The soft, ethereal glow of a twin moon cast long, dancing shadows across the ancient elven glade, illuminating the verdant canopy above with an otherworldly luminescence. A gentle breeze, redolent with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp earth, whispered through the leaves, carrying with it the distant murmur of the enchanted forest. It was in this secluded sanctuary, far from the prying eyes of the kingdom they now served, that Ysha, the enigmatic and beautiful elf of legend, found herself bathed in silver light, her emerald-green eyes reflecting the celestial spectacle above. The air around her hummed with a palpable tension, a silent symphony of unspoken desires that had slowly, relentlessly, built between them in the strange, new world they inhabited.

He watched her from the shadows of a grand, ancient tree, his heart thrumming a rhythm against his ribs that was as old and primal as the forest itself. Ysha, with her graceful posture and the subtle sway of her hips as she moved, was a vision of perfection. Her long, silver hair, usually meticulously braided, had come undone, cascading like a waterfall of moonlight down her back, brushing against the generous curve of her big ass, hinting at the delightful secrets beneath her simple, flowing tunic. The events of their journey, the shared dangers and unexpected bonds formed in the chaotic realm of No Longer Allowed In Another World, had forged a connection between them that transcended duty or companionship. It was raw, magnetic, and utterly consuming.

Tonight, the pretense of their roles, of his being a mere human companion to an elven heroine, felt impossibly thin. The air was thick with something more potent, more primal. Ysha turned, her gaze, those captivating green eyes, finding his in the gloom. A faint blush dusted her cheeks, a tell-tale sign of her awareness of his intense scrutiny. She took a hesitant step towards him, her bare feet making no sound on the mossy ground. The tunic, a deceptively modest garment, did little to hide the proud swell of her big tits, which seemed to strain against the fabric with every gentle breath she took. He could almost feel the warmth radiating from her, an irresistible pull that threatened to shatter his carefully constructed composure.

"It's… beautiful tonight," Ysha whispered, her voice a melodic sigh that sent shivers down his spine. She clasped her hands together, a nervous habit he had come to adore, her gaze flickering from the moons to his face, then quickly away. Her shyness, usually a charming quirk, now served only to heighten the electric anticipation between them. He pushed himself from the tree, his movements deliberate, unhurried, as if to prolong the exquisite agony of their silent dance. Every step brought him closer, every breath felt heavier, charged with the weight of years of unspoken longing in this strange Isekai Shikkaku existence.

He reached for her, his hand gently cupping her cheek. Her skin was soft, like petals, and surprisingly warm. Her green eyes, wide and luminous, met his, and in their depths, he saw not fear, but a mirroring of the profound yearning that consumed him. Her lips parted slightly, a silent invitation, and he needed no further encouragement. Leaning down, he captured her mouth in a kiss that started tenderly, a tentative exploration, but quickly deepened into a ravenous devourment. Her arms, slender yet strong, wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, pressing her soft, yielding body against his. The sensation of her big tits crushing against his chest was intoxicating, their lush fullness a testament to her inherent, magnificent femininity.

The kiss deepened, becoming more fervent, more desperate. His tongue traced the outline of her lips before gently parting them, seeking entry, and she readily granted it. Their tongues tangled, dancing a sensual rhythm that spoke volumes of their pent-up desires. Her hands ran through his hair, her fingers massaging his scalp, eliciting a low groan from deep within his chest. He felt her shift, her big ass pressing more firmly against him, creating a delightful friction that sent a jolt of pure arousal straight through him. The simple tunic that had once seemed so modest now felt like an unbearable barrier, a flimsy obstacle preventing true union.

With a gasp for air, they broke the kiss, their foreheads resting against each other, their breaths ragged and uneven. Ysha's green eyes were half-lidded, clouded with passion, and her lips, swollen and red, glistened in the moonlight. "I… I want you," she breathed, the confession soft but powerful, a dam breaking after an eternity of restraint. Her words were a permission, an absolution, and a burning fuel to his already raging fire. He didn't need to ask for consent, it was etched in every line of her body, in every fervent glance of her captivating green eyes, in every trembling touch of her delicate fingers.

