Chapter 0 - Bound to Donate

Wakeeda's head jerked upwards upon hearing a knock at her door. It was late evening: who'd be wandering the swamp at this time? More to the point, how in the sprit's names hadn't she sensed them? She grabbed the large knife she was using to cut up ginger root and hesitantly headed to the door. 

She opened the door, ready to attack, only to find an elf in front of her. The elf had yellowish skin, long ginger hair tied in a plait, bright green eyes and freckles all over her body. She was a head shorter than Wakeeda and had what could be called an hourglass-shaped figure, but she wasn't thin by any respect, with ample breasts and an equally large rear. She wore a dress of equal colour to her eyes that stretched down to just above her knees and on her feet she wore light brown gladiator sandals.

Yet there was more: something about this elf that Wakeeda couldn't quite place her finger on. An ancestral tie to the blood elves of ancient Asmana? A fragment of power from the time-lost Demon War? Whatever it was, Wakeeda could sense a great power within the elf that, properly managed and tempered, could best even draconic power. Such a thing wouldn't have been seen in Asmana since before the First Age began.

A blue-haired lightly-dressed fairy fluttered above her right shoulder, which explained why Wakeeda didn't sense the two traversing through the swamp: most fairy magics disrupted her reading abilities, even passively. In truth, she never could fully understand fairies or other magical creatures.

"H-hi. Are you Wakeeda the witch?" The elf's voice was shaky, but not from cold. Most newcomers to her little abode were shocked at her lack of apparel; at her pinkish-skin fully on display, barring a few necklaces and other jewelry from past customers.

"That I am, but it's witch doctor." Wakeeda corrected the stranger. Witches were without cause or master-inferior to her and any others blessed with the spirit's power. "If you've come here to get a future reading or to request a potion made, you can wait until morning. It's late."

The elf answered "No, I'm-" but she paused, glancing at her fairy companion. "I mean, we're here about the 'elf squirt' posters."

Wakeeda had almost forgotten those. She needed elf squirt for her latest ritual, but aside from kidnap and rape-which would damage her already bad reputation-there was only one way to get it. She'd put posters in every inn in Asmana offering a reward for any doners. They'd been up for a few weeks now, and none had volunteered; maybe there were less female elves in Asmana than she'd thought. Or maybe her reputation was bad enough that kidnap and rape wouldn't have done that much harm to it.

"Oh, come on in then." Wakeeda gestured inside warmly. "What's your name?"

"Ilyse." she answered, looking a little warmer now she was inside. "Ilyse Arvernus."

Arvernus...Something was familiar about that name. Wakeeda vaguely recalled reading it in a tome around a year ago when she still believed in knowing the unknown-it surprised her that she had given her being to the spirits so recently. The name Arvernus belonged to an ancient bloodline of elves thought to have been destroyed by a dark sorcerer quite recently. Clearly, history was wrong on that little detail.

"Well Ilyse, it's good to meet you. Now, is there anything you'd like to know before we begin?" Wakeeda asked seriously. She didn't want to cause any awkward or painful situations with the elf.

Ilyse pondered for a second. "Not that I can think of, no. This is like taking blood, right?"

The fairy, fluttering behind Ilyse, suddenly put her finger to her lips and mimicked trying to struggle free from bonds. The witch doctor got the message. "Not exactly, but it'll be over before you know it." Seeing the look on Ilyse's face, she answered the question. "Don't worry: I'm not going to do anything you won't find enjoyment in."

Ilyse seemed to relax slightly. "Okay. So, what now?"

Wakeeda led Ilyse over to a bare table large and strong enough to hold a small troll. Getting the idea, Ilyse hopped up and lay down on it. The witch doctor gestured toward the elf's hands and whispered "Bām̐dhnuhōs." Instantly, two formless purple spirits appeared and held Ilyse's arms above her head.

"Wait, what are you-" but Ilyse was stunned into silence as Wakeeda cut through her clothes with another spell that left the flesh untouched. "Hey! I-I just bought that!" she cried indignantly.

Wakeeda only now noticed how shapely Ilyse was without her dress. Full, plump breasts, a rounded, lush rear and other such curves all over. She always considered pleasure secondary, but Ilyse looked so desirable laying there struggling against her bondage. Wakeeda could already tell this was going to be fun.

"Don't worry: I can fix the dress." Wakeeda offhandedly answered, rummaging among her shelves.

"But what are you doing?" Ilyse asked, almost in desperation.

Wakeeda turned around with a smirk. "Ilyse, do you even know what squirt is?"

"Now that I think about it...not really." The elf answered.

At this point the fairy, who's name escaped Wakeeda, fluttered to Ilyse's ear and whispered something. The witch doctor sensed excitement coming from the fairy; she was teeming with it. Wakeeda figured she was a lustful thing who enjoyed seeing Ilyse in situations like this. Faries were known to be pranksters so it wasn't a surprise that she'd tricked Ilyse into coming here.

