Chapters Ysrii the Dalsur Epilogue
Please note, this story includes themes of violence, sadism, and abuse not shown on-screen in my previous works.
I laid on the changing table Jak had picked up the week before, face down on the padded top, feeling a sting on my ass.
“Sorry sorry.” His meaty fingers were picking and pulling the bandage over my stray brand. It had been nearly a month living with Jak, and the burn wasn’t hurting anymore to sit on, so I had asked him to take it off to get some air. He finally just ripped it off and I clenched my jaw. “Sorry.”
“Show me, please. I want to see it.” Jak looked at me quizzically before picking me up and heading to his bathroom. I just settled my cheek on his shoulder. I still wasn’t over just how good it felt to be held by him, it was nothing like the bite of leather when someone had grabbed my handle.
“You need a shave,” I said, looking at his jawline.
“So do you,” he eyed me playfully, his hand tickling at the tuft under where an arm should have been. He had one of those manly faces that didn’t really smile but just became mirthful and lighter.
“You know I used to shave myself.” I let him think about the mechanics of that for a second. “If you put a razor in my mouth maybe I could shave you too.”
Now he really chuckled, “Oh I don’t think that would turn out too well.”
Setting me down on the cold countertop facing away from the mirror, he carefully leaned me over so I could peek over my shoulder at my uneven buttocks, and there it was, an ugly red circle on my dusky skin, with an X in the center. It wasn’t unlike Alyal’s two runaway R’s stamped into her thigh, but this was different. This was my proof of freedom. Crossing a state border, getting healthcare, normal people things I knew nothing about; every time I would have to show them this mark on my ass to prove I shouldn’t be in the state dalsur registry.
We had tried to get in touch with Alyal, Jak sending a message to his contact still working in the Cellar, but we didn’t hear anything back and were told not to try again or else risk Yusso’s ire. I sometimes wondered what Yusso would do if he knew, but Jak was sure we were safe. He had made enough of an impression on his way out, and besides, he wasn’t running in the same crews anymore, he had an honest job now as a hospital orderly.
“Does it still hurt?”
“Not really, a little sensitive, but it will fade, just like the rest.”
He leaned into the counter and almost caught my junk against the edge, stopping as I winced. “I told you, we need to get you some underwear, some real clothes.”
Looking down at my soft cock twitching down there, so inconvenient having all that out in the open, but I shook my head, “Jak, dalsur don’t wear clothes, that’s human nonsense, even that awful harness was more than I could take.” I peeked back at the mirror again, looking at the pattern of rashes that were finally fading from a year of wearing that rough leather, following the lines to my neck, at the shaggy silver hair growing longer once again, and down to my shoulder, which I shrugged up and down, “You’re right, I do need to shave. It never used to come in this thick before.”
I was set on the toilet as Jak got the hint and drew a bath, pulling out one of his razors, “You’re not a slave anymore, Ysrii, you can wear what you like.”
This made me look down at my empty hips, twitching as I imagined moving my legs, and the bush that hugged my penis. “Maybe you’re right, but it wouldn’t feel natural.”
Jak picked me up and put me in the warm water, only a few inches deep in case I fell over, and pulled off his shirt so it wouldn’t get wet, as if I could splash him or something. He was so silly sometimes.
He began to wash me down with a washcloth and I sighed, contented, while watching this handsome man lather me up and pay every bit of his attention to me. Soon I began to grow hard, my cock awakening and standing proud off my hips in the tepid water, as it still did at the slightest provocation. The appraiser had been right, the effects were permanent so far. I wasn’t as sex-crazed as when eating the slelf and haska mix every morning, but I found myself always close, always ready, and morning wood was a certainty, which Jak hadn’t grown used to yet.
And sure enough, Jak avoided touching or looking at it, shaving my armpits and washing the stubble away. He went to shave below but grew apprehensive. He hadn’t touched me sexually since my rescue from that alleyway, from those men. Washing the urine and sweat off me that first night, when I had still been shaken and distraught, he had been a little shocked when I grew erect just from his touch, and I had been so embarrassed I just froze up. But for him to still be as apprehensive weeks later, after we had grown to know each other, after he had crafted a place in his home for me, after I had stained his shirt with tears for nights on end… I realized that for the first time in my life I had to take the lead.
“Jak, why do you think I’m here in your bath?” I asked softly, and he paused, puzzled.
“What do you mean?”
“You just said I’m not a slave anymore. I could be anywhere. You saved my life but you don’t owe anything to me, you’re not my owner, we decided not to do that.”
He thought for a second then took a cup of bathwater and poured it over my head as he had so many times before. He was avoiding my gaze, my good eye and bad too, as he got the shampoo. “You can’t take care of yourself, Yusso took everything from you…”
“Listen, I wouldn’t call this body he left me with a young girl’s dream, and I can only imagine how expensive and risky it would be to reverse what his potions did. You saw what I was when I walked in that first night, beautiful but just… naive. But this is me now, and you’ve been my arms and legs for weeks. I could ask you to take me down to the shelter or drive me to a stray commune in the countryside to live with other dalsur, and I know you would do it, cause you’re a good man.”
“I don’t want that.” He said before realizing his own honesty.
“I know.” I replied, “It’s not just duty or guilt or ownership when I fall asleep against your chest and feel you kiss my forehead.”
He stopped, and finally met my gaze, “I thought you were asleep…”
“I was. And I slept soundly and fully for the first time in a year, I felt safe with you, and not safe like property locked away in a lavish room up in the hills, safe like I felt for that one moment every night seeing someone who cared for me in that hole underground. I love you, Jak.” I held my breath.
“I love you too.” He said without a hitch.
Limbless as I was, I couldn’t hook my heel around his neck and pull his lips toward mine as I dearly wanted to, so I just said, bursting with newfound confidence, “Then touch me like you do!”
And in a heartbeat his lips were on mine, kissing this damaged elf and making her feel whole again. He wrapped one arm around my shoulders and another under my rear and cradled me, not even drying me off before picking me up and walking to the bed, falling in with me, making me giggle. His lips caressed my neck, my shoulders, and his hands explored all of me in affectionate ways I had never felt before as whoever’s fucktoy… except for my flagpole far below twitching in need. I knew he was straight, I knew he probably didn’t expect to make love with a girl like me; but after a year of being used every way imaginable and being the tool for others’ needs, I was finally ready to say what I needed, when he just… knew.
He flipped me and pulled my whip-scarred back against his broad chest and his hand cradled my cock firmly, stroking me up and down, favoring the underside and every now and then grazing the tip. I closed my eyes and moaned, remembering that I didn’t have to hold on anymore, to submit wasn’t a failure. I gazed down at the straining, tenting against his pants… oh I would get to that later, I was trained well. I moaned out, “I was… ah… hoping you would know what to do with this thing.” He was a man, of course he knew how to pull one off.
His other hand massaged where my tit used to be, only a slight mound left, it was as if he knew it was still just as tender as it used to be, pinching my nipples just a bit, his hot breath coursing over my neck. I could tell how much he was enjoying this. I bucked my tiny body in his arms as I came hard, a sudden spurt of cum overflowing onto his hand. After a moment I looked back, my ear almost poking his eye out because it was my hazy side, we laughed and kissed, and then I asked him to undo his belt and use me well.