My Servant Is An Elf Knight From Another World

I didn't think I even recalled ever saying yes on her offer, and if I did, it probably must have gotten lost somewhere through a shivering gasp, or a soft moan choked by pleasure, but nevertheless, it seemed that Irene was able to easily grasp what my every sound meant… spoken or otherwise.

The mattress sank and lightly trembled with the weight of her movement. I never once tore my gaze away from her, I just wanted to keep seeing all of her, I didn't even dare blink and have that single minuscule moment go to complete waste.

That's just how much I was spellbound… and God forbid I ever snap out of it. I wanted to stay captivated, to be kept reeling at the view of her raven-black hair spilling over onto the satin white of the bedsheets, and the delicious way she swayed her wide alluring hips, rocking them from side to side, back and forth… 

She did that on purpose, folding her voluptuous thighs, arching her back upright - the glimmer of the moon serving as her spotlight - deliberately accentuating the luscious shape of her body, sticking her large breasts out towards me, flexing her lean, flat stomach forward, allowing my eyes to feast and savor even more of her.

I could feel myself swell even more inside her slender fingers, and the pressure was practically unbearable, agonizing, made all the more debilitating by her continuous stroking.

Much, much better… so fast, felt so better… Irene learns… frighteningly quickly… or maybe it was just basic instinct for her. 

She learned to gently knead the head of my penis by rotating her palm as she ran her fingers across the shaft up and down, and now on top of those already intense sensations, now… there was another to add to the list - the heat of her heavy breath grazing me at the tip. 

I watched as she slowly drew her face closer to my dick. The pressure, as I saw her getting closer, was surging again. It seriously felt like it was on fire, blazing with a fury that could only be extinguished by her soft lips. 

"Have you… done…?" I gulped the air, somehow nearly choking on it in the process. "Do you know what to do…?" 

"I've watched, I've… also read…" She timidly replied back, sounding embarrassed having to admit it, and yet, all the same, wanting to anyway. "I've dreamt of it too…" 

I felt my lips curl into a smirk. "On me?"

"On you..." She nodded, smiling back, her glowing scarlet eyes staring tenderly at me from behind my stiff pulsating member. "It's always you…" 

There was no hesitation afterward. She parted her lips, swallowing me whole with one swift dive down to the base. I was only spared a few fleeting moments to watch myself disappear into her wide-open lips before I was rendered blind completely. 

I always wondered how it would feel. Beneath the thick covers of my blanket, relieving myself with the door locked. I would try to imagine the experience, doing my best to replicate it myself… and all that time, I thought I had a somewhat vague idea of the feeling it'd elicit. 

But as it turns out, I never once had a fucking clue.

This, I could never imagine this… I could never imagine… this dampness, this warmth, enveloping me so deeply… the curve of her lips, molding itself to my shape, clinging onto me so tightly, I couldn't…. I… I can't…

And she hasn't even moved an inch yet…

"I...Irene…!" I heard myself gasp, felt my back arching involuntarily. "That's… y-you should… o-oh fuck…!" 

She was moving now, rising now… I felt her lip muscles contracting as she did too, trying to pull me up along with her. Her cheeks were puckered in, her eyelids firmly shut, then once she reached my glands that's when she finally put that tongue of hers to perfect use - swiveling, winding - exploring every inch of me without restraint. 

For a long while, she went at it - sucking me off and getting better with every passing second, the atmospheric silence occasionally disrupted by moans and whimpers from us that we'd fail to stifle, and the sound of her lips, squelching, sloshing… getting faster and growing louder. 

Her hands weren't satisfied with simply staying put either, when she could, and oftentimes would, she continued to stroke me more, or otherwise she'd touch me elsewhere - rubbing her palms all over my stomach, or lightly fondling my scrotum - it didn't matter to her so long as she was indulging the most she could of me. 

Deeper and deeper I could feel her reaching, consuming me completely. I felt myself hitting the back of her throat, and through a daze, I saw the struggle showing on her face, the painful winces she was making, and the quick twitches of her brows.

"You can… stop…" I managed to sputter out. "You don't have to… ugh…!"

She didn't stop, she outright, downright refused to. Irene was completely determined to milk me dry, doubling down in pace, in force, - going even faster, sucking even harder, and her moans even louder.

My groans were her cue, growing more fervent, sounding more frantic, until I was struggling to even speak. 

"Irene, I'm… I'm close… I'm gonna…!" 

Spit was dribbling from the side of my lips. The pressure was mounting, building, escalating until it finally burst - the climatic feeling exploding within me as I ejaculated inside her mouth. 

It just kept gushing, more and more just kept spurting out of me and into her, but the more I came, the tighter she seemed to clamp down onto me. Irene didn't make a peep, she stayed frozen stiff in place until my breathing gradually settled… and the last drop of my cum finally trickled out.

With a loud pop letting go, she sat herself upright on the bed once again, a hand cupping her lips, as she raised a strained gaze towards me. After a moment, I saw the muscles in her throat contract… and she swallowed.

I silently watched the slow rise and fall of her bare chest, I thought she needed a moment or two to get her bearings… I didn't think she'd approve of the lack of warning on my part… and any moment I was expecting her gaze to turn into a scowl, that was until her hand fell away, and I saw her lick her lips, genuine satisfaction a ripple across her expression. 

Irene batted lecherous eyes at me, that single fleeting glance letting me know that my pleasure was her pleasure. "Dreams really do come true, don't they?" 

Something about her felt different, and there wasn't any need to guess what. It was the sudden boldness, a fiery fervor aflame in her eyes that I was seeing. When compared to how she looked and how spoke a mere ten minutes ago, it was as if she was a totally different person now. 

She shook loose the rest of her bathrobe and tossed it off to the wayside, disappearing in an instant over the edge of the bed. Completely bare now, she plummeted herself forward over and above me, hovering within inches, with her breasts hanging and swaying loosely before my very eyes.

"So what's next?" came the sensual whisper through her curved lips, as she seductively trailed a single finger across my chest. 

It was then I noticed that there was more red to her than just the usual blush in her cheeks, or even the stark crimson in her gaze. Her neck was no longer its usual pale white color, it was red… as was her shoulders, all the way down to her elbows.

She also smelled stronger now. 

Just like she did all the way back then.

"You're changing color again," I pointed out. "Is that… is that alright?"

For a moment, she lost the erotic look in her eyes as she glanced down at herself, seeing as more of her skin gradually lose its normal shade of color… but then again, it was never its natural shade in the first place, was it?

She flashed a meek smile, and took my hand in hers - pulling it, guiding it, pressing it firmly against one of her breasts just as it too was consumed with the same bright scarlet tinge.

Instantly, I was rock hard again.

"You don't like it?" She asked, her tone with a little sliver of apprehension. 

Honestly… I think I like her in red better.

In response, I held her on the waist, and with a spin left, shifted myself above her once again, leaning my head into her neck, nuzzling it, sniffing it, allowing myself to be taken by her smell. 

"It's red," I said, then planted a long hard kiss across her lips. "It's you." 

I felt another smile form on her lips as we continued to kiss, and with a breath hot and heavy , she muttered. "Good answer…" 

From the slightest touch, she shivered. Gasping again, from the feel of my lips against her collarbone. From below, I felt her long slender legs come apart, and instinctively I let my hips gravitate closer towards her own.

It was time. I wanted her now. And I knew she did too, even more so than I, probably.

But then…

"Not yet," She spoke in another whisper, closing her legs shut. "You're forgetting something…" 

I drew away from her, only to her staring back at me with a smile so sly. 

"Just one moment," She said again, sitting up on the bed. "I'll get you what you need."