The sun had climbed high enough to pour real heat through the mansion's tall windows when Julius Edger finally left his bedroom.
His silk robe hung loose, chest still sticky with sweat and the scent of the two maids he had just finished using. He walked barefoot down the wide marble hallway, cock swinging half-hard between his legs barely covered with the robe. Servants spotted him coming and flattened themselves against the walls, eyes glued to the floor. He never even looked at them.
At the top of the narrow stone stairs that led down to the slave basement, two guards were changing shifts. The moment they saw the young master, they dropped to one knee, heads bowed low.
"My lord."
Julius lifted one hand, slow and bored. "The usual girls. The high-elf mother and daughter. Wash them, comb their hair, dress them in the white-and-blue noble gowns from the cedar chest. Then send them to my room. Tell them I'm waiting."
"Yes, my lord. Right away."
The older guard hurried down the stairs. The younger one stayed behind, face white. Every soul in the mansion knew exactly what "the usual girls" meant.
Down in the cold, damp basement the air smelled of old straw, sweat, and despair. Eon sat cross-legged in the darkest corner, legs folded, a tiny glass vial no longer than his thumb rolling between his fingers.
Verra knelt in front of him, silver hair loose over her shoulders, her daughter Loreth curled against her side like a frightened cat. Even after ten long years of chains and shame, both elves were still breathtaking. High elves aged so slowly that Verra, well over two hundred, looked barely thirty: full heavy breasts, tiny waist, wide hips built for babies, skin pale and perfect. Loreth, ninety-something, had the exact same timeless beauty: long slim legs, soft round ass, high proud breasts that sat firm and high. Mother and daughter could easily pass for sisters, maybe even twins in the right light.
Eon placed the little vial into Verra's hand and folded her fingers over it.
"When that bastard is distracted, break this against the bedpost, the floor, anywhere close to his face. The gas has no smell, no color. He'll breathe it in and never notice. After that, get the broken vial back with you if possible. No evidence should be left behind."
Verra's violet eyes stayed calm and steady. "Will it kill him?"
Eon's smile was slow, sharp, and cold. "Not yet. It will just give the bastard a taste of his own medicine. Trust me."
Loreth bit her lip, silver hair falling over her face, but she said nothing.
Minutes later the heavy basement door creaked open. The guard's rough voice echoed through the darkness.
"Verra. Loreth. Young master wants you upstairs. Move."
Verra slipped the tiny vial into a hidden seam inside the waist of her ragged dress, kissed her daughter's forehead, and started walking.
First stop was the maid quarters washing room. Two silent human maids were already waiting with steaming buckets of rose-scented water. They stripped the elves, scrubbed every inch of pale skin until it glowed, washed and combed their long silver hair until it fell like liquid moonlight. Then came the costumes from the locked cedar chest: noble-lady gowns of silk, exactly the style Countess Teressa wore to grand balls. The necklines plunged low, showing a lot of cleavage, the waists cinched tight, the skirts split high on both sides to show leg with every step. The fabric hugged Verra's heavy breasts and round motherly hips like it was painted on. On Loreth it looked sinful, the silk clinging to her young, firm curves, nipples already visible through the thin layers.
When the guards finally pushed open the double doors to Julius's private bedroom, the young master was waiting in the center of the room, completely naked, cock thick and heavy, already pointing straight at them.
He crossed the room in three long strides, grabbed Verra by the waist and crushed his mouth against hers. She opened for him without fight; she had learned long ago it only hurt more if she resisted. His hands were everywhere at once, ripping at the delicate silk, squeezing her full breasts until milk-white flesh spilled over his fingers, sliding down to grab handfuls of her ass and grind his leaking cock against the soft skin of her belly.
Loreth stood frozen just inside the door, cheeks burning red, until Julius snapped his fingers.
"You. Sit there and watch." He pointed at a velvet cushioned chair right beside the bed. "Don't move until I tell you."
Loreth obeyed, knees pressed tight together, hands folded in her lap, eyes huge.
