Yet Another Fantasy 2.0/Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Ores and Waifus

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She’d been here before, floating within the silver bubble of energy and surrounded by the silver-gray mist stretching on to infinity. It was where she had fought off the figment, that self-sustaining bit of imagination and dream that had taken on the form of the girl that had raped her. The figment had abused her semi-conscious psyche over and over again, playing on her vulnerability in an attempt to claim her life for its own, but (with the Innkeeper’s help) she’d defeated it, banishing it back into the nothingness from which it had come.

This time, however, she was safe, warm, cozy. Floating to the barrier, Leroy placed her hands upon its surface, finding it smooth and slick. She remembered tearing the barrier open that very first time, letting that creature in. She also recalled seeing a few spheres similar to her own, but they’d been distant, too far away to discern anything more than their presence. It was different this time; there were many, and they were much closer. Still, proximity did nothing to show her what lay inside them, for their surfaces were only just barely translucent, allowing only enough of a play of shadows from within to make each a mystery. Outside, in-between the bubbles, strange and wonderful creatures of imagination flew, skittered, and wandered in the silver-gray mists between the bubbles.

Kena... mother... Suri had said that this was the world of dreams, and that such creatures were normally benign. As if reading her thoughts, several of them drifted closer, hovering near her bubble, silently asking for permission to enter. Leroy felt a pang of worry, but none of the creatures resembled anything humanoid. She pressed her palm to the barrier and beckoned one of them over. With a ripple, the figment touched the barrier, and merged within. In moments, Leroy was burying her arms, face, and body into the soft warm fur of a massive cow-sized bunny…

Leroy’s awareness shifted, finding her arms wrapped not around fuzz and fur, but a smooth form. Something as firm, sculpted, flat, and resilient as Leroy’s own tummy was pressed to her own, soft gentle warmth baking off it. That brought about a pulse of liquid heat within the dark-skinned elf’s depths. A pair of small hands; much like her own, were cupped over her eyes, and a soft, lilting giggle came from the very light body laying on top of her.

“Guess who?” a small voice asked playfully.

Leroy’s hear skipped a beat, and she automatically blurted out: “Elisabeth!?” with a sweet cry.

That produced another giggle as the other responded, “No silly! Your future wife!”

The hands came away, and Leroy came face to face with the most angelic child Leroy had ever seen in her life. A mane of golden hair framed a heart-meltingly pretty face with orange eyes, a perfect nose, and soft smiling lips; while a pair of pointed elfin ears twitched. Leroy was at a loss for words, her heart thumped in her chest, and tears almost came to her eyes as the vision of sweet adorableness looked back at her. Leroy was overcome, and could only utter a sweet gasp when the light skinned elf girl kissed her softly on the lips.

The sound of the bedroom door opening shocked Leroy to full wakefulness. “Oi! You precocious little brat, sneaking into my house again? Out with you! Out! I don’t want no trouble from your parents!” Hana barked out, her voice carrying a playful but commanding tone.

The golden haired elf girl pouted as she glanced in Hana’s direction, then she looked back down at Leroy, uttered one more playful giggle, and bounced off the bed. Before Leroy could utter a word, she was out the open window.

Leroy laid on the bed stunned for several long seconds before managing to get out a strangled “W-what... who was that?”, her heart still thrumming in her chest and her voice was plaintive with confusion.

Hana flopped on the bed, crawling in from the side to look down at Leroy, long lavender hair dragging over the bed sheets as blue eyes regarded the dazed dark-skinned girl. “The neighbor’s daughter. She’s been talking about meeting her future wife since the day she was born. Looks like she’s decided you’re it,” the mechanic shared, then gave Leroy a kiss on the forehead. “If you’re finished napping, you can find the bathroom out the door and to the left. Then come out to the garage. We’re going to pick up the orders, and if you’re interested you can look around the smithy as- Hana trailed off as Leroy squirmed out from beneath her and pattered off to the bathroom, leaving the engineer to shake her head and giggle in almost frantic haste.

