"Ugh!"
Even after using my 'Clean' skill to scour every last smear from my skin and clothes, the feeling wouldn't leave. It clung to me like a curse—sticky, phantom filth that no amount of glowing runes or divine authority could banish.
A psychological scar.
A trauma.
A very, very smelly trauma.
If I didn't get into real water soon—cold, flowing, honest water—I was going to lose what little dignity I had left. And that was saying something.
So I followed the dark elf. Not to watch, of course. I'm a goddess of refinement—mostly—not some common peeping tom. I just happened to need the same geological feature she did: a source of running water that didn't smell like an ogre's digestive tract.
"..."
Okay! I'll admit it! I wanted to watch!
Not in a perverted way. Mostly. It was more of a… professional concern. Yes. That was it. I needed to make sure she didn't slip, drown, or accidentally stab herself with her own dignity. Dark elves were notoriously dramatic when upset. This was practically a safety inspection.
Of her ass. Heheheh~!
I stayed silent, moving through the trees with a grace that defied the rage still simmering in my gut. The stream glimmered ahead, a thin vein of silver slicing through the forest under the cold moonlight. The sound was soothing—a gentle murmur that washed away the memory of... a filthy golden shower.
Vespera was already there.
She stood knee-deep in the water, her back to me, furiously scrubbing at her arms with both hands. The stream tugged at her long silver hair, which now had a faint, brownish tint near the ends. She looked… smaller somehow. Less sharp. Less furious. Still dangerous, but DAAAMN! her ass was a masterpiece—two perfect, grey globes of muscle and softness, glistening wetly under the moon.
I found myself smiling.
Then I felt my 'holy spear' stirring.
"I said don't follow me," she snapped without turning around.
"I said I wasn't," I replied, stopping a respectful distance away and raising my hands. "I merely… arrived. Coincidentally. At the exact same stream. At the exact same time."
She slowly turned her head just enough for one amethyst eye to glare back at me, glowing faintly in the moonlight.
"You're breathing too loudly for someone who claims not to be watching."
"Super lungs," I said easily. "Very efficient. Very loud."
My gaze drifted from her angry eyes down the elegant curve of her spine to where the water swirled around her waist.
"And can you blame me, Pointy? After the biological warfare we just survived, I figured we both deserved a little eye candy. Consider it a morale booster. It's part of the rescue package. Very premium."
"I don't want your premium service!" she snarled, trying to focus on her cleaning, but her shoulders were tense. "I want you to leave me alone! Go find a hole and die in it."
"A hole?" I purred, taking a single, deliberate step forward. "Honey, after today, the only hole I'm interested in is yours. And trust me, we'll both be screaming. With pleasure."
I let my leather pants drop to the ground with a soft thud, my 'holy spear' springing free, finally unbound and eager. A full 12 inches of divine flesh, throbbing in the cool night air.
Vespera's eyes widened, the moonlight catching the sheer, terrified realization on her face as she looked down. Her breath hitched, and for a second, the sound of the rushing stream seemed to go mute. The "eye candy" comment was one thing, but the sheer, divine scale of the "payment" I was presenting was clearly more than her dark elf sensibilities had prepared for.
For a moment, I thought she might turn and run. But she didn't. She stood there, frozen, her gaze locked on my cock as if she'd never seen one before. Or maybe she had, but not like this. Not one that looked like it had been forged by a horny god.
"I… I… you're… you're unbelievable!" she finally managed to stammer, tearing her eyes away and trying to focus on a rock on the other side of the stream.
"I get that a lot," I replied, still grinning, as I strode into the cool water. The current was a pleasant shock against my skin, and I sighed in contentment.
"Now, you gonna scrub my back, or do I have to do it myself?" I asked, closing the distance between us. The water was now up to my thighs, my 'holy spear' bobbing in the current like a hopeful little dolphin.
"Keep your distance, you… You she-beast!" she snapped, but there was no real anger in her voice now. It was more… fear. And a hint of something else. Something I recognized. Curiosity. "I am not your servant!"
"I don't want a servant, 'Pointy'. I want an equal. A partner in crime. A fellow adventurer. And a very, very enthusiastic lover," I said, my voice now a low, seductive murmur. "And you know, you still owe me. For saving you. For not letting the ogres… well, you know."
"That was your fault in the first place!" she shot back, but her shoulders were slumping, the fight draining out of her.
