Chapter 743: Will I get pregnant after this? *

As she clung to him, her face buried in the crook of his neck, he stopped thrusting for a moment.

He reached down, his large hands finding and cupping each of her petite ass cheeks. They filled his palms perfectly, soft and firm.

In one smooth motion, he switched positions, sitting back on his heels and pulling her with him until he was sitting upright, his shaft still buried deep inside her.

The new position brought them face-to-face. She pulled her arms from around his neck until only her fingertips rested on his shoulders for balance.

His strong hands remained firmly under her rear, holding her aloft. Her small chest pressed flat against his, her hardened nipples brushing his skin with each shallow breath she took.

Her gaze was clouded with pleasure; the tears had stopped, but her expression was one of deep, profound reverence... as if the entire universe had narrowed to the space between them, to his eyes, to the feeling of being joined.

Using the secure hold he had on her plush little ass, he lifted her up. His shaft drew out of her slick channel with a lewd, wet sound, halfway into the open air. Then he lowered her, guiding her descent, letting gravity and his own guidance sink her back down onto him.

"Ahh...!" she gasped, a sharp, breathy exhalation as she was filled again. Her head snapped back, the line of her throat elegant and exposed.

He repeated the motion. Lifted her, a trembling bundle of nerves and soft flesh, then dropped her back down onto his waiting shaft.

"Unh...!" she whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

He set a steady, gentle rhythm like this, using his hands to control the pace and depth. Her petite body was fully impaled on his broad shaft, her own weight and his guidance doing the work.

Each upward lift drew a shuddering gasp; each downward plunge earned a soft, broken moan.

Her breasts rubbed against his chest with the motion, her forehead coming to rest against his as she panted, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration, surrendering completely to the sensation and to his control.

He continued the tender, rhythmic motion, lifting her and lowering her onto his shaft, each descent a little deeper, and a little more confident as her body fully acclimated to him.

Between the soft, wet sounds of their union, he would lean in and capture her lips in a sweet kiss, swallowing her little gasps and whimpers.

His hands kneaded her soft rear, not with bruising force, but with a possessive gentleness that made her feel cherished.

"You feel so good, Isolde," he murmured against her lips...

Her only responses were breathy moans and the tightening of her arms around his neck. The initial pain was a distant memory, replaced by a building heat in her core that felt both foreign and achingly right.

The slow, deep friction of him moving inside her was stoking a fire she hadn’t known she possessed.

The pace remained gentle, but the intensity grew. Her whimpers turned into full-throated moans. Her inner walls began to flutter and clench around him erratically, a telltale sign he recognized.

"Elion... I... I feel..." she panted, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and desperate need. "Something’s... something’s coming again..."

"Let it come," he urged, holding her tighter, as his thrusts became slightly quicker, guiding her toward the peak. "I’ve got you. Just let go."

With a sharp, broken cry, she did. Her body seized around him, her back arching violently as a powerful orgasm ripped through her.

"AHHHHH~! IT’S COMING!" she screamed, her vision whiting out as her pussy convulsed in rhythmic, milking pulses around his buried length.

The sensation of her climax, so intense and pure, was the final trigger for his own restraint. With a guttural groan that tore from his chest...

"Ngh! Fuck... Isolde!"

He allowed the release he’d been holding back to erupt. Hot, thick jets of his semen painted the deepest part of her womb, a scalding flood that made her shudder and cry out again, oversensitive and overwhelmed.

For a long time afterward, they simply stayed like that. Sitting together, joined, with Isolde’s body gone completely limp against his, her head lolling on his shoulder.

They breathed heavily in unison, a thin sheen of sweat coating both their skin. She was. exhausted, which was reasonable given the sheer number of times she’d orgasmed already.

He wasn’t going to push her any further today.

As she rested against his chest, her breathing finally slowing, she suddenly pulled back in a small panic.

She looked down between their bodies, to where they were still intimately connected, and placed a trembling hand on her lower stomach, feeling the warm fullness in her belly. When she looked up at him, her eyes were wide with fear.

"Will... will I get pregnant after this?" she asked, her voice small and scared.

Elion smiled, understanding her fears all too well. Not everyone would want a child so young, especially an aspiring mage like Isolde with her whole life ahead of her.

He shook his head gently.

"No. I have a birth control ability. It’s active, so you’re safe."

A wave of profound relief washed over her features. She let out a long, shaky breath, closed her eyes, and settled back against his chest, nestling into him as if she belonged there.

After a moment of peaceful quiet, she began to hum a soft, wordless tune... a lilting elven melody from her childhood.

When the hum faded, she whispered, so softly he almost didn’t hear it, "I love you..."

The words, spoken in her post-coital vulnerability, brought a tender, heart-aching smile to his face. He pulled her into a gentle embrace, resting his chin on top of her head.

Here he was, trying to be considerate, trying to let her rest... and yet, her every innocent, adorable reaction... the relieved sigh, the trusting hum, the whispered confession... only made his shaft, still nestled within her warm, slick channel, give a distinct, interested throb, beginning to harden and swell once more against her sensitive inner walls.

He didn’t have the heart to disturb her peace. With a conscious effort of will, he forced his reawakening arousal to subside, letting his shaft soften and go limp within her warm, tight embrace.

She seemed perfectly content to stay connected to him like this, so he made no move to pull out.

Her soft humming continued, a peaceful soundtrack to the moment. She wore a bright, serene smile as Elion gently stroked her hair, his large hand a comforting weight.

It would have been an odd, intimate sight for any onlooker: Elion’s towering form sitting upright, cradling the petite, naked elf in his lap, both of them joined.

Eventually, her soft humming faded into silence.

When he glanced down at her face, turned to the side against his chest, he saw her eyes were closed. Her breathing had evened out into a slow, deep rhythm.

She was falling asleep.

He almost laughed aloud, a bubble of warmth rising in his chest.

’How was she able to sleep in this situation, with my cock still inside her?’ The thought was both baffling and deeply touching.