Chapter 1 - Laelyan's Story

    Laelyan's story begins just outside the International Affairs building. The afformentioned elf had made her way up the short flight of stairs. A light rustling sound was heard, causing her to look around. She was rather timid at this point, for she thought it could be anyone. Regardless, Laelyan barged inside... to a rather empty lobby. No guests, no workers... not even a greeter. Must be a slow day, she thought as she took a seat. Time seemed to pass slowly for the elf. She assumed it had been an hour before someone assisted her. Said worker looked a bit messy... yet Laelyan couldn't shake the notion that this one was just finishing a quick sex break. Clothes were slightly askew, shortness of breath could be heard... nevermind the obvious white splotches all over. Still, this woman- a blonde- tried to keep a cheerful demeanor.
    "Hello!" she chimed in. "Sorry to keep you waiting. How may I help you?"
    "W-Well... uh..." Laelyan started, unsure of how to even continue. All she needed was a passport... and now asking for that seemed a bit daunting. "I'd... I'd like a..."
    "Visa? Documentation? Residence information? Passport?"
    "Passport! Yes. I... I need a passport."
    "Alrighty. I just need your identity and your intent for the passport. Then we can get going."
    "Erm... okay..." Laelyan's slightly shaking hands went to pull out the necessary identification, her eyes trying not to focus on this woman in front of her. Presenting the needed paperwork, the elf said, "My intent for getting one... uh... i-is to h-help my clan... ah... expand."
    "Clan? Hang on..." the blonde said, looking over the paperwork provided. "Laelyan DeGras... Outer forest grove... uh-huh. Quifertis clan. You folks sure wanna cover a lot of ground."
    "Whuh? But... how did you-"
    "Met several before you. Same reason, same intent, same everything. Don't worry. I'll get it all set up once the payment's met."
    "Wait... payment?"
    "You... weren't told about that? Passports cost a fair amount of coin, dear."
    "But... but I wasn't told-"
    "It's alright... we don't really close if you needed time."
    Slumping, Laelyan turned to the door. "Alright..." she mumbled in a downer tone. "I'll see if I can get some..." The blonde secretary examined the other female, slowly feeling bad about being in her current position. With a sigh, she made her way to stop Laelyan.
    "Listen... I'm not sure how, but... we can work it out to get you a passport. No charge." she explained.
    "Nah, it's... it's alright.... No need to take pity on this elven girl...." Laelyan replied.
    "But I want to. I really want to let you travel. It's just... I dunno what'd be a suitable tradeoff."
    "... um... mind telling me your name really quick?"
    "Oh. It's Illysian. You can shorten it to Illy."
    "Illysian. Do you really care about being professional here?"
    "Well... not really, no. It's just a basic assignment, given by my mentor. Why do you ask?"
    "Because I... well... I may have an idea. Bear with me, but... perhaps my payment would be to... oh... I dunno... get you off?"
    The mere notion of fornicating with Laelyan seemed to get Illysian to stir. "No offense, ma'am, but I'm not taking sex as a payment." she replied, giving off a considerably noticeable wink to the elf. "You'll have to think of another way to pay."
    "Oh!" Laelyan caught wind of her little trick, following along. "Well... if you don't mind... I'd like to pay you with ah... an indirect induction into my clan."
    "Maybe..."
    "Or better yet... an exotic snack to go with that. If you catch my drift."
    "Warmer... keep going."
    "And there's always the benefit of having a Quifertis woman as a friend. Professionally speaking, of course."
    "Fuck it. Get on the desk, bottoms off."
    Rather easy, she thought as she made her way to the desk. With a light jump, Laelyan managed to rest her thick hips upon the oaken desk. Pulling off her pants, she then waited for Illysian. Said woman was busy adjusting her chair. Once done, she moved herself- and the chair- right between Laelyan's thighs. Without warning, her tongue planted itself upon the folds, getting a light taste of the elf.
