(Every magic sword needs a scabbard!)
A thong parts over that sword. No one else is fit to test herself for wearing it than Avenalliah. Her snaking tongue tip flicks under his glans. The forks press around the frenulum to taste the whole wicked flap beneath.
“Tashtes dif’rent ‘ere!” Ave slurs that happy pronouncement.
“Oh!?” A surging tingle up his back and a sigh is all he betrays for that.
“Before, I was always worried that I’d taste it wrong…” Ave gulps back her extended tongue. “But, now, we’re going to be only ourselves!”
(Being only us is what I want, too. Your weakpoints are mine: I need to understand you girls without failure!)
Only then can Adris address his own failings.
What let the Maidwright steal him away was some comprehension of his true nature spoken along with the words that part the Viscous Veil to summon nightmares.
(… Understand them…)
She licks her lips, the plants a puckered kiss upon the end. A devious slurp after a long smooch cleans the pre-cum off.
“My not-prince’s essence, the first truth is… musky.” Ave’s index finger draws down her flushed cheek and she winces at the flavor; but, her wiggling coils beneath him rock with the anticipation equal to shyness bursting forth.
(… to understand me! I wash regularly, no fishy flavor. Just sweat.)
“Hoo? If you say that about me, should I feel sad that you taste ‘sweet’ to me?” Adris grunts that when the snake elf bed becomes living rollers across his back and butt so she can shift closer.
“Am I really? Do I taste different to you than myself? Not that I…!”
Getting into just the right position means partially submerging her upper human self into the overly blue lake.
“But, I want to know what it looks like from…” She drips coldness upon his extended legs when settling herself upon them, the heat terrible against the lake’s sapping cold.
“Adris, the shadow behind his mighty sword.”
Between her squinting eyes his rigid cock lifts upright, so that she can grin while looking past it to his face.
“Having fun?” Expecting something more erotic, Adris’ mocking question earns a laugh instead of fear.
“Yes! The first time it was scary, the second we were so rushed.”
Innocently vulgar, the snake elf’s concentration moves back to what she licked.
“Now… I feel… very safe. Adris’… dick wanting Ave is nice~.”
(… Ah, then… I can’t complain. It’s not like I can fly off with the wind not obeying even you.)
So, Adris just relaxes.
To truly make them his, he must cease to stain them with his own insecurities.
“If my hands were made free by but a touch, then…? It won’t do for my not-prince to be burned by my liberation, so if we want to quell fire, then…!
Aaahnn…!”
A swinging of expectations hauls back with the heavy feeling of Ave’s long tongue slurping from base to tip in one drag!
(I definitely won’t complain about this!)
Adris swallows a curse of astonishment when it’s only her swooping tongue that moves. Her now-freed, softer-than-elvish-fabric hands plant around his hips as she draws him to her. She slurps him like sweet candy is her current treat.
“Fun, yhesh?” His circumference is crushed by the warm juices she lavishes upon him.
Serpents slither with a curious motion that sidewinds; snake elves produce electric currents by lifting and dropping their magic tongues along their favorite dicks how one might try to start a fire with winding sticks.
“Haaah? You move like you’re trying to ignite it! How can, ooh, you twist like that?”
Aimed toward his face while suspended in the air, her dancing tongue twists instead of his dick. The erotic forked tip regularly draws back like some loop knot being pulled tight, to then slink forward anew.
(I’d thought Lycia was dangerous to unfasten for a licking from…!)
Flashes of how snakes prey flit through his thoughts briefly when the snaking tongue warmly bathes him; but Ave’s tongue retreats just as the fear becomes real to him.
“Like this, hmmphk?” A quick slurp of her lips, then a curious blink about it, Ave’s grin returns when comprehending. “I guess humans can’t move their tongues like that?”
“No, no they can’t. How did you learn to?”
Ave looks away for a moment, guiltily putting a closed fist to her mouth and coughing. “How someone who… wanted to please another could, any way possible? I thought a lot about that, and tried to remember….” The fear subsides entirely when imagining her tongue working much harder, learning more; Adris’ smirking grin in return goads her admission further. “… A long time ago, I… received lessons.”
“From?”
“… someone. Very disturbing ones…”
“So, you remembered one of those nasty lessons to show off to me?”
Calling it nasty makes her both blush and pale.
But her words are faster than shame. “It’s… not nasty if it’s for you I’m doing… naughty things.”
To prove it, she opens her mouth to show off the soaking tongue ready to come out again to play. A bit thicker than a human’s, but mostly slender and long, Adris still wonders where the full length goes to when pulling back in.
“Can I keep doing more?”
(Mine’s a washed and well-behaved young son, eager for a nice girl like you to pamper him!)
“Don’t stop impressing me, Avenalliah.”
“Impressed? You are!?” One word has Ave’s grin going positively toothy before she settles down into the implacable smile of an elvish priestess. “Don’t be, for this fun is only starting~.”
A flash of fangs frightens, however the insanely beautiful forest girl pulls herself up just a bit further over him to plant her lips upon his tip!
“Musht prohtek, thiiissh… haaaammu!”
Ave’s stare is burning hot along with Adris’ tip when it slowly vanishes into her mouth. Red lips tightly grip, distorting her cheeks as she resists entry!
Never do her eyes look away, even when watering! This girl will never bite, even by mistake.
(Ave can, mmmmm! Never harm me!)
Past her tongue which circles like some unseen beast around his length even within, when his tip tastes the back of her throat Adris’ mouth opens to grunt.
“Guh, skillful elf…!”
(She’s… she’s gonna-Oooh, ohhhh!)
With only her mouth as leverage, his dick dragged to angle toward her instead of toward the sky knows only the warm wetness of her throat as he goes down, further, and further!
No inhibition or fright keeps Ave’s throat from visibly expanding. The upturned, worshipful gaze becoming ever softer begs for him to praise how she has hilted all the way to his balls! Saliva drips onto those, overflowing to soak them too.
