Cyber M.I.L.F.S. : Minverva the Elf

I can't imagine doing it with a lot of my stories, but I love being able to post something so quick and easy for you guys. Minerva didn't have a name until I had to have one, just like the rest of the girls in this. I definitely liked writing Minerva's weird behaviors as some kind of death cult assassin bred for combat with minor superstitions and rituals. She's the least emotional woman in MILFS but she truly cares to some extent. I should be releasing at least most of the girls this month on chapters like this as I suggest in the ending.

Also starting a Twitter I'll make a post about, but going to @SmutSandcastles for reasons I'll share later.

I woke up smelling breakfast and knew my latest "sitter" was here. I'd talked to mom about it over the weekend when she was here herself instead of out on a "business trip." She'd already told me that she was part of the mercenary team of M.I.L.F.S. and that my supposed babysitters I grew up with almost as much as mom herself were actually mercenary bodyguards she'd worked with or trusted to keep me safe while she was away. Apparently there weren't any major incidents that I would know about, but that it wasn't entirely unnecessary. I decided that the more I learned about this the worse off I was and let it go. It's still a big change and I think my "aunts" deserve to know that I knew. You'd think I was the son of the president or an heir to one of the omnicorps.

I clicked off my holo-alarm and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. We didn't live in a house, per-se, but one of those "super apartments." It's like an apartment building but with a lot of modular parts so the building's structure can be adjusted. We technically owned three apartments, but they were attached in a way to make a medium-sized house inside the same structure. In the kitchen, my aunt Minerva is cooking omelettes and grits on the stove. She's a little on the tall side, but notable thinner than me. She's wearing nothing but her bodysuit, running from her upper thigh to her shoulders and neck. To my knowledge, she's never taken it off in years. It's a high-end piece of gear that's breathable, armored to fuck and back, and feels like a second skin. Her pale hair shaved at the sides to give her something of a mohawk, which I understand had a revival somewhere in the 2090's and didn't go away for some of the metahumans. What I'll always remember are those purple eyes of hers. They pass for normal at a glance but looking closer shows she has black eyeballs with a faintly glowing pinprick for her pupil. Even as a kid I got that she had cybernetic eyes that made her the best equipped as mom's go-to spy. "Solu'usha," she greeted before I'm even completely in the room.

"Morning, Minerva," I said as I sat on the nearest seat at the table. It had a total of six chairs altogether, but most of them were kept on the far side of the long table. We don't have a lot of guests, but I realize it's so there's always room at the table for my team of aunties.

"You shouldn't stay up so late," she pointed out as she started serving the food onto dishes. I didn't bother asking if she had used her eyes to read my vitals or was simply on duty and awake while I slept. Elves almost never slept anyway, and I have no idea if cyborg ones do at all.

"I was in a game."

"A game you lost. You were too tired to be ruthless." She set the plates in front of me but I didn't bother going for it no matter how good it looked. I stood up and hugged my aunt Minerva first. "Kama lu k'fari."

"Kama lu t'sai," I recited back. It was sort of like elf grace. A little wish for protection when you stop to eat. She'd taught it to me when I was probably 7. I know not all elves are this crazy and fanatical, so I have the sneaking suspicion she was either in a death cult or one of those born and bred assassins you hear rumors about. Minerva's just always a little too precise and calculating when she does anything, but there's a sense of comfort I get from that by now. She feels like she gives me the exact same hug every time. A little too firm for a split second and a pat on the back followed by a quick rub on the same spot.

With the tiny ritual complete we can sit to eat. Minerva smacked my hand if I tried to eat first when I was little, but all the other aunts would just laugh when they realized I was waiting for it to happen with them. "I understand your birth anniversary occurred last night."

"Yea. Today's my birthday," I confirm as I pick through my food. The woman's a bit of a perfectionist, but good lord does it pay off with her food. Perfectly hot without burning the mouth and vegetables diced so finely that I can barely feel them in the egg.

"And a fertile one as I understand it."

"I mean... 18 is legal," I admit.

"In that case, I won't report your prior crimes." I give her a meek look and Minerva winks one of her cybernetic eyes. I'd lost my virginity a couple years ago during a sleepover at a friend's house. With all the things I learned about my mom, having an elf who can see through walls spying on me the whole time sounds like her style.

"So is your fertility meant to be a secret for this ritual or would you like me to give my analysis?"

"I don't want you scanning my balls," I mutter. Minerva does her best but she's still not clear on a lot of human rituals and traditions. When my mom had her cover for the Christmas presents one year to make it look like Santa showed up, she recreated a crime scene to suggest that someone had broken into the house and left "mysterious presents for reasons unknown (but they appear to be for you)."

