, and I felt a knot of satisfaction building. I love that look - the look of someone inspecting something they've just purchased, and knowing that the money was well spent. 
 
"That would be me, yes." I smiled, letting my fangs show, and nodded my head in return. "My name is Ireela. I'm looking forward to finding out what you have planned tonight."
 
He laughed once, and stepped closer, placing one of his hands on my ****** and squeezing. I gave a low murmur as he kneaded the soft flesh, pinching and twisting the nipple through the fabric of my dress. Gods, if frustration had dimmed my earlier arousal, that got me going again in a heartbeat. We hadn't even gotten to my room yet and I could already feel my thighs getting wet.
 
"Llwelendin." He said. Then, releasing my ******, he pulled something out from a small bag at his hips and passed it to me. "Take this. Go upstairs, take off your clothes. Put it on and wait for me. I have some things to discuss with Carlotta."
 
Well, he certainly knew what he wanted. I might normally have been annoyed at having been dismissed so readily, but I was too flustered to do anything other than take whatever he had passed to me and head up to my room. I climbed the stairs, my tail snaking behind me as I went, and as I walked down the corridor to my room, looked at what the Elf had passed me. 
 
It was a blindfold - the proper kind that covered your eyes completely, not just a length of material that you might be able to peek around the edges of. It was silk as well, black with red lacing around the edges. Biting my lip, I closed the door behind me, shrugged my dress off into a crumpled pile on the floor and sat down on the edge the bed. I ran the blindfold through my hands a few times, letting my fingers play over the smooth material, before working it past my horns and slipping it down over my eyes. It took a moment for me to adjust - having your eyes open, but being unable to see anything, is a strange feeling. Even though I knew exactly where I was, I had to fight the urge to grope around and make sure everything was where it had been. 
 
So, I sat there in the darkness of the blindfold, waiting. As time passed - probably only a minute or two, but it felt much longer - I realised that my other senses seemed to be making up for my loss of vision. I could hear the muted hubbub of conversation drifting up from the inn below, and if I paid attention, I could pick out which of the other girls were currently working by the gasps, moans and squeals coming from the other rooms. There was Bryn's thick, guttural grunts, Tonila's enthusiastic cries, Ulith's rapid-fire panting...my imagination ran wild, creating all kinds of sordid little scenes for what might be happening, before wandering back to what Llwelendin had planned for me. My legs parted and I slipped a hand down to my aching *****, slipping a pair of fingers into the wet folds with a grateful sigh.
 
The floorboard outside the door creaked. I guiltily whipped my fingers out of my slit and lapped them clean of my juices, then sat on my hands, legs pressed together, back straight and ******* pushed out, as the door opened and clicked shut then locked. I heard footsteps, and turned towards the sound, clearing my throat.
 
"Llwelendin?"
 
"The same. Here." I felt his hand wrap around my arm and pull me upright. I was still getting used to moving without sight and staggered a little, almost falling until he pulled me in tight against him. I felt my ******* squashed against his chest, the nipples grazing the fabric of his tunic. I could smell...grass, and wet moss, the scent of trees and forests and rain, and shivered as his hand brushed the underside of my tail and ran a slim finger the length of my wet slit.
 
"Well, you're certain getting into the spirit of things." He said, with a single, good-humored laugh. He took me by the hand and led me away from the bed. "Stand here. There's some things I need to set up."
 
I heard a rustling of cloth, and wondered if this was some sort of roleplay thing, if he'd brought a specific outfit he wanted me to wear. You get clients like that, sometimes - sad old widowers who never got over the death of their wife, or, less sympathetic, guys who've gone through a bad break-up and want one last hatefuck even if their partner has long since left. But then, there was a long, drawn out ripping sound. I frowned and strained my ears, trying to work out what was going on. It didn't sound like velvet, so at least he wasn't damaging my drapes, but more like the cheap linin used in the regular rooms. For a while, there was no sound other than those long, repeated rips, then there was a few clicking noises, like something made of stone or metal being laid out on a hard surface. 
 
