Master PC: The Elves

Friday night Mark and Merry made love. He was still furious and his love's kisses and a backrub went a long way to soothing him.

Saturday morning came and everyone had their own missions to perform. Mark pedaled to his game. Merry met her in-laws, to keep up appearances. Joanne met with a family she had longed to treat. Elizabeth played in basketball game and Suzanne attended a friend's wedding.

It was Mark and Sam's turn to fix the mac and cheese and this gave them time to talk. "Sam, what do you know about elves, real elves?" Sam Foy, like most gamers was a dilettante on folklore.

"Well, there's legends of "little people" all over the world. Have you ever noticed how my elves are the most dangerous race on my world? That's because they were. Oh, nowadays, we dress them up in green pointy hats and make them tiny purveyors of cookies and toys. But in the days of our ancestors, they told stories of the Tuatha de Dannan in hush tones. And when they did, they weren't 'cute." Even the bravest warriors were terrified to their bones. Pixie tricks were hardly every amusing. They usually involved illusions and playing with mortal's feelings and emotions, the way a cat plays with mice. Sometimes they were downright fatal."

"And elvish lovers?"

"Despite what we play sometimes, elvish lovers were notoriously dangerous. The elf women would take mortal lovers, use them up and just discard them. Those used men used to wonder the villages, not right in the head. They had what is called 'The Fey Look.' For the rest of their lives. "

"And the elvish men?"

"They were dangerous too. They used to claim the old medieval law of "First Night." That's why brides hide their faces in veils and ushers "guard" the ceremonies so Fey Princes won't kidnap beautiful mortal brides."

"I wished I had played in your world more often."

Elizabeth was the star of the game. Her footwork was a graceful as a ballerina and her endurance was incredible. In the fourth quarter she scored twelve out of the team's total 54 points. Coach Sontag saw her as a team player for the first time in her life. The coach even considered moving her up to Varsity. They could use her help.

That Saturday was like most others. Freshmen and JV played in the morning then Varsity at night, then the boys. After Coach had the last few words, Elizabeth approached Kristin Johnson. They were both guards. Elizabeth took a break from wiping the sweat from herself with a towel. "Hey Kristin. We got about two hours of empty gym. How about a little one on one?"

Kristin, a true jock, agreed readily. Kristin was fifteen and very slender. Her legs and arms were long and willowy. Her tush was practically non-existent. She showed only b-cup breast that angled out slightly from her body. But she had the prettiest face Becky had ever seen on a mortal.

She had very fine, brownish-blonde hair that was almost translucent and formed a halo around the girl if the light was behind her. Her hair searched down beyond her shoulders and she usually wore it in a ponytail with bangs. Her perfect teeth high round cheekbones and oval face gave her appealing smile. She had ice-blue eyes that really did twinkle. When she tilted her head forward and flashed those innocent eyes under her bangs, the effect was devastating.

She was a sweet, tasty little treat as ever walked the Earth. Mark would love her.

Elizabeth won the contest, but not by much. And the two girls hit the shower. The team was long gone and they had the girl's locker room all to themselves. The two showered, like they had dozens of times before.

"How tall are you, Liz?" asked Kristin.

"Five-seven."

"No way. That's tall enough. I wonder why the coach doesn't you a forward?" Becky turned the conversation her way. "Look. All my height is in my belly." Elizabeth stroked her washboard as, down to her groin. "See?" Kristin tried to be nonchalant, but Becky could see her tense.

"But that's the worst of it." She cupped her breasts. "I have medium breasts now. But I can tell they are going to be much larger. Coach says that will put off my balance."

"Oh, come on. How can you tell they are going to be bigger?"

"By the way they feel. Look. I'll show you."

In all innocence Kristin put up her arms. The shower was really relaxing her. "I don't know which one I want more, Varsity or nice rack." The two girls giggled.

Becky cupped one breast in either hand. "Mmmm. Nice handfuls." Then she softly molded them.

"Liz, I don't think..."

"Relax. This is the way it's done. Haven't you been taught how to examine you own breasts yet?"

"I said no!"

Becky backed off. "Hey. No problem. I think I know what I need to know anyway. You are going to be bigger than me, C-plus maybe D. You don't believe me? Try my breast. It's easy, just feel the room to grow." Becky lifted her arms and took a step closer.

"Liz, I don't think..."

