Chapter 12

The spirit, in the form of a nude female elf, moved toward Damon. No, not quite nude, she was adorned with a Black garter belt attached to black hose, black high heels, large, gold, hoop earrings, and a wide, black choker adorned with evenly spaced green stones, perhaps jade, set in silver, mounting frames. She dropped to her knees before Damon and only then did he notice beside her a neatly folded stack of clothing topped with at least one large hat which was not there before the summoning. Red hair shot through with golden strands flowed in full-bodied curls to the midpoint of her back, a few tighter curls of her locks dropping over her gravity-defying breasts. The breasts were large, but not so much as to seem out of place, perhaps grapefruit size with ski jump slopes leading down to slightly protuberant, old U.S. quarter dollar size, vividly pink areolas tipped with nipples about a third the size of the areolas and standing out about 15mm. Damon wondered are they the perfect size for putting in a mouth? The under-boob rose in a graceful quarter arc, completing the gravity-defying effect. The breasts were milky white, featuring a tan line like effect of triangular patches against a light tan background of the rest of her body. As he noticed her slim, delicate ears extend up through her red curls, she unbuttoned his armored duster, went for his belt buckle and started releasing it.

Damon was dumbstruck, forgetting the planned standing orders he was going to issue to prevent the spirit from plotting his demise in order to gain its freedom. Was this part of her attack? Damon wanted to see what she was up to. He decided he could try issuing standing orders while the spirit carried forth.

“You shall not do anything to bring me harm or through inaction, let harm befall me. You shall not have others harm me or work to free you from me.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, letting the unfastened belt drop aside and unzipped his leather trousers. Disappointment lined her face when the opened trousers revealed the jumpsuit. She rose and wrapping a long leg around him and molding her lower body to him, reached to move the long coat off his shoulders, then pulled the jumpsuit zipper down, lowering her body at the same pace. Confronted with the form-fitting armor, she snaked her hand between the overlapping, built in cup of the armor, then through the overlapping fabric of his briefs to finally reach his manhood. “Master is making me negotiate many layers to get to my target,” she said in a playful tone. No sooner had his dick cleared his clothing than she engulfed him between her full, pouty lips.

Damon asked, “Why are you doing this? I did not request this from you.”

“Old Master had me orally service him upon calling me unless he stated otherwise,” she said, then asked, “Does present Master not desire such service?”

“Wasn’t that inconvenient at times?”

“I was always aware of his desire before materializing,” she said, “very seldom did he not want to use this form.”

She engulfed his cock and took him to the base in one smooth stroke, then used her tongue to entice his scrotum. Wow! She is good at that Damon thought. I wonder if it is her being a spirit that made that seem simple? He looked around checking the room as the unexpected turn of events played out. Seeing no one, and with the joke about having sex with your ally spirit running through his mind, Damon disrobed. Obviously, the person who created this ally gave it a very sexy form and from what it said had been used for sex often. Why not see just how good it could be?

Damon knew spirits didn’t need to breathe and this one wasn’t coming up for air. She did bob and rotate her head to stroke his shaft. Her tongue was really working over his nuts and Damon started wondering just how long it was. He felt his orgasm approach and the bound ally spirit curtailed her efforts, not completely stopping, but avoiding his most sensitive areas and slowly caressing less sensitive areas creating pleasure - like the base of his shaft. How is she doing this? Damon thought.

She regurgitated his member and said, “We are mind-linked. I would have sent it as a thought, but for some reason, you are not accepting my thoughts right now. Perhaps my sexual excitement combined with yours would cause you to ejaculate far too quickly and shorten our pleasure.”

She started to engulf him again when Damon stopped her and brought her to stand before him. Again, she molded herself to his body. “Let me take a look at you,” Damon said and did so. She had green eyes, a narrow, arrow straight nose, and cupids bow lips. Her face was more rectangular than oval, with the lines tapering in to form her jawline and chin. He brushed her hair back from her ears and saw they were pierced multiple times in a row along the edge and about a quarter way up her elongated elven ears. Most sported studs matching the stones in the choker except the two lowest which had a complex, dangling ornament and the other a simple large, gold hoop earring.

Leaning in to kiss her, she obediently parted her lips and ran her tongue around his lips. She tasted like strawberries. His tongue fenced with hers and Damon pulled away while keeping their tongues engaged. Looking down, he could barely make out the tip of his own tongue, but hers was easily visible and seemed to unreel as he continued to back away. Breaking off the tongue play, he asked, “Just how long is your tongue?”

She giggled and licked her eyebrows. “Just long enough to do that,” she said.

Taking her by the shoulders, he bent her pressed body away from him and looked past the gravity-defying breasts and saw a bit of outline of a rib cage beneath her skin and just the hint of a six-pack of abdominal muscle. Her navel was pierced and sported a matching dangly type thing as her ears. Past the garter belt was a neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair no more than a centimeter long, matching the hair on her head. He could see the flesh beneath was paler, giving the illusion of a tan line of modesty. Damon wondered if the modesty tan line was present on her posterior and turned her around. Her ass sported paler flesh giving the illusion she had worn a sexy bikini while tanning that didn’t cover the entirety of her cheeks.