And then silence. I found myself digging my toes into the thick carpet, as if trying to eke out every scrap of information I could about my surroundings. But no, not quite silence; I could hear him moving around, along with the rustle of fabric, the occasional creak or muttered word of elvish. It felt like I was slipping into a trance; with every sense straining to its limits, trying to work out what was going on, it almost seemed like I was becoming disconnected from my physical body. I felt a hand on my shoulder and yelped, almost leaping backwards in surprise as I was yanked back to reality. 
 
"We're ready." Llwelendin said. His hand slid down the length of my back, past the base of my tail to *** the warm flesh of my ass. "This way, if you please." He placed his other hand on my arm and guided me, ever so slowly so I wouldn't stumble, over to the bed. My thighs bumped against something and I carefully stooped, one hand outstretched until it found the sheets. Llwelendin released me and I awkwardly crawled forwards, probably giving him a good look at my slit as I did so, onto the bed. 
 
"On your back, please." I heard the Elf's voice behind me. Pawing around in the darkness, I found a pillow had been moved into the center, and breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Missionary is usually really uncomfortable - my tail gets squashed under me and a lot of weight gets put on the joint - but it's usually okay if I can prop myself up on something soft. I rolled over slid the pillow under the small of my back and lay there, my hips thrust out into the air, waiting anxiously for his next move. The mattress depressed, and Llwelendin's earthy, mossy scent filled my nostrils. I could feel the warmth of his body heat on my bare skin. I arched my back, pushing my body towards him, and let out a small growl of frustration as he pulled away.
 
"Plenty of time for that, my dear." His voice rolled through me like a warm wave. I felt his hand grasp my wrist, gently stroking the skin with his thumb as he spoke. "I'm going to tie you to the bed now. Don't be afraid."
 
It wasn't a question or a request. It was a statement of intent, just like his instruction downstairs had been. I licked my lips and nodded mutely, relaxing my body so he could manipulate me as he liked. He moved my arm up to the bedpost and slipped a length of cloth around the wrist. He looped it twice, then tied it firmly. I felt the weight of him on the mattress next to me lessen as he moved away, and for a few seconds, there was nothing but the sound of him breathing. It felt like a test; like he was waiting to see how I would react to the first bond being slipped on. The knots held after a couple of experimental tugs, and I cautiously extended my free arm towards where I thought the other bedpost was. Truthfully, I wasn't sure whether or not I liked this, but I was a bloody professional. He'd paid for my time, so I was going to do my best to satisfy him.
 
The weight on the mattress returned, as did the sense of heat and his now familiar scent. He quickly bound my other arm, then his presence moved away, replaced by the sound of footsteps padding around to the end of the bed. I realised what he expected of me and spread my legs without having to be asked. Lying there, with my legs wide open and my arms tied to the bedposts, I felt like some strange art exhibit, or like a butterfly pinned to a board; a beautiful, desirable thing, captured and put on display. Part of me liked it. I loved the idea of being looked at and wanted, and I could feel myself getting wetter as I imagined Llwelendin standing there, just letting his eyes play up and down my long, lithe body.
 
The third loop was slung around my ankle and secured. I was almost completely bound now, and my heart started to beat faster at that thought. For the first time I was going to be completely helpless during ***, completely at the mercies of my client. Was he going to be rough? Gentle? Would he tease me for hours on end, then ****** in a group of friends and have them take turns ravishing my needy, aching body? Work me with toys and feathers, worship my body with his mouth or just spend the evening wanking off over me until my crimson skin ran white with his seed?
 
I found myself, unconsciously, stretching my free leg towards the last bedpost, desperate for him to finish tying me up so we could get on to the good stuff. He must have noticed because, to my utmost frustration, he slipped the last loop of fabric around my ankle but didn't tighten it; instead, I felt his lips kissing their way up my foot, then back down again. 
 
"Mmm." Llwelendin's voice drifted up from the foot of the bed. "Some of the other girls took longer to warm up. I'm glad to see you're more..." the forth bond tightened. "...receptive."
 
I was about to reply when the Elf's hands found my tail. I could feel his slim fingers working up and down the thick, muscular appendage, gently stroking and probing, looking for something. 
 
