The Elf Who Wants to Defeat Theorad (5)

Theorad had no answer to the elf's desperate question.

All he'd done was follow the instructions Beynon had given him. He hadn't expected her to climax so soon.

I thought I'd have to keep going for another ten minutes…

It was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one to him.

Whatever the details of the contest, he believed he'd managed to defeat her.

“What's this? Are you protesting because your body gave you away?”

He clicked his tongue and withdrew his finger. Theorad looked at the moisture left on his hand, feeling a small, unearned sense of triumph.

The elf shifted uncomfortably, still recovering.

He did not look away.

Perhaps I have a talent for this after all.

He had little experience. Even counting their earlier encounters, he'd had sex only twice. Yet surely he couldn't have been entirely without skill if he'd caused such a reaction.

Maybe I could even surpass Beynon in talent, if not experience…

Theorad was taking the comparison seriously when the elf caught her breath and looked at him.

Her eyes were still full of tears, but the determination in them was unmistakable.

“Don't misunderstand.”

“…What?”

“Don't think you've won.”

Theorad frowned.

To him, their competition in bed was a contest of pride, with each attempting to overwhelm the other. How could she refuse to acknowledge a result?

He opened his mouth to object, then stopped.

These were not the eyes of someone who had accepted defeat. Even after what had happened, the elf was ready to fight for the initiative.

She'll keep resisting, even if it hurts her.

He couldn't underestimate such an opponent.

With what little practical experience he possessed, Theorad had to acknowledge the strength of her will.

“Then…”

The elf rose, turned away and hurriedly straightened her clothing.

Instead of dressing herself properly, however, she let her maid's uniform slip from her shoulders. The garment caught briefly before falling away, leaving her naked.

“From now on, it's my turn.”

She had reversed the challenge he'd used against her. He had asked her to indulge his request; now it was her turn to demand the same.

Theorad nodded reluctantly.

The elf pointed to the center of the mattress. Her fingers were still trembling from the aftermath of her climax.

“Lie down, Master.”

“…Very well.”

He lay on his back.

The elf climbed onto the bed and came nearer.

“You made me feel good…”

Her words were meant to sound menacing, but her unsteady voice betrayed how shaken she remained.

She cleared her throat and reached for Theorad's trousers, removing them.

“Now I'll make you feel good.”

To an observer it might have looked like a slave's strange attempt to serve her master. Theorad understood it as a threat to repay the humiliation she'd just suffered.

Does she think I'll be defeated so easily?

Theorad gave a disdainful smile.

“Go on, then. If you can.”

“I will.”

She removed his underclothes as well.

He was already erect. However much he tried to ignore desire, his body had reacted to their earlier contact.

Embarrassed, he turned his face away.

The elf covered her mouth with one hand and looked down at him as though suppressing a laugh.

“How cute. Did you get like this because you want me?”

“…It's a physiological reaction.”

“An excuse.”

“You were the one who just couldn't resist a physiological reaction. What right have you to—”

He stopped when she glared at him, biting her lip.

She looked less threatening than hurt. If he continued teasing her, she might cry again.

He relented.

“Fine. You can't blame me for reacting to the body of a creature as shameless as you.”

At last she brightened.

She leaned over him and pressed his penis between her breasts, watching his expression while moving against him.

“How does that feel?”

She was more composed now than she had been during their first encounter.

But Theorad refused to encourage her. He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow, murmuring something under his breath.

The elf listened.

The precepts of the God of Light?

He was reciting religious teachings, apparently trying to keep his thoughts under control.

It irritated her, though she supposed she should have expected resistance. Neither of them would willingly surrender the initiative.

“I'm so glad I can serve you, Master.”

Smiling, she bent and kissed the head of his penis.

His recitation faltered.

She continued with her mouth, first licking and then taking him between her lips. Her movements were still inexperienced, but she persisted, using her tongue as she had been instructed.

Theorad's breathing became uneven.

He gripped the bedding and pressed his other hand against his forehead. He clenched his teeth, trying to keep his voice steady.

But he couldn't wholly suppress his reactions.

His attempt to recite another commandment dissolved into a broken sound.

The elf lifted her head and drew a long breath.

Her expression settled into a victorious smile.

I've won.

She had stopped deliberately, not out of consideration for him.

Lerazie had told her that a man could be humiliated by reaching his climax almost immediately after penetration. The elf intended to make that happen while Theorad was already struggling to keep himself under control.

If she moved on top of him now, she believed he would finish within moments. He would have to admit defeat.

It should be easy.

She straightened.

Theorad lay beneath her, breathing hard with his eyes shut.

“Master… I'm going to make you feel even better now.”

She moved above his hips and took hold of his penis, guiding it toward her body.

At the last moment, she hesitated.

She had seen its size before. Knowing she would have to take it into herself was another matter.

It's going to hurt…

But she had come too far to abandon her plan.

If she delayed, Theorad might recover his self-control.

The elf lowered herself carefully until the tip entered her vagina.

She drew in a sharp breath.

It hurt, and she couldn't go farther without stopping.

For a moment she held still and gathered herself. Then she shifted her weight, allowing only a little more movement.

“Master… You don't have to hold back…”

She couldn't tell whether she was addressing him or reassuring herself.

Believing deeper penetration would be too difficult, she confined her movements to a shallow depth.

Her efforts were clumsy, but the contact still affected Theorad. He made quiet sounds and struggled to remain still.

That was not enough for the elf.

“You don't have to hold back…”

She moved more insistently, certain that he would soon lose control.

One minute passed. Then two. Then three.

Theorad still hadn't ejaculated.

Meanwhile, her own breathing quickened. The effort and the sensation were beginning to overwhelm her instead.

“M-Master…”

Her voice broke.

She had meant to force his surrender, yet it was her own body that kept reacting.

Frustrated, the elf bit her lip until tears sprang to her eyes.

When is he going to finish?

Her plan had seemed flawless.

Why was she the one struggling?