The Costs Of Surrendering.

Even if he had wanted to, John wouldn’t have gotten the chance to pull away from Elisrya after she stepped up to him. She was so fast that she darted in so quickly and neatly that he didn’t get a chance to decide on a course of action before the Elf had already sealed their lips together. While he was still trying to catch up to the moment when her trousers fell to the dirt, she was busy trying to deepen their kiss. His hands unconsciously found her cool, wide, pale hips and confirmed them to be bare… and her hands began to curl around his neck to try and keep him close.

Her blue, glowing eyes nearly blinded him when she leaned in close enough to press their foreheads together. They were so bright he had to close his eyes just to block them out of his vision. He heard her layered voice growl… and gasp as John finally allowed himself to relax into the kiss. He dug his fingers into her hips when he felt her tongue lashing at his lips as if she was demanding entry to his mouth instead of asking for it. It was like she was fighting for control, so he squeezed her tight with a **** that he wouldn’t have dared to use on any of his partners other than perhaps Urga. His fingers sunk into her firm buttcheeks hard enough to make her wince… but there was so little fat on her body that his hands actually dug in slowly, fighting against layer after layer of muscle just to grope her. When the muscles were **** to finally give and finally let him touch her freely, her voice merely came out softer. She parted from his lips just long enough to sigh for him and made John smile when he realized that most of that noise she was making came from her own voice, not the people of Dornwich… but it didn’t last long.

She pulled away from the kiss before John could decide for himself to end it. Their lips came apart with a wet smacking sound, making everyone within earshot acutely aware of what was going on inside the tent and why the dead had stopped attacking… and then John furrowed his brow as he watched Elisrya take a step away from him. Her hands lingered on his neck for as long as possible as she moved out of reach, and then quickly fell low in a **** attempt to cover herself when she realized he started looking at her hairless, puffy pussy. She failed to do it before John saw that it had swollen up to the point that her snow-white mound had turned red with arousal and her clit was already hard and throbbing, but she gave a weak attempt anyways. When she spoke, or rather, when the people in Dornwich spoke, they didn’t bother to wipe away the shiny layer of drool that now clung to her small lips. She didn’t try to hide the tips of her breasts, even though they were swollen enough that John could see the outline of her nipples through the thick, jacket-like top she had on. She just covered her pussy… all the way up until her eyes flashed brightly again and the powers of Dornwich **** her to raise her hands and push them out towards John.

“You have an aura about you,” Elisrya stated and left him no room to deny her findings. When her hands came close enough to John, her body shivered. Goosebumps trailed across the parts of her body that were within reach of his magic and a thick droplet of pussy juice began to drool down the inside of one of Elisrya’s thighs. Her hands touched the red wound on his chest and John winced, something that he assumed Elisrya noticed immediately based on the way her eyes darted up to look at his grimace, and the powers spoke again. “You don’t bleed. You can’t be blinded.”

John knew that last part to be untrue. He could be blinded. He just didn’t know how permanent it could be. One of his Horrible Evolutions told him that perhaps even that could be stopped though.

“You’ve killed hundreds of the Hallowed already. Are you immortal?” they asked, and John watched as the Elf’s legs tensed like she was trying to fight against some invisible bindings… and then she took a step back towards the table. Elisrya herself accepted the idea of kissing him pretty quickly in comparison to what she was doing now. Now, she fought against every action for as long as she could. Her flawless snow-white skin rippled as every muscle in her body flexed and tightened against what the powers were trying to make her do now, but it was a useless fight. After a couple seconds, she was **** to relax long enough for her chiseled form to turn away from him. He watched as she reluctantly bent forward over the large table Mub had set up for this meeting, pushing the firm, heart-shaped swell of her ass up into an inviting target for him, and then he frowned as the Elf squeezed her hands into a pair of fists.

John had to stop himself from answering the question of Dornwich. He almost did it without thinking, as if he had just been having another everyday normal conversation. He was used to discussing his game stats, sharing with the other Gamers he used to play with online… but this wasn’t a normal game. Now, he had to keep that stuff secret.

