Accidental Elf: My Passive Allure is Ruining My Plans

"The rhythmic clatter of horse hooves faded down the cobblestone street, leaving behind the quiet scent of crushed grass mingled with Mila’s distinct fragrance.

Alaster walked along the stone path slicing through the front yard. Behind him, the steady, rhythmic clicking of Mila's heels tracked his every step.

The front garden spanned over two hundred square meters, lush and vibrant under the fading twilight. Thick, slightly overgrown green shrubs bordered the walkway, framing a pristine white stone fountain bubbling at the center.

It was a remarkably pleasant view, but Alaster's eyes were fixed ahead. «There’s the entrance», he thought.

The house was massive. It featured heavy double doors made of solid wood painted stark black, set against grey stone walls displaying masterful masonry. Balconies jutted out from the upper levels, totaling two full floors above the spacious ground level. It wasn't just a house; it was a small mansion.

"A bit much for a receptionist," Alaster noted, looking up at the imposing structure.

"My father left me this estate years ago," Mila said from behind, as if reading his mind.

Alaster glanced back. "You have a beautiful place, Mily."

They reached the stone steps leading to the main entrance. The moment Alaster placed his boot on the first step, Mila glided past him. She reached into her neckline and smoothly pulled out a brass key.

«She really keeps a personal spatial storage right in her cleavage», Alaster thought, amused.

By the time he cleared the final step, Mila had already slipped off her wedges, tossing them carelessly past the threshold. She turned back to face him from the carpeted foyer, her smile radiant.

"Welcome to my home! My house is your house."

The effusive welcome brought a genuine smile to the elf's face. Mila stepped forward, taking both of his hands in hers.

"Come on. I’ll show you to your room. I'm sure you want to take a bath first. This isn't a cheap inn; I have two indoor bathrooms where you can actually submerge yourself in a proper tub."

Alaster’s eyes widened. «God, yes. I am entirely sick of sponge baths and freezing buckets of water in the stables.»

"As for the rest of the layout," Mila continued, leading him by the hand through the wide corridors, "you can explore it on your own whenever you like."

Alaster found his gaze dropping. He couldn't help but watch the sway of her hips. Beneath the green fabric of her skirt, her curves shifted with every step.

Part of him was still annoyed that Jinneth had practically pushed him into another woman's arms, but another part of him was far too worked up to think clearly. The idea of being "sold" might have been a joke, but the physical reality of the woman walking in front of him was not. Her hourglass figure moved with mesmerizing rhythm.

«She’s gorgeous, and she literally offered herself to me without me even asking», Joseph reproached himself internally. «Stop thinking with the wrong part of your body.»

Mila led him up the grand staircase. Walking barefoot, the green fabric of her skirt—which fell elegantly just below her knees—swayed with a hypnotic rhythm, accentuating the sensual movement of her hips with every step. Alaster forced his eyes away for a second, looking at the architecture, but his gaze snapped right back the moment they cleared the landing.

They walked down a long upper hallway lined with large windows on one side and heavy doors on the other. Mila stopped outside one of them and pushed it open.

Alaster followed her inside, blinking at the sheer scale of the room. The floor was made of perfectly cut, polished stone. A massive bed occupied the center, flanked by a plush nightstand. Nearby sat a heavy wooden table accompanied by an upholstered chair. A large glass door opened up to a private terrace, where metal outdoor seating overlooked a stunning view of the city of Sibar.

Compared to the cramped rooms at the inn, this felt like a five-star hotel. «Jin would absolutely love this place», Alaster thought.

He paused, letting out a dry laugh as he realized he probably wouldn't see his girlfriend for at least a week, maybe longer. He sighed, a sudden pang of abandonment tightening his chest.

Mila immediately noticed. She stepped closer, wrapping her arms tightly around his bicep. Sensing her weight against him, the elf looked down.

"Why the melancholy look?" she murmured.

Alaster looked into her pale face, seeing genuine concern in her eyes. "Nothing. Just... I appreciate you helping out a homeless elf," he joked.

Mila burst into a loud, melodic laugh. "You sound like an abandoned puppy!"

"Like the stray cat you rescued?" Alaster countered.

Mila knitted her brows, momentarily confused about what cat he meant, until the memory of Jinneth hiding beneath her office desk flashed in her mind. She laughed even harder.

"Ah, that cat has already been released back into the wild," Mila teased, shaking her head. "Anyway, let's get you ready for that bath—"

The rest of her sentence dissolved into a sharp gasp as Alaster caught her by the waist, pulling her flush against his chest.

He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of her neck, tasting the smooth, lavender-scented skin. Mila let out small, ragged breaths, her hands fluttering weakly against his chest.

"Ah... Al... the bath. I'm sweaty... ah..." Her words lacked any real conviction. Her pulse was racing. "What... what are you doing?"

