Master PC: The Elves

The next two days followed a happy routine for Mark. Starting with Becky's named-oath of undying love and servitude, the elfin sisters were thoughtful beyond belief. Merry went to work. If his mom had a suitable patient, he fucked her. If not, Suzy, Becky and he shared a threesome. Merry came home, they made love and night fell; with no nocturnal visitation or emission. Then, one night, Mister Fahey showed up.

Actually it was more of a sneaking around. Using the skill acquired slumming around the back alleys of Bangkok, he snuck around back and saw his two girls arguing. They had grown into cute little numbers. He could hear them from the bushes.

"Its been a whole day. My pussy is on fire."

"Don't you think I feel the same? But what are we to do? If we change, we become vulnerable."

Then before the sailors' eyes his two daughters changed into Shidhe. He remembered the stories his Gran told him in his youth but he thought they were just her old fancy. Of course that would explain some things about his bitch of a wife.

"Are we broken? Imperfect? Will we never know the joys of ruining a man again?"

"We need to try ourselves on another man."

"But who? How?"

Then Mister Fahey slid the patio door aside. The two Shidhe, caught unawares, immediately reverted to their mortal bodies, even casting a glamour of clothing. But it was too late.

"Well now, fey are ye? Don't bother running, I was the one who named you, remember?"

The two women crouched in fear.

"Now come over here."

"Why?"

"What do you want?"

"Your ol' dad is going to fuck yer little brains out."

The two Shidhe shared a secret smile. "Oh. I am afraid he's got us Elizabeth."

"Yes. I am afraid he does Suzanne."

Then they stalked closer to their father.

The next morning, Merry shook John awake. "Mark! Mark! Get up! The girls are doing something to a man downstairs!"

Mark made himself decent more casually than Merry liked. "Hurry!"

"What are they doing to him?"

"Fucking him!"

"Is that all?"

"Its not the same its...sick somehow. It's just wrong. Hurry!"

Mark wondered if it was a burglar the girls surprised. He grabbed his softball bat and walked down the stairs. Merry followed close behind. He was able to here grunts and a male voice pleading from the top of the stairs. The voice seemed familiar somehow.

Mark proceeded, sword at the ready. At first all he saw was Suzy's head and shoulders as she bounced up and down on someone. Elizabeth stood beside her, gulping a goblet of wine, her body glowing with as sheen of perspiration. Mark crept down the stairs further.

Mark's father, Jack Fahey lay pinned beneath Suzy; his dick enslaved to his elf-daughter's compelling pussy. Jack was a man trapped in rapture. He begged his lover to stop weakly. He throat croaked from thirst. Then movement from the stairs caught his eye.

"For the love of God, Mark, make them stop. They are killing meeeeee." Captain Fahey's body clenched with another orgasm, one of the countless dozens he had experienced that night. It was his hell of pleasure. Neither Suzy nor the whimpering Captain even slowed their humping.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Only Becky responded. "Oh you know how dear father creeps around eventually? This time he finally got his wish. He commanded his daughters to fuck his brains out." Becky changed into Elizabeth form, bent and caressed the old man's cheek. "And this time you got you wish, didn't you, daddy dear?"

"I am so sorry, please..." Jack tried to weep but the orgasm got the better of him. "P-p-p-p please make it ahhhhhhhhhh."

Mark's old man was getting the very life sucked out of him. He moved to save him. "What the hell are you doing? Get offa him!" He waved the aluminum bat at them.

Suzy and Becky laughed.

Then Mark remembered a gaming trick. Some elves hated cold iron. He dropped the bat and picked up the wrought iron fireplace poker. The advanced with its curled tip towards them.

Both Shidhe withdrew, hissing like viscous cats.

Merry, God bless her, called in sick to take care of the old man. He face was ashen, his hands shook and asked for a glass of water.

Mark knew his dad to drink every booze under the sun, but never water. Eventually, he passed out on the sofa, covered only by a wool blanket. He reminded Mark of a transient. As morning turned into afternoon, it became clearer and clearer that Jack Fahey was a broken man. The terror of brothels across the seven seas was done.

Mark was furious. He demanded to know what the girls had done. He raged, he yelled and he promised never to touch them again. Then he stormed out of the house. Merry went with him.

That Friday night, the fey girls took their problems to their old source of comfort, their mother. She was all too ready to apply her own solution. "Jack was a pervert, after you two since you were little girls. He got what he deserved."

"But what do we do about Mark? We love him so much. We cannot live without him."

"He said he would not touch us anymore." Becky looked miserable.

"You, we, need to make it up to him."

"How?"

"By bringing him what he wants."