A moment promised to eternity sounds like feminine mystique before she starts tightening her coils; but, after Adris’ whole sensory self sinks into Ave’s luxurious tunnel, he gasps with a boyish sigh at the pleasure that seems to enclose around his entire lower self.
His only mostly hardened cock resists entry, but the drag goads it to seethe with new purpose, blood flooding into it. The peeling of wet submission over it is the sole sensation striking into his mind!
“Upright, like we’re hugging…” Ave’s eager hands to his waist jump to his butt, squeezing it, “Even this way, you feel so big!” Her grasp on him leverages further plunging. Adris studies her when his agency is stolen by her own need.
Ave’s mouth keeps opening and closing as she breathes heavily. Only barely holding back her moans, she stares down at him with the same reverence she reserves for when he lifts her chin to entice her to kowtow to him.
“I’m moving us both.” She blushes harder, as if that’s a victory.
(How’d I never… realize she was so huge!?)
A psychological blind spot, or perhaps a form of natural social camouflage, let her personality render Ave smaller in Adris’ mental view before now. When Ave’s immense tail squeezes even tighter, Adris is a puppet of its slinky movements. He plants a hand to her shoulder when the pleasure of being trapped peaks too high!
“… Feels good, right!?” Ave’s back arches with satisfaction at that effect. “I’m finally making you feel good…!” Her movements are no longer stilted; laborious and wilder, the snake elf’s embrace has Adris appearing to be thrusting by his own might.
(It’s strange! If this were Lycia, I’d be fighting…! Hoho, scales are so sleek, but also I feel every overlap!)
“Once, twice, aaah, you always… more, always more you want!?” She hisses that loudly, her dominance heard with the squishing wetness of her supplication. “Please, let me give you more!”
(I’m being… aaah, swept…!)
“It’s your need, Ave, not just mine!” Adris gasps this to slow the dance he’s squeezed into, forced to speak to escape her growing obsession.
“… I’m not… needy…” Ave pouts at that, but her rhythmic constrictions make refusal a lie.
(Being held entirely up by a girl is different!)
“A predator’s wearing down of its prey” is what his aura training screams; “the worship and submission of a worthy woman” is what his cock states is truer when her walls surrender anew and he meets the end of her passage!
In defiance, Adris jerks his angled head within to attack. “Needy elf…!”
“Hnnng!” She yelps hard at this, but doesn’t bark a denial. She just stares with smoldering indignation, before forgiving that abruptness with a lewd smile.
(I couldn’t resist her, even if… I’m…? Ave is a monster… a beautiful monster who wants me! Hahaha!)
Trying to smile always, Ave’s face covered in clear sweat breaks its polite mask with how often her tongue slips out. “Kisses are nice, so how about…!?” Licking her lips, it then stays extended to float. Their separate stomachs press each time she slides him over herself to flick his own tongue with hers. Every invading breath out of hers intoxicates Adris with his own forced out by that wiggling tail. “… So warm. Your breath…!”
Her serpentine thrusts which no human can inflict are like the waves of the sea, a sexual tidal entrapment that keeps his head above water so that this elf and he can fog the cold air between them. “A feylord’s self, so vast, I can’t taste anything… except you! The whole world is us…!” Their scents entwine too, for her forest sweetness obliterates the rot of dark woods and heaviness. A man’s leaking essence already coats her tail, adding to her smell Adris’, too. Not tiring out or giving up, the press gains a sinewy, mesmerizing quality that compels him to praise whatever deity created snake women!
(Praise Pell-e-whatever his name was!)
Wrapped by her tail, they can only ever come closer, and closer, but…?
The warm light cladding her is all encompassing; yet, he within his Inner Expanse isn’t illuminated.
A yellow, orbiting planet only dimly glows in comparison to the star that represents his aura core.
(I don’t feel anything like with Mython…)
With that elf, and with the others when they let their true feelings reveal, it was as if Adris was being swept up by the wind to fly!
“Why are… aren’t you…? Ahhh!” The friction of their cyclic press interrupts his arrogance with a moan, but he can finish his question when Ave blinks out of her trance-like smile.
“I’m not feeling as ‘together’ as our promise needs.” Adris pushes on her shoulder to force a firm halt that she resists.
“T-T-Together? What’s… missing?”
“Ave, before when we ‘entwined’, you deafened me with your wonderful screams.”
Even though her pussy squeezes so aggressively when he turns his blissful countenance to an angry frown, Ave’s smile stays fixed when whispering “Wonderful?”
“Easy pleasure was bad, you thought. It wasn’t, then or now.”
(You’re good, moving well, trying new things…)
“Where are those sweet cries I love? Even if you call them ‘disturbing’, I like the lessons you remembered for me.”
“… Me… too.” Ave slurs that, but doesn’t crack. It denies something fun about their time together if Ave isn’t moaning deliriously, isn’t crying out his name to his satisfaction.
“Then why are you holding back?”
Ave gapes at that declaration. “I’m not…?”
“When Mython ‘felt’, it was as if the entire forest was coming alive around me. That Mython’s very feelings were a pleasure I could taste, smell, and breathe in to warm me. Not once have you struck me like that, not since the shrine.”
“That… that is…?” Lost in incomprehension, Ave pulls tight against him while looking away. “… I’m… trying not to … ‘lose it’ again.”
(WHY!?)
Elves are supposed to be without walls, never needing even windows!
Ever before, this particular Avenalliah specimen’s emotions have been read so fast by Adris that it’s almost boring to try; but now, in her natural habitat and echoing the stony reticence of her annoying elvish kin, Ave chooses to withdraw?