It's not exactly well known, but a lot of Teiflings have a sensitive spot on their tails. Sometimes it's the tip - which, from having spoken with them, really sucks because it's impossible to use the thing for anything without getting turned on if you don't wear some sort of *** over it - but for me, it's right at the base, on the underside, just down from my asshole. His questing fingers reached the bottom and I felt the slender tip being sucked into his mouth. When that didn't elicit much of a reaction, he began to work his mouth up my writhing tail, drawing inexorably towards my sensitive spot. I whined and wriggled, pulling fruitlessly at the bonds, unsure of whether I wanted to push him away or grind his narrow, probing tongue against the little patch of sensitive skin. And then, just when he reached the base of my tail, close enough that his warm breath teased my tailspot, he stopped. I heard something that might have been a quiet affirmation from him, but it was drowned out by my needy groan of frustration.
 
Llwelendin's hands moved back to the base of my tail. I felt him pull it, firmly but gently, straight, then wind another linin binding around it about a third of the way from the tip. I wasn't sure what he did next, but something was pushed under the binding and - I assume - secured to another part of the bed, leaving my tail as immobilised as my limbs. I could, with some effort, wriggle my torso back and forth, and thrust my hips upwards. Similarly, my arms, legs, and tail could all squirm a bit near where they met my body, but to all intents and purposes I was completely blind and helplessly paralyzed. I also, for the record, desperately needed to come. My ***** was soaked, and I could feel my wetness trickling down over my hot skin, dripping onto the bedspread below. 
 
"Okay." I panted. "Okay, that's...that's great. Are you going to **** me now?" I turned my head left and right, trying to work out where he was. "Because I really need you to **** me now."
 
"Patience, girl." His voice came from off to my left. "Can't a man savor his dinner before devouring it?" He fell silent for a moment, then I felt a soft touch on my midsection. It made me jump, then the hot lick of his tongue on my collarbone made me squeal; thanks to the blindfold, I had know idea what he was going to do to me, and where. A finger traced up the length of my ribs; a kiss was planted on the inside of my thigh. Never anywhere sensitive enough to push me over the edge, but enough to keep me hanging on it, my nerves jangling madly.
 
And then, a strange, quiet buzz cuts through the air. "Tell me," he says. "What do you think this is?" I hear him take a step closer to the head of the bed and the noise gets louder, like he's bringing something to my ear.
 
"I...I don't know. It's like...like a wasp, or something." My voice comes out as a ragged gasp. I  need, need, to come. "But too regular. Like, I, uh...like mechanical."
 
"Mechanical. Very good." Llwelendin says. "This is a vibrator. It's a clockwork device, very popular amongst noblewomen who can afford one. I'm going to shown you why."
 
The buzzing sound moved further down my body. I turned my head, following the Elf's footsteps and the strange sound as he paced around me. Examining me? Trying to decide what part of me to try his new toy out upon? I could guess, but the blindfold made it impossible to know. It was exhilarating and frustrating in equal measure. 
 
Something touched the sensitive spot of my tail. It was cold and metallic against my hot skin, and it only brushed me for a moment, but it was enough to draw a sudden cry from my mouth. It buzzed and shivered and pulsed like nothing I'd felt before, sending waves of agonsing pleasure through me. My heart hammered in my chest, my body hiked and squirmed in the restraints, my tail shuddered as it tried to twist back and forth in the harness keeping it immobile, instinctively flinching away from but equally desperate to prolong the touch. 
 
It ended just as soon as it had began. I groaned and panted, feeling sweat beading across my body. My heart was just beginning to slow when he placed the vibrator against my nipple, this time holding it in place against the small, sensitive bud for a few torturous seconds before relenting. I swallowed hard, expecting another few seconds to collect myself, but this time the vibrator was pressed against my clit. I let out a shriek that everyone downstairs must have heard and bucked my hips desperately upwards, only to be denied release as he vibrator once against vanished from my skin.
 
