My Servant Is An Elf Knight From Another World

Adalia was scarily insatiable.

Long after the fireworks had gone, when the only thing left falling over the city were the tiny wisps of white seemingly forever falling from the skies, we were still going at it.

In all kinds of places and all kinds of ways…

I would have her pinned up against the wall one moment, then she'd nibble on my neck again, and in a streak of blurry actions, suddenly I would be holding her over the air as she continued to drain my vigor away in bouts of fiery passion.

A cycle of lust and love rinsing and repeating forevermore.

She wasn't exaggerating when she said vampires were an awfully lasting species. No matter how hard I tried to satisfy her thirst, the countless times I filled her to the brim - Adalia was simply unquenchable.

We didn't stop for anything, not for rest, not even for the slightest breath. The snow-powdered concrete beneath was a mess of haphazard imprints of ourselves, with little drips, little splashes of sweat and juices pointing aimless in directions our vigorous passion has us drifting and tumbling toward.

I was a mess, both within and in the physical. My body was throbbing with fatigue, scorching with slight sears and burns from the many times her claws moved and caressed too careless. But then she'll bite me again, I'd hear the soft sultry echoes in her moans - riveting, rousing music to my ears - and I'd instantly forget all about it.

A long time must have passed already, but I hardly even felt a single minute of it. How long it had been and how long more - ten minutes, fifteen minutes… thirty… an hour… two - it didn't matter to me, not anymore. The cold of her body, the feel of her lips, her hips, pushing, taking, wanting more of all I had to give, for the sixth time, the tenth time… twentieth… the hundredth… it was all hers to desire.

I was all hers to own.

A little stumble to the right, hands entwining, our lips locking, and we were back again to how this intense neverending night had started… with her body laid against the ground, long silver locks tangled in frazzled meshes by my hands running through them and her frenzy and fervor still distinctly etched around her wide, hungry gaze staring up at me, looming, mounting her from above… still urging for me, wanting for me… and I could do nothing, want nothing… but oblige her.

With another forceful thrust of my hips, I felt myself gushing into her again. A twitch, a blurring gasp, my penis slipping out, and once more I fell right back down into the embrace of her arms.

Still hungry, still thirsty, the swirling gray of her eyes peered back into mine. I understood, and slowly, I shifted myself closer to her parted lips, also heaving, the tips of her fangs protruding… and below my knees brushed her thighs, rubbing, stroking… just waiting for her to take another bite.

But she didn't.

Across my chest, I felt a small force of resistance as she gently pushed me back. I whirl my gaze to her expression, and even while blinded by the disorientation of both darkness and exhaustion, her head's slight yet firm shake was clear enough to convince me that it wasn't just my imagination.

Yet the look in her eyes, the quiver of her breath, continued only to convey a darker, depraver demand of me. For her to just abruptly stop us here despite that… well, it wasn't difficult to guess what made her choose to.

Heaving steadier breaths, balancing buckling knees, I quietly spoke, "It's fine, I can keep going."

"No, you cannot…" Adalia replied at once, her words, her voice teeming still with exuberance. "And I do not want you to…"

"Not gonna stop until you had your fill."

You told me when to tell you to stop…" She said, a faint tender smile gazing back at me. "Please do not tell me you lied to me again…"

"You aren't satisfied yet…"

"I am…" with both arms, both hands, she reached out, cupping my cheek, her claws running through the disheveled sides of my head. "In more ways than one… more than you can even possibly imagine…"

Before I could protest more, Adalia rested me again against her bare chest, keeping me wedged between her soft mounds with a firm hold.

"Do not argue with me, you will not win…" She said simply and bluntly,  affectionately ruffling her claws through my hair. "Please, just lay with me. I want you to rest now…"

This was still quite a bewilderment to get used to. Hearing her speak with so much woven into her voice… pretty much just another foil to help sway things to her favor on top of everything else. Like how do I even keep resisting?

Trick question - I don't.

Like a mummy begging wrapped, I resigned myself to laying limp and still in the tomb of her loving arms.

"This feels a bit lacking though," I muttered. "Just resting."

"Then let me rephrase myself…" with a shuffle of light, gentle movement, I felt shift my all over the place as she slowly sat upright until as we both turned still, I found myself with my head placed atop her soft thighs, my nose tickled by the fuzzy seams of her skirt, staring up at a view, past her bewitching pale mounds, a world of murky gray above swirling with nothing but love. "It is my turn now to coddle you…"

Again, find me a person that could defy her. They don't exist.

This time, it seemed we really were back to where we first started; the two of us flat against the concrete and snow, a quiet serenity permeating as we gazed out to the soothing vista of a looming city enveloped in the ocean of night.

Adalia continued to stroke my head, and in the touch, the soothing cold of her affections, I could feel the exhaustion receding from my body, yet despite it, I found it even more of a struggle to keep my eyes open.

"You're not tired?" I asked her, clamping my jaw shut from the heavy urge to yawn.

"No, not yet…" She said, eyeing me down with a knowing squint. "But you are, aren't you…? Very, very tired…"

"I'm fine."

"You can sleep…" She urged, the tips of claws grazing my scalp in slow, lulling motions. "I want you to sleep…"

"Eventually, sure," I blinked hard, flapping the fatigue away from my eyelids. "But I wanna stay awake with you a little more first."

"Oh, you can try…" She chuckled wryly. "But you will fail…"

This. Precisely this. I didn't want to miss a single second of this. This hidden side of her I somehow managed to unearth, to awaken. I wanted more of it… and more than anything… I didn't want her to lose it.

"Thank you for tonight…" Adalia whispered, bending down briefly to peck on the lips sideways. "Thank you for everything…"

"You don't have to - "

"But I will, I just did…" She interjected, predicting my thoughts like my face was a page filled with words. "Because I want to. Don't say I don't have to. My gratitude, my love, my everything, I want to give them all to you. Do not say you won't take them… because if not for you… I wouldn't have this, I wouldn't have known anything like this. Without you, I would have never felt so… so…"

"Happy?"

"Alive…" She smiled.