“‘And of final note in the progression of failures…!” A squeaky balloon shrieks out with faux indignation within a boy’s mind, not at all like a bell-like voice that ground him down earlier. “‘2504) having made light of a lady’s leakage, and partaken of degenerate inspection thereof with both mouth and tongue as earlier listed, property returning in accordance with rightful possession even if THOROUGHLY UNWANTED now, still, REFUSING TO PERSONALLY WASH FIRST A LADY’S SWIMSUIT BEFORE HANDING IT BACK BE DESPICABLY UNGENTLEMANLY!’”
Rocking silently in his hammock, extending his hand now toward the image of a petulant lunar succubus blankly staring at him with rage nestled in her just-cleared-by-orgasm heart, Adris lowers his tone for Rantil’s benefit.
“‘A gentleman, am I, yet rendered defenseless by your… womanly outburst of pleasure.’”
“‘PLEASURE, IT BE NOT! DISTINCTION INHERENT…!’ Lunamatons don’t pee, poop, or cum their innards to outtards! It was a lie, a delusion, it’s SIMPLY NOT in their original design specs! A lady CANNOT POSSIBLY EXPLODE, Crossbearer! Only Mutt-Mutts do that! Kol and Neesiette, are they the Explosion Sisters!?”
After being struck by it, it’s taken an unknown number of hours to both wake up and recover any feeling in his body.
Numbness remains despite mirth replacing much of it.
(Who knew that Neesiette’s fluids could carry so much of her power out with them? Even touching the swimsuit she threw off in a tizzy was prickly until she finished recovering her ‘radiation’ from it.)
But she’d taken it with her to put back on; for, he’d laid the challenge at the end.
(‘Wearing something elvish as beautifully as you do is bound to cause consternation. You shouldn’t wear it, or else the elves will complain.’)
In a straightforward way of attempting to talk her out of it…
“‘Complaints, DENUNCIATIONS, LEVY THEM! Made more perfect by this lady, all shall witness and despair.’ KYAHAHAHA! And… and then, as the BIG MAN HIMSELF, you said…!”
“‘… hah, such ambitions you have my lady. Unsatisfied by only my defeat, my mortal anchor that is a boy’s heart is what you’ve now tempted, isn’t it?
To dare, to dream… Empress of Black Skies?’
Rantil, how would you rate that face she made after?”
Puffing up her cheeks, her shining violet eyes shaking with the perfect mixture of rage and embarrassment, it was when Neesiette planted her tiny hands over Adris’ mouth and heaved all her weight onto his face that he truly felt like their perfect moment was over.
“Kyahahaha! 10/10, maybe 11/10 if you’d actually suffocated!”
“So sad, that my suitor wants a wedding and a funeral.”
If Lunamatons could cry, this mistress of his would’ve shed an ocean after Adris’ “true personality” reasserted after waking up to find her sulking beside him quietly. That she was naked to his eyes that see through elvish garments, and still leaking white droplets from between her legs, made it all the better despite being at her untender mercies since he couldn’t move.
(Your alabaster skin was shining so healthily~.)
The price for his ‘joke’ was the endless list of grievances and a crippling tiredness that afflicts him even now.
“For all the L-A-D-Yness, she sure does enjoy the L-E-W-Dness just like the rest of us~!”
“Don’t be mean, Rantil. After all, I… no, we are responsible for corrupting her… I think?”
“Is this blame or thanks?”
Taking another sip from the moody, effervescent fruit drink of unknown origin left for him hanging also beside the hammock, Adris ponders that.
This crystal glass and starchy cakes left for him, these smells having lured him by their far reach. They can only be tributes of elves or spirits for the wonderful show he presented!
Adding his own hidden stimulant to the drink, one obtained from the slayers and mixed with Still’s own concoction, revitalizes his libido that was drained.
(Neesiette is… very informative! Sexually so. But, I can’t let her be the last girl for today…)
“A little of both. She’s insatiable, isn’t she?”
“Rantil thinks that the L-A-D-Y does protest a bit a lot, demanding so many promises that you’ll ‘behave like she wants you to’~.”
“Yes, I am in her care.”
Within Adris’ shadow and having a good time belittling Neesiette, Rantil’s joking tone turns sourer. “Just like a certain man-boy, making a fifty-page love story out of enjoying your dick pummeling her deeeeeeep inside. Hiding the fact that she liked the ‘boy’ more than the ‘man’ tonight~.”