Leroy needed to clear her head as that elf girl had been a little too much. The boat girl was cute (but scary), while the little angel, still fresh in her memory, was pure adorability from the top of her pretty little head to her dainty little feet. It was like being proposed to by an innocent niece… but with the full knowledge that she wasn’t speaking of some far off distant time, but rather one quite soon and much more… sexually charged than such proposals normally were. Leroy barely noticed the pleasure of emptying her bladder, going about washing up and heading out to the garage still in a daze with those bright eyes and delicate curls shining before her mind’s eye.

In the end, Hana had to haul Leroy up into the steam machine’s driver’s couch, then snug her onto her lap to snap her out of it. Pressing her lips to a pointed ear, the older girl whispered, “Fell for her, didn’t you?” Hana’s question got only a cute little embarrassed noise from Leroy. “Ooo! Fell and fell hard! Well, we’ll see about it in a little bit. I have to return you to your mother and find out if she’ll allow you to revisit the town in the future.” The engineer planted a kiss on a dark ear as the steam machine rolled out onto the road. “Then you can worry about that dangerous little thing.”

The dark elf was actually quite unhappy with herself and how she’d reacted to seeing that elf child… at least on an intellectual level. Even in this world where children behaved like adults, that little blond was a child through and through, and no matter how Leroy tried to shift her body’s physical reaction and focus on keeping some part of the blonde elf’s features from setting her heart aflutter, every part of the precocious brat produced the same reaction. It was unavoidable. She was in lust for the little one, if not actual love. Her heart kept doing flips each time she thought of that smile and her loins weren’t far behind in their approval of the bed invading princess.

Watching the town at the base of the tower move past, with its myriad of girls performing various activities and going about their daily lives finally drew Leroy from her introspection and she sighed in thankful relief. She’d love to wander around this town, take in all the sights, the architecture, how nature had sprung up between buildings and in yards, and (most important of all) seeing the girls... these people going about their lives. Leroy was eager to explore by the time the steam car came to a stop before the smithy, and was already clambering down to touch her half bare feet to the ground; much to Hanna’s giggling amusement.

“I can almost see you vibrating with interest, waiting to look around inside. Well you just stay by my side little sweets, or else. I might just have a leash and collar somewhere if you can’t control yourself,” Hana teased as she climbed down after the elf.

Leroy turned around and looked up at the taller girl, pouting a little. “I’ll restrain myself,” she promised. “I’m most interested in what they do here, but I don’t want you to feel you can’t take me anywhere because I can’t control my curiosity.” At least that was what she hoped she was saying; even to her own ears her voice was small, cute, and energetic but her accent stilted and off.

Her words seemed to have at least some of the desired effect, as Hana was blushing furiously. The older girl raised a hand, almost unsure where to put it, but ended up patting her on the head. “Oh but you are quite the little chatterbox when you do decide to talk!,” Hana said as she planted a hand on the elf’s shoulder and guided her into the building. “You could do with a lot more practice, but I’m amazed how far a wildling like you’s come in such a short period of time.”

Taking the praise in stride and only blushing a bit, Leroy followed the mechanic into the workshop. Stepping inside, the dark-elf was brushed by pulsing waves of warm air as her half bare feet pattered on finely fitted granite floor tiles. The immediate area beyond the door had a large L-shaped stone counter with various displays of tools and devices, while opposite of one side of the L were several heavy duty stone containers tilted just enough to show their contents. That entire section was devoted to ingots, rods, and rolls of wire. She whirled about, taking everything in, noting the quality of the tools. From a distance, they were similar to the mass produced hand-tools Leroy could have found in any tool store back in her home world. Then again, a hammer was a hammer, a wrench was a wrench… she didn’t see any screwdrivers though.

“This little whirlwind is the one I was talking about,” Hana commented to a girl on the opposite side of the wide stone counter. Close up, Leroy could see that its stone surface was clad in a couple millimeters of a shiny silvery metal. “I promise to keep a hand on her at all times, so can I give her the tour?”

