Chapter 6: An influential ally

Being a party to bringing Cassandra to an explosive orgasm was an event to remember. What surprised me the most was that she immediately wanted to do it again. Needless to say DF36 and I were happy to oblige. With Cassandra’s cunt being well lubricated with her own juices, the leather cock was worked harder and deeper into her cunt. I repeated the dual teasing of her clit and nipple and was rewarded with the same powerful response as the first time. I notice that this time, DF36 had taken the precaution of removing her leather clothes and was naked except for her narrow collar. Cassandra showered DF36 with her cum, which DF36 promptly started to consume.

This time Cassandra drew both of us in to receive kisses as a reward for the delights we had given her. If only my cock would show a flicker of the desire which the rest of my body feels. After our vigorous games, we collapse side by side on the bed while we recover.

Eventually we decide that we must return to reality, and we clean ourselves up and get dressed. DF36 returns to her work in the corner, while I prepare a hot drink for Cassandra.

“I wish I’d visited you earlier,” says Cassandra. “How long have you and your Elf Maiden been together?”

I notice Cassandra has the same difficulty I initially experienced in referring to an Elf Maiden by what is effectively her serial number.

“DF36 and I have only been together for a couple of days,” I reply. “Anyway, what brought you here today? Not that it isn’t a pleasure to see you again.”

“You registered a complaint about some derelict property near the old docks which I’ve just learned are owned by me,” replies Cassandra. “I want to know why you have such an interest in the building.”

“I think you ought to see the building for yourself and then you will understand my concern,” I reply.

“I can’t venture into the area of the old docks without an escort,” replies Cassandra. “You had better accompany me. Will your Elf Maiden be alright if you leave her?”

“Yes, of course she will,” I laugh. “Elves are intelligent beings and DF36 is quite capable of looking after herself.”

Cassandra and I walk over to the area of the old docks. It is a fifteen minute walk from my house. That gives us plenty of time to renew our friendship, although you could argue that we’ve just achieved that in my bed. However, we find plenty to talk about and I realise how much she has matured from the headstrong girl I knew when we first met.

“Are you taking me into the elven ghetto?” asks Cassandra when she sees the ugly red signs marking the boundary of the elven ghetto.

“Yes. The building we are visiting is part of the elven ghetto.”

“The buildings in this area look as though they’ve been derelict for years. Why is the elven ghetto still here?”

“When they built the new harbour, this area became redundant. The city aldermen decided to close the elven ghetto near the city gates and move the elves into these buildings.”

“That’s disgraceful!” replies Cassandra. “Why would the aldermen want to do that?”

“I don’t know,” I reply.

I have an unproven theory why the aldermen did what they did. The area which was previously the elven ghetto has now been redeveloped. Gone are the old houses and shops. These days the area boasts several large mansions, which provide homes for wealthy men and women. Somebody would have made a lot of money from the redevelopment.

We reach the building which was DF36’s former home and workshop. The upper floors have already been abandoned. The window frames are so rotten that the glass can fall out onto passers-by without warning. The other buildings in the ghetto are in only marginally better condition.

It only takes Cassandra ten minutes to decide that something urgent needs to be done to rehouse the whole elven population in the ghetto. Since there are several hundred elves living in this ghetto, I’m not sure what she can achieve without her father’s support. However, she seems confident that something can be done relatively quickly.

We conclude our visit to the elven ghetto with a meeting with DF35 in her workshop. I’m not sure why Cassandra insists on meeting her but I presume it has something to do with her earlier discussion with DF36. I leave them to themselves for a few minutes while I admire some of the metalwork produced by the Elf Maidens of this workshop. When I return to where Cassandra and DF35 are talking, I see that they are busy discussing what appears to be a light chain harness. I’ve never anything like it before.

Cassandra concludes her conversation with DF35 by asking her to produce six of whatever it is they were discussing. I’m curious about what Cassandra has ordered, but I lack the courage to ask her and she shows no signs of volunteering any information on the subject.

We walk towards the boundary of the elven ghetto when Cassandra notices a group of men entering the House of Delight.

“What are those men doing?” Cassandra asks me.

“Umm ... Elf Maidens in heat go to the House of Delight if they are wanting sex with a man.”

“And there seem to be plenty of men willing to play their part. Have you ever been inside one of these ... err ... brothels.”

“It’s where I first met DF35,” I reply. “But the purpose of my visit wasn’t for sex. At least, not at the time.”