I lowered myself again, and kissed her again. At first, she was cold, until she again let herself be taken by the sway of the moment. My deviant hand, again began its noble task, taking a gentle hold of the mound hidden beneath the tight clothing. My thumb pressed, and lightly sank despite the leather’s resistance. The sensation of sinking was too strong; my hands longed to feel more. Rynissie’s body tensed at the first touch, but she did not cease nor pull away.

“Don’t stop kissing me,” seemed to be the condition for allowing my hand to go on its expedition. A negligible cost all things considered. The sound of lips embracing would be the ambient sounds filling the adventure.

My hand traversed it’s way up to her neck and disappeared behind it, searching for the key to unlocking the chest. A caress and a tickle later, a latch was found and promptly undone. Moments later, tension was released, and the leather covering Rynissie’s chest loosened, the mounds beneath showing their form. My hand took hold of the neck of the object and in the next move, pulled down the garment.

Rynissie’s eyes clenched closed tighter as her breasts were revealed to the open air, her darker toned nipples slowly becoming erect. The adventurous hand took hold of her left breast, pressing into it harder than before. Such was the punishment for daring to hide.

The sensation provoked a muffled whimper from Rynissie but not much else. Chest revealed, the hand’s ire soon dissipated and a return to gentleness came. I got a sense for the size of her chest, and gained insight into where it wanted to be touched.

Still locked in a gentle dance between lips, my fingers began their own dance around the elf’s nipple. Round and round they would go, tracing the boundary of the areola, much to Rynissie’s surprised delight. Occasionally they would brush against the dormant and flattened nipple, gently rousing it from its slumber. So thoroughly oppressed by the tight leather garb, this nipple stood tall once free and aroused, much to Rynissie’s embarrassment. She could not see the gallant scene, but she could tell from the touch, from the sensation of too much finger making contact with her, that one of her hidden buttons had revealed more of itself on its own accord.

The circling fingers stopped, instead opting to randomly trace a trail around her breast. Only occasionally would the fingers brush against the sensitive spot, and only then would Rynissie jolt and squirm beneath my body.

Bored of the conquered hills, the hand plunged into the nether, as I broke away from Rynissie, signaling that the assault on her chest was over.

She looked up at me with wet eyes, my hands presence on her lower abdomen telling her exactly what was to occur. The hand cradling her face, pressed against her a little bit more as I sent another wave warmth to her.

I still wanted to experiment with my new powers, but I didn’t want to scar such a lovely partner with brutishness.

“You’ll be okay,” I tried to convey with a gaze and a touch alone.

My hand came to rest on her pink flower. From sensation alone it was akin to touching a flower bathed in morning dew. Rynissie’s shame knew no bounds as she tried to steal my lips, as if that would distract me from the task at hand.

I brought her head instead closer to my chest as I made wispy tendrils form on my wet palm. I had a clear image of what I wanted, but first a little bit of a tease was required. My finger lightly knocked on the fleshy crevice, only lightly stepping in before immediately leaving again. I hadn’t noticed Rynissie had grabbed onto my shoulders until the squeeze that came in response to my finger. While my finger played at the entrance, the wispy tendrils circled their target like predators around prey. They wrapped and wrapped until only the tip of Rynissie’s pink, swollen bulb could be seen. All the while Rynissie had done her best to stifle her moans.

With all set, I made the tendrils vibrate and squeeze. The mixture of sensations sent Rynissie into a moaning fit, with screams mixed in. The scene filled with the sound of lips finding company had now evolved into one of carnal pleasure. Rynissie dug her head into my chest as her grip on my shoulders became vice like.

Every two moans a scream was released. A heat would build in Rynissie’s loins that begged to be released, each scream seeming to be what would finally relieve the pressure and cool the area down only to be heated again. It was all Rynissie could do to manage all the sensations sieging her body. She no longer knew what her limbs were doing; they were as good as jelly. All her attention belonged to her precious bulb and the tingling waves of pleasure. Once, twice, thrice, she no longer knew how many unfair climaxes she was forced to endure. Nor did she know when she started to expect them with naughty excitement. She began to have fun, something I would wager she hadn’t felt very often. Never had she felt the sensation of a vibration on her most private of gardens and never did she think it would wreck her sensibilities so.