"WHAT?" Ilyse shouted. "No! I don't-I didn't agree to that!"

"Actually, you did. You could have asked me for details beforehand, but you didn't. You could have asked your fairy friend what squirt is before coming, but you didn't." Wakeeda replied, plucking a small glass tube of violet potion from the shelf. Realizing how vile she sounded, she added in a tender tone. "I'm sorry, but you were the first to come here about the posters, and it's been weeks since I put them up. You're my only hope of getting that squirt."

Without another word, Wakeeda uncorked the tube and drank the violet potion inside. Instantly, her nethers became numb, but that didn't stop the pain from turning to tears in Wakeeda's eyes as her bead began to stretch and grow, getting longer and thicker. After nearly half a minute of agony, Wakeeda looked down to see a 10-inch long cock protruding from her crotch. It didn't have the slit at the end, nor the ballsack underneath, but everything else about it was perfectly sculpted-right down to the rock hardness.

The witch doctor glanced at the two. Ilyse was completely lost for words. She was clearly too shocked to even try to break free anymore. The fairy, her hands over her mouth, only whispered "It's beautiful..." Wakeeda could see the fairy's thighs rubbing together, as if she were wishing she could do more than look.

Wakeeda walked over to Ilyse, who seemed to snap out of her reverie. She frantically fought against the spirits binding her, still silent from shock, but it was no use. The witch doctor gently teased the elf's bead, rubbing and licking it, getting her pussy ready. Ilyse kept shaking her head frantically, attempting to fight. Wakeeda clambered onto the table and placed herself between her prey's shapely legs. For a moment, Wakeeda continued to tease the bound elf, but she was eager to test her new appendage.

She placed the tip at Ilyse's entrance, although the elf was trying to keep it shut tightly. But the witch doctor could sense the conflict inside her; she was fighting herself over whether she wanted it or not, and her carnal lust was winning out. This in mind, Wakeeda felt less guilty as she prodded Ilyse's entrance repeatedly. Then, with a strong thrust of her hips, she penetrated.

Wakeeda's new cock pushed slowly, inch by rapturous inch, into the squirming elf, her inner walls tight but quickly wettening. Wakeeda pushed all the way to the hilt, and a little bulge could be seen where Wakeeda's tip was. "Ah...aah...aah..." Ilyse could only pant. She still fidgeted slightly, not quite believing what was happening, but her struggling had mostly ceased now.

Wakeeda bent over the sexy elf and kissed her lips gently. "Just give in. Let the spirits take your soul on a journey of pleasure that can't be matched in the physical plane." she whispered in Ilyse's ear. She pulled back to the tip of her cock, only to push it back in again. She'd never felt physical pleasure like this before, and it took her a few pushes into the elf's tightness to get used to it, lest she become overwhelmed by the sensation.

She felt Ilyse's legs unconsciously wrap around her, the elf's mouth gaping wide as she gasped and moaned. Her tongue was almost hanging out. Unable to resist the sight, Wakeeda bent over and kissed the elf a second time, letting her tongue slip alongside Ilyse's, thrusting into her tightness with more vigour now. The bound elf's tongue licked Wakeeda's as it came from her mouth-the spike of lust inside the elf pushed Wakeeda to climax.

The witch doctor came as she pushed to her hilt again, her pussy squirting her juices all over the table beneath her. Her orgasm was such that she felt dizzy for a few seconds: she'd never come that hard before. She was starting to understand why so many men she slept with came before she did. As her vision cleared, she realized that Ilyse had yet to cum herself. With a grunt, Wakeeda pulled out of the elf, prompting a squeal from her.

"Hmm...so this will be harder than I thought... I'd heard it was difficult to make elves squirt but I didn't think it would be this hard..." Wakeeda muttered to herself, having gotten off the table. There wasn't a time limit to how long she'd keep her cock, so there was no chance of her losing it at any point through this. However, Wakeeda knew that Ilyse was enjoying this, despite the pleas and struggles. She just needed to push the elf's lust harder; do something that Ilyse would find agonizing yet rapturous.

The witch doctor smiled, a new idea coming to her. She headed over to the potion shelf and grabbed at some of the bottles, inwardly chiding herself for not putting the labels on properly again. Eventually she found what she wanted: a bright red potion which temporarily turned any pain experienced into pleasure. She shifted back over to the elf and clambered onto the table.

"Here; drink." Wakeeda told the elf. Ilyse's mouth clamped tightly shut and she shook her head frantically, looking as uneasy as she had when Wakeeda was growing her cock. "Ilyse, there's no need to be so stuck up. The spirits tell me everything-everything you think and everything you feel. Take it from a woman who has slept with everything from a mountain troll to a hybrid unicorn: There is no shame in feeling pleasure. It is merely another gift given to mortals to enjoy." the witch doctor whispered, stroking Ilyse's cheek softly. After a second, Ilyse-still somewhat reluctantly-parted her lips and let the bright red liquid inside wash into her mouth and down her throat.

