77 Ignorance is Bliss (1/2)

Sex to the dark elves – the elves as a whole actually – is basically sticking it in and letting it out. There is absolutely no pleasure or anything of the sort. It is purely responsibility.

What a waste of their natural beauty and youthful body.

They might as well practice sexual abstinence like those Jedi back on prime Earth.

Eh? I mean Buddhist monks. I get those two mixed up sometimes.

Damn you George Lucas! Damn you!

Oh wait, I do own Star Wars this time around, so I will fix that very little problem in the prequels trilogy when the time finally comes.

Someone needs to stand up to George Lucas and tells him when he is clearly in the wrong. If someone has done that back in the original timeline, the prequel trilogy would have been a masterpiece like the original trilogy.

Of course, I will have George Lucas himself directs the prequels. Star Wars is his baby, after all.

Plus, I am his fan, so I prefer not to do anything to hurt him physically or emotionally. At least his vision for what Star Wars should be is way better than all feminist craps from Disney. I did make sure to leave him the merchandising right, so he isn't eating scraps off the street.

I did not need more money than I already have. Although, I didn't leave George Lucas the sequels right – for obvious reason. I can't have him fuck up Star Wars the third time, including the original timeline.

Honestly, what part of being an all-powerful Emperor of a Galactic Empire did not tell you that I am a huge Star Wars fan? I also can shoot lightning out of my hands and electrocute people I don't like.

Too bad, the Force still eludes me. Not for long though.

Telekinesis should be within my grasps in the next few years or so. I can wait that long.

So many things to do, so little time – how ironic.

Anyway, I grip her sexy waist tightly with both hands, forcing her to bounce on my steel pole, impaling herself again and again while she screams at the top of her lungs.

From her insane tightness wrapping around and stroking my meat shaft, Eliana hasn't used her pussy for a very long time. And she definitely hasn't been fucked this brutally before.

”Master! Master! Uh! Master! Please! Ugh! Slow! Ugh! Slow! Down! Master!”

Eliana screams, pleading me to slow down, but I did not relent. Why should I?

Seriously, who is the Master in our relationship?

Nope. I fuck Eliana even harder and even faster with all the intent of making sure her cunt remembers my cock and my cock alone – as it should be. She is mine like anyone I have my eyes on.

And as expected, painful cries soon turn into erotic moans and gasps. Pains has become pleasures.

Eliana is beginning to enjoy the powerful sensations that only sexual pleasure can bring – as it should be.

Her legs begin to work, stepping against the couch and helping her to bounce on my cock, inviting me deeper and deeper into her steamy and fertile womb.

Eliana is back to her prime, so she can definitely bear my children, assuming our biology is compatible to some extents. Not really an assumption since there are half-elves running around thanks to all the raping done by the humans.

Unfortunately, I am not interested in giving Antigone any siblings. At least, not yet.

Without me giving her any suggestion, Eliana wraps her hands and arms around my neck, drawling me into her for a deep and passionate kiss.

I am happy to oblige while feeling those heavy globes press against my bare chest. I will enjoy those succulent breasts of her in all their glory. They are mine, after all.

Eliana slows her impalement onto my cock when our lips are locked and our tongues dance.

Instead, Eliana grinds her hips against mine, letting my cock feels every inch of her hot pussy. It is quite nice, for a little while. But I prefer to be more active.

Once our lips are parted, my hands wrap themselves around her firm ass, supporting her entire frame as I get off my seat.

Eliana is unsure of what I am doing exactly, but her hands instinctively tighten themselves around my neck, preventing herself from falling backwards when I stand up.

”This is what sex should feel like, Eliana. Remember it!”

Without letting her response, I proceed to pound her cunt violently and brutally in my new standing position, piercing her inside and pushing the cockhead knocking against the gate into her womb.

Her eyes roll up at the reckless assault, which sends overwhelming orgasmic pleasure throughout her body and mind. Within a handful of seconds, her pussy spasms, spraying out warm liquids mixed with her love juices.

Despite the nerve-wrecking orgasm, my cock continues to plunge in and out of her snatch, spreading her tight passage repeatedly, bringing her to a new climatic height.

Her body shudders while her arms tighten around my neck, beseeching me to pound her harder and harder. My cock slams into her soaking cunt all the way to the hilt with each powerful thrust.

And before I nut inside her, I drop her onto the only bed within the room and then hammer her well-abused pussy from above, using my entire weight to plunge my length deep inside of her.

Her legs spread wide, allowing me deeper and deeper entry.

”Master! Uh! Ah! Please harder! Harder! Teach me!”

Eliana urges as my balls contracts and tightens. And with one of her legs hooked over my shoulder, I sink myself into her, pressing our hips together.

As if her soaking cunt knows what is coming, it grips tightly onto my cock, sucking onto the mushroom tip like it is trying to milk me.