An Unexpected Overnight
Maybe my ears are playing tricks on me. Honey? Calling me honey doesn't make any sense. We're not even married yet, so it's embarrassing to hear that word. The one who said it blushed furiously, covering her face with both hands as if she didn't know what to do with herself.
Look at this mischievous elf girl. She's trying to toy with a human man's heart, but it's not going to work. Does she really think something like that would shake me? We walked through the streets like that and ended up at a restaurant that looked decent enough for dinner.
Elves are vegetarians, aren't they? Apparently the idea that elves don't eat meat is just a prejudice. "Don't elves avoid eating meat?"
"Mar, how could a soldier fight without eating meat? The Chancellor may practice vegetarianism, but he generously gives his own meat rations to his subordinates!"
With that, she skillfully cut into her steak and popped a piece into her mouth. She had a point, so I couldn't argue. There's even a saying that soldiers need to eat to advance. Still, it was nicer to watch than someone picking at their food while claiming to be on a diet. Nothing kills the mood faster than someone being fussy about their meal. On top of that, she stopped me when I tried to pay, insisting she'd cover the bill herself. Was this the power and seniority of a Praetorian Guard superior? Praise be. As expected of the imperial capital, there was plenty to eat and enjoy, and before I knew it, time had flown by while I was on a date with Richel.
It was late at night, and just as we were about to head home… where exactly were we? I still wasn't familiar with Ermania's layout, and I'd been wandering around without thinking. "Mar, should we stay out tonight?"
"Looks like we don't have much choice." My stomach was full and my legs were starting to ache, and conveniently, an inn stood right in front of us. The answer was obvious. I'd already been to inns with women quite a few times since coming to this world—maybe it was just my imagination. Anyway, since she'd treated me to dinner, it was only fair that I paid for the room. The price was a bit steep, but as expected of a lodging in the capital, the facilities were quite decent.
The moment the door closed, that mischievous elf threw herself into my arms. "Hup." "Sorry, I probably smell. I'll go wash up quickly." She turned around and casually tossed off her dress like a villain discarding a disguise. The sight of her firm, sexy hips and smooth backline made an immediate reaction below. If she kept ambushing me like this, it wouldn't be good for my heart!
She glanced back, winked, and stepped into the bathroom. Even Richel would take some time to wash up, right? "My dear, have you fallen for that elf?" "I don't know. But what man would turn down a gorgeous woman who's throwing herself at him?" "I was hoping for a cute reaction like 'N-no way!' and a strong denial. You're being unnecessarily honest, dear." "Stop right there. Why are you touching your master's cock?" "Well, watching the two of you flirt got me a little worked up too."
Whoa, this damn spider girl was trying to devour her master! Just when I drove away the fox, a tiger appeared. With Tirga gone, now Morvanel was pouncing on me. It was time to establish some discipline. Using the web-spinning ability I'd gotten from Morvanel, I bound her like wire. My left hand was skilled, but the right one with the prosthetic still felt awkward. Still, threads shot out from my hand and wrapped around Morvanel's entire body. Why did the binding look exactly like the tortoise-shell rope technique used in SM play? Her breasts stood out so prominently that I almost reached out to touch them.
"Aah, so this is your preference, dear?" "That's not it. Anyway, I'll take care of you later, so be quiet for now!" "Even like this, I don't mind. Mmm? Go ahead and do whatever you want." "I'll unsummon you right now. Want to stay with Tirga and get along?" At that, Morvanel turned serious, obediently agreed, and vanished without a trace. She must really hate Tirga for that threat to work.
Even though we'd already seen everything there was to see and I wasn't a virgin anymore, why did I feel so restless? It felt like heat was rising in my body. Maybe I should take my clothes off in advance. After walking around and sweating, I did feel a bit uncomfortable. So I stripped down completely. It still felt strange that my right arm wasn't flesh and bone but a chunk of metal. It would probably take time to get used to. There was no pain, but since it was a combat model, it was heavy and much larger than my left arm.
"Info Window, can you scan this arm?" [Impossible.] What a useless thing. It would be nice if I had some cheat-like AI attached like other people, but this Info Window was no help. I'd have to read the manual carefully later. Feeling playful, I raised my right hand's index and middle fingers and moved them as if stirring inside a woman's depths. The fingers began vibrating like a vibrator. This wasn't for combat. Did the imperial elves really think sex was also a battle? The empire's elves had to be perverts. Putting such a bizarre function in there… While Richel washed up, I played with the mechanical arm like a toy. It had far more functions than I'd expected. The arm could split open to reveal what looked like a cannon or grenade launcher, and while I'd thought it was purely perverted, these elves clearly understood a man's fantasies well.
