3: This Wasn’t Covered in First Aid Certification
A continuation of “1: Not Buying It.” Contains smut.
The Dark Elf wriggled against her bindings. They were pretty well done, and the man knew his way around a knot. He had been rather careful with her and had tossed a pair of rather sturdy handcuffs at her before leading her away to his home. They had looked like they were the type of restraints the enemy forces had used against them. She had been on one or two reconnaissance missions with her excellent night vision to investigate and seen these. As per James’ instructions, she clicked them on tightly with her hands behind her back. Without enhanced strength, she had doubted she could break these right away. Of course, there were spells, but she would not want the man who was escorted her at gunpoint to his base any jumpier than he already had been, now did she?
She had been escorted inside what looked like an earthen dome sunken partway into the ground. The idea of hiding away in some hovel disheartened her, but inside was a lovely furnished home with a great, cool atmosphere that felt sensuous and relaxing compared to the outside world and the unforgiving desert sun. She had gotten rather excited when they got to a room with what looked to be a real, actual bed. James set the deathly still Elf on the bed. She had been cumbersomely carried by the Dark Elf at James’- in the woman’s opinion- unreasonable demand even with her hands bound. Once she had gracelessly dumped her inside though, James’ had told her to back off so he could pick the Elf up himself. He deposited her gently on the bed, casting surreptitious gazes at the Elf upon occasion to make sure she was still unconscious. Upon first taking possession of her, he had checked her pulse, flicked her eyelids, and other examinations of her well being. She had been totally unresponsive through that, and James had remarked that he was certain she was dead. He seemed to ignore the Dark Elf’s assurances that she only seemed that way.
The Dark Elf bit her lower lip when she wriggled against the thickly corded ropes. The way he had further bound her even after rendering her to be severely handicapped as far as he knew was a nice touch. She mused that even if he were ignorant of just how quickly she could have gotten out of those handcuffs with a simple, one-syllable spell that only needed her voice to incant, he at least was smart enough to over-prepare. He had a good foundation in knots it seemed, but she had given him one or two eager pointers now and then. He even paused and took her advice once or twice. The Dark Elf thought it was humorous that his hesitation was likely indecisiveness in determining whether or not the advice would actually further secure her or enable her to somehow free herself. If she had really meant him ill will, she would have commingled bad advice with good for the sake of confusion and self-doubt, but she knew that unless she happened across yet another man in this arid expanse of waste, she would likely go feral. Putting up with his dominance was okay with her. She was a Dark Elf, and her breed was weak to masculine wiles.
Besides, he might actually manage to shoot her, and that would not be good either. While being cocooned in bindings was not what she really wanted, she had a pleasant tingle in her gut from the rough treatment. It was one of those other features of her breed and one of the reasons Dark Elves were only ever put on covert operations. Giving them too many opportunities in the presence of men was asking for trouble, and she had heard a lot of illicit stories from her sisters about tangling with human men. More often than not, the outcome was hesitating or attempting to negotiate sex from an apparently disarmed enemy and promptly getting shot. Still, she was internally hopeful that she would live to finally, finally receive what they had all been promised at the beginning of the war. Recalling his incredulity with her prior statement of her kind’s biological need for sex, she wondered what James would say if she told him that what had motivated the pokegirl armies for the support of the Master and his goals for world conquest was not much more than a nice and hot dicking.
James left her in the corner of the room, and from there, she watched him curiously. She wiggled a bit in her bindings to get comfortable and feel them slide over her clothing. Currently, James was eying her Elf companion and she felt a surge of envy and jealousy. He probably felt less threatened by an apparently immobile Elf than her. But, she was tied now. Maybe…
“Hey,” she said. James’ head swiveled towards her like a raptor’s gaze, and despite the fact that she knew him to be far physically inferior to her no matter how much bigger he was, she felt suddenly small. “Um,” she said, nervous that he had not said anything and was just looking at her, “Would you… let me go first?”
James’ brow furrowed. “We’re here to examine whether or not you’ve been telling the truth about this sexlessness induced dementia,” he said sharply, “You, my dear, are not- oh, what did you call it again- feral.”
The Dark Elf gave him the biggest puppy dog eyes he had ever seen on a grown woman. “You can keep me tied up,” she offered in a husky voice.
Despite not being into that sort of thing, the Dark Elf’s delivery sent a jolt of heat down to James’ loins. He was tempted; he could not imagine a man able to honestly say otherwise. In a lapse of judgment, he revealed how he felt and stared rather intently at the Dark Elf. She inhaled, and her chest swelled, straining large breasts against her bindings. Her silver eyes stared just as intently back at him.
Actually, that was what James’ needed. He had been having trouble thinking about fucking the unconscious Elf girl on his bed because this situation besides being ludicrous was terrifying. Plus, he did not like the idea of sex with an unwitting partner, even if it were supposedly to revive her-
When did his life turn into a contrived porn plot?
