Just a Side Quest (Frieren)

Poll Winner

Themes: Master/Pet, Dom/Sub, Humiliation

Summary: For an elven mage like Frieren who will live for an extremely long time, years and even decades can feel like they pass in the blink of an eye. That's why, during the fifty year time period between defeating the Demon King and her return to the capital, Frieren gets up to all kinds of silliness. Like for instance, agreeing to be the pet to a human male for a year in exchange for learning a new spell. A small cost for someone like her.

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She wakes up with a dick in her mouth. That’s not a metaphor or hyperbole either. Frieren’s emerald eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim early morning light filtering through the curtains. A moment passes for the pale, white-haired elf before she realizes that the warm taste of a man’s phallus in her mouth isn’t just some fading dream, it’s very real. The musky scent of his arousal fills her nostrils, which flare involuntarily in response.

Rather than push the owner of said dick away, or bite down, or any number of options that would have prematurely terminated the current situation of her waking up with a dick in her mouth… Frieren just sighs and stretches her jaw a bit wider, allowing the human man currently straddling her head to slide his cock down her gullet without complaint.

To understand this situation that she’s found herself in, one must first understand the nature of elves in general and Frieren personally. Elves were… a long-lived race. Most of the species with shorter lifespans didn’t always understand what this meant, however. Elves simply had a different perspective when it came to time and everything involving time.

A human’s lifespan was, in general, anywhere from fifty to a hundred years usually. But for an elf like Frieren, that sort of time span was more akin to a handful of months. A lot could happen for non-elves in fifty years. But for elves, a decade felt like a stroll to the next town over.

That was why, after helping the Hero Himmel defeat the Demon King, Frieren hadn’t bothered sticking around. She’d spent ten years fighting the Demon King’s army with the Hero’s Party, but where that decade of time might have seemed formative and binding in the extreme to her ‘boon companions’, it was pretty much just a short trip for Frieren.

However, the other thing to understand about Frieren… was that she loved magic. And she enjoyed learning new spells above all else. If someone had a spell grimoire to offer her, she would be willing to pay an awful lot for it. And because of her nature as an elf, she had something to offer in payment that was worth a lot more to non-elves than it was to her. Time.

As such, when she’d been passing through a human town only for the noble lord of said town to approach her with an offer, Frieren had stopped to listen. And when she’d heard what he was willing to give her, Frieren had stopped in general, especially with how cheap the price was.

One year of sexual servitude in exchange for a single spell grimoire might not seem like a good trade to some people, especially the short-lived races. After all, a whole years as some noble lord’s sex pet might be permanently mind altering for one of them. For Frieren though, it was little more than a walk in the park.

That’s why Frieren doesn’t hesitate to begin working on her current master’s cock with a lackadaisical sort of determination. She’s resolved to earn that spell grimoire to be clear, but she’s not THAT enthusiastic about the whole situation. She’d warned the noble lord that she probably wouldn’t be when they’d started, and he hadn’t minded one bit. He said it was part of her ‘charm’.

Indeed, as Frieren begins fulfilling her duties as a pet, her master groans in pleasure. Her tongue swirls around the head of his cock, tasting the salty beads of precum that have already gathered at his dick tip. Then, she begins to bob her head up and down, taking more of her master’s length into her mouth with each pass.

Her hands come up to grip at his hips and steady herself as she works. Meanwhile, Frieren’s pigtails are already held in the grasp of her master’s hands as she services him, though he does nothing with the grip. The contrast of her cool skin against his heated flesh clearly provides a pleasant sensation for him.

Even in this act, time seems to stretch and warp for the long-lived elf. What might feel like a few moments of work for Frieren is perhaps fifteen to thirty minutes of diligent morning sucking as her master does his absolute best to hold back his release. A considerable duration for her mortal companion, to be sure.

Frieren doesn’t hold back either. She varies her technique constantly, from licking along the underside of his shaft, to suckling the head of his cock, to even taking him as deep as she can manage before she gags.

Eventually though, Frieren feels the human noble’s body tense. His grip on her hair tightens up noticeably too. Knowing he’s close, Frieren redoubles her efforts, eager to bring him to completion so they can get on with the day if nothing else. Finally, his cock pulses against her tongue before he spills himself down her throat.

“Mmm… take it, you little elven slut. Take it all. Drink my seed.”

Frieren has no problem with that, swallowing dutifully as her master groans in pleasure. Even after he’s done cumming, she continues to suckle gently as he comes back down from his high, only pulling away once he’s fully spent.

As he climbs off of her, his eyes linger on Frieren’s naked body, no longer covered by the bed sheets. She’s not allowed to wear clothes in his castle. Only the collar around her neck marking her as his elven pet.

“… See you at breakfast.”

Frieren merely dips her head in acknowledgment, before bringing up a thumb to push the droplet of cum that had made its way out of the side of her mouth back inside.

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Breakfast, of course, is more of the same. The noble lord has no wife yet, being rather new to reaching his majority. This means most days he eats alone if he doesn’t have any guests of sufficient standing staying in his castle. Needless to say, Frieren had only counted among that list on their very first meeting. Ever since, she’d no longer been an ‘important guest’, she’d simply been his ‘elven sex pet’.

As such, her place is on the floor under the dining table, dutifully sucking her master’s cock some more while he eats his breakfast. She’s honestly lost track of time again, simply working over his rock hard cock with her mouth and tongue, when suddenly he pulls out from the table and reaches for her.

