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I Slept My Way To This Post, Chapter 3
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There are two senses in which sexual desire is produced in the intelligent races that rule this world. The first is libido, a biological drive that compels the body to have sex just as it might be compelled to eat or drink or sleep. The second is lust, the condition of desire that can be provoked by any number of things. Just as a mortal might seek food because he is hungry, or because it tastes good and he enjoys eating, so too might a mortal seek sex because it has been a long time, or because it is pleasurable and he enjoys it. Gluttons are defined by their eating purely for the pleasure of it; so too are lechers.
I had raised Ylantar's libido at key moments to ensure his relationship with Vicolene became sexual. I could - and did - just as easily lower it, but that did not affect his lusts. He had found that sex was enjoyable and desirable. He had used it to burn off stress, to handle negative emotions, and simply as habit. Now, with Vicolene's absence, sex was unavailable to him.
He was ornery, emotional, and it was clear that it was primarily due to the absence of sexual activity. After considering the females he knew, my mind went to Qilanna - she was a former military officer and a highly-ranked member of household staff. A sexual relationship with her would be beneficial to him in terms of his position in the family, and also fairly easy to maintain, since their training sessions were purely between the two of them and they had yet to be interrupted.
I did the simple thing of raising his libido when they were alone together, but he did not take the chance despite several repetitions. I determined that, just as lowering libido could not prevent him from having sex, raising it also could not force him to. He was certainly more than aware of the effect his teacher was having on her - his eyes would occasionally wander her toned body, and when once he chanced upon her in a relative state of undress (wearing a light top and leggings as she had been preparing for bed), he went back to his room to masturbate and spoke her name in a hushed voice. He simply did not actually do anything with her.
I should try to seduce Qilanna, I thought to him, one night after a particularly intensive bout of arousal. His ability to fight had suffered due to the mix of the physical obstacle of his erection, and the mental obstacle of his distraction. He seemed to consider it. "I don't want to get her in trouble. They would think she was taking advantage of me." He rolled over on one side, letting out a soft breath. I need sex. Ever since Vicolene left, I can't stand it. Qilanna is beautiful and available. I should seduce her. He bit his lip at the thought, clearly still hesitant, but considering. How can I make Qilanna mine?
That provoked his quiet way of talking to himself, muttering and considering. "I would have to seduce her, but it would have to be in a way that wouldn't be noticed. I could do it during our training sessions, but we couldn't have sex during them, not without costing me the martial skills I'll need to succeed." I could ask for more training sessions with her, and choose odd hours and isolated locations. "Is there any reason that wouldn't work? Maybe Mother wouldn't let me. Could I contrive a situation with Aunrae to give me an excuse? No, she's kept it subtle, I don't know how I'd manage that..."
Eventually, he settled on using implication when he asked his mother for a new room. Suggest that Aunrae was the problem, but let his actual words be factually correct: he wanted to have a more private, secluded location to train, and a second session to work on it. Aunrae might actually try to cause problems for him, if her sabotage wasn't a matter of personal pride but was instead some kind of political gambit.
Of course, that was only to come after he had actually seduced Qilanna. For now, he simply lay in bed and satisfied himself with his hand.
* * *
They had spent two hours training, on and off. Qilanna sat across from him, rolling her shoulders, her skin ebony with my ichor and glistening with sweat. She sipped her water, clearing away her throat and exhaustion as she gulped down a copious quantity of the stuff. Ylantar's eyes were drawn to the bob of her neck, and I was certain that his mental focus was on the similarity of the movement to the way that, say, Vicolene would gulp down his cum after fellating him.
"Do you have any lovers, Qilanna?" Ylantar asked her, making the older women turn his way and let out a small laugh.
"It is a rare thing, to find a lover of appropriate social status, for one such as myself. I will likely marry as the fly to the bot." That is a turn of phrase meaning 'below one's rank.' "I still quest for a lover, but, more like than not, that mission shall fail and I shall marry some good specimen of farmer or house servant."
Ylantar nodded, listening along to her words - then he placed his hand on her thigh. The movement was an unmistakable one, combined with the context, but so subtle that it could be dismissed without either of them losing face. All she would have to do is shift her leg away from him, and, if she had, then Ylantar would have given up on her immediately.
Instead, she simply shifted her body to push her leg towards him, making his fingers slide down towards her inner thigh. She looked at him, a gentle smile on her lips, a certain quirk of her eyebrows that dared him to do more. I should keep touching her. Ylantar's fingers slid up her thigh, towards her sex. He began to gently rub at it through the fabric of her trousers, teasing it subtly, and earned a broad smile from Qilanna, who seemed almost predatory as her own hand went directly for his cock. I made absolutely certain that it was hard by the time she arrived there, and she smiled even more broadly at that.