He slowly reached down, his fingers tracing the hem of her tunic. With a deliberate slowness that was both tantalizing and maddening, he began to push the fabric upwards. Her breath hitched, and she arched her back slightly, aiding him in his endeavor. The soft fabric rode higher, revealing first the smooth curve of her inner thighs, then the delicate lace of her panties. They were a pale, creamy white, a stark contrast to her tanned, elven skin, and seemed impossibly fragile against the magnificent expanse of her big ass. The sight was breathtaking, a promise of untold pleasures. His fingers brushed against the soft cotton, feeling the warmth radiating from her, and he could almost taste her already.

Her hands moved to his own clothing, her touch surprisingly bold, unbuttoning his shirt with practiced ease. The urgency in her movements was a mirror of his own. As his shirt fell open, she pressed her big tits even closer to his bare chest, the soft mounds of her flesh yielding and molding against him. The sensation was exquisite, a pure shot of unadulterated pleasure. He felt her sigh against his neck, a deep, contented sound that spoke volumes. The tunic was now bunched around her waist, her bare legs exposed to the cool night air, and his gaze lingered on the enticing curve of her big ass, barely contained by the delicate panties.

He gently hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties, his thumb brushing against the soft, warm skin of her lower belly. Ysha gasped, a soft, involuntary sound, her body tensing in anticipation. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled them down, sliding the lacy fabric over her hips, past her big ass, and down her long, slender legs. They pooled at her feet, a discarded whisper of modesty, leaving her completely exposed to the moonlight, and to his hungry gaze. Her skin was flawless, gleaming like polished ivory in the silver light. Her curves were sublime, her big tits rising proudly, her belly flat, and the lush, dark mound between her legs, barely visible beneath a curtain of silver hair, beckoned to him.

"You're so beautiful, Ysha," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He knelt before her, worshipping her with his eyes, taking in every exquisite detail of her elven form. Her green eyes, still clouded with desire, watched him, a vulnerability in their depths that touched him deeply. He reached out, his fingers delicately tracing the curve of her hip, then moving lower, feeling the tantalizing warmth of her inner thigh. Her body trembled under his touch, a testament to the raw power of their connection.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh, then another, moving slowly upwards. Ysha whimpered, her fingers gripping his shoulders, her big tits rising and falling with each shallow breath. His lips reached the silken patch of hair between her legs, and he inhaled her intoxicating scent – a primal, musky aroma mixed with the fresh scent of the forest and a hint of her own unique sweetness. He parted her folds gently with his fingers, revealing the swollen, glistening flesh within. A bead of nectar already shone at her core, a clear sign of her readiness.

With a deep breath, he lowered his head, his tongue gently flicking against her clitoris. Ysha cried out, a sharp, surprised sound of pleasure, her body arching into his touch. He tasted her, savoring the sweet, intoxicating flavor, his tongue swirling and teasing, exploring every sensitive fold and crevice. Her hips bucked involuntarily, her fingers digging into his hair, urging him on. He devoured her with a hunger that had been building for years, a hunger for this elven beauty from No Longer Allowed In Another World. His tongue worked with fervent dedication, alternating between gentle licks and deep, firm suckling, drawing out her moans into long, drawn-out cries of ecstasy.

"Oh, yes! Faster… please, faster!" Ysha panted, her voice breathless and raw. Her big tits bounced with the force of her trembling, her big ass rising and falling as her hips writhed against his face. The sensations were overwhelming, her pleasure palpable. He heard the squelching sounds of his mouth against her wet flesh, a symphony of pure indulgence. He continued his ministrations, feeling her body tense, her moans growing louder, more frantic. Her legs wrapped around his head, pulling him deeper into her, desperate for more. The climax built within her, a trembling wave that threatened to consume them both.

Finally, with a piercing cry that echoed through the quiet glade, Ysha shattered. Her body convulsed violently, her hips bucking against his face as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her. He felt the rush of her warmth against his tongue, the contractions of her inner muscles, a release so profound it left her gasping and trembling, utterly spent. He stayed there, his tongue still teasing, as her breathing slowly returned to normal, unwilling to let the moment fade.