“Ave!”
Adris buzzes with dominance, unable to withstand grabbing onto her still-wrapped ponytail.
(I’ve never been… this deep!)
Ever deeper, even more, devoured by a snake!
(There’s power in giving permission!)
The totally compliant daughter which nature loves now proves just how much she needed the sum of his musky flavor to overwhelm her usual sweet environmental scents.
Herculean throat muscles drag by reflex to pull him into her stomach, but all that does is milk the part of his length that’s past her esophagus!
“How? So good, but… how!?” Adris yanks on her ponytail when that impulse to swallow him is too much. “You want… my taste this much, huh!?”
A goading groan brings excitement to her teary eyes! “MMmmmph!” Unable to nod, she just chokes on his length with more fervor!
(Hahaha! She has me all the way because she wanted my cock deep down her throat!?)
When Adris’ eyes twitch from shock and satisfaction, her tongue starts rolling over his base. The supreme authority of having a beautiful woman accept him like this rekindles Adris’ passion for understanding Ave.
Why a female would inflict such abuse on herself, there really is only one answer!
(I’m worth it.)
“Bllleeehaaa!” The bent-over beauty carefully expels his cock with her tight throat. “Adrish…!” When his length returns to him drenched, her wrapped tongue pulls out her mouth with it still grabbing.
“… Did… fehl gudt?”
(IT STILL DOES!)
Adris has no worthy words for how her long tongue completely entombs his dick. Needing an answer drives the lusty snake hovering over his dick to slurps off of him like a twisting spool toward his tip. Before too much has pulled free, she envelops him into her mouth anew with a sucking meeting to then snake her tongue downward.
“Strong!” Adris’ whole body jerks toward her. Off of her coils he feels like he’ll fly, following the lightning sensation of the fleshy chain tugging on him!
“Guhd!?” Ave halts in motion to choke that through his dick.
“Keep going.” Adris’ hand to her head pushes without clarifying, pulling her willingly to accept inches of his meat back in to mute her words.
“MMMGH!”
Ave’s bobbing head drops fully upon his length to halfway, eating back her coiled tongue that moves independently of her. In two ways she covets the same taste; only when Ave must withdraw almost fully off his tip, latching onto his glans with her vacuum lips, does her tongue have full freedom to constrict rebelliously!
(Monsters and elves! How could humans hate them when they can do this!?)
An act no one has done, it’s a first for Adris to feel his balls clench tight when Ave’s tongue slips past his base to cup them.
She chokes often to make horrific slurping noises because she never quite finds the perfect collaboration between tongue and throat; however, she keeps staring with the needy, infuriating gaze of a girl desperate to please, so those loud slurches amplify Adris’ own pleasure..
(I can’t shove myself down…! Aaah! Even though I want to…!)
His hand stays to her ponytail, pulling her to follow as he reclines deeper into her tail. Like it’s a leash instead of belonging to her, he runs his hand frequently down the wrapped hair when he must reach to grab what tries to escape with the energy of her blowjob.
(The smell of spice and flowers clings even to her hair!)
Flashes of rainbow smolder in Adris’ sight when his fingers tickle with the need to reveal those scents more deeply, yet they can’t overwhelm the pinkness of the Castillo that has re-infested him!
“Ghhhhkkkdd (GOOD)…?” Slobbering such that only his supernatural comprehension can make the words clear, Adris’ paranoia lights up again when Ave seems to be enjoying how crashed upon her he’s grown.
(Teasing me… are you…!? Damn it, monsters are too good! Gaaah, she’s gonna be… better than Lycia one day if she learns how to concentrate!)
She’ll have to stop crying for that, or maybe learn to cry harder while doing this, Adris isn’t sure; but, her dedication alone deserves the growing pulse of ejaculation slowly building.
Even multiple prior releases with Neesiette can’t deny Adris’ need to dump a fat load past Ave’s perfect face to flood her throat with—!
(Don’t cum so easily, Adris! Make her… work for it!)
Adris tenses up when trying to resist the impulses to. Ave’s needy features grow astonished when he tenses, as if she finally realizes that a long dick is what she’s been sucking on like a baby would his mother’s teat.
“Gwaah… aaah, aaah… Ad-Adris…”
And like it was only a fever dream, the nasty serpent finishes with her tasting. Sucking her long tongue back in, Avenalliah Aurmaris pants while staring at something other than the man who owns her.
(Why quit!? It was good! You were finally good!?)
Not the best, but clearly not the worst.
Did his resistance tip her off? Is she going to make her move now?
She was…?
“Ribbons?”
Ave’s hand joins his on the matte sleeve that once covered her hair. Their fingers loop through her naked strands.
(I can smell her hair now?)
Where Adris’ greedy hands grabbed and pulled upon the middle of the sleeve, this length has unraveled into long orange and gold see-through streamers woven through her released ponytail.
They shine just as her arms’ new sleeves do without truly seeming solid. The naked crystal green locks’ own glow is overwhelmed by this radiance, and Adris’ fingers do indeed pass through the colors when stroking.
(Her swimsuit transformed by touch?)
“Please, the rest!”
“Ah, yes.”
At her request, Adris grabs a hold from the base of her ponytail to squeeze and pull all the way to the tip.
Rainbow fireworks jump from this sizzling, lukewarm contact where Adris feels the pleasure of stroking her. Thick material unravels and explodes!
“It’s floating…”
The magic of the swimsuit leaves her ponytail weightless in the scintillating smoky aftermath. When Ave turns her head, her usually heavy hair slinks around like it too is a green snake. A gleaming yellow triangle with a bar affixed across one end, forged into a hairpiece at the end of her ponytail, is what all strands tie to.
([Alchemical Wind]. What is this swimsuit seeking to show of her true wishes?)