"Have your eyes truly turned my way?" She breathed the words with unambiguous lust, staring directly into his eyes. His cock twitched. "You do me as great an honor as I can imagine," she told me.
"I- we can't get married," he said, quickly, his chivalry an idiotic move. If he was going to say that, he should at least wait until the sex itself was over, make it fait accompli.
"I am no blind and deaf dullard," Qilanna said. "I know." Her fingers squeezed around his cock, making his hips briefly shift, and she let out a melodious laugh. "You like it, hmm?" She started to stroke him off in his trousers. "If I make you come like this, we won't even need to get undressed, to risk being caught..." She teased the words at his ear, so close to him now that her breath tickled at his bare skin. He shook his head, trembling subtly, her fingers very skilled in bringing on rather intense pleasure. It was only the fact that I was helping him that kept him from orgasming as she spoke, her fingertip trailing along his cockhead, giving it a subtle squeeze and top. "No? You want to let your pleasure flow into me? To father a bastard? I suppose I shall marry down regardless, so my husband-to-be would be forced to accept any youngling."
"There are ways that don't, require coitus. Or, silphium," he managed to sputter out.
She giggles at that. "Oh, someone has been learning. Dirty, dirty boy." She squeezed his cock anew, then pulled her hand back. "I cannot suffer being caught with the Lady's son's bare manhood in my mouth, or betwixt my breasts. I would certainly be flogged for such an impropriety, and perhaps worse, depending on the Lady's mood when she discovered."
"I can arrange for us to have privacy," Ylantar said, his voice in a rush.
Qilanna just smiled, no doubt imagining that this had all been her idea.
* * *
The premise of their current training was fairly simple: they would use one of the sheds further out in the fields to practice their fighting in. It would provide them with privacy, and not disturb others, because these practice sessions would take place late at night, forcing Ylantar to fight "while groggy." Such was the justification.
And, such was the fact. Qilanna battered away at Ylantar's defenses as he struggled to wake up quickly enough, a certain sluggishness to his movements that may have been hidden to him, but wasn't to me, or to Qilanna. "I cannot have you sluggish when awoken for battle; I must be able to make fair accounting of my time with you. We can make love when our practice is done. If you can beat me..." she challenged, with a lopsided, cocky smirk.
For most dark elven boys, the presumptuousness would have been offensive. Perhaps even with Ylantar himself. However, a bit of toying with his libido at the key moments kept that from becoming the case. His problem became having to fight with an erection, which soon solved itself, his eagerness sending blood rushing through his body. He tried to bring in some of his magic, but Qilanna was an experienced, dextrous spellweaver, and managed to defeat it - at least, until I let him use a far more boosted light spell, which managed to blind her even through her defenses of darkness for a second. More than long enough for Ylantar to send her tumbling to the ground.
She let out a gasp of surprise as she fell, but she managed to get a hand beneath her before she actually hit it. "Call," she said, the signal to stop the fight. She rose and shook herself clear. "Aunrae must be teaching you thoroughly. I've never seen such an intense light spell."
I knew it was no thanks to Aunrae, but Ylantar was keeping her failures as a teacher under wraps. "She is a competent spellweaver," he said, demurring on the actual specifics of the reason for his own successes. Natural (or "natural," as it was all down to me) talent.
"You impressed me. Perhaps I should have banned your use of that particular magic in our fight, since it isn't like you can use it on ceiling lurkers or tangle pillars." Two of the (many, many) forms of largely inert predators common to the lands down here; they carried a line of descent from the world of my day, when it was dark and black and cold, and their ilk dominated this far down. The dark elves who spoke without experience claimed the surface was incredibly dangerous; the dark elves who spoke with experience, claimed it was far more pleasant than this underworld, save perhaps the scalding brilliance of the sun, which even my ichor couldn't protect them from. "But. You won," she told him, and stepped towards him.
To help you fix Qilanna's image in your mind: imagine a muscular, tall, handsome woman; make her breasts just so large you cannot quite wrap your hands around them; age her into her late thirties; and braid her hair into a curl that goes in a circle round the back of her head. As with all the dark elves, of course, her skin had an ebony luster, and her hair was a silvery-white.
She began by simply removing Ylantar's pants, revealing his hard cock to the open air. She smiled as she saw it, fingers gently stroking up and down his length as she smiled sweetly up at him. "Look at this thing," she breathed. "So hard. So eager. Let's get you to come quick," she said, her free hand placed against the front of his cock, "so I don't have to worry about you simply spurting when we actually begin sex proper."