“Being too… open, for me, would be… I was taught that being ‘loose’ makes me a burden, so…? I’d rather make you feel good, because, I can ease your burdens instead of adding mine.”
“Is a bird taught to be afraid to fly, to drop its own burdens, too?” His question is too kind; too soft, as Ave squints her eyes in incomprehension.
(Wrong animal! Now isn’t the time to be afraid.)
“Is an elf afraid to experience!? Even that… horse’s cock’s He-mare-lian let go once or twice when getting railed!” Adris tips further forward when Ave recoils along with him at this second cry. “Where is your poetry!? You don’t have to start screaming about the size of the dick plowing you out, but…?”
Ave’s fair features darken with that exclamation, as if she herself suffers recrimination from what the other elf did.
(Or do you also want a cock that big!? I have no idea when I should easily know!)
“Ave, I felt your dedication when we… discovered ‘paradise’, together, each time past.” Letting it sound sad, his guile wins an inroad.
“It’s… me, too, but I’m… already, it’s hard to control my…”
Ave’s tail spasms once around him, its sublime softness gaining an edge of harm when Adris has the wind knocked from him by just the sensations shooting up his spine!
An entirely separate beast for a moment, it assures Adris of ever higher tiers of satisfaction available to him.
“Who asked you to control yourself!? Did you control yourself those times, too!?”
“That…!?” Ave blanks at the question, staring distantly. “I… tried to, but, Adris is hard to resist. It’s just, I’d gotten swept up, I didn’t… do anything, so… I want to ‘give’, too, and I can’t if … I get ‘sloppy’ again…” Her face becomes a tight mask of pain, denying all of this closeness.
“Feeling nothing at all… that’s supposed to make it easier not to fail…”
(Since when!? You’re the epitome of thoughtless feelings, succeeding OR failing!)
“If… I feel, and don’t stop, then feel too much more than too much, it’s probably gonna be… bad?” When Ave’s tail flexes again strongly, scenes of another’s pain strike up into his thoughts. Ave’s innocent crimes are many, and Adris recalls the emotions that often made her go wild with some hare-brained scheme to help them.
(That’s bad, but, the only person that would’ve told her to stop feeling entirely would be?)
“Still!? Is she the one?”
“N-No!?”
“Or Neesiette? Why do you keep listening to them without talking to me first?”
“Neither of them said that! Well, Neesiette did say…”
“You bother that catty witch despite her deserving it at times, and suddenly lose all your nerve because you found out you caused a little pain!?”
(Stupid girl!)
“MMphh!?” Ave cries out when his tongue locks down her own just past her teeth. As she gives leverage for him to press with his own weight, Adris relishes the opportunity to wrap his arms around her back and crush her in return.
“Hhnnnngghaa! A-Adrish…!” He rampages even against the lock of her coiling tail to churn her within. “I forgot… lessons, and… Still got hurt, a lot of times!”
“She’ll survive! Avenalliah, Still might be someone you can hurt by accident.” Adris pulls back from their kiss, then slides his hands over her shoulders. He feels her own on his firm butt tremble.
“Whatever you were taught, it’s all a lie if it’s spoken about me.”
“A lie?”
“Still has to hide from the sun. So, too, do these lesser elves flee from their own shadows.”
“L-Lesser…!?” Ave’s cheeks puff up, her blushing deepening as Adris insults openly her kin.
(Change the “temperature” a bit, Adris!)
Adris breathes in deeply, then exhales, lowering both their excitements. “But not me, my dear Avenalliah. Do you not realize yet how… special you are?”
“Ahhh!? Adris… don’t…!”
To her small but elastic tits his fingers dance, his thumbnails flicking over her erect pink nubs. Her pleasant smile cracks wider into a frenzied one when that brief pleasure forces the engine of her massive tail back into motion. “Sought paradise, you did? You are paradise for me!” When her tits become inflamed from his bullying, Adris becomes bolder!
“I’m… nooo!” She moans at this, craning her head back to begin panting as Adris joins his thrusting hips against the renewing slide of her tail. “That… special… to you!?”
“If dark beasts fear what you feel, then… aah…!” Once only in motion by herself, he adds to the growing release by guiding her to move. Pulling on her tits with pressing fingers jolts her into action! “Why… that ‘Beast’ is scared of you!”
“I’m… ack!?”
“Let me feel it. So I can hoard it! Ahnnn!”
When Adris sucks on the left tit he was just thumbing between his index finger, her strong hands sink harder into his muscular butt; hard enough to cause a burning pain before she relaxes.
“… Bad, that’s… bad, to show how I feel…!”
“Why? You’ve always screamed for me.”
Ave forces him from her tits, her tail widening its coiled stance for better balance.
“B-Because…!” With tears in her eyes, trying not to stare into his… “The moment you put it in me, no, when I put…!”
(The most delicious Ave is the one that’s breaking apart in my arms!)
“… I…
I’ve been cumming… ever since! Not… normal, different…!”
Adris both hears and feels the quake of some distant mountain shifting.
“It’s… too much, like an endless gale, but it’s from… inside, all of you, and…!” The self-discipline she’d mustered from somewhere, kept intact ever since they showered together in the shrine at the world tree’s base, shatters when Ave’s cute face becomes a wanton bitch’s eager stare. “… Feel… good, I… feel… gooooood~!” Tears fall freely, born of an emotional dam breaking. “Just touching was… too much, but, being filled up, I don’t… know! Aahhhhh, Adrish… I’m… Ave is…!” She squeaks all this so fast, her proud angular features burning up with the impacts of his waist and the cloud of his breath.
(Excited? I’m… feeling more excited!)
“Cumming? The entire time!? My lewd elf!? Hahaha!” That truth drives his own more eager touches, stroking along her spine through the living light that prickles his skin. “Lewd” as the word forces a whine from her, though she gyrates him into herself harder!
