The Elf Who Wants to Defeat Theorad (6)

The elf wasn't the only one having trouble.

Theorad was struggling to keep himself from ejaculating. After everything she had already done, and with intercourse now underway, merely enduring this long had required more restraint than he had imagined possible.

He tried to control his breathing and delay his climax.

The elf found that infuriating.

She was trying so hard, yet Theorad seemed determined not to give her the victory she wanted.

Then I have no choice.

Her remaining tactic would hurt, but she could think of no other way to force his surrender.

“M-Master…”

Breathing unevenly, she lowered herself farther.

She intended to take him completely inside her, however painful it proved.

Each small movement drew a pained sound from her, but she refused to stop. Her pride and her wish to defeat him drove her onward.

“Ah…”

It wasn't easy. Theorad was the only man with whom the elf had ever had intercourse, and she was still unaccustomed to the pain.

Yet she continued, slowly but steadily, until she had taken him to the base.

“Hah—!”

She leaned forward, trembling, and braced both hands against Theorad's chest.

Every small movement beneath her sent another shock through her body.

She was close to tears from the pain. At the same time, the fact that she had endured it brought a strange sense of accomplishment.

Theorad was affected as well. Their contact, and even the slight movements of her breathing, made it increasingly difficult for him to maintain control.

“M-Master… How is it?”

She tried to sound composed, although the hands resting on his chest were trembling.

“It's… all right.”

His voice sounded strained.

This is dangerous.

Any further movement might make him lose.

I have to keep her talking. As long as she doesn't move, perhaps I can endure.

He needed to hold the situation where it was, if only for another moment.

“Come to think of it, you seem heavier than before.”

“Me?”

“Yes. Have you been eating without telling me—”

“Master.”

She interrupted with an insolent smile.

“You seem to be having trouble.”

The words struck too close to the truth.

He hesitated, cold sweat gathering on his skin.

The elf moved cautiously against him.

“Then I suppose… I'm not the one in trouble…”

Theorad could no longer maintain his restraint.

Instinctively he seized her by the waist and held her down. She jolted in surprise.

He ejaculated inside her.

For a few moments neither of them spoke. The elf's breathing was ragged.

When Theorad regained his composure, he felt defeated.

I couldn't hold on…

This time he hadn't even taken what he believed was an aphrodisiac. Yet he'd lost control all the same.

The elf slowly lifted herself away from him.

She settled on her knees, separating herself from his body, and smiled as though the contest were over.

“Already? How amusing.”

She concealed how close she had been to reaching her own limit.

Theorad stared at her.

Then the thought came to him that he could not let matters end this way.

“Amusing? Me?”

He sat up abruptly and pushed her down onto the bed.

“Ah!”

Caught unprepared, the elf fell backward and looked up at him. His face was set with anger.

“Do you dare mock me? I am the Viscount of House Deharem, the seventh head of my family, a vassal of Count Pelgaroin! And you are supposed to be my slave.”

The roar frightened her.

The source of her fear was plain: he hadn't finished with the sexual encounter.

“You need to learn what it means to defy your master. I'll punish you until you remember your place.”

“M-Master…?”

She shook with uncertainty. He did not allow himself to attend to it.

In his mind, each of them had reached a climax once. The score stood at one apiece. If he allowed the encounter to end as a draw, he feared she would become more arrogant and unpredictable.

I have to win.

He could not bear to imagine what she might do if she believed he was unable to defeat her.

“Spread your legs.”

“Please… stop now…”

“I told you to open them.”

At his harsh command, the elf reluctantly obeyed.

Without pausing to ask again, Theorad forced penetration.

“—!”

She cried out in pain and shock.

When she had controlled the movement herself, she had gone slowly, carefully, enduring each painful inch. Now she had no control over the speed or force.

Theorad began thrusting without tenderness or regard for her distress.

He was raping her.

The elf's body reacted involuntarily even as pain overwhelmed her. That did not change her refusal.

She struggled to speak through the cries escaping her.

Theorad leaned over her and continued.

The elf trembled. An involuntary climax passed through her, leaving her frightened and humiliated rather than relieved.

No…

This wasn't what she had wanted. She had wanted to remain in control, not to be reduced to the role she had claimed to be playing.

She summoned what strength she had left and clutched Theorad's back.

“No, no, no…!”

She tried to scratch him, but it did nothing to make him stop.

Theorad ignored her repeated refusals and kept going.

She was crying now. “I… ngh… I w-was wrong…!” The broken plea came through her tears; her distress was unmistakable.

He did not listen.

Believing he was close to winning the contest, Theorad continued until he ejaculated a second time.

Only then did his movement cease.

The elf let out a weak sound, still holding his back. Exhaustion and defeat showed in her face.

After a moment her hands slipped away.

“Now… do you understand how insolent you've been…?”

Theorad was gasping almost as heavily as she was.

He withdrew and sat back, dizzy and spent.

I feel as though I'm dying…

Two ejaculations in such a short time had left him drained.

He told himself it had been worthwhile. He had won the contest, he thought, and perhaps the elf would finally acknowledge his authority.

Then she sat up.

Her face was streaked with tears.

“You did something strange to me…!”

The accusation caught him off guard.

“What are you talking about?”

She hiccuped before she could continue.

“The… the medicine…!”

“You mean the pills?”

She nodded.

“And hypnosis… the hypnosis, too…”

“Ah.”

He finally understood what she meant.

She believed he had won only because he'd given her pills that heightened desire and used a magical instrument to increase her sensitivity.

But the pills had been ordinary headache medicine.

And the swinging silver coin had never contained a trace of hypnotic magic.

Does she really believe all that?

He watched her carefully. There was no sign that she was pretending.

The elf drew a shaky breath and clenched her fists.

“Then… this is a draw. You used a spell…”

Her eyes dropped, as though even asking for a draw humiliated her.

Theorad opened his mouth to explain.

Then he closed it again.

He thought that telling her the truth would only deepen her despair.

He turned his face away and cleared his throat.

“Very well. As you say, I…”

Suppressing a laugh, he finished:

“…I suppose I did use witchcraft.”

For now, it seemed better to let her believe that.

He was certain he knew who had really won.