Third Person’s POV

She placed her hands over his and tried to resist, intending to stop him from going further.

But her grip was weak, trembling, and seemed to lack any real conviction.

Ethan did not mind her resistance, and using her moment of slight shock, he inserted his tongue into her mouth and began to explore.

He tasted her saliva and found it surprisingly sweet, and he did not mean it metaphorically.

It was genuinely sweet.

He could not help but attribute this shocking phenomenon to her being an elf, who were said to be pure beings closest to nature in this world.

As a result, he sucked on her saliva with even greater intensity.

For her, the sensation was strange at first as it felt foreign and invasive, but within a few seconds, it transformed into something else entirely.

It felt addictive.

And as this feeling reared its head inside her, she became even more flustered and embarrassed at herself, her cheeks burning brighter than ever.

Her body grew even hotter in response.

She felt heat pooling low in her belly and spreading outward until she felt like she might burn up from the inside.

In this cold weather, with snow falling outside the window and frost creeping across the glass, she felt an overwhelming urge to remove her clothes.

Looking into his intense eyes, those crimson depths that seemed to see right through her, she threw her concern away.

She began to tangle her tongue with his.

The kiss deepened and became even messier and more desperate.

Their tongues danced together in a clumsy but passionate rhythm as they explored, tasted, and seemed to learn from each other.

Ethan could feel her inexperience in every hesitant movement and every soft gasp that escaped her lips.

At the same time, he could also feel her soft and pliant white ass with his hands as it filled his palms perfectly.

She was wearing a thin, delicate net panty that offered little resistance to his touch.

But he did not remove it.

Instead, he simply grabbed her bountiful ass and began to squish it.

He kneaded the flesh with his fingers, pressing and releasing in a steady rhythm that made her moan softly against his lips.

"Mmm~~ ahh~~"

The breathy and unrestrained sounds spilled from her throat and only grew louder with each passing moment.

Suddenly, he slapped her ass gently at first and then with slightly more force, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.

SMACK!

"Nnngh~~"

He slapped her ass again, and the elf released another moan, each one more lustful than the last.

As he did that, his dick became even harder and rose to its full length within his pants.

It seemed to be demanding the elf beauty’s attention.

Elis, who had lost herself in feeling his upper body with her hands, getting her ass groped roughly, and getting kissed so fiercely that both their faces had been stained by their mingled saliva, suddenly felt something poking against her pussy.

She was shocked inwardly as she realized what it was.

She was wearing her hunting skirt.

It was short, practical, and designed for mobility in battles and travels rather than modesty.

When Ethan had pulled her into his lap, her panties had already been pressed directly against his groin, with only two thin layers of cloth separating their true union.

But now, feeling his hard penis poking directly at the center of her panties, she felt her breath hurry.

Her heart hammered in her chest, nearly deafening her.

At the same time, she also felt something else, a wetness spreading from her pussy and soaking through her panties.

It was the proof of her body’s undeniable response to him.

Meanwhile, Ethan finally left her lips.

He pulled back slightly and let her gasp for air.

She was almost out of breath as her chest heaved, while her lips were swollen and glistening with saliva.

But he did not stop after releasing her lips.

He continued to rain soft and wet kisses down her pale neck that traced a path from her jaw to her collarbone.

Each kiss sent shivers through her, made her arch her back, and made her press her tender hands on his chest tighter.

While he kissed her neck, he had moved his hands from her ass and had placed them on her breasts.

His fingers found the curves of her bosom and cupped them through the thin fabric of her blouse.

He started to squish, press, and fondle them into various shapes shamelessly.

He kneaded the soft flesh, brushed his thumbs over her nipples, circled and teased her areola, and squeezed her tits until she was squirming in his lap.

Her breath came in short, ragged gasps.

Her eyes were half-closed and glazed with desire.

Her body felt that it was no longer her own as it responded to his every touch with an eagerness that both amazed and terrified her.

She had never felt anything like this, and somewhere in the back of her mind, beneath the haze of passion and the pounding of her heart, she knew there was no going back for her.

The moment this realization settled inside her and she accepted it, her eyes fluttered open.

Looking into his deep crimson eyes, she suddenly began to move her hands from his chest down to his waist, and finally to his belt.

Her expression was shy and almost bashful, as she fumbled with the leather strap, her fingers trembling slightly as she tried to undo it.

Just as she was about to succeed, Ethan’s hands moved with sudden purpose.

He found the backlace of her top, the delicate fastening that was holding her upper garment in place, and with a single, rough pull, he loosened it completely.

Then he yanked her top downward.

In the span of a single second, both her top and the thin silk bra beneath slid down to her slim waist, exposing her upper body to the cold air.