“… Y-Y-Yes…. I… been… trying not to…!” The ever-growing intensity of her swimsuit should’ve given away her true mental plight, Adris realizes. “Just Adris, here, I’m melting…!” So strong before, she clings to Adris with his face to her shoulder as she greedily drives him home to her womb. “I need… I need Adris too much!”
(Don’t be afraid to be sexy!)
Sexy she is, even more so now that there’s a collapse of her fake bravado!
A certainty rushing into him that she’s idolizing him makes Adris start to prize her in return!
“Have me! You’re shining bright!” Adris howls that, earning a dopey smile in return when he doesn’t pull away.
“Shining…! I’m shining!?”
“The others won’t, so you have to! Aaaah, Ave, let them… watch!” To her ponytail he pulls because it arrogantly floats, enjoying how the smooth hair becomes messy because of him. “My precious, shameful elf’s shine!”
Ave’s eyes grow horrified with that description, then… “More… I want to shine more…!” Inner shame compels her, twirling her tail up to drape higher around his legs. She solidifies her hold even as her lithe human half yields to his touches!
(One day, I want to present you as my love slave to that elf-loving Fimbo!)
Such a socially repugnant need strikes psychically into her, cracking the mountain that was her priestly stoicism to its base, opening up the stream locked deep within that starts to gush out!
“I’ve gone up high so much, I’m scared…!”
“Don’t be: feel more!”
Her leaking juices are warm, and Adris’ Inner Expanse screams in warning of some deformation associated with this staining of him. Either from within or from without the change grows; but, there’s no danger in the presence of this elf that’s totally his!
“I feel it… I feel so good…!” To prove her claim, Adris within himself reaches toward the yellow planet in his internal orrery that signifies [Wind].
(Hot? HOT!? I’m burning up!?)
What spills out is a lust that is completely alien, as if all and every part of him is swollen and sensitive, not just his dick!
“… Stupid… am I… actually stupid…!? Can’t think…!” All she does is force his hips to thrust while also rocking against him. His aura senses buzz with pleasure that feels multiple sensitivities greater than Adris does himself, even when concentrating on his abused younger son.
He can taste the salty sweat of their glistening bodies, impurely rutting while floating on the elvish lake! Animal tendencies, flaring lusts, his humanity surrenders to a snake’s charming instincts!
(Girls… feel so good!? Ahhh, even my sides feel fluffy from this small resonance!?)
“They, the others… back then… I am… stupid!?”
“You’re just stupefied by… hnggh!?” The word alone makes her recoil, but he grins when withdrawing his aura sensing from her and forcing her to halt so he can recover. “… how good you make yourself feel! Clear headed, ignoring mundanities, just being sexy! Defy them, be that!”
(Kol’s build up from her side wasn’t this good! More… let me feel more…!)
“I’m sexy!?”
“The forest itself wants to fuck you, Ave!” Goading her into a tizzy, he earns a squeal of delight from her when she forcibly resumes her gliding thrusts.
“ADRIS!” In the center of the day being raised by her swimsuit’s growing might, Adris sinks into abject depravity with a giddy obsession for licking spilling forth from her. Neesiette’s methodical dominion with hers somehow lacks when a wild spirit possesses Ave’s, for the elf fears neither stain nor his flavor when his saliva mixes with hers. A forked end tickles his tongue tip.
“Adris…! Adris! ADRIS!” She screams his name, then keeps screaming it when their tongues duel. It’s when she thrashes, her eyes rolling back at his cock head grinding against her stomach wall, that he first licks something sharp.
“MMMnnnaaaagh!?” Ave pulls away with a girlish shout, staring at him with both shock and dismay.
(Oh!? OHH!? I’m tingling!?)
“What… was that?!” Adris’ incredulous question at the spiritual pleasure that poked through without him inviting it has her also flustered.
“You… you licked my…” Ave pouts while looking away.
“What?”
“… fang.”
(Is it that sensitive!? Good to know.)
Ave’s tail tip lifted into the air wiggles with the lingering sensation. It, and so much else that’s monstrous about her such as her shining scales and this wimpy fang of hers, betrays every one of her unspoken needs.
(Ave should always be simple to read like this!)
“A girl who is easy to like” is a precious treasure when all the rest are so difficult to get to know.
(It took some doing, but she’s pliable. Saying what feels good and what is new! No, more: she’s inviting me to teach her more how to win me over! If there’s ever a time to “request” from a woman, it’s after she makes an embarrassed face like that! Which should I make~?)
And there’s an easier way to experience sublime pleasure with this girl, as his throbbing cock recalls now while witnessing these sharp fangs of an elf.
The memory makes his testicles bounce!
A burning sensation, hot and painful and orgasmic, becomes an obsession…!
(… No, I can’t. I’m being crazy, just because I felt her aura a bit.)
The immediate dismissal of that option for pleasure ends the entire thought process that was building up.
At least, until Adris grins widely like an imp, because what wells up within him longs to behave badly with a woman who will accept it without question!
“Ave, hoo.. did you know that elves grow stronger when returning here?”
“They do…? Mmm, yes, they do… Aaah, why…?”
“What you feel. The burning needs. Especially this… ‘gale’ hitting you…?” While she resumes thrusting him into her, her eager fingers massaging his butt, Adris whispers a devil’s invitation. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes… it’s tingly!
“Do you want to feel more?”
“MORE!? I’m, tingling all over… so hot, and the wind makes me hotter!” Her mouth opens again, her tongue begging him; but, the fangs are what should be dripping. “How… can I feel more…?”