Julius shoved Verra backward onto the massive queen-sized bed and climbed over her like a starving wolf. He tore the front of her gown open in one rough pull, buttons flying, fabric ripping, until her heavy breasts bounced free. He groaned deep in his throat and buried his face between them, sucking one fat pink nipple into his mouth hard enough to make her gasp, teeth scraping, tongue swirling. His other hand pinched and rolled the second nipple until it stood hard and aching.
"Look at you," he muttered against her wet skin, voice shaking with sick need. "So perfect. Exactly like her. I'm going to breed you, Mother. Fill this belly with my baby. Then your pretty little daughter too. Both of you walking around my house, tits swollen with milk, bellies round, so everyone knows you're mine."
His words were twisted and wrong, but Verra only moaned softly and parted her thighs when he shoved the ruined skirts up to her waist. She wore nothing underneath, never allowed. Julius growled at the sight of her bare, pink pussy already shining with wetness, lips slightly parted and ready. He dragged one finger through her folds, brought it to his mouth and sucked it clean.
"Already dripping for your son," he laughed, low and cruel.
He did not wait. He never waited.
One brutal thrust and he buried every inch inside her. Verra cried out, back arching off the bed, silver hair spilling across the pillows. Julius moved like crazy from the first stroke, hips slamming forward, balls slapping against her ass with every deep drive. The wide bed creaked and groaned, headboard banging against the wall in a steady rhythm. Each thrust shoved Verra up the sheets; he dragged her back down by the hips and pounded even harder.
Loreth sat in the chair, unable to look away, thighs rubbing together as heat built low in her belly. Her nipples pressed hard against the thin silk, aching.
Julius grabbed Verra's slender throat with one hand, forcing her to meet his wild eyes.
"Say it," he hissed between thrusts. "Tell me you want my seed."
Verra's voice came out breathy, practiced from too many nights like this. "Yes… fill me, my son… give me your baby…"
The word son broke something inside him. He fucked her harder, faster, headboard cracking against stone. His free hand slipped down between her bodies and found her swollen clit, rubbing rough circles until her walls clenched around him and she came with a broken cry, her pussy milking his cock in hot pulses.
While he was lost in the feeling, Verra moved fast. She had kept the tiny vial palmed the whole time. She brought her hand up, quick and smooth, and smashed it against the thick wooden bedpost right beside his head.
Crack.
A soft, almost silent hiss. Colorless, scentless gas burst out and vanished into the air. Julius breathed it deep, lungs filling, never noticing a thing. Verra let the broken glass fall from her fingers and kicked the shards under the pillow with one bare heel.
Julius never even slowed. He flipped Verra onto her stomach like a rag doll, yanked her hips up until she was on her knees, and slammed back inside from behind. Her heavy breasts swung with every thrust, nipples dragging across the sheets. He slapped her ass hard, once, twice, three times, watching pale skin bloom red.
"Gonna breed you every single day," he panted, fingers digging bruises into her hips. "You and your daughter both. Mother and daughter carrying my babies at the same time. Fuck, that's beautiful."
Verra moaned into the pillow, pushing her ass back against him, playing the part perfectly. The gas was already in his blood, in Loreth's too; she sat close enough to breathe the faint cloud, but neither elf showed anything.
Julius roared and came, burying himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed again and again, flooding Verra's womb with thick ropes of cum until it leaked out around him and ran down her thighs in sticky rivers. He stayed inside her a long moment, grinding slow, making sure every drop stayed deep.
Then he pulled out with a wet sound and fell onto his back, chest heaving, cock still rock-hard and shining with their juices.
"Loreth," he ordered, voice rough and satisfied. "Come here. Clean your mother's taste off me."
Loreth rose on shaky legs and crawled onto the bed. Julius tangled his fingers in her silver hair and guided her mouth down. Her soft lips wrapped around his thick, messy cock and she licked obediently, tongue swirling, sucking her mother's slick and his cum from every inch. He groaned, petting her head like a favored pet.
"Good girl. Just like Mother would do for her son."
When he was clean and shining only with her spit, he yanked Loreth up by the hair and kissed her hard, tongue pushing into her mouth, tasting everything. Then he rolled her onto her back, shoved her gown up to her neck, and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was pink and glistening, embarrassingly soaked from watching her mother get fucked.
