[F4A] The Elven College "Relationship" Counselor
As the Dean had described it, this was a perfectly normal position for institutions such as Avingham University which boasted such a diverse body of students, faculty and staff. Someone dedicated to helping in interpersonal matters and greasing the wheels of a vibrant culture on campus.
It never got less vague, not even in the offer letter, but the pay was substantially higher after transferring from the elf-only Solheim. It’s certainly taken some getting used to the… looseness of it all, lacking all of rigidity of elven hierarchy and social life, but the year started slow. All the better to ease in, at least, but I had expected some more work on my plate.
At the age of 33 I don’t feel out of touch so to speak, yet the handful of conversations I’ve had thus far are all so dry and clinical. Questions about courses or resources, overflow from counselors in other areas, things that wrap up in a handful of minutes.
With a sigh I shift in my seat, though, and await my first and only visitor of the day.
…
“Ghf~” My lips were clasped around a throbbing shaft, all the way at its base, a tuft of pubic hair tickling at my cheeks.
“R-Right there~” The pulsing starts and my eyes go wide behind my glasses, feel a warmth spraying down my throat. My nails grab at their thighs and close, for the first time becoming aware of their hand holding me in place.
W-Was this really alright?
As the orgasm subsides and they sink in their seat I think back. Questions about dating and making friends on campus, same idle remarks made about my own appearance, and a suggestion of how to boost their confidence. A deeply held fantasy about an elf such as myself. Assurances that this was entirely normal outside of the closed off, prudish elven society. Plenty of counselors like myself help in these ways, my predecessor being one of them.
“Mm—“ I half groan as they pull their softening shaft from my throat and I finally lift my head free, swallowing down what’s left of their load. They rise to their feet in a hurry, putting their cock away and grabbing their bag and heading out.
“Thanks, Ms. Faelwyn.” He calls back, myself still stunned and on my knees in front of the chair as the door swings closed. I did feel rather accomplished, as it happened.
But to my surprise by the next morning I see far more bookings filling out the rest of my calendar.
This is the job, then?
Hello! Faelwyn is an elf who only wants to help but will find herself with a progressively widening set of duties as she learned what it means to be a ‘relationship counselor’ at Avingham. In essence: An outlet for sexual desires and fantasies whose unwritten yet highly implied job it is to oblige!
Seeing as this is a modern fantasy setting, all manner of fantasy races are on the table as are anthros and the like. Do come with an idea in mind and tell me as much as you can about them! All races and genders are welcome.
As for Faelwyn herself, she’s 33 as mentioned, 5’3” with a fairly petite frame and pale white skin. She has round-framed glasses and bright blue eyes along with blonde hair cut in a cute bob. Her breasts are hefty D-cups, her hips wide-set and paired with a plump, bubbly booty, and her ‘innie’ pussy has a trimmed blonde bush atop it. Her nails, fingers and toes, are painted a blush pink, and she typically wears a handful of gold rings and a pair of dangling gold earrings.
But beyond merely physical description I’m interested in characters with specific desires or scenarios where Faelwyn’s help might be needed! From more straightforward fantasies to deep explorations of kink. I’ve a strong preference for those looking to push this elf’s boundaries or otherwise surprise her with the depths of their desires. Whether it be an impromptu tryst in her office or an elaborate plan it could be fun to explore.
Where kinks are concerned, some of my favorites include: being submissive, rough sex, clothed sex, hair pulling, condoms, condom-filling, condom removal, bareback, creampies, cunnilingus, long sloppy blowjobs, ball worship, creaming, squirting, lots of cum, facials, fantasy races, monsters, anthros, strap-ons, toys, strap-ons, outfit control, forced nudity, breast play, nipple teasing, rimming, age gaps (in either direction), size difference (in either direction), hairy partners, breeding talk, impreg risk, pregnancy, exotic cocks, dub-con, foot play, toe sucking, outercourse, anal training, double penetration, gangbangs, forced nudity, humiliation, degradation, teasing, FxF, sweat, musk, fantasy race play (specifically talking down to elves), cheating, cuckoldry, and more!
As for a few ideas which could be fun…
An Orc with an ‘objectification problem with elves’, as their file reads. I don’t think our one-on-one time is helping. Faelwyn always seems to end up sore.
A bookish half-elf girl evidently too shy for dating, yet clearly enjoys ‘showing off’ her toy collection to me in the ‘house-calls’ I make to her dorm. Especially the vibes…
The older dwarven Dean getting his cock orally attended to over the course of my hour long ‘performance review’ just before classes end for the Winter. Sitting back in my chair as I learn what the underside of my own desk looks like.
A rutting canine who arrives without an appointment, peeling off Faelwyn’s pantyhose and grinding his swollen cock against her folds just until she acquiesces to let him sink inside. Hopefully he remembered enough condoms!
Are you an aspiring cuck with a bull lined up and just in need of a woman to hand over to him? I suppose I can be of assistance…
And whatever else you have in mind!
If this sounds intersesting, please shoot me a message with the character you envision for yourself and the scenario you had in mind.
Limits: low effort messages, toilet play, blood, vore, etc., and romance.