But now overcome with the mindless urge to just grab the blue-black skinned Dark Elf and fuck her, he felt more than able to divert his desires to the task at hand. Taking another pair of cuffs, James locked the unconscious and apparently dead Elf’s hands behind her. He looked at her face and frowned. She was cute with cherry red hair framing Scandinavian features. She was also tiny, maybe even a hair under five feet. Her frame was small and her bosom below average, but she had curves and nicely muscled legs and belly. Even with her hands bound behind her though, if she suddenly woke up on him, she may be able to still do some damage with her lower body. So, he flipped her petite frame and hiked her hips up. The rest of her body was limp, so she fell face-down into the bed, revealing he toned and pretty back muscles. He turned her head out of courtesy so she would not revive unable to breathe. This still felt weird, but at least he felt like he could do it. He undid his pants.
James cast another look at the Dark Elf, and her silver eyes were locked intently on his manhood. Well, that was an ego boost. He smirked at her and applied some lubricant to himself and the Elf, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Dark Elf squirming. Even if she was just a really talented actress, he was going to pretend that she was not and take it as praise.
There was a bit of awkwardness when he penetrated the Elf. Her body was unresponsive, so it just felt off to James. Still, he pushed on, hoping to see results. If this was just a contrived plot to trick him into fucking a dead girl for his captive’s amusement, he was going to be angry. James’ teeth grit, and gripped the petite Elf by the hips hard. He might actually bruise her, but he was not thinking about that. Without further self-degradation or abashment, he forced himself inside of the Elf, scraping the artificial lubricant in deeper and laying the track for his mindless self-pleasuring. He was not doing the usual things one normally had to do when being concerned with a lady’s enjoyment of sex; it seemed pointless with her unconscious. So, he just used her.
Loud smacks of flesh on flesh and James’ heavy breathing were the only things audible in the bedroom. When James cast a look at the Dark Elf to check on her, he got a little thrill at just how blatantly her enamorment was painted on her face. He then continued to ignore her and went until he sped up and finished inside the unconscious Elf. The moment he was done, an unfamiliar feeling of uncleanliness sunk through his pores. James wanted wanted to curse himself and the Dark Elf that had talked him into doing it.
Just as he was about to round his attention to the Dark Elf and redirect his upset to her, James’ guilt was interrupted by the stirrings of the Elf. He was shocked into silence by the tiny woman’s delirious and groggy stirring. She wriggled her hips with his still semi-turgid member still inside of her and still sensitive from his orgasm which elicited a strangled noise from James.. That had gotten her attention, and the little redheaded Elf’s head craned back up over her shoulder to see James’ comparatively towering form joined to her pelvis-to-pelvis. She was at first unabashedly curious, but after a moment, her face broke into a wide grin. “Oh, hello there!” she said and pressed her tight rear back against his crotch.
The surreality of her behavior blew James’ suspension of disbelief out the door. His life story had switched genres from slice of life to post-apocalyptic horror and just now to fantasy smut, and he was questioning the nature of existence right now.
Without warning, the Elf girl said some odd words and the handcuffs popped right off of her hands. Shit, magic. She flipped around, sending some conflicting and somewhat painful signals through James’ penis which was still half-inside of her, and wrapped her arms and legs around James’ much bigger body, pulling him down close. Before James could recover and react, she was making a valiant attempt to wrap her tongue around his tonsils. “Thanks for reviving me, handsome,” she said once she came up for air.
“You’re welcome,” James said dumbly and then hissed when the Elf’s kegel muscles wrapped around his cock. It did not look like he would get a chance to recover, and he was unsure how this little woman would take it if he was not plowing her soon. He should have guessed an all female army no man would dare go near would be sex-starved, but this was just silly.
“Hey, I don’t really remember what you just did before I woke up,” she said coyly, “so would you terribly mind showing me, y’know, for educational purposes?”
“Oh no,” the Dark Elf interrupted, “I had to sit here and watch. It’s my turn.” She looked visibly agitated to which the Elf stuck her tongue out and began ignoring her in favor of peeling at what clothing James still had on, namely his shirt.
James made a slow attempt to pull away from the Elf, but it turned out she was much stronger than she looked, and she pulled him back down to her despite being heads shorter than he. “She can wait,” the Elf said, “She likes being tied up anyways.”
“I do not!” the Dark Elf protested petulantly, but no one was listening to here.
“How did-” James began but was interrupted with the Elf mashing her lips against his while she pulled off his jacket and tore through the thin cotton shirt underneath. James managed to break the kiss with considerable effort and continue his question, “How did you get out of the cuffs?”
“Ma-gic,” the Elf said in a singsong tone. She then paused, “Why, do you want me to wear them?” Her dainty fingers wrapped around the discarded cuffs and jangled them in front of her face with a coquettish look. At that answer, James cast a suspicious look at the Dark Elf who grinned sheepishly. “Oh don’t worry,” the Elf replied, “She’d need some time to wiggle out of that mess of rope. Good job, you did.” She pulled his head down and hugged herself to his chest so she could nibble on his clavicle. “I’ll protect you from the big bad pokegirls, Mister,” she added in a playful whisper, “A ‘girl has needs, though.”