More and more goes out of control, but…
“… You knew… how much, no, how scary it can be.” Ave whispers to herself, then smiles at Adris when he mistakenly reveals suspicion on his face. “Every time, it was…? No one can see. They can’t! I won’t… I, wouldn’t want to be seen like that…” With her freed hands she holds his, struggling to talk as if he might be disappointed.
“You’re safe, Ave. What does this remind you of?”
Though he doesn’t feel it anymore, Adris stares hard with total confidence in his assertion.
(What does this swimsuit represent for you? I have to know to proceed.)
Already she’s shown a bit too much initiative.
For her to be unafraid of him, but also afraid of something unknown, it’s getting quite…!
“…
… Shedding your skin… is really, really, REALLY scary.”
As though she has a million words to describe the experience in excruciating detail, her lonely, hard eyes finally turn back up to reveal a tired expression.
“The times I had to shed were the only ones that being alone was scarier than not. Because it feels like… I felt like I was suffocating. How do you get away from feeling like you’re dying…? Being ‘home’ was worse, because I was… trapped not only there, but by my own body.
But, Adris, you…”
(I what!? Shedding… like a snake would? This swimsuit freed her?)
With hands and bright sleeves waving around, Ave also jerks her ponytail so that it will dance for him, too. Only the gem-studded, earthen bracers that she always wears, even when swimming, weigh her down.
“You make it seem like it could’ve been a fun joke! When I touch you, the tightness is over instantly!”
Spirited now, Ave’s long tail slithers so much that Adris’ backside itches with glee. She rises up over him while staring down with abnormal melancholy!
“I wish you had…”
(Been there for you?)
Adris’ gut churns at the pain she must’ve felt, for it’s as if he feels it himself pressing down…!
(Why am I feeling agitated?)
He shuts out the errant strangeness just before she yells.
“NO!” She shakes her head hard, sending her weightless ponytail streaking left and right. “That was the wind of past, but it blows fresh, anew! ADRIS!” To her out of place shout, the boy can only deeply breathe instead of jumping off of her and into the lake.
“… Yes? Speak clearly as kin would, Ave. Don’t lie to yourself.”
“A challenge!?”
“Yes. A challenge.”
The rambunctious maid defies the gloom all about, glowing ever more intimately like an emerald star upon the lake’s surface when she stares hard and looms over him as a cobra would. Her hands lift angrily, and dainty nails are like claws when she curls them menacingly!
“Then… PREPARE YOURSELF!”
Sharp fangs flash with her face turning furious!
(SHE WAS GOING TO ATTACK ME!? SHE DID FIGURE OU—!?
“… For, I shall now play a trick of vengeance upon you~!”
Smugly smiling after that pronouncement, Ave then slyly bats one eye at him while wiggling her fingers.
(I about shat myself!)
But nothing shows of his immense anxiety, for Adris is in control at all times.
“You?” He scoffs.
“Me!” She cheers.
“A trick?”
“On you!”
“An Ave will?”
“A-ve-nal-li-ah — will!”
From leaving his dick digested by her mouth so much that even her own tail is shining with saliva, to declaring her own intent beforehand when wanting to trick him, Adris finds that every last decision she makes has him chuckling and shaking his head with a growing inability to read her.
“Fine.” Again he releases all tension despite his survival senses buzzing, curious to see what plans she truly has as one hand of his guides her focus to his waiting dick.
“Pull the greatest trick ever on me.”
“THE greatest!” She nods multiple times at that, then runs her hands over her torso. “I… know now what wrong your ‘polished sword’ was meant to make right!”
(She does? Not only obtaining power in Ysanne, but getting cannier too?)
Ave’s free fingers note where the largest frills run up her center. From tail to face, this seam causes her shock when she asks to nobody “It really SEEMS this easy?” in a quiet voice.
Suddenly, she shifts her orientation to place her chin at his dick with a look of comprehension.
“Miss the taste?”
His teasing question spooks her for a moment, then she grins. “I’ll never forget, so I can’t miss it!”
Rather than to her mouth, his sensitive tip slides down her artful neck.
Flares of rainbow burst up when the pleasure of touching upon her only with his cock shoots into Adris’ brain!
“Let’s be shining!”
(Hot!? BURNING, or not!?)
No friction exists when the head is so soaked by her saliva. A wet trail down the matte, dark fabric splits down the front breaks her binding. With arms lifted up to praise the sky, she acrobatically slides up his front to cleave through her swimsuit.
Ave bursts into a solar yellow that back-lights this elvish pose of release!
(Painful…!)
“… Is this…!?”
So bright that he must shield his eyes; so sudden that her exuberant shout smites his disdain when the radiance numbs his plotting mind.
“Ave!?” He reaches through the blinding glare!
(It feels like I’m being bathed in raw aura!)
Eager fingers wrap up his.
“This is…?”
Rays of soft sunlight clad her when he can see once more. Above these immaterial bindings, “clouds” yellowed by those rays float.
“… how you wanted to see me?”
Ave twists while baring the circle sun on her stomach. A fluffy robe of morning orange drapes upon her, slender to accentuate what curves she has, and ending at her arms where the long sleeves wisp open to show off her thin wrists. It refuses to touch her, floating above like the last of the pre-dawn mist does.
Floating even above it, a featherlight cloak of sunlight stretches around her shoulders like a long bubble that glints rainbow depending on the angle it’s seen by. It gives her a graceful impression like that of an Ascended, like the warm sky stays around her at all times.
“Wow! Like Rouvenor’s sunlight blade!”
Neesiette’s swimsuit was only see-through. Ave’s is both translucent and immaterial when she tries to poke through her arm’s robe without it tearing, for only the skin-tight strap connecting from her neck and running down her arm to loop around her knuckles is real.
“But less burning. It’s easy to move in, too.”
