Scroll 61: (+18) Sweet Love, Dirty Talk, and My Fiery, Possessive Mage

Berona leaned against the back of the chair across from the elf. She was wearing pink shorts and a matching blouse.

«It looks like she and Remis have really similar styles now... Could it be...? And what happened to Remis's provocative outfits?» Alaster wondered for a moment.

The elf’s slightly lustful thoughts were cut short by the rogue.

"Whoa!" she gasped.

Striding over on her slender legs, she stopped beside Al and, without ceremony, began scooping up gold coins by the handful.

The elf stared at her in surprise.

"Uhh, what are you doing?" the mage asked, raising an eyebrow. «Right, it’s no coincidence she and Remis get along so well—greed binds them together.»

The girl turned to look at him with a smirk.

"Relax, elf. I'm not asking for much."

«What?» the elf thought, though externally he just smiled.

"I only need twenty-five coins."

Alaster couldn't stop himself from yelling, "Are you crazy?!"

Berona's smirk widened. "Just a joke."

Alaster relaxed for a second, but then his mind started calculating.

Twenty-five coins... A pretty girl who held his secret. He quickly weighed the situation: twenty-five gold coins equaled the silence of both her and her girlfriend—or friend.

Still, it was a massive sum. On Earth, twenty-five gold coins would be five hundred thousand dollars.

«Bah,» he told himself. «I’m earning eight coins just from this mission. Besides, I'm sure my drop-dead gorgeous new girlfriend, Deinderatrix, is an endless source of free grimoires.»

The elf smirked mischievously. It wasn't like a grimoire got consumed after reading it anyway.

"Fine. Twenty-five gold is nothing for a friend," the elf said.

Berona's hands froze mid-air, a dazed look washing over her face.

In her head, she was thinking: «I never realized money was this important in life until I spent two years as a rookie adventurer...»

Her train of thought was shattered by the elf’s voice.

Still fidgeting with the coins, she flinched, dropping several onto the floor with a loud clatter. She began waving her hands frantically.

"No, no, no, no, Al! I was joking, I was just playing!" she blurted out, her large, dark eyes wide with terror.

Alaster pulled out his own coin pouch and emptied the copper pieces and a few silver coins inside.

While Berona scrambled to pick up the fallen gold, Alaster tossed twenty-five gold coins directly into the pouch.

The girl stood up and hastily returned five coins to the small wooden chest. That was when she saw the elf holding out the coin pouch by its drawstring.

Berona stared at the pouch. "W-what? No, Al, I'm telling you, I was joking!"

Alaster chuckled. "It's just a little something. A couple of missions and I'll make it right back."

Berona frowned tightly. "I can't give this back to you..."

The elf grinned. "Why would you give it back? It's just pocket money."

Alaster watched her eyes bulge as she began hyperventilating. He grabbed her by the shoulders and led her toward the door.

Clack.

He shut the door, leaving a thoroughly bewildered Berona standing outside, clutching a pouch stuffed with gold coins.

Out in the hallway, a tiny smile crept onto her lips, and she bolted off, tucking the pouch safely into her clothes.

Inside his room, Alaster quickly gathered his remaining funds: one hundred silver coins, seventy-three gold coins, and around two hundred and two copper pieces.

Opening his dimensional storage, he stashed all the coins securely into his chests inside.

[Dimensional Space: -120 MP]

He sealed the rift and slipped out the door like a dark blur, heading straight for the room Deinderatrix had claimed for herself.

Of the four rooms available, the girls shared one, the guys took another, Detrix took her own, and Alaster claimed the leftover one. He had yielded the largest room to Detrix, who carried an insane volume of belongings inside her magic bag.

He knocked on the door: knock, knock.

No answer.

He knocked harder, but the door drifted open slightly; it wasn't latched. The elf pushed it open and stepped inside slowly.

"Detrix...?"

He scanned the room. The only light came from a window obscured by a heavy curtain, keeping out most of the morning glare.

But there was something else: faintly glowing magical runes covered every wall, the ceiling, and the floor.

Alaster took a few cautious steps into the room, looking around in wonder.

Suddenly, he felt a weight against his side.

He turned, and there was Detrix’s gorgeous face, her breasts pressed firmly against him. She laced her soft fingers through his.

"Handsome Al... come here so your girlfriend can spoil you before she leaves."

Alaster swallowed hard. "What are these symbols?"

The girl released his hand and stepped directly in front of him, pressing her body against his.

She was a bit shorter than him. The elf looked down at her breathtaking face—dark eyes and tempting lips that murmured:

"It's a sound-dampening barrier."