“Of course, Hana!” The other girl responded, pulling a lever, allowing several ropes on pulleys to hoist one edge of a hinged counter door upwards. “We’re close to having the first half of your order ready.”

With that, the engineer laid a hand on Leroy’s shoulder and led the elflass deeper into the workshop. Leroy was expecting Hana to caution her about entering a work environment of hot metal and automated machinery as an adult would do with a child, but she received no such caution; which stoked Leroy’s ego about not being treated like a child.

The area beyond was segmented off into several work areas, either by walls, or by gaps to allow girls to walk past areas. The white haired elf was led out back to an area that had dozens upon dozens of heavy duty crates. Various materials were visible from the open tops, rock globules with thick metallic veins that would make mining companies from Leroy’s world howl in envy, to metallic crystals of various sizes and sheens, to large lumpy glowing elemental crystals.

Hana, seeing Leroy’s rapt attention, picked up chunk rock with thick veins of blue. “This is F grade copper ore.” She handed it to Leroy, who held it in both hands, judging the heft of the thing. “This is D grade copper ore.” Hana took the first chunk from Leroy’s hands and replaced it with a lump of what (to Leroy) looked like pure copper cubes intermingled and shining. “And this is C grade copper ore crystal.” Hana swapped the ore out for a crystal the size of Leroy’s forearm, and Leroy nearly dropped it. The crystal had a fine coppery finish, and looked almost like it had just come fresh from a smelter.

Leroy looked up at the taller girl with a pout, unsure if she should doubt the older girl, though Hana misinterpreted the look for Leroy nearly dropping it, making the girl giggle and take the crystal back. “There are other forms and grades for metal ores, but it depends on the skill of the miner, her equipment, and her talents. They Refine to... oh, I’m getting ahead of myself.” Hana smirked, though Leroy did note the accent on the word Refine sounded a bit different, less fluid sounding than the rest of the language.

Hana led Leroy back inside, letting her charge finally see the base of the huge smoke stack, a large smelter that had several access hatches, and even more girls manning it, feeding it different ores in different places, though sometimes a mix of ore was put into it together. The smiths working the refinery were wearing tight leather vests and very short leather skirts. Some wore leather stockings, others chaps, all had tool belts and heavy aprons. They and Hana were perspiring from the heat, though Leroy barely noticed it. In fact, she felt quite comfortable. Hana pointed out what the girls were doing, and Leroy absorbed what she could. She had some understanding of how metals were processed from ores thanks to school education and the internet. However Leroy was very impressed (and confused) to see that all the ore was being melted to liquid form, and not just glowing lumps of metal to be formed. The smith girls were pouring molten metal into ingot forms, or into funnels to pull through metal plates with holes to form wires, or over flat areas and through heavy rollers to make plates. “We process what is necessary, but customers from other towns and countries prefer only partially refined ore, as they have their own highly skilled smiths and refiners, who can reduce the loss of metal when making it higher quality.”

Eventually, Leroy was led back to the shop area of the smithy, the information Hana had shared still being absorbed and processed. Even the hint of economics was enough to keep Leroy distracted from the toys within her. Once safely on their original side of the counter, she looked up to Hana and smiled. “Thank you Hana, that was very interesting. I learned a lot, though I have many questions.”

“..and I have work to do and only so many hours left in the day,” the mechanic responded. She ruffled Leroy’s hair, and lifted a small wooden crate off the counter that the clerk had pushed towards her. “And you’ll learn, I promise you that.”

The two headed out and Hana had Leroy mount the steam engine car to wait for her while she made her way into the tailor shop. She returned in only a few minutes with a bundle that she stowed with the crate before taking the driving seat and steering the craft back to her home. She parked in the bay, then let the steam hiss out of the contraption’s boiler. Apparently they weren’t going anywhere else that day.

