Book 15: Chapter 22
If my memory does me justice, I remember we were on a ten square metre bed at… I can’t remember accurately if it was at Troy City or Duargana, but whatever. In any case, at the time, there was a warm fire burning in the fireplace, the bed curtains overhead had an extravagant fire-red colour. Underneath the amorous silver moonlight, there was also the mesmerising reddish body that was comparable to Adam and Eve’s apple. I remember my Vyvyan’s long-blonde hair was wildly dancing on top of me. The guilt and shame was gradually destroyed with each successive thrust. I couldn’t hold back my moans. I couldn’t resist grabbing those slender hips and beginning to take the wheel.
I said it countless times before. It was easy for Vyvyan to make one fall. The bodies of elves were honestly too perfect. I also didn’t know when Vyvyan learnt so many seductive positions. Sometimes, I found myself bewildered as to what Inard was dissatisfied about.
“Your sister is so damn good, and yet you liked a human?!” I always asked.
Elizabeth was different to Vyvyan. We didn’t even have a bed. The smell of mud and the sand reminded me of my first time with Lucia. However, we had soft grass and dew when Lucia and I did it. Plus, we didn’t feel very cold. It was very cold at night in the North, though. There wasn’t a single thing inside the small house. There was no fireplace and not even a fire. All that was available was a relatively thick blanket. We had thrown it aside, however.
Elizabeth wasn’t as proactive. Judging from her activity, the Empress, who usually appeared overbearing and heroic, was actually a block of wood. Embarrassed, she covered her entire face with her hands. She lied there similarly to a frog lying on its back with her legs open. Mommy Elizabeth’s legs felt firmer and longer. She had some muscle on her legs, but nonetheless, her curves were by all means a handful.
Elizabeth allowed me to do anything I wanted whether it was groping her body to my pleasing or bending over. All she did was cover her face. Even her voice was shy and very quiet. Her shyness was totally unlike her usual self. The huge contrast aroused even more, and the sense of a successful conquest grew within me.
Elizabeth’s orgasm was more intense than any other. She tightly wrapped her legs around me and violently juddered before forcefully pulling me down onto her with her arms around my back. Her body shuddered as though she went mad. Her eyes even rolled back while she drooled uncontrollably. Then, she went limp with her eyes rolled back as if she was dead. If she wasn’t panting so heavily, she’d look no different to a corpse. Her breathing was so heavy that her chest rose and fell. I loved to tease her in that moment.
I think Mommy Elizabeth was the type who’d be shy, but would listen and get into any position. She was overbearing and cruel outside, but she so shy in the blankets that she didn’t even dare to open her eyes. The huge contrast was so cute; it just made me want to tightly embrace her and never let go.
Unfortunately, we had to stop when the sun came up. While it was very cold outside – particularly at dawn – the two of us locked each other tightly in our embraces to borrow each other’s warmth. Elizabeth lowered her head as much as she could; she was so shy that she didn’t dare to look up at me.