A Heated Night with Richel
After spending a heated night with an elf, I—the summoner—was led by her hand to a secluded room deep within the castle. It was spacious, packed with fine furniture, and the atmosphere screamed that it belonged to someone important. She closed the door behind us and locked it with a click. Shit, was she planning to kill me after all?
“Whoa, whoa, easy there, Marquelon. I have no intention of hurting you, so put that electricity away.”
“Sorry. I’ve burned a lot of bridges in my time, so I guess I’m a little jumpy.”
“Hehe, you really are more entertaining the more I see of you. In that case, I’m no pushover myself. Shall we have some fun, villain to villain?”
Richel boldly shrugged off her black trench coat. Beneath it, her smooth skin and a body wrapped in provocative lace lingerie were revealed. Holy shit—she’d been hiding that erotic underwear under her coat the whole time!
By then my cock was already rock-hard and twitching wildly. If Tirga was the voluptuous, glamorous type, this was the absolute pinnacle of perfect slender beauty. Those modest yet perfectly shaped breasts, the narrow waist, and the elegant curve flowing down to her hips were pure art.
“It feels a little awkward being the only one still dressed.”
“Ahem. Must be the alcohol, but it does feel pretty hot in here.”
I quickly stripped as well. The elf sergeant stepped close and kissed me. The sharp scent of liquor filled my nose as her lips practically devoured mine. It was a savage, instinctive kiss that left my mouth tingling.
“By the way, why are you still wearing your underwear?”
“I was hoping you’d take it off for me, Richel.”
She knelt before me and yanked my underwear down without mercy. My throbbing cock sprang free like a coiled spring. With a murmur of approval, she began licking it from base to tip, treating it like a melting ice cream before swallowing me whole. The fellatio was insanely skilled. She knew exactly how to drive a man crazy. This was practically an art form!
Whoa—dangerous. At this rate I was going to blow in her mouth.
“Ah! Richel, wait, that’s enough—!”
To think I’d cum from just a blowjob. But Richel didn’t seem to mind. She kept me in her mouth, swallowing every drop with greedy gulps. Then she even extended her tongue to lick the remaining semen from her lips.
“Mmm, delicious.”
“You don’t find it dirty?”
“It’s yours, so I can drink it. No woman would refuse the seed of a capable, strong male.”
I felt the last thread of reason in my brain snap. So this was what elf women were like. Richel slipped out of her own underwear, took my hand, and pressed it to her breast. The texture was incredible. The shape, the firmness—everything was first-class. It practically begged to be touched and sucked.
She leaned in and whispered into my ear.
Grrr. I couldn’t hold back anymore. Just then, a brilliant idea struck me. Since she’d made me cum with her mouth, it was time for my counterattack.
Like a proper man, I princess-carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. First—the ears. I’d finally get to indulge my long-held desire to torment an elf’s pointed ears. Jackpot~
“Hngh…”
They really were sensitive. Blowing gently into her ear and running my tongue along it drew a reaction like she was about to die from pleasure.
Next came her long, pale neck. Part of me wanted to leave a fat hickey, but I held back. It felt weird doing something I hadn’t even done to Tirga with another woman. Simple biting and sucking would get boring, so I ramped up the foreplay. While my mouth worked her breasts, my hands attacked her lower lips.
I stroked the inside of her thighs, then carefully circled her clit with a fingertip. Richel’s reaction was explosive.
“Haaang! M-Marquelon!”
“You’re already this soaked.”
“P-Put it in already… I can’t hold back anymore.”
“Not yet, Richel.”
Not yet. If you want to completely break a woman, you can never just give her what she begs for. Besides, there was one more technique I wanted to test. Would the move that had destroyed Tirga work on an elf woman too?
“N-Not there! Ah, stop, hngh!”
I carefully matched rhythm with lips and tongue, lavishing attention on her clitoris. Not too hard, not too soft. The clit is as sensitive as a man’s glans, so it demanded caution. Get too excited and lick like a dog and you might get your skull kicked in.
The results were outstanding. The hand that had been pushing my head away was now pulling me closer. At that moment, I attacked her clit with my tongue while sliding a finger inside to stroke her most sensitive spot. Richel sobbed, then suddenly squirted. Elf nectar gushed from her pussy, soaking my face and the sheets.
“Now it’s fair, right? We both came in each other’s mouths.”
“Haa… This kind of pleasure… I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“It’s too early to be satisfied.”
Now came the real penetration. I climbed onto the elf—her eyes glazed with decadent pleasure—and drove my raging cock inside her. Her insides were tight as a vice, but the grip was incredible. Without all that foreplay, getting in would have been a struggle.
“Aah… To think you were hiding such a monstrous weapon in your pants.”
“That’s my line.”
“The night is long. So savor me as much as you like.”
And so Richel and I rolled across that bed in every position imaginable, filming our own live-action Kama Sutra. So this was what an elf pussy felt like? The exotic flavor and crushing tightness made my dick feel like it was melting. Of course I didn’t dislike doing it with Tirga, but every male wants to taste something different once in a while.