In one smooth, blindingly swift motion, Becky's arms dropped around Kristin's head, pulled her head to meet hers, crushed her open mouth against Kristin's and spat down her throat.

Kristin leapt back. She hadn't even finished her first wipe of her lips when she collapsed to the tile floor. Becky stood above her, watching the steamy spray run down Kristin's body.

Slowly, Kristin opened her eyes, stood and looked on her teammate like she was something different all together. "Wow, Liz. I love you."

"How do you feel about my brother, Mark, now?"

"Him? I love him too. I want him to fuck me in my cunny." Kristin leaned forward, cupped her sex and shuddered. "Mmmm. I can just picture it now. I need him, Lizzy. Please take me to him."

"In my good time." Becky hooked her hand around Kristin's neck. It was slick with the nymphet's hair. Becky pulled down her mouth to hers. Kristin closed the distance, embracing her new love fully and without reservation.

The Virgin unashamedly ran her hands all over Becky's body, up her ass, to her breasts. The cool innocence had turned to burning, but inexperienced desire and a need to please. The girls had a whole half an hour before anyone showed up. The two teenagers spent that time in the hot shower, partaking of each other's sweet flesh.

The wedding was beautiful. It was out door, sunny and her friend Margeux Sanguetti, now Margeux McCoy, was radiant. Margeux was all Italian beauty. She had black, curly hair, full lips, and a luscious figure, smooth skin and talked her hands. For the wedding, she wore her grandmother's lace wedding gown and her mother's pearls. For the wedding night she had something special from her girlfriends.

The afternoon reception was modest. Though the couple was poor, there was lots of dancing, good lager and a big sandwich buffet.

Margeux and her husband, Rob, had postponed their Mexican honeymoon until the end of final's week, next Friday. For that weekend, they were booked into the honeymoon suite of the Riverhouse, a nice old hotel. They escaped from the Masonic Lodge and drove off to consummate their lives. Suzanne followed.

They kissed passionately at the suite. Rob was a bit buzzed but not that buzzed. Still, Margeux wanted the night to be perfect. She put her husband off while she showered and changed. Rob stripped off his tux and went after the complimentary champagne. He was sipped the Chandon and wished he had a beer. There was a knock at the door.

Fortunately, there was a vanity room off from the shower. It gave Margeux enough room to slip on her white lace corset, matching panties, hose and garters. She giggled at how silly she was being. She stood and examined herself in the mirror. Her long, black, curly hair set a lovely contrast with the white lace corset. The corset pushed up and out her proud 38 D's and pinched her fabulous, healthy ass nicely. If it didn't get her man hard in two seconds she'd know the reason why.

"Hmmm, child bearing hips." She commented, squirming at the thought of her big stud taking her, making her pregnant. The next half and hour was spent getting her make up perfect.

Finally, she walked out of the bathroom. Rob was waiting on the other side of the bed. He was shipping champagne as he looked up. "Wow, honey, you look hot." As he put down the champagne, Margeux rushed towards him. She had planned to walk towards him slowly and sexily, but she lost it. She skipped into his arms. He kissed her differently, much harder, he immediately went to Frenching and then, shockingly, he spat a loogie down her throat.

She yanked herself away. "What the hell was that?"

"First Night."

"What?" Margeux bent down, trying to retch. There, on the floor, lay her husband. Her last thought was, "The bed must have hidden him from view." Then the floor rushed to meet her.

Merry picked up Mark and his bike at Sam's house. The boys were impressed to say the least. Sam was worried. Girls always meant the end of a gamer. He couldn't blame him though. His girlfriend was an exotic beauty, nice too.

The two lovers made it home and were met at the door my Joanne, Suzanne and Elizabeth. "Don't come in the living room. We have an after dinner surprise there for you."

Mark was still pisssed as hell at his elf sisters, and had forgotten all about the lore Sam imparted on him. The Shidhe taking his sisters shape had put him off his guard, as they planned. The kitchen table was set well enough and a catered lasagna sat in the middle of the table. (Of the four women there, only Merry could cook worth a damn.)

The lasagna was good, Mark's favorite, very heavy, very meaty and a bit salty. The elvish maids serve their lord brilliantly. Never was his goblet more than half-empty when they filled it. Merry, who they loved, got the same treatment. But she didn't indulge herself as much as the new lord of the house.

