Mirien (19): Dark Elves Are Lewd
Mirien was nineteen. Dark elves were lewd. But the queen standing before me was a woman who, even after reaching adulthood, had been tormented by paranoia and never once allowed a man into her bedroom.
She boldly slipped her hand into my pants and began fondling my cock—that part was fine. But Mirien's touch was hopelessly clumsy. Had she never watched porn? The answer was no. I knew because I'd read her past. She'd spent her entire life in fear of when her retainers might assassinate her, leaving no time for even basic sex education. Instead, she'd devoted those hours to mastering stronger spirit magic and obsessively tracking the movements of her tribal chiefs.
"It gets hard so quickly. You like this queen's touch, don't you, you scum?"
Erotic, my ass. Her fumbling, laughable strokes clashed hilariously with eyes that were still pure predator. The sticky tension she'd worked so hard to build evaporated in an instant amid this absurd mismatch between hand and face. What was the word for it? Cute.
"It's hard now. Don't worry. Just leave everything to this queen."
No matter how clumsy, it was still a woman's hand. My cock stiffened from the stimulation, and Mirien prepared to move to the next step. Shadows carefully peeled off my pants, fully exposing my rigidly upright erection. Mirien swallowed dryly, desperately muffling the sound.
"So this is it."
She slowly began undressing herself. The thin fabric rustled against her skin, tickling my ears a few times before Mirien returned to her primal, naked form. She climbed straight on top of me.
"I permit you to enter this queen's body. Rejoice. You are the first."
The provocative face and lines were perfect up to that point... but...
"Ngh... why... isn't it..."
The moment insertion began, problems piled up. It wouldn't go in. Sure, I was a lifelong virgin too, but thanks to countless audiovisual references, I spotted the issue immediately.
"Mirien, stop. Forcing it like that could hurt you."
I sat up. Mirien, offended by my words, used shadows to bind me and lay me back down.
"Stay still. This queen will handle it!"
Too late. By the time she was sweating and failing to penetrate, whatever sexiness and sensuality had remained was long gone. Cute. Why was everything she did so damn cute? I chuckled, pushing away the shadows holding me— they weren't bound tightly anyway, so they gave way easily. I stood, then pulled Mirien into a tight embrace.
"Mirien, sex isn't done like that. It doesn't matter who's in charge. It's not about pride. Be gentle. Gentle."
"This queen knows that. Stay still. I'll use shadows to make you feel good in no time..."
"Drop the pride. You don't have to act tough. Got it? Open your heart. Even if men are sex monsters, no one feels attracted to a woman who's so one-sided and rigid."
I laid Mirien on the bed. Now I was on top.
"...Is this queen not attractive enough?"
"You are. Big tits, slim waist, pretty face—how could you not be? But you're inexperienced, right? If you don't know something or lack skill, just say it. Sex is something you do together. Not the queen dictating from on high."
I glanced at the sex slave seal on my forearm. Why had I kept it? Now I understood a little. Mirien loved me. She just didn't know how to express it, so she'd gone about it like this. Proof that even with her greatest weakness in my hands, I hadn't destroyed her. That's what the seal was. I sighed. Love? Yeah. I'd never dated either, so I didn't know what it was. I was clumsy and fumbling too. But now that things had come to this, I wasn't about to act like, "Eh? What about me?" and shove a box of dried sweet potatoes down my throat. I was a sex monster too. I made up my mind. To love the woman before me. To love and be loved.
I placed my hand on the sex slave seal.
"How do I use this... ah."
No explanation needed.
"Hiiik♥ Nghhh?!... Aah! ...Ahn♥"
The instant I touched it, Mirien's back arched, and a melted voice I'd never heard from the dignified queen spilled out.
"W-wait. Something's wrong with this... D-don't look! Don't look at this queen's body! ...Ahn♥"
Her half-melted eyes streamed tears—of joy, shame, or the new pleasure, who knew. Clutching the bedsheets and trembling, she was now in the complete opposite position from moments ago.
"You're so cute, seriously."
The reins were mine. I slowly leaned down, kissing her cheek, tracing her jawline, and lightly nibbling her earlobe. Her hips bucked. The bedsheet grew soaked—she'd squirted hard.
She'd just commanded me arrogantly to get hard, right?
"Cry."
Now it was reversed. I commanded her.
I wasn't in a hurry. The sex slave seal. It forced the marked one into heat. Using its effect judiciously now and then, I slowly, deliberately lavished time on caressing Mirien's body.
"S-stop! Stop! J-just let me rest a bit! D-does this queen's voice not reach you? Y-you! You... you bastard... ngh♥"
Mirien wailed—even when I forcibly lifted her arms and started from light kisses in her armpits, progressing to licks.
"Th-this is an order! This queen's command! Stop! Just a moment! Let me rest!... I said rest!... Gghk♥"
Even when I took her swollen nipple in my mouth, rolling it gently before nibbling to draw out funny moans.
"M-my body's... no strength... What did you do to me? Please... please let me rest... ♥♥♥♥!"
Even as I trailed down from her breasts, licking her stomach, finally plunging the tip of my tongue into her navel, making her hit a silent climax, hips bucking as she squirted again.