The mechanic unloaded her goods on a workbench, and passed the bundle into Leroy’s hands. “Go put this on the table in the bedroom, then meet me in the kitchen.” Hana goosed Leroy, making her squeak and pout, but the little one moved to as she’d been commanded. The elf only managed to get a few steps away from Hana before she heard a click, and the vibrating egg in her tight nubile sex became more energetic. A fresh wet warmth welled up within Leroy, making her sex glisten with liquid desire, and putting a stumble step in her gait; but she managed to drop the bundle off and arrive at the kitchen after a small search of the house.

“Suri says you know how to handle yourself in the kitchen.” Hana swept her hand out over a room that was a quarter of the size of the area behind the counter at the inn. There was an oven, a range, a metal box letting out wisps of cold vapor, several cupboards, and stacks of dinnerware and cups.

Leroy nodded; Suri had been letting her fix a few things and she hadn’t burnt anything yet.

Hana beamed, hugging Leroy from behind. “Good! Then can you make us some dinner, pet?” She slipped one hand down the elf’s tiny slender form, cupping Leroy’s sex through the summer dress. The touch brought a rush of surprised pleasure to Leroy, a sweet moan escaping her lips. “Then, after we eat, I’m going to teach you all about your sweet little body.” There was a series of clicks as the vibrating egg ramped up and Leroy’s knees went weak. Lips slid around one pointed ear tip, suckling on it. The elf’s eyes fluttered, a sweet whimper escaping her, the rumbling pleasure building in intensity.

Leroy’s tummy grew tighter and tighter and then... with a series of clicks the vibrations ceased entirely and the chocolate skinned girl uttered an almost sobbing keen as she was stopped right on the edge. Hana licked her lips and set Leroy on a stool. “Mmm you are everything I ever dreamed of in a little girl. You’re going to learn my trade, and I’m going to learn about every thumb width of your body.” Leroy was unable to respond, her womb was trembling and squeezing, her buttery anal depths where rippling around the buttplug, and she wasn’t capable of higher tought as her mouth was open, tongue pressed to her lower lip and her eyes were half rolled up, but processing nothing.

Eventually Leroy became aware of the damp puddle she was sitting in, her desire having cooled even though her body was still trembling faintly with need. Her ears flushed, she had no idea how long she had been sitting there dazed, as her nectar dripped down to the floor beneath the stool. Hana had played her like an instrument, then taken her down to nothing. She had no resistance, no means to fight back or defy Hana. She’d had climaxes and orgasms since coming to this world, but none of them had been as good as when the... when she had been raped and the seed-bearer... the futanari ship girl had flooded her womb with cum. Bringing that memory up brought a fresh flush of heat and desire to her belly, and a tiny whine at the back of her throat.

Many times she had brought that memory up when she was satisfying herself, well after being freed from the effects of the figment. Still, part of herself blamed the constant teasing she’d received all day, and part of her wanted to beg Hana to plant her own ankles next to her ears and plow into her just like the ship girl had. The squeezing of her sex, her womb, and her guts around the buttplug were in agreement with that thought, all combining to cause the blush that crept into her cheeks as she realized her very own desires were betraying her. Her eyes grew wet and a few tears welled up as she slid off the stool, rubbing the back of her eyes with her wrist to dry them. She’d just have to push through this, learn what she could about this world from Suri and Hana, let them do what they wished to her, until she could make it on her own. A part of herself wanted to be angry with the pair, but they’d been so soft and gentle with her... and… and... it was really herself who was parting her thighs for them. That, and the pair didn’t seem to be violating any of their own cultural mores. Indeed, as far as she could tell, this was pretty much how things worked in this world.