    "Ah! I can feel the experience you have..." Laelyan cooed, letting the other work her cunnilingus-related magic. Her hand was already on the blonde's face, stroking it gently as to synchronize with her light laps. As it intensified, the elf found herself gripping Illysian's long locks, moans and such spewing forth. "Nn... feels good... very good..." she mumbled, hips grinding her passage in her partner's face. The elf wanted it to continue... yet, the secretary had other plans.
    "I think I'd like to become a part of your clan now... heh heh heh..." Illysian teased, hopping up. Laelyan noticed a rather alarming peculiarity; a cock had hardened during her little snack. "Now turn around."
    "I... wow, that's big." the elf replied, slowly turning around. "Not sure if I can- ACK!" By surprise, Illysian had already forced half of her protrusion inside the elf's womanhood... and she was forcing more in.
    "If... ah... if you've handled footlongs..." the blonde grunted. "You can definitely take mine..."
    "But- nngh- but I haven't taken one!" It was already too late. Illysian seemed to be in a rhythm of thrusts. All Laelyan could do was yelp, moan, and cry. It felt good, yet the stretching that occured didn't. She could have shrugged it off as a first... but no. Off in the corner of her sight, the elf caught a glimpse at a third party... one that Illysian wasn't aware of, as it seemed.
    "Almost... done...." Illysian grunted, slight beads of sweat  rolling down her forehead.
    "Ah... I-Illy... there's..." the elf tried to cry out.
    "Quiet! I need t-" Just then, her hips were forced against the luscious hips Laelyan bore. A fair amount of cum could be felt inside of her, seeping into the womb. "There we go..."
    "Bit too late to say this... but someone..." Laelyan panted. "Someone saw us..."
    "Ah... well shit... you... you go on back... get to the head of IA's office... she'll get you the passport easy... just tell her Illysian got paid the right amount."
    "Will do... and thanks again... thanks for the potential kids..."
    Laelyan staggered to the afformentioned office, no longer focused on Illysian. Knocking on the door, Laelyan tried to catch her breath. A redhead answered, motioning her inside.
    "So... whatcha need?" she asked the elf.
    "Ah... for a passport... Illysian's been paid the right amount." Laelyan replied, a bit happy.
    "That so... well, alright. Let's get you set."
    Once the photo was taken, the redhead filled some forms with ease.
    "One convenient-as-fuck passport, coming up." She said, finishing it up. "Alright, here you are, Miss DeGras. Have f-" Just then, the desk phone rang. Clearing her throat, the redhead picked it up. "Office of International Affairs, you've reached the desk of Terry Hemetica. How may I be of service? Oh, hey Naley... uh-huh... wait, what? Really?... Yeah, she's right here.... Hoo boy... Alright, I'll tell her." With that, she hung up.
    "There's something wrong, isn't there." Laelyan spoke.
    "Apparently, you've been saddled up as a rape victim. Just head back outside- oh, here's your passport- and sit on the benches until someone comes by. You'll know who I mean." Terry replied.
    "... great..." Grabbing the passport, the elf went back outside...
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    "And then we came to right now." Laelyan stated. "That's my side of the story.  Hopefully it's helpful..."
    "Mm... it sort of is. Though, I'm still questioning your willingness to get pregnant... ah. We'll save that for later. You're free to return to the lobby, in the meantime."
    "Did you want me t-"
    "Yes. Bring the redhead in."
    With a nod, the bronzed elf ran back into the lobby. Immediately, she took a seat next to Illysian, curling up with her like before.
    "Welp. Guess my story's next..." Terry spoke up, standing up. She walked down the path Laelyan came from, entering her own office as a visitor. Naley had already re-dressed herself in the transition.
    "Terry. Baby." Naley said, tearing out a page of her notepad. "Care to explain this bullshit?"
    "Probably better off asking Illy before me, man. She's got more important info about this whole-"
    "Yes, I know. But I just wanna know why you weren't handling it in the first place."
    "Oh. I can do that. Just lemme remember a few minutes ago..."