It links back to her neck where the holy mithril of elves loops over her collarbone and rides her shoulders. The sunlight anchors to it and the straps from her arms without any burden evident.
(Ave is a priestess of the Solar Ire sect!?)
Bare skin beneath light given form is how they too prayed, and fought by searing the living with the rays they gathered.
Ave lifts her arms and models the sect clothing of another world for Adris as his racing heart burns in the shadow-banishing radiance. Only her long tail is still clad in dark colors.
(Those old bastards didn’t let females in, or I would’ve joined their sect if you were one of ‘em!)
“It’s sort of…?” Ave slides a hand down her breasts where two large yellow rays shine up to her shoulders to hum at her collar. Where she brushes over her breasts covered by the solid light, she hits something that makes her yelp and then stifle a moan.
“… umm, very…?”
That hand then slides past the blazing sun at her stomach to follow the ray that just covers her feminine parts. Another mithril hoop circling her tail is what this lone ray anchors to.
“… kin-like, actually!?” Ave’s timid voice wars with the glossy sunlight burning into Adris’ sight from her fair skin.
“Is this, maybe, what’s ‘sexy’ on Xin?”
The errant yellow glare seems to grab upon his throbbing length as proof of that to make it follow the many which ways she thrashes around. Happily watching her featherlight cloak stay settled just above touching her when she shrugs her shoulders many times, Ave sighs dreamily at the ensemble.
“Wearing only the sun is a mythical goal! Again… you know what others truly want, my not-prince!”
(Shadow-banishing assholes wore the sun! Angry, unsexy ones! It’s not what I would want!)
Swimming is a better option than being fried alive by a sun like Rouvenor’s. Adris pulls tighter to Ave’s coils, glancing about for any close outcropping that he can swim to.
With no wind blowing here for him, he’s trapped like a…!
“Adris, there’s a bit more to reveal!”
(Leave it on!)
Upright Adris is dragged by Ave’s tail against his silent protest. His feet plant into the water when sliding off of her scales, then he becomes weightless when she winds about him.
(Not again!)
He jerks, then shakes when dreading a return of the predator that seized him in the shadow Petripolis of the past upon not being able to burst free. Ave then had been aggressive, nearly insane with fear when tightening up her prey…!
“Adris?”
Around his waist the impetuous girl comes into view from behind. Her tail where the matte covering still clings meets his still erect dick. The majority of her tail coils on the lake, while his body is wrapped up like his dick once was by her tongue with a single loop knot.
“You can’t wait either, can you!? To watch your mightiness banish the—!”
“My excitement is quite high!” The boy’s hands press against the big tail squeezing him. “But, communication is important. Share… bare your soul to me before doing anything.”
(That was said “elf-like” enough, right? If you go berserk, I’ll sink!)
“Communication! It’s what I’ve wanted, too. Let’s talk a lot!” Ave teasingly swoops in to kiss him on the lips. The warmth infects him through his lips, sucking out his ire. Her smile makes mockery of Adris’ skittishness, but he does calm a bit when she continues by softly speaking.
“I… have an idea! How best to shear from top to bottom, do you think?” Ave gestures toward her bound tail, then smugly grins.
“Carefully.” Already comprehending, dreading her immense strength in motion, Adris hisses that.
“Always! But, also, with flair!”
Ave’s waist plants against Adris’ groin. She sighs at the contact, her hands sliding over his abdominals up to his neck.
“… and, probably also feeling good, if for me this…!? Hhnnn!?”
The snake rushes to climb him. Rainbow erupts from the dark material that rubs upon the top of his dick as her tail circles his waist. Upon the bottom of his rod, a rising coil slides up and grinds.
(Shit! Aaaaaahhhh!)
His dick is sandwiched by the snake’s coils, and he suffers one devilishly long polishing of his length by Ave’s entire lower half. The girl herself slides down his back to crawl along the surface of the lake.
“Amazingggg!” His pleasure isn’t the only one felt, though Ave sounds more ecstatic than struck by ecstasy. A dark tail bursts into blinding radiance like a sliced-open firebomb igniting!
Adris holds his breath as this monstrous woman of his lifts him with her unveiling by his body’s aid. The weight that used to tilt him forward to her tail’s end pulls backward by the time that tip slides over his dick to spark and shine, too.
“SHINING!”
“Bright!”
Adris’ sight is ruined by the sudden overexposure.
(Every time she flashes me something hurts! No, pain is…?)
Not the right word, but he’s lost the needed ones when blinking away the flash.
“I never felt beautiful before meeting you.” Ave hisses that into his ear.
Into her arms he’s drawn, facing toward the sky with her hugging him desperately. Adris notices a glow below his gaze, lifting his head to take in the divine spectacle of her tail that starts from beneath his butt to coil like a glowing screw atop the lake.
Pulses of yellow with bursts of orange hauntingly traverse her emerald scales. Similar to the ruffled green caparison she once wore, the floating covering that seems to phase in and out of existence each few seconds spreads many wide moth-like wings down her tail.
(She could fly like this?)
Elves don’t need wings; but, if Ave wore this swimsuit of pure radiance beyond this dark wood and outside of the tree, could she soar then even without spirits to lift her?
Adris stays still, lest the overwhelming sensations of aura unnerve him.
Her tail that was covered was beneath his notice.
“Am I beautiful to you?”
After “unveiling” Adris cannot take his eyes off it when it playfully shifts to stir up the lake’s surface.
“Myths aren’t a match.” Adris rasps that to her demure question, since he has to respond.
“… You, too. The myths of kin that I know to the very last word, they don’t seem as important as every one you speak.”
(Is that… the highest praise she could possibly give me!?)
Freed of the dark, shedding what inhibited her finally, Avenalliah has become the only true source of light in the claustrophobic forest that seems to be dying. Adris cannot see beyond her sphere of presence to be frightened by the wizened, sharp trees. Even distant cold stars’ dread pales compared to the adoration she bathes him in.