“Does the answer to that matter? Would you even believe me?” he asked and watched as Elisrya’s expression darkened. She glared at him over one of her shoulders as the glow in her eyes grew again… and then opened her mouth to say something again before John interrupted her with a question of his own. He didn’t want that train of thought to continue… so he changed the subject. “How many people am I talking to?” he asked, and the deathly stare in Elisrya’s eyes dropped. She blinked hard at him for a moment as the glow in her eyes actually flickered a few times… and then John watched as her brow pinched together slightly. “Is it all of Dornwich?”

“Does the answer to that matter?” Elisrya snapped back, and John smiled when he heard that her voice was her own again. “Would you even-” she stopped in the middle of her sentence. Her eyes flashed and her mouth curled up into a scowl… and then it fell blank again. “Yes,” her voice echoed again, finally answering his question, and Elisrya’s natural tone disappeared almost completely beneath the echo that took control. “At least, every grown man and woman. There are no slaves, commoners, or nobles like there are in your little tribe. We are all connected.

“Your deal is with all of us,” the voices all said the same thing and made Elisrya move in the same way. They made her pull on one of her round, firm buttcheeks until her ass parted enough for John to see how her pussy glistened with arousal. They tried to make her look submissive… but Elisrya tried to stop that. She fought back and tried to set her own pace even while her own body was ordered to sit still so John could fuck her. While Dornwich tried to wait for John to act, Elisrya fought against Dornwich to get it over with. She reached back to undo the binding on his armor and ‘pahnts’ enough for her to slip a hand into his gear. Thankfully, she didn’t have to search very hard. The second that her hand had completely disappeared into his clothing, she found his member. The first touch was exploratory… but was by no means gentle. She grabbed at what she was searching for to try and whip it out and get it over with quickly… but her hands completely failed to wrap around him. Her tug slapped his member on the inside of his armor, creating an audible ‘thunk’ against the metal plating as she tried and failed to pull it over the hem of his ‘pahnts.’ The leather clothing Mud had made for him might have stretched to allow his cock to find freedom, but his armor would not, and as Elisryra quickly discovered, he was much too large for it to simply slip through the gap she had made by loosening his armor.

She visibly froze as soon as she hit that realization. Her glowing blue eyes burned brighter for a moment as she looked down at where her hand had disappeared to and then moved almost unconsciously… or perhaps because her body had been told to move by the elves who were there with her. He felt her fingers subtly curl beneath his shaft, squeezing and stroking along as much of his length as she could reach in her bent forward position, and then he chuckled when the Elf gasped as she finally got a feel for the true heft of his member. Her aggressiveness with him faltered but her attitude reassured him enough to unequip his leggings. He didn’t take off his leather trousers, though. When his armor disappeared, he noticed the look of confusion on her face and thought about taking off the clothing that Mub had made for him too, but… he decided that it would be better to let her see just how big he was at her own pace. He let her play around until she finally came to the conclusion that it would be easier to tug his trousers down instead of trying to stretch them out enough to slip almost a whole foot of dick over the leather hem. He watched as her eyes opened wider… and wider… and wider as she unveiled inch after inch of his member, and a part of him wished that he had a camera with him for that one moment at least so that he could document the expression on her face.

It wasn’t until Elisrya couldn’t pull his ‘pahnts’ down any further without moving out of the position she had bent forward in that she finally got a good chance to tug his cock completely free of its confines. He was so hard by that point that his cock flicked out of her shy, loosening grip and slapped against one of her pale thighs, sliding across the layers of sticky pussy juices that had drizzled out of her. Normally, John’s skin wasn’t all that tan. Years of playing video games in a closed room led to pale, unhealthy skin and a frail frame… but the last week had been different. He was still rather pale, even after all the time he had spent in the kingdom, but when compared to the Elf, he looked like he had spent years in the sun. His cock especially, when she finally managed to tug it free of his pants, seemed like it was full of color and absolutely riddled with veins next to her alabaster thighs. Even her flushed and swollen womanhood couldn’t match his skin tone in terms of shades, and he definitely got a good long moment to ‘compare’ the two of them when she just sat in place and stared at him.