I lost count of how many times I came. Time to finish. For the finale, doggystyle was perfect. That narrow waist, cute ass, and the shamefully spread folds—all of it would be ruined by me.
“Hngh, ahn, aaah… It’s too deep…”
“Kuh, that grip is seriously amazing.”
I slapped her ass hard enough to make sharp smacking sounds as I unleashed the final load of the night. I must have pumped her full, because the moment I pulled out, thick semen poured out in a white stream.
Sex with an elf was the absolute best. So this was why harem protagonists always kept an elf heroine around. I’d done it so many times that even moving felt impossible now.
Richel had already fallen asleep. Only the sound of her quiet breathing filled the room. I was too lazy to move, so I decided to just sleep here.
Was it morning already? Blinding sunlight stabbed my eyes, telling me it was time to wake up. But I could feel killing intent. Don’t tell me the hero of justice had come to kill me again?
When I opened my eyes, it was Tirga staring down at me with utter contempt. Oh, what a lovely morning reward.
No—now that I thought about it, I’d completely forgotten about Tirga and spent the whole night rolling around with another woman. This was completely fucked.
“Master, you abandoned me and fooled around with an elf.”
“Good morning, Tirga.”
“It’s not good! It’s despicable! I wanted to have sex with Master too, but you disappeared without a word and did it with some other bitch!”
Richel was still fast asleep, completely unaware of the world. If Tirga threw a tantrum here and caused a scene, everything I’d built so far would go up in smoke. I had to pull myself together. Even if you’re bitten by a tiger, you can survive if you keep your head.
I approached Tirga as calmly as possible, spread my arms, and hugged her. Then I buried my face in her chest and enjoyed that soft warmth for a moment.
“Sorry, Tirga. I messed up.”
“Hmph.”
“This was all business. Pure business. Last night I buttered up the Imperial Guard, so from now on we’ll have even more fun, money-making opportunities.”
“Business…? So that’s what it was?”
“Of course. I only have you, Tirga. Honestly I wanted to do it with you too, but it couldn’t be helped.”
Simple-minded Tirga was ridiculously easy to persuade. Still, words alone weren’t enough, so I gave her a deep kiss.
It felt awkward to stay here any longer, so I threw on some clothes, grabbed Tirga’s hand, and left the room. God, my body ached. Hangover plus sexual exhaustion—I felt like I was going to die.
“Tirga, carry me.”
“Understood, Master.”
“Destination: somewhere good to rest.”
My loyal summon carried me on her back to a suitable room. There was no proper sewer system, so I took a long, refreshing piss in a medieval-style toilet with an open bottom, then drank a ton of water.
Whew. Now I felt like I could live again.
Still not fully recovered from the fatigue, I collapsed back onto the bed.
“Come here, Tirga. Let’s sleep a little more.”
She lay down beside me without complaint. I buried my face in her massive breasts and drifted off again.
How long had I been asleep? Something was tickling down below. Was Tirga sucking on my cock?
“T-Tirga, what are you doing?”
“Tsk. I was going to do it while Master was sleeping, but I guess I can’t. Just stay still, Master.”
She climbed on top of me, drooling, eyes glittering with raw lust. At this point I had no options left. I was nothing more than a pitiful summoner and master who existed to be devoured by his own summon.
Since I did feel a little guilty about fooling around with another woman last night, I simply let her do whatever she wanted.
For the past few days I’d lived peacefully in Troopers Castle. Since I’d earned a huge pile of money, it was only right to rest properly instead of pushing myself. But even resting didn’t feel like resting. After Tirga, now Richel had started seducing me, and my dick couldn’t take the strain.
It was about time to leave this place. I was originally a freelancer and mercenary, not part of the elf imperial army. In other words, I could go wherever I wanted. With ground vehicles and the large, beautiful ironclad airship Solaris plus all its transport options, there was nowhere I couldn’t reach.
Before I left, though, I should meet Ranea. It would be rude to disappear without saying anything.
“What is it, mercenary?”
“I’m thinking of leaving soon to look for new work. I’ve already imposed on you for quite a while, so I don’t want to cause any more trouble.”
“Actually, I was just about to give you a new job. How about it?”
“First tell me what it is.”
What Ranea proposed was a sort of escort mission—safely transporting prisoners of war captured during the conflict to a detention camp. Compared to destroying orc villages or participating in sieges, it looked relatively easy and straightforward.
“A simple escort, huh… Wouldn’t the Imperial Guard be enough for something like this?”
“It’s not that simple. The truth is, our empire has annoying resistance groups that oppose us. These bastards commit terrorist acts inside imperial territory at every opportunity. There’s a chance they might attack our transport convoy. That’s why I want to hire you as an escort, just to be safe.”
Terrorizing Nazi elves? So this was like an isekai resistance movement? Whatever. It didn’t matter. Anyone who got in the way of me making money just had to die.