My Servant Is An Elf Knight From Another World

What happens after...

To consider it, to think about it, especially in a time so pivotal… of course, who else would have been so thorough in thought but her? Me, I was just going through the motions, living in the moment - I didn't think to think, not at all.

I knew not to.

Unlike her.

Maybe she shouldn't either. 

"After..." I whispered back, suddenly finding myself hopelessly lost deep within her gaze, and the way the dim moonlight softly lit the hazel of her eyes to a mesmerizing glimmer, and just like everything else about her, from the way her breath blew warm past her quivering plump lips, to the single thin strand of stray hair resting curled all the way across the tip of her nose, there was a little a man could hope to try and resist it all. 

And perhaps the most baffling thing I've realized about all of this was that she was seemingly none the wiser to the profound effects she was having on me. I think, while sinking deeper and deeper into her bottomless ocean of unease, she forgot just how bad I was struggling.

To keep my hands pinned against hers, and not do anymore. To stare at her, so vulnerable, lying unmoving beneath me so utterly unresistingly irresistible, and not do anymore. Did she think this was easy for me? 

It wasn't.

She wasn't easy.

"Between us, what happens between us after?" Her eyes closed once, then opened again. I saw the effort, the willpower she required to even say those words, and even then, they left her as a whimper. "Aren't you… scared?"

Irene was thinking again, hesitating again. Asking those questions that'll only lead to more disconcerting questions. Don't do that, Irene. Don't think.

"Aren't you?" She asked again.

Don't hesitate.

I gave her a gentle reminder. An answer that went beyond words. I lowered my head further inwards, submerging myself deep into her thick beguiling aroma. I smelt her, felt her, and before she could begin protesting any further, I stifled her lips silent, kissing her gently. 

There. She wasn't resisting. My hold on her wrists had slackened, and still she wasn't even trying to push me away even after the fact. She already knew her answer deep down inside… and she gently kissed me back, letting me know that she did.

Still, Irene wasn't one for backing down easy. When I pulled away from her - a quiet pucker resounding as our lips broke apart - when I sought for fresh air so desperately needed then, I heard her voice once more.

"Didn't…" I heard her breath falter, and saw her eyelids slowly flutter back open, unveiling a shade of stark red gradually consuming whole the browns of her eyes. "Didn't you... hear me?"

"No, I heard you," I said, kissing her lightly on the lips again. "But after can wait." 

And that was all she needed to hear. The last of her defenses had withered away, and she finally gave herself into the moment. What happens after stopped mattering anymore. It was only the now, it was only this moment, and it was only us that mattered. 

Us right here, us right now.

It took a while, it took me pressing hard again against her lips before she eventually allowed herself to crave for more. 

Somewhere in the midst of me placing my hands on her hips, and her gasping frantically between smacks - she had her hands wildly flailing about, desperate to touch, desperate to feel, and she felt - her fingertips, seizing, burying themselves deep into my face, using that hold to hoist herself upright on the bed without having us break apart for even a single second.

The effort alone had stripped her of her bathrobes even more, falling off of her shoulders and stopping short just draped over her elbows - exposing her breasts, her beautiful, perfectly round, perfectly full breasts. 

I remembered glancing down at them, how dangerously hypnotic the sight of them was glistening in the pale moonlight, the way they bounced so lightly with the every slight sway she made with her body, and how her perked nipples occasionally brushed against my open chest. 

Irene must have noticed where my gaze had wandered off to, for this time it was she that drew away from the kiss, delicately grazing her wet lips lightly across my skin, and latching them onto my neck… sending my body convulsing with an almost immobilizing shiver down my spine.

"Touch them," She whispered into my ear, her soft voice dripping extensively with the tone of desire. "I want you… to touch them." 

I didn't need telling twice. Engulfed so thickly in her scent, in the same melody of desire, I would have done so anyway without being told, but the fact that she herself had personally requested that I do so had my hands reaching out towards her all the more eager.

The sensation I felt submerging both of my palms deep into her soft mounds was something I knew at once I'll never, ever take for granted. Hearing her moan, seeing the raw pleasure take form through her gaping lips and her arching brows as I squeezed and stroked her, in turn, amplified my own unbridled lust. 

On almost animalistic instinct, I lunged myself forward at her, taking one of her erect nipples into my mouth. She loudly gasped, in pleasure, in shock, I didn't know which, but as I began to suckle onto her tit, it was made all the more apparent which was which - and through a series of intensifying moans she continued to vocalize her pleasure. 

My tongue sloshed and swivelled, and prying myself loose became an almost impossible prospect, in part due to the fact that Irene now had her arms wrapped tightly around my head, locking it in place.

In the euphoria, I forced us back onto the mattress. So overcome with an unquenchable thirst for more as I pushed us up further onto the bed, dragging the sheets along with and burning my knees against the soft fabric.

But I hardly noticed anyway, too busy, too focused being unfocused, nibbling on her nipple, squeezing the other, biting, pressing hard and - 

"Ow!" 

Irene immediately unfastened her hold onto me. She gave a painful hiss, and I stopped at once, staring up at her, and the visible grimace in her expression. It was there for but a split second before it was gone. 

Seeing her in pain brought me back to my senses, and I lifted myself up from her bosom, hovering myself inches above her body. 

"It's okay!" She spoke at once upon seeing me distance myself away from her. "I'm okay! It's just… don't bite them too hard next time. It hurts…" 

"I'm sorry," I said, swallowing back the saliva that had accumulated in my mouth. It only just occurred to me how utterly inexperienced I was when it came to… when it came to all of this. So far I've just been relying on what I've seen, what I've heard, and what I've thought. But in truth, simply, "I… I didn't know..." 

A faint smile was on her face, and her gaze still retained that sharp red gleam of enticement. "Neither did I," she said, then undeterred, tugged hard at the string of my robes, letting them come undone. 

"I… I think it's my turn now…" gently, her hands laid me to rest beside her, and she turned sideways, facing me, the burning red of her cheeks matching the shade of her flustered gaze. "Can I… Can I touch you?" 

I suppose we'll just have to learn one another from each other, don't we? Bit by bit…

I nodded, swallowed. "If you want to…" 

It was a nerve-wracking experience for all the right reasons. I made sure to keep myself deep into her stare, just as she was to mine, as she wordlessly glided her fingers down my chest, the sensual sensation of her fingertips against my bare skin only got stronger and stronger the lower she went with the feeling reaching a breaking point once she reached her desired destination.

She felt me, and I felt her. I was getting stiffer down there at her slightest, and she blushed even redder. Slowly, she wrapped her hand around my penis, and began to stroke.

"It's… it's hot…" She stammered, her hot breath breezing past my face. "It's… very hot…" 

I barely heard her. I was… overpowered. The sensation, the experience, it was all so strange, all so brand new, and oh, so good. I just… even as she fumbled, even as she cluelessly stroked, I was being drifted away into a world of indescribable pleasure.

Now it was me with my breathing unsteady… the one with his eyes firmly clamped shut, the one with his hand tight around her wrist, refusing to have her let go. 

I won't let her go, she shouldn't. The feeling was too good, she was too good, and I think she knew it too.

Because the next thing I knew, past the deafening ecstasy, I heard her speak again. 

"Should I…. use my mouth too?"