Her legs trembled when their bodies touched, and John gasped when he realized how cold the entire surface of her skin was. She was warmer than ice, thankfully, but cool enough that it was like she had been standing outside in the snow until it changed her skin white and lowered the temperature of her body. Likewise, Elisrya instinctively pulled away from John when she felt him unconsciously push forward. Their hips touched just long enough for her to realize how hot his blood ran, and then she jumped as if he had burned her. His member bobbed again and tapped against her giant, swollen clit a few times, and the two of them were simultaneously shocked out of the daze they had fallen into. Elisrya grabbed onto his cock again and angled his fist-like knob up to her tiny elven cunt… and John stopped her. He latched onto her wide hips like they were a pair of oversized handlebars for him and held her in place even as she touched his tip to her labia. A gasp escaped the Elf as soon as his hot member and his aura both touched something sensitive at the same time and **** a shiver out of her, but that was as far as it went with John’s hand on her hips. He was stronger, strong enough to hold her in place if he tried while she tried to relax her own body. Her tunnel was made for Dornwich men, Elven men, not human monsters. Even if she had chosen to lay with a man outside of her own species, it wouldn’t have been him in any other scenario. She had never heard of a human being who was that big before, and just looking at it made the task before her daunting.

“Slow,” the voices in Elisrya’s throat growled, like all the romantic Elves in her society were trying to make the event into something sweet. The human didn’t seem fooled to her. He didn’t thrust. He didn’t penetrate or grind against her. He held her in place and whispered to Elisrya herself, even if the powers of Dornwich could still hear them.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he muttered down at the Elf, and she looked up at him. Her body twisted just far enough to make one of her nipples poke out through the gap in the front of her top, but John’s gaze was on her face instead of her chest. He kept his expression as neutral as possible while her face burned into a hot shade of pink, and restrained himself to keep from slamming forward. Even while blushing for what John suspected might have been the first time in her life, the Elf glared at him. Her eyes burned with the same vibrant blue light that he had seen the last few times the city took control of her and her voice definitely disappeared in the words that followed, but the way she roughly fought against his grip to try and impale herself on his shaft said plenty for her in place of words. One failed thrust back against John all but told him that she was on board for whatever her city wanted of her.

“Dornwich will do its part,” the voices in Elisrya’s throat echoed. “You do yours, boy.” The light in her eyes dimmed and the echo gradually faded away… but the glare in Elisrya’s eyes remained while she continued pulling and stroking at John to try to finally goad him into thrusting into her. Her hands squeezed at his shaft until it flexed and hardened like it was made of steel and his balls started to ache with the sheer amount of cum that he could feel swelling up inside of them. His hands tightened on her hips until he was certain that his grip would leave red handprints on her pale skin, and the two of them locked eyes. The romantics in the city had asked for a slow and easy coupling… but Elisrya was not a romantic. In a way, she reminded him of Urga, so he assumed that the challenging glare in his eyes was a message to tell him to be rough… and to get it over with.

When he did try to advance, the wet lips of her pussy squished against the end of his member, like he was just pressing against her pussy rather than penetrating it. Her labia didn’t part at first because, once again, his member seemed too large for that, his feet dug into the dirt beneath him while Elisrya shoved at the table, and the two of them slammed together at a pace that he hoped made every romantic Elf in the city jump with the sudden shock to their cores.

Even with a thrust that was rough for the both of them, their hips failed to clap together. He got deep for sure, a lot deeper in someone who was supposed to be a virgin than he thought he would have been able to in just one thrust, but he didn’t go far enough to feel her large toned ass touch his waist. The walls of her cunt pushed back against him, twisted, and flexed like she was straining her muscles just to stop him… but eventually they just broke. Her swollen, thick pussylips were quickly **** into a wide loop around his girth, stretched more and more until her labia were thin and taut around his shaft like some kind of perverse cockring and the rest of her walls followed suit. At first, her pussy seemed like it was pulled skin tight to the parts of his cock that he managed to get inside, and her muscles contracted to the shape of his shaft, squeezing with everything he touched… but then her taut walls were **** to gape even further as the thicker parts of his dick quickly followed. Something in the muscles that were kneading his member was strained when he pushed back against them, shoving her pussy beyond its limit until her body couldn’t fight him off anymore. Her core relaxed… and then started to distort as he stretched her tiny quim so much in one more long push that he reshaped it to fit him. He smacked against her cervix, feeling her wince and retract as if to pull it away from him, but he held her in place while her walls squeezed tight to his manhood... and still their hips never met.