James felt like he needed protection from the Elf, but at least she wanted him alive for something. Managing finally to pull out of her, his cock flopped wetly onto the sheets and he managed to disentangle himself sufficiently to get comfortably eye level with her. This time, he initiated the kiss. It grew in vigor and ferocity until he was trailing his lips down her jaw, neck, and petite body. He felt some responsibility to contribute. At least, he did now that she was awake, and he had to make up for using her to appease his conscience anyways.
“O-oh!” the Elf said with delight, clearly enjoying the attention. She lied back for once and writhed under him for a time. That time did not last long before before grabbing James’ head and lifting it up and away from her. “Hey big guy, I appreciate it,” she said breathlessly, “but I’ve been wanting this for so long that I can’t wait. I’m ready. Do it.”
So much for buying himself some breathing room to recover, but at least James thought he could perform now. Wordlessly, he lined himself up, thinking it a bad idea to disappoint the little lady. The tip parted her folds and eased into stretching the Elf’s entrance over his glans. The Elf bit her lip in excitement and used her legs to lock just barely around James and force him the rest of the way in. She was not kidding when she said she was ready and was downright impatient. Enough fluids both natural and remaining artificial lubricant made the way in slick and forgiving. In the short time since she had woken up, her insides had become burning hot, and that liquid heat was radiating inward through James’ now throbbing manhood. Now, James figured he might as well really give her what she wanted and pushed her legs back until her ankles were practically behind her head. She was delightfully flexible, and soon he was as deep as he had ever been inside someone. Mentally, he was amazed that such a small woman took so much.
Then, her internal muscles wrapped tightly around him again. James hissed aloud at that, giving the Elf a giggle. “You like that, huh?” she purred, “Get to it.” She released and then squeezed him again, not that he needed the encouragement. Already he lay across her and pinned her under his weight. When he thrust, he sent a wave of force through her body, moving her a bit along the bed. “Oh you brute!” she squealed. He drove into her again and picked up a rhythm. It was a very old rhythm, older than the species. Each one drove a squeak or a squeal from her, and sometimes words that James did not fully register as he was too busy mindlessly pounding her small body. He was heavy, and each time he forced himself down, the mattress compressed below her and she sunk down into into it. Whether her various vocalizations were fake or not, James could not tell. She sounded like she was enjoying it, so he kept it up.
She pulled at his shoulders, his hair, and anything she could get a grip on, scratched lightly at his back, probably gave him a hickey, and bit him where just chest and clavicle met. He did not even make a passing attempt to restrain himself and concerned himself only with rutting. After a dearth of sex caused by being the only human survivor he knew of for miles- a curse of living in a rural area- and this excitement and the way she moved the muscles in her canal, the Elf pushed him over the edge not too much later. She sounded like enjoyed it to.
He slumped on top of her, and she relaxed to, lowering her legs and wrapping them again around him to assist her tightly wrapped arms in clinging to him. The Elf nuzzled into him and kissed the slightly bruised spot she bit. “Thanks,” she said again. There was a pause. “Can you go again?” James laughed both at her and the indignant screech the Dark Elf made. The Elf turned to the Dark Elf. “Are you still here?” she asked, seemingly indifferent to the contorted expression of outrage.
“It’s my turn, damn it!” the Dark Elf cursed. She said same spell used by the Elf to get out of her handcuffs and the Dark Elf’s restraints suddenly and considerably loosened. Immediately, she began wriggling through them but was not immediately free like the Elf who had needed only slip her wrists through the handcuffs.
The Elf rolled her eyes and leaned upward to James to whisper conspiratorially, “Dark Elves are all desperate whores. Maybe we should do her a favor and let her lick your dick clean.” Apparently the Dark Elf heard her and squawked indignantly at the accusation. “See, she didn’t deny it,” the Elf added impishly, “They’re just a breed that’s weak to sex… from men.”
James made a noise of acknowledgement despite his complete lack of comprehension. He was still disbelieving, but the cloud of doubt was lifting each time one of their extraordinary and outrageous statements proved to be true.
“N-no! I mean, well yes- no!” she sputtered at him, causing James to laugh.
“Then again, that would be sharing, and we wouldn’t want that,” the Elf continued, ignoring her… ‘friend’ seemed inappropriate. Maybe they were and this was how they teased one another.
James really should tell her that since he found that she was in fact telling the truth and had gained an iota of trust and need not debase herself for the sex she and this other woman seemed to biologically needed. James was not that much of a prick- and then his empathetic mindset was brutally shut down by logic. The human brain could not be empathetic and logical at the same time. They had their uses both of them, but if he freely gave them what they wanted, he would lose all leverage. Then that idea was crushed by the one that told him if he were too withholding, they would find a way to take what they want- no, needed. No, he needed to balance it as if he were giving one of them his favor when they earned it. Ugh, he hated being an asshole. Hopefully he could form a stable relationship with these women and skip the underhandedness for doing things because they were mutually supporting one another. Their superpowers would be indispensable, and he was sick of being alone.
Brutal logic was then demolished by emotion. No, he had to bond emotionally. Maybe not immediately because that would leave him vulnerable for exploitation and domination, but he had to eventually. It was not just necessary for human survival; it felt like the right thing to do.
Before this, James had never seen himself as a bigamist.
Notes and Commentary: Okay, so it was mostly smut. I felt like writing these three getting to know one another.