Igris’s eyes traced her movement. As she flipped in the air, the hem of her sundress lifted.

His heart skipped a beat.

She wasn’t wearing panties.

He caught a flash of pink, glistening folds between her thighs before she disappeared into the shadows of the window.

"Damn it!"

He didn’t hesitate. He activated [Ground Shrinking Step].

"Bang!"

He launched himself off the ground, the stone cracking under his feet, and followed her through the window with the speed of a cannonball.

He landed inside the room, rolling to absorb the impact.

When he stood up and looked around, he was stunned.

The room had actually been arranged by her already.

It was a dusty, abandoned office once, but now...

There was a massive bed in the center, rose petals were scattered across the sheets in a heart shape. Scented candles flickered bt the sides and a bottle of expensive-looking alcohol sat on a table with two glasses.

There was even a bathtub in the corner, filled with milky, steaming water, two rubber duck toys floating on the surface.

She had all these things in her inventory? She had arranged all of this before he even arrived?

"You... planned this?" Igris asked, his voice trailing off.

Serra stood by the bed, the candlelight dancing in her eyes. She slowly reached up and pulled the pin from her hair. The bun unraveled, and her dark locks cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall.

"Elves are efficient," she murmured.

Before Igris could say another word, a shadow lunged at him.

Serra crashed into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and locking her lips with his.

Igris felt a surge of pure energy course through his body. Her lips were soft, tasting of cherries and wine from her lipgloss.

He reacted instantly. His arms wrapped around her small waist, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his torso, locking her ankles behind his back.

They kissed deeply, like hungry rabbits as they battled with their tongues and teeth. Igris pushed his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, exploring her. She sucked on his lower lip, biting gently, causing him to groan into her mouth.

Their spit exchanged, hot and heavy. The scent of jasmine and arousal filled the room, overpowering even the scented candles.

Igris walked them towards the bed, never breaking the kiss. He threw her onto the mattress, watching her bounce softly on the rose petals.

She looked up at him, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed with a lust that mirrored his own.

"Your clothes," she commanded breathlessly. "Off, now."

Igris didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed the collar of his shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying across the room as he revealed his lean, chiseled muscles, slick with a thin sheen of sweat. He unbuckled his belt, the metal clinking loudly in the quiet room, and let his pants drop.

His dragon was revealed—standing tall, angry, and pulsating with primal need.

Serra’s eyes traveled down his body, tracking the lines of his abs before landing on his manhood. Her eyes widened, a flicker of genuine fear crossing her features at the sheer size and girth of it.

"Big," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat. Her tongue, pink and wet, darted out to lick her lips nervously. "Very big. By the Sacred Grove... how is that supposed to fit?"

But even as she spoke the words, her thighs pressed together, rubbing against each other in unconscious need. The fear in her eyes was being consumed by curiosity, desire

She sat up, reaching for the hem of her sundress. With one fluid, mesmerizing motion, she pulled it over her head and tossed it aside.

Underneath, she was completely naked.

Her skin was flawless, pale as moonlight and seeming to glow from within. Her breasts were perky and heavy, topped with pink nipples that were already hard and begging for attention. Her flat stomach led down to the V of her thighs, where her pussy glistened with wetness, a little patch of blond hair neatly trimmed into a perfect landing strip.

She laid back against the pillows, her white-blond hair spreading around her head like a halo, and smiled at him with naked, shameless lust. Her golden eyes were half-lidded, heavy with desire, and her legs fell open in open invitation.

"Igris," she moaned his name, arching her back off the mattress. "Come claim your reward."

The smell of her wetness slammed into his enhanced Asura nose like a train. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced with a human woman. Elf pussy smelled of deep forests and secret glades, of flowers that bloomed only at midnight and berries that grew in the world’s most untouched places. It was the smell of life itself, concentrated and distilled into pure sexual essence. His mouth watered. His cock twitched violently, another bead of precum oozing from the tip.

Without hesitation, Igris climbed onto the bed, the heavy wooden frame creaking under his weight as he hovered over her, his dual-colored eyes locking onto hers.

"Are you sure?" he asked, one last thread of sanity holding him back. "What about your Holy Elven Mother Art?"

Serra reached up, grabbing his face with both hands, her nails digging slightly into his jaw as she pulled him down.

"I have more than one hole, you know," she whispered, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "The Mother Art only protects the door to future life. The other door can be used for pleasure..." She licked her lips. "Now shut up and use me. I’ve been a good girl. I deserve to be used like a bad one."

Igris felt blood pump even more to his dick, expanding it another inch until it looked like a vein-covered iron club!

Although Succubus were naturally more alluring, Elves were nature itself given flesh. Igris had heard a rumor in his past life: ’Fucking an elf is like becoming one with the world tree.’

You’d feel purified, high, divine, and nastier than a demon in hell—all at the exact same time!

Igris didn’t hold back anymore. He leaned down, capturing her nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting gently while his calloused hand traveled down her stomach to her wet heat.

"Oh!" she gasped, her back arching off the bed. "Your fingers... they’re so thick..."

He worked her with his hand while his mouth paid devoted attention to her breasts, switching from one to the other, licking and sucking and biting until both peaks glistened with his saliva and stood red and swollen from his attention. Her moans filled the small room, elven cries of pleasure that sounded almost like singing.

He kissed her jaw, her neck, tasting the salt and magic on her skin. He moved lower, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her collarbone and between the valley of her breasts. Serra arched her back, a soft, melodic sigh escaping her lips as he took her other nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

But Igris wanted the main course. He settled himself between her legs, his broad shoulders pushing her thighs apart, opening her to his gaze. She was glistening with arousal, her outer lips swollen and dark with blood, her inner lips peeking out like the petals of some exotic flower. The small patch of blond hair at the top of her mound was damp, curled with moisture. Her clit was a swollen pearl, peeking out from its hood, demanding attention.

She was already glistening with arousal. She had a little hair there, neatly trimmed into a perfect triangle, framing the most intimate part of her. Her pussy was very pink, tight, and inviting—the color of rose quartz, the opening clenching and unclenching rhythmically with her need.

"You’re beautiful," he murmured against her skin, his hot breath washing over her sensitive flesh and making her shiver violently. She jerked slightly, her thighs tensing beside his head. "Like a flower opening for the sun."

"Don’t... don’t tease me," she whimpered, her voice cracking. "Please, Igris. I need..."

He didn’t tease her any longer.

He lowered his head and ran his tongue along her slit in one long, slow lick, tasting her from opening to clit. The flavor that burst across his tongue was indescribable—sweet and tangy, floral and earthy, with an undertone of something almost spicy. It was like drinking nectar from the world’s most perfect flower, like tasting the essence of spring itself. She gasped above him, her hands flying to his hair and gripping tight enough to hurt, her hips bucking up against his face.

"Igris!" she cried out, her voice breaking on his name.

He didn’t tease her any longer. He lowered his head and ran his tongue along her entire slit, tasting her.

’Fuck!’

The moment her essence hit his tongue, a rush of pure, unadulterated euphoria exploded in his brain. It was like drinking a tea brewed from divine cannabis and cosmic nectar. His vision blurred with vibrant colors, and a heavenly tingling sensation raced down his spine.

She gasped, her hands flying to his hair, gripping his locks tight. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Igris!"