Blood Elf Monarch

WARNING:

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

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It was obvious that Serene was willing to try it. Otherwise she would not have bothered with an explanation. She was having a difficult time clarifying what she had meant, but from what Tristan could glean from it, aside from a few long-winded sentences about 'souls' and 'bonding', it should be similar to the difference between having sex and making love.

Tristan had some experience with sex before, a few nights spent with tavern maids here and there, but he couldn't say that he understood the difference. He simply knew the gist of it. But then again, there was no better teacher than experience.  why not put the theories Serene had explained to the test, and see for themselves?

If he managed to get it right then he would finally achieve the release he had been seeking, had been craving since arriving in this world. Once again he recalled his experience with the fire magician and grimaced; he really hated to have to repeat such an incident. This time, he was determined to do everything right. No matter what it took. 

Watching the princess shift slightly in front of him, his mind reeled and his vision tunneled, the desire emitting throughout his body made painfully clear as each thought he had focused on how to ravish and devour the beautiful princess in front of him. Knowing that Serene had no prior experience, he decided to be the one to initiate and take the lead.

Tristan gave a reassuring smile, letting his fingers intertwine with hers. He placed a hand on the side of her head, as if trying to ensure that she saw and thought of no one else but him.

"I will start gently. If you want to stop, just say so… and I will."

Serene was startled, it's as though he wasn't the same man who was mocking her before. This time, his words felt sincere, his gaze genuine. 

She closed her eyes and let him take the lead.

Tristan moved his right hand to caress slow, soft patterns on her cheek before stopping at the edge of her lips. He let his thumb trace her soft lips once, before leaning close and kissing her. He let his breath ghost on the side of her face, lingering there for a bit before travelling to the pulse point on her neck and sucking it.

Through his newfound powers, Tristan could feel a slight trembling of pleasure reverberate from the woman in front of him. 

"Ahhh…" Serene unexpectedly let out a soft moan.

Tristan gave her a soft smile and whispered into her ear. "Shall I continue, my princess?"

Serene said nothing in reply, and Tristan took that silence as consent to continue. It was time to take things up a notch. Looking into her eyes, he gently cradled the back of her head, stroking her soft, golden hair before claiming her lips with his own. He was by no means experienced himself, but he understood, at the very least, the weight women placed on their first kiss. 

Tristan let her tongue slip between her parted lips and took the time to taste her, letting their tongues coil around one another in a heated dance. His movements were nimble, yet gentle, and he took Serene's tongue before twisting it with eager and deliberate movements. He nibbled and sucked on her lower lip, making the goddess in his arm let out a choked moan.

Of course, he couldn't just stop at a kiss. His hands shifted under her clothes as he began to caress her figure.

After a while, she seemed to finally get her courage and tried to explore his mouth as well. They exchanged each other's taste before finally separating, a trail of saliva connecting the tip of their tongues.

Gently, Tristan smiled and looked at her, the lust evident underneath his heavy lids. A faint glimmer of hope bloomed that he would finally be able to chase his own pleasure this time.

"Now, listen to me, and follow my lead."

Serena nodded slowly in response, but internally, she was conflicted. What was it that made her place such trust in the man she hated until mere moments ago? Had he managed to utilize his blood magic without her noticing? If so, when? 

While still pondering over the sudden rush of questions that entered her mind, Tristan's hand was once again tracing slow, lazy circles throughout her body. He removed the beautiful, ornate dress she was wearing - the luxurious fabric pooled around her hips before he dragged the tips of his fingers through the valley of her breasts. Serena's face reddened, unable to hide the wonderful sensations jolting through her body from Tristan's handiwork on her skin.

As if startled awake from some dreamlike haze, she suddenly realized that she was fully undressed, her clothes thrown carelessly into some random corner of the room. Looking upwards at Tristan, she was expecting his gaze to be filled with the same lust so many men before him had looked at her with, but unexpectedly, he met her eyes with a smile of sincere awe.

"You truly are a work of art, princess."

Tristan was not lying to indulge her; the woman in front of him was a real goddess.

Her long golden hair was splayed behind her like a pair of beautiful wings, and despite how often she was called to battle, not a single scar was etched onto her flawless skin. Up to this point, when Tristan touched her it was fleeting, simple, borne out of necessity. But now that he had the chance, he took the time to relish the smooth skin beneath his fingers. Tristan had dreamt of taking her for quite some time, and now that it became a reality, he had all the more reason not to screw everything up. Now that the beautiful creature in front of him was well prepared, he grabbed her arm and led her to bed. 

Tristan only needed to gaze into her eyes for Serene to understand what he wanted - she slowly climbed onto the bed, laying herself comfortably on the silk sheets. Suddenly feeling vulnerable at the sight of him witnessing her under such defenseless conditions, she instinctively covered the most sinful parts of her body with her arms.

"There's no need to hide. You're beautiful. Be confident about it."

Slowly taking off his clothes, he revealed a toned, chiseled body that was rare among male elves. His arms and abdominal muscles grew firm and pronounced with years of battle, and Serene couldn't keep herself from feeling the chiseled, beautifully sculpted body. The view in front of her made her blush once again, even more so after Tristan finished removing his clothes and started to heave himself onto the bed.

Finally, their bodies were able to touch one another without the slightest hint of clothing separating them. Her smooth, unblemished figure and his hard, muscular body joined as one. Tristan once again allowed his tongue and teeth to place wet kisses down the length of her body, travelling from her neck, to her stomach, and right near her navel, leaving gentle yet visible marks throughout her perfect skin. 

He sucked on her nipple, his tongue wetting the erect, sensitive nubs. With each lick, Serene felt a pleasant shiver trembling down her spine. 

"Tristan… Ah… what did you do to me…? Ahhh..."  Serene subconsciously called his name in a lustful frenzy.

His fingers continued to work like soft feathers, playfully teasing her inner thigh, making the mound between her legs begin to glisten with clear fluid. 

"Ahh…"

She could hardly believe what she was feeling. Despite herself, she wanted him to continue what he was doing, using his fingers and tongue to stroke her sensitive flesh, making her body shudder. Her coy voice muttering in between moans turned Tristan on so much that the desire seemed to explode from his body.

Tristan decided not to touch her folds with his fingers, and instead, he placed his knee between her legs. She responded by grinding herself desperately onto him, and Tristan smiled in triumph. While continuing to move his body up and down, his penis rubbed against her wet honeypot and the sensation sent a sudden jolt of strange, satisfactory pleasure careening through their bodies. He enjoys it. He enjoys it so much!

Serene could hardly contain her exhilaration as she bit her lip and grabbed Tristan's white hair. Everything felt amazing, from her twin peaks being pampered alternately by his lips and hands, to her core feeling the friction from his throbbing manhood as he thrust his body into hers. After trying her hardest to muffle her screams, she could no longer take it. She let out a long moan as her back arched upwards and her fist closed around his hair.

"You are mine, my princess. Surrender yourself to me, and I will give you pleasure beyond compare."