The soft glow of the enchanted lamps cast long, dancing shadows across the opulent chambers, illuminating the rich tapestries and polished darkwood furniture. A gentle breeze, carrying the scent of night-blooming jasmine, whispered through the open balcony doors, rustling the sheer curtains. Elinalise Dragonroad, the legendary elf whose beauty defied the passage of centuries, stood before the full-length mirror, her fingers tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone. Her golden hair, long and silken, cascaded down her back like a waterfall of moonlight, framing the pointed, elegant tips of her elven ears. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound of profound anticipation that was both weary and exhilarating.

He watched her from the plush armchair, a half-empty glass of spiced wine cradled in his hand, his gaze a mixture of adoration and barely contained desire. Kael knew her well, knew the intricate dance of her heart and the inexorable pull of her curse. He saw the subtle shift in her posture, the way her hips subtly swayed, the almost imperceptible tremor in her hand as she let the silk robe she wore slip from her shoulders, pooling at her feet like a forgotten dream. In that moment, she was not just Elinalise, the adventurer from Jobless Reincarnation, but Lize, his beautiful, vulnerable elf, utterly captivating in her naked splendor.

Her skin, flawless and luminous, seemed to absorb the ambient light, giving her an ethereal glow. Her body was a masterpiece of nature, slender yet curvaceous, her waist cinched, her hips flaring, and her breasts, famously full and round, rose high and proud, their delicate roseate nipples already pebbling slightly in the cool air. He felt a familiar tightening in his groin, a deep thrumming that resonated with the ancient, potent energy that always seemed to swirl around her. Her curse, a relentless craving for intimacy, was a constant companion, and tonight, he would be the one to offer her solace, to drown her in sensation until her very soul sang with temporary relief.

Turning slowly, Elinalise met his gaze, a playful, knowing smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes, the colour of molten gold, held a depth of experience that spanned lifetimes, yet in them, he also saw a yearning, a raw, undeniable hunger that was uniquely hers. “Are you just going to sit there and watch, my love?” she purred, her voice a low, husky whisper that promised untold pleasures. She moved towards him, her steps fluid and graceful, each movement a testament to her elven heritage. The air around her seemed to shimmer, charged with an invisible current of desire.

Kael set his glass down on the side table, his eyes never leaving her. He rose, extending a hand to her, and she took it, her fingers intertwining with his, warm and soft. He pulled her gently into his embrace, inhaling the sweet, musky scent of her, a fragrance unique to Elinalise Dragonroad, a blend of wild herbs, ancient magic, and pure, feminine allure. Her "Big Tits" pressed against his chest, soft and yielding, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He felt the rapid beat of her heart against his own, mirroring the escalating rhythm of his own desire.

He kissed her then, a slow, deep exploration of her mouth, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her lips before delving deeper, seeking the warmth and sweetness within. She responded with an immediate intensity, her hands rising to cup his face, her thumbs stroking his jawline as her body arched into his. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more desperate, a tangible expression of the mounting tension that had been building between them all evening. Her moans were soft at first, little gasps of pleasure that escaped her throat, growing louder as his hands began their own exploration.

His fingers tangled in her golden hair, gently pulling back her head to expose the elegant line of her throat. He rained soft kisses down her neck, feeling her shiver in his arms, her breath catching. "Lize," he murmured against her skin, the name a soft endearment. Her curse, the very essence of her, made every touch, every kiss, every intimate moment profoundly intense. For her, it wasn't just pleasure; it was a desperate need, a balm for an ancient wound, a temporary reprieve from a tireless craving. And for him, it was an honour, a privilege to be the one to provide that solace for the woman he adored.

His hands, large and warm, slid down her back, tracing the delicate ridges of her spine before settling on the soft, firm curve of her buttocks. He squeezed gently, pulling her closer still, grinding his hips against hers. The friction, skin against skin, sent fresh waves of heat through them both. Her hips instinctively responded, a slow, sensual grind that communicated her readiness, her hunger. Her "Big Tits" swayed with the movement, brushing tantalizingly against his chest, sending shivers down his spine. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, a silent invitation that he was more than eager to accept.

With a groan that was half pleasure, half raw need, he lifted her into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist effortlessly, her inner thighs gripping him tightly, her soft mound pressing against his hardening erection through his trousers. She let out a delighted gasp, her head falling back as he carried her to the large, plush bed in the center of the room. The silk sheets, cool against her skin, provided a luxurious contrast to the rising heat between them. He laid her down gently, but before he could pull away, she reached up, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling his head back down for another searing kiss.

"Don't leave me," she whispered against his lips, her voice laced with an urgency that thrilled him. "Not even for a moment."

He kissed her again, a promise in the press of his mouth against hers. His own clothes felt like an unbearable barrier, and with a swift movement, he shed them, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. Now, both of them were utterly exposed, bodies gleaming in the soft lamp light, the air thick with unspoken desires. His gaze devoured her, lingering on the lush curve of her breasts, the elegant line of her waist, the soft blonde hair at the juncture of her thighs. She was perfection, every inch of her, a living testament to the beauty of the Elves.