“I prefer the story we’re living to the past.” Ave whispers that, then her hands upon his chest pull down his stomach.
(Hoh!? What are you…?)
“This is the tale where…”
Still soaking wet, Ave’s lithe hands tug gently on the head of his dick.
“Where?” Adris jolts at that temptation, but urges it on.
“… after trying so hard for so long…”
Ave releases his cockhead just as lightly as she grabbed it. Beneath Adris, sudden movement rakes sensations upon his back: scaly warmth that moves with quick need!
(She’s moving, but I’m not!?)
Coils prop him up for his legs to hang low into the water. It sucks away the excess heat of his lust that is growing. Around his shins, ankles and feet, he watches the end of her tail wrap so tightly to keep there.
“… absolute happiness is found.”
Ave pokes his chest while looming over him now. Her powerful tail immobilizes and pushes her soft front against him. Her small breasts hidden only by light crush against his chest. Both their nipples are standing up against this chill, striking against each other as Ave rubs herself over him.
“This is… very different, isn’t it?” Ave asks that with a serious, melting expression while staring into his eyes.
(It’s becoming wonderful, and INCREDIBLY WORRYING!)
For Adris’ sense of control has vanished along with any distance between them. A girl’s warmth against his dick makes him arch his back, and Adris gets to enjoy Ave’s firm abdominals eagerly rolling over it once she notices.
“It’s not fair, is it?”
Some foreignness creeps upon Adris.
“What?”
A distortion of his Inner Expanse, it presses upon it with the sensation of touch.
“… That you should offer so much, but not get offered back?”
The poignant way she moans that question, and how her tail tightens ever so slightly in its capture of his feet, causes Adris to lunge for her mouth.
(Why!?)
Ave whips her head away in surprise just as a snake would, leaving Adris hanging with the attempt.
She stares with curiosity at his suddenness that has even him panting with doubt.
(… Why did I want to kiss her so much!? I didn’t think about doing it…!)
She touches his now closed lips, tracing them to his cheek. “You like kissing the most, don’t you?” An epiphany comes to her when Ave’s eyes open wide and she watches his naked anguish at having not tasted her.
(What of it!? Are you going to hold it against me?)
The blue, blue waters ache with their coldness on his feet biting deep into bone!
(I know you want something from me!)
That she might figure something out about Adris is unthinkable!
(You’ll never get it by blackmail or fooling me! Whatever your trick is, it’s not gonna…!)
This… an Avenalliah knowing anything that could be used against him is impossi—!?
“Me too!”
Ave’s long tongue slides out for her to lick his lips. When he startles, but doesn’t resist, she leans in close with blushing boldness.
“More than anything else!”
Softly lapping at his lips makes him open them for her breath to be what he inhales.
“You! I like kissing you, Adris!”
(Huh?)
Simmering resentment remains, but it feels so far away when Adris feels as if he’s levitating. Before he can even speak, her lips are mashing against his.
(Whaat!? What are…!?)
“Mmmmmhaaa! Adrishhhh…!”
“Avvvee…!?”
Two tongues meet without planning to fight when merely kissing like virgins isn’t enough.
“Nnnnaaah!?” Ave is the one who grabs his head and refuses to relent at getting them to play together! “Aveeesh’ tongue! BURNING!”
Hers invades his mouth, but doesn’t go wild as Adris might secretly hope. She enjoys every flick; languishes with every firm press down upon his that his isn’t upon hers; shakes when Adris punishes too much attention by thrusting the tip of his tongue against the meeting of her forked one to repay her aggression!
“HYAAH!?”
“Ave!?”
Meekly the girl pulls away, trails of saliva falling between them.
“… Didn’t know that… your tongue there would feel so good…” Embarrassed by that, Ave lowers the hand hiding her mouth to show off what she means.
“… when you press here…” Her forked tongue waves at him. “It… I feel… really, really tingly in my stomach… the kind of tingly that… makes me a lot wetter, but…”
Rather than Adris giving up some weakness about his predilections, Ave does so by pulling his hand to her honey hole hidden by light.
“… not in my mouth…”
The ray of light projecting southward to cover her precious flower parts when her hand pulls wide unseen lips! For a moment she presses him against this luxurious, submissive texture. With his palm turned toward her, Adris immediately can rub over her labia to enjoy how she jumps at his touches.
“… but, here! You… make me feel what I never could alone.”
(She’s… not tricking me!?)
Adris lunges this time, planting his hands on her head. Massaging her juices into her bound hair, sucking on her lips as her hands clamp back on his head to join in.
“ADRISHHH!”
She moans when he meets her forked tongue to repeatedly prod the end between their teeth. Not invading the other’s mouth, they dance in the space sealed by their lips when they turn their heads and press.
(Oh, fuck it, what was I even worried about.)
For a time, they soak Adris’ chin and cheeks with their noisy kissing. A world of only romantic kissing is a nice fantasy, but the raucous act leaves Adris pushing up against Ave’s stomach as if he wants to gore her with his dick.
“Hard… so hard!” Ave pulls away to finally breathe. “I can’t… haaah, leave you suffering like this, Adris…” Panting over him, her neediness has Adris wondering who got a trick played on whom; but, the question is still open when Ave’s hands come up to her breasts to sink into the living sunrays.
Adris’ eyes widen with obvious desire when two rays become four separated ones to leave exposed pink teats for him to taste.
“You can bend light?”
“The sun doesn’t hide what we want, it reveals it, my not-prince.” With teats so erect that they demand his tongue bully them, Adris nearly drags her up to do so before she asks a question.
“Do… you like them, even if there’s not much to hold?”
“I’ve already answered…?”
“You, Adris.”