Licking her lips and swallowing to clear her throat, Leroy went about wiping herself and the stool down and taking stock of the kitchen. Hana’s food stores were somewhat different from what Suri had at the inn. Lots of canned and packaged goods, several premixed items, and a few wrappers she identified from that tavern she and Hana had eaten at earlier that day. Hana was very much a bachelorette, something Leroy was quite familiar with from her own previous life. Still Leroy made do with what she found, checking the basic symbols on the cans and the packages to get a good enough idea what was inside. Leroy set to cooking, something she’d have made for breakfast back home, not something Suri had ever taught her. The oven and range operated differently from the ones at the inn, but the sound and smell of food sizzling soon filled the house, and Hana poked her head in at one point with a growling belly but left Leroy to her own devices.

That brought a smile to Leroy’s lips, though she guessed that Hana might just eat anything presented to her if she didn’t need to cook it herself. Soon enough, the mixed omelets were ready, with the equivalent of strips of bacon and tater tots as side dishes. Leroy went about cleaning up the cookware, then loaded up a pair of trays with the food and some drinks, before heading to the workshop. She did not know if Hana had some rule about eating at the workbench, but maybe Leroy could get a peek at what the lavender haired molester was doing.

Entering the garage, Leroy spotted Hana on a stool with goggles over her eyes, apparently welding together pieces of curved copper pipe. From the looks of things, Hana had recreated the brass pipe section of the elevator motor. The girl-elf set a tray down within Hana’s vision and waited for a reaction.

Setting the tools down and sliding the goggles up, Hana pulled the tray over and looked at the contents of the plate. “Huh, I’ve never seen this before…” she brought a fork to the food and chomped down on a mouthful, the mmmmmm was followed by several more forkfuls. Hearing that noise from a girl made Leroy giggle and she took up a stool herself to join in. Her own tray was not loaded up as heavily, though she knew she could eat as much as Hana. The only reason for her restraint was the more she ate, the more she had to pee, and with how the day had been, she’d rather just eat what she needed to eat, while the larger older girl wolfed her own meal down.

After a few minutes where only sounds of eating broke the silence, Hana lifted her face from her empty plate and leaned back, hanging her head back then uttering a powerful burp. She patted her belly, then focused on Leroy and beamed a smile at her. “That was so good! Your mother is getting a good report! Now scoot your pretty ass to the shower, while I wash the dishes. When you’re done get yourself to the bedroom... and don’t bother to wear anything.” Hana went to wipe her lips with a napkin, smirking to herself as the sound of half bare feet pattering across the floor and the trail of white hair exiting the room spoke to her of how eager the little one was. This would be a good evening, thought the mechanic.

Leroy’s heart was thumping in her chest as she found the bathroom. Unlike the inn, the shower and the toilet shared the same chamber, and she went through motions of undressing, having to stop herself from tugging at the thin jewelry chain as it was not coming off. Water poured down on her, but she was barely aware of it. She scrubbed her skin of the dust of the day, slicked and soaped up her hair, then rinsed herself off almost on auto-pilot, her thoughts jumping about in fearful anticipation of what was to come. Would the big girl be gentle? Would she be rough? Which did Leroy want her to be? She moaned softly in confusion as she stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel.

She mostly dried her hair, before she left for the bathroom and flopped onto the fluffy bed, hugging a pillow as she laid on her belly. Her heart couldn’t stand watching the door, instead her legs bent at the knee lightly kicking the air while her mass of long white hair was splayed out around her, revealing swaths of soft delicious mocha skin on her back through the gaps. Then she heard the door to the bathroom open and the water kick on. The egg in her sex started vibrating again at the lowest setting, and the elf girl moaned. She held off touching herself; she had to maintain some sort of control. She just had to.

Instead, she focused on what she could hear, the sounds of water splashing on the floor and over Hana’s skin. So focused was she that she realized she could track Hana going through the steps of washing herself off and make an educated guess about each motion the bigger girl was making simply by the way the water’s sounds changed. Leroy really was amazed at her elfin hearing, one of the few completely positive things about her whole life situation.