Adris stretches in his hammock at that comment. Amazing describes the sex completely; but, a part of it also felt… illicit.
“Neesiette didn’t start with these feelings, and never… ah, ‘tested’ her sexual proclivities and… functions? Before the perfect hunk that is me, she’d had no chance to… perhaps, play with scenarios that might be not accepted by society.” It feels like his guts are twisting at the idea of saying too many cruel things about a… woman who had just expanded her ‘perfection’ to fit him into it.
(Neesiette, how much of how you act is an act? If little of it is…?)
Adris’ heart skips at that thought.
“If she really likes it, she should say more. Felt rote? Who cares what Adris thinks, talk it up, make it feel right MORE! Being complicated is fakey, a bit?” Rantil nudges him in his mind, and a flash of mixing concern and disdain for Neesiette splashes over his satiation.
“A… bit? Just a bit. Rather than fake, she thinks her ‘rules’ will bring me to her arms. Make me ‘right’! And who am I to deprive her of that chance, Rantil?”
Adris wants to simply have been overwhelmed; to give in completely to the sex, but when she became eager to “teach” him it unlocked so many unnamed motes floating in his Inner Expanse.
(I don’t know what to do…!)
But that uncertainty isn’t painful like it was in the manse with Falke.
A hundred feet below is one of any number of wide lakes of rainbow colors, and in the distant gloom lies…
“Her love has a ‘right way’, Rantil, so her personal show with all its flair is what must ensnare me onto that path.”
(… and I don’t care! Neesiette gave me a near-perfect session of milking my semen until empty! Hahahaha!)
No pain exists right now, only bemusement and a sense of future horizons being as infinite as the great world tree that Adris hangs within. Even the thought that he was dead after she exploded is only a slight lasting fear of that insensateness returning.
(Neesiette is going to be my tutor from now on! Zennia, women, sex, and especially herself, I will be taught! Ahahahaha!)
A great man again had the wayward creation of a literal moon god.
Clenching his hand, Adris feels strength in the smaller fist that he’s only now starting to get used to.
“Lotta roundabout to say ‘fake’, Adris.”
“Fake? No, Neesiette is just like you, Rantil.”
“… Huh?”
“She just flaunts! Plays up her audience. Has… over-read a bit the… uh, flowery poetry of leading on men.”
“… How is that… like me…?” Rantil’s cheeriness vanishes, but Adris is too into his conclusion.
“Explanation needed? It’s that you’re always acting like an innocent girl, but really you’re an unrepentant sex addict, right? Don’t wanna scare a guy off, so you use the ‘Rantil this, Rantil that’ to lure him in, yeah, then that’s where you sucker him into pounding you guilt free?”
It’s privately reassuring that Rantil has kept that faux innocence. To be sure by this point, even Adris has to consider it…
“Hah, just like me!”
(Being charmed by a girl isn’t awful! Makes me feel like a dirty uncle. Strange, but gratifying that I still have ‘youthful attraction’. Aside from Still and Lycia’s acting, probably Rantil’s is the most like mi—
Eh?)
A coldness deeper than the world tree’s still air seeps into Adris’ bones.
“…
… Rantil’s… play is not…! Rantil has…!”
With it, a paradoxical elevation of his heart rate despite the cold, and the urge to hiccup coming from his chest that feels tight?
“Never even once ‘ACTED’!” Rather than the cutesy voice that should be just a facade, a squealing cry like an angry, struck cat’s hisses into Adris’ mind.
Suddenly, Adris feels as completely alone as he’s always been externally.
Once enjoying the swing within the great nothing where only still winds sluggishly breeze through, Adris is stuck in mid sip of his drink that hasn’t managed to actually sate his thirst yet.
The only impact of wetness slides down his cheek, a tear shed without him contributing.
(Rantil wasn’t acting cutesy?)
Adris sits up, staring out over the assorted colors of this fantasy branch land as if his rightness of heaven and earth has crumbled.
(That’s… ‘Super-Sweetie Rantil’ was actually just HERSELF this whole time!?)
It should be beneath his concern, but Adris can’t swallow with his throat lodged by sudden self-loathing.
If this should be important, then he can only say the remedy for his possible mistake now!