(Dangerous, way too dangerous! Don’t ask he—!)
Adris longs for that fire he once felt himself, spurned on by losing all feeling below his waist that isn’t his dick being slicked and squeezed!
“That need grew when we entered the tree. There’s a fire in you now, always, isn’t there?”
The source was her fangs.
(What really made her want to do it!? To bite me?)
When Adris tilts his neck to bare it while still in her grasp, he feels giddy at how her half-lidded eyes jerk open.
“W-W-What…!? Fire!?” Ave hisses that, her gaze solidly following his neck as he lifts and falls, pumping in and out faster as she hunches forward with heavy breaths of pleasure at the quicker impacts.
(Uggh, I’m… not gonna last…!)
Drained testicles are already begging to be spared, heavy in how they throb. Only Adris’ pure attraction to Ave, born from her desperate struggle to please him, keeps him motivated to finish. What he’s already offered into her sweet depths sparks in his memories an option.
(Ah! Now, there’s an… unggh, way to keep going forever! If I have THAT ‘medicine’ in me, I’ll have enough energy to fuck an entire whorehouse! What I said last time was…?)
Be my woman, even if that means bearing my children!
That scream with his true thoughts, even if they were born solely of a need to achieve release, unleashed what came after.
His blood races in anticipation of tasting it, even as he wants to recoil at what precipitates it.
(A desire for progeny! Elves… bite their mates when…!? Aaaahhh! Yes…! YES!)
“If I desired heirs on Zennia, who would be cho…SEN!? Ahh!?”
“NHAAAAH!?” Merely mentioning children as a hypothetical makes her press her tiny breasts firmly to him! “… Aguh…!” The elf chokes on what might be saliva, swallowing with deference to the danger of her primed fangs. “Adris… I… Ave… Ave feels very weird…!” Squealing becomes her way of speaking after. Grinding her tits over him, enjoying the firmness of his body, Ave’s needy breathing is loud.
“How do you feel, my precious elf?” Adris doesn’t resist her hand creeping up his back.
“Hot…! More hot, in my cheeks, and mouth, and, and…!? My arms aren’t listening…?” Ave creeps her flush face closer, her lips quivering. “I’m… this is…? I don’t… like…” Mumbling her words now, she’s at the precipice of losing all control. “… Don’t… want to… do… bad things…! Ahhh…! Haaah!” Her shaking crystal green eyes are so constricted for her irises that she seems to see nothing but his neck.
(Being afraid of anything and everything doesn’t suit you anymore!)
“Do you remember what happens… when you succumb to fear? Slowing down, becoming gunked over like they did?” With this question Ave jolts back into lucidity.
“Like… like the page harpies? That old servant? Pining away, dying…” The obvious example has Ave’s nose wrinkling, then she grimaces.
“As an elf, shouldn’t you be open to everything?” Pulling on her back, Adris bares his neck fully.
The temptation has her panting, curling her lips as her fangs bare.
“You can’t hurt me, Ave, only become completely mine.”
“… Haah… HAAH… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Her shaking body resists only briefly; then, her spasming tail locks in, her hands grabs his shoulders from behind, and the overly cute elf plunges her mouth onto his neck.
“SHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
(Ick, that’s like two darts to my jugular! Not so bad as before, though, and it feels… kind… kinda…! IGYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!)
Adris’ blood vessels fill with fire from the moment the first heat enters his head to report on the rest! The pleasure up top has him bucking, clenching his ass, and slamming his hands on Ave’s back to hilt into the only scabbard that can quench his fiery sword!
“OHHH!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!
AV-AVEEE, HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!”
“ADRISHHHHHH!? HYEAAAAH!?” The quaking elf barely has time to yank out her fangs before Adris whips his head back!
(Alive! ALIVE! Ahh, what is this ASCENSIONNNNNNN!?)
As the deserved pleasure rolls through Adris, complete awareness of every part of himself arises! Mimics his flight within a tornado of caliginous wind where he was reborn!
Perfect musculature flexes against coils, worshiping this strength!
“Adrish…! It’s hot again!?”
A heavenly being forged on the path of aura heaves with joy as something crushes him into more softness once she notices.
(I’m strong! AND SENSATIONAL! AND CUMMING SO HARD!)
Strength surrenders to finesse, scraping the empty air with his fingertips that can discern every minute change in airflow!
The sensations all mimic the release he feels dumping into Ave. Adris’ attention is torn, refocused, renewed by the knowledge that he’s, in all ways, a…!
(THE WHOLE WORLD LOVES ME!)
The mighty will bow when his hand lifts to signal their submission!
His exposed skin tingles with the unseen adoration of all others; no worries remain in the tumultuous release brought on by omnipotence…!
All that floods into him now, kept at bay for no reason but now allowed to replace what has left, speaks of his absolute supremacy!
(Am I not really the god I’ve pretended to be, after all…!?)
“Sorry, sorry, sorry…!” In his ear and breaking his reverie, a stricken girl begs for forgiveness. Her arms cradle him, while she refuses to budge her head from where his neck throbs so deliciously. “… was, weak. I’m sorry…!”
(No, aaah, no, not weak, I am…!)
Adris roughly grabs her, so caught up in his new strength that she pulls away from her hug with her staring timidly at him. So much colder than him now, he warms this gifter of pleasing sensations by kissing past the attempt to forestall that.
“Ggnn! A-Adris…!”
“Why are you sorry, my elf!?”
“I… I… bit you?” Unable to even look into his eyes, Adris’ prize worries about useless details.
(Yes, this girl reminded me of how good it feels to be the best!)
“An elf’s bite is wonderful, even the second time!”
“… Second, how!? Back then… the bite was from…!?”
