My Servant Is An Elf Knight From Another World

795 Feeling For You, Part Something was in the air.

Paralyzing, blinding – I saw the room give way, melding into a blur, a swirly nothingness spinning around and around like I’m being whirled in a merry-go-round the more I tried to get a grasp on things.

Something was in her stare.

The milky, pupilless gray of her gaze, peering, preying at me from right above. I saw it slowly swirling, gradually rousing – desires manifesting. I’ve almost forgotten how they looked, the web of veins coalescing around her once gentle gaze, altering it, reforming it, into something I usually dread and fear to see, but now…

Now I’m not so sure…

Her hands spread out against my jacket, her claws, the tips, almost like hooks, sinking into the fabric. I could feel them, like jolts of electricity, a sprinkle of snow, across the surface of my chest.

They seemed longer now, sharper now, I could just be imagining it… yet this, set before all of this… I wasn’t imagining this. Her, towering above, her weight pressing down on my waist, stray locks of her silver hair spilling over the edge of my shoulders, and close, dangerously close, the glint of her fangs shimmering the crimson of another explosion from far beyond here – a world, a sight, completely separated from this moment.

She blinked, and from her hold, within the seams of my clothes – I heard a faint rip.

“Wait, Adalia…” I stopped her there, somehow mustering up the words despite the chokehold of gravity and emotions I was in. “This, you…”

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“I want you…” Adalia answered, her voice suddenly ringing with strength, with clear intent. “I want to make love to you…”

Then she kissed me again. Firmer, stronger, this time. I could feel her fangs so nearly pricking.

She pulled back, setting her eyes towards mine, blinding me, drowning me, in the passion harboring within entirely.

“Do you not want to…?”

“I-I do, but…”

“Then do not speak…” once again, smothered, silenced, by the soft, tender embrace of slightly damp lips. “Just want me too…”

Another spark of light soared across the skies, drenching the both of us in glittering, dazzling gold. It felt like the sun had dawned briefly – the wake-up call I needed, and I tried to rise, lift myself, garner the slightest semblance of control…except I couldn’t.

Adalia had me pinned down, immobile, helpless, and completely under her mercy, but not in any way that stirred panic. There was a gentleness to her firmness.

Every move she made, every sensation I felt – so close to hurting each and every time, but never once reaching. Like holding onto the steam of a beautiful rose. That’s how she felt, that’s how she loved.

After what felt like an eternity, seemingly having quenched a thirst that had festered for too long, Adalia pried herself away again, rearing back, swaying unsteady, a strand of drool breaking, spilling, and glistening across her chin.

I took the chance to breathe, to rise again, hoisting myself up inches from the starved, ravenous look on her face overtaking her usual vacant expression.

She was still mounted on top of me, my sides sandwiched between her supple thighs, and with her loose swaying, rocking, the gyrating motions of her hips – it was stimulating in all of the enticing ways.

“You are aroused…” Adalia remarked, laying her hands over my shoulders to steady herself and to draw me even closer. “I can feel you aroused…”

“Can you blame me?” I asked, placing my own arms on her, my hands fitting perfectly around her slim waist. “The way you’re acting… talking… what’s gotten into you?”

“I do not know…” She responded in a kind of trance, as if speaking from the murky depths of a vivid dream. “But I do know I want to arouse you even more…”

There was a scuffle, a clumsy, haphazard struggle to not fall, as she laid her body up against me once more – more than a touch, more than an embrace – an onslaught of her affections ruffling through my hair, unclasping my cloak, barely sparing a moment for reprieve.

The way she kissed me, the way she moved in unison with me. Not even Irene was this quick to adapt… but Adalia, It felt almost natural for her. Like instinct.

“H-Have you done this before…?” I asked, between short gasps of breath.

“No…” She replied promptly. “I have not expected to…”

“Why not?”

“Because I have not met you…”

I could feel the cold of her skin all over, the feathery trickles of her hair blurring my eyes, worsening my disorientation, confusion – I jolted – her breasts were touching, rubbing… arousing…

Still in a blur, I tried to reciprocate, allow my impulses free reign of my arms, and at once, they ventured to places all over and thorough. I slowly traced the tantalizing curves of her waist, narrow and petite, the soft smoothness of her back… the nape of her neck…

“This is not enough…” her words lightly billowed past my right ear, breezing eager and hungry. “I want you to want me more…”

“I… I am…” I whispered back, my lips brushing hers. “I do…”

I doubled my efforts – running light pecks across the skin of her neck, a hand clambering the slight ascend of her left thigh. More, a lot more, I tried to do, wanted to… I couldn’t.

She pulled back.

“No…” She stopped, stared. “You are restraining yourself, I can feel you are…” a stray flash of white lit the skies, briefly highlighting the frenzy glazed in her eyes. “What is wrong…?”

“N-No, it’s nothing, really…” I said, gasping, shaking my head, trying to wipe the bashful smile off of it. “I just… well, I’m just… still trying to get used to you, I suppose.”

Because truth be told – to me Adalia was this quiet, gentle being that needed to be handled with the utmost precaution.

For as long as I knew her, it has been ingrained in me to treat her that way. Always double-confirming, always ensuring, making absolutely certain she wasn’t in any kind of agony and to immediately rectify it if she was… to so suddenly do as I want with her, it’s… it just wasn’t how I knew her.

I was just like her in a way… with my own set of fangs and claws, doing everything in my power to keep her out of harm’s way. Even now, even the way she was, suddenly so brash, so forceful, I can’t stop myself from seeing her any different.

“Do you think that you will hurt me…?” Adalia spoke, eyeing me, seeing through me intensely all this time. “Do you think that I am weak…?”

“I know you’re not, it’s just…”

“You are worried…” She cocked her head slightly, an almost haunting, luscious look to the gaze she gave. “You are too kind…”

I hung my head, the bashful smile here to stay. “Doing my best…”

“Do you remember what I asked you…? Before, this morning…?” She asked. “Have you forgotten…?”

I glanced back at her, and as quick as I could I tried to recall – so much has happened, so much has been said – I genuinely struggled to remember.

And she obviously noticed.

“I want to have a normal date with you…” She answered for me. “No worrying, no coddling – treat me normally…”

A pause, a blink, and she straightened her slant.

“Like Ash. Treat me like Ash. Treat me like her…”

Then before I could say anything else, Adalia tugged my arm, raised it forward, toward her – and through the thin layer of silk of her blouse, I felt her bare breasts, soft, springy – more and more, as she sunk my fingers even deeper, harder. She blinked, the web of veins protruding around the contrasting calm swirl of her eyes, forming more prominently.

“Please…” Another enveloping light, flashing green, a glint in her gaze. “Love me just like her…”