(How could I have possibly known you weren’t being fake!? You’re… playful as a girl, but not one at all when you say ‘dick’ like it’s your favorite flavor! It’s… really disconcerting to have an imp, demon, allip something BE naturally bratty!)
But, it’s not something he wants to say, or admit, that he missed understanding, since it feels just as stupid as…!?
“I…” Despite wanting not to so much that his teeth might crack from grinding, he struggles.
“Sorry.”
“For what?”
Adris’ spirit jumps from his body when his whisper earns one back.
To not show that, he slowly falls back into his hammock to stare up at the new ghost melting up from the emerald leaves above.
“Not gifting more jewelry. How do elves feel about bells?”
(Kol got a collar, so why shouldn’t you!?)
Slithering down the wrapped vines that hold his hammock to the larger branch above, the overly-bound elf still wears her binding, frilly swimsuit. It’s a psychological temptation that she does for this Adris who has yet to unwrap her, but she is all smiles as she nods unknowing of his rekindling hunger.
“Kin love bells! Ours of silver have no cores. The wind plays in as it wants to jingle and jangle.”
“But not when you want to be hidden or haven’t been noticed.”
“Yes?”
(Cheating creatures!)
Because only “elvish” will do, no warning will be tied to this one’s tail. Adris calms as the seemingly weightless Ave hangs off the vine near him. She continues to grin at him with eyes that say there’s more on her mind. An oddness about her passivity bugs Adris, for usually Ave would be burning up with open questions.
“Enough of bells.” Where her mind goes is Adris’ route to decide! “How was my little trick?”
“Let’s see…?”
Rather than blushing, Ave swings her snake length around so that she can deftly pilfer a starch cake. Munching on it with a slight grimace of disappointment while Adris waits, the elf finally laughs at him.
“You really are a consummate trickster!”
(Enough about me: how do YOU feel?)
“If it costs a lady a bit of pride to have others share her truths as the swimsuit showed, I am willing to make that sacrifice.” Because Ave won’t give up any of her true thoughts and stays placid, Adris decides to flaunt in hopes of more. “I needed her to be witnessed.” Emphasizing that with strain on his voice, Adris plays up for Ave’s own passion with his usual swinging hand. “So that nobody misunderstands her from now on, that she’s passionately human. The woman I covet is no doll.”
(Certain words produce certain heartache!)
“Neesiette really is pretty, isn’t she?” Ave dodges that envy! “Not much bigger than a kid? But she tries so hard to be a lady, so I guess looking TOO beautiful feels more natural when she tries too hard at it!”
Adris scans his other favorite woman of four for signs of deceit; but, only a deep sigh and a forlorn glance away mark any negative pathos.
“I’ve been with Neesiette for far longer, and never shared as many important words as you have since meeting.” Melancholy instead of raging, Ave puts the cake down and then folds her hands over her chest. “If I were…?
If I’d known Neesiette was just a girl like the rest of us, I wouldn’t have said mean things. Everything she said back, it’s fair that I kept feeling slapped by her!” Ave moans in agony, only staring out over the sky lakes. “Anyone smarter wouldn’t have taken her word for being JUST a doll, and by now could’ve been her friend like you are… right, Adris?”
(Huh?)
Some lengthy self-denunciation with praise for Neesiette wasn’t what was wanted.
Even lunging at Adris to just keep aggressively kissing him would’ve sated his need for Ave to pine for the same closeness that Adris just achieved elsewhere.
“… She… wouldn’t have been easy to reach without certain tricks like earlier.”
“Only someone that can love others easily would put up with that girl enough to try~.”
(Easily?)
Denying his own efforts clenches his hands, but Adris’ mood is shifting dangerously without a guide to Ave’s own when returning to a mild insult.
“To reach everyone’s heart, it takes Adris.” Ave beams at him in an overly serious way.
(Well, congratulating me is also…?)
“Only a being who will become anything that’s needed to reach deep within a person, aiming to free their locked heart, could’ve reached Neesiette.”
Adris freezes all movement, idly watching Ave as if he misunderstood something.
“It was just a minor trick, showing off her body that I think is…?”
“Trick? That wasn’t your real trick.”
“Ave, it’s rather small…?”
Before Adris can protest, Ave slithers around to slide into the hammock on top of him.