“You? Yes! A ‘mating kiss’ that is purely yours!”
His fingers interlock with hers, creating a conduit of intimacy there to loop between them. A circuit of pleasure that burns at their divine joining below hypes up Adris’ nerves.
“Only you grant this feeling!”
His skin cherishes ever more the scales that glide over, feeling as if only they can smother the burning desire threatening to burst his heart.
“… What did the bite do…?” Ave’s mournful stare flirts as a polite smile before she gasps. “Naaah!? D-DON’T MOVE!”
“Why not!? You feel… amazing! Haaah! AAAhh!”
“It’s g-g-g-g-getting BBBIGGER!”
Using her held hands as leverage, Adris undulates his body to force Ave to resume her own serpentine slides. The shocked girl winces, then gasps, melting through her frozen interest to return to properly making love to her benefactor.
“How… again, so soon…!?” Adris’ spent load leaks from ave even as her entrance tightens around his pole, with his hardness too renewed for comprehension. A snake’s wants overtake rationality, and her eager tail resumes massaging what it’s captured.
“Wait… wait, wait, wait, Adris, we… shouldn’t…! Haaaah!?”
“Shouldn’t enjoy ourselves!?”
“You’re different!”
“I am enlightened by you!”
(Self love is essential for being among elves! Hahaha!)
There is no love of self greater than indulgence!
To be in the presence of Ave is solely his allowance.
“Ave is only mine!”
“Yours!?”
“You’re my pleasure! Won’t you admit that yours is…!”
Ave’s figure slams against his when her unneeded hesitation evaporates.
Useless thinking redirects to pleasing her man. Her tongue hangs loose in the air before him, pleading eyes rolling about with a resynchronization of building release.
(MINE WILL BE EASY!)
“… being mine! Admit it… and I’ll forgive you!”
“A-Adris…!”
The ability to “save up” is a skill left behind!
With a woman who constantly feels a gale of satisfaction breaking over her by mere proximity to a godlike being, Adris can let go.
Each thrust, it feels like his burning balls spurt out a wad!
(AHHHHH!?)
So, too, does something seismic shift within this fey creature when his need exponentially increases!
No lies remain; the living sunlight she’s clad by intensifies so much that Adris can close his eyes and still perfectly see Avenalliah in his mind.
Her needs are the storm she feels!
“Higgh! What you want… is to be mine, Ave!”
“Want… I want…!?”
“Don’t hide it!”
“AAAAAH!?”
Rapid thrusts against her tail’s control send Ave shrieking.
“Tell me! Absolutely everything!”
His grasp of her hands awakens her repressed strength, for Ave’s shuddering pleasure has her leveraging against his own pulls.
“NOW! BE TRUE TO WHAT…
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?”
(All this time…! Uggghhh!)
A paranoia that never departs, even when the pleasure overwrites all else.
For a woman, even one this innocent, to offer so much to a man…!
(You’ve… been trying… TO GET SOMETHING FROM ME!)
The venom should’ve opened her up to Adris as well; but, it seems only to have opened him up to himself!
A perfect awareness of the universe, and of his glory within it, has him as the granter of wishes for the destitute and deserving,
“Ave… Ave wantsh…!” The slurring holy elf cannot even focus upon him, only staring at the vaguest outline of her one, true false god.
Needy beings, just this girl, must share what they are if he is to…!
“… Want… Adrish…!”
And at the moment of focusing again, staring with resolve even as she drools from the sides of her open mouth, a huge landslide roars behind the sweet voice of his believer!
“… Happy…!”
Adris, godlike being from across the void between worlds, squints as an elf’s luminous skin joins her swimsuit in shining.
(Nnngh!? Ah. Ah, aaaah!? AHHHHH!?)
“Be… happy…!”
Grandiose thoughts of Adris’ blur with the light. Her face that’s guileless reveals no possibility for treachery ever existed!
“… Adris deserves to be…!”
His muscles twist, joints crack, and he is crushed by not the tail, but the radiance that births a new day all around him!
(GGG-GGGG!? GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!?)
An attempt to flee, to rip away his hands, pulls an unknown speck into the true ascension at hand.
“[YOU DESERVE TO BE HAPPY!]”
A goddess screams that through her slovenly, unending orgasm. Crying, then moaning into his mouth, and hugging him so tightly that his own next orgasm isn’t even noticed by her when he shudders.
In his arms is a transcendent being whose beauty is so alien that no longer can he deny it. The Emperor chose jade and gold and shadow; but an Ave whose fine nose is leaking from pleasure, whose milky skin highlights her crystal green that doesn’t exist on Xin, makes Adris abandon his homeland for her!
(AVENALLIAH!?)
Thinking her name is the final lock tumbling open!
This truly divine being’s breath, along with every last chaotic emotion of hers, bursts into him from an exploding yellow planet that seemed so quiet!
(AAAAAURA BREACH!?)
Trying to reach for a branch that one can never reach, denying what’s beloved resting on it, only falling with each attempt…!
Meeting so many others, feeling their essences of breath despite them not wanting to share, confusion, so much confusion, that it feels similar and foreign…!
Darkness within a place of light, and the temptation toward the dark that comes from within to meet what is outside…!
(… THERE’S TOO…!?)
All the eternal loathing of oneself that should only know love but can’t find it…!
WITH HER STARE OF PURE LOVE OVERWHELMING HIM,
ALL OF THIS,
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A very distant sound that isn’t the dawn chitters then,
but nothing comes to mind of comprehending it, since there’s no doubt about what’s important now to a boy.
“Adris… you deserve to be happy…” A whisper after the dawn, her promise is even louder than the first time once their kiss ends.