Strong human hands grasp her naked shoulders and pull her out from under the table right then and there. Before Frieren can even react, she’s bent over, her upper body presses against the cool wooden surface. Looking back, the pale white-haired elf’s eyes meet her master’s as he positions himself deliberately behind her.

Without missing a beat, Frieren braces herself against the table. At the same time, she spreads her legs and arches her back, presenting the perfect target for her master’s desires. A soft groan escapes her lips as he thrusts inside of her with a grunt, filling her completely.

Closing her eyes, Frieren lets the moment wash over her like so many before it. The heat, the fullness, the rhythm of their bodies moving together… none of it truly matters. What matters is fulfilling her end of the bargain so she can leave with the spell grimoire at the end of the year.

The noble lord’s grip on her hips tightens up, his pace quickening by the second. Frieren matches his movements with her own, pushing back against him so that their bodies are moving in sync and he enjoys himself as much as possible.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The room is filled with the sounds and scents of their copulation, even as Frieren lets herself drift some more. It was so easy to just go with the flow, truth be told. She would never understand why human women would find this sort of thing to be a hardship. Then again, there were plenty of prostitutes out there, weren’t there? So maybe most human women DIDN’T consider selling their bodies to be that much of a hardship.

It certainly wasn’t difficult for Frieren. She just had to-

SMACK!

Frieren’s eyes snap open as her master suddenly spanks her ass while fucking her from behind. A gasp leaves her lips, even as he chuckles.

“Gods… where do you go? Do you think I can’t tell when your mind leaves me like that?”

Looking back over her shoulder at her temporary master, Frieren regards him cooly.

“Are you dissatisfied with my service, Master?”

If he was, she would most certainly take that into consideration and endeavor to better the experience for him so she could earn the grimoire. However, the lord just shakes his head in response, grinning ruefully.

“No… it’s more on my end. Our interactions have me questioning what good I am in arenas such as these.”

What, at sex? He was perfectly fine. Passable… good, even. Frieren just didn’t care about sex that much.

“Perhaps… I just need to try harder.”

Suddenly, her master’s eyes grow intense. Determined. Resolved. The last time Frieren saw the expression that now resides on the human lord’s face… it was on the Hero Himmel’s face as he faced down the Demon King. What a strange-

Frieren’s eyes widen as her master’s thrusts grow more intense all of the sudden. She gasps as he knocks the air out of her lungs by slamming his cock in so deep that it hits the entrance of her womb. The relentless pounding, turned up several notches from how he would normally fuck her, sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, threatening to break through her usually stoic exterior.

Despite Frieren’s best efforts, a gasp and then a moan slip past her lips. This only causes her master to go harder as a result, his movements becoming even more forceful as he aims to draw out further responses from her typically reserved self. Frieren’s hands fist against the wooden table in front of her, her knuckles turning white as she tries to ground herself.

Yet, with every thrust… she can feel something awakening in her. Not ecstasy or bliss or anything as strong as that… but perhaps pleasure. Enjoyment, even.

The noble lord leans over her, his broad chest pressing against her back as he reaches around her. Suddenly, his fingers are teasing her sensitive clit, causing Frieren to gasp in shock and then let out a particularly guttural wanton moan. She’s never had anyone touch her there before. It’s not… something that’s ever been done.

A cry escapes Frieren’s lips as a rather humiliating orgasm crashes over her. Her inner walls clench around her master’s cock and she shudders and trembles, overwhelmed by the sudden orgasm she experiences. And yet, still he doesn’t let up. Obviously, Frieren had already known the man to be a greedy creature. He had, after all, demanded an entire year of her service for a single spell.

But she had no idea just how greedy her master could be. It wasn’t enough that he’d made her cum once for him. No, he wanted more now. He continues pounding into her, extending her pleasure and capitalizing on her increasingly sensitive flesh.

For the first time in her entire life, Frieren finds herself living in the moment. Even the perspective and outlook of a long-lived elf like her won’t let her escape what this human is doing to her.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The harder he fucks her, the more Frieren moans. The more she moans, the harder he fucks her. It’s a vicious, unending, lustful cycle of domination and pleasure. Her eyes go crossed as she moans and moans, until finally… he can’t hold back any longer.

Frieren gasps as he empties himself inside of her. It’s not the first time he’s done so. It won’t be the last either. She still has months upon months left of servitude ahead of her after all. And yet… this time is different. Her body is so much more sensitive than all of the previous times.

It’s embarrassing, to say the least. Frieren should have had better control of herself. To hide her shame and humiliation, she turns and drops to her knees to suck his cock clean the moment her master pulls out of her creampied cunt. That doesn’t stop him from grinning down at her and running his fingers along her knife ears though.

They both know he’s managed to do something surprising. He’d broken her composure, shattered her stoicism, and brought her to the height of ecstasy… and all just by applying a little bit of elbow grease to the situation. Humiliating. Utterly humiliating.

And yet, Frieren wasn’t going to give up. She certainly wasn’t going to run away or hide or anything like that. She was here for a reason. Her own pleasure, even if it was shameful, paled in comparison to her true purpose.

She would earn that grimoire. The spell for perfectly cooking potatoes would be hers, no matter what. And sure, Frieren already had some general spells that could allow her to peel potatoes, wash them, and cook them without issue. But she didn’t have a spell that did all three in one fell swoop!

Determinedly sucking on her master’s cock while ignoring his satisfied smirk and the fluttering in her stomach, Frieren endeavors to keep her eye on the price, no matter what.