Drained and dry as he is it’s still a cascade of good feelings when her muted swimsuit grazes over his nipples!
“But you’re not small. Pretending to be a kid has been a good jape, though!”
“Pretending?” Adris’ hot blood turns cold even as his hands automatically slide over her butt. Keeping a congenial smile, he tries to laugh it off. “Maybe it is easier to let this boy be her foil than to do so myself, but…?”
“What a joke you keep up! Adris, we both know that you’ve never been a boy like you said with Big Sister Lycia!
Not now, not before, not ever!”
Happy to say that, Ave’s certainty is also a cold blade at Adris’ throat.
A million permutations for why this seduction could’ve been unmasked flows through Adris’ mind; but, in that brief moment of considering, not even a brilliant conman can say why the plucky, doom-bringing chew-toy that is near enough to kiss has seen through his lie.
“… Does my form no—?”
“It’s easy to take up a guise for you, far easier when it’s to play a trick!”
Unmasking him should make Ave furious; yet, her conspiratorial smile only deepens.
“From the very start, even before, you’ve always been tricking us!” Adris’ soul is flaying, but this girl is happy for it!
(What!? I don’t… understand! How even is this… AVE even so sure!?)
An elf has returned to her ancestral home, and her other powers have grown so much.
Why shouldn’t her mind also grow bigger?
That slap of the obvious reality is where Adris’ remaining body heat is stolen, and maybe she is the one who steals it as Adris lingers in silence wondering what other talents have awakened in her.
“… Every time love has happened, Adris was perfectly someone out of a fable.” After whispering, Ave rolls off of the hammock.
“The world tree’s darkness is not what should be, an impossible falsity here where only light may shine.” Wind without any chop caresses Ave while her huge form floats beside him.
“Only one such as you might unmake the lie. To where Shaded Shadow might be strongest… will you journey with me?” She extends her hand with confidence. With absolute trust, despite glowing so strongly in his mystic world that she appears to be inhuman!
(As if I can say no!? You’ve already… called me a total liar!)
Even being thought of as one has his heart pounding!
That Ave would no longer believe in his power, to think that he’s only a “trickster”, to…!?
“Together…!” She yells that word, then shakes her extended hand with hurry.
“There’s no reason to fear.”
(Is this my last deal? Already?)
Taking up Ave’s hand, the wind that buoys Adris sings no praise for him. It’s totally dependent upon Ave’s whims when they soar off.
(No, she’s bluffing, or she wouldn’t be going off alone with someone as dangerous as I am! There’s no way she could know! I have never given away a single tell!)
Deeper and deeper and ever darker, toward the nearest black blot at the heart of the rainbow of lakes they descend. Toward where the green and blue waters merge, where the murky origins begin, Ave chooses where the branches cluster.
When the sky is not so great between the great tree’s limbs, Adris for the first time feels pinned in enough to produce an itch of fear.
“Being alone” is the creeping dread that climbs Adris’ spine to suppress his incredulity.
The trees grow more wizened; the leaves turn to dying colors; and the shadows that are silent as the world tree ever is seem to whisper.
(What is this, a shakedown? Trying to scare me!? Try a lot harder.)
Upon the lake again, these waters glow green and blue on each side, while the vast flat lake in the middle is a cyan that fills one with thoughts that question the integrity of all others.
Even the boat that serves as Adris’ personal conveyance isn’t above reproach.
Tracing over its scales, all of the hateful questions keep needling that have the same severity as Cethran’s once did.
“The wind of the tree doesn’t listen here. It’s separate, isolated, longing. A pure white that would make the heated sun jealous, that is what the waters must return to being to cure that.”
But Ave doesn’t have questions, only more certainties that don’t reflect off of the lake’s surface. Instead, the cold burning stars of Ysanne that tunnel through its thick branches are the only sights not obstructed by the thicket surrounding the lake.
(Are they not stars…? Even if Ave thinks me fake, I’m still treated as a king!)
Rising up and down through the waters, the claustrophobia that Adris has never before suffered is inflicted by this maze of thorny wood. It has him laying obediently upon the serpent’s tail of the “dragon” that he flew in on. Smaller branches that religiously pulled away to avoid her make the divine feeling of her hands running over his usually limber pectorals a balm against the fear.