Eventually the water shut off and the door opened and closed. She could hear Hana breathing in the room, almost sensing the older girl moving to a chest and opening it up. Several things thumping onto the bed. Of COURSE the engineer had more toys. Leroy peeked her eyes open over the covers, to find Hana crawling onto the bed wearing a loose airy shirt, and snug boy shorts. Moments later the larger girl slipped under the covers and pulled the dark skinned girl tight to her body, spooning her from behind. A rush of heat washed over Leroy as she felt the soft form of Hana pressing into her.

Hana chuckled as she nuzzled the back of that white head of hair, arms around Leroy’s middle, but not touching anything particularly sensitive. At any moment, Leroy was expecting those hands to wander, to slide over her body; but the lavender haired girl just snuggled the small elf girl tight. Leroy whimpered as the soothing warm pleasure of being held washed over her, crashing together with the wet heat in her sex. Both sensations were intensely compatible, and Leroy did not have much time to consider how the engineer had teased her all day only to deny her pleasure in the end. Eyes drooped closed as sleep swept over Leroy’s mind, heated whimpers shifting to steady sweet soft breathing.

Leroy awoke from fuzzy lurid lewd dreams, yellow eyes blinking open in the still dark bedroom. Normally she would have been awoken by her tiny and rather full bladder, but it had been Hana rolling away from her; arms and legs sprawled out on the bed that had brought the elf out of her dream state. Bed sheets had also been pulled away, leaving Leroy’s smooth dark skin exposed to the night air. Leroy pouted as she assessed her situation, glancing at Hana, then down her own body. The thin silvery chains glittered in the moonlight that spilled into the room, highlighting and accentuating that pretty plush perfect pussy. Fresh heat began to well up within her slim little body as her rosebud clenched and her buttery anal depths squeezed down around that buttplug that had been rooted within her for hours.

Small hands slid down along smooth skin, as Leroy’s mind built up excuses. Hana was asleep, any activity she did wouldn’t wake up the other girl. She’d been teased for hours, and brought to climax several times, but she still needed more. Delicate fingers slid past a navel divot, and touched one of the chains looped around her waist, that simple touch sending a flutter into her belly, followed by a sweet gasp. Leroy’s hand slid down further, traveling through the almost imperceptible valley between tummy and sex, before sliding up along a mocha pubic mound. In the past she would blindly rub and finger herself, going on full autopilot, but now that she was paying attention, she grew hesitant. This was naughty. She was being a bad girl, but she couldn’t stop. More, she didn’t want to.

Leroy pressed fingers down into plush velvet skin, and watched as a pink bit of flesh rose up. She realized that during her hapless heated moments she had bypassed that part of her body. Leroy full well knew she was looking at her clit hood, she had seen them from another angle entirely as an adult. A focused pout formed on her lips as she reached out and gave that bit of flesh a firm push. Leroy had expected some kind of rush, but the reality was so much more than what she’d expected. She could barely cope with the overly strong surge of stimulation flaring out from her clit and into her hips, and it made her gasp and groan as her belly clenched tight.

Second thoughts started to come over her; this was a child’s body, she was a child, she shouldn’t be doing things like this... and that sensation had been uncomfortably strong, far too intense. The elf began to pull her hand away, when a light colored hand reached over and gently grasped Leroy’s small wrist. Leroy froze for a moment, and looked to the side, finding Hana smiling back at her.

“You need to ease into it before you touch that,” the older girl suggested, releasing Leroy’s wrist, the smile smoothing out as Hana lightly bit on her lower lip. “I can show you how, if you want?” Hana’s question was breathy, and when the small elf slowly nodded her head, the bigger girl’s tone was replaced by a happy sound. Hana slid over and up, pulling Leroy onto her lap, facing away, burying her face into that mane of white hair before lowering her face down to brush lips across a fluttery pointed ear.