He stopped after a moment though, when he heard her whimper. Her pussy clenched and spasmed hard enough to grind him around her core a little bit… and then it relaxed while the two of them stayed in place. Her whimpering filled the room, and even escaped out of the tent a little bit at some points, but John didn’t try to push her further yet. She clenched again… and then relaxed. A part of him knew that he could have made it easier on her, that he could have used his abilities to change her body until she fit him so well that her womb would even stretch open to help milk his shaft… but he kept enough sense to try and save some of his mana. He needed it in case a fight did break out or if he got the chance to escape from the kingdom, and going that far seemed like it might be a bit much for someones first time.

Eventually, Elisrya relaxed enough to stop whimpering. Her pussy stopped clenching sporadically and she slowly found the strength to tighten her muscles enough to try and milk the seed out of his cock early. She cast a sweaty glance back over her shoulder after the first few squeezes… but her glare returned quickly when she realized that John wasn’t losing his mind. He managed to hold himself back… even if he wouldn’t have been able to a couple days earlier. Her body flexed and rolled, grinding him around a few times until she could hold him tight to the entrance to her womb without crying out and pulling away… and then she grabbed onto the table and bounced back against him hard enough to make his shaft lurch and flex inside of her. John was the first to moan.

He took over thrusting when he realized that it was okay to move and created a steady rhythm to try and pull the voice out of the Elf in turn. Squelching sounds filled the room. His fingers squeezed deeper into the swell of her hips as John railed his hips forward and he found himself digging droplets of pussy juice out of the Elf as his aura and pace pushed the both of them along… but her voice never came out. Similarly to the visions John had had while under the influence of the Cabalist mana potion, he found himself craving Elisrya’s moans. She wasn’t a succubus, so it wasn’t exactly the same. He knew she was enjoying it. The way her back arched when he packed her full of cock and the way she shook like she was missing him when he pulled out told him that much… but she refused to moan. This was just part of her duty for her, he realized, not something that she had gone out searching for.

She was going to keep her voice in even if it meant that she had to bite down on her tongue to hold it back… and John wanted to fight to make her let it out. He found that he wanted her to give her moans up to him so badly that he started trying everything. Anything he had learned since he first got his powers was fair play. He tried thrusting deeper until her stomach bulged with the shape of his cock and she was whimpering again as he crushed her womb, but even after she had become numb to the pain of it and her pussy started to drip and quiver whenever he did that, he found that her voice still remained hidden. He tried spanking her until her snow-white butt was turned into a bright shade of pink and her legs were shaking from the sharp, tingling sensation his hands left behind, and he pulled on her hair until her eyes glazed over while John used her braid like a set of reins.

He knew she liked the rough treatment, her own thrusts conveyed at least that much to him as she bucked back against him harder and harder, but it wasn’t enough. He found that he could play with her breasts until her nipples were so hard that they ached while he tugged on them. He could play with her asshole until her backdoor learned how to obediently clench for him whenever he wriggled a finger around inside of it or tried to pull his digit back out of it, like he had already started training the other hole to take his cock. He found that he could even rub her clit until the glow in her eyes glimmered and she was shaking so hard that he could hear the table rattling with each of her orgasms. Yet… she never let out a single moan. She was like a knight for Dornwich, and somehow decided that her honor bound her to keep her voice to herself.

Eventually, John started to run out of steam himself. Holding back became impossible as she kept thrusting with him until the most that he could manage to do was slow his pace. The pace may have been the worst part. Even after he discovered that he could tease her with the speed and depth of his thrusts, she remained silent. He could choose to squeeze in only a few inches at a time, almost nothing at all for him, until she was writhing around because of how empty he left her newly gaping cunt and shaking from her own **** need and anticipation for the moment when he finally gave her more… but it still didn’t get him a moan even when he finally teased her to the point that he could make her cum simply by filling her back up again or slamming against her womb.