"The results are quite impressive," she said, her voice still carrying that stiff edge to it while trying to sound like she was tempting me with her statistics.

"I'm good."

"You are very good. You were always a good child." Minerva swiftly finished her meal, going back to relaxing as her eyes slowly scanned the room with that dull, assuring hum of her cybernetics at work. After a minute or so of small talk as I scoop up my grits, she randomly sat up. "Leave our dishes in the sink and switch it to autoclean. Then meet me in the living room. I have your birthing present."

"Oh, you didn't have to." I always thought presents were a little tacky. I did my parties in real small gatherings, usually just a meal with the family or meeting a few friends. Still, I smile to know she thought of me. "But can you maybe not call it that? A 'birthing present' sounds... gruesome. Don't you elves have birthdays?"

"I am two-hundred and seventy," Minerva explained cooly. "I do not think my parents own that many cakes." She raised her eyebrows jokingly and flashed me a dull smile as she walked out of the kitchen. I watched her hips roll around inside her bodysuit. Ever since I learned the truth about my aunts as just my mom's gal pal mercenaries, I'd been looking at them differently. They were never people I looked at overtly sexually, despite how much time they spent with me and how many intimate moments we'd had while I was growing up. The M.I.L.F.S. agents weren't really family but emotionally close enough, which left me with some mixed feelings about them.

I finished up my omelette and went to the living room. Minerva had a holopad conjured up from one of the countless projectors in the wall as she gestured towards the sofa. I sat down and with a final flourish of her long fingernail, she hit a few of the holographic keys and some low-tempo music started thumping over the speakers. She pressed her thumb to the collar of her bodysuit and ran it down the middle of her chest, the material unzipping down to he navel in its wake. "Effu tauuhr-rhi, Phillip. Congratulations on surviving so long."

It would have sounded a lot more menacing if A: she hadn't used that as a formal sort of "congratulations" before, and B: she hadn't raised her leg with perfect balance and lifted it until her ankle was against her pointed ears. It was something I hadn't seen her do since she figured that yoga was an acceptable playtime activity we could do when I was younger. It felt a lot less innocent now.

"Forgot you could do that," I muttered, watching the suit ride up on her crotch while lazily parting to reveal the inside half of her breasts.

“I worked undercover for a months at a strip club tracking down a Nine Dragons mob boss,” Minerva noted casually as she let her leg back down, strutting towards me again with her hips bobbing side to side in time with the rhythm. She gyrated her hips and tossed her hair around in such a way that it made her bodysuit slink lower on her shoulders. She curled her arms so that they caught the falling fabric, barely covering her nipples as she leaned over in front of me. She arched her back suddenly, swinging a leg up high again as she tossed her head back.The material of her bodysuit finally flopped away from her breasts. It still only gave me a glimpse of her pale chest as her leg got in the way, arching it and planting the heel of her bare foot on the couch next to my face. She rolled her upper body back upright, shedding her bodysuit down to her hips. Her jiggling breasts were soft but wide as they wobbled to a stop. She was probably the least busty of my aunts, but pretty stacked for an elf. They tended to be pretty boney to keep up that natural agility, but I think her extra curves helped her blend in with the other species of the world a bit better… as well as just giving her some enviable curves.

“Do you like?” she asked with a gleam in her robotic eyes. They darted down while I gaped instead of answering and she broke into a smirk. “You like,” she answered for me as she peeled her bodysuit down to her upper thigh. She inched the other side down another spot before she suddenly flipped herself backward into a handstand. With nothing but her feet, she stripped and kicked off the last of her clothes and flicked the skinsuit away. She tumbled back towards me and landed rather daintily in my lap, legs spread to kneel on either side of my hips. My hardon pushed against my shorts and nestled right between her snug, hairless pussy lips. 

Minerva pressed the weight of her hips down to grind me through my shorts as she pressed her painted lips over my mouth and slid her tongue against mine. I couldn't keep my hands from going to her sides, feeling her smooth, soft skin until I was squeezing her ass cheeks. She let out the occasional low moan but never broke her focused gyrating and tongue work. I finally couldn't take it anymore and grabbed the waistband of my shorts, trying to slide them off and penetrate her properly like I was dying to do.

Minerva slapped my hand hard enough that it recoiled from my pants, treating me like I was reaching for the cookie jar when I was still a kid. She ran her hands under my shirt, peeling it off while her long fingernails barely scraped my chest. It made me shudder as goosebumps broke out across my skin. Once it was gone, the stone-faced elf brought her hands back to my shorts, gracefully shifting her legs to let her peel them off from under her. I think the only break in her stoic and confident act was her cybernetic eyes roaming down to my hardon, giving it a small, appreciative smile.

