My Servant Is An Elf Knight From Another World

Chapter 492 - Our Moment, Part 3 (R-18)

Touching, stroking, caressing, on and on, an end nowhere in sight nor an end a single instance ever once desired.

This moment, this quiet moment… a single thought, a single want, from the way we stared deeply in each other's gazes… and that want was a forever, an eternity consisting of this, and only this - only us.

Yet obviously, such a thing wasn't possible. Eventually, in time oh so unfortunately short, soon the night would fade back into day, and this moment would go with it, then it was back to business once again, back to a struggle wrought with worries and doubts aplenty, back to a moment that was not exactly as pleasant…

But that was the after, the far future… and this right here, this was the now, the present, existing solely for us and thought it may have its end, that doesn't mean it couldn't last…

Every second with her, every moment I touched her, kissed her, loved her… I will make them last.

Gently, I placed her down, as I laid myself atop of her, nuzzling her neck, fondling her breasts, feeling myself getting more and more aroused hearing every whimper of her voice, feeling every shiver of her body.

I did this, I did more, until everything else drifted away, all the thoughts, all the noises - gone. There was just Ash now. Right then, at that moment, she was everything.

This happened before, I remembered. We were just like this before. Yes, before Irene, in a spur of blinding lust and desire, in the quiet of her bedroom. 

I could still so easily recall every detail, every breathtaking sight I saw of that night… her voluptuous shape, every inch of her soft and supple skin seemingly molded to perfection, my fingers eagerly gliding across her silky, creamy thighs, her slender hips fitting so snugly in my grip, and the sweet flowery smell of her bare body assailing my senses, leaving me wanting, leaving me wanting… I remembered it all. Nothing happened that night, it never went beyond what transpired, it just wasn't time that time… but now…

"M-Master…" 

Immersed in my gaze, Ash didn't dare look away, and yet, ever so subtly, slowly, I felt her hands start to scour again, feeling, touching as much as me as I did her, and further and further they went… I could feel her fingertips graze my erection, through the fabric, I felt them twitch, recoiling back from the touch, before slowly committing, eventually wanting… and with her face burning to a deeper shade of red, she slowly began to stroke me. 

I could feel the muscles in my face contort, and she readily noticed, her emerald eyes quickly fluttering towards me. 

"Does… Am I pleasuring you well, Master?" She asked, her voice a shaky whimper. "If... If so, s-should I do more?" 

So she asks, yet all the same, I felt my pants slip down my legs without an answer anyway. I sprung free, and still with a slight apprehension guiding her motions, she slowly took my throbbing penis into her hands. I saw her ears twitch, her shoulders jump.

"It's hot…" She quietly said, blazing red, then with her chest swelling high, she let out a breath of hot air. "As I-I've stated previously… I've little experience in this… this… yet, nevertheless, I…" 

"You're a fast learner," I smirked. "You'll be just fine." 

Up and down, slow and steady, she moved her hand across the shaft, fumbling along the way as she did. This she did, all the while taking large heavy breaths, her chest, her perfectly full, perfectly round breasts rising and falling in a hypnotic sway - that, plus her continuous stroking, I was practically paralyzed in place, the absolute pleasure, raw, feverish… I almost couldn't handle it.

Ash, noticing my long silence, looked up at me again, and I saw her eyes glimmer with confidence - suddenly faster she went, rougher she moved - and a satisfaction, a slight smile formed on her face. 

"Fine, indeed… just as you claimed," She muttered. "And perhaps even beyond that, I wonder?

"Ahh…" was all that I managed to sputter out my throat. I was so overwhelmed by the sensation, I almost didn't hear her laughter sounding in a whisper.

"You have quite the peculiar expression on display, Master…" She said, in an endearing, sultry voice. "I am… quite eager to see more of it, more of you… in other ways…" briefly, she trailed away, her fingers slowly guiding me with a gentle grip under the crumpled, folded hems of her skirt, then blushing, flashing a sheepish look, she spoke again. "S-Should you permit it, of course…" 

Here we were, stripped away of most of our clothing, our bodies bare against one another, our senses locked in this ocean of intimate emotions, and somehow we were still talking about permission?

I'd laugh out loud if I weren't drowning in the said ocean right about now. Still, it's just like her to ask, just like her to consider, always placing my wants before hers… yet never once stopping to consider, that maybe perhaps that what I wanted the most was everything she did too…

"I'm… I must confess… an apprehension still lingers deep, echoing faintly within me, I've… I've never done this, any of this, all my life," Ash said, her free hand streaking across my bare chest. "But that feeling pales to my desire, my craving, this want yearning, echoing even louder inside me, my want for you…" 

In her fingers, between her thighs, I felt myself swelling, even more, felt my hips shift even closer towards hers, and in response, spurred on by the same sense of unbridled desire, Ash slowly parted her legs a little wider.

"A dozen of times you have told me, countless times you have assured me, and always upon hearing it, my love for you grows a hundredfold, to a limit impossible to measure…" 

Unable to restrain herself, Ash suddenly lunged forward for a quick passion-filled kiss, one that caught me by surprise, and just as I was getting into it, just as quickly, it had ended, and she drew herself back again, a loving gaze, her hand caressing the side of my face.

"Nevertheless, Master, I implore you, please tell me again, if you would," She cocked her head, flattened her smile. "Do you want me too?" 

Momentarily, I forgot to breathe, forgot to speak, pleasure stole the air from my lungs, so for an answer, I took one of her perked, firm nipples into my mouth, and let my tongue feast to its heart's content. 

Now it was her turn to be caught totally off-guard. I heard her squeal echo loudly into the night, felt her body arch upwards reflexively, shuddering, convulsing in place.

"A-Ah, Mas… Master, you…!" Her hands flew, grabbing tufts of my hair, and instinctively locking her arms around my head. "This is… what is…?! Mmm…!" 

From experience, I knew precisely what to do, how gentle to be, how rough I could get. Her body lift up even more, and I took the chance to wrap my arms across her back and buried my face even more in her breast, fondling the other, in the air was a euphony of moans and groans from the both of us, and when I finally unlatched my mouth from her nipples, there was spit everywhere on my mouth, as well as a bit of drool dribbling down Ash's parted, gasping lips.

Ash fell limp, her body ebbing away with the sensation, and yet, she remained a twitching, shuddering mess. I think I went a little bit overboard there for a moment… then slowly her eyes flew open again, staring at me, hovering closely above her, and in her gaze, that tender look, that wanting look… only grew stronger. 

"A simple yes… would have sufficed…" She weakly muttered between palpitations. "Just for your consideration…" 

I went back to nuzzling her neck, muttering as I did. "Actions speak louder than words, don't they?"

No retort, Ash just smiled. "Indeed…" 

That's when it happened. I don't if it was impatience, if it was lust, or if the moment had someone clouded your judgment, but without warning, Ash buried me again in a kiss, intensely, almost suffocating in strength, in force… and I had no choice but to respond with an equal force of my own. I felt her hands creeping down below again - and I had a distinct ripping noise sounding between our breaths. 

I reined my head back just in time to see Ash fling her now torn skirt somewhere into the darkness beyond. At first, I thought I just imagined it, I was feeling dizzy, light-headed, after all… but then I looked back at Ash, and there she laid unusually still, her hands formed into fists, folded across her rising, falling chest, doing her best to steady her breaths, her glowing green eyes staring at me softly almost submissively, acceptingly... 

"So now, I wonder, Master...." She said to me, spreading her legs wide open before me, "Just what kind of action would you decide to take now?"