Dark Elves Are Hot As F*ck (2)

"This is the life," I relaxed and swooned at how every sore bone healed in relief, a satisfaction my emblem skills could never give me.

"I've got a new skill, huh," I muttered, raising my right hand. I did like the color change to bronze, signifying that I had entered a new realm of power. But, unfortunately, that power turned out to be [Charm].

Out of all of the emblem skills Willow possessed, everyone knew [Charm] since it was the single, most deadliest ability in his arsenal. So deadly that it not only ruined hundreds of countries, it ruined him too, always. Either in his butt, mouth, hand or hell, even in his nose that one scene with the red imps.

A shiver ran up my spine. That scene was fucked up. Knowing my luck, if I used [Charm] for some reason, I would most likely be in a situation worse than that cursed scene. I mean, I reincarnated into the body of freaking Willow.

The only good thing about Willow was that his body was definitely a ten out of ten, and much much more. I raised a leg, water gently falling like silky waves from it before I appreciated how perfect and hairless my leg was. It had gotten a little more toned, along with the other parts of my body due to the intense regime Ivanka had placed me under.

In fact, the only reason why I wasn't absolutely jacked up like a body-builder was due to the constitution of [The Maiden] that forced me to stay with child-bearing hips and a curvy silhouette that looked straight out of a porn webtoon. Well, technically, it did, just not from a webtoon.

My pale, white skin glowered, favored by the moonlit glow. Again, I just had to mention that if someone like Willow ever came into my sight, in my previous life, I'd turn gay, bend him over and screw his fat arse across a table. But, in this life, I would most likely get done so, if I didn't watch out.

A sigh escaped my lips, this time, one that wasn't relief. I submerged myself a little deeper into the hot-spring and gazed upon the endless night. "What a beautiful moon."

"It is, isn't it?"

Every hair on my body stood, and if I had a tail, it would have stood straight up like I'd just been struck by lightning. I whipped my head so fast to see a nearly nude Ivanka, with only a white loincloth hiding her lower privates but even then, with how strong the moon shone tonight, I could clearly see the outline of her god-slayer.

My eyes couldn't decide between the perkiness of her caramel tits, her sexy abs, or the fuck-stick uselessly dangling behind a loincloth. Immediately, a blush spread across the bridge of my nose and the more I looked, the more it traveled.

"Is there something wrong?" Ivanka asked, a hand on her hip.

I sputtered a response. "I-I-Ivanka?! Wha-What are you doing here?!" I then realized that I was completely nude so I submerged everything except my head under the water, hiding them behind the small of my hands even though I knew Ivanka could see them with her god-like vision. A peek of my eyes, and like I thought, she was checking me out which, for some reason, caused a smile to form on my cheeks before it disappeared when I realized she wasn't even hard.

"Why can't I be in my own bath?" Ivanka replied, smoothly. Her voice sounded huskier tonight for some reason. "The real question is, why are you in my bath?"

"I was just-Hii!" I squealed like a little mouse, when she stood - only half of her legs submerged in the hot-spring - right in front of me. I didn't even feel a ripple in the hot spring when she got in! "I was-I was just-"

"You seem to be nervous," Ivanka whispered, from above me. I made the mistake of looking into her eyes that seemed to be glowing, basking in the moon's glow and suddenly, nothing in the world mattered. "Do I make you nervous?"

My eyes glazed over, a sudden pang of horniness overcoming me. But, I still fought it. "Wh-What?"

The palm of her hand cupped my face. It was big enough that only one palm could cover my entire face. It was cold, not warm like I thought it'd be but I didn't mind it. In fact, I quite liked her, cold because I was very, very hot.

"You had a question this evening," She stated, matter-of-factly. "What is it?"

Jesus, what is up with these ridiculously hot women and demanding things from others? Although. . .I think I'm starting to turn a little more ridiculous since I was beginning to find women like these extremely hot, or was that just my constitution talking?

"A question?" I blinked my eyes stupidly.

"Hm," She hummed. And as if she hadn't just nearly put me into a charm with her [Divine Eyes], she simply sat across me, arms resting on the countertop of the hot-spring with her perky tits floating above the bubbling water.

I bit my lips, trying to find my answer.

"And now, you're trying to find a way to deceive me," Ivanka surprised me, and seeing that, she only gave a short nod of her head. "You bite your lips when you're trying to lie."

"I don't want a lie," Ivanka stated, more like ordered. I felt sheepish being caught so easily, not to mention she didn't even have to use her divine eyes to catch me. "So, tell me the truth, little one."

My eyebrows furrowed. Looks like I really did have to give her the truth, the only problem now was how exactly I did that. How on earth was I supposed to tell her that I was feeling indignant when she didn't respond to the blowjob I gave her this afternoon? Not even one reaction.

"It's just," I started, words failing to spill from my lips. The blush on my cheeks however had yet to fail it's job. "Did. . .Did anything unordinary happen to you today?"

I peeked an eye at her, wondering how she was going to react. Ivanka's face was constant, but from the little twitch in her scar, I could tell that she was pondering over what I'd asked. Meanwhile, I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering all over the fallen goddess's devilishly striking face or her sexy, tight body that was just rippling with muscles.

Something started to rise within me. I fought tooth and nail to keep it down. It was preposterous to consider that someone like me, who had been so fiercely against these thoughts was now succumbing to them, entertaining them which was the whole reason to my awkwardness with Ivanka to begin with.

The silence was deafening. Just as I was about to say something to kill the silent awkwardness, Ivanka opened her mouth.

"You mean when you sucked my cock and ate my arse out like a street whore this afternoon?"

My jaws dropped to the floor, or whatever layer of rock was under the hot-spring. I was so shocked that I just stared at her in disbelief for a good few seconds - not even the embarrassment hit me until I snapped back to reality to ask her a question.

"wh-What?" I squeaked. You could hear how much I wanted to crawl into a hole and die, from the tone of my voice.

"Hm?" She tilted her head in response. "Did that not happen?"