CHAPTER 125: THE CLAIMING OF A HIGH ELF (R18)

Chapter 123: The Claiming of a High Elf (R18)

Lirael’s breath hitched as Ethan pulled her closer, his lips finding hers with a hunger that sent shockwaves through her body. The kiss was hot, almost savage at first, before softening into something deep and lingering—his tongue teasing hers, claiming, coaxing and devouring. Coiling around hers as if two snakes amidst of battle.

Her knees weakened, and she clung to his shoulders as if the world beneath her might vanish. His hands roamed freely, one gripping the curve of her ass, kneading firmly from above the fabric, making her squeak into his mouth.

"E-Ethan..." she gasped between kisses, though the protest had no strength in it.

He smirked against her lips, voice low and intoxicating. "Mhm... this new body of yours... how can I not claim it? You’ve become too damn irresistible, Lirael."

Her face flushed crimson, tears from earlier still glistening faintly on her cheeks. "Y-you’re impossible..."

"Maybe." He kissed down her jawline, his teeth grazing her ear. "But you’re mine."

Before she could respond, his fingers slid up her sides, teasing the hem of her maid uniform. Piece by piece, he peeled the fabric away, kissing every inch of exposed skin as if worshipping the porcelain beauty she had become. Her breath turned ragged and her body trembled under his touch.

The secluded garden around them was silent, as though holding its breath, granting them their hidden world where only the two of them existed.

Lirael gasped as his hand trailed lower, his fingers slipping between her thighs to stroke gently, coaxing heat from her core, making sure she was prepared and drenched. She pressed her forehead against his chest, biting her lip to muffle the moans threatening to escape.

"Don’t hold back," Ethan whispered, his grin widening. "Let me hear you."

Her composure broke with a trembling moan, her body yielding under his ministrations, wetness already betraying her arousal.

"Anngg~"

But then, as he pressed harder against her abdomen, she froze, her eyes darting downward. Her cheeks flamed.

"E-Ethan... your... your thing..." She swallowed hard, voice trembling with equal parts fear and desire. "It’s... bigger...a-and thicker... Y-you’ll kill me!"

He chuckled darkly, kissing her again, muffling her stammer. "Then die in my arms, Lirael... because I’m not stopping."

"W-wait—!" Her protest dissolved into a soft gasp as his lips captured hers again, hot and demanding. She squirmed weakly at first, but when his tongue swept past her lips, her resistance faltered completely.

His hands moved with practiced precision, slipping beneath her maid uniform, caressing every inch of her smooth porcelain skin. She shivered as his touch traced the curve of her hips, the slope of her waist, the swell of her breasts through thin fabric.

"Ethan..." she whispered, voice breaking, caught between panic and desire.

"Shh..." He kissed her again, slower this time. "Just feel me."

Her body betrayed her, arching into his touch, seeking more. The faint sound of fabric tearing filled the secluded clearing as Ethan tugged the maid uniform down, baring her skin piece by piece, kissing her collarbone, her shoulder and the hollow of her neck.

By the time her top slipped off completely, Lirael’s breath was ragged, her hands no longer pushing him away but clutching his arms as though she’d drown without him.

"You’ve become too perfect," Ethan murmured against her skin, nipping her gently. "This new body... I have to claim it."

"C-claim...?" Her protest faltered as his hand slid lower, between her thighs, his fingers again brushing her most sensitive place. Her body jolted, a strangled cry escaping her throat.

Her cheeks burned as wetness betrayed her, soaking into his touch. "N-no... not there..."

"Exactly there," Ethan growled, his fingers working her with slow, deliberate strokes until her knees nearly gave out. "You’re already soaked. Don’t lie to me."

Her cries grew softer, needier, her thighs trembling as pleasure overwhelmed her. She buried her face in his chest, trying to muffle the sounds spilling from her lips, but Ethan wasn’t about to let her hide.

"Let me hear you, Lirael," he demanded, his voice hot in her ear. "Every sound, every gasp. They’re all mine."

Her body obeyed before her words did — a long, breathless moan slipping free as her walls clenched around his fingers. She could no longer think, no longer protest.

When he finally positioned himself, his dragon pressing against her entrance, her eyes widened in panic and desire alike.

"E-Ethan... you’ll break me..." she whispered, trembling, her nails digging into his back.

But he only kissed her again, his voice a low, dark promise against her lips. "Then let me."

Her legs trembled as Ethan pressed against her, the blunt heat of him nudging insistently at her entrance.

"E-Ethan... it’s too much," she whispered, nails digging into his shoulders. "You’ll—"

Her words were swallowed by his mouth. His kiss was savage, his tongue invading, his hand gripping her ass and pulling her closer until there was no escape.

He broke the kiss just enough to growl into her ear.

"You think I’m letting you go after this? After that body the gods gave you?" His teeth grazed her neck. "No, Lirael. You’re mine."

Her lips parted to protest, but the sound that left her throat was a broken gasp when he rubbed against her slick folds, spreading her open with nothing but pressure and persistence. Her hips bucked instinctively, betraying her fear with aching need.

Her breath hitched. "N-no... not like this...!"

Ethan’s grin was wolfish. "Exactly like this."

His fingers had already worked her wet, his touch merciless, teasing her until she could hardly breathe. When he finally pushed, her whole body jolted. Her hands clutched at his back, her thighs squeezing around him as though her body wanted to trap him inside despite her mind’s panic.

He groaned low in his chest, the sound vibrating against her lips as he kissed her again. "Tight... gods, you’re tight. Even better than I imagined."