«So that's why she left the door unlocked,» Alaster realized.

However, his focus quickly shifted to her breasts pressed against his chest.

Wearing only the thin fabric of her nightgown, she was practically bare beneath it. The elf placed his hands on the mage's waist—soft, warm, firm, and sculpted with rich feminine curves.

He slid his hands down slowly. It felt like caressing silk over soft cotton, with skin even smoother underneath.

For a second, he thought she might object, but as his hands reached her hips and rear, he glanced at Deinderatrix's face. Her eyes were closed, enjoying the touch with a quiet, warm sigh.

Without him even realizing it, Detrix's hands had slid the black trench coat off his shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt.

The elf watched as she gave him a light kiss on the lips.

Yet Detrix had much more on her mind. She nipped his lower lip gently, letting out a soft moan full of pent-up desire.

"Seriously, Al... you're gorgeous."

She ran the soft tip of her tongue slowly over his lip in a hot, deliberate stroke.

"You taste sweet."

The elf responded in kind, squeezing her full hips before lifting her up.

Suddenly, Detrix shifted into high gear. She pulled back slightly—just her upper body—twisting her delicate waist and sculpted back enough to reach down and work on his trousers.

"We don't have much time, sweetheart. Take me now."

Her pale hands undid his belt, and the restricting pressure around his shaft vanished.

Her soft hands wrapped around his manhood, and he felt the sensuous mage stroke him from base to tip. The surge of pleasure almost made the elf's knees buckle.

Standing there while still supporting her waist, he heard the mage whisper in a voice thick with excitement:

"I only have twenty minutes."

Alaster pulled her closer, lifting her by her rear and pinning her against him.

He carried her toward the bed, kissing her all the way to her canopy frame filled with pink cushions.

He broke away from her wet kiss as he tossed her somewhat roughly onto the mattress.

Detrix let out a short gasp as she landed, knocking several cushions off the bed. She glared up at him with mild irritation, but Alaster watched as she settled into the mattress, stretching her arms above her head.

The tight white nightgown hugging her breasts couldn't hide her killer body. She wore a smug, playful half-smile—one that practically screamed, I won.

Kneeling on the bed, the elf slid his hands up her body in a confident stroke, moving from her waist up to her full breasts, pushing the nightgown up with them. Soft breasts with small, hardened nipples met his gaze.

The elf tried to pull the nightgown completely off, but her hand stopped him.

"I told you, we only have twenty minutes... seventeen now," she pleaded softly. "Skip the appetizers, handsome."

Detrix pulled her nightgown back down for a second, closing her legs with a soft moan.

Once she caught her breath, she reached down, daringly spreading her legs open.

"Be gentle... I never had time for parties..."

«What does she mean by that?» the elf thought, but now wasn't the time to ponder.

He positioned himself right between her legs. Detrix pulled him down, wrapping her delicate arms around his shoulders.

As he guided himself into her, he felt a smooth entry at first—until he hit a barrier. He pushed forward with a bit of force, piercing through it.

The mage gasped, letting out a sharp whimpering moan.

Her tight, warm, incredibly wet heat engulfed him completely.

«Wait... was that her hymen? Was she a virgin?! With a personality like hers?!» Alaster thought in shock, though he kept his mouth shut.

Deinderatrix’s soft moans were like music to his ears.

"Lady of Life, from your generous hand, drape my chalice with your cloak, a maiden's virtuous temple: Contraception," the mage gasped out the female spell between ragged breaths.

A subtle chime indicated the spell had taken effect. It was his first time hearing that sound, but he pushed it aside.

The intense pleasure of being inside the stunning mage, the clash of their hips, the soft touch of her breasts squeezed in his hands, and her muffled moans completely consumed him.

The mage wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as the contractions of her climax rippled through her, washing over her on her pink bedsheets.

Alaster watched as she gripped the sheets tightly, exposing the mattress beneath. Her raw, sweet, shameless cry of pleasure drove him straight over his own edge.

There he was, taking this sensual mage without even removing her nightgown—simply pulling it up and thrusting inside her.

Holding onto her curvy waist, he pumped his warm seed deep inside her, and she seemed to feel every drop. Detrix's eyes mirrored pure bliss.

"Yes! A-all of it! Let go... Ahh, yes, fill me up!" she cried out, her voice dripping with unadulterated lust. "I-I'm your woman..."

Inside her mind, a storm was raging: «This is way better than what Mom said. Gods, I'm exploding down there... I can't take any more!»

Before his eyes, the mage twitched violently for a moment before going completely limp. Her legs fell away, and her gaze went briefly blank.

