The Coercing Elf Teacher [Illien Xsacrue] (3)
"Nngh...!"
Illien's body shuddered violently, yet she neither fled nor pulled away. She merely cast a nervous glance toward Marei, her eyes flickering with unease.
"Hmm... Where could it be?"
Marei pressed himself fully against her side, leaning into her as though using her body for support. Their faces were so close that their breaths mingled. With deliberate slowness, his fingertips traced along the spines of the books one by one, as if he were genuinely searching. Illien's own breath ghosted hot and heavy across the top of his head.
This... this is... I-I mean...
It was strange. Utterly strange. Illien knew perfectly well that the normal reaction would have been to step aside and examine a different shelf. She also knew that the hard, insistent pressure repeatedly nudging her thigh was a man's cock.
But... but...
Her body refused to obey. Instead of creating even the slightest distance, she found herself rubbing her thighs against the rigid length poking into her, as though silently urging him to press even closer.
"Nothing here either. Maybe it's on the next shelf over?"
"Ah..."
"Hm? Is something the matter?"
"N-no... It might be somewhere around here..."
When the hot, solid shape she had been feeling through his pants withdrew, a soft, disappointed sound slipped from Illien's lips. She licked her dry lips while watching him ease back, then pointed at the bookshelf directly in front of her, hoping he would return.
"Here...?"
"Eep...!"
Marei stepped in from behind, molding his body against hers as though embracing her. Her backside was already flush against his stomach, and the straining tip of his pants nestled firmly between her thighs.
"I think... it was around here somewhere..."
Carefully, almost timidly, Illien began to slide her thighs together, gently enveloping the prominent bulge at the front of his pants. Marei wrapped his arms around the lust-drenched elf from behind and started rolling his hips in slow, deliberate motions.
"Haa... Ung..."
"Just a moment. My belt is a little..."
Though he spoke as if adjusting his belt, Marei did nothing of the sort. He unfastened it completely, freed his throbbing cock from his underwear, and slowly slid the thick length between Illien's trembling thighs.
"H-hot... It's..."
"Hmm... Where could it be? Teacher, haven't you found it yet?"
"Th-that... I mean... N-not yet..."
Illien gripped the edge of the bookshelf with both hands. Her thighs, cool compared to the burning heat of his cock, quivered uncontrollably. Marei wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed his legs forward. Head bowed, she could barely form a coherent answer to his question.
B-big... It's so... big...?
The flushed tip of Marei's cock that had emerged between her thighs glistened with clear precum. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the way it twitched and pulsed like a living thing. Nor was her friend's lover satisfied with that alone. He began to slowly rub his hard length back and forth between her soft thighs.
"P-Pawen...?"
"Yes, Teacher?"
Marei's voice was perfectly calm, without the slightest tremor. His utterly casual tone made Illien swallow nervously.
C-can I touch it?
The hands clutching the bookshelf slowly drifted downward. Leaning her forehead against the shelf, she reached for the cock that was using her thighs like a toy.
B-but... It's Julia's...
"Teacher?"
"Y-yes?! Huh?!"
A formal honorific tumbled out of her mouth. Marei let out a soft chuckle at the sight.
"Do you want to touch it?"
"Uh... Ung... I-I mean..."
Watching her eyes dart about in confusion, Marei took her hand and guided it to his cock protruding between her thighs.
"Aah...!"
"How does it feel?"
"It's... well... h-hot... and it feels... alive... This is..."
She spoke like an innocent maiden, yet her hands were already caressing his length with growing confidence. One palm rubbed over the precum-slick tip and urethra, while the other wrapped firmly around the head and shaft. Her thighs had parted, and a long, glistening strand of arousal stretched between them.
"You're not wearing a bra, Illien?"
"Aah... Y-yes... Should I... put one on?"
"No. It's lovely like this. Besides..."
"Th-that...!!"
Illien seemed barely aware of what she was saying. With practiced skill, Marei's hands kneaded her breasts, fingers gradually moving to tease her now rock-hard nipples. Her stroking occasionally faltered. In response, Marei squeezed her breasts more firmly, as if demanding she continue properly.
"Auw... Ung... Th-this is... I mean... My breasts are..."
"Julia mentioned I'm quite good at massages. What do you think, Teacher Illien? Your massage feels incredibly refreshing, by the way...?"
"A massage? Uh, umm... Y-you're very good... incredibly... C-could I ask for a little? I-I can do it well too..."
Guided by Marei's leading words, Illien slowly began to justify her own actions. It's just a massage. That makes it okay, doesn't it? The logic was absurd, yet somehow she was managing to convince herself.
The hands that had been exploring his cock grew bolder, moving with clear intent to pleasure him.
"Aah, that's nice. Teacher. Just like that... Yes... You're very good at this."