I sagged in the restraints, my head lolling backwards and my aching ***** drooling wetness. My whole body felt like it was on fire, every nerve screaming for release. Something smooth and domed probed at my lower lips, just resting at my entrance.
"You need to come, don't you?" The Elf whispered in my ear. Even the feel of his warm breath was enough to send another shiver down my spine. "You're as tense as a bowstring. You're covered in sweat, and you've gone bright red." He laughed to himself. "Or, more so, at least. Tell me. Tell me you need to come."
 
"I, I, I need to come." I murmured. "Gods, you - you have no, no idea."
 
"Ask me nicely." His voice tricked through me like a warm breeze. "Ask nicely, and I might let you." 
 
The tip of the vibrator eased a fraction deeper into me, then pulled back. I whined needily.
 
"Please. Please. I'm so ******* horny." I heard him snicker at my accidental pun. "I haven't gotten off at all today, so I was, was, was already on the edge when you arrived and now I...oh, shit, please, I need this so bad..."
 
The buzz cut through the air again. I imagined I could almost feel the air shuddering a tiny fraction away from my sopping cunt, but nothing happened. My eyes rolled back and forth behind the blindfold. And then, after several long seconds, he slid the whole thing into my hot, wet depths.
 
I screamed, and sobbed, and laughed all at once. My body wanted to move, to writhe and thrash in the throws of orgasm, but Llwelendin's bindings held me with the tightness of a lover. My fingers and toes clenched madly at the air as I crested the wave of release, the beautiful, horrible, agonising, astonishing vibrator humming away inside my body, sending pulses and waves coursing through every fiber of my being. 
 
"T-ta-take it, it, o-out!" I mangled the words. I needed release, but this wasn't release - this was an endless freefall, a monstrous euphoria that I couldn't escape from. 
 
"But I don't want to." The Elf's voice sounded as if it was coming from a long way away. I was distantly aware of him touching me - squeezing my *******, running his fingers along the bony lengths of my horns, caressing my tail - but those sensations were obliterated by the waves of pleasure howling through my body. "You asked me to let you come remember?" the vibrator slipped an inch out of me, then pushed back in, drawing another shuddering cry from my mouth. "Besides, you look beautiful like this. I want to savor the moment."
 
I didn't feel beautiful. I felt like I was losing my mind. Colours exploded behind my eyelids and died away, and when I tried to speak again, the only thing that came out of my mouth was a garbled series of gasps and cries that might, might, have sounded like "Please!" and "Stop!" repeated over and over. He began sawing the vibrator in and out, sending it a little deeper each time, his other hand rubbing little circles around my clit. There was a sudden tightness, a tension, deep within my spasming *****, a feeling like I was rushing towards something - a second peak within my never-ending orgasm - and then, then, I came. I came like a man does, with a vulgar thrust of my hips and a squirt of clear fluid as Llwelendin drove the vibrator home one last time, then pulled it out with, I would imagine in times to come, a cocky flourish.
 
And then it was over. I could hear bells, see rainbows behind the blindfold, my whole body ached and tingled and the only sound that cut the air was my own ragged gasps. I managed to suck in a deep breath and held it for a few seconds, letting it out slowly to calm myself down. I could imagine how I looked - lying spreadeagled on the bed, drenched in sweat, ***** and thighs completely soaked with my own juices.
 
It felt wonderful. I'm not really religious, but it felt...divine, almost. Like in that moment of orgasm-within-orgasm I'd transcended something, hit a limit and pushed through it to be rewarded with some kind of sexual enlightenment. All complete guff brought on by a mind still trying to catch up with its body, of course, but that was how it felt at the time.
 
The mattress depressed again as Llwelendin joined me on the bed. His ***** body snaked in next to mine, carefully laying beside me so he didn't squash my outstretched arm or leg. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, and found myself hoping he didn't intend to **** me just yet. I was still tired and a little sore from the earth-shattering orgasm he had led me through, and the idea of having something else working my ***** so soon didn't exactly appeal.
 
"Llwelendin?" I murmured, turning my head towards him. His nose brushed against mine, and he kissed me with surprising intimacy.
"Beautiful." He said again. "You were so beautiful when you came. So helpless and desperate. Do you see why I need a new girl each time? It's never the same when they know what to expect."
 
