My Servant Is An Elf Knight From Another World

Chapter 490: Our Moment, Part 1 (R-18)

I needed to take a moment away from the moment. I didn’t move, I didn’t say a word, and neither did Ash, a silence where only our heavy breaths spoke.

The stare of her eyes was a meek one, hypnotic to the point of mesmerizing. Something about it, something about her... I... I don’t know... there was something, I just felt something.

“Is there... is there something amiss, Master?” Ash quietly asked, a trace of uncertainty and unease leaving with her words. “Do I...? Um, is something not to your liking, perchance?”

Was it her demeanor, maybe? Or her pointed ears, squirming, burning red all this while? Perhaps it was just the way she just felt so vulnerable now – her body trembling lighty with trepidation, the look on her face, a soft submissive surrender reflecting back in the shimmer of her eyes – the always vigilant, always graceful Knight she was no longer.

That’s it, I found it. That’s the something – it was everything, and I loved it. Every single part of her. I love her.

“Master?” She spoke again, anxious now.

“No, nothing, it’s nothing,” I reassured her, still utterly, deeply entranced by her everything. “I just can’t stop from admiring you, all of you, Ash, you’re just so... you’re beautiful...”

.....

Then there she goes, trying her keenest and best to hide her satisfaction, suppressing a smile so bashful. I loved that too.

“By all means then, Master, if it pleases you, admire me more,” She said, tugging at my hands around her hips again, goading me on. “Look at me more.”

We flung ourselves into each other once again, quickly, suddenly, fumbling a little from the rush of it all. Yet the passion, the ferocity of the moment immediately rectified any mistakes, and then there we were, a gentle roughness in the way we moved, the way we touched, the way we kissed.

Ash still wasn’t very good at kissing, half the time I could feel her teeth bashing hard against mine, but I didn’t mind it. Her clumsiness, the awkwardness, it was endearing in its own way. Besides, what she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in eagerness.

And boy, was she eager...

At some point, I lost all thought, all control of myself succumbing to temptation, to my carnal desires. I felt my fingers sink into the fabric of her sweater, and slowly, I began lifting them up over her, from her waist before I gradually rose upwards more and more.

Ash’s breathing wavered then, but she only urged me on even more – I felt her proceeding to shackle me, coiling her fingers around my wrist in a strangling hold – pushing, urging, leaving me no other choice but to keep going, and just like that, one last forceful, impatient tug had stripped her bare, exposing her body, her skin, so warm, so smooth to the touch.

We broke apart, backing off, reeling, the both of us collecting ourselves with deep gulps of air. That sweater of hers went flying somewhere I didn’t bother to find out, not with her being, looking, the way that she was...

Her long, smooth white hair was now all bent and crooked in all strands of crazy and mad. I’m to blame for that I think... my hands just kinda had a thing for pulling and ruffling long silky things.

There was barely even a hint of recognition in her eyes. Her gaze, her expression, completely overtaken by something more carnal, something more innate.

“It’s a bit drafty, windy, this... sensation,” Ash muttered, folding her hands around herself a little basfully. “Um, embarrassing too... you, Master... you’re looking...”

“Didn’t you want me too?”

“Too much...” She weakly retorted. “You’re looking... too much...”

Indeed I was, and I was totally lost in the sight. In her voluptuousness, in her roundness, that of which her arms failed to completely obscure.

“I’m... I’ve never willingly exposed myself before... to someone, to-to anyone close, to be more precise...” Ash continued to say, stammering, and blushing a bright red. “M-Master, with you, I... I want to, alas I... I thought I was prepared for this, p-please bear with me... for but a moment, p-please! S-Surely, in a moment, I will be fine again, surely after... after...”

Wordlessly, I reached out and took hold of her arms. Too late having noticed, Ash flinched, whimpered, trailing off to a gradual timid silence. No resistance though, no reluctance, as I slowly lowered her arms for her, Ash continued to just let it happen.

Her breasts sagged slightly as the pressure of her arms was lifted away, falling, wobbling, coming to a stop just shortly after.

They took on a beautiful, captivating shape. I always knew she was big, yet not overtly... a perfect balance of size... one that almost seemed intricately designed to take breaths away, as it did mine just then...

Even in clothes, in dresses, all those layers upon layers of cotton, silk and whatever else could do only so much in veiling her actual size, but in the end, they always protruded, always stuck out to no avail, some even just accentuated them, and I was always had to be wary to watch where my eyes would wander.

But now, but here, I don’t have to worry so much about common decency and etiquette anymore.

Her skin too almost seems to radiate an ethereal color of white when bathed in the glimmer of moonlight, except for her nipples, however, pale and pink... pointing straight, perked, as if staring right back at me, fueling dangerous temptations, an open invitation... drawing me in to try for an even closer look at them, at her, and I could feel physically my body hopelessly succumbing to their allure.

Ash was breathing hard, breathing heavy. I could tell. The rise and then fall and then rise again of her chest... I could watch them all night long.

“I-In rare occasions, Master...” Ash piped up, seemingly only speaking to try and alleviate the tension in the air. “I... I noticed y-you would tend to stare at me more than you should...”