"If, you prefer it, that way," Ylantar replied, as her fingers' pace increased, until she was pumping her hand rapidly up and down. His cock made the occasional wet squelch, as her hands pressed the sweat this way and that. She teased the tip with her fingers, gripping around the very uppermost part, wrapping round the cockhead and making him groan in pleasure. If it hadn't been for my presence, my influence, he definitely would have come already - but he didn't.
She didn't realize that I was keeping him from orgasming, and just got more intense and insistent in the way she touched him. "I beg of you, Ylantar. Let loose your love upon me. Spray your hot seed across my fingers and palm." He just panted and tried his very best to do so, but I didn't let him. "You are more than welcome to, at the moment it pleases you. I'll use my tongue to clean it off. You'll see your white marks sprayed all along my dark skin," she told him, her voice practically dripping with lust. "Go ahead, I wish to see it, to feel it. This will be our first time together, do not resist the rush of pleasure early so that it comes upon you later."
"I really can't," he breathed out, shuddering. "I can come, but- not right now," he managed to explain. Maybe it's because it's just her hand? I prompted. "M-maybe if you use more than your hand?"
She let out another gentle, almost maternal laugh at that. "Very well. Sit down," she said, pulling her hand back. His cock twitched wildly, and he sat. Among dark elves, a male managing to last for quite some time produced a sense of competition and insistence on the part of the women. Sex that didn't end in the man's ejaculation hardly even counted as sex; a woman who didn't manage to bring her lover off was a failure of a woman. But, mortals' minds are quite simple, and the more effort they spend on something, the more valuable it seems to them.
Though, of course, I had also come to enjoy the physical sensations of sex. Qilanna was soon kneeling before him, stroking him at her own face, tempting me to release my control simply to stain her features with his cum. I resisted, though, and in short order she leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the very tip of his cock. Her cheeks hollowed as she simply sucked, her hand upon his cock frantically pounding up and down. The powerful sensation of suction would surely have driven him over the edge - if it hadn't been for me.
Ylantar was by this point trembling with exertion, his fingers clawing at the seat beneath him as he strained to come but was prevented to by me. Qilanna, seeing that her suction strategy (however pleasant it may have been) was not working, began to dive down his cock, taking it inch by inch into her mouth and throat. Her throat swelled, her tongue flattening out to really invite his cock deep inside, and soon enough, she was pressed into his pelvis. He was hairless down there, as her nostril smushed into his pelvic bone, her face contorting in lewd ways as she did so. The suckling motion of her mouth around his cock, her throat swallowing around his length, it felt so very extremely good.
I didn't let him come. He was gasping desperately. "Come, want to, n, aah," he was muttering with raw desperation. I was enjoying the physical sensation of the inside of Qilanna's throat, and the longer this went on, the more desperate she would feel to ensure that he came.
Qilanna behaved as I expected: when choking herself on his cock, swallowing wetly and flapping her tongue against the underside, failed to manage to produce an orgasm, she slid off his length, letting out a wet gasp. "You seem to have true difficulty orgasming," she said, with a faint frown. "Let's try this," she said, starting to lick along his length, running her tongue from his base to his tip, smearing spit across it and half-occluding her face in the movement, while her hands moved to remove her top, quickly stripping it bare, tossing it aside. Her breasts were perky, full, round, seeming to utterly defy gravity, and she popped back to let his dick flop back down to where her face had been. She smiled vividly up at him, hands grasping her own breasts, and smushing them around his cock.
"Wh-what?" He sputtered, having never seen this particular position before.
"It's called a titfuck, among the soldiery," she told him, leaning forward to lick and suckle at the very tip of his cock. Her breasts felt absolutely delightful, all her earlier licking and sucking meaning that his cock was thoroughly lathered up in spit for this very moment. Her hands clasped tight around her breasts, fingertips lacing together near the tip, and she looked up at him as she suckled fiercely on the very tip of his cock, her lips stretching out obscenely, her cheeks turning hollow from the movement.
I let him come, then. He erupted in a continuous geyser. Qilanna's eyes widened at the sheer quantity of his seed, as it sprayed all through the inside of her mouth, clinging to her palate, smearing across the back of her mouth, clogging up her throat, leaving its tang upon her tongue. I felt as she hungrily swallowed down every last drop, and Ylantar shivered and fell lax and slack suddenly, hands falling to his sides, open and palms up.
When he was completely spent, she finished swallowing up the last few droplets of cum and popped off his cock. "You certainly managed to show your desire to the utmost," she said, staring down at the hard cock that now simply bobbed in the air, pointed at her face half the time, the other half at her chest.