When she had recovered enough, he slowly rose, guiding her to lie down on the soft, mossy ground, illuminated by the twin moons. He shed his own remaining clothes, his body now as bare and vulnerable as hers. He gazed at her, her green eyes now soft and hazy, her lips still swollen from their kisses. He positioned himself between her legs, feeling the warm, wet slickness of her arousal against his aching shaft. The sight of her big tits, heaving gently, her big ass resting invitingly on the moss, was almost too much to bear.

He paused, looking into her eyes, seeking one last confirmation. Ysha smiled, a radiant, sensual smile that melted his heart, and gently hooked her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him inside. With a low groan, he slowly pushed forward, feeling the slick, tight embrace of her womanhood. Her warmth enveloped him, a sensation of pure, unadulterated bliss that transcended any pleasure he had ever known. He moved slowly at first, allowing their bodies to acclimate, savoring every inch of the deep penetration. Ysha gasped, her fingers digging into his back, her big tits pressing against his chest as she arched her back, reveling in the glorious fullness.

"Oh, you're so big," she whispered, her voice laced with pleasure, "So deep."

He began to move, a slow, rhythmic thrusting that quickly gained intensity. The sounds of their bodies meeting, the wet, slapping sounds of flesh on flesh, filled the night. Ysha's moans grew louder, more uninhibited, joining the chorus of the night. Each thrust brought them closer, their bodies moving in a primal dance as old as time. He felt the exquisite pressure of her tight walls gripping him, milking him with every movement. Her big ass lifted off the ground with each powerful thrust, presenting a magnificent spectacle of raw desire under the moonlight.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in another passionate kiss, tasting her moans as he drove deeper, faster. Her legs wrapped tighter around him, her heels digging into his flesh, urging him to push further still. He felt the subtle contractions within her, signaling her approach to another orgasm, and he intensified his pace, aiming to drive her over the edge once more. Her green eyes, now wide and unfocused, stared up at the moon, reflecting the pure ecstasy she was experiencing. The feel of her big tits bouncing with each thrust, brushing against his chest, was an added layer of sensual delight.

"I… I can't… oh, Gods!" Ysha screamed, her voice breaking as she shattered around him again, her body convulsing in a powerful, earth-shattering orgasm. Her muscles tightened around him, squeezing him relentlessly, driving him to the brink. He watched her face, contorted in pure bliss, her elegant elf features momentarily lost to the waves of pleasure. The sight was intoxicating, spurring him on, and with a final, guttural roar, he emptied himself deep inside her, his own climax a violent, shuddering release that left him spent and breathless, collapsing onto her warm, yielding body.

They lay there for a long time, entangled in each other's limbs, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths slowly returning to normal. The twin moons continued their silent vigil, casting their gentle light upon the scene of their passionate union. Ysha, still trembling slightly, snuggled closer, her head resting on his shoulder, her fingers absently tracing patterns on his chest. He held her tight, reveling in the warmth of her naked body against his, the soft weight of her big tits against his arm, the gentle curve of her big ass pressed against his thigh. He felt a profound sense of peace, a deep, abiding connection that transcended the physical.

Her green eyes, now soft and full of contentment, looked up at him. "That was… everything," she whispered, her voice still husky from their lovemaking. A faint, shy smile played on her lips. "I never knew… I never imagined such a thing was possible, here, in this Isekai Shikkaku world." Her words were a balm to his soul, confirming that this encounter was as meaningful to her as it was to him.

He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips, a series of tender, loving pecks. "With you, Ysha," he murmured, his voice filled with adoration, "anything is possible. Especially here, with you, my beautiful elf from No Longer Allowed In Another World." He pulled the mossy blanket of the forest floor closer around them, shielding them from the cool night air. As they drifted into a contented slumber, wrapped in each other's arms, the twin moons shone down, bearing silent witness to the profound, passionate, and utterly unforgettable night of love that had bound them together, body and soul, in their strange, new reality.