"I prefer to think of it as… a catalyst for a beautiful friendship, Pointy," I chuckled, reaching out and gently tracing a finger down her arm. She flinched at my touch but didn't pull away.
"Don't call me 'Pointy'," she whispered, trying her best to ignore me.
"Then what should I call you?" I purred, circling around, standing before her. I let my gaze slowly, deliberately travel down her body. Her tits were small but perfectly shaped, the dark nipples hard from the cold water.
However, the most notable thing was—
"Oh... Didn't expect this."
The long, grayish cock hanging between her legs was a very pleasant surprise. A very, very pleasant surprise.
It was beautiful.
Not as big as mine, of course, but a respectable size, with a nice, smooth head and a pair of full, heavy-looking balls. And it was growing, slowly, steadily, rising to the occasion like a soldier answering the call of duty.
"I… I am a Drow, not a normal Dark Elf!" she stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of violet as she tried to cover herself with her hands, a futile and utterly adorable gesture. "It is… a trait of my people! Not that it's any of your business!"
"Vespera," I murmured, my voice dropping an octave as I closed the final inches between us, my 'holy spear' now standing proudly at full mast, its head nudging against her own 'spear'. "I think it's my business now."
I didn't wait for an answer.
I just leaned in and kissed her. Hard.
It wasn't a gentle, romantic kiss. It was a hungry, demanding kiss. A kiss that claimed, that conquered, that promised everything and asked for nothing in return. My tongue forced its way into her mouth, dominating, exploring, tasting the faint sweetness of the stream water and the lingering bitterness of her fear.
She resisted at first, her hands pushing against my chest, but it was a half-hearted effort, especially after my right hand wrapped around her growing cock, my thumb teasing the sensitive tip.
"Mmmph!" she moaned into my mouth, her body arching against mine as I started to stroke her, my movements slow, deliberate, teasing.
I could feel her surrendering, her resistance melting away like snow in the summer sun. Her hands, which had been pushing me away, were now gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. Her kiss became more demanding, her tongue now dancing with mine, a battle of wills that she was destined to lose.
"Hehe~..." I chuckled, breaking the kiss and looking into her amethyst eyes, now dark with desire. "See? Not so bad, is it?"
"You... you are... insufferable," she panted, her hips bucking into my hand, her body begging for more.
"I prefer 'irresistible'," I purred, tightening my grip on her cock and stroking faster, my thumb now rubbing circles on the sensitive spot just below the head.
"Mmmph~... faster..." she whimpered, her head falling back, her silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of moonlight.
"As you wish," I grinned, my other hand moving to her tits, my fingers rolling her hard nipples, pinching them just enough to make her gasp.
"Aah~... yes... right there..." she moaned, her body writhing against mine, her 'spear' now as hard as a rock, leaking pre-cum into the cool water.
I could feel my own 'holy spear' throbbing, demanding attention. I was so fucking horny. The sight of her, the feel of her, the sound of her moans... it was driving me insane.
But I knew offering attention now would result in receiving attention later.
So I wanted to make her cum. I wanted to see her lose control, to see her beautiful face contort in pleasure, to hear her scream my name.
"Go on, 'Pointy'. Cum for me," I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear. "Show me how much you want it."
"I... I..." she stammered, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Don't be shy," I coaxed, my strokes becoming faster, more insistent. "Let go. I've got you."
With a final, desperate cry, she came, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her. Thick, white ropes of cum shot out, mixing with the stream water before being carried away by the current. I held her close, my arms wrapped around her waist as her body went limp, her head resting on my shoulder.
"That's it," I murmured, kissing her forehead. "Just let it all out."
I kept stroking her cock gently, milking her dry as she clung to me, but when I gazed down, something caught my eye.
A womb tattoo.
It started just above her pubic area, vibrant rose against her grey skin. The design was simple and slightly similar to mine.
"How did you get this womb tattoo?" I asked, and the moment the words left my mouth, Vespera tensed up.
"!!!" In a split second, she twisted my arm, grabbed me by the throat, and pushed me back until my back was against a rock.
I was stunned by the shift in her demeanor. The shy, trembling dark elf was gone, replaced by a hardened warrior. The look in her eyes was filled with murderous intent.
"You shouldn't have seen that," she snarled, her grip tightening. "Now I have to kill you."