She admired it for a long few seconds, then reached for the base of Ylantar's shirt. I felt the stick of sweat as it was peeled away, as it tried to cling to his body; when his bare chest was revealed, she leered down at it with naked lust, her breath shallow as she shifted removed her own bottoms, soon straddling Ylantar with her naked body. "Do not agonize; I have consumed sweet silphium, gift of the goddess to we dark elves," she reassured him, fingers softly running across his chest. "There is no need to fear that you shall make a mother of me. It would ruin my life far more than yours, were that to happen."
She slid down upon him, then, letting out a soft sigh as his length entirely disappeared inside her pink folds. Her breath through her nostrils was heavy, her head shaking from side to side as she took him to the base. There was the faintest hint of a groan, her full breasts seeming to press outwards, and his hands reached up for them, softly pawing at them, noticing where they had become wet from his spit, sticky from her sweat. She shivered gently as he caressed them - he had learned a bit from Vicolene's body, but there was a difference between the two's breasts, not only in size but in the particular spots of sensitivity.
She began to bounce, her whole body rising and falling, her breasts moving with it. His fingers squeezed into her tits. "You're so sexy," he breathed out. "I've been fantasizing about you for weeks," he told her, making her smile.
"You have, hmm? I thought I caught the twinkle of desire in your eye; I am glad to know I have not merely gone mad." She started to lean forward, pressing her breasts against his palms in the process - the crushing movement appeared to be the most delightful to her, judging by the way she sputtered and groaned atop him, her sex clamping down briefly on his cock. Her eyelashes fluttered, her whole body twisting atop him. "Come now. Come within me at your whim," she said, her voice milky and vibrating as she twitched atop him. "Nnn, I'm, quite satisfied, oh, yes," she ground out before coming atop him, her cunt squeezing down like a vice on his length.
It was intense, the sensation of that orgasm - the way her cunt groped and squeezed hard on his dick. It was almost malicious, in the way her inner muscles coiled and squeezed around his cock, but the pleasure was so incredible I almost wanted to let Ylantar come. I did not, however. Again, to make her work for it, would make her appreciate it all the more when it did come, would make her think of herself as a capable lover for bringing him off, rather than him as an incompetent one for coming so quick.
When her orgasm finished, there was a sagging of both their bodies. Qilanna's as she trembled, fingers pressed down against Ylantar's bare chest, pushing against his pectorals; Ylantar as he shuddered and panted at his own near miss, his body having bucked wildly and instinctively but now calming down with that panting enervation that came after such brief bouts of wild-eyed desire.
She began to ride him again not even a minute later, panting and breathing through her nose heavily as she rode him. "I am your teacher, and now your lover too. I'll teach you all the ways of love, my dear Ylantar, so simply let go. Let yourself enjoy it. Let that impassioned seed slip free from inside you and greet me; there is nothing to fear." He grunted, fingers practically mauling her tits as his hips started to slam up against her, but it wasn't his own self-control that was keeping him from coming - it was my control of such things.
"I need, to come," he whispered, "why can't I come."
She let out the softest noise of sympathy, fingers reaching down to gently caress his cheek, trailing along his features with loving care as she slowed down. "The toiling laborer knows that haste makes waste," she told him, beginning to move more slowly, her pace measured and careful. Each inch was swallowed up in her wet sex, and then all but the very tip was let out, as though she was kissing his cock with her pussy. Then she would slither back down. "You will find your pleasure in time. Until then, simply lie back and enjoy it. Forget chasing your pleasure, and relax. Trust me."
She certainly wasn't forgetting about chasing his pleasure herself. He was out of his wits from the sensations he'd been battered around by; I, on the other hand, was fully capable of noticing the way that Qilanna rolled her hips round on his cock. The way she would occasionally squeeze it. The way she would press down against him, grinding his dick against her inner walls this direction and that. At some point, she leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his bare chest, her lips finding his shoulder, softly kissing and licking the skin there, making her way up to his neck, licking his lips, nibbling his earlobe, breathing directly against his face as she leered down over him.
I made her work for it. She did. She spent an hour working away, increasingly exhausted, increasingly tired. Her own orgasms came and went, one after the other, minutes stretching out into an unbearable infinity for her. Her skin shone with sweat; her eyes glistened with tears; and her pupils were wild with lust. When I did let him go off inside her, it provoked such a wild moan from her, her thighs trembling softly as she twitched beneath him, yet it was as much from relief as from pleasure. Her head lolled forward, and at last, she removed herself from him.
"That was... incredible..." he breathed.
"I will learn to bring you off more swiftly, Ylantar," she said, as she collected a towel, wetting it and patting away her sweat before getting herself dressed. "That was... quite enervating. I am afraid we cannot train further; when next we fight, spellweaving shall not be permitted."
"Yes, ma'am," he panted from where he lay. She smiled gently, leaned over him, and kissed his forehead.