"Kama lu k'fari." Minerva repeated the words from her eating ritual as she wrapped her slender fingers around my shaft.

"Kama lu... oof... t'sai," I mumbled to finish her little chant. As if rewarding my memory of my old lesson, her toned thighs started to descend and slowly swallowed up my cock. She let out another soft grunt as her lips parted and her broad elvish breasts pushed against me. I'd had sex before, but Minerva was something else. Her flexible body gyrated with an expertise I wasn't going to find in a random high school one night stand. Her whole back and body went into each thrust in an almost serpentine gesture, bringing her breasts and lips gliding past my face every couple of seconds. Her arms wrapped around my neck, clearly holding me steady as I started to moan and squirm since she was in perfect control of her body.

She moved like something between a pornstar and a ballerina; a perfect mix of grace and lust. Her elvish pussy was as tight as the stereotypes said, a tight and tugging fit around my human cock that had no trouble pulling the cum out of me. Her robotic eyes were unflinching but I saw her biting her lip when I wasn't kissing her back. I was sure it wasn't the biggest thing she'd taken in all her spycraft. It was either her putting on an extra show for me or just enjoying herself by riding the dick of the boy she'd helped raise. I experimentally cupped her breasts and squeezed her plump little nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. It was my first real attempt to return her favor of turning me on so much, but her own appreciation was obvious. Her back arched as a sharp gasp escaped her lips, and her pussy pressed hard against my lap as her already tight-fitting pussy tried to clench around me. It wasn't any stronger than my erection, so it created more of a faint crushing sensation that made my head spin.

Her dark false eyes stared back at me as her breathing became more intense. I'd thought they were beautiful even when I was a kid. So strange and mysterious. I'd catch them gleaming in the dark sometimes if I was up late or she checked in on me and they always made me feel safe. Staring into them while she bounced on my cock was all that and more. She stroked her long nails through my hair and lightly itched my scalp as she kissed me again, pausing just long enough to mutter "I'uthua, child." A simple and beautiful "I love you" in elvish that cut deep as she pulled my hair to force me into a rougher, tongue-filled kiss.

My snugly wrapped cock pulsed and swelled for a second as I finally jizzed inside her. Her pussy responded with much of the same, suddenly clenching and unclenching around me like it was trying to suck my cock in deeper. I'd always heard that elf orgasms were something else; these greedy, fiercely-tugging reactions from their pussies that weren't quite like any other race's. Her body's reaction made sure that I emptied my balls inside her and not a drop came back out, though I could feel her own warm fluids slipping and churning around the head of my cock to assure her she'd enjoyed herself.

"Thank you... best birthday ever," I sighed, holding tightly onto my thin auntie. It wasn't what I was expecting, but it was absolutely what I'd wanted without even realizing it.

"Thank you," she mimicked. Her fingers were still buried in my hair, slowly easing up her grip. I wasn't nearly naive enough to ask if I'd gotten her pregnant. Even the most reckless of my aunts were still mercenaries and wouldn't go into this without a plan. I was also pretty sure that whatever had churned out my stealthy assassin elvish guardian had left her infertile as a precaution. Just something I'd picked up from solemn talks about her family.

"I must admit," she went on. "Once we knew your birthday was coming up, we fought over who got to take care of you today."

I laughed wearily as I hugged her tight, just to hesitate and let go. "Wait, like... actual fighting?" Because given all that mom had told me...

"Contests were held. We settled the schedules," Minerva explained simply. "Dot will be seeing you tonight after my shift. Gert and Yukiko will see you tomorrow." I nodded as if I understood what she meant. I had no idea what they must have done to settle things short of drawing straws where their dwarf hacker and elvish spy got the top picks.

"Well... thanks. All of you. I'm glad you care about me as much as I care about you girls. I'uthua, Aunt Minerva." I planted a kiss between her broad breasts and she chuckled, tipping my chin up to kiss me again. I sighed as she slid off of me, casually picking up her bodysuit and slipping back into her second skin. "Hey, Minerva?"

"Yes, child?" she asked as she zipped herself back up with another swift flick of her finger.

"Are you guys... are you going to leave? Now that I've grown up?"

Minerva smirked about as big as she was willing to smile. "You are not grown up yet, child," she calmly teased. "Have your way with two women and you think you're a proper man... elvish men are not tae-ulu'qua until they are 50 years old and married to another. Even by the human days, you have much to go through. But... you are your mother's son. It is likely you will one day inherit her business, and even if you do not you will remain a potential target." She leaned over in front of me, tapping my nose with one of her long pink nails. "I plan to stay in your employ for most of my many years."

That was a comforting thought. Even with her implying I'd be targeted by assassins, it felt worth it to have my beloved (and frankly, very deadly and way sexy) aunts by my side.