Dark Elves Are Hot As F*ck (3)

"wh-What?"

"You are. . .shocked, shy. . .and, embarrassed?" She squinted her eyes, discerning my emotions probably from the color-flaring of my chi. "I don't see why you must be embarrassed. Shocked, even more so."

I had so many questions I wanted to ask, but I swallowed them all down like a cold rock to ask the most important and obvious question. "Y-Y-You were awake?"

"Oh yes, I-"

SPLASH!

"Why didn't you say something?!" I yelled, standing up from the hot-spring before realizing that I was nude. Water splashed once more as I squeaked, diving back down into the water, wishing that tonight was nothing more than a dream and that I would wake up soon. Unfortunately, the only thing I woke up from was the hot-spring as oxygen started to run low. I swam back up, but only allowing my red-hot face to appear above the surface of the hot-spring.

"I want to kill myself," I bubbled through the water. Again, we returned back to silence as there was nothing left to say. I didn't want to talk about it and Ivanka was terrible at comforting or starting a conversation.

I lost the battle of silence again. Turning the back of my head to her, amidst my carefree drifting, I asked my question again, calmly this time. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"What is it that you want to hear?" Ivanka replied.

"I don't know," I said, submerging so that only the upper half of my face could be seen now. "Did you hate it?" I know it wasn't really fair to ask her that question when I technically sucked her cock without her permission but I wasn't in the mood to discuss morality at this point. I just needed to know if she even realized the importance of what I did to her.

Since I was drifting amidst the narrow hot-spring without direction, it was eventual that my back bumped into the perky bosom of the hot fallen goddess behind me. My burning hot skin felt like fire to her cool, icy one. No wonder she was so impassive about this entire thing.

The water rippled around us and I felt her lips to my ears. "I fucking loved it." My ears were now noodles. My arms and legs were noodles. Everything in my body, soul and mind was noodles.

Only when I felt her hard and stiff thing did I come back into reality, the reality that we were both basically nude, with my fat arse pressed up against her dark, goddess meat.

"You feel it, don't you? My proof that I am not uttering falsehood," Her raspy voice vibrated into my ears. ". . .I've been controlling myself in fear that I may attack you as my other half had."

Before I could say anything about how it wasn't her fault, two strong arms wrapped themselves around my nubile chest before her legs did the same around my waist, pulling me closer to her hard cock. I died, went to heaven and came back.

"It's not my wish to hurt you, little one," She whispered into my ears, nibbling it. I let out a moan. "You drive me crazy."

I wanted to tell her how that was exactly how I felt as well, but I didn't need to since my body decided then and there that it was going into heat. No wonder, when after years of living in this body, my thoughts and Willow's finally aligned as we both wanted to give ourselves to the woman behind us.

I heard a sniff behind me, before a groan. "You smell. . .different." Another sniff. "A good difference."

I sniffed myself too. Instead of the usual horny, maple scent I gave off when I entered heat, I gave off a rather sweeter version, one that begged my partner to take me, both hard and gentle. That was when I realized that I had truly wanted to give my first time to the woman behind me, and that she would be my bond-mate, regardless of how that would extremely screw up my plans to live an easy-going life.

She was the fallen goddess of the moon, and the half-sister to the ultimate evil, as well as the strongest assassin known to all of the myriad realms. I was a simple man trapped in a boy's body, a boy who would grow to be the most beautiful being in all the many realms.

A match made in heaven, if I do say so myself.

My arms snaked out of the water, and around her neck behind me which gave her an open view to the front of my nubile, milky white body. From how close we were, I felt her heart skip a beat which made me happy inwards, blushing like a little catholic school girl in front of a hot jock.

"So sweet," Ivanka groaned, hands sliding across every curve of my body. She especially reveled in the way my hips swelled out from the small of my waist, making sure to grab the sides of my ass before playing with it like dough.

I let out a sweet, little moan. From how turned on I was, I couldn't help but grind my fat arse against her hands which inevitably pushed up against her fat, hard cock. Ivanka's hands moved back up, to cup my corset-like waist and kept them there to help her grind her veiny cock against the crack of my plump butt like a hotdog. "So good. So sweet."

That was the second time she called me sweet. I could tell she was turned on, aroused, horny, whatever word you used but I could tell that then, she was still holding back for some reason. Because I knew that, she knew that if she wanted to, she could bend me over and fuck my brains out, and I would let her.

Was she still hung up over how she thought she raped me?

"You can do more," I looked up into her eyes and smiled gently. "You can do so, so much more."