WARNING:

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

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Before he was locked up in prison, Tristan has had his fair share of experience with women.

After all, which self-respecting 17-year old American teenager doesn’t?

However, none of the women he had bedded before were as beautiful as the woman currently pleasuring him. She was the most beautiful one yet.

In addition, it has been four (four!) very long and grueling years. Perhaps the lack of pleasure during that time has affected his judgement.

Herrera gave his member one last good lick before looking up at him. Though she said nothing, her gaze conveyed it all.

The time for games was over, and now, it was time for the main event.

Tristan grabbed the woman’s shoulders, pulled her up, and brought her near the table.

Before he pulls her over to be seated on the corner of the table, the last thing he saw was the woman’s excited smile…

“Whoa, sir… You’re different from the other elves, aren’t you? So rough-”

Before she managed to finish her question, Tristan had already thrust his member up to the hilt.

The woman moaned in ecstasy, which only spurred him on. “Yes… Yes…”

Tristan pumped faster and harder into her, while playing with her breasts using his fingers and grabbing her cheek with his other arm.

The woman continued to moan, her expression in utter ecstasy. To hold in her screaming, she put Tristan’s finger into her mouth and sucked it, while occasionally biting it in reflex.

They continued on and on for one hour without stopping, and finally, Tristan felt her body start to tremble beneath him.

“Ah… Ah… I am…”

Herrera’s vision blurred for a minute, her ecstasy and sweat mixing into one. Tristan felt his lower body became soaked, but he still had yet to achieve his release.

Tristan pulled out, turned the woman over, and restrained both of her arms on the table. Once again, he started thrusting into her, this time from behind.

“Yes… Again… Again…” The woman moaned, her drool wetting the table as Tristan continued to try to achieve his momentum.

Their lovemaking kept going for another hour while Tristan enjoyed the sensation of his skin rubbing against her smooth, sweat-soaked skin. He couldn’t explain how or why, but all he knew is that sex felt much, much different from what he used to do in his youth.

He kept on going and going, chasing a release that felt so close yet so far at the same time. Even though he had spent some time in this body, he had yet to get the chance to explore his new body in this way, and thus he was unfamiliar with its… intricacies.

He continued thrusting into her, again and again, and he felt his lower body become soaked again. This was the third time the woman received hers.

Her expression was still one of pure ecstasy, but she no longer spoke or grunted out her pleasure. It seems that she was at the end of her energy.

“Are… you… satisfied… sir… elf?” She managed to grunt out with the last of her energy.

Tristan looked at the woman, before deciding to continue. He carried her onto the soft bed and laid her in a spread-eagle position.

“No… yes… no… don’t… stop…”

The woman seems to have lost her senses to the pleasure, while Tristan kept on stimulating her lower body while chasing for his own relief. Tristan wanted to know how much his new body could take it.

Hours passed, each tick of the clock, unfortunately only made him even more worried. Though he had felt the tingles of pleasure from the act so far, his release had started to slip farther and farther away…

Time passed far too quickly for his liking, and before he knew it, sunlight had started to shine in from the gaps in his window. Far from pleasure, Tristan felt annoyed, as he did not get the release he was craving for hours.

The woman below him seemed to have spent all her energy. She didn’t move at all, only her rhythmic slow breathing and stuttering showed Tristan that she was still alive. She kept on muttering nonsense in her sleep, even as Tristan pulled out and took all his clothes scattered on the floor.

He started to wear his clothes and let out a long sigh of disappointment. It seems that his high battle power had granted him stamina that not even an all-nighter of sex could made him feel anything other than annoyance.

He wasn’t even exhausted. It was as if last night was merely a long roleplaying session. After making sure that he looked decent enough, Tristan walked out of the room.

He went down the stairs to the first floor, washed his hands, and casually started eating breakfast prepared by the host.

Not even one bite into his meal, Tristan saw his sister walk down the stairs with an annoyed expression. Upon seeing Tristan, she narrowed her eyes at him, causing Tristan to wince.

Tristan raised both his arms in surrender and asked. “What is it?”

“You fucking animal, you still had the audacity to ask even after what happened!? Of course, I couldn’t sleep thanks to all those noises!”

Layla huffed and turned away, while Tristan could only grin before continuing to eat his breakfast. One by one, the other members of the group had started to join them at the table.

They finished their meal, and started to prepare for the journey ahead. All of a sudden, Borin called everyone and said,

“Harera is… tired. Therefore, she can’t join in for the quest today.”

Layla narrowed her eyes at Tristan. “And that is whose fault, again…?”

Tristan looked away, coughed, and replied. “Ahem, then, isn’t it a good thing that we brought extra people with us?.”