Julius rubbed the fat head of his cock through her folds, teasing, then slid inside slow, inch by inch, watching her face the whole time. Loreth whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist. He started gentle, almost tender, then built speed until he was pounding her just as hard as Verra, bed shaking, headboard slamming.
Verra lay beside them now, watching with half-lidded eyes, cum still dripping from her swollen pussy onto the sheets. Julius reached out and dragged her into a messy three-way kiss while he thrust deep into her daughter.
"Both of you mine," he growled against Verra's lips. "Gonna keep you in this room, legs spread, bellies growing. Everyone will know the countess's son bred a pair of high-elf whores."
He pulled out of Loreth and flipped her onto her hands and knees right beside her mother. Two perfect elven asses side by side, silver hair spilling over bare backs. He took turns, five hard thrusts into Verra, five into Loreth, over and over until both elves were shaking and sobbing with forced pleasure.
He made Verra sit on Loreth's face, thighs spread wide, while he fucked the daughter from behind. Loreth's muffled moans vibrated against her mother's clit. Verra rocked her hips, riding her daughter's tongue, breasts bouncing, until she came again with a sharp cry.
Then he switched them, Loreth straddling her mother's face while Julius pounded Verra doggy-style, slapping her ass red, pulling her hair, making her beg in that soft broken voice he loved.
He laid them on their backs, legs tangled together, pussies almost touching. He slid into one, then the other, back and forth, rubbing both clits with his thumbs until mother and daughter came at the same moment, bodies arching, voices blending in the same high, desperate note.
He sat against the headboard and pulled Verra onto his lap facing away, impaling her on his cock so her ass bounced with every drop. Loreth knelt between their spread legs and licked, tongue flicking her mother's clit, sliding along Julius's shaft, lapping at his heavy balls whenever they swung close.
He came again, flooding Verra's mouth while Loreth held her mother's hair and watched the cum spill over swollen lips.
He came a third time deep inside Loreth while Verra kissed him and whispered filthy things in his ear about how full her daughter would look carrying his child.
He came a fourth time across both their bellies and breasts, painting them white, rubbing the sticky mess into their skin like claiming marks.
Hours passed. Sunlight crawled across the floor and climbed the walls. The room stank of sex, sweat, and rose oil. Sheets were ruined, gowns torn to rags.
Finally, Julius collapsed in the center of the wrecked bed, chest heaving, limbs heavy, every muscle used. The elves lay on either side of him, trembling, marked, dripping, silver hair tangled and wild.
"Out," he mumbled, waving one lazy hand. "Go. I'm done."
Verra and Loreth gathered the remains of their gowns around themselves and slipped from the room on shaky legs. Before leaving Verra made sure to take the broken vial from under the pillow. Guards looked the other way as they passed. No one ever stopped the young master's favorite toys.
They made it back to the basement unnoticed. The heavy door closed behind them with a soft thud.
Across the dim space, Verra met Eon's waiting eyes and gave one slow, clear nod.
Mission success.
Eon's smile was small, sharp, and very satisfied.
- - - - - - - -
Upstairs, Julius lay alone among the ruined sheets, body limp, satisfied, heavy with the kind of exhaustion that usually dragged him into deep, dreamless sleep within seconds.
But this time, something was wrong.
He rolled onto one side. Too hot. Rolled to the other. Too cold. The sheets stuck to his sweaty skin. His cock lay soft against his thigh, spent and happy, yet his mind raced like he had drunk ten cups of strong coffee.
He sat up, heart beating too fast. The room was quiet, and sunlight peeked from the closed curtains.
Sleep should have taken him by now. It always did after hours of fucking.
But his eyes stayed wide open.
- - - - - -
Down in the basement, Loreth curled against her mother's side, voice a whisper. "Eon… what was really in that vial?"
Eon leaned back against the cold stone wall, arms folded, voice calm and soft, with a smile trying to escape from his lips. "Just a little taste of his own medicine. Nothing more for tonight."
- - - - - - -
Upstairs, Julius punched the pillow hard, growling low in his throat. He lay back down, closed his eyes, counted slowly to a hundred.
Nothing. His thoughts spun louder.