Once the small bottle had been emptied of every drop, Wakeeda placed herself back between Ilyse's legs. This time, she perched her cock at the entrance to Ilyse's asshole. She placed a hand either side of Ilyse's waist and looked the elf in the eyes as she slowly pushed her cock inside. She only now noticed how tasty Ilyse's inverted nipples looked. The boobs were so plump and full. Almost without thinking, she bent over and slipped her tongue into the right nipple, pushing her cock completely into Ilyse's asshole.

"Ah! So...big..." Ilyse panted. "It...hurts but...why do I-ungh!" The elf was interrupted by the feeling of Wakeeda pulling her cock back only to thrust it back inside forcefully. The witch doctor sucked on Ilyse's breast, massaging the nipple with long licks with her tongue. She almost wished Ilyse was pregnant: she was certain the elf's breast milk would taste delicious.

Wakeeda was much more forceful this time: thrusting into Ilyse's tight hole at a much quicker rhythm than her pussy. Her hand had drifted to Ilyse's left boob and was squeezing it firmly. Her tongue now flicked into Ilyse's nipple rapidly. The elf's body shook with each thrust and the smell of sweat began to fill the air. Wakeeda drilled into Ilyse with reckless abandon, every thrust pushing right to the edge. The elf's stifled moans were a beautiful sound and Wakeeda could tell that she was getting close to her climax. Another idea coming to her, she reached down and began rubbing Ilyse's bead furiously in time with her thrusting.

"Oh g-osh...I'm g-g-going...to c-cu-" The elf bit her lip to stop her speech, but it didn't muffle her scream of rapture as she was pushed over the edge and she came all over the witch doctor's top-half. 

The elf's asshole tightened as Wakeeda pushed herself inside for the last time. Unable to hold back any longer, Wakeeda also came, shooting her juices onto the table for a second time as her cock pushed deeply inside Ilyse's tight hole. The elf flopped onto the table after a few seconds, her eyes crossed and out of focus. 

With a grunt, the witch doctor pulled out of Ilyse's tight ass. Waving her hand, Wakeeda freed the spirits holding Ilyse's arms in place; the elf was almost too out-of-sorts to notice. She took a small vial off a shelf and siphoned the elf's squirt from her body with a few hand movements. She sniffed the sweet liquid, resisting the urge to taste it, and corked the vial before setting it among her ever-growing shelf of ingredients. Then she turned to Ilyse to check on her.

"Oh. She's asleep. I didn't overdo it, did I?" Wakeeda poured over the elf, slightly worried.

The fairy chuckled "Oh don't worry. She just hasn't come that hard in ages. Neither have you, considering what I felt during that."

Wakeeda sighed but smiled "Pleasure is secondary to me...sorry, what was it again?"

"Devany." the fairy answered, giggling. "And why is that? Pleasure is one of the greatest sensations imaginable."

"Clearly, you've never cracked the mystery of how unicorn blood curses it's drinkers, however much you dilute it." Wakeeda joked, searching for a potion that would restore her womanhood. "Not that finding out helped me create a counter-concoction for it..."

"You magic-users wonder the strangest things." Devany observed.

Pretending to not have heard, the witch doctor looked over the elf's sleeping form and decided that she could stay the night. She'd given Wakeeda what she needed. Wakeeda repaired her torn dress with a few hand movements and conjured it onto the elf. She felt a small weight on her cock and saw Devany bouncing lightly on it.

"Don't rid yourself of this beautiful thing." Devany asked, hugging it. "I mean, at least let me have some fun with it first."

Wakeeda raised an eyebrow. "How would you suggest doing that? That cock is 10 inches long and you're...what, 9 inches tall?"

Devany sighed. "They always underestimate me."

The fairy snapped her fingers. Before Wakeeda's eyes she grew larger and larger over a matter of seconds. Where there was a tiny fairy, there now stood a woman, indistinguishable from an Asmanan woman except for her wings. Her change in size also applied to her breasts: where there was once a chest of equal flatness to Wakeeda's stomach, there were now two watermelon-sized tits jutting out from the fairy's torso.

Devany gently stroked Wakeeda's cock. "I can see you're already worn out from fucking Ilyse twice." she pointed out, with sympathy "Just lie down. Let me do my thing." she smiled, gently rubbing the tip.

Conceding, Wakeeda lay down on her bed and closed her eyes. She felt Devany's mouth descend on her cock, and moaned loudly as the fairy took it all at once. The witch doctor relaxed and smiled. She got the strange feeling this was the spirit's way of rewarding her service. She could only mutter a small "Thank you." as the fairy's tongue began to circle her cock.

"You're welcome."