Leroy whined softly as a sweet shiver ran through her, then stiffened as she found Hana overlapping the back of her hand, and guiding a finger tip to her slit. She felt her delicate finger touched to plush velvet skin, then glided along the left side of her lower pout, sliding back up and dancing along the top above her clit hood then sliding down on the right side of her slit, and sweeping across the pursed valley of flesh back to the other side. Being so close to her clit, the flesh pushed against itself, starting the stoking of a building heat within her. Hana whispered words of encouragement as she had Leroy trace her clit and clit hood several times, drawing that hand away to toy with the thin jewelry chains as the elf was left to arouse herself.

Hana shifted to the other ear, sliding lips over it, licking and nibbling upon that knife-edged flesh, sending another kind of pleasure through Leroy, then captured the back of that smaller hand once more, and this time moved that small middle finger down into that slit, to stroke upward, just feathering that clit. The elf gasped as sweet pleasure washed through her, and Hana had her delving between her plush pussy lips to caress the entrance of her sex, then guiding up to her urethra.

A pleasure almost like touching her clit swept over Leroy as the tiny divot was pressed, a moan escaping her lips. “My, you are sensitive here. Your mother did say you were very vocal when you had to pee,” Hana observed, applying pressure there with her own finger tip. Much to the surprise of both girls, Hana’s finger slowly slipped within, vanishing all the way to the first knuckle without effort. Intense pleasure flooded Leroy’s body and mind as that finger plunged deeper and deeper. Yellow eyes rolled upward; half lidded, mouth hanging open as she keened. This made the older girl giggle and, after a moment, she began to slowly piston her finger in and out of the small elf’s pisshole.

Leroy was beside herself with pleasure, overwhelmed by how strong and intense it was. The lessons were over and Hana had clearly decided that it was time to etch pleasure into her petite frame. She turned her head to the side at some half understood command and found herself kissing Hana deeply, wailing sweetly into the older girl’s mouth as the first of many climaxes washed through her. Hana would go to stir Leroy’s nub directly, the stimulation no longer harsh with how aroused the elf was, then feathering over the clit and the top of that slit while several clicks of a remote turned on and kicked the vibrating egg into high gear.

Hana sweetly assaulted that mocha pussy, toying with that clit, finger fucking that accommodating pisshole, and stroking the sweet depths past that pussy entrance with two fingers at once. This brought yet another climax from the elf’s body, then another and another. Leroy wasn’t sure where her own mind ended and her pussy began, but she knew well that the pleasure was just as intense as it had been when it had been forced upon her by that blonde boat girl.

The older girl finally paused to unlock the base of the buttplug and draw away the tiny chains, then carefully fished out that egg vibe. “You’ve done very well..” Hana said breathily into an ear as slick fingers and slick toy eased out from that slick mocha pussy. “Though a toy elf like you needs to understand something...” Hana gripped the base plate of that buttplug. “Your pussy is for breeding, but there is something toy elves enjoy even more… and I’ll see you tomorrow cutie,” Hana warned, planting a wet kiss on Leroy’s ear.

A twist sent a wash of pleasure through Leroy from a new and unexpected source. Then Leroy felt her asshole begin to spread as the buttplug was slowly drawn out. Her lips hung open and a long drawn out whine escaped as she felt the plug shift within her buttery anal walls and stretching that useless opening even further. She felt her guts rippling much like her pussy had been, her eyes rolling up once more as her chin shivered. Her heart raced as the pleasure kept ramping up. The plug reached the widest point and with a pop slid out from between her plush ass cheeks. The stretching and the sudden vacancy of the anal toy; after a full day of insertion, was too much for her little body. Leroy’s eyes rolled fully up to white, panting out one keen after the next as a rolling roiling climax washed back and forth over her body.

Hana held onto the quivering loli elf, sucking on an ear and watching that pretty little head baste in that intense overwhelming pleasure. “I’ve waited so very long to bring such pleasure to such a young thing. I’m going to love learning all the ways to make you cry out in pleasures like this,” Hana whispered to a girl that could no longer hear her.

Leroy’s mind was washed out white in pleasure, she couldn’t form a single coherent thought for minutes afterward, and sleep claimed her once a moment of awareness returned to her, satisfied and exhausted.