The Elf I Want to Be in a Relationship With (5)

“What nonsense…”

Who liked whom? Theorad could scarcely believe what he'd heard.

Who could possibly love a woman who treated people like toys and tried to force them into sex? Perhaps other men could be bewitched by her pretty face, but he had no intention of joining them.

“Who could ever love a bitch like you?”

For once, playing the role of a master who heaped abuse on his elf had its advantages. There was more than a little sincerity behind his words.

The elf's eyes wavered. Only for an instant; she quickly lowered her head and regained control of her expression.

Then I'll make you like it.

Theorad might be stubborn, but surely he couldn't disregard the pleasure of his first sexual experience. Winning over an inexperienced virgin should be simple enough. The elf possessed an immense store of intimate knowledge and techniques.

She had never put any of it into practice, of course. But she'd seen and heard more than enough. If knowledge counted as experience, the man before her was hardly more than a child.

Confident in her advantage, she raised herself and ran her tongue over his erect penis.

“…!”

Theorad's face remained still. His body did not. The elf saw his involuntary tremor and took it as confirmation that her approach was working. Holding him with one hand, she licked slowly from the base to the tip and back again.

Her tongue moved along him while she knelt in service before the man she called Master. It was a posture of abasement, made stranger by the certainty that she was the one in control.

“Haa… mm…”

Each time she drew near, she caught his scent. She disliked it intensely. Yet she made herself continue, adopting the devoted manner of a slave eager to please.

Ordinarily Theorad might have endured such an exhibition. Now, with the aphrodisiac working in his blood, even that was difficult.

But this was only the beginning. If he yielded the initiative here, he feared he would spend the rest of his life accommodating the elf's every whim. He needed the upper hand even in bed. He had to prove himself an invincible master, someone useful enough to be spared—and not hauled off to the Great Forest.

“...Is that all?”

The elf stopped. Her tongue withdrew as she straightened, puzzled.

“Master, too much stimulation at once is supposed to be unwise. I'm proceeding by stages.”

“Hmph. You needn't bother with something so feeble it doesn't even stir desire.”

Doesn't stir desire?

The elf was astonished. Whatever his face claimed, his body gave a different account. A clear bead of arousal glistened at the tip.

Is he determined not to admit he enjoys it?

His obstinacy only awakened her competitive spirit. She resolved to see how long he could maintain that ridiculous claim.

Lifting her breasts in both hands, she leaned forward and pressed them around his shaft. The scented oil she'd smoothed over her skin made the contact slippery. With a proud little smile, she brought her breasts together and moved them against him.

“How about this, then?”

“Haa…”

His body twitched again. Behind his back, where she couldn't see, Theorad clenched the bedspread in his left hand. He was afraid that without something to hold, a humiliating moan would escape him.

“Not bad.”

His face was composed, at least. His refusal to surrender was almost impressive.

The elf laughed softly at his stubbornness, lowered her head and placed a brief kiss on the exposed tip. A small sound followed the touch of her lips.

All that remained was to take him into her mouth. Surely a novice like Theorad would be unable to withstand that.

Yet the elf was a novice herself. She had never done anything like this, and the thought of taking a man's penis into her mouth was hardly appealing. His size, moreover, was something she'd previously encountered only in illustrations. For the first time, she hesitated.

Theorad noticed. A crooked smile appeared on his face. At last, an opening for a counterattack.

“What's wrong? Frightened before you've even begun? If you can't manage it, get lost. I have no use for such halfhearted service.”

“F-frightened? Master, you jump to conclusions.”

“Oh? Then why have you stopped? If you're so confident you know how to please a man…”

She couldn't listen to another word. Her pride wouldn't allow it. Opening her mouth wide, she caught the tip of his penis lightly between her front teeth.

“Ngh!”

The touch was little more than a scrape, but it sent a sharp jolt through Theorad's body.

“A-are you insane? Why would you do that out of nowhere?”

She drew back and looked up at him. A fine thread of saliva stretched between her mouth and his skin before breaking.

“I told you. I'm taking things one step at a time.”

Everything is proceeding exactly as I intend. All you need to do is stay still.

She was desperately concealing her own inexperience behind a show of superior knowledge.

Unfortunately, Theorad was less experienced still. He had every reason to believe her threats and none to suspect she was a virgin. With her perverse behavior, he had naturally assumed she was a woman who had dominated countless men.

“Fine. I understand.”