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There are two senses in which sexual desire is produced in the intelligent races that rule this world. The first is libido, a biological drive that compels the body to have sex just as it might be compelled to eat or drink or sleep. The second is lust, the condition of desire that can be provoked by any number of things. Just as a mortal might seek food because he is hungry, or because it tastes good and he enjoys eating, so too might a mortal seek sex because it has been a long time, or because it is pleasurable and he enjoys it. Gluttons are defined by their eating purely for the pleasure of it; so too are lechers.
I had raised Ylantar's libido at key moments to ensure his relationship with Vicolene became sexual. I could - and did - just as easily lower it, but that did not affect his lusts. He had found that sex was enjoyable and desirable. He had used it to burn off stress, to handle negative emotions, and simply as habit. Now, with Vicolene's absence, sex was unavailable to him.
He was ornery, emotional, and it was clear that it was primarily due to the absence of sexual activity. After considering the females he knew, my mind went to Qilanna - she was a former military officer and a highly-ranked member of household staff. A sexual relationship with her would be beneficial to him in terms of his position in the family, and also fairly easy to maintain, since their training sessions were purely between the two of them and they had yet to be interrupted.
I did the simple thing of raising his libido when they were alone together, but he did not take the chance despite several repetitions. I determined that, just as lowering libido could not prevent him from having sex, raising it also could not force him to. He was certainly more than aware of the effect his teacher was having on her - his eyes would occasionally wander her toned body, and when once he chanced upon her in a relative state of undress (wearing a light top and leggings as she had been preparing for bed), he went back to his room to masturbate and spoke her name in a hushed voice. He simply did not actually do anything with her.
I should try to seduce Qilanna, I thought to him, one night after a particularly intensive bout of arousal. His ability to fight had suffered due to the mix of the physical obstacle of his erection, and the mental obstacle of his distraction. He seemed to consider it. "I don't want to get her in trouble. They would think she was taking advantage of me." He rolled over on one side, letting out a soft breath. I need sex. Ever since Vicolene left, I can't stand it. Qilanna is beautiful and available. I should seduce her. He bit his lip at the thought, clearly still hesitant, but considering. How can I make Qilanna mine?
That provoked his quiet way of talking to himself, muttering and considering. "I would have to seduce her, but it would have to be in a way that wouldn't be noticed. I could do it during our training sessions, but we couldn't have sex during them, not without costing me the martial skills I'll need to succeed." I could ask for more training sessions with her, and choose odd hours and isolated locations. "Is there any reason that wouldn't work? Maybe Mother wouldn't let me. Could I contrive a situation with Aunrae to give me an excuse? No, she's kept it subtle, I don't know how I'd manage that..."
Eventually, he settled on using implication when he asked his mother for a new room. Suggest that Aunrae was the problem, but let his actual words be factually correct: he wanted to have a more private, secluded location to train, and a second session to work on it. Aunrae might actually try to cause problems for him, if her sabotage wasn't a matter of personal pride but was instead some kind of political gambit.
Of course, that was only to come after he had actually seduced Qilanna. For now, he simply lay in bed and satisfied himself with his hand.
* * *
They had spent two hours training, on and off. Qilanna sat across from him, rolling her shoulders, her skin ebony with my ichor and glistening with sweat. She sipped her water, clearing away her throat and exhaustion as she gulped down a copious quantity of the stuff. Ylantar's eyes were drawn to the bob of her neck, and I was certain that his mental focus was on the similarity of the movement to the way that, say, Vicolene would gulp down his cum after fellating him.
"Do you have any lovers, Qilanna?" Ylantar asked her, making the older women turn his way and let out a small laugh.
"It is a rare thing, to find a lover of appropriate social status, for one such as myself. I will likely marry as the fly to the bot." That is a turn of phrase meaning 'below one's rank.' "I still quest for a lover, but, more like than not, that mission shall fail and I shall marry some good specimen of farmer or house servant."
Ylantar nodded, listening along to her words - then he placed his hand on her thigh. The movement was an unmistakable one, combined with the context, but so subtle that it could be dismissed without either of them losing face. All she would have to do is shift her leg away from him, and, if she had, then Ylantar would have given up on her immediately.
Instead, she simply shifted her body to push her leg towards him, making his fingers slide down towards her inner thigh. She looked at him, a gentle smile on her lips, a certain quirk of her eyebrows that dared him to do more. I should keep touching her. Ylantar's fingers slid up her thigh, towards her sex. He began to gently rub at it through the fabric of her trousers, teasing it subtly, and earned a broad smile from Qilanna, who seemed almost predatory as her own hand went directly for his cock. I made absolutely certain that it was hard by the time she arrived there, and she smiled even more broadly at that.