Alaster didn’t answer with words. His hands slid down from her waist, gripping her hips, and his eyes widened slightly as his fingers brushed against bare skin beneath the dress. She wasn't wearing any underwear.

Despite her body visibly trembling with excitement, she still offered a faint, breathless token of resistance while he kissed his way up to her ear.

"Beautiful," he whispered against her skin. "Just tell me what deal you made with Jin. Why are you two suddenly so close?"

Mila let out a soft moan as a new wave of kisses trailed down her throat. She tilted her head back, moving her hair out of the way to give him better access.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she murmured, her breathing shallow. "Just... don't hurt me with that massive thing."

Her words contradicted her actions entirely. Her hands were already working frantically at Alaster's belt. He didn't even realize how determined she was until his trousers and underwear pooled around his ankles, freeing his heavily aroused length.

Alaster let go of her for a brief moment, tearing off his heavy leather coat. Mila worked with equal desperation, loosening the laces of her corset, letting it slide down before stepping completely out of her green dress.

Alaster was still struggling to untangle his arms from the tight sleeves of his inner leather shirt when he felt the sudden, warm grip of Mila's soft hand wrapping around him. She didn't hesitate. Guided by her touch, she aligned him with her center.

Because she was slightly shorter, she had to arch her back, tilting her hips upward as she guided his monolithic thickness against her entrance.

Alaster finally tore the shirt free from his head just in time to see her face. She was turned slightly away, her expression strained with desperate anticipation. He grabbed her firmly by the waist, flexing his knees slightly to adjust the angle, and drove forward.

Mila let out a triumphant, echoing moan as Alaster breached her completely, his length burying deep within her. He held her tight against his torso, using his strength to support her weight as he began to drive into her with heavy, rhythmic strokes.

They set a frantic pace right there, standing in the middle of the bedroom. The slaps of skin and sharp gasps filled the space. Holding her securely, Alaster moved her toward the massive bed without breaking the connection. He lifted her up, laying her flat on her back while he remained standing at the edge of the mattress.

Mila looked up at him, her eyes completely glazed with desire.

Alaster leaned over her, his breathing heavy. "Still not going to tell me?"

She offered a strained, breathless smile. "No. I'm not telling you a thing. It's... women's business... ahh! Ah!"

Alaster cut her off, driving deep into her once more. A distinct, wet sound echoed in the room as he slid effortlessly through her tight, slick core. Mila’s face contorted into pure ecstasy, her fingers clawing at the bedsheets as he bottomed out against her, eliciting a loud, ragged scream of pleasure. Her inner walls felt incredibly hot, gripping him tightly.

«She’s already pushing past her limit», Alaster thought, watching her lose all composure.

He continued his heavy rhythm, but as Mila spread her legs as wide as they could go, Alaster grabbed her thighs, lifting her legs all the way to her chest. The adjusted angle allowed him to sink even deeper. Mila shrieked, her head thrashing against the pillows in a state of absolute euphoria.

She was incredibly slick. Wanting to check on her, Alaster began to pull out slowly, but the moment his tip cleared her entrance, Mila squirted, a sudden rush of moisture spilling over the sheets.

"No... ah! Don't take it out! More... please," she begged.

To Joseph's ears, her breathless, unvarnished begging sounded like a siren's call. He drove back in with incredible ease. Letting go of her thighs, he pinned her hands above her head and gripped her breasts firmly. He didn't know it, but Mila absolutely melted under the rough gesture; her internal muscles clamped down hard around his shaft, pulling him deeper.

He leaned down, biting her shoulder and tracing his lips back to her neck.

"You're going to break me," she gasped, her voice cracking. "Ah... but don't stop. Don't you dare stop."

Alaster felt his own climax fast approaching. Mid-stride, a sudden practical concern crossed his mind. "Mily, are you protected?"

She didn't answer for a few seconds, her head tossing back as he delivered a succession of heavy thrusts. "Y-yes... hah... I have a contraceptive magic tattoo. Do whatever you want to me... everything... ah!"

Alaster gripped her waist, dragging her further toward the center of the bed. "Get on your hands and knees," he commanded.

Mila complied instantly, her submission absolute. She offered no resistance, simply nodding with a dazed smile as she flipped over.

"Extend your arms forward, Mily."

She dropped her forearms flat against the mattress, lowering her chest completely while keeping her hips arched high in the air. The view was magnificent. Mila undoubtedly possessed the finest figure in the entire guild—her waist was narrow, her rear exceptionally full, and her slick, hairless entrance was fully exposed to him.

He lined up and drove into her from behind. Mila buried her face in the sheets, her fingers tearing at the fabric as her body began to shudder. She was climaxing again.

Alaster reached his own limit, letting out a low growl as he drove deep one last time, spilling his heat entirely inside her. He felt her internal walls pulse frantically against him in response.