Exhaling entirely what’s in his lungs, a boy finds that nothing that entered came out.
There is only a new day, both outside and within.
(…
… I… des—!)
“… I deserve… to be happy… Ave!” Choking that out, the boy feels infinitely happier after agreeing!
“Ah!? Mmmm?” Stopped only for a moment, the goddess’ embrace tightens. Her delicious passage, entry into it deserving only for him, tightens upon resuming their serpentine piston. “Yes,” She squeals, hugging him again. More of the yellow-orange dawn emboldens him when her scales gleam, and the boy eagerly pants while kissing her tongue in the air. “Adrish desherves everyfing~!”
(EVERYTHING I WANT!
I DESERVE!
I want… I WANT YOU!
YOU!
ONLY AVE!)
Chaos screams, a million unheard voices moaning in rage!
“‘MIND SHALL WRACK AND RAVE!’”
The surprised goddess pulls out of their lurid kiss, staring behind the boy who suddenly feels chilled to the bone. Unable to move, only feel his skull shattering from the sudden cacophony and pressure, it’s his goddess that drags her hand free from his to lift it…
“‘BURDENED BY ANSWERS WHOSE QUEST—!’”
“[Miss Rantil… also deserves to be happy!]”
A solar-clad hand reaches past his cheek, making him somehow feel even warmer than the sexual paradise he’s wrapped up in.
“IOOOON—NnnanananananAAAYAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!?” Something howls girlish murder when that hand touches it.
“[Nobody… not me, I don’t hate you! You’re one of us!]”
“AAGHHH!? Hate! HIIIIEEEE! HAAAATE!”
Darkness more pitch than non-existence flares, only to be constricted by rays of sunshine!
“HAAATE YOUUUU! NO, NO, NUUUOOOOOOOOoooooo…!!!”
With total belonging promised,
a strangely sad interloper’s cries are annihilated.
It feels like half of himself ripping away. All his energy drains out.
(… Avenalliah… Aurmaris…!)
But, there’s no pain in that, and the warmth in his arteries soon reinvigorates him.
There’s no feelings but the warmth of how great the boy is, either. How amazing his fight has been, and shall become.
His destiny has been promised: to be a hero.
“Everything we did to get here! All our sacrifices! For trying so hard… naaah!?” The all-forgiving goddess squeals when a rock-hard dick earns her concentrated grasping. So inexpertly, she tries to milk the boy that smiles openly to laugh at her efforts.
“… Avenalliah… be only mine…!”
“I!? Want to be…!”
She hugs him tightly, losing composure as she starts to shake.
That all should love him, just as strongly as this love of himself pervades with an endless stream of reasons why he’s so wonderful, he swears to himself…
(I will be happy!)
“[We all, desherve…! Aaaahhng! To be happy…!]” She moans that, no longer even aware of anything but the passionate sex that he goads her into inflicting on herself.
(RIGHT… RIGHT! THE OTHERS! THE OTHERS ALSO HAVE TO BE HAPPY, SO THAT I CAN BE HAPPY, HAPPY WITH…!
BUT…
How shall I proceed now!?)
Unsure entirely despite believing in the light’s promise,
a false god swears to uphold everything this goddess wants!
(First… I’LL FUCK THIS ELF UNTIL MY HEART EXPLODES! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)
They fall slowly to the lake’s surface when he aids in hammering into her, languishing in kisses while stroking the small of her back, finding it wonderful that she turns to jelly despite her monstrous strength the moment that he finds a new place to touch her that sends lighting through them both…!
“Adris… I like you! I like your hands, your cheeks, your tongue! Every time you kiss me, your breath is a flame in my heart!
When you look at me, I…
I can’t …!”
The poetry comes now. A billion reasons for her to like him spill forth.
(Tell me more why I am worth loving, hahaha…!)
Her reasons sound exactly like his own for loving himself; a very strange, but super pleasing experience!
[THERE IS NO TRUE JOY IN THE DARKNESS EXCEPT WHEN THIS LIGHT FILLS IT.]
“AVE! AVE! AHAHAHA! MY AVE!”
Sinister creatures howled like this, small and scampering too!
At the very same pace, with the very same refusal to waste, those terrifying moments of neediness had been so horrific back then.
“Have my… have my child, AVE!”
They, too, had screamed that, but laughed at the prospect and her terror!
Desperate to force her into servitude, to birth more horrors from her to-be-despoiled womb!
Undignified, and rampant, when the adventurers she’d met had told her of this possibility called “imps”, she’d felt an unknown, painful burning…!?
When she.. saw it happen for the first time, the horror had become real to her, then…!
“Y-Yeeesh, Ave… willllll~!”
“Ha… HAHAHA!” Even hanging over her like this, the not-prince that thrusts his hips with the gusto of an imp has the blessing he wants despite her memories.
“Ave…!” Moaning her assent forces this craning half-dark lord of hers slurping his lips to scream. “AVE!” So liberated that every word is her beloved name, this imp-mad companion of hers grabs again onto her sore boso—!
(HIGGGIIIIE!? SO SHARP!)
“I can grab hold of a lot, AVE!” Onto barely nothing he clamps, the pressure on her poor nipples severe, and the heat, and the touch of his…!? “You’re not small, you know!? A thick tail, nice, well, ‘hips’, and…!”
Flopping onto her without grace, he keeps drilling a very naughty part into an even naughtier one!
“A tight elvish pussy!” She can’t even do the movements that she was taught to, even though her shameful tail can do them without her even thinking. His legs hang off this long weight and into the clear waters, splashing as he works his magic!
“Hmmm! I want to cum… aah, in you forever!” The heat is a boiling through her, all sensation only a meeting of themselves. His skin rakes over hers, while hers softly allows itself to be scraped up, for she could never resist.