He sounded almost sad. The Elf's fingers wandered over my body, gently massaging my aching, crimson flesh back to life. My muscles were still tense, and I let out a soft, grateful sigh as he worked, moving up to my arms and then down to my ankles and tail, making sure blood kept flowing to my bound, immobile limbs. I don't know how long we lay there for - I think the combination of the comedown from my orgasm and the feeling of another body pressed intimately against me conspired to send me off to sleep for a little while - but eventually, I felt him move away from my prone body. The weight on the mattress shifted, depressing on either side of me now, like he was standing or kneeling over me. A finger traced along the edge of the blindfold, teasing me with a brief flash of light before slipping me back into darkness again.
 
"Are you ready to continue?" He asked. And this time it really was a request. I nodded and stretched as best I could, then said "What do you need me to do?"
 
The weight either side of me shuffled up the bed, until it was about level with my *******. Something warm and hard bumped against my lips, and I fought the urge to smile as Llwelendin's hands took hold of my horns and pulled me towards his ****. My mouth fell over and my forked tongue slid forth, scooping up the fat bead of precome that had gathered there and slithering back into my mouth with it. I made a show of moaning softly and swallowing before wrapping my lips around his hot tool, flicking the tip of my tongue against his length as he began pulling my head back and forth, using my horns as handlebars to set his own pace. Normally I hate people grabbing at my head while I'm sucking them off, especially if they try pulling my hair, but he was gentle with me and I was still a little tired and lazy from his earlier work with the vibrator. So I relaxed into the rhythm he set, sucking and slurping away as he alternated between pulling me onto him deeply and shallowly, teasing his cockhead and quietly savoring the strange, sweet flavor of his precome as it coated the inside of my mouth.
 
I heard him grunt softly and he released me, pulling his hard **** free of my mouth. A long streamer of mixed spittle and precome must have come with it, because something warm and wet splashed down against my *******. I pouted at him in disappointment - part of me wanted him to finish in my mouth, so I could taste him properly - then gave him a fanged grin.
 
"Time for the main event?" I asked, trying to wiggle my hips enticingly despite barely being able to move. I heard a rich laugh, and he playfully slapped my thigh.
 
"You've been kept waiting long enough, certainly." Llwelendin said. The weight on the mattress shifted again, this time working lower. I felt a pair of fingers parting my lower lips and gently pushing inside, perhaps to make sure I was ready for him, or to check I wasn't still over-stimulated. I sighed as his fingers worked in and out of me, only pulling out when I felt the familiar sensation of wetness creeping down my skin.  Llwelendin shuffled forwards - he must have been kneeling, because I could feel his thighs being positioned under mine, where the pillow lifted them into the air - and replaced them with his ****. He pushed into me with one long, smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt. He set a slow, leisurely pace, ******* me deeply but gently, drawing a chorus of breathy moans from my throat. I couldn't really move, but I was able to rock myself back and forth either against or in time with his thrusts to control the depth of his penetration, stealing back a little of the control of my body he had purchased from me. Something brushed against my lips, and the rich, spicy scent of my own juices told me it was the fingers that had so recently been swirling around inside me before they had so much as passed my lips. I tipped my head back and sucked on them anyway, slathering them clean with my tongue, indulging in my own private flavour as be began to **** me harder, thrusting deeper and faster into my *****.
 
"Yessss." I hissed, leaning up as best I could, pointing my head towards where I thought his face must have been. I wanted the extra stimulation of a pair of hands on my *******, but the elf was holding tightly to my slender hips as he ploughed deeper into the flesh he had bought. My arousal, which had been building ever since his **** had slipped into my hot, wet mouth was beginning to peak again; the vibrator had been intense, but artificial; the feeling of hot skin-on-skin, of another sweating, heaving body pounding away at me was a stimulation the buzzing little toy couldn't match. "Oh, Gods, that's good." I said, tipping my head back and thrusting my pert ******* out towards him. "Come on. You've bought me. You've bought all of my body. Use it. Use it." I urged him. "Touch me. Feel me. Use me."
 