His hand descended, stroking the soft skin of her inner thigh, eliciting a soft gasp from her. He felt the wetness there, a testament to her readiness, a sweet invitation to delve deeper. He teased her, his fingers dancing around the sensitive folds of her labia before finally slipping inside, feeling the slick, hot passage welcoming him. Her hips bucked involuntarily, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he gently stroked her, familiarizing himself with her exquisite pleasure points.

“Oh, Kael… yes…” she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her body arching off the bed. Her golden eyes were half-lidded, clouded with building arousal. The scent of her musk filled his nostrils, intoxicating him further, drawing him deeper into the vortex of her desire. He leaned down, taking one of her "Big Tits" into his mouth, suckling greedily, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nipple. She cried out, a sound of pure bliss, her back arching even further, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth.

He alternated between her breasts, teasing them with his teeth, laving them with his tongue, while his fingers continued their exquisite torment between her legs. He loved the way her body responded, so utterly and unreservedly. This was the true Elinalise Dragonroad, uninhibited and passionate, her ancient curse transforming into a powerful source of shared ecstasy. He felt her clit swell under his touch, hard and demanding, and he focused on it, stroking it with a rhythmic precision that had her writhing and gasping for air.

“Please… more…” she begged, her voice hoarse, her body trembling violently. The erotic energy radiating from her was almost palpable, a desperate heat that threatened to consume them both. He knew exactly what she wanted, what her body craved. He leaned up, pulling back slightly, giving her a moment to catch her breath, though her eyes pleaded with him not to stop.

Then, in a move that always drove her wild, he slid down between her legs, positioning himself. Her eyes widened slightly, a look of pure, anticipatory desire. He looked up at her, a possessive smirk on his face. “You want me to taste you, Lize?” he whispered, his voice deep and resonant. She nodded frantically, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

He lowered his head, his tongue tracing the soft, wet folds of her pussy. Her body instantly arched, a strangled cry escaping her lips. He licked and suckled her, delving deep with his tongue, savouring the sweet, salty taste of her arousal. She was hot and slick, her essence a potent elixir. He felt her muscles clench around his tongue, her hips bucking against his face, desperate for more. He used his fingers to spread her open further, allowing his tongue even greater access to her throbbing clitoris, licking it with slow, deliberate strokes, then suddenly quickening, swirling around it with abandon.

Her moans filled the room, a symphony of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "Oh, my god… Kael… yes! Faster! Oh, Elinalise…!" she cried, her voice cracking with intensity. She gripped his head, pressing him even harder against her, her legs trembling violently. He continued his relentless assault, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, feeling the tremor of her body as she approached her climax. He could feel her shudder, her body tensing, and then she screamed his name, a long, drawn-out cry of pure release as she convulsed around his mouth, her orgasm washing over her in powerful waves.

He kept going, savoring her lingering shudders, until she finally slumped back against the pillows, panting, utterly sated for a brief moment. He rose, his own body throbbing with a desperate need, and looked down at her. Her golden hair was spread across the white pillows, her "Big Tits" rising and falling with her ragged breaths, her pussy still glistening from his ministrations. She looked up at him, a dazed, utterly blissful expression on her face.

"Now it's your turn, my love," she whispered, reaching out to cup his throbbing erection. Her fingers, delicate yet firm, stroked the length of him, causing him to groan. "Come here. Let Elinalise take care of you."

He didn't need to be told twice. He lay down beside her, positioning himself. She shifted, turning onto her side, then reached out, her hand wrapping around his shaft. Her touch was expert, knowing exactly how to tease and pleasure him. She leaned in, her golden hair brushing against his stomach, and then, with a deep, deliberate inhale, she took him into her mouth. The warmth, the wetness, the velvety softness of her lips and tongue were an exquisite shock. His hips bucked instinctively, and he gasped, his fingers tangling in her hair. This was the "Blowjob" of a lifetime, delivered by an elf who had perfected the art over centuries.

Her tongue swirled around the head of his penis, teasing his sensitive glans, then she began to draw him deeper into her mouth, her throat working rhythmically. Her eyes, half-closed, watched him, a wicked pleasure in their depths as she saw his reaction. He felt himself swelling, growing harder and more engorged with every stroke. She was a master, using her lips, her tongue, her entire mouth to bring him to the brink. He watched her, utterly mesmerized, her long, elegant fingers stroking his balls, adding another layer of exquisite torture. Her cheeks hollowed as she took him deeper, her breath hitched, but she never broke contact.

He was close, so incredibly close. His body trembled, his vision blurring. He felt the familiar building pressure, the delicious agony of imminent release. "Lize, I'm going to—" he gasped, but she just continued, her rhythm becoming faster, more urgent, pulling him deeper, drawing out his last reserves of control. And then, with a final, powerful suck, she pulled him over the edge. He cried out her name, his back arching as he exploded into her mouth, his hot seed filling her, a sweet, overwhelming release. She swallowed, taking every drop, then slowly, reluctantly, released him, a faint trail of his essence glistening on her lips.