Every memory of silver hair tangled in his fists, of soft elven skin under his mouth, of tight heat clenching around him played over and over, sharper, brighter, impossible to shut out.
- - - -
Downstairs, Eon closed his eyes and waited, patient as stone.
- - - - -
Upstairs, Julius sat bolt upright again, dragging both hands through his hair. His body screamed for rest, every muscle aching, but sleep danced just out of reach, teasing, cruel, gone.
He would not sleep tonight.
He would not sleep tomorrow night either.
And every night after that would be the same.
The potion had only just begun its work, as Eon intended it to.
Author: An additional chapter.
Chapter 13.5: What We Did
The heavy door closed with a thud. Verra and Loreth walked slow, holding the torn dresses against their bodies. Their legs still shook. The sweet rose smell from upstairs was already gone, replaced by the cold, wet air of the basement.
They reached the corner and sat down on the dirty straw. Loreth pulled her knees to her chest and looked at Eon.
"Eon," she whispered, voice small and cracked, "what was in that little bottle?"
Eon opened his tired eyes. He had been waiting. A weak smile came to his face.
"Payback," he said quietly. "I just gave him the same thing he gives everyone else. Only worse."
Loreth didn't understand. Verra looked away, biting her lip. She already knew.
Eon reached into his shirt and took out two tiny glass tubes. A soft silver liquid moved inside them.
"Drink this," giving one to each of them. "It's the cure. You breathed a little of the gas too, right? This will negate it."
Loreth stared at the tube in her shaking hand.
"Cure for what?"
Eon drank his own tube first. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall.
"So we can sleep," he said with his eyes closed, voice already heavy. "Without this, none of us would ever sleep again. And right now only three people have the cure. You, your mother, and me."
A second later he was gone, really asleep, breathing slow and deep. He had not slept for almost two days. He had stayed awake all night breaking bottles, trying again and again until the new potion finally worked.
Loreth turned to her mother.
"Mom… what did he do?"
Verra pulled Loreth into her arms. She was shaking a little too.
"Last night, after you slept, Eon woke me. He said he wanted to try making something new. A potion that takes sleep away forever. He said the person who breathes it will stay awake, always, no matter how tired they are. The body will beg for rest, but it will never come… unless Eon gives the cure."
Loreth's mouth fell open.
"Haha. I know, silly right? I also thought he was joking," Verra went on, voice breaking. "I laughed. I told him to stop being silly and go back to sleep. After all it should have been impossible, right?"
She looked at Eon sleeping so peacefully, like a child.
"When I woke up this morning he was still sitting here. Many broken bottles were around him. His eyes were red. His fingers were burned from the chemicals. He did it. He stayed up all night and made it real."
Loreth had a look of disbelief in her eyes.
"And Julius… he breathed it."Loreth finished her words.
Verra nodded. She held her daughter tighter.
"He will never sleep again. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Never. Not unless Eon wants him to."
Loreth hid her face against her mother's neck.
"Why?" she asked, voice muffled. "What is Eon going to do next? I'm scared." thinking the consequeses of what they have done made her a little afraid.
Verra kissed the top of her head, the way she did when Loreth was little.
"I don't know, baby," she whispered. "But for the first time in ten years, I feel hope is coming."
She rocked Loreth gently.
"Just trust him, okay? That's all we can do right now. Trust him."
Loreth sniffed, wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and nodded.
"Okay, Mom," she said in a tiny voice. "I will have trust in him."
Verra held Loreth close, both of them shaking in the dark, feeling a tiny spark of something they had almost forgotten: hope.
Upstairs, Julius lay soaked in cold sweat, staring at the painted ceiling while every muscle screamed for rest that refused to come. His eyes burned, his thoughts spun in sick circles, and for the first time in his life he understood what real helplessness felt like.
Down in the basement, the elf who had brewed his nightmare slept like a baby, chest rising and falling in perfect peace, while the young master's endless night had only just begun.
Author's Note: Behold, the cruelest revenge ever brewed, pure, unfiltered ANTI-SLEEP POTION.
Poor Julius will never close his eyes again; may the gods have mercy on his soul, because Eon sure as hell didn't.
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