(FOREVER!? Meee!?)
That he’s so wild becomes cute if it’s eternally promised! That he moves like those demons would by… using her like a rag floating on the lake… tears at her self-worth, only a little bit, but also makes that burning so much stronger!
(They would’ve done this…! They would’ve all… taken me, forced themselves on me, too…! AH, aaaah!?)
The images are too scary, coming without allowance. A not-prince’s flushed, tired, and berserk grin of glee reminds her so much of those three black-tarred demons that had made sport of climbing onto her.
He, too, is touched by evil as they were!
But, he’s sworn to the light, now, she knows…!
(I have to pull… the bad stuff out of him, to make him stop, to “return him” again!)
If it means the sacrifice of dignity, of cleanliness, of earning the whispers of those who hate her, even of her own hopes and dreams,
To be this man’s salvation, to help him save himself, and,
and…!
“AVE!” Every time he screams her name, she shudders from the further taint upon her spirit that her duty will result in. When he drools upon her breasts, surely intending to soak her harmed nipples with the juices his squeezing hands spread, he’s no less sinister in his carnal wants…!
(SO GOOD! FILL ME! PLEASE FILL ME UPPPP!)
“Morreee, Adris!”
Begging proves the difference, though, when his smug grin turns positively possessive! Where they, she knows, would’ve left after tainting her burning center with their ichor, this not-prince has unleashed an uncountable number of times and always will come back for more!
“Kisses, Aveeeee~!”
“YESH!”
It’s the smothering kisses that are the fairest sources of joy!
Barely alive is how it feels after this, for it’s like she’ll merge with the burning at her core. Evil creatures can’t show love, it’d be fake! They can’t share saliva like this, nakedly being their true selves like this honest man does to honor their “friendship”!
Even if he brutally hammers into her like she’s an art craft he’s trying to remake, she can only accept this fate. The wetness is quite a lot down there, like the Evil Snake said to make sure, so it must be a good “coupling”!
(I love kisses! Heeeheee!)
Kisses are a part of happiness! But, again after gasping when pulling away, the wondrous tale of joining suffers a thorn in her heart!
For, the not-prince’s slender neck felt hers…!
(… Ahh.. Ahhh! Wait… wait, why, what did I…!?
Stop! Stop making… love! Something’s wrong, my… bite into, with my precious…!?)
“AH!? OOOH!? A-ADRIS!!! Wait…! We, you, you’ve already… so much inside me!”
“My… beautiful woman!”
(BEAUTIFUL!? I… I am!? I AM!?)
“No, but… how can you keep going…!?”
It isn’t the first time; but, every time is purely the first again!
“Once! Twice!? FIFTEEN TIMES!? It’s never enough!”
“Never!? But…!? You’re… aren’t you tired!?”
“Ave… make me feel even better.”
To have him beg her like this, with a guileless, stern face that betrays no weakness (even if his nose is a bit flat for her liking), it’s impossible not to show gusto!
“… Heh, okay! Adris!” Only moan his name while he strikes true his burning sword! “You’re sooooo biiiiiig, Adris!” Its thickness is the best, worst part, for she promised to be his scabbard, but inside she’s already broken!
(Unggggh, I’m… I’m becoming stupid…!? I feel so…!)
“AVENALLIAH! AGH! You’re… so ELF-TIGHT!”
Into mush, with his cream mixing, both at her navel and in her head, hands on both as she shakes with his thrusts,
Avenalliah Aurmaris, the unworthy narrator of this tale,
has discovered that a man she’s wanted to make happy…!
(Gonna die…! Die…! I’m… all I can feel is good, while giving up!?)
Making him happy,
Being happy because of that,
It’s not quite working out, because she seems to be the one selfishly feeling the best…!
(EEEEEHHHH!? I… hate this! I… love this!)
It wasn’t supposed to be complicated after coming to the lake, and especially not after the swimsuit, his perfect gift to her, opened up like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis.
Changed, but somehow not changed, she can’t decide what she, and he, are anymore!?
(I AM REBOOOOOORN!?)
She moans so naughtily while shaking anew, the tremors the same as the pleasure, and a source of happiness and pain!
Happy because of him; pained because of him…!
(NNNNGH!? He… aaaah, I’m so full…! Again, just… like an imp would…!?)
With his grabby hands still repetitively squeezing her sad breasts, as if he wishes they were more to hold on to, his waist flexes a bunch! Loving the joining of a snake and a woman in spite of what the Evil Snake said would happen, this man cannot find a single flaw in her despite so many others finding an unending number!
(I like… being liked!)
Staring with awe at their union, how this dark-white pole of his stretches out from him to plunder into a spot that she’s always worried might be torn, she sighs deeply at the “milking” that he calls happening.
(HHnnn, haaah, aaah, I’m… not even trying to do this…!?)
She’s too tired to cry at the neediness her lacking body exudes with everything it does! As though her heart can never be isolated again, especially not after she screamed her true thoughts for the first time in a long while to him, she desires ever more to sate it.
“Adris… do you care about me!?”
It’s a pathetic question to ask, she knows. The bravest soul in existence would confirm as much.
A beloved sister in blue gave so much of her knowledge to an unworthy elf, even after harm was given in return.
(NNhhhh!? “Don’t… sell yourself out…!”)
That sister had said this, but it never seems to stick.
Even if this heroine who promised herself to the wind wanted to, she can’t seem to remember not to sound desperate. Needy, when the wind never is!
“… Ah?”
From his berserk thrusting even through another orgasm he rouses, an expression of horror writ across his foreign features.