An hour later, dinner finished. The girls escorted the two upstairs. Becky put a new emerald green silk robe on her lord. Suzanne tied a golden satin robe on her mistress. "Where did these come from girls. They look expensive."

"They are expensive lord. Joanne bough them for you. In thanks for permitting her to us Master PC on her clients."

"Girls can you excuse us for just a moment?" asked Merry.

The nymphs paused. "We have such a nice night planned."

"Oh. Don't worry. Just give us five minutes of privacy, then come right back. Okay?"

Since Mark did not object, they did as requested.

Merry turned and in an alarmed tone whispered, "You gave Joanne Master PC?"

"I didn't give it to her. She found it. She's just using it to help people in therapy. I commanded her to use it for good. It's okay."

"Mark, dearest, I thought you understood, commands to be good don't mean anything when a person is a bitch. And your mother, unless you want to spend a year re-programming her mind, is a bitch."

There, in his mother's bedroom, half-drunk, Mark spoke his first mean words to Merry. "I don't think I like the way you are talking about my mother."

Merry was sweet and nice but she was not naïve. She knew Mark wasn't insulted about his mother, he had called her worse, no he was insulted by the idea he had been fooled and his lover was correcting him. But she was programmed to be supportive.

"I'm sure it's a good thing if you say so, Mark. Girls, you can come back in now."

After the dressing, the girls led the two, Mark first, down the stairs. Three new women stood before the burning fireplace.

One was an exquisitely pretty young girl. She had long, straight blond hair with brown highlights. The fire behind her gave her hair a hellish glow. She was dressed in a simple white blouse, neckerchief and pleated, plaid skirt. She was slender, tall and had legs a dancer would envy.

Her head was tilted forward. Her eye blue eyes followed Mark's every step from under her bangs. Her breath was heavy, predatory, like a lioness on the veldt. Her slender shoulders rose and fell with each swell of her lungs.

Mark didn't know the girl's name but he knew he wanted her.

The second female was a woman. Her breast her big, her hips were full, and her waist was narrow. It was a goddess figure if there ever was one. This was the shape sailors dreamed of and wars got started over.

The woman was dressed in hose, garter, lace and a push up corset. Her black, curly hair flowed back from a heart shaped face. She did not hide her body. The woman's hands rested on her wide hips and her made tiny moves that made promises of heated passion and nights of rapture.

The third woman was a lady. She was in her early thirties, dressed in an elegant black and rhinestone cocktail dress and black, high heels. Her long red hair was elegantly coifed. Expensive amethysts decorated her lobes, nape and fingers.

She licked her scarlet lips and looked Mark up and down, sizing him up with gray eyes. Her tongue lolled inside her mouth and her red lips smiled in approval.

Naked, the York women stood beside their choices. Becky now stood beside the maiden, Kristin; Suzy beside her companion Margeux and Joanne beside the lady, Willa.

Joanne spoke for all. "We bring these presents to thee, lord, to show you how much we love you. We only want to serve you. With us you will have these women and many more. You will rule this town as you deserve, lord."

"Who are they?"

Joanne smiled. Her son was intrigued as she, and Freud, knew he'd be. "Then will introduce themselves, lord."

The maiden jumped quickly in, "I'm Kristin, lord. I am a virgin." She squirmed as she spoke, like she ached to have him take her clothes off. "All I ever wanted in life is for you to teach me the ways of being a woman. Please. Please." She begged.

Margeux stepped confidently forward. "Enough whining." She graced Mark with a lewd smile that made his dick twitch. "Virgins are so over-rated don't' you think. Lots of whining and giggling. Besides see anything you don't like." She swayed her hips as she slowly turned. Mark was hard now. "And I am fertile tonight. Make me pregnant lord, My husband will never know. I was born to share you bed."

The Lady stepped forward. "I am Willa Newton. I own the Triple-Y, the richest stud farm ranch in tree states. I thought I didn't need a man, but Joanne here showed me the error of my ways. Come live with me. You and your kin. After I take care of you, maybe you can take care of my four bitch daughters who could use a good fucking. All of it would be yours. Think of it. My, my ranch, my daughters all in one big pile of fucking? Besides, looking at the size of that pecker you got sticking out of that robe, a stud farm is where you belong, darlin'."

Joanne spoke up. "Which will it be, Mark?"