“Shaded Shadow is a place where the light reaches without the dark departing. None could miss its creeping up, but none would follow here to witness it, too.” The hidden watchers who likely trailed them before abhor the gloom all around that Adris can’t see through.
So long as Ave is present, Adris is secured, so he only loses an eager audience.
(Why are you being so sweet on me if you’re not being watched!? She gets off on being ashamed, so why is she…?)
Again he asks in his mind what her angle is, though he only stares up into the calm face of nature’s beauty. Ave’s angular cheeks are blushed, but Adris’ perfect reading of her thoughts blank when considering how quiet she is except to state truths about the world tree.
“Branches drink upon the [First Truth of White], banishing any growing shadow from within. ‘Singularity’ with oneself and all others should be what kin know, but instead they feel… apprehension.
This is the question you wanted me to answer, so I’m going to try.”
Without a lewd attraction, small fingers tempt his skin with strokes, presses, and pulls. No true skill plays at his hidden muscle tightnesses. Ave just tests new ways of massaging with her human body above his while her supple, soft coils align with his resting posture. Adrift atop the lake on Avenalliah, that she’s a land snake is made a lie when the water doesn’t make her wet but instead becomes an obedient cushion for her to mold into a bed for him.
Adris can only circle his hand in the cool water below through a gap in her coiled tail, lifting up to watch the cyan droplets fall off; feeling the paranoia course through him when she rubs her hands up to his forehead and innocently smiles upon their gazes meeting.
“Does it feel good?”
(Surely this snake wants something!? When has… an AVE been proactive?)
But that disdain for her cowardliness is weighed down by his growing amusement when his thoughts abruptly change from her rubbing beneath his chin. The snake elf giggles when he reflexively sighs, then asks again.
“Maybe that especially~?”
A rub up his jaw that tickles renews into shifting her upper body so that Ave can take up his hand and massage between his fingers.
“Here always feels nice for me.” Where the scales on her neck would be is where she rubs his.
(… Ave is trying to seduce me to beat Neesiette.)
It’s the only explanation that clarifies, for such fawning behavior is usually what Ave expects aimed at herself.
(Ave took it personally, did she, when I said that she didn’t know what to do?)
After twenty or so minutes of this preferential treatment, Adris has had to force adherence to his suspicious nature. Ignoring the growing comfort that comes not only from soft hands but from the bed that his woman has become, Adris shakes his head and scoffs.
“They should do something about it.”
“Is it something they could resolve?”
She asks that of Adris with a seriousness that makes him believe she expects he knows how to. When her hands start moving again, her next question beats his.
“What is happiness to you, Beloved Returned One?”
(At any other time, it’d be you! But…)
“Is your happiness… brought out by these strange leisure clothes you created?” Returning her hands to her breasts, Ave rubs over the binding swimsuit instead of caring about the delicious mounds. “Do they bring out what you see within us?”
(What is with Ave!?)
Adris cannot deny that she’s right, for her swimsuit glints darkly when her hands touch it. The last of the worn swimsuits for Adris to experience their truth of, and the means by which Adris can experience some essential nature of Ave blossom into rapturous pleasure with him as the cause, it also defies being read when he tries to comprehend the matte fabric and why it completely encases her.
Still, it has begun to darkly shine, so his answer is near.
Being silent too long with his thoughts and only staring up at her with a blank face, it’s Ave’s next question that is quieter that truly gets to the heart of all things.
“If you had nobody else’s desires to discover and answer… what would you want?”
A question like that is not permitted, because Avenalliah Aurmaris shouldn’t be asking something so philosophically profound of a man who has been called a partly shadow creature!
“To keep fooling those consumed by Greed! To have the world I want be before me instead of the Alchemaster’s mansion.”
When Ave stays placid, even humored while lowering herself to rub his head, there’s no guidance for Adris on how to proceed.
(I wanted to open Neesiette up to the pleasure she rejected! With Kol, I think… it would’ve been to remove her ambitions, maybe to make her feel something free of contest and ego…!?)
“Bold as thunder… how Rouvenor might say. But, you don’t right wrongs the same way.” As if she believes his answer is deeper, she asks something personal.
“Tricks always seem to be your way, and you use them so often because… as master of tricks you can make real your hope of ‘better’. Deceitful, but not treacherous, right?”
(You’re damn right! Ah…?)
Ave nods when Adris only tenses up and stares harder.
