8mi Chapter 501: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [40] His Lust And Her Thirst [R-18]
Chapter 501: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [40] His Lust And Her Thirst [R-18]
Chapter 501: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [40] His Lust And Her Thirst [R-18]
This chapters contains R-18 Elements, if you don't like it, skip to the end.
"Not yet."
"Huh-?!"
Before I could react, Elizabeth grabbed my arm.
With startling speed, she pulled me with her and leaped away from the spot.
The hell is she doing?!
As Elizabeth yanked me off the ground, I barely had time to process what was happening. The others below stared up at us, their expressions just as dumbfounded as I felt. But amidst the confusion, I caught a glimpse of Cylien and Rodolf. Their pitying looks only added to my growing sense of unease.
"Elizabeth?!" I shouted.
I was literally floating mid-air, flailing like a fish out of water. Flying wasn't exactly in my repertoire! But Elizabeth didn't respond. Her cheeks were flushed, and the strange smile on her lips sent a shiver racing down my spine.
I reached out to grab her arm, hoping to stop her. Unfortunately, Elizabeth seemed just as unsteady as me. Her legs gave out, and before either of us could react, we plummeted toward the ground.
"Shit!"
Instinct took over. I grabbed Elizabeth, pulling her into my arms. Summoning the last dregs of my mana, I braced for impact.
-BAM!
The roof of a nearby house shattered beneath us. We crashed through it, tearing through the first floor before slamming into the hard ground of the living room.
"Aghh!" I gasped, my back screaming in pain.
I'm definitely going to need a physiotherapist after this war.
Groaning, I opened my eyes, fully prepared to give Elizabeth an earful. But the words caught in my throat.
Her dark hair spilled over me like a curtain, and before I could say a word, her lips crashed onto mine.
"Hmmn~"
The sound of her soft, sensual moan as she kissed me sent a jolt of electricity through my body. My face burned as a rush of heat coursed through me.
I tried to move, to push her away, but my arms felt weak. Elizabeth wasn't about to let me regain control. She clasped my hands with hers, pinning them firmly to the floor beside my head.
And then she deepened the kiss.
The sound of lips meeting and sucking filled the room, mingling with the creaks of the broken house around us. For what felt like an eternity, I was lost in the intensity of her kiss, my body responding against my will.
When she finally pulled back, strands of blood-tinged saliva connected our lips. Elizabeth's tongue darted out to catch the remnants, her gaze locked onto mine as she licked her lips with a satisfied smile.
She was breathless, her cheeks a deep, glowing pink.
I was no better. My own breaths came in ragged gasps, my heart pounding furiously. Elizabeth straightened slightly, her position on my waist leaving little to the imagination.
In that moment, I was utterly captivated by her. Elizabeth's face was flushed, her dark, disheveled hair framing her sharp, otherworldly features. Her tattered dress clung to her form, revealing glimpses of pale, flawless skin and a teasing hint of her delicate cleavage that seemed to glow with sweat.
"W-What are you doing?" I asked. It was a ridiculous question, given the circumstances, but I needed to hear her answer, to understand.
This wasn't the right time-not here, not now.
Elizabeth's lips curved into a smile. "I think you know very well, Amael."
Her hand moved, tugging at my pants until they slid low enough for my length to spring free, rigid and throbbing with life.
Whether it was the aftermath of the adrenaline coursing through me from my earlier clash with Viessa and Shuria, or simply Elizabeth's intoxicating presence, I couldn't tell anymore. All I knew was that this was dangerous-terribly so.
Elizabeth reached out with her slender fingers, her touch impossibly gentle as she wrapped them around my hardness. A jolt of pleasure shot through me.
"W-Wait, Elizabeth, we can't... not right now..." I stuttered, fighting a losing battle against my own desire.
"Oh, but we can," She tilted her head, her smile turning into a smirk. Her hand moved with suddenly stroking me in a way that made my thoughts scatter. "The battle in Valachia is over. My aunt can handle the rest. Here, we can rest... and indulge ourselves."
I wrapped my arms firmly around Elizabeth's back, shifting our positions with ease. Her flushed face revealed no resistance, only anticipation. Gently, I removed her boots and lifted her high socked legs onto my shoulders, gripping her thighs tightly as I resumed thrusting
into her dripping core.
"Ahn! T-That's it! Hmm~!" Elizabeth resumed moaning as her nails scraped against the floor. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, her body arching in time with my movements.
I didn't hold back anymore.
For the next ten minutes, the living room was alive with the sound of skin meeting skin, accompanied by the lewd squelching noises of our fervent union. The sharp scent of sex filled the air, mingling with the faint coppery smell of blood that still clung to us from earlier
battles. Despite the sweat and grime, Elizabeth's natural scent reached me, driving me
further to the brink of ecstasy.
-PLAP!
"M-More-hmmn! Ahn! A-Amael~~ It's coming!" Elizabeth gasped, her brows knitting as
waves of pleasure built within her.
"So am I!" I growled, gritting my teeth as I increased the pace of my movements. My hands instinctively found her breasts, massaging them roughly as I neared my peak. "Ah-Aaaahnn!!" Elizabeth's voice rose, her body convulsing as she reached her climax. Her inner walls tightened around me, milking me for everything I had.
Unable to hold back any longer, I thrust deeply one last time, releasing everything I had held
back. My body tensed as I filled her completely, her trembling form shuddering beneath me. "S-So hot~" Elizabeth whispered, gulping as if she could feel every drop filling her. Her hands trailed over her abdomen with a flushed face.
I let out a shaky breath, collapsing against her heaving chest. My mind was a haze of
exhaustion and residual pleasure.
"That... was amazing," Elizabeth murmured with a broke breath.
I stayed silent for a moment, catching my breath before finally pulling out.
"Hmnn!" Elizabeth bit her lip as I slid free, a stream of semen leaking from her still-sensitive
entrance.
I slumped beside her, staring at the broken ceiling. "Elizabeth... this can't continue," I said, speaking out thoughts I held for a moment now.
"Hm?" Elizabeth turned to me, confused. She smiled softly. "Wasn't I good enough? I can do much better, you know. I was just... a little tired today."
"It's not about that," I replied, avoiding her gaze as I fixed my eyes on the broken ceiling.
"Then? Do you want more for today?" she asked, propping herself up on her elbow.
"No." I sighed deeply. "What do you think about our relationship?"
"Hm? We're engaged, aren't we?"
"Yeah, but... our relationship is toxic," I said.
"Toxic? I don't understand," Elizabeth said, genuine confusion etched into her features.
"Do we even love each other?" I asked her. "Or are we just fulfilling our desires every time we
have sex? This... this shouldn't be how it is."
The truth hit me harder than I expected. I had used her, let my lust and frustration take
control just to bury the pain of the day. It wasn't fair to her-or to me. Elizabeth's silence showed how still confused she was and I let out a resigned sigh.
"After the war, let's have an honest conversation," I proposed.
She smiled faintly, reaching out to trail a finger along my chest before scooping up some of
the semen still on her skin. Her crimson eyes glimmered as she brought the finger to her lips,
licking it sensually.
"As you wish-"