Why horror, she’s unable to ask; but, when his features smooth as though he ponders the sum of the universe, turning instead to a darkly fantastic smile that only an ancient being could bestow…!?
“Ave, if anything stole you from me…”
With such a small hand, he reaches from her red-bruised breast to cup her ticklish chin…!
“… it wouldn’t live long enough to gloat.”
So icy that winter is surely here. With nothing like a human’s warmth as their source, his smoldering red eyes widen to take her in as if she is simply a prize to never let out of arm’s reach.
(Hmm!? HMMM!? S-Scary…)
She shivers, both from the temporary rush of a nearly forgotten dread and the surrender that accompanies it that makes her numb to any strength!
The dread loses all sharpness in a moment, bubbling away from her thoughts.
But, being stared at like this, totally at his mercy as this evil feylord drinks up her helplessness, the warmth deep within, and all through her, makes her jittery and fluffy and,
and…!
“I have never cared for anyone the… same way I care for you.”
He laughs it off so lightly with a voice that shares no similarity to the one that prophesied murder; and so, the unworthy heroine remembers the truth about him.
“Can we… leave it at that?” A shy question, unbefitting of him, for he is…!
(Adris is the strongest hero ever!)
Because he has returned the light to Ysanne!
Floating on the lake that was once blue blue and is now dawn yellow, the colors of night have surrendered to it.
A swimsuit crafted by the hands of providence, ensorcelled with threads of night as inoculation and cure, has finally freed with its glow the feylord who once chose lonely darkness instead of inviting the wind into his heart!
“The lake is beautiful… Adris!”
“But I can’t, ooh, make love to water.”
Totally disinterested in his gifted salvation, the not-prince kisses the unworthy aid.
She, alone, feels the kin-truth of Origin spreading again in Ysanne.
(I did it…! Aaaah! I.. Tricked Adris…!)
This sunlight spreads in a circle of the sun from the not-prince, banishing the blighted shadow.
Every species of tree and bush and herb drinking on the shores of the great limbs awakens from a wilting slumber. Those limbs’ bark turns…
(But… why… emerald, HAAAH!? The trees are… different species now…!?)
That question is unworthy, for they are alive.
Fairies do not come yet, but soon they shall. To drink upon a lake which has revealed the deep thorns which once connected to the pure darkness distant.
When the not-prince grinds to a halt, his possessive stare gains a hint of malice.
“Ave, you are the strongest elf here.”
(But your happiness saves us! My trick: making you happy, pulling your light out to purify Ysanne, even when I shouldn’t be able to reach your happiness…!)
Thorns which now break up!
Give way to rebirth!
Offer their black to the sunlight!
So… so long as one doesn’t focus too much on the strange crags which rise up into sight…
Ominous…
“I will grant your wishes, so you must make sure one of them is… to drive away the dangers of this tree.” After asking that, the not-prince expects no reply.
“Make the elves understand what you want of them…!”
It… doesn’t sound like it was a request, after all, and sounds quite as ominous as the thorns!
(Can… I do that…? Shouldn’t you, since you’re so much stronger…?)
… Familiar, earth-like formations trying to stay unseen float below these two stuck in coitus …
… Even in Ysanne, with the sun so bright, the damnable depths seem to call upon her to return, to deny all that she’s achieved to …!
“A promise without flaw, and the man that can make an oath to it?”
From beyond the light, there pokes a wind so heavy that brings chatter to ear from afar!
(This!? THIS IS HER!?)
At the far edge of the circle of light that the lake has partially become,
“What shall we say about these lovers who make promises within a land without promise~?” An enormous wave of scintillating green smoke rolls in without any provocation!
(Demesne owner!)
The awakening forest groans with the gathering of poisonous vapors; yet, the not-prince that challenges with his gift of light stares only at the girl in his arms.
Unseeing of anything else, despite the danger at hand!
“Adris! We’re… being attacked!”
“Hahahaha! For the one who springs her ambush to exclaim ‘we’re under attack’,” The great entity that coalesces from the smoke turns its shining eyes down upon them while laughing. “Should I call you an accomplished joker, Heir of Rouvenor!?” In ancient elvish, of the first dialect of Mandostesse, the “beast” cries out her own surprise!
(Ambush!? I’m not…!)
All Avenalliah Aurmaris can do is finally recognize the dangerous nature of this one who never introduced herself; for, outside of the village’s gentle white light the nature of Greed that corrupts and infests reeks strongly. Upon recognizing that stench and feeling her meek heart swell with anger…!
“The attack is yours, not mine, for this forest has suffered evil it never deserved! How… how could you ruin my home, bring misery to it…!?”
(How has the Alchemaster claimed Ysanne!? We kin were first!)
“Your home…?”
Goadingly wide when laughing, the amber eyes of a ravenous beast narrow with ire. Its open maw huffs out thick plumes of death with obvious disdain.
“M Y H O M E …!
from the very start… has always belonged to the children of substance-less shadows.”
(No, no…!)
Without bravery, and totally without a point, an ungainly squeak erupts from a girl that should know better than to speak! “Ysanne is the realm of fall’s rest! Cradle of Mandostesse! [The promised future awakening from a quiet dream], its very spirit!”
“Ha! Hahahaha! Ignorant, so very ignorant, my destined slayer!”
From all around, huge, green tails with burning marks of a blind eye slam against the lake’s light!
“Not waking, never renewing!”
The rousing forest screams as the expanding circle retreats and denies sustenance! Even the not-prince shudders when the fumes waft closer, whipping his gaze toward the source.
Paradise shrinks so that the beast’s entire gargantuan feral form, unwitnessed and fluid, can encircle them!
“M y Y s a n n e i s … [ t h e E v e r – N i g h t m a r e ] !”