Blood Elf Monarch

WARNING:

This chapter contains an explicit sex scene. Please read at your own discretion.

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Tristan opened the door to his room and stepped aside to let the beautiful magician in.

The woman smiled in approval, walked in gracefully, and stood in the middle of the narrow bedroom.

Everyone could see from a mile away what her true intentions were from the offer to accompany him, and from the way she carried herself, it seems that the woman is an expert in matters like this.

Herrera stood in the middle of the room and stretched, showing off her beautiful figure. Her half-lidded gaze was accompanied with a flirtatious smile, as if inviting Tristan to prove himself and make the next move.

Of course, Tristan would jump for a chance at such a thrilling night with the promise of a release. Besides, he was locked up for 4 years in prison. Being in such a place as a developing young man was probably only one step better than outright torture. However, he can't relax yet as he knows nothing about his new body.

Can elves have sex?

Tristan restrained the urges to ravish the beautiful woman right then and there. Instead, he calmly walked closer to her, and inhaled. The scent of her enchanting aroma overwhelmed his senses, and were he someone of less restraint, he would probably take her to the bed this instant.

Despite the raging need stirring within him, Tristan walked away from her and took a seat on the chair near the table.

The woman turned around, her gaze lingering on his body and following his movements. She bit the corner of her lips and rubbed her thighs while staring at him.

Though she was experienced, it seems that she was loath to take the initiative. Instead, she waits for Tristan's next move.

They stood merely three steps apart from each other, allowing Tristan to appreciate every curve of her figure. The woman possessed short, lush purple hair reaching her collarbone, allowing her to show off each dip and curve of her pristine neck to the world. The middle part of her black dress hung low and tantalizing, showing off the upper tip of her cleavage.

With a firm, domineering tone, Tristan smirked and said.

"Take off your dress"

A commanding, powerful order from an equally strong elf. Perhaps, someone less experienced would only see Tristan's order as ramblings of a deluded elf. However, the woman was different. She was able to see the promise of a wonderful night.

The woman's smile widened. She reached up to her shoulders and slid off the straps of her dress, giving Tristan a full view of her breasts. If a man somehow managed to keep his wits when she was still clothed, the sight of the two firm, pristine, and alluring mounds would surely drive him crazy.

Tristan was not such a person. The sight of the partially-undressed woman stirred the inferno of desire welling within him.

However, the heat stirring within his heart seems content to stay there and send his mind into overdrive with lewd, shameful what-ifs. Though Tristan felt his desire welling up, the lower parts of his body did not heat up as fast as it should.

What is the difference between an elf's body and a human's?

Was this slowed-down sensation the fault of his new body?

Was it caused by his time in prison? Or was it something else?

Tristan's face still looked calm while the inferno burned within him. His expression did not deter Herrera one bit, and she walked closer to him. Her smooth hair tickled the side of his head before she whispered, each word sending hot, needy breaths onto his ear.

"I know, for elves this takes a little bit longer, but…" The woman smirked behind his ear. "I am ready for a challenge... Sir elf, please stand up"

Tristan followed her lead and stood, while she slowly removed his clothes.

With his clothes now strewn on the bedroom floor, Herrera was now able to see Tristan's perfectly sculpted muscles. She touched the muscles on Tristan's stomach with light feathery touches, before moving towards his chest and down to his navel.

"Ah, such muscles… You make me want to eat you up right this instant…"

Herrera touched Tristan's shoulders, turned him around, and let him sit on the bed, while she knelt in front of him and removed his pants. When she saw the still limp, but well-endowed member, Herrera licked her lips before touching it with her right hand.

She started pumping, up and down, coaxing the member to its full length before taking it into her mouth.

Though Tristan was of considerable size in this body, the woman had no problems taking him into her mouth. Each movement gave Tristan an immense amount of pleasure, the gentle touches of her tongue only adding to the sensation.

Tristan would be lying if he said he doesn't want this. However, more than his delight of having a beautiful woman giving him pleasure, Tristan was more pleased that he still has control over the most important part of his body.

"Does it feel good, sir elf?" The woman separated her mouth from his member with a loud, wet kissing noise, and smiled at him. "Don't you worry, this night is not over yet."

Without waiting for Tristan's answer, the woman started playing with his member again, like a child whose parents gave her a new, exciting toy.