"Did I keep you waiting long, Mar?" The door opened, and in you came. The lyrics felt oddly fitting for the moment. Her hair clung damply to her skin, her dark eyes glistening. The valley of her breasts barely covered by a single towel and her smoothly extended legs. We simply stared at each other without a word. Still, since I was the man, maybe I should break this awkward silence. "You look really sexy, Richel." "It's embarrassing when you stare at me naked like that." "Can you help me wash? I'm still not used to the prosthetic, so it's inconvenient with one hand."
It was a lie, of course. If I were alone, I could manage somehow, but what man could resist having a beautiful, well-built woman wash him? Richel readily accepted my request, and we headed into the bathroom together. "I'll wash your hair first. Mar, your hair has gotten quite long." "Should I grow it out and tie it?" "Good idea. I'll tie it for you later, so lower your head." Richel sat me on the bath stool and used magic to spray water over my hair. With my eyes closed and head bowed, I couldn't see, but she lathered shampoo and gave me a thorough scalp massage. I didn't know if shampoo existed in this world, but the scent was very pleasant. "Now I'll wash your body."
Her hands caressed every corner of my body. It felt good, but also incredibly embarrassing! Especially when she passed over sensitive areas, I couldn't help but let out feminine moans. Richel licked my ear from behind with her tongue and whispered affectionately. "Hehe, does it feel good?" "Yeah, it feels amazing. I wish you could wash me like this every day." "I'll make you feel even better." Then I felt the soft, plump sensation of flesh against my back. She was rubbing her breasts against me. It was so stimulating that my head spun. Richel's breasts weren't small. Well, Tirga and Morvanel were quite large, but she wasn't lacking either. This was my limit! My member was already dripping precum like tears, urging me to put it in quickly. "Richel, I can't take it anymore!" "Calm down, Mar. I haven't rinsed off the soap properly yet. Especially here—I need to pay extra attention."
Richel sprayed water over my body with magic and naturally grabbed my cock with her hand. Then she began stroking it back and forth, giving me a handjob. Ha, this was the end. I couldn't hold on like this! In the end, my cock, which had been holding back, violently released its semen thanks to her hand. "Oh my, Mar, you really…" After one ejaculation, we quickly finished the bath and lay naked on the bed. We'd roughly dried our bodies, but our hair was still wet. That didn't matter. Even after one round, my cock and desire hadn't died down. Richel's body gave off a sweet, pleasant scent. Her soft, white skin flushed red under my touch, stimulating my sight, smell, and touch all at once. "Aah!" When I grabbed both breasts and gently stimulated her nipples, they were already hard. They were ready to be sucked. I circled her areolas with my tongue before taking them into my mouth like a child and sucking. Just like a baby nursing at its mother's breast. But breasts alone weren't enough. So I moved my mouth to a more decisive point—between her nicely fleshed thighs, to the hidden place beneath the bush, pressing my lips against that tender flesh. There was no foul odor in the elf's secret forest. "Hah, Mar, not there!" Suddenly having her sensitive weakness attacked, Richel reacted intensely. This was revenge for making me come with her hand earlier! After each of us had one round, it would be fair, right? Richel grabbed my head with her hands, not knowing what to do, before reaching climax. Her thighs pressed against my head as she released a powerful squirt. "I just washed, and now my face is a mess." "S-sorry, Mar." "It was a joke. No need to apologize." After roughly wiping the elf's love juices from my face with the blanket, we began the real game. I grabbed my member and carefully pushed the glans inside her. Even just the tip felt incredibly tight—how thrilling would it be once I put it all in? "Huk." "Huuup!" Like a sword entering its sheath, we finally became one. I didn't move, instead sharing a deep kiss with her. The master had said that after putting it in, you shouldn't move right away—you had to give the vagina time to adjust. Sometimes I forgot and just moved anyway. After kissing until we were breathless, I began moving my hips little by little. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, lewd moans, and wet squelching noises formed a trinity. "Haang, haaah. It feels so good, Mar." "Me too. You're squeezing so tight." "Kiss me."
Kissing while pounding in missionary position was incredibly thrilling. And not just kissing—now I blew air into her ear. Elves' ears were sensitive, right? Sure enough, the tightness became even stronger than before. Her ears must be a weak point too. I thrust my hips diligently while alternating between stimulating her ears, breasts, and neck. Then she squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped both arms and legs around my body. "I-I'm going to come…" Richel let out a cute sound as she climaxed, and I came for the second time as well. After walking so much and coming twice, I was starting to feel tired. "Should we sleep now?" "Yeah." "I love you, Richel." "Me too, honey." Of course, I wasn't sure if this was real love. It might just be words spoken in the heat of the moment after sex, but well, good things are good. Like that, we fell asleep embracing each other naked. She called me honey again, but… ah, whatever.