How she stresses the “you” and the way she curls her smile when his response started dismissively tickles Adris’ paranoia; but, when her tail around his legs massages them, basting his mind with the friction of every individual scale in motion, he feels an answer from within burst out.
(Who cares how big tasty tits are as long as they’re mine to suck on!)
“Every day, every night, I’ll demand a taste, Ave! So don’t bother trying to hide them.”
An answer like this is madness, especially given their party dynamics, and Adris immediately wants to retract his yell.
(Say something colorful, not idiotic, Adris! She’s an elf, lead her like an…!?)
Ave’s expression goes blank with shock, then squirms back into an uneasy, shy grin before she nods once and halts Adris’ self-recriminations.
“… Okay.”
Then twice, then many more times she nods before she leans in to deeply kiss him.
(SHE AGREED!?)
“I’m glad you want to…”
But she doesn’t offer that taste, instead pulling herself up further against him. Her face is beside his, and they share heavy breaths as Adris feels the grip on his legs firm its leverage.
“But, we made… mmmm, a promise we have to keep.”
“A promise? You mean, in the manse?”
Adris’ dick sloshes against wetness briefly as she struggles to line up, nodding without speaking!
“Ahhh. Yes, there was a promise made. Then…” Because he’s had so little to say to bully her with, Adris asks this.
“You can’t wait any longer at all, can you?”
“… I can’t…!” Ave pleads with her batting eyes for a miracle.
(Neesiette? No real sleep? Moving only because of stimulants at this point?)
The warmth of the promise alone straightens his spine.
Then, his dick that was softening spires with thanks!
(Not even a challenge, since I’m a man who never says die! What better way to learn Ave’s true self as it’s being revealed by the swimsuit than by making her squeal!)
He clamps around her back, his hands ready to aid her.
“… NO!” The elf maid’s voice lowers as she growls and pops his arm to shake him loose.
After a moment of incredulous staring between them, Ave frowns. “I will make our promise real.” Adris stays stone stiff, prompting Ave to follow up with…
“Your happiness is mine to discover.” Saying that in her elvish dialect, Ave’s pupils constrict with sudden sensation they share.
(Oh!?)
In motion even now, Ave takes hold of her destiny and lines it up by herself.
(Ave will lead!? This really is a fantasy!)
“Mmmmnnn!” Positioned at her entrance, Adris’ tip is already liberated from the cold. Her pussy’s wetness is third only to Neesiette’s and Kol’s. The pure want of a woman for her man lubricates what feels like a virgin’s slit again when she tests pushing him in.
“We waited so long that I… my… pussy doesn’t remember how to ‘greet’ you.”
“Haaah… because it had meaning to wait.” A brief exchange of words even at the cusp of sex is very “Ave”.
“Every moment, every time I look at you… I see your face over mine, wanting me, needing my…!” Her need is plain with the fastness of her heartbeat, but still she plays up the importance of it.
“I never wanted to keep you away. I just… I’d fail if you stared at me any longer. I’d… beg for you to…
be in me…!”
(This is it, isn’t it!? Our first time, then nothing but foreplay was pretty awful, wasn’t it? I will apologize, eventually.)
Ave’s caressing tail prompts just as much pleasure as her sodden pussy that spreads to let his head inside!
Remembering their experience makes Adris wish he’d woken her at camp in the Castillo’s garden and plundered her then!
“Should I have broken our promise? Come to you as you slept and…?”
Ave shakes her head wildly, dismissing what the heat in her gaze says might have been acceptable.
(She dreamt of it!)
“It’s in! Even a bit… I’m… this whole time, I wanted this so much that I was scared of getting it!”
“Ave! You made this happen. Have me.”
“I can, now!? To wait…!”
Using her as a cushion makes no sense, because the tail that comforts him is Ave herself. So close to the promised land of being within her, it’s wrong to treat her as some kind of chair.
“To perish every night without your touch, waiting was… worth it, right!?
This woman waited, pined for him every moment, rejected every other temptation to be his.
(Somehow, I kept myself from fucking this delicious elf of mine until now! How did I!?)
“Prove it, Ave. Now, this moment.”
“Prove it?” Confused by that demand, Ave then nods, blinks her eyes. “Yes…!” And lazily reaches down to kiss him.
With her whole upper body pulling down to impale herself deeply, both of them tilt their heads back out of their kiss to shudder at the end of their self-imposed exile!
(By the Ascended, she’s just as tight asaaaaHHHH!)
After a brief moment of staring at nothing, Ave moans. “Hhaaaah! Gaah! So, so, soooo big…!” Ave’s tongue scrapes his lips as she moans his praise, and Adris, too, unleashes a few words of praise. “You’re the… tightest woman I’ve ever held!”
“Adris! Adris!” Without grace, Ave’s pussy keeps plunging his throbbing dick further to open herself bit by bit. A horizontal slide rushes with such animosity that her lacking boobs almost mash into Adris’ face, their joining proof that…!
“It was worth it! More! Please…! Aaaahn!?”
“Ave! You’re so alive inside!”
“A thousand… days… nights, every passing Turn…!” Ave’s sloshing tunnel finally gives up its restrictions. As deep as she wills it to be, Ave’s inner muscles squeeze irregularly when she begins to truly enjoy their fucking by hammering him to the end of her youthful tunnel. “Haaah, I wanted to… feel this closeness again! I wanted sex! Sex with… Adris…!”
(Worth it! Yeaaah, worth a second… virgin love…!)
As if it is their first time all over again, she wraps her arms around him so tightly that he can only be used by her. Both are in motion now, for Ave slides upon him while he rides her wiggling tail that seems to have lost its composure.
“Is this what… haaah, you wanted, you shameful elf!? Watching my pleasure with… others!?”
(Your jealousy!?)
“YES! I wanted this!” Ave’s tongue meets his out in the air. “Thick sword…! Manly, piercing, heroic! Affection, I wanted… HYAAH! It even more!”