Mark couldn't believe it. These were three of the most beautiful, fuckable women he had ever seen. It was adolescents dream.

Merry spoke on Mark's ear. "You just go and be happy." She turned and walked upstairs. Mark was too transfixed by the wanton display of womanhood to even watch her go.

Joanne was worried. She didn't plan on Merry leaving. Suzy would take Margeux's place. Becky would play Kristin for the night. Joanne would supervise the orgy. She knew goody-goody Merry would never spoil the fun, but Mark still had some attachment to her. She could put a turd in the punchbowl yet. Too bad she was too busy orchestrating her son's corruption to do anything about it, right now.

Mark had his answer. "I'll take all three." He patted himself on the back for that brilliant stroke.

"Fine." Said Joanne. "Now tell these girls that they are forgiven."

"What?"

"We did this for you to show how sorry we are and to show you how much we love you. Tell us we are forgiven."

"You are forgiven." Mark opened his arms and the elves rushed in smothering him with kisses.

Joanne stepped in, "Girls, girls. Where are your manners? Our lord had said he wants these three. Let him at them."

"Oh you are so right, Joanne!"

"Such a good idea, Joanne!"

"Take me first!" panted Kristin.

"Sorry girl. He's taking the dark haired beauty here first, if he wants to get her pregnant that is. Besides I think you outta see how its done first."

"Well let's go." Willa got down to her slip.

Suzy and Becky slipped out to accomplish their mission. Joanne stripped naked and readied her dildo. Kristin sat and learned. Margeux swayed up to Mark and planted a deep, slow, long kiss on him.

Merry went home to her ex-husband. Too busy indulging his lust, Mark did not notice.

Mark grabbed both protruding ass cheeks and squeezed. He kissed down Margeux's neck. The rough lace and her smooth skin made for a delightful contrast. He shoved down the corset and her heavy Mediterranean boobs flopped out. Mark slobbered over their juicy goodness.

Fully enchanted by the Shidhe, Margeux bathed in rapture, every kiss sent pulses of pleasure through her brain. Her pussy was a flood. She could feel how hot and itchy it was, itchy for cock, Mark's cock. Her panties soaked through, they clung to her skin and abraded her pubes. The mucus slimed down her inner thighs, where it cooled. She had never known a woman's body could feel so much.

Her left hand circled around her mate's huge member. It was huge. It would make her pregnant, it had to. It, and she, felt so right. "Gonna make me pregnant, lover?" She pouted. Her pussy screamed for attention.

Mark said nothing. He simply spun her around and pushed her head down in preparation for the doggy style he liked to much.

"Whoa. Hold on there stud." Willa interjected. "You want to get this brood mare pregnant, missionary's the way to go."

Mark nodded. "Make it so." His dick stood at attention, angry, impatient.

"Help me with these pillows here, girl." Willa and Kristin prepared the mating couch, while Margeux peeled off her soaked panties.

She was about to get naked but Mark interrupted her. "No, leave them on." All three women smiled, all for different reasons.

Her nest ready, Margeux lay back. Willa directed the Virgin to catch Margeux's long , black, curly hair and spread it out like a halo behind the bride. Margeux lay her bottom on the cushions, squirmed into comfort, and spread her legs invitingly, bent her arms behind her head and stretched seductively beneath her man.

Mark knelt between her stocking-ed legs. Willa, unabashedly took his manhood between her thumb and forefinger and aimed towards Margeux's engorged, jet haired pussy. "Is this girl ever ready for you, stud." Mark slipped in easily.

Margeux arched her back. Her greatest dream was fulfilled, no, her second greatest dream. Her first greatest was to have this glorious-god like man get her with child. "Make me pregnant, my big man, Oh, soo big! Give me a big cocked son, like you. Put him inside me, please."

Using the Master PC power he had previously reserved for Merry, Mark did indeed mentally activate his super-sperm. Then he pumped away. This was perfect, her husband would raise him. He would never know it was Mark's child. As this woman thrashed beneath him, Mark thought about the Sunday paper and all those cute brides. He could fuck every one of them. Only the mother's would know it was Mark's baby inside their womb and secretly they would lust for another. Master PC would make it all possible. The thought of a whole town pregnant with his children sent him over the edge. He came buckets. The woman beneath him came too, powerfully.

She was still half-unconscious when Mark turned to the Virgin. Her eyes lit up when she discerned his intent.