POV Change - Allisa has a taste

'Finally!!!!' A part of his mind rejoiced, as the familiar bliss of ejaculation washed over him. As his body finally climaxed, Blaise's mind wondered back to the start of this unfortunate circumstances.

"Keep your hands off me you disgusting pig!" Blaise painfully remember the curse that bitch placed on him. Having stumbled upon this incredibly sexy demon lady, while scavenging in a secluded area near the Demon Lord's fortress soon after news of his defeat had spread. While everyone was celebrating, Blaise was attempting to collect as much loot as possible while it was still easy picking.

"Pleasure will forever escape you human! unless touched willingly by a woman!" The demoness blasted Blaise with her curse before fleeing. Blaise had come across this **** injured demoness, and thinking she was dead. Figured he could at the very least have a bit of touch, as he groped her breasts she awoke, furious and vengeful.

The effects of the curse were immediate, his cock had immediately swelled, causing intense pain and ache. He immediately starting to wank, but found no matter how self pleasure he gave himself he could not alleviate the pain which only grew as time progressed.

****, he sold as much of the loot as quickly as he could, immediately rushing to the nearby prostitute camp. After all if he paid for their service that would count at being willingly touched. However the high class whore he paid, after all he wants his first to be with a memorable beautiful woman. Only to threw up upon seeing his manly manhood and had her thugs kick him out of prostitute camp, swindling his money.

Dejected, he had attempted to collect more loot but by that point other scavengers had arrived. So he had only managed to gather a much smaller amount of this time, unwilling to actually enter the Demon Lord's fortress in fear of having another curse placed on him. And given, his experience at the prostitute camp he was hesitant to return there again especially if got swindled of his remaining money again.

Hoping to receive the charitable help in the main army camp, he searched for a more upstanding woman willing to help him. Only to receive dirty looks, scorn and ridicule from others, Blaise has never been a well liked man among women, his looks left much to be desired for and his personality never developed past his early teens due to being cuddled by his parent as their last surviving child.

But it became too much for Blaize, quickly hiding in the back of the infirmary tent, to avoid the dirty looks and scorn. Fortunately there was spare bed, with nothing left to do Blaise rested.

Waking up hours later, Blaise awoke to hear the the soft whispers of beautiful voice speaking in a language he couldn't comprehend. Slowly this voice drew closer, until eventually this was near to him. Pretending to still be asleep, he could sense this person, this woman was sitting down near him.

Her hands felt so soft and delicate, as she took his hand, holding it near her sizeable chest. He cracking a single eye open, he saw her. Though her eyes were closed and dressed like a man, she was beautiful. With her long cascading blonde hair with sharp pointed ears jutting out of her hair.

'An elf? I remember my aunt and cousins back at the farm warning me about them, unnatural they called them' he recalled, not sure why she warned him against elves. 'Well they sure can't be all bad'.

Dumbly, Blaise attempt to rub his hand against this elven girl's chest which is what gave him away as to not being asleep.

"Hmmm.." This angel pondered aloud, her voice so delicate that a breeze could seem like a typhoon in comparison"... What a shame if you were awake I would have helped with your little junior" Letting out an exaggerated sigh of disappointment.

"You..you... Would??" he stuttered stupidly, sitting up stair excited that his saviour had arrived at last. Dropping the charade of being asleep.

Though she did not appreciate his boasting at the start, becoming very scary at certain points. Even somehow shocking him, upon holding her hand. Or shattering his preconceptions on frail girls by how she was easily able to overpower him and pin his hands together. She listened to him, cold and emotionless but she listened to him, even as he rambled about his miserable life she listened. Eventually he offered everything he had, to serve her until his **** if she helped him. And... she agreed, it didn't last any longer than a few minutes, but this climax was the most satisfying climax of his entire life, the first time a woman had ever willing touch him especially his little junior.

Though eternally grateful for her help, he didn't actually plan to keep his word. Once the army was past the border, he would disappear like a thief into the night. That's not because Blaise is a duplicitous liar or hate the 'knives ears' as extended family would call them, but because he knows actually serving this elven angel wouldn't help him with his goal. Which was to wife up a super attractive, rich, strong woman, who was also willing to have tonnes of sex.

'I want to make my parents proud. To return to them as a brave hero, to bring home to them a beautiful daughter in law and for them to be grandparents' He thought sadly to himself. As the only serving child of his parents, the pressure to succeed weighed heavily on him.

But the important one was that she was powerful, far more powerful than him, such that she would be able to defend his claim to his parent's farmland. From all the vultures surrounding his inheritance, especially from his dastardly cousins. This elven girl while beautiful, based off her clothes seemed to be just another camp helpers like him and he felt he could do better. Maybe he would keep her around as a mistress.

'If only it was one of the ladies from Hero's party' Blaise remorse, now those girls would definitely tick off all of his requirements. If only he could get close to one of them.

"Blaise" the elf girl spoke, catching his attention. The elven girl's hand was still covered in his piping hot seed. He watched as she brought her hand close to her face, still cold and impassive once she learned the truth about him. Bringing her hand still stained by his thick seed, Blaise watched breathlessly and entranced as she promptly licked HIS cum off her hand. Slowly, carefully, savouring the taste of him. He could feel his little cock start to stir once again.

"Suprisingly sweet" she muttered. Her attention drifted to her hand, staring at his seed mesmerised before returning back to him. "Are you aware demon curses are for life?" Her question felt like a bucket of hot water.

"Wh... Wha.. what?" Blaise stuttered out.

"It's true" She spoke between her licking. "But that's not going to be issue because after all I am a merciful master willing to reward those who serve me, right Blaise" the elf girl spoke wishing for Blaise to reaffirm his side of the bargain.

"Urg... Urm... Of course ...mistress"

"You don't believe me do you?" She question before running her tongue along her index, almost finish licking away his seed. "That's fine, a man like you won't take long before becoming aroused again."

She got up and started to walk away, it had occur to Blaise that he doesn't know her name or who she is. "Who are you?" The question escaped his lips.

"Oh, right. I forgot to introduce myself, I'm so used to people knowing who I am" Turning around to face him, Blaise felt strange. Not intimidated or frightened but subservient, like his rightful place was on his knees.

"My name is Allisa Adstina, the last elven princess and the mage of the hero's party. A pleasure to meet your acquaintance my 'Servant'" she emphasised the last word to remind him of his place. Making a show of her licking away the last glob of his baby batte off her hand, before walking off.

"I take it back, I will go to hell and back for her" he muttered, complete entranced by her before excitedly pumping his fist. "Jackpot!"