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The deed was done, and Rynissie lay recovering, her legs twitching, her breasts rising and falling dramatically. I had stood up to stretch and enjoy my accomplishments.

“Hmm,” I said after taking a glance at my arm, “the numbers have barely changed.”

Sure enough, my countdown was still at sixteen days with about three hours. Our romp had taken us the better half of an hour, but that change hadn’t registered.

“Am I not good enough for that goddess? Huh?” Rynissie said, half delirious from the beating her loins took.

“No, I think the goddess just doesn’t want me to cheat her. I think she’s encouraging variety,” I said, looking back at the elf wrapped in my desire-woven cowl.

“That’s a funny way of saying you’re going to be sleeping around, Creepo.” Rynissie’s favorite name for me heralded her return to her senses.

“It’s not sleeping around.” I said, coming back to sit next to her. “It’s taking what I want.”

“Wipe that crap-eating grin off your face, Creepo,” Rynissie spat. “Gods, I feel repulsive just thinking about what I’ve let you do to me.”

“Don’t,” Rynissie’s complexion was ignited again as I patted her head, “anyone in your position, would have done what you did.” Rynissie fell quiet, accepting the pat, and my cocky smile. “Not many could stand up to me when I’m on my warpath.”

“Pfft- you call that a ‘warpath’? You came up to me begging!” Rynissie cracked a smile from below my hand, looking up at me to see if the jab would land.

“I figured honesty was the best policy. It was either that or try to subdue you.”

“Which would have failed. I’d bet the forest on that.”

I pulled my hand away from Rynissie’s head as I took a second to ponder. “Well, I don’t know about that,” I said. “I have many tricks up my sleeves.” My jacket wavered in response, but Rynissie seemed to miss it.

“Sorry, Auroro, glowing numbers aren’t that impressive.”

We chuckled beneath the trees, in the cool forest air, and fell silent for a few moments as we listened to the sound of birds. It was Rynissie who eventually broke the silence.

“So, what is it that you want to do, Auroro?” she asked, sitting up and wrapped in my cowl.

“Ahh, you’re interested now?” I replied with great expectation.

“No. I’m just contracted to you, so it’s best to know what I’m getting into.”

“Ahh, yes.” I stood up as I took in the atmosphere again, before turning to face Rynissie, who was still sitting in my cowl. Seeing her I couldn’t help but look at her fondly. “I will claim as many valuable women as I can in this world. And then, I’m bedding that goddess.”

Rynissie stared at me long and hard, bewildered by my nebulous claim, before finally speaking devoid of emotion, “So that’s all huh, Creepo? I don’t know why I expected anything more.”

“I’m a simple man.” I said. Her look of disappointment however, provoked me into speaking more. There was no need for an asset to look at me as if I were such a lost cause. What would that do to her morale in the future?

“I need strength, knowledge and resources if I want to reach the goddess,” I began.”Of that I’m sure. If I can acquire those while also indulging in my vices that is a victory. You are already more than I expected, what, given your skill.”

Rynissie brightened up a bit at the praise and a smile graced her face once again.

I looked to her and asked, “And what of you, Rynissie? What do you wish for?”

The frank question took her aback and a small conflict raged behind her gaze before she turned her head down. She was quiet for a few moments before she spoke, “Do you really need to know? I’m just a woman you met in the woods. That’s hardly anything special. At most, I’m just your worker bee.”

“Not at all.”

Rynissie jolted her head back, startled. In the time that she kept her head down, I had gotten right in her face, squatting down to reach eye level.

“Not at all, Rynissie. You are mine. For so long as that is the case, I will do well by you. What you want, is what I want. If there is something you want to take, then we’ll take it.” Rynissie, in response to my words, let a tinge of admiration show on her face before promptly hiding it. “Actually,” I corrected “if what you want is the love of someone other than me, or something along those lines then no. You are mine. If you want to conquer someone specifically for vengeance or something though, I could, perhaps, make an exception.”

Rynissie chuckled at my correction whereas I was deadly serious. We do not joke when it comes to conquesting.

“Still, it’s personal,” she replied, looking away.

“That’s fine, just know that I will help. Having things you want, those desires are fine to hold.”

“Right.”

We smiled at each other once again, having come to an understanding. Now was not the time to prod, but perhaps one day in the future, she might tell me why she said yes to my wager.