Elven Hired Muscle (Patreon)

Kind of a mishmash of smaller ideas I've used before. Generic fantasy man accidentally hires a buff elvish hooker. Not so huge as my Wrestle Elves. Veena became more Russian as I wrote her, and the goblin fakeout and their weird relationship was fun to tease at. Could see it having some form of sequel but not sure what. Maybe even some "this is why you don't stray from human women" warning for this world instead of them being incredibly fuckable in every other one? 

Anyway! Buff elf rough sex dom stuff.

The Lantern District was a seedy but safe part of the port town of Yornum. Between amoral wizards and residents from all across the world, it was difficult to imagine a vice that the part of town couldn’t provide. A stocky, dark haired human sailor was walking down the streets, his latest journey’s pay burning a hole in his shoreleaved pocket.

“Ey, buddy. Lookin’ for a good time?”

The high yet scratchy voice of a goblin was unmistakable. It gave off a natural sleaze that made them right at home in the Lanterns. The sailor looked down an alley and down a few vertical feet before he spotted the squat green woman. A few faint lines around her smiling eyes showed some maturity to go with her curves. She was a bit over two feet tall but with hips and tits wider than most human women. Her whole body mass was mostly tits and ass with a set of thicky legs and nimble arms and fingers. Big ears you could hide an apple inside framed her fanged and grinning face with a lot of greasy red hair curling around her features. She wore a tight black corset, boots, fishnet stockings and a very lacy skirt that screamed sex worker to anyone looking.

“I sure am! What are you sellin’?” the broad sailor asked eagerly.

“Just the best lay in the city. Just three silver upfront and you’ve got it allllll at your disposal. Tits the size of your head and an ass so tight you could bounce your change off it. And I do recommend you do, cuz we count that as a tip around here.”

The goblin winked a made up eyelid and cupped her plump green boobs, letting them drop back down with a juicy bounce. The guy was sold.

“Sounds great. Where we doing this?”

“I got a room on reserve here at Motley’s. Right this way~!”

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Names were swapped as they made their way into the inn, each of them knowing that they were either fake or meant to be forgotten. Gidget led Duncan up the stairs, letting him follow her bouncing green booty just ahead of him. He was eager to get his hands on his freshly bought flesh, following her into one of the rooms.

He was stunned by who he found waiting inside. An elf sat on the bed, and she was one of the larger ones he’d ever seen. She had broad shoulders and her limbs were packed with muscle. She had short, straight hair of a dark blonde shade. Intense green eyes as sharp as her pointed ears scowled at Duncan. She wore some form-fitting leather armor, binding back a large bosom lined with tight pectorals. The open sides showed the edges of some sculpted abs and calf-high boots strained to contain her mighty leg muscles. A leather thong was all she wore for bottoms with some lace around the edges like a hasty afterthought. Her skin was tanned a golden brown except for a slightly paler scar going down one cheek.

“Is that your girl?” Duncan asked, looking to see if the elf was some sort of bodyguard for the squat slut.

“Correction: she’s YOUR girl,” Gidget said, pointing stiffly back at him.

“Excuse me?”

“I said I’ve got the best gal in town waitin’ for ya. Veena here’s new to the gig here, but she’s got passion if nothin’ else.”

Duncan looked back at the elf. Her stare had only grown more stern and intense.

“So you’re just her pimp?” Duncan asked, starting to piece things together.

“How dare you?!” Gidget gasped, putting a hand on her jiggly green cleavage.

“I’m much more than that! I’m an old friend of her family’s! But yes, I am hiring her to take a cut of our profits as a sex worker, so I AM what you’d call her pimp. Say hi, Veena.”

“At ease, sir,” the buff elf assured him in her low, stiff voice.

“Don’t mind her. She’s still a little awkward. Just got out of the Neverwood military, and you wouldn’t believe the shitshow they have for a retirement program. So you’re not just getting yourself some incredible sex, but you’re helping a veteran.  Twice the bang for your buck.”

Gidget gave a little flourish of her hand, flashing the few coins he’d already given her.

“So he’s a payin’ customer, V! Show ‘em a good time, aright?”

With the final tip from the goblin, Gidget slipped out and shut the door firmly behind them. It wasn’t until it was closed that Duncan’s survival instincts realized that his only chance at escaping the ripped elven soldier was cut off.

“Okay. Is fucky time. Get in bed,” Veena said.