"Ah!... Aaaah... Nghhh♥ Nnghh♥"
Even when she could no longer speak, just whimpering and shuddering.
She never once stopped crying throughout. After finishing full-body foreplay by simply licking her legs and feet, the bedsheet was flooded like a river, and the sensual, commanding queen from before lay slack on the bed with unfocused, dazed eyes.
Honestly... it felt incredible. A woman reacting like this to my every move satisfied my conquest drive beyond words. The order was all wrong since foreplay came after, but who cared. I approached Mirien and kissed her lips.
"Now I'll put it in."
I slid my hand down slowly. Her pussy was drenched, hot, and sticky like a flood. Gently parting her outer and inner labia, I carefully inserted a finger inside. Her dazed, near-fainting eyes refocused.
"My body won't move... Aaaah♥"
Stimulating the sticky inner walls softly drew another sensual moan from her. But something was off.
"My body won't move. I... I can't move my body."
Terror began creeping into the queen's voice, drained of strength from the foreplay.
"Save me... save me! D-don't!"
Her eyes sharpened, shadows around us surging like waves. I hurriedly embraced her, stroking her hair and giving a light kiss. Only then did the fear fade from her eyes.
"I'm not going to hurt you. You know that, right?"
She panted raggedly, then nodded faintly.
"Trust me, Mirien. Just once, try trusting someone."
She clung tightly to me. My chest grew wet. Not tears of pleasure.
"I'm scared. Scared of showing my weakness, my vulnerability."
She wasn't calling herself "this queen" anymore. She wasn't a queen here—just a wounded woman who'd never slept properly from lifelong fear of assassination and betrayal.
"Scared you'd pull a dagger on my heart. With my body unresponsive, I... I got scared."
She wept for a long time. I helped her pour out her emotions. But weren't dark elves lewd? Even through tears, she took my hand and guided it hesitantly between her legs.
"Do more. I don't want it to end so emptily. Touch me more. Play with me more."
My finger entered her pussy. A light stir, and her walls clenched tightly around it. Mirien looked up at me. Relief. Pleasure. Anxiety. And faintly... happiness. A complex expression. Smiling through tears, she pleaded.
"I am yours. Make me yours."
If I held back after that, I'd be sick—right next to some theater actor shot in the worst place, both of us hospitalized. I couldn't hold back anymore. I spread Mirien's legs. She was soaked through. Unlike before, insertion was effortless. Slowly aligning the tip, I thrust my hips.
It slid in smoothly.
"Eek?! Ah!... ♥♥♥♥!"
My cock was fully sucked into Mirien. Wow. Hot. So hot, soft, wet... indescribable, yet intensely stimulating. Mirien clutched the bedsheet, trembling. Blood stained it. I touched her face hurriedly.
"Does it hurt?"
"A little. But bearable. My lower belly's burning too much to endure."
Mirien smiled. Licking her lips slowly, her eyes held lingering pain from deflowering, making her look even lewder.
"Am I not your sex slave now? Have you ever seen a master stop because his slave said it hurts?"
Mirien wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in with her body. This time, she kissed me, licking and nibbling my earlobe softly.
"Treat this queen's body like an object and do as you please."
Mirien. That was the plan anyway. I touched the sex slave seal again. Blood oaths were scary—directly binding a dark elf's soul, right? The leisure vanished from Mirien's voice the instant I did.
"That's cheating. Th-that! ...Ah♥"
"I'm moving."
Slowly pulling back, then thrusting in. Her body shuddered. Each time, her pussy clenched my cock in ecstasy. Sex was the best. Left hand? Piss off. Hot, lewd, soft, sticky.
"You have no plans to remove this seal, right?"
The act grew more intense. Mirien screamed wordlessly now. Her eyes lost focus, toes on tiptoe, quivering. Drooling, tears streaming, her expression was insanely erotic.
"As long as you don't remove it... the king leaves the bed."
Mirien didn't answer. She just bucked her hips in response.
"Ngh♥ Aaah♥ It's coming♥ Something... my lower belly's weird!... Aagh♥♥! ♥♥♥!"
Unreal tightness. The crushing pressure nearly burst my cock. I couldn't hold back. Semen surged out in waves—long and voluminous, even by my standards. Mirien wrapped her legs around my waist, forcing me deeper, determined not to miss a drop.
I pulled out of Mirien. We both collapsed on the bed. Her pussy gaped, lewdly spurting massive semen with wet sounds. For about ten minutes, we said nothing.
"Once more."
Mirien spoke first. I looked at her.
"Can you go again...?"
"Once more. I never knew it felt this good. Feels like I've missed out big time."
Mirien smiled—not arrogantly, not predatorily. Just happily, face slick with sweat. But why... did it feel scary?
"Mirien, let's rest a bit and..."
"Shut up."
Positions reversed. She pinned me beneath her. Mirien licked her lips. Sweat and saliva made them glisten redder, dangerously bewitching.
"Tonight, we don't sleep."
Dark elves were lewd. Only succubi and men's left hands outdid them in sex. Now I knew why that saying existed.
"Get hard. My beloved."
That night, I learned it bone-deep. My sex slave was one who devoured her master.