“And that’s why you’re always acting the right way at the right time for the future. For Kol, you can only be the strongest force in the universe, one that she can never beat. Maybe now she’s found what she really wanted.” As if knowing that he wished to degrade Kol solely for the pleasure of rebuilding her better, Ave rubs his forehead.
“I… think that Neesiette has always wanted to be a teacher, even if she doesn’t know it. For her, you’re that lost boy who needs her to save him from his own powerful Fate…?”
Shifting her coils while Adris dreams of the bittersweet future where Neesiette’s awakened sexuality perhaps consumes him with her growing enthusiasm, the snake elf lets the silence of this dark place endure with her question trailing off.
(She helped make the swimsuits! She must know that they unveil something about the wearer. Even I… might…?)
Adris wants to leave when feeling the slick swimsuit he wears, even if he’d lose all esteem. The impending weight of what this demure, giving snake elf might want from him after realizing he invested so much into desiring to know more about them is crushing!
“I am everything that is powerful! Of course I’d BE everyone, and everything, that is mighty.”
(She’s questioning my metaphysical knowledge of my team! I can’t let her know that I’m only grasping their personalities as often as I can!)
Ave’s damnable massage continues after his claim, her work making it dubious.
“All shall misunderstand my rule, but still fall before it…”
Her coils are a wave below his back and butt and legs, always coaxing him slowly to slumber.
“You sought my aid, and I won’t let you forget what I’ve gifted.”
(I’ve done everything for you idiots! No, not idiots, just… always throwing my plans into chaos!)
“Don’t dig too deep into what you cannot possibly comprehend about me. It will only harm you to discover my true nature.”
Give up, don’t see it; stop being so perceptive, or maybe being prescient.
In defiance of a coiling enticement that doesn’t let up, to question Adris’ very position as “a false god” is the worst attack imaginable that calls for…!
“You’re really a hero.”
“Hero!?” Adris almost gasps that word, for it’s so ridiculous when applied to himself that he even laughs after.
“After raping Echo, Kol’s oldest possession?” Rekindling his possessive streak, Adris reaches up to cup her face when feeling her surety waning even a bit. “And tearing Lycia apart for that chain of gold? All the countless plots I have planned for Petripolis, and the abuse countless others you don’t even know of have felt by my order, all that makes me a hero?” Ave’s kind eyes turn serious again, crystal green widening without tears or fright. “Are you a naive lady like Neesiette is, believing she can save me?”
(It’s better to be feared than to lose all impression! I thought I’d already taught you this, Ave!?)
“… Yes.”
That simple word destroys his entire push, faltering even further when Ave closes her eyes and grins.
“The hero does the greatest good he can. Along the way, I think that… the legends might summarize how, sometimes, so it doesn’t sound so scary that he won?”
Slithering her tail, Ave’s move to come around Adris to face him sets her up with her head at his waist and has Adris sighing from the feeling of so many sleek scales shifting.
(Snakes shouldn’t feel like pillows!)
“What hero am I, that brings further darkness to the world you want light in? Which one of your knights would wear this?” Jokingly retorting because this whole situation becomes comical to him, Adris’ hands move along his torso to show off how little he wears.
“Not a knight… not a prince… but, still it’s mighty armor, and you also have…!”
Down the exposed weakpoint of his “armor” Ave’s hands move from the cross symbol at his chest to the thong below.
“A heroic weapon.” It’s not the black cross held tight by his thong loop she refers to. Lewd acts are never started by snake elfs: this is a rule.
Defying that former story, Ave gently cradles the erection that is quickly stretching the thong.
(When did I get this excited!?)
Adris’ breathing is quickening, but he can’t bring himself to tear loose from the soft snake tail that he melts onto. It’s glued to him by growing good vibes where he can feel Ave’s blood pulsing through it.
Lulling him deeper when Ave whispers an order.
“Please reveal the hero’s… Sword of Light.”
The elvish language carries magic that splits the thong’s fabric!
Down to his base the stretched thong slides to normal, leaving his full mast exposed to the cold still air.
Adris just stares in disbelief as Ave strokes it once, testing his rigidity before her index finger rubs around the crown.
“Rouvenor’s sword laid waste to enemies of the sun. Many lost so much to it, but many more gained greater!”
Ave’s mouth nears the tip of the sword, but she doesn’t act obscene except to sniff. Then, flick out her tongue to taste the air with it.
