The Elf I Want to Be in a Relationship With (6)

The elf's confident smile pressed on Theorad like a weight. He couldn't afford to retreat.

Was this what it felt like to stand on the edge of a precipice, with his life at stake? His heart pounded with desperation. Every time he considered his options, he reached the same conclusion: he had to satisfy her to survive.

First things first…

Recklessly rushing into intercourse would be a terrible mistake. The pornography he'd studied so carefully over the last two days suggested that he should begin by arousing his partner with foreplay.

He had little practical understanding of how to do that. Fortunately, Dremes had left him one last adult toy.

“I think it's time you understood just how insignificant you are.”

Theorad gave a cruel little laugh and produced a square nameplate from inside his coat. Across its center, in crude, irregular lettering, were the words SEX SLAVE. The writing appeared to have been done with semen.

“For your information, this badge represents the very pinnacle of magical engineering.”

He needed to finish describing the device before the elf had a chance to refuse. Holding it before her face, he went on.

“The fasteners have sharp tips, but they cause neither pain nor injury. Not a drop of blood. Do you understand what that means?”

“M-Master? You're going to put that on me…?”

“Yes. Have you some objection?”

If she refused and meant it, he'd lose the help of the only equipment he possessed. Without it, he doubted he'd be able to excite her adequately.

The silence grew unbearable. The elf examined the plate through half-closed eyes. Then she abruptly shrank back and gave a little cry.

“I… I hate it…”

Thank goodness.

Theorad breathed out in relief, believing he'd received the response she wanted him to overcome. He caught her wrist and pulled her down. She resisted a little, but only a little.

“Did you think saying no would stop me?”

“M-Master…”

Her mournful eyes made guilt stir in him. He dismissed it. In his view, this was the performance she'd been demanding, and her apparent refusal was a sign that he should be more forceful.

“Stop whimpering.”

He pushed her wrist aside and seized one breast.

“Ah!”

Her skin yielded beneath his palm. Her nipples were already erect, perhaps from their earlier contact.

“You're being so rough…”

Theorad tried to ignore her plaintive voice and brought the nameplate forward. One pointed fastener approached her nipple.

Is this really all right? Am I doing the right thing?

A dozen doubts flashed through his mind. He had come this far, however, and saw no way to turn back.

He had to trust Dremes. He'd also rehearsed the procedure dozens of times in his study, using soft pieces of jelly. This was the moment to be as steady as a surgeon.

I cannot afford a mistake…!

With all his concentration fixed on controlling the tremor in his hand, Theorad guided the fastener into her nipple. It passed through and appeared on the other side.

“…!”

The elf flinched once. That was all. She neither screamed nor complained, nor did she give one of her customary moans.

The device had performed precisely as promised. There was no wound or blood, no pain at all. It resembled the instruments of sexual punishment she liked without inflicting actual injury.

She looked down at the nameplate herself, astonished. It felt as though something sharp had passed through her flesh, and she could sense the small weight hanging there, but it did not hurt.

“You look ridiculous.”

Theorad settled the plate in position, emboldened by his success.

“A bitch with a Sex Slave tag through her breast. What an utterly helpless sight. If someone saw you now, who would believe you're the ruler of the Great Forest?”

The elf was taken aback. Still, she decided to bear the insult. Objectively, Theorad had gone to considerable trouble for this encounter.

“Forgive me for being such a depraved bitch, Master…”

“What a pathetic answer.”

Sneering, Theorad lowered his hand to her abdomen. Her unguarded lower body trembled at the unexpected touch.

“Let's see whether you're ready here, too.”

The elf said nothing. He chose to treat her silence as assent and moved his hand lower, across her soft mound. His fingers found moisture on the fabric of her underwear. When he touched the damp cloth, she narrowed her eyes.

“Ah… mm…”

It was an unfamiliar sensation. No one had ever been allowed to touch her there before. That alone brought a strange excitement. The care in his movements, too, made her look at him differently.

“Look at you. You're already wet with lust, aren't you?”

Theorad clicked his tongue in apparent contempt and drew back to remove her underwear.

“Keep still.”

He caught the edges of the garment and pulled it down. A thin strand of fluid clung to the fabric before breaking.

His gaze fell involuntarily on the exposed flesh. Her vulva was a pale pink, and the opening was tightly closed, as though she had never taken a lover.

It was the first time Theorad had seen a woman's genitals so closely. He was intensely curious, but staring seemed disrespectful, and he hurriedly looked away as he finished removing the garment.

Now…

He had reached the last threshold. Theorad steadied himself and looked at the elf lying before him.