Lewdly they exchange saliva in the open, her tongue extending when she settles his cock deeply against her cervix, then growing shorter when she scoops it back up.
(Jealous, envious, or just lewd!?)
A new kissing game has Ave getting wilder with her thrusts, bold with how she also gyrates left and right to rub her stomach against his.
“Adris! Why ish your cock sho good!?”
(I love that question!)
“Because… an elf’s pussy is magical!”
“… Mine ish…!?”
“Of course! You’re kin! Hooh! The first and finest… made to please a false god’s cock!”
“Kin aren’t so lewd…!” Ave moans that, but her tongue keeps entwining with his without rejecting that truth!
“Then you’re… the lewdest of all kin, Ave!” Resistance has no more place when Adris succumbs to her coils to let her prove that goading insult.
“… May-Maybe… I am…” His back is molded to by them as support. With no input from Ave likely given the franticness of how she claws at his back, Adris has no other truth to admit but this one…
(She’s gonna get… aaaaah! What she wants!)
“I’m sorry I’m so lewd…!”
Resistance degrades further when she involuntarily tightens inside, and Adris feels his tip get milked harder on pulling out!
“Nnnn! Ave, sorry you are…? But, milking me!?”
“Good!? That… felt good for me, so I’m…! Your… sword is a perfect fit, so I don’t want… let it leave…!”
“Haah, haaah, you were made… for it!”
Ave’s kisses grow heavier, more mind-melting! “Do I make it safe… inside me!?”
“… Ahh… yes…!”
Whatever she is bribing him to obtain, it’s a sufficient exchange!
Even if she has the skill of a teenager, the franticness of her pursuit for pleasure has its own novelty. It’s made more appreciated for the fact that she finally seeks it herself!
“I want… eeyaah…! To be… your… haaah, eternal… scabbard…!” Ave’s already luminous intensity grows brighter.
Adris feels he’s at the heart of the sun when feeling…
“… Feel…! Heart, yours! Ave’s, Adris’! Together…! Banishing sadness!” Some poetry rushes through Ave’s mind, for she tries to share it despite how slovenly she’s turned and how nakedly she tries to tell him of her passionate needs with bright eyes staring.
“Banishing boredom with sex!? Feeling ecstasy together… do friends do this!?” Adris finishes for her with a smug grin, earning a yelp as he bucks up into her.
“No!
More than friends… finally more…!
In paradise we’ll make…!” Kissing again, Adris thanks Neesiette for clearing his dam earlier. The eager energy Ave feeds to him has its own attractive loosening of his usual stoic vitality.
(A lady rides me, but… oooh, a priestess communes with my cock!)
“I love… your taste!” Ave licks his neck, using a word that girls usually keep close.
“Ave!?” Not only does it tickle, but it leaves the skin tingling after.
“Did you know…? Small things, haah, I don’t like… often… naaaah!” Ave gyrates harder, assuredly to apply pressure to her own clit by the way her mouth opens wide to moan.
(Hnngh, do you not normally like me!? Is “Fimbo” what you really…!?)
Suspicion flares back, but she keeps rambling. “Big as… like I am, I always don’t fit… but, if I can’t break it, aaah, I, ah, like when it’s big like me…!
BUT! Now…!?”
Ave’s tail grows ever tighter on his ankles; but, not a bit of that tightness hurts, only seeming as soft as a cloud.
A cloud that is electric, shocking Adris to the core!
“Small isn’t bad…” Ave’s drunken gaze intoxicates Adris. Crystal green isn’t hypnotic, but the single-mindedness makes Adris self-conscious.
(She… when has she stared like this?)
Adris can’t think with the pleasure assaulting his dick. A honeypot that has been made his personal one doesn’t relinquish the chance to be filled up even when Ave slows down to watch Adris closely.
“… Small legs… small arms… mmmmh, lips like mine, around and with you, I can share all of myself!” Ave hugs him as tightly as every other part of him is held. When he can’t hold her back, a sense of disparity scratches at Adris’ brain.
“Every part of you… I’ll make feel good with all of me! I’ll learn… aangghh!”
Not moving fast enough to make her tiny breasts bounce, she instead is consistent while making them both grow toward orgasm to watch how that happens.
“… What feels best…!? Adris!?”
“Everything!” Adris gasps that, finding it true with this suddenly selfless goal stated. Ave’s passionate embrace is nothing like Kol’s or Neesiette’s. The strange comparison that flashes before Adris’ thoughts is that Ave would look cute with a witch hat instead of being the sun…!
“Everything!? But… what more…?”
(This isn’t… just sex, is it? It’s about making me hers with some special touch!?)
A bribe, possibly; but, it also is becoming enormously romantic with her many touches.
And Ave being his throne is a large part of that.
It is alive and active and just as giving as Ave is. Only Still has ever tried to be something for him instead of the other way around, and his expectations explode with the hope tha—!?
Ave’s tail suddenly stops squirming. Then the elf ceases her strangely tight ride on him.
“Nnnh!?”
Sleek scales make him quiver! The forest daughter watches closely when something slides over Adris’ sole. A brief touch alone has him…
“… My tail?”
The question astonishes Adris, since he said nothing. Tilting her head, Ave then grins like an excited kid. “That’s… something I can offer more of! Wait, only I can!”
“What?”
Out into the cold his molten dick pulls, suddenly in motion along with the rest of Adris!
“All of you, all of me, all together feeling good!”
“How can you…!?”
Twisting and turning, Adris’ previously obedient chair rolls up around him! Coils softer than pillows, but hard as diamond, take hold of his upper body and slap over his face.
(What is going on!? Is she going to squeeze me to…!?)
Ave’s slender tail cocoons him entirely above the water. The coldness of the lake seeps in again, driving Adris crazy with the feeling that he’s finally made a mistake.