“His became the torchlike sun! I don’t intend for my… ‘sword’ to burn the world to cinders.”
“Heroic weapons bring equal harm and good. They often might be considered cursed. Even so, they are in need, too, for someone to…”
Her self-rationalizations about a brutal manly tool extends to once more gripping it.
“… love them, and keep them safe when the hero rests.”
She ever so slowly strokes with a full grip on his dick.
Her swimsuit that seems bland has a rubbery texture that doesn’t feel exceptionally good; but, when she starts jerking him, Adris’ apprehensions fly away.
“Hhhaaah…” Sighing at the pace, Adris’ head that rests on Ave’s tail tip lifts with it so that he can oversee her worship.
“The mightiest of swords. My not-prince’s… long dick.”
Enunciating the word proudly, Ave’s cheeks blush deeply. Shifting her head around when Adris’ eyes go wide at this, she doesn’t act ashamed, but also avoids pursuing any play for her naughty use of the word.
(I’m going… to be seduced by… an Ave!?)
Incredulity mixes with animalistic hunger!
Upon feeling the first tinges of pleasure racing up his urethra at the thought of her claiming him instead of the other way around, a hero’s miracle strikes!
“O-O-Oh!?” Ave gasps in surprise when fumes of night erupt from the heat at the tip of Adris’ dick! Rainbow sparks flare up!
(FIRE!?)
Kicking up out of the growing trance he now notices he was succumbing to, it’s not Adris’ tip that burns, but instead the matte material covering Ave’s hand that stroked her palm over his tip.
Both stare in wonder as the dull colors shine brightly and the frilled, wrapped material unravels!
“Yellow… like the sun!?”
Ave’s question with a kid’s amazement is about the hanging, folded sleeve that her entire hand covering has peeled away from sparkling lights to become. Her healthy skin that glows in the elvish gloom does so again, her hand dazzling as it twists to show that only between her fingers does the swimsuit bind to hold it firmly.
The energizing yellow of the sleeve does resemble the Zennian sun’s rays.
“Your swimsuit is awakening.” Adris states what Ave nods at, her other hand moving to Adris’ dick now.
“Is it this!?” Lightly, oh so gingerly, Avenalliah’s other hand slides her teasing palm over his tip.
The shock of this attack sends another shiver up Adris’ back. With it, a fizzing of rainbow fire races over her palm to sputter out when it blossoms into revealing light!
“…
… You are… a hero…”
The eel-like covering of both her hands magically has become two airy-fabric sleeves of splendid yellow. Almost weightless, they trail like following smoke when she weaves her hands in front of Adris.
(I’m the one activating the intent of the darkness within it!?)
Defying that he’s been thoroughly exhausted by Neesiette, and only kept going by his stimulant and the idle fantasy that Avenalliah might exceed his wildest expectations, he now finds a craving for more to experience if his own dick is the key.
“I’d like to…
No, the greeting I know, this wouldn’t be it? Maybe I should call it the greeting of this village? So that I can discover the essence of your travels their way, Adris, I wish to learn.”
Moving her gaze between his face and the magical tip of his dick that burns her swimsuit, Avenalliah Aurmaris asks for something for the first time by creeping her long snake tongue out to flick softly nearby it.
The “greeting” is so crystal clear.
Adris loafs again on her coils, dropping his arms and staring back with mild disdain.
“You watched Neesiette and Kol lose all their pride, but the whole time what you wanted the most was for it to have been you instead. A horny snake elf lured me out here so that she could lose her mind with even greater pleasures than what they had,
didn’t she?”
Menacing her with his deepest growl possible, Adris cockily posits the full truth of Ave’s every intention.
Nodding once, Ave leaves her wet tongue still tasting the air beside his majesty. Obedient, patient for permission even as she grows ever more forward.
(… Okay, I can’t find a reason not to, even if… something feels off. I’ll figure out what it is she REALLY wants through breaking her mind!)
The moment her tongue was the offer, Adris’ rationality abandoned him so that only the renewed pink infection of his sight, egged on by the constant squirming of a tail beneath him, could flare back up.
(Show me what you can do! SHOW ME WHAT AN ELF CAN DO IN ELFLAND!)
“A hero’s sword is awaiting its polishing, Avenalliah Aurmaris.”