Chapter 85: Dominated
Adal let go of the woman’s neck with hesitancy. After all, she was over double his level.
It was only right to think about the possibility that she might reach for her dagger and cut his throat open.
However, when he let her go, she tried her best to stay on her feet, but she couldn’t.
Nimrodel fell to the ground, her legs quivering. Her eyes were no longer rolled to the back of her head, as it was only a minor orgasm. Yet still, with Adal’s skills to push a woman past the standard Pleasure Threshold, it was still unlike anything she had felt before.
Her legs were folded beneath her, and a tiny puddle had formed on the ground where she sat. Even if she wanted to fight, her body wouldn’t allow her.
When she came back to her senses, she shook her head to remove herself from the daze. Then, she looked down at the mess she had made.
Nimrodel stared at it for a few moments blinking.
Was that me? She thought to herself. Did this really just happen?
She glanced up at Adal, and for the first time, she did not just see a librarian. She saw a powerful man who towered over her, unlike any she had seen before. For some reason, his muscles seemed to have swollen, and only now did she feel intimidated by the man’s unnatural hair, and his incredible height.
Her hands reached up to her neck and massaged the area where it hurt. His grasp was strong, and manly.
That was no joke... No act. When I was in his grasp, I truly could not move. I do not know how, but this man moved fast enough to grab hold of me, and then remained powerful enough to keep hold of me. The risk that he took, knowing that I was a powerful assassin, and yet daring to treat me like he did...
Adal could not hear these thoughts, as they were not inherently lustful. However, from the glint in the elf’s golden eyes, and the way that her eyes fluttered at him, he was able to take a guess at how she felt.
"Impregnate me," Nimrodel said suddenly, in her thickly accented voice.
It was Adal’s turn to be dazed now.
The pleasure the woman had felt was clear from the puddle, and the way her body convulsed in his grasp... But these sudden words...
"Excuse me?"
"Sorry. I asked too firmly. I now know that you are a man of strength greater than I can control. I know that if you wanted me to be pregnant, you would force your seed inside of me, whether I wanted it or not... All I wanted to do was let you know that I would be honoured to receive it."
"..."
Alright. This might be more than I signed up for.
Adal almost laughed. He felt that he was beginning to understand the sun elf woman better. She seemed to be more than just a Masochist. She was a power addict.
However, it was Adal who chose to step into this realm. He was the one who glanced into her kinks and played into them. He was the LustLord, who showed no care for limits.
Most importantly, he could not help but find the woman beautiful. Especially with the way she orgasmed under his pleasure.
"We can talk about this later. For now, you should take Olympia to the dungeon. I should return to my library. They will be worrying."
Nimrodel rose to her feet and almost buckled under her shaky legs.
"Of course, Librarian. I will do that right away. What would you like me to do afterwards?"
"..."
"Do you not have obligations to fulfil under King Calithor, ruler of the Sun Elves?"
Nimrodel blinked, suddenly coming to her senses.
"Ah, King Calithor... Yes... You are right. His majesty has given me orders to carry out. I must get going."
The woman had been so blinded by pleasure, that she almost forgot who her ruler was.
After coming back to her senses, she stumbled her way inside the room where Olympia was crying.
The snow elf wiped her tears and looked up at the sun elf assassin. Her eyes glanced down at the woman’s shaky legs, and the slight bit of drool that ran down her chin. She noticed the blush on the woman’s bronze cheeks, and a damp spot at her crotch.
"W-what have you been doing whilst I was here crying about my —"
Olympia’s words were cut off, as a heavy smack landed on her face, sending her crashing back to the ground.
Nimrodel stood over the woman’s body, looking down at her with a look of disgust on her face. Suddenly, the cute submissive woman had switched back to the cold-hearted killer who once took the life of a king.
"Shut up, whore. Stand up and follow me. We are going to the dungeons."
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After Nimrodel left the library, with Olympia in her grasp, Adal finally returned to the main section of his library.
The place was quiet, and almost empty, apart from a few tens of people who continued reading on into the night.
Adal watched from the second floor. The quietness was soothing, but what he enjoyed even more, was watching his woman work.
Juliette, the first member of his harem, was walking about the place, tending to the needs of the visitors. Some were still clearly shaken by the events of the realm, yet when Juliette spoke to them, her words seemed to comfort them.
It was like the woman carried a glow to her. Everywhere she went, she spread her joy. The joy that her foolish husband, John Pearlington, had decided to abandon.
He watched as the woman drifted over to a young child crying silently in the corner with her mother. The mother was struggling to cheer her daughter up, but when Juliette made her way over and held the baby in her arms, it stopped crying and began to giggle immediately.
The mother watched in awe at Juliette’s delicateness. The delicateness that Adal had noticed from the first day he had met her, when she innocently searched the bookstore, in search of a new hobby that might take her away from the stresses that were her arranged marriage.
Adal watched closely, and that was when it happened.
Juliette’s body started to glow.