“My trick… is at hand.” Disembodied but close, Ave’s soothing promise leaves him guessing as he feels the waters displace around him. Ave slithers while turning him over, her coils unlooping from his waist to expose his dick to face down.
(What sort of position…!? And why does… do… her tail is so warm and…?)
Being squeezed by her causes good feelings to spread!
Adris’ brief struggle against her abates, and only the beating of Ave’s heart is constant within this closeness.
“Are you content?” The dreamy question from all around drills into the entirety of Adris!
(What even am I…!? I’m… wrapped up and…?)
“Aaah… I’m… confused…”
“Don’t be, my beloved.”
Adris’ whole body lifts slightly with her tail, and then something slides beneath him to tickle his stomach.
Though he can’t see with Ave’s tail wrapped over his eyes, nothing is mistaken about the hand that grabs a hold of his dick even if he mistakes it also for a tail for a moment.
“It’s the duty of kin to reclaim the returned ones!”
(She’s “reclaiming” me? Is this… some jealousy play!?)
Adris’ dick softly pulls down to point toward his legs, all so that a cave of pleasure can accept it to dive down.
Being stolen away from Neesiette, Adris is…?
(Aaah! She’s… fucking me facing away!?)
Adris’ legs are suspended in the air, his ankles rubbed as this outrageous snake elf pulls onto his cock again and again! With gravity a suggestion, and no ability to do more than huff into the soft scales of Ave’s tail tip, Adris is assaulted in all ways by the pleasure of an elvish trick that isolates him from the world as his manhood is worshiped.
“Harder…! Stronger now, you keep… mmmm, jerking!? You like my tail!?”
The warm world of coils cries out what Adris is finding to be true!
When Adris breathes out his moans, an emerald tail helps squeeze them; then it releases just in time to let him draw in a huge breath.
“Holding you…! It’s my… aahhh! Dream! This huge, cumbersome me making you happy!”
Milking him; begging for his satisfaction; tormenting him until he admits it.
“Is my… nhaaa! Tail also… sexy!?”
(Is it!? Do I like this!?)
The pressing down upon him by softness grinds away all else but pleasure.
“Kin… should be heroes! Heroes like… you!”
(I… I do like it…! But, I’m not a hero!)
“Gaaah… Ave…!”
“Adris!”
Faster the master of his prison pumps him into herself unseen, shamefully enjoying the full experience that he can only feel by contact. Denying him the reward of seeing her melt with the pleasure too makes him want to rage!
In control where he isn’t, she inverts ownership…!
(Why are your scales so soooooft!?)
It’s like he’s slowly spinning within her grasp. The satisfaction of her service and the duality of confinement for his benefit, no man alive could resist an experience a woman has offered to no other.
“Heroes…!
AAahhhhn! Heroes, need to make…” The voice from all around calls!
(Make…!? I’m… close!)
The eroding omnipresence of Ave’s tail degrades his thoughts, and with it his ability to deny his release! As if sensing it coming, Ave’s honey pot begins an amateurish rhythmic stroking upon his glans when she thrusts deep.
“Zennia… needs more…!” Moaning like a whore, the sultry snake sounds so womanly when begging.
(More!? Ave!)
“… heroes… Adrish… make with Ave… some…!” Squealing something as enticing, as utterly depraved as that, when she moves faster, and faster, and faster to force his cock to honor that request, Adris can only oblige!
One hand pulls from his ankles, with the other gripping harder for leverage.
All so that a monster’s tail can force him to impregnate its owner!
(Fuck! FUCK! I’m… gonna knock you up, you sexy fucking snake!)
Adris’ mouth opens to try and scream that, but he can only bite onto her tail when it presses for a kiss!
His jailer quivers, shakes, and then the hole that milks him regains a virgin’s innocence with an overly tight squeeze!
(Too tight! TOO TIGHT! AAAAAAAHHHHH!)
Just-made semen rushes from his cold balls with the promise of an all-powerful elf bearing his children for Zennia’s sake!
He counts one hero for each massive contraction of his groin that spurts another rope into her!
“HAAAAAH! Aggghhhhh!?”
“… Iaaaahhhhaaaa!?”
Neither has words. Adris grunts, while Ave seems to finally exhale a long-held breath.
(AAAH! HOOOH! In your tight… hot… pussy! I’ll… give you ten new legends!)
Devious dreams of Ave’s belly being bloated too full to move fuel what lingering traces of seed are milked out by her shaking cunt. There’s no time for the roots to safely grow, though, when Adris feels her slide off him.
(Nnnngh!? Too good! TOO…!?)
After his ejaculation, Ave’s tail manipulating him around is too much to bear.
Ever-so gentle, it also steals away his lingering sense of worth by making him feel like a baby being moved. He’s turned over, set upright, and brought to meet the panting elf who is “standing” on her curving tail.
“Adris!” Fangs are sharp when sharing his name. Teary eyes are still hungry, and passion leaves her flushed.
(She’s… not done…!)
Her tail that lifted him entwines around his legs until there’s hardly any difference between them.
“Happy… be… happy…?”
Ave leans back, her nakedness clad in untouchable sunlight letting him witness copious white globs trickle from her beautiful slit.
All Adris needs to do is press against her, aiming his limping cock at that hole to claim it with some measure of authority in this strangely human sexual position that mimics being standing.
“… Are you…?”
By some miracle, she recognizes this and guides her hands around his back.
“Happy? Saving Zennia… with me…?”
All around, the darkness is distant.
Only Ave is the light.
(… I am…!)
“I’m… not through. Are you?”
It’s hard to sound menacing when moaning that out; but, he manages.
Adris knows, because Ave’s expression turns just a tiny bit concerned, then melts back to deliriously pleased.
“Never. A happy moment, eternally bright!
Haaah… forever, let’s… have ours now!”
A snake’s tail, her embrace, grinds away every desire but eternity.