She stood up and cracked her knuckles. The fact that she was in some especially revealing leather armor just made her seem ready to kick his ass rather than sleep with him. Her stilted elvish accent, thick and stiff as an ancient oak tree, just made him even more nervous.

“I think I’m ok. Do you have any kind of refund policy…?”

Veena took him by the shoulders and lifted him completely off her feet. She frowned at him before she threw him over her shoulder, marching back to the bed with ease despite his dead weight.

“I said ‘get in bed.’ I speak Common, do it not?” she reminded him a bit more firmly.

She tossed him off her shoulder and onto the bed like he was a sack of potatoes rather than a potential lover. That, or elves just did things very differently where she came from. She mounted him with her strong arms planting on the mattress beside his head, forming a muscular cage around him. Her flexing fingers dug into the mattress, making it creak ominously around him.

Verna stared Duncan down for a moment. When he remained frozen and unsure how to handle this, she shifted a hand down to his groin. She grabbed his bulge possessively, giving it a gauging squeeze. Duncan shrank beneath her steely gaze but his dick swelled to meet her fingers. He felt like he was running on pure prey instinct, and not all of it felt bad.

“Excused. I had to check you were really a man,” she scoffed at his hesitation.

“Yep,” Duncan choked out. “Thanks for checking.”

Veena gave a short grunt like she wasn’t thoroughly convinced.

“You paid anyway. I kiss you now.”

Duncan thought the warning was unusual, but he quickly became grateful for the second to brace himself. Veena came in hard and hungry. Her kiss felt like a break-in as her lips pinned him down and her tongue bullied its way into his mouth. It flexed and writhed inside him, feasting on his lips and saliva like it was her only source of water. It was all enough to make even the sailor blush.

Veena broke off from the embrace with a ravenous streak of drool left to snap off between their lips. Her gaze softened slightly; not enough to look affectionate or flirty, but like she was trying to remember something. Probably from Gidget explaining to her how this was SUPPOSED to work.

“You want to see?” the elven veteran offered.

She had to tug on the bustline of her bodice-like armor before she got the point across. Duncan realized he was in this deep so he may as well go along with it. Making the woman angry and trying to bail felt like a terrible idea, and he did feel a deep curiosity welling up in him.

Veena removed the confining clothes, revealing that much of her body was exactly as tight and firm as the leather. Even the shade of her skin that coated all her muscle was that similar shade of tan. Only her breasts and hips showed any signs of bodyfat; ripe-looking mounds of softness on the mountain of muscle. Duncan found himself admiring the sculpted figure as she rose up to her knees. She rolled her shoulders, making her thick arms shift. Her toned pectorals made her breasts bob and bounce on their own, though this also seemed to be unintentional.

“You like,” she said rather than asking.

The elf reached down and cupped his chin, lightly squeezing his cheeks together.

“You? You are too soft to survive.”

Duncan felt a shudder at how she said that. It was hard to read her accent, but it sounded like she was complimenting him. Like she was treating him like a pet that she would protect and comfort to keep him safe. The idea felt mighty agreeable beneath the half-naked elf, even if that was partly from the intimidating woman striking some fear in him herself.

Veena met Duncan’s eyes and slid slowly back. Her hand rubbed firmly over his chest and stomach as she knelt in front of his groin. She pulled down his trousers without bothering with his belt, letting his semisolid cock pop out in front of her. She cupped his balls again, her broad hand rubbing over the base of his shaft. Duncan grunted hard at the warmth of her bare skin on his.

“Will need to make you be harder like real man,” she decided for him.

Veena descended on his cock and ravenously devoured it. It was clearly meant to be sexual but it had a lot more teeth than he was used to. Her caressing lips primed him into a stiffer state before regularly grasping it lightly between her jaws, adjusting it with her tongue and going back for more sucking. His cock started to lose track between danger and arousal until it was stiff inside her mouth. Even this came with an efficient rhythm, as if blowing him was just another sort of drill she was running for herself. Some strange elven exercise for her tongue and neck.

With a sloppy pop, she removed her mouth from his shaft. She swept her fingers across her lips for a hasty cleanup.

“Good. Lances up,” she said in another odd mix of praise and orders.

“Getting ready to ride, little man.”