Finally - finally! - one of his hands shifted to my ******, squeezing and groping the small mound almost painfully. The room was filled with the rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh, Llwelendin's heavy panting and my own hissed, whispered urges. Part of me wanted to laugh. I was blindfolded, tied up so tightly I could barely move, having been worked into an orgasm so hard I'd actually squirted - something which had never happened before - and now, when it came to the final act, a few lusty whispers and I had him dancing to my own tune, giving me what I wanted - what I needed.
 
I needed to be ******. I'd needed to be ****** all day. And oh, how he ****** me. My wet, greedy cunt fit him like a glove, taking his thrusts fast and hard without any discomfort, driving us relentlessly towards our mutual orgasms. He mauled my ****** with one hand, tugging and twisting at the nipple, the dual stimulation ensuring I came first, with a sudden, throaty scream of proper release, clenching and shuddering as he flooded me with his thick, white seed a moment later.
 
Llwelendin fell forwards, then pulled back, his slippery tool sliding out of me. I realised I had been pushing my whole body upwards towards him, straining against the restraints as best I could, and let myself go slack with a grateful sigh. Gods, I was tired. I barely noticed Llwelendin's weight as it vanished from the mattress, but the sound of something heavy being scraped to the foot of the bed brought me back to my senses.
 
"I'm...I'm going to take the blindfold off now." The Elf's voice was gratifyingly tired. "But I want to show you something. I want to show you the way I see you."
 
His fingers pushed under the band holding the blindfold to me head and pulled it free. As he carefully unwound it from my horns, I blinked rapidly, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the sudden influx of light. It took me a moment to realise what he meant, before I saw that he'd moved the big dressing mirror away from the wall and over to the foot of the bed, so I could see my reflection.
My eyes ran up a tight crimson body tied spreadeagled to the bed, every inch of it shining wetly with a mixture of sweat, spit, and sexual fluids. My face, *******, and ***** were flushed deep red, and I could clearly see the pearly smear of Llwelendin's come between my lower lips. Gold-on-black eyes stared madly out from under hair that was a complete mess - tangled and knotted by my mad thrashing and then again by the efforts of our *** - and the sheets between my legs were developing a set of new stains from where I had squirted. 
 
Llwelendin had been right. It was beautiful. I tipped my head back and laughed, then looked at him. 
 
"Alright. Can you untie me now? I think I'm losing the feeling in my tail."
 
The Elf nodded. He stumbled over to me, softening clock flopping against his inner thigh, and pulled the bindings off one at a time. I flexed each limb and my tail as they came free, twisting the joints and nursing back the feeling where they'd gone numb. The room wasn't flash enough for a private bathroom, but it did have a small basin and some running water which I directed Llwelendin to so he could wash the worst of our mixed sweat from himself with. Neither of us spoke. Our transaction had been concluded - he wasn't one of my regulars to make small-talk with, and I was too tired to feel particularly chatty anyway. I curled up on the bed, chewing a few Illithil leaves to make sure I didn't wind up pregnant (I didn't even know if Teiflings and Elves could interbreed, but I sure as hell wasn't taking the chance) and watched him dress. 
 
He gathered his things, tucking the vibrator back into his bag, and walked towards the door. Then he stopped, turning to look at me, a funny look in his eye. I remembered the way he'd sounded almost sad, as he let me recover from his efforts with the buzzing toy. 
"Are you okay?" I asked, cocking my head. I shifted position on the bed, almost inviting him to come and sit next to me. "We can...talk, if you like. If there's something bothering you."
 
For a long moment, I thought he would accept. Then he shook his head. "Sorry, but no." He said. The Elf pulled a small pouch from his belt and tossed it to me. "It wouldn't help. But take this. A tip, for...exceptional services rendered." I caught it in mid-air, and heard the familiar jingle of gold. My eyes flicked down to it, then back up again to thank him, but he was already gone, the door clicking in his wake.
 
Silence. Then I shrugged, murmured "Bonus" to myself, tipped the contents of the pouch onto the messy bedsheets, and began to count.