Somehow, she knew what to expect from his aura and him. Even though she was a virgin, it was like she had seen it all before, like… like she had already experienced everything he was doing in small parts through the connection that she had with the rest of Dornwich. When sweat matted her hair to her head, she turned to look back at him, and John nearly stopped in his tracks when he saw the blank look on her face.

“Get it over with,” she breathed out through slack, thin lips and thankfully failed to glare at him with her glimmering blue eyes so glazed over. “Y-you still have to sh-show us your powers.” Her voice faltered for a moment as she pushed back against him, and the Gamer nearly looked back down at her pussy as it squelched and squirted upon being packed full again. John stopped thrusting. He stood there as she continued rolling her hips up and down the length of his cock, stretching her tiny quim to the point that she could take most of his member with ease, and frowned. The sex was a nice distraction, but she had a point. He needed to find a way to either do what they wanted… or get out of there. A quick look at his kingdom tab told him that there was still no escaping yet, so he had to go with the alternative.

He had to surrender. He had to give them what they wanted. He didn’t know how he was going to do that in time to keep Dornwich happy so they wouldn’t hurt his people, but it was the only option.

More than that… he had to figure out what power he was going to use while he was trying to teach them how to cast spells so effortlessly. He didn’t want to show them any of them honestly, and looking at his list of abilities didn’t help to find one that would be easier… but it did give him an alternative for one of his other immediate problems. Something that he could at least use to try and make the Elf moan. It wasn’t a spell that he thought was typically used for sex like his aura was; even now he could feel the elf shivering whenever she pushed her hips back far enough to put her clit within the reach of his passive ability, like she could feel the waves of mana splashing against her sensitive button like a constant torrent of water whenever she got close.

It was a spell that had a lot of uses. He nee- He just had to know what he was doing when he used Rememory. The first time he cast it, John wasn’t focused and the spell was wasted. A pop-up appeared to inform him of the effects of what had happened while Elisrya squeezed her thighs together and came again on his cock. His shaft started pulsing and he became innately aware of the rising sensation in his balls, but he quickly doubled down on his efforts.

Rememory was cast but is unsuccessful! Target Memory Unspecified!!

The second time wasn’t much better. John focused and tried to make her relive a memory that he knew of… but as it turned out, the one that he was thinking of most was the moment where he first met her. Trying to pay attention to what was actually happening while at the same time remembering a specific moment was a lot like trying to fantasize. The memory mixed with what he wanted to happen and what was currently happening. It made it almost impossible to pick the exact moment that he wanted. If the memory he chose was fresh and had happened recently… then it was easier to summon it. Still, his ability activated and showed her the image of herself clad in all of her silvery armor once again, weighing her down as her memory of John walked into the room. Her armor immediately fell limp to either side of her, like something heavy had suddenly captured her wrists and pinned them down to either side of her on the table. The armor wasn’t actually there, John couldn’t even see it, but the Elf still felt it. She relived it, like the effects of his spell said she would. As soon as his spell finished, Elisrya froze in place too, giving John a single moment for his body to calm down while she flexed her fingers and stared at them with wide eyes.

Rememory was cast successfully! Targeting Memory: Meeting/Gamer

“Wha-” she voiced her confusion with a mumble… and then John finally found the memory he wanted and slammed his hips forward hard enough to make the table squeak. He used Rememory once more, burning through his mana without care now that his only choice was to surrender, and watched as Elisrya’s whole body twitched while his hands groped at her and his spell seeped in… and then smiled when her head fell and she laid her cheek down against the table and mumbled something out again. Her sweat-matted, red hair clung to the wooden table surface as soon as the two touched, but neither one of them cared. “G-Gods…”

It was almost inaudible, but not quiet enough to be missed completely and certainly not enough to stop John from acknowledging what he was doing or building on top of it. The feeling of two hands on Elisrya’s body became four as his spell took effect and the pummeling her poor pussy had been taking was suddenly doubled. For a moment, his spell made it so she felt his cock railing against her womb twice through the memory she was reliving and from John’s own thrusts. His spell came to an end and he watched as the Elf’s whole body clenched in response to the double penetration she briefly experienced. For a moment, he left her pussy feeling full even while he was pulling out of her, and Elisrya had to bite down on her own lip to stop herself from crying out. She shook and then squirted slowly, lacing John’s thighs with thick ropes of her own cum until the shock of the memory finally faded and she turned to look back at him.

