Jimmy was still dazed at the incredible sexual experience he had just undegone, as much as he was dazed by the adoring violet-eyed elf-girl with the penis whom he had just had the experience with.
"Wh-what now?" he asked inanely, still atop her, his cock still trapped in her asshole.
She looked over her shoulder at him, her face smudged with dirt. "I'm yours," she said, sticking to her original plan, "You won me in battle, and claimed me. Now you take me home, feed me, and hump me any way you want." She wriggled enticingly under him.
Jimmy jumped up and stepped back. "Take you home?! How am I going to explain this to my mom?! 'This is Angel, Mom, she's an elf. She's going to be living with us.' She'll freak!"
She jumped up and threw her arms around him, sobbing very convincingly. "Oh, please, Sir Jimmy, save me! Evil men held me prisoner, and they'll come for me and torture me! You must protect me! Please!"
Jimmy, being an old-fashioned romantic, and with his naked lover embracing him and sobbing, quickly gave in. "Well, I suppose ... we have a storm cellar in the basement. Used to be a bomb shelter - Granpa built it way back when - Mom never goes near it. I suppose you could hide there."
Angel squealed and bounced, rubbing against him. "Oh thank you, Sir Jimmy! You'll see - I'll be the best concubine you ever had!"
Actually, Angel didn't find this too unappealing. While she had spent most of her thirty-seven years of her life as a rough-and-tough very heterosexual very dominant male, the prospect of being a junior-high boy's cum-sponge appealed to her. Somehow, she found herself questioning if even being conditioned by a solid year of twice-daily bisexual rapes during her delirium could explain how nice the idea sounded.
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