"Have your eyes truly turned my way?" She breathed the words with unambiguous lust, staring directly into his eyes. His cock twitched. "You do me as great an honor as I can imagine," she told me.
"I- we can't get married," he said, quickly, his chivalry an idiotic move. If he was going to say that, he should at least wait until the sex itself was over, make it fait accompli.
"I am no blind and deaf dullard," Qilanna said. "I know." Her fingers squeezed around his cock, making his hips briefly shift, and she let out a melodious laugh. "You like it, hmm?" She started to stroke him off in his trousers. "If I make you come like this, we won't even need to get undressed, to risk being caught..." She teased the words at his ear, so close to him now that her breath tickled at his bare skin. He shook his head, trembling subtly, her fingers very skilled in bringing on rather intense pleasure. It was only the fact that I was helping him that kept him from orgasming as she spoke, her fingertip trailing along his cockhead, giving it a subtle squeeze and top. "No? You want to let your pleasure flow into me? To father a bastard? I suppose I shall marry down regardless, so my husband-to-be would be forced to accept any youngling."
"There are ways that don't, require coitus. Or, silphium," he managed to sputter out.
She giggles at that. "Oh, someone has been learning. Dirty, dirty boy." She squeezed his cock anew, then pulled her hand back. "I cannot suffer being caught with the Lady's son's bare manhood in my mouth, or betwixt my breasts. I would certainly be flogged for such an impropriety, and perhaps worse, depending on the Lady's mood when she discovered."
"I can arrange for us to have privacy," Ylantar said, his voice in a rush.
Qilanna just smiled, no doubt imagining that this had all been her idea.
* * *
The premise of their current training was fairly simple: they would use one of the sheds further out in the fields to practice their fighting in. It would provide them with privacy, and not disturb others, because these practice sessions would take place late at night, forcing Ylantar to fight "while groggy." Such was the justification.
And, such was the fact. Qilanna battered away at Ylantar's defenses as he struggled to wake up quickly enough, a certain sluggishness to his movements that may have been hidden to him, but wasn't to me, or to Qilanna. "I cannot have you sluggish when awoken for battle; I must be able to make fair accounting of my time with you. We can make love when our practice is done. If you can beat me..." she challenged, with a lopsided, cocky smirk.
For most dark elven boys, the presumptuousness would have been offensive. Perhaps even with Ylantar himself. However, a bit of toying with his libido at the key moments kept that from becoming the case. His problem became having to fight with an erection, which soon solved itself, his eagerness sending blood rushing through his body. He tried to bring in some of his magic, but Qilanna was an experienced, dextrous spellweaver, and managed to defeat it - at least, until I let him use a far more boosted light spell, which managed to blind her even through her defenses of darkness for a second. More than long enough for Ylantar to send her tumbling to the ground.
She let out a gasp of surprise as she fell, but she managed to get a hand beneath her before she actually hit it. "Call," she said, the signal to stop the fight. She rose and shook herself clear. "Aunrae must be teaching you thoroughly. I've never seen such an intense light spell."
I knew it was no thanks to Aunrae, but Ylantar was keeping her failures as a teacher under wraps. "She is a competent spellweaver," he said, demurring on the actual specifics of the reason for his own successes. Natural (or "natural," as it was all down to me) talent.
"You impressed me. Perhaps I should have banned your use of that particular magic in our fight, since it isn't like you can use it on ceiling lurkers or tangle pillars." Two of the (many, many) forms of largely inert predators common to the lands down here; they carried a line of descent from the world of my day, when it was dark and black and cold, and their ilk dominated this far down. The dark elves who spoke without experience claimed the surface was incredibly dangerous; the dark elves who spoke with experience, claimed it was far more pleasant than this underworld, save perhaps the scalding brilliance of the sun, which even my ichor couldn't protect them from. "But. You won," she told him, and stepped towards him.
To help you fix Qilanna's image in your mind: imagine a muscular, tall, handsome woman; make her breasts just so large you cannot quite wrap your hands around them; age her into her late thirties; and braid her hair into a curl that goes in a circle round the back of her head. As with all the dark elves, of course, her skin had an ebony luster, and her hair was a silvery-white.
She began by simply removing Ylantar's pants, revealing his hard cock to the open air. She smiled as she saw it, fingers gently stroking up and down his length as she smiled sweetly up at him. "Look at this thing," she breathed. "So hard. So eager. Let's get you to come quick," she said, her free hand placed against the front of his cock, "so I don't have to worry about you simply spurting when we actually begin sex proper."