He was still thrusting, still going strong, but barely. His own short hair had become clumped and matted with sweat and his biceps had a slight sheen to them in the blue light of her eyes, but then so did the entirety of her body. The strings tying Elisrya’s top together started to come undone until both of her melon-sized tits slipped out of the top and ballooned against the table with each thrust. Her tits had been squeezed and groped so much by that point that most of her body was flushed and pink instead of the snow-white color it normally was. She opened her mouth to talk to him as his hands shifted from one place to another again, but her voice never came out. John buried his face in her neck before she could say anything and shoved his cock into her velvety tunnel as far as she could take it. He groaned into her neck as he bit down on it and came, but not before his fingers began groping and squeezing to try to tease her some more. His cum blasted up against her cervix, squirting into her womb and back around the sides of his cock, and burned into the cool Elf’s core. Her colder body flinched from the heat of the thick seed that continued filling her up and steadily seeping back to spurt out from her stretched pussy lips until it was dripping from her clit and pulling weak gasps out of Elisrya… but it didn’t stop there. John still didn’t get his moan… so he began casting his spells again.

Rememory was cast successfully! Targeting previous Rememory event! Rememory has stacked!

Two hands became six as he made her relive the moment she had just gone through again, and he watched as the Elf jumped suddenly as if he had just shocked her. Her pussy tightened and loosened as the sensation of his thrusting into her on two separate occasions returned while he came inside her and John watched as her jaw fell slack. Her mouth opened like she couldn’t hold it shut anymore while the memory of his hands pulled at her hair and choked her slightly to make her orgasm last, he mauled her breasts up and down, tugging at her sore nipples until he could feel her trembling, and she relived the way he stroked her clit and slowly stretched out her butthole with a finger like he was planning on using it. For a single second, he became three separate people and all the voices of Dornwich that had been speaking to her when those moments happened repeated themselves in her mind. Her eyes flared brighter and brighter until John’s generous orgasm came to an end and his cum was dripping down past her knees. Her womb hadn’t inflated like his past lovers’, but her stomach still bulged around the outline of his hard cock… and she still hadn’t moaned.

...So John started playing with her clit some more while she was still squirting on the end of his shaft, thrust back and forwards, and cast Rememory again.

The spell was only a second long… but doing that while she was already cumming just made the Elf jerk away from him as her body got too sensitive to handle his touch. She relived the shock of multiple orgasms frying her mind all at once, but still kept her voice in. She didn’t pull away very far since she was stuck between him and the table, and slowly began to ease back onto the length of his shaft once the initial shock had passed, but it worked. For a moment, she felt him everywhere as John leaned down to kiss Elisrya and found her so lost in bliss that her blue, glowing eyes had rolled back out of sight and left the room darker than it once was. She kissed him back again without thinking, letting him have free reign over her mouth and her tongue while he left her impaled on his cock. A heavy, throbbing pressure squeezed up against her core, and shook until John pulled away from the kiss with a loud smacking sound. He spanked her ass once more, watching the way her butt jiggled and shook from the hard impact as her head unconsciously turned to search for his lips, her tongue lolling from her mouth hopefully, and chuckled at the silly expression she gave him.

Slowly… her green eyes rolled back into sight. Her not-glowing, viridian-green eyes. She looked up at him to see his face masked in darkness without the light of her magic to illuminate him… and her blissful expression fell into despair.

“Wha-What did you do?” she asked with a voice that was clearly her own, and then fell limp and **** on the table as the Orcs began to let out battle roars at the world outside.