She whimpered, torn between pain and pleasure, every nerve alight. Her porcelain skin flushed crimson, her tears mixing with sweat as her body betrayed her.

"E-Ethan... Slowly..." she pleaded, her voice thin, desperate.

He silenced her with another deep thrust, ".I cannot Lirael...you feel to good."

The pace built, his hands everywhere — gripping her ass, her thighs, pinning her wrists when she squirmed too much. Each motion drove into her, tearing gasps and cries from her throat no matter how hard she tried to hold them back.

Her voice was ragged, her lips trembling against his chest. "Ethan... Ethan... it’s..ahh..slow..ahh..."

He kissed her again, this time slower, almost tender amidst the frenzy. His forehead pressed to hers, his breath hot, his words rough but steady.

"Take it, Lirael. Every part of you is mine now. Every sound and every shiver."

Her resistance melted into moans, her body surrendering even as her words faltered. The rhythm of his claiming echoed through the secluded space, unchecked, wild.

And when she finally gave in — hips moving to meet his, cries turning into broken pleas for more — Ethan only held her tighter, lost in the storm of her body, her voice, her surrender.

Her cries grew sharper as Ethan’s pace deepened, every thrust driving the air from her lungs. The sound of skin against skin echoed in the secluded space, wet and urgent, mixing with the ragged cadence of their breaths.

"Hnggg~!"

"E-Ethan—!" she gasped, half in protest, half in delirious need.

Her nails clawed at his back, leaving faint red trails across the sculpted muscle. He groaned at the sting, pressing her harder into him, his lips capturing hers in another hungry kiss.

"You feel it, don’t you?" he growled against her mouth. "Your body knows. You’re made for me...you feel the best."

Her head shook weakly in agreement, her body clenching around him, pulling him deeper with every desperate spasm. Her legs locked tight around his waist as though afraid to let him go, her back arching into his chest.

"Angg...angg...so...good...anggg..hnng.."

The rhythm quickened, his grip bruising on her thighs as he pounded into her with raw, relentless force. Each movement stole her breath, shattered her thoughts, left her drowning in the tide of sensation.

Her entire body convulsed, walls clamping down around him as the climax ripped through her — a flood of pleasure so overwhelming she cried out his name, her voice echoing like a prayer.

The sudden tightness dragged him over the edge. His breath caught, then broke into a ragged growl as he drove into her one last time, his whole body trembling with release. He spilled deep inside her, groaning her name against her lips as if branding her with every drop.

For a moment, time blurred — only their ragged breathing, their trembling limbs, the heat of their bodies locked together.

When it was over, she collapsed against him, weak and shaking, her face buried in his chest. Her tears had long since dried, replaced by a dazed, blissful glow.

"...You... you really are going to kill me..." she whispered faintly, voice hoarse.

Ethan chuckled low, kissing the top of her damp hair, still holding her close. "Not kill you. Currupt you. And I just did."

Her lips quivered into the faintest smile, even as exhaustion pulled her eyelids down. "...Idiot..."

He adjusted his hold on her, tucking her against him as though she weighed nothing, his eyes still burning with the memory of what they’d just shared.

"Rest now," he murmured. "You’ll need it. Because I’m not done with you yet."

Her muffled groan of protest only made his grin widen.

Ethan thought she was finished. He thought she’d collapse in his arms, trembling and spent.

But when her walls still fluttered around him, milking him, her lips parted with a weak gasp.

"...More..."

His brows arched, a slow, dangerous grin spreading across his lips. "More, huh?"

Before she could take it back, his hips rolled again, deeper and faster, making her gasp all over again. Her body jerked, her nails clawing his chest as another wave built, her voice breaking into shameless moans.

"Ethan...Ethan...I love you..."

"I love you too Lirael," he growled, kissing her hard, swallowing her cries. "You feel so good Lirael!"

His pace shifted from deep to fast, hammering into her until her moans turned into choked screams of pleasure, her body tightening again and again around him. Her thighs trembled violently, her back arching, her voice high and cracked.

"I-it feels... gods— it feels too good!" she wailed, her voice shattering. "I... I want more...!"

"That’s it," Ethan snarled, gripping her ass, pulling her flush against him. "Say it. Beg for it."

Her pride broke in the heat of his claiming. Her tears welled again, but this time they were born of raw pleasure.

"Please! Ethan, don’t stop— I need it— I want you!"

He slammed into her, again and again, until her words dissolved into incoherent cries. She came once, twice, her body shaking violently with every climax, but he held her upright, refusing to let her fall.

Her lips trembled against his chest, her voice a desperate whisper. "...It’s... it’s too good... I don’t want it to end..."

He kissed her fiercely, his hand tangled in her lightened blue hair, holding her as though she were his breath. "Then I’ll never stop."

Her body clenched around him one last time, harder than before, pulling him back into her storm. She screamed his name, her voice breaking, her entire being writhing with pleasure until she sagged against him, utterly undone, but not unconscious.

Her breathing was ragged, her porcelain skin flushed and glowing with sweat, her heart racing like a trapped bird. She weakly clung to him, trembling but smiling faintly through the haze.

"...Satisfied...?" Ethan whispered against her ear, smug but tender.

She let out a shaky laugh, her lips brushing his neck. "...Completely... you beast."

He smirked, kissing her forehead, still holding her trembling body against his. "Good. Because I’m not letting this body of yours go to waste anytime soon."

She only groaned, burying her face into his chest, too drained to argue.

"Haah...I think this new body of ours need prolonged sessions...hahaha" Ethan laughed while cuddling her.

Lirael just giggled as she held him tighter.