"If, you prefer it, that way," Ylantar replied, as her fingers' pace increased, until she was pumping her hand rapidly up and down. His cock made the occasional wet squelch, as her hands pressed the sweat this way and that. She teased the tip with her fingers, gripping around the very uppermost part, wrapping round the cockhead and making him groan in pleasure. If it hadn't been for my presence, my influence, he definitely would have come already - but he didn't.
She didn't realize that I was keeping him from orgasming, and just got more intense and insistent in the way she touched him. "I beg of you, Ylantar. Let loose your love upon me. Spray your hot seed across my fingers and palm." He just panted and tried his very best to do so, but I didn't let him. "You are more than welcome to, at the moment it pleases you. I'll use my tongue to clean it off. You'll see your white marks sprayed all along my dark skin," she told him, her voice practically dripping with lust. "Go ahead, I wish to see it, to feel it. This will be our first time together, do not resist the rush of pleasure early so that it comes upon you later."
"I really can't," he breathed out, shuddering. "I can come, but- not right now," he managed to explain. Maybe it's because it's just her hand? I prompted. "M-maybe if you use more than your hand?"
She let out another gentle, almost maternal laugh at that. "Very well. Sit down," she said, pulling her hand back. His cock twitched wildly, and he sat. Among dark elves, a male managing to last for quite some time produced a sense of competition and insistence on the part of the women. Sex that didn't end in the man's ejaculation hardly even counted as sex; a woman who didn't manage to bring her lover off was a failure of a woman. But, mortals' minds are quite simple, and the more effort they spend on something, the more valuable it seems to them.
Though, of course, I had also come to enjoy the physical sensations of sex. Qilanna was soon kneeling before him, stroking him at her own face, tempting me to release my control simply to stain her features with his cum. I resisted, though, and in short order she leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the very tip of his cock. Her cheeks hollowed as she simply sucked, her hand upon his cock frantically pounding up and down. The powerful sensation of suction would surely have driven him over the edge - if it hadn't been for me.
Ylantar was by this point trembling with exertion, his fingers clawing at the seat beneath him as he strained to come but was prevented to by me. Qilanna, seeing that her suction strategy (however pleasant it may have been) was not working, began to dive down his cock, taking it inch by inch into her mouth and throat. Her throat swelled, her tongue flattening out to really invite his cock deep inside, and soon enough, she was pressed into his pelvis. He was hairless down there, as her nostril smushed into his pelvic bone, her face contorting in lewd ways as she did so. The suckling motion of her mouth around his cock, her throat swallowing around his length, it felt so very extremely good.
I didn't let him come. He was gasping desperately. "Come, want to, n, aah," he was muttering with raw desperation. I was enjoying the physical sensation of the inside of Qilanna's throat, and the longer this went on, the more desperate she would feel to ensure that he came.
Qilanna behaved as I expected: when choking herself on his cock, swallowing wetly and flapping her tongue against the underside, failed to manage to produce an orgasm, she slid off his length, letting out a wet gasp. "You seem to have true difficulty orgasming," she said, with a faint frown. "Let's try this," she said, starting to lick along his length, running her tongue from his base to his tip, smearing spit across it and half-occluding her face in the movement, while her hands moved to remove her top, quickly stripping it bare, tossing it aside. Her breasts were perky, full, round, seeming to utterly defy gravity, and she popped back to let his dick flop back down to where her face had been. She smiled vividly up at him, hands grasping her own breasts, and smushing them around his cock.
"Wh-what?" He sputtered, having never seen this particular position before.
"It's called a titfuck, among the soldiery," she told him, leaning forward to lick and suckle at the very tip of his cock. Her breasts felt absolutely delightful, all her earlier licking and sucking meaning that his cock was thoroughly lathered up in spit for this very moment. Her hands clasped tight around her breasts, fingertips lacing together near the tip, and she looked up at him as she suckled fiercely on the very tip of his cock, her lips stretching out obscenely, her cheeks turning hollow from the movement.
I let him come, then. He erupted in a continuous geyser. Qilanna's eyes widened at the sheer quantity of his seed, as it sprayed all through the inside of her mouth, clinging to her palate, smearing across the back of her mouth, clogging up her throat, leaving its tang upon her tongue. I felt as she hungrily swallowed down every last drop, and Ylantar shivered and fell lax and slack suddenly, hands falling to his sides, open and palms up.
When he was completely spent, she finished swallowing up the last few droplets of cum and popped off his cock. "You certainly managed to show your desire to the utmost," she said, staring down at the hard cock that now simply bobbed in the air, pointed at her face half the time, the other half at her chest.