His strength finally spent, Alaster collapsed onto her back, keeping his weight supported on his elbows to avoid crushing her while remaining firmly embedded inside. Both of them lay completely motionless on the bed, panting heavily.

After a long minute, Alaster shifted to the side, sliding out of her. Mila rolled onto her side, a breathless smile on her face. A visible tremor ran down her legs

«The rumors weren't exaggerating» Mila thought secretly, her mind still buzzing. «I used to think the stories about an elf's magical member were just wild tall tales. But gods... this is unbelievable.»

She slipped her arms underneath her torso, shifting her weight slightly to tilt her hips upward. Pressing her hands against her slightly soft, rounded abdomen, she could feel the intense, lingering warmth pooling deep inside her core. «His seed feels so hot inside me. It's an incredible sensation.»

She slid her fingers further down between her thighs, her eyes rolling back as she lightly brushed against her swollen center. Her entire groin felt hyper-sensitive, radiating intense heat. The briefest touch sent a sharp, electric jolt straight up her spine.

"Ahg..." she whimpered, biting the edge of the sheet to stifle a sudden, unexpected moan.

They weren't even joined anymore, yet her body was still reacting. She turned her head to look at the elf lying beside her. «I want more, but I can barely move my legs», she realized with a mix of exhaustion and hunger.

Alaster watched her. She was smiling, her head resting sideways on the pillow while her arms remained awkwardly tucked beneath her stomach. A distinct, wet sound caught his attention. He looked down and realized she was touching herself, her fingers slick as she rubbed her own center.

Alaster smirked, leaning in close. He traced a finger down her bare spine, making her gasp and close her eyes.

"Tell you what," he murmured in her ear. "If you tell me what you and Jinneth are planning, I’ll take over with my fingers. I'll make you feel so good your screams will wake up the entire neighborhood."

Mila opened her eyes, a defeated but pleased smile appearing on her lips. "I'm just investing in a business venture with her. I gave her a thousand gold pieces to secure a proper storefront."

Alaster’s brows furrowed. "And what do you get out of it?"

Her smile widened. "A business partner. She completely convinced me of her talent. I have plenty of coin right now, but if I don't invest it, I'll just end up spending it all over time and wind up poor again."

She paused, her tongue darting out to lick her lower lip as she stared at him. "Now that I've answered your question... what are you going to do to me, handsome?"

Alaster grabbed a few pillows from the headboard, piling them up. He helped Mila roll onto her back, propping her up comfortably before settling on his knees beside her hip.

Using his right hand, he began to lightly stroke the sensitive skin around her clitoris. He avoided direct contact at first, using the friction of the surrounding skin to build the tension slowly.

Mila bit her lip, her hips lifting slightly off the bed. The teasing contact held her right on the edge of a cliff. Alaster leaned down, kissing her deeply while his fingers maintained the rhythm. Mila returned the kiss with desperate passion, her tongue tangling with his.

"Do it harder," she groaned against his mouth. "Please."

He smiled into the kiss, then shifted his focus down. His movements accelerated. He applied direct, firm pressure to her swollen core, his hand becoming a blur as he stimulated her with practiced intensity.

Mila tore her mouth away from his, her eyes snapping shut as she let out a loud, unrestrained shriek. Her back arched completely off the pillows, her thighs clamping tightly against his hand as an intense, shattering orgasm ripped through her body, her cries echoing loudly off the stone walls of the mansion.

The frantic session finally concluded a while later. The two of them were now soaking in the massive indoor bath, sharing quiet kisses and murmuring soft, affectionate words.

"So... do you have any grimoires for your specific attribute?" Mila asked, her hand casually drifting beneath the water to stroke his length.

It was currently flaccid. Mila frowned slightly as she held him, marveling at how the massive, intimidating weapon that had nearly rearranged her internal organs just an hour ago could look so modest in repose.

Alaster, for his part, focused entirely on keeping his thoughts pure. He was starving, and more importantly, he needed to study the [Blink] spell as soon as possible. Mastering that spatial magic was his ticket to absolute safety; it would allow him to escape any bad situation instantly.

His train of thought was broken by a sudden, soft glow emanating from beneath the water. He looked down, then looked up at Mila, alarmed. "What is that?"

"Relax," she said smoothly. "It’s just light attribute magic. I'm healing myself, and giving you a bit of a recovery boost too."

Alaster blinked in surprise. "You’re a healer?"

"No," she smiled, leaning in close until her lips brushed against his ear. "I’m a Paladin. I can use light magic to instantly cure physical fatigue, muscle strain, or minor injuries. Which means..." She let out a wicked little chuckle. "I can completely restore my body and keep going all night long."