Encouraged by his praise, Illien's hands moved faster. Having reframed her behavior as nothing more than a massage, the hesitation that had made her pause now seemed like a lie. She stroked his cock with eager enthusiasm.
"The tip... Aah, it's too much... This is..."
Marei's fingers gently cupped her nipple before slowly raking across it. His masterful touch left her gasping in helpless admiration. The hand gripping the bookshelf trembled in rhythm with the pleasure coursing through her.
"Teacher. This position makes massaging difficult. Your clothes..."
"Y-yes..."
Even as Marei's hand caught the hem of her dress and began sliding it upward, Illien seemed oblivious, still clutching his cock tightly with both hands. He paused in the middle of undressing her and slowly withdrew his length from between her thighs.
"Ah... Aah..."
Letting out a sound thick with disappointment, Illien quickly turned to face him. Her eyes, glossy and wet with need, begged him for more. Seeing her hand glistening with his precum as it reached for him, Marei took a step back. A better idea had occurred to him.
"Would you undress for me, Teacher?"
Her hands, which had been moving toward the smirking Marei, froze. Illien nodded slowly, then gripped the hem of her green dress tightly. Just as she was about to lift it, another request left his lips.
"Slowly. Very slowly. Yes, like that."
Whether from shame or arousal, her hands trembled. Yet she obeyed, gradually lifting the fabric inch by inch, revealing her bare skin.
"Purple panties. And they look like lingerie?"
"Th-this... It's..."
Illien couldn't meet his gaze, her lips moving soundlessly like a student being scolded. Her shy demeanor only encouraged Marei to step closer and press his cock firmly against the soaked fabric of her panties.
"You're this wet already... Are you excited, Teacher?"
"I-I'm... I mean..."
Her eyes remained locked on his massive cock. Each time it nudged her, her body instinctively lowered, pushing her dripping center forward as though begging to be pierced deeper.
Marei drank in the sight of her, now thoroughly steeped in lust, like a connoisseur admiring fine art. The flush on her cheeks. The glimpse of her red tongue between slightly parted lips. Her sharp jawline. Those green eyes, glazed with lewd desire, looking back at him.
"Aaaah..."
When his cock began to pull away, as though finished with her, another plaintive sigh escaped Illien. Marei pressed closer, sliding across her smooth stomach, brushing over her lingerie before slipping his hand inside the drenched panties.
"You have quite a bit of hair here, don't you?"
"Auw... Uhh..."
Illien shuddered with embarrassment. The moment his fingers brushed the coarse texture of her pubic hair and the slick folds beneath, she clutched his hand tightly. Her grip was strong enough to leave marks on his arm, forcing Marei to stifle a groan of pain.
"Take your clothes off properly, Teacher Illien."
Teasing her, Marei avoided touching her pussy directly and instead continued stroking the hair around it. Even as she tried to pull his hand toward her aching center, he simply watched her in silence.
"I'll... take it off... So..."
Her hands left him and returned to the half-lifted dress. Trembling with excitement, she began pulling it higher. The dress rose slowly, revealing her toned navel. When his fingers encountered no resistance, Marei stroked the area around her belly button more deliberately.
"Th-that tickles..."
"Not even a trace of peach fuzz? Did you shave?"
Illien shook her head. Her hands had stopped moving entirely, as though inviting him to enjoy her abdomen further. He rubbed his cheek against the faint lines of muscle there, then circled her navel with his tongue. She let out a small, ticklish laugh. The hands gripping her dress shook violently.
Lost in the pleasure of his skilled caresses, Illien didn't even notice his hand sliding beneath her skirt. She closed her eyes and let out a sweet, dreamy sigh.
"Uhu... Hehe... Ungh...!!"
"You really don't have any hair at all."
"N-no, I really... Hiiit!!"
Suddenly his fingers slipped inside her panties. Illien clutched his arm and leaned heavily against him. Marei continued stroking her thick bush, comparing it to the smooth skin of her abdomen. Was this what embarrassed her? He felt the urge to torment her even more thoroughly.
"You have so much here, yet you claim you didn't shave?"
"Ung... I-It's true..."
While his fingers played with the coarse curls, Marei lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. The curiosity that had once sparkled in her green gaze had vanished, replaced by pure, hazy desire focused entirely on him.
"You shouldn't lie to me, Teacher Illien."
"I-It's true... Really..."
Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at him. Marei kissed the corner of her eye and released her chin. Yet his other hand remained inside her panties, gently stroking her as though petting soft fur.
"Keep undressing."
"Y-your finger is... inside... Ung..."
Squelch.
Marei's hand moved noticeably against the fabric of her panties. Illien bent forward, letting out another ragged breath. The lifted dress caught on his wrist.