“Do I now?” I said, and by some miracle, I managed to wrench my gaze back up at hers, and there I saw harboring deep beneath her trembling eyes, a composure truly, utterly lost. “Mmm, I hope you didn’t mind it too much.”

“No, n-never, Master!” She squeaked adorably. “If you had asked to see me bare, for you, I’d be more than happy to indulge such a request! I wouldn’t hesitate! But... you never asked me... in spite of those many, many occasions... not once have you...” her voice, her tone, she sounded almost genuinely disappointed by it actually. “And I always wondered to myself, you see... a silent ponder... and I was always too frightened to ask you, but now, right here with you, I... I am a little less so...”

“What is it, Ash?”

That’s when Ash began to squirm, her thighs fidgeting, rubbing against mine. Her hands folding into fists, and her lips in a long, trembling narrowed line.

“M-My breasts, Master,” Ash sputtered out, and in an act of daring bravado, she jutted her chest out towards me. “I hope... do you... are they, perchance, to your liking?”

If emotions could kill... I’d be a dead man on the spot, died in bliss, content with his abrupt end. After witnessing such cuteness, such lewdness all at once, my heart took a pounding I don’t think it’ll ever recover from.

“Yeah,” I said blankly, my brain fried and battered to come up with any other answer. “They’re good. I like them. I like them a lot.”

Yet Ash didn’t seem too convinced.

“Are... Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure?”

“Hmm...” Her lips thinned out again. “And what about in regards to... lady Irene’s?”

I blinked. “What about Irene?”

“Are hers... is she... Lady Irene’s... is she more to your preference, or, am I, um, well...”

She trailed off there, and all for the better, because she might have fainted from the sheer embarrassment if she finished that sentence, and frankly, if it weren’t her suddenly burying her smoldering red face into her palms, I’d have thought I had imagined the whole conversation. Thankfully, it brought me back into focus.

“Oh, what’s this right here?” I asked. “Am I hearing wrong, or am I hearing jealousy?”

Her arms flew back down, and she stared wide, mortified. “N-No, not jealousy, you’re hearing wrong! You’re indeed wrong, Master! I... I was just... it was merely a simple inquiry! A mindless thought, I – !”

“Okay, relax,” I said, placing a finger across her lips. “If you really wanna know the answer, I will give it to you.”

“N-No, never mind, please pay no mind to it,” Ash shook her head. “It was a question undeserving of words. There’s no point comparing myself to another, to gauge your affections to me, I shouldn’t... you love me, I know you love me.”

“That, I do.”

“Perhaps it’s insecurity, an irrational fear of mine,” She muttered, her eyes dropping slightly. “That I would never be able to measure up to her.”

I felt my heart drop hearing her say that. She shouldn’t say that. She shouldn’t even think that.

“Ash, there’s not a single part of you I don’t love. Every inch of you, you have no idea how much I have to try just to keep my hands to myself. Every time I see you, I just want to touch you, y’know?”

She smiled at that, a little reassured, a little happier, and with another question to ponder. “Do you now?”

“I do. For as long as I’m able to,” I affirmed. “For as long as you’ll allow me to.”

“Then touch me, Master,” She said, lifting my hand and pressing it firmly against one of her breasts. Then in a quiet, flustering gasp, and in a voice evidently short of breath, she spoke again. “Keep touching me.”

The sensation hit me at once, I could feel my palm sinking into her softness, her suppleness, and spurring on instinct, I began to move my hand, my fingertips weaving the surface of her skin, pressing, squeezing, then raising my other hand, I grabbed her other breast and proceeded to do the same.

It was... I can’t describe... I can’t think... not with her moans sounding in the quiet... the feeling, this feeling of her... I can’t get enough of it, faster, harder... she moaned some more, she tried to suppress it... the back of her hand against her lips, didn’t help... she couldn’t help herself. Sensitive to the touch, I remembered.

Perhaps a little too sensitive.

“M-Master, please...!” She tugged the sleeve of my shirt, and any second I was expecting to hear the word ‘stop’, but I didn’t. “M-More...!” She stammered, collapsing onto me, her nails digging deep into my back. “Touch me more...!”

We fell. Backwards, forwards – I couldn’t tell, perhaps both, one after the other. It was a frenzy, another blind moment of lust overtaking us, and by time we snap back to ourselves again, I was suddenly on top of her, staring down at her, my hands still clinging onto her breasts, and my lips dripping with our drools intermix, falling onto her bare skin, glistening... I noticed my knee was wedged in-between her thighs, and hiking up on her skirt, revealing, very nearly showing... more.

Ash was a quivering, fidgeting mess atop the sleeping bags, hands clinging desperately onto herself for control, for composure, her soft voice escaping her slight squeaks, in faint moans... for a brief moment, I thought she had had enough, but then when her eyes fluttered open, I only saw the same look, the same wanting expression gazing back at me.... desperate for more.

“M-Master... I... I’d like to touch you too now... ” She blinked, breathed, and mustering a shameless smile, lifted a foot and pressed hard into my jeans, against my groin. “If you don’t mind, that is...”