And she absolutely did. Veena mounted his cock with little ceremony or hesitation. She just grabbed his hips and pulled them closer to her, lifting her own and dropping them down on top of him. Her strong and heavy hips hit like a hammer against his pelvis as she took him completely inside her with one deep, slick dive. She held herself in that position for a moment, her sharp eyes watching Duncan like a hawk as she kept him pinned with her pussy. It was intense and overwhelming, but the pulses of pleasure shooting through his entire body felt too good to question things now. He just reached out to run his hands over the powerful thighs squeezing his hips. He rubbed his way up to her abs and the jarring softness of her breasts.

“Good boy,” Veena praised him simply.

She patted him on the cheek as she started humping. Her strong legs pumped her up and down like loaded springs, pumping his cock inside her with the same mechanical rhythm. The bed itself trembled as her hard body slammed his dick inside her over and over. The steady smacking of her flesh made him realize she was genuinely riding him like a horse. Even her leaned over posture had an equine stance to it, though at least that brought her breasts lower for him to paw at. The sensation of her relentless, demanding humping made the bed and Duncan’s bones creak. Her thighs and pussy flexed to lightly squeeze around him, keeping his cock drawn deep inside her. Veena kept her eyes locked with her customer’s, daring him not to cum as she let the occasional ambiguous grunt escape past her pursed lips. A thick layer of her pussy juices was the only indication she was actually enjoying herself.

Duncan’s body tightened as he squeezed her plump breasts. He thrust up as hard as he could, meeting her next oncoming freight train of a hump. He shuddered as he came inside her, flooding her tight elven pussy. Her strong legs clamped around his thighs, holding him snug inside her.

“Oh… fuck! Okay… okay that was surprisingly good,” Duncan panted.

He pumped a few more times as Veena watched him finish. He slumped back to the bed, his cock starting to soften inside her as it lost its momentum.

“Glad to hear,” Veena said with a nod.

“Because much more where that came from. Paid for hour, yes?”

Duncan gasped. He couldn’t even remember. He could also barely breathe with the buff elf on top of him and his brains leaking out in the creamy mess between her legs.

Veena’s legs clamped tighter around his hips, removing the problem of deciding for him. She started grinding back and forth, stroking his dick between her pussy lips as it attempted to sheepishly withdraw. Veena just latched onto him tighter, throwing her arms around his upper body and forcing Duncan to sit up. She squeezed him tightly, bearhugging him tightly between her muscular forearms and her pillowy breasts. Any more breathless objections were muffled by her sweaty tits as she kept grinding on him.

Everything became a musky blur to Duncan, but at some point he came again. His cum valiantly did its best to squirt out inside her. He was vaguely aware of Veena scoffing.

“Is this long as humans go? Come on. Veena make real man out of you.”

She loosened up her grip just enough to move him around, pulling the otherwise stocky sailor like he was her rag doll. She dragged him to sit between her legs, holding him close with his back to her breasts. She reached around him to lightly smack his balls, but Duncan was too drained to do much but twitch.

“Come on. Wake and go, little human toy,” Veena tutted.

She went back to stroking him off, giving him a spurring swat now and then whenever she felt he needed it. She didn’t seem to notice that her rough handjob was even rougher with her thick bicep pressing against his neck and trapping him against her full bosom. The choking and jerking made his head get even lighter than it already was, barely able to lift his arms. They weakly rubbed over her muscular sides and arms, a feeble attempt to free himself before he blacked out from the lack of air or cum.

He finally went limp all over as he squirted over the demanding elf’s pumping grip once more. The last pathetic load oozed between her fingers as he slumped into blissful unconsciousness, surely to wake up feeling like he’d run a marathon.

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“Gidget?”

“Yea?”

“I think I break another one,” Veena confessed.

“What? Again?”

Gidget didn’t sound terribly surprised. The goblin pimp trotted back upstairs after the mostly-dressed elf. She saw the banged up and passed out human splayed across the bed. She clicked her tongue against her fangs.

“Dangit, Vee. We can’t keep doin’ this. I’m gonna have to start makin’ them pay more upfront at this rate…”

She blew out an exasperated breath as she considered the scene in front of her.

“Alright. We do the usual; find his pants, grab his money and we both take a quarter of it. If there’s not enough to cover his tab, we keep the pants and say he lost ‘em. Now let’s dump ‘em in the alley and try and a guy who can survive a night with ya.”

“It will take a lot of man if this is what the humans are like,” Veena said grimly.

Gidget let out a loud and hearty laugh. She smacked Veena affectionately on the calf, getting an amused smirk to cross the elf’s face.

“You know it! You think I ain’t fucked a man unconscious back in my days? You’re too good for ‘em, I tell ya.”