She was completely naked. Her skin was smooth and unmarked. Scented oil still glistened around her breasts, and the SEX SLAVE plate hung conspicuously from the nipple of her left breast.

She swallowed, her expression caught somewhere between embarrassment and expectation. For all her earlier arrogance, she looked nervous.

Theorad was no less frightened. This was his first time as well, yet he had to behave as if he knew exactly what he was doing. A failure could cost him more than his own life. His household, its future, and everything he wished to protect seemed bound up in what would happen now.

He grasped her legs.

“Let's begin.”

He spread them with clumsy hands. Her former confidence seemed to retreat before a flush of embarrassment. Usually he would have mocked her, but his own nervousness left him no room for sarcasm.

Leaning over her, he supported himself on the mattress and guided his erect penis with one hand, brushing its tip against her pubic area.

“Ah… mm…”

A small moan escaped the elf. She was waiting for him, but Theorad couldn't find the entrance.

Where… where am I supposed to put it?

What looked straightforward in a book was maddeningly difficult in practice. He tried several times, sweating with embarrassment, before he finally found the vaginal opening.

The wet folds guided him into place. All that remained, he thought, was to imitate what he'd read and seen.

He took a breath, put a hand behind her head, and pushed his hips forward.

There was a sudden sensation of resistance giving way, of something tearing.

“—!”

The elf made a sound caught between a scream and a moan. Theorad was too overwhelmed by the new sensation to attend to it immediately. Her body clenched tightly around him, perhaps because she was contracting with pain. The pleasure was more intense than he'd expected, and his thoughts scattered.

“Ah… ah…”

It took him several seconds to regain his bearings. Then he looked down.

The elf was lying with her mouth open and her eyes wide. Tears had begun to run down her cheeks.

“Why…?”

He stopped short. The sensation he'd felt on entering her suddenly took on a dreadful meaning.

It can't be…

Was the elf a virgin? She was two hundred and fifty years old. How could that be possible? Yet he couldn't forget what he'd just felt.

Conflicting thoughts raced through his head. He had already begun, and he convinced himself he shouldn't stop. Surely, he reasoned, she didn't want him to stop either.

Look at those tears…

He mistook her reaction for a demand for more and began to move slowly.

The elf's body tightened around him with each movement. Her eyes remained wide and frightened, and she made broken, breathless sounds.

“S-sto… sto…!”

She seemed to be trying to say something, but the broken syllables were lost amid her cries. Theorad could not make out what she meant. He convinced himself that she was enjoying it and began moving more vigorously.

The pleasure grew, and with it his urgency. Even a man who usually avoided obscenity could be overwhelmed by his first experience, particularly after taking a stimulating medicine.

“Ah… ah…!”

The elf did not resist further. More precisely, she could not. Theorad continued as her body trembled, and fluid soaked the bedding beneath them. She was in pain and also experiencing sensations she had never known before.

Still wearing the cold expression of a ruthless master, he leaned toward her ear.

“Tell me. Who are you?”

“I… I… y-your… ah…!”

Her unfocused gaze wandered. Her mouth fell open and her tongue slipped out as he held her legs apart.

The ambition to dominate Theorad had vanished from her thoughts. At that moment she wanted only for the new pleasure to continue.

It could not last forever. Theorad's own climax approached too quickly for him to control. He pressed forward and ejaculated inside her.

“Ah… no… ah…!”

His semen filled her, and her body convulsed with a climax of its own—the first she had ever experienced.

After several final spasms, Theorad's body grew still. Sweat covered his face as he let out a long breath.

“Useful… Hah… Useful.”

He spoke almost without thinking. Drawing back, he withdrew from her. The fluid made the movement slippery, and semen began to seep from her vagina. He'd ejaculated a surprising amount. Perhaps that was normal for a first time; he didn't know.

Was that enough?

Coming back to himself, he searched her face for an answer.

The elf gave him no appraisal. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and clenched her teeth.

He was bewildered.

Why?

Could she still be unsatisfied? It was surprising, but he had prepared himself for that possibility. The medicine's effects lingered, and he believed he might manage another climax.

“Still not satisfied, you bitch?”

Theorad leaned toward her again, adopting the same contemptuous tone as before.

She responded with a ragged hiccup. Something about her seemed changed, almost broken.

“What are you staring at…?”

As he moved closer and tried to enter her again, the elf struck his shoulder with an unsteady hand.

“Don't…!”

“How amusing. Do you think that will stop—”

Her fist struck his shoulder again. She hit him several more times, weakly, tears on her face, struggling to make herself understood.

“Don't… don't…!”

Perhaps the strange pleasure was fading and embarrassment or pain had returned. Whatever lay behind her broken words, she was trying to stop him.