He withdrew his criticism.

The elf cast him a sharp glance and lowered her head once more. She was reluctant, but his involuntary cry suggested he wouldn't withstand much more. Brushing the silver hair away from her face and behind her ear, she leaned in.

She tasted the drop of fluid on his skin. Its saltiness gave her pause, but she forced herself onward and closed her lips around the tip.

“Hah…”

The sensation of a man's body inside her mouth made the elf frown. She had chosen to do this and yet found the physical reality distasteful. If she retreated now, though, Theorad would mock her. She would rather die than allow her supposed toy the satisfaction of looking down on her.

That thought gave her resolve. She extended her tongue and moved it around him, awkwardly but determinedly.

“Ah… ngh…”

Despite her lack of practice, she was trying with all her strength. The movement of her tongue was enough to heighten Theorad's pleasure. He shut his eyes and ground his teeth together.

The elf had no attention to spare for his expression. It was her first attempt, and she couldn't watch him and concentrate on the unfamiliar act at the same time. Her eyes remained lowered as she continued.

To an observer, she might have looked like a maid diligently attending her master. In her own mind, it was he who was submitting to her.

Wet sounds filled the quiet room. She moved her head gradually, taking him farther into her mouth and drawing back again, slowly and carefully.

Theorad's fists closed so tightly in the bedclothes that the fabric began to tear.

Damn it…!

Pleasure raced down his spine. He was beginning to fear he couldn't hold out.

It was no longer merely her mouth: the elf was still pressing her oiled breasts around him as she attended to the tip. Her beauty, the flush in her cheeks, and the unfamiliar sight of her struggling to perform such service were all difficult to endure.

“Ngh…!”

He reached his limit. Before he even thought to pull away, Theorad ejaculated into her mouth.

“Huh?!”

The elf was caught completely unprepared. She had no idea what to do with the sudden flood of semen. The taste and texture revolted her; she wanted to spit it out immediately. But that, she feared, would let Theorad claim another victory over her.

She swallowed, enduring it until there was nothing left, then lifted her head and opened her mouth. Her extended tongue was wet with saliva and traces of semen. Her breathing came fast and unevenly.

“Haa… haa…”

She had drawn the first ejaculation from him. Somehow she felt no triumph.

Dremes once said it tasted good…

What sort of palate would find semen delicious? Witches were human, after all. For a moment the elf wondered whether even Dremes, whom she'd trusted, had been deceiving her.

While the elf was occupied with that useless thought, Theorad broke into a cold sweat, overcome by a sense of defeat.

I couldn't endure even that?

The aphrodisiac explained some of his sensitivity, but he had hoped to withstand such preliminary stimulation. His original plan had been to frustrate the elf by refusing to ejaculate for as long as possible.

Instead, she'd brought him to his first climax before intercourse even began.

Why were the human body and mind so miserably weak?

He pressed a hand to his forehead, trembling with frustration. If this continued, he would never convince the elves of his usefulness. What sort of formidable master lost control before intercourse had even begun? At worst, the Great Forest still awaited him.

Get hold of yourself, Theorad!

His survival depended on what happened next. He still had a chance. He slowed his breathing where the elf couldn't notice, then looked down at her with the coolest expression he could summon.

“Useful. Perhaps you're not entirely worthless after all.”

“Oh… What a relief, Master…”

She covered her mouth. The corners of her lips were rising despite her efforts to keep them still.

Useful?

That was rich, coming from a man who had already lost control. She could indulge him a little longer, though, and resumed the trembling manner of a pitiable servant.

“Then, Master, will you now…”

“Yes. Now I'll violate you. Get onto the bed.”

At last, the part she'd been waiting for. Wearing an expression of apprehension, the elf climbed onto the bed and settled there, covering her nipples with both hands. She looked up at Theorad with remarkably innocent eyes.

What lay concealed behind that innocence?

Theorad offered a brief prayer to the God of Light, then climbed onto the bed after her and placed a hand beside her head. The back of that hand shook faintly; he made sure nothing in his face betrayed it.

“You've done enough work, you insect. From now on, it's my turn.”

The roles had to reverse. If he meant to live, he had to bring the elf before him under control. Determined, Theorad met her gaze.

A thin smile appeared on the elf's lips.

I'll satisfy you, elf. Whatever it takes…! he vowed.

If you think you can, try it, she answered in her heart.

Each believed the other would yield. Neither intended to surrender.