A cold sweat broke out on Alaster's neck. «All night long? I don't know if my stamina can actually—»

He froze as he felt a sudden surge of energy beneath the surface. The warm magic channeled through her hands bombarded his flaccid member with a deep, revivifying heat. Within a single second, his vigor returned entirely.

Just looking at the receptionist’s heavy breasts floating in the water, combined with her touch beneath the surface, had him instantly primed for a third round.

«This woman is absolutely insatiable», Joseph thought, a wave of primal competitive drive taking over. «But so am I.»

He shifted, sitting up straight in the tub. Mila flashed a knowing grin before rising onto her knees. She gripped his hardened length and leaned down, taking him entirely into her mouth. She engulfed him deeply, working with practiced ease. Alaster tangled his fingers gently in her damp hair, guiding her rhythm, but she showed absolutely no signs of a gag reflex.

After a minute, she pulled away, letting herself sink back into the warm water with a mischievous smirk.

Alaster ducked beneath the surface, submerging himself completely for a brief moment before breaking the water right in front of an expectant Mila. His wet, black hair clung to his face.

Without a word, he lifted her shapely legs, resting them over the wide stone edges of the tub. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss as he drove himself into her once more.

Mila tore her mouth away, her back arching against the stone tiles. "Ahw... you're so hard... I'm already coming," she whimpered, her internal muscles contracting fiercely around him.

In her mind, Mila had already decided she would do whatever it took to keep this elf living under her roof permanently. She channeled more light magic directly into her core, her body trembling as she rode a wave of consecutive climaxes unlike anything she had ever experienced, even in her younger years.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. Alaster felt her core pulsating frantically against him, clamping down with incredible force as he pumped his warmth into her over and over. Mila's fingers tangled in his hair, her hips moving in perfect synchronization with his heavy thrusts. She pulled at his dark locks unconsciously, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as her cries echoed through the tiled room.

The water sloshed violently over the edges of the tub, but the bath was only the beginning. For the next three hours, they left the confines of the water to indulge Mila's wild fantasies across various rooms of the estate.

The breathless sounds of their raw encounters moved through hallways and carpets on the lower levels, with Mila using her paladin magic to push her stamina past all conventional limits.

By 1:00 AM, her endurance finally collapsed entirely.

Exhausted and drenched in sweat after their final frantic round on the main floor, Mila fell face-forward onto the wooden kitchen table, staring blankly at her half-empty wine glass.

Just twenty minutes prior, she had playfully dipped his length into the wine before licking it clean and drinking the rest, but her mana pool was officially drained. She had work at the guild tomorrow morning; she desperately needed to eat something and sleep.

She groaned, forcing herself to sit up just as Alaster approached her from the front. Moving into the space between her draped, wide-parted legs, he leaned down and wrapped his arms securely around her bare waist, bringing their bodies close together.

Mila looked up at him, her eyes filled with a deep, soft affection. Their bond had grown noticeably stronger with every passing hour. The quiet, honest conversations they shared between rounds had grown increasingly transparent and vulnerable. After hours of shared pleasure, confessions, and raw intimacy, their connection felt firmly grounded—carnal, yes, but real, and rapidly evolving into something lasting.

Mila offered a tired, affectionate smile. "I can't make the chicken tonight, Al. Don't be mad at me."

Alaster chuckled, kissing her damp shoulder. "I don't think I have the coordination to fry anything right now either. How about a sandwich?"

Mila smiled, pulling him closer by his shoulders and looping her slender arms over his bare neck. "I am absolutely not letting you touch my kitchen. I didn't bring you to my house to make you my chef."

"Oh?" Alaster grinned. "Then what am I here for? Charity?"

She pulled his head down to hers. "Ugh, obviously. I just brought you to my place so you could drop your contribution into my little basket."

She kissed him deeply, breathing in his scent while Alaster felt her sweat-slicked thighs tighten briefly around his hip.

She broke the kiss, patting his cheek. "I’ll make the sandwiches. Then we are going straight to my bed. The sheets on that mattress... are a total loss."

Alaster smiled, looking up toward the grand staircase that led back to the upper floor. "Yeah, I think we might just have to burn them. No amount of washing is going to fix that."

Mila released her grip, sliding off the table. She walked toward the kitchen counter, her hips swaying with natural confidence, entirely unbothered by her nakedness.

Joseph took a deep breath, watching her go.

«Day seven in a fantasy world», he thought to himself, a silent laugh bubbling up in his chest. «My girlfriend literally sold me to a gorgeous divorcee, and I've had sex twenty-three times today. What a terrifyingly brutal world.»

He pulled out a chair, carefully making sure the wood was clean before sitting down. Turning around, he reached toward a storage rack on the far side of the counter, completely separate from where Mila had been playing earlier.

He retrieved a fresh, gleaming crystal glass from an upper shelf, filled it to the brim with red wine from an unopened bottle, and knocked it back in a single, long draught."