He could feel his shaft pulsing, releasing his vital fluid into her scorching, thoroughly stretched core.

Detrix’s arms dropped to the mattress, and Alaster slumped down against her chest without pulling out, resting against the soft cotton that covered her heaving breasts. Her heart was hammering like a racehorse.

After a few seconds, drowsiness began to wash over the elf.

He pulled back slightly, still positioned between her perfect legs, sliding his shaft free with a wet slick sound.

He flipped her onto her stomach, revealing her flawless rear and hourglass silhouette—round buttocks, a neat little slit, and a flushed core with a thin stream of his seed spilling out in tiny trickles.

He shifted one of her legs to get better access and pushed back inside.

This time, her interior felt impossibly smooth. Gripping her small waist, he drove into her again.

He glanced down at Detrix’s face. She wore a thoroughly satisfied smile, turning her head slightly to look at him.

It didn't last long—another wave of pleasure crashed over the elf, a calmer, deeper orgasm.

Squeezing the conquered mage's hips, he poured everything into her once more. She moaned softly with every spasm.

In her mind, she was floating: «Gods... I can feel how warm he is inside me. It feels so good...»

She was filled with a different kind of pleasure—a purely feminine bliss. The elf’s living seed bathed her core, giving her the sweet ecstasy of being desired.

He could only watch as she smiled like an idiot, her body trembling faintly. At one point, he even noticed her eyes rolling back briefly.

Alaster let himself fall back onto his spine, leaning over to kiss her shoulder near her neck while taking in her smile.

"You're mine, handsome elf," Detrix whispered without opening her eyes.

He didn't answer right away, instead pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Then he asked, "You never really answered me... Are you my girl?"

He reached out to hold her hand, lacing their fingers together.

The mage's face twitched with pleasure and she let out a moan. Nothing was more of an aphrodisiac to her than romance.

Breaking free, she pushed away from him and flipped herself over, straddling him on the spot.

Alaster found himself pinned to the mattress with the woman on top of him.

Still in her nightgown, the mage guided his shaft to her entrance and, without letting the gown reveal a thing, swallowed his entire length inside her in one smooth motion, throwing her head back with a loud moan.

He gasped as she took total control. With desperate energy, she ground her core against his pelvis, creating a chaotic rhythm that sent waves of pure ecstasy straight up his spine.

He began to assist her, his shaft riding deep inside her with forceful, agonizing pleasure.

Deinderatrix began to scream between shameless gasps:

"Yes! I'm yours... your woman! I'm so much better than those tavern sluts! I'm your own personal whore, just for you! Ahhh, it feels so good! Gods, fill me up!"

As she ground her wet heat over him with wild abandon, a sudden spark flashed as she whispered something that revitalized the elf’s stamina instantly.

"All yours!" she screamed, her intimacy pulsing and dripping as he thrust upward into her.

He felt her walls grip him in a tight, wet squeeze that drenched his hips.

Detrix let out a raw, triumphant shriek: "Yeees! He's mine, you bitches!"

Alaster, caught between his own ragged gasps, couldn't help but grin. «Man, she's competitive and possessive as hell... but damn, the sex is incredible!»

Exhausted, the sensual woman finally collapsed onto his chest after riding him like a wild stallion.

Alaster looked down at her face as best he could. "Yeah... that's my answer."

«She really is a fire-attribute mage,» Alaster thought.

With the girl collapsed in his arms, she remained draped over him, their bodies still joined below.

Alaster lifted her by her hips to free his now-flaccid length. He couldn't see the full view since her nightgown covered everything—which was probably for the best, considering he felt warm liquid spilling out from her womanhood onto his lap.

Feeling another surge of heat at the touch of her perfect hips, he pulled her further up until their faces were level, pressing his lips to hers.

She didn't fully return the kiss, murmuring sleepily, "Do whatever you want... but only five minutes. I have to leave. Besides, sweetheart, I can't take any more... my endurance isn't that high."

He sat up, flipping their positions once more.

He laid her back on the mattress in a classic missionary stance, but lifted her legs high and spread them wide, securing complete access to her flushed rose core.

He thrust inside, making Deinderatrix arch her back instantly.

The moment his magically recovered shaft sank into her, she began screaming in pleasure, her eyes rolling back for a second.

He hit her deepest depths with every stroke, each thrust making her entire body quiver.

Pulling out right before he peaked, he finished outside, spraying his release over her white nightgown, her covered chest, and the slick space between her thighs, leaving his vital essence painting her skin as he took in the overwhelming satisfaction of knowing she was completely his.