He lay back, panting, utterly spent, his body humming with the aftershocks of his climax. Elinalise, wiping her mouth delicately with the back of her hand, looked at him with a mischievous sparkle in her golden eyes. "Feeling better now, my love?" she purred, her voice a low, throaty rumble that still sent shivers down his spine.

"More than better," he managed, his voice hoarse. "But I'm not done with you yet, Elinalise Dragonroad."

She smiled, a truly radiant smile that lit up her entire face. "Good. Because Elinalise is never truly done."

He moved over her, parting her legs gently. Her pussy, still swollen and glistening, beckoned him. He positioned himself, his hard, slick erection hovering over her slick entrance. Their eyes met, a shared understanding, a profound connection passing between them. He pushed forward, slowly, deliberately, feeling her muscles clench around him as he slid inside. A gasp escaped her lips, a sound of pure satisfaction as he filled her completely, stretching her, claiming her.

He paused, letting them both adjust to the exquisite sensation of their bodies joined. Her heat enveloped him, her tight grip a testament to her pleasure. He began to move, slowly at first, a gentle rocking motion that built gradually in intensity. Her legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him in deeper, urging him on. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin as her moans grew louder, more desperate.

He kissed her again, a passionate, open-mouthed kiss that mirrored the rhythm of their joining. Their tongues danced, mimicking the thrust and retreat of their bodies. He felt her "Big Tits" bounce with every thrust, their soft weight brushing against his chest, sending waves of pure carnal pleasure through him. He looked down at her, at her flushed face, her half-closed eyes, her lips parted in a breathless gasp, and he knew he was exactly where he was meant to be, fulfilling the ancient craving of the beautiful elf from Mushoku Tensei.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, more primal. The bed creaked with their movements, the rhythm of their bodies a powerful, ancient song. "Yes! Oh, Kael! Deeper!" she cried, her voice raw with passion. She bucked against him, meeting every one of his thrusts, her body a perfect complement to his. He could feel her internal muscles clenching around him, milking him, driving him closer and closer to the edge. The sensation was intoxicating, overwhelming, driving him to the brink of madness.

He whispered words of love and adoration into her ear, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he desired her, how profoundly he loved her. Each word fueled her passion, her moans becoming a frantic chant. She wrapped her legs even tighter around him, pulling him in for deeper penetration, her hips arching off the bed in a primal display of pleasure. He could feel the exquisite friction, the delicious heat, the tantalizing pull as he plunged into her again and again.

The intensity built to a fever pitch, their bodies slick with sweat, their breath coming in ragged gasps. He felt her inner walls clench around him with increasing frequency, telling him she was close once more. Her hips began to spasm, her entire body trembling as she reached her peak, screaming his name, a long, drawn-out cry that filled the room. He felt her tighten around him, milking him dry, and he knew his own climax was upon him.

With a final, guttural roar, he emptied himself deep inside her, filling her completely. The sensation of his hot seed gushing into her, the ultimate "Creampie," was one of profound relief and satisfaction. He felt her contract around him, holding his essence deep within her, accepting his offering with a sigh of contentment. He collapsed onto her, his body heavy and spent, burying his face in her soft, golden hair, the scent of their mingled passion filling his senses.

They lay there for a long time, their bodies still joined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. He felt the soft, warm presence of his seed inside her, a tangible bond between them. Elinalise, usually restless and still craving even after climax, felt a profound, albeit temporary, sense of peace. The curse was sated, for now. She stroked his hair, her fingers gently tracing the curve of his ear. "That was… magnificent, my love," she whispered, her voice husky with afterglow.

He lifted his head, kissing her softly on the lips. "Only because it was with you, Lize. My beautiful Elinalise."

She smiled, her golden eyes shimmering with affection. She loved him deeply, this man who understood her curse, who met her insatiable desires with a passion and tenderness that never failed to move her. He wasn't just satisfying a need; he was loving her, wholly and completely, providing a true connection that went beyond the physical. He was the one who could bring such profound relief to Elinalise Dragonroad, the legendary elf of Mushoku Tensei.

He shifted, pulling out of her slowly, the feeling of their separation a soft ache. But she quickly pulled him close, spooning against his back, her arm wrapping around his waist, her "Big Tits" pressing against his back. He felt the warmth of her lingering presence, the sticky dampness between her legs, a beautiful reminder of their shared passion. The jasmine scent still wafted through the room, mingling now with the heady musk of their lovemaking, a fragrant tapestry weaving around them.

Elinalise pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, her heart swelling with a contentment that, for her, was a rare and precious gift. She knew the craving would return, perhaps with the next dawn, but for now, in the quiet intimacy of their entwined bodies, she was at peace, filled with his love, and utterly cherished. The legend of Elinalise Dragonroad might speak of an eternal curse, but tonight, it was a tale of eternal love, beautifully consummated in the soft glow of the moonlight.