She admired it for a long few seconds, then reached for the base of Ylantar's shirt. I felt the stick of sweat as it was peeled away, as it tried to cling to his body; when his bare chest was revealed, she leered down at it with naked lust, her breath shallow as she shifted removed her own bottoms, soon straddling Ylantar with her naked body. "Do not agonize; I have consumed sweet silphium, gift of the goddess to we dark elves," she reassured him, fingers softly running across his chest. "There is no need to fear that you shall make a mother of me. It would ruin my life far more than yours, were that to happen."
She slid down upon him, then, letting out a soft sigh as his length entirely disappeared inside her pink folds. Her breath through her nostrils was heavy, her head shaking from side to side as she took him to the base. There was the faintest hint of a groan, her full breasts seeming to press outwards, and his hands reached up for them, softly pawing at them, noticing where they had become wet from his spit, sticky from her sweat. She shivered gently as he caressed them - he had learned a bit from Vicolene's body, but there was a difference between the two's breasts, not only in size but in the particular spots of sensitivity.
She began to bounce, her whole body rising and falling, her breasts moving with it. His fingers squeezed into her tits. "You're so sexy," he breathed out. "I've been fantasizing about you for weeks," he told her, making her smile.
"You have, hmm? I thought I caught the twinkle of desire in your eye; I am glad to know I have not merely gone mad." She started to lean forward, pressing her breasts against his palms in the process - the crushing movement appeared to be the most delightful to her, judging by the way she sputtered and groaned atop him, her sex clamping down briefly on his cock. Her eyelashes fluttered, her whole body twisting atop him. "Come now. Come within me at your whim," she said, her voice milky and vibrating as she twitched atop him. "Nnn, I'm, quite satisfied, oh, yes," she ground out before coming atop him, her cunt squeezing down like a vice on his length.
It was intense, the sensation of that orgasm - the way her cunt groped and squeezed hard on his dick. It was almost malicious, in the way her inner muscles coiled and squeezed around his cock, but the pleasure was so incredible I almost wanted to let Ylantar come. I did not, however. Again, to make her work for it, would make her appreciate it all the more when it did come, would make her think of herself as a capable lover for bringing him off, rather than him as an incompetent one for coming so quick.
When her orgasm finished, there was a sagging of both their bodies. Qilanna's as she trembled, fingers pressed down against Ylantar's bare chest, pushing against his pectorals; Ylantar as he shuddered and panted at his own near miss, his body having bucked wildly and instinctively but now calming down with that panting enervation that came after such brief bouts of wild-eyed desire.
She began to ride him again not even a minute later, panting and breathing through her nose heavily as she rode him. "I am your teacher, and now your lover too. I'll teach you all the ways of love, my dear Ylantar, so simply let go. Let yourself enjoy it. Let that impassioned seed slip free from inside you and greet me; there is nothing to fear." He grunted, fingers practically mauling her tits as his hips started to slam up against her, but it wasn't his own self-control that was keeping him from coming - it was my control of such things.
"I need, to come," he whispered, "why can't I come."
She let out the softest noise of sympathy, fingers reaching down to gently caress his cheek, trailing along his features with loving care as she slowed down. "The toiling laborer knows that haste makes waste," she told him, beginning to move more slowly, her pace measured and careful. Each inch was swallowed up in her wet sex, and then all but the very tip was let out, as though she was kissing his cock with her pussy. Then she would slither back down. "You will find your pleasure in time. Until then, simply lie back and enjoy it. Forget chasing your pleasure, and relax. Trust me."
She certainly wasn't forgetting about chasing his pleasure herself. He was out of his wits from the sensations he'd been battered around by; I, on the other hand, was fully capable of noticing the way that Qilanna rolled her hips round on his cock. The way she would occasionally squeeze it. The way she would press down against him, grinding his dick against her inner walls this direction and that. At some point, she leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his bare chest, her lips finding his shoulder, softly kissing and licking the skin there, making her way up to his neck, licking his lips, nibbling his earlobe, breathing directly against his face as she leered down over him.
I made her work for it. She did. She spent an hour working away, increasingly exhausted, increasingly tired. Her own orgasms came and went, one after the other, minutes stretching out into an unbearable infinity for her. Her skin shone with sweat; her eyes glistened with tears; and her pupils were wild with lust. When I did let him go off inside her, it provoked such a wild moan from her, her thighs trembling softly as she twitched beneath him, yet it was as much from relief as from pleasure. Her head lolled forward, and at last, she removed herself from him.
"That was... incredible..." he breathed.
"I will learn to bring you off more swiftly, Ylantar," she said, as she collected a towel, wetting it and patting away her sweat before getting herself dressed. "That was... quite enervating. I am afraid we cannot train further; when next we fight, spellweaving shall not be permitted."
"Yes, ma'am," he panted from where he lay. She smiled gently, leaned over him, and kissed his forehead.
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