Blood Elf Monarch

WARNING:

This chapter contains an explicit sex scene. Please read at your own discretion.

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"What do you mean?" I am an elf of course"

Tristan gave a confident answer. Unlike in the past, where he was confused due to his disfigured body from the experiments, now he has received the memory fragments and his body is on the path to becoming the perfect blood monarch form. There was no part of himself that was still human, and therefore, he is an elf.

However, the answer was not enough to convince the dark elf woman.

She approached closer and walked around him, watching each part of his body up close. Afterwards, she touched his shoulders and removed Tristan\'s clothes, showing the toned torso underneath.

"It appears that you are right, however, there are some concerning reports that I couldn\'t believe. You won\'t mind that I check to confirm, would you?"

Without waiting for an answer, Illiana took a step in front of him, and now they were so close their heads were about to touch each other. With a careful, reassured motion, her hand started crawling down from his shoulder to his waist, before she pulled down his pants.

"i can assure you that everything is in a good condition." Tristan smirked.

The woman\'s hand did not stop, she gave a smirk in response, and her touches landed on his undergarment. With the tip of her fingers, she touched Tristan\'s dick gently.

"Well then… you will allow me to see it for myself, right? I\'d like to be thorough with my checks." She whispered, her hot breath tickling his ear.

Illiana led him towards the edge of the bed and pushed him down, and as Tristan lay sprawled on the bed, she yanked off his undergarments with a quick flick of her hand. She crawled onto the bed and looked at the shaft that is slowly enlarging with a glint of interest in her eyes.

However, to his surprise, Illiana stopped staring at the massive shaft and touched her ring, taking out a small black knife encrusted with beautiful red gems. She let the tip of the knife touch his shaft, and his arousal quickly turned into pure panic.

"What the…"

Still with the cold knife taking hostage of his little brother, Illiana crawled up and whispered to him.

"You are a liar, and a fool, Lord Tristan."

"Urr.. what do you mean…"

The bewildered and shocked Tristan could only manage a half hearted question.

"I have known that you are a human in an elf body even before we met, yet despite that, I sill wanted to give you a chance!" The woman\'s anger, despite her looking like she was about to scream, still sounded tranquil. 

But it was clear, the usually calm woman was pushed to her rage breaking point.

"Alright, alright, you can explain it nicely without hurting my little one, alright?! He\'s innocent!"

"Hah!" The woman gave a single mocking laugh. "Like I don\'t know about that woman who fell for it… you men are all the same."

Illiana then proceeded to explain, how she purposely create the Uruk battle challenge to give Tristan The stage he needed to show off his strength to the king and the other elven race elders.

"With that, and yet, you still decided that you could afford a direct war against the dark elves? You are making a grave mistake!"

The elf woman grasped Tristan\'s little brother hard, her strength enough to cause Tristan to wince slightly, and moved her knife closer.

"You need our help! You need me! You need a partner like me! Someone to help organize your army, do you need someone to hammer it through your thick skull!?"

This time however Tristan gave her a serious stare. He put both his hands on to her face and pulled her closer.

"I think I am in love."

The woman was startled and Tristan used that split second confusion to exert all his strength, and he managed to turn their position around. She was now beneath him, and he caged her with both his arms.

"What do you think you are doing!!" She shouted, indignant at the treatment.

Triatan pinned her down, but the woman was a peak crescent level magus elf, and Tristan had to use every ounce of his strength just to hold her down. She really tried to break free with everything she could, but Tristan took advantage of his position to use his own weight to restrain him..

As her struggle ceased slightly, Tristan decided to grab her chin and kiss her soft lips. 

Their tongue danced with each other, a dance for dominance to conquer their clashing beliefs. She seems to have decided to humor him, parting her lips slightly to allow him better access. Right as their tongue intertwined however, Tristan felt a sharp pain

"Oucchh!!"

Tristan stared at her beautiful, flawless face, his admiration broken by the enraged struggles of the woman beneath him. However, he found her anger to be her most beautiful expression. There was something that stirred heat into his loins when he saw the normally calm, intelligent woman became red with rage.

Once again, she tried to push him down and release herself, but Tristan\'s position advantage held true, and at this moment, she was unable to outstrength him.

"Don\'t you dare! I am the princess of the dark elves!!"

Tristan did not tremble in the slightest despite her taunting

"And i am Tristan the blood elf, your Monarch! How dare you try to play with me! Now bow under my command!"

Not waiting for her response, Tristan forcibly pulled the silky black clothes that cover her chest, revealing the two alluring peaks hidden beneath. As her face reddened with both embarrassment and anger, Tristan did not wait for her response and used her momentary distraction to quickly devour one of them.

"Ah! Let… go… of.. me.."

The woman\'s words was drowned as she started to writhe in the throes of pleasure. As her words gave in to soft moans, her fingers trembled, and she curled her toes in unrestrained delight as Tristan started to suck at the side of her neck. As he pulled away, a trail of saliva followed his lips, and he wiped it as he stared at her beautiful eyes half glazed with lust.

"I am no fool, woman! You are not doing those things for me, rather, you are doing this for yourself! Be honest with me, you are putting this little show just as a way to intimidate me, don\'t you?"

Instantly, Illiana\'s grey skin burned with red embarrassment, and her formerly confident stare crumbled under Tristan\'s glare. Not only did Tristan manage to see her naked body, her intention has also been laid bare.

"Now tell me, woman! Why are you doing this?"

The formerly talkative Illiana\'s words died in her throat, and she didn\'t say anything, prompting Tristan to continue with her ministrations. This time, he played with her left breast and massaged the right, the fierce yet gentle movements of his hands forcing another set of soft moans from Illiana.

"Stoppp.. stopp it… stopp"

"Tell me!"

Tristan glance at her flushed face again and was ready to give her another passionate kiss when she said

"I… i only wish for the strongest partner.. and.. i was hoping..."

"I see," Tristan smiled a victorious smile. "Yes, you really are smart, and you have found what you seek."

Tristan didn\'t stop there. He pulled her long dress all the way down, spread her thighs, and ripped off her undergarments before throwing the tattered material away to a forgotten corner of the room.

Her core has already glistened with desire, and Tristan thrust his shaft inside with a quick movement. Each of his thrusts varied in speed, giving the woman no chance to even think as she was drowned in the unending haze of pleasure from Tristan\'s expert movements.

Aaaaaaa.. Aaaaa

The woman moaned even louder, and Tristan continued thrusting inside her. Drool dripped down the corner of her lips, and her eyes started to roll to the back of her head. The smart woman was rendered unable to think, to feel anything else other than the overwhelming pleasure Tristan provided her.

Meanwhile, as much as Tristan wanted to feel he has a semblance of control over her, he had to admit that he has no idea who is currently manipulating who. For hours, as the two fulfilled the desires of their flesh, Tristan could feel a few times that she tried to break away. However, her attempts to regain control was always half-hearted, allowing Tristan to keep being able to pull her back and continue their dance.

With the similar strength the two possessed, they were able to keep going on, and Tristan finally spilled his seed inside her as she tipped over the edge of her own pleasure.. Their voices filled the silent room as her quivering lips sang of her release.