Seeing Igris looking at her, she smiled slowly, a knowing, hungry expression. She seductively stepped out of the tub, letting water drip from her body in silver rivulets, and materialized a towel from the air,a conjuration, one of her elven tricks. She ran the fabric over her body with deliberate, theatrical slowness, cleaning her legs one by one, bending over to reach her calves in a way that put her ass on full display. She dragged the towel up her thighs, across her glistening pussy, taking her time, then over her breasts, lifting and caressing them through the soft material before finally patting her hair dry. Every movement was seductive, designed to entice, to invite.

"You know," she said, her voice casual despite her display, "we should head back to the academy. They’ll be wondering where we are."

Igris smirked as he rose from the bed, his naked body moving with predatory grace. Using Ground Shrinking, the technique that compressed distance between steps, he appeared behind her like a ghost, no sound, no warning, just suddenly there.

"Ahn!" she moaned as she felt his naked body materialize against her back, his hard chest pressing against her shoulder blades, his cock already half-hard and brushing against the curve of her ass.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" he murmured against her ear, his breath warm. "We haven’t had any mandatory lecture yet. The academy won’t collapse if we’re late."

His hands grabbed her by the waist, pulling her flush against him. One hand ran a finger down her stomach, over the neat patch of blond hair, and found her clit, pressing and circling with practiced ease as he kissed a trail from her ear down to her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse point. The elven euphoria sparked between them immediately,a warm, golden tingle that spread through his fingertips and up his arm, making his head swim with pleasure.

"W-we really should be going," she stuttered, but her body betrayed her,her hips pressed back against him, her ass grinding against his hardening length, her head tilting to give him better access to her neck.

Igris smiled against her skin as he saw her resolve crumbling like wet sand. He immediately scooped her up in his arms, one arm under her knees, the other behind her back, making her squeal in surprise and delight.

"Igris! What are you,!"

He stepped into the bathtub with her, the warm water sloshing over the sides as he settled into the steaming pool, pulling her onto his lap as he lay back against the porcelain. She straddled him instinctively, her thighs on either side of his hips, her breasts pressing against his chest.

"Hehe! What are you doing!" she laughed as Igris splashed water down her face, the droplets catching in her eyelashes and streaming down her cheeks like tears. She was radiant,her golden eyes sparkling with mischief, her white-blond hair damp and clinging to her shoulders, her pale skin flushed from the heat.

He turned her to face him, and she stranded him by sitting directly on his laps, her weight settling onto his thighs. Igris leaned forward and kissed her, their mouths meeting in a hungry collision. They played with each other’s lips, teasing and nibbling, then their tongues found each other and fought for dominance,her long, flexible elven tongue twisting around his, dueling and dancing in the warm space between their mouths.

"Hmmm," Serra moaned into the kiss, leaning into him, her fingers threading through his dark hair and gripping tightly. Her hips twisted at the same time, grinding against him, her pussy lips brushing against the shaft of his cock as she rolled her hips in a slow, deliberate circle. The heat of her core pressed against his length, her slick arousal mixing with the bathwater.

Igris grunted into her mouth, and his dick pulsed, hardening fully, rising between her thighs. It grew stiff enough to lift her body up slightly, the thick shaft pressing against her stomach.

She immediately reached down with her hand, lifting her weight up on her knees and positioning herself above him. She reached back, took his cock in her grip, and lined the head with her asshole,the hole that wasn’t protected by her holy vows, the one that was free for him to use however he pleased.

The moment the tip pressed against her opening and began to push inside, Igris grunted and Serra moaned in pleasure, her brows scrunching in a mix of pain and desperate need. The head popped past the initial ring of muscle, and she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Ahh... so big... every time, it feels like the first time," she breathed.

She started to impale herself on his dick slowly, taking him inch by inch, her body opening and accepting him with practiced patience. Her inner walls clung to him, the tight channel stretching around his girth, the pleasure building with every inch that disappeared inside her. The elven euphoria flared again,waves of golden light seemed to pulse behind Igris’s eyes, the sensation of being one with nature, of being purified and corrupted simultaneously, washing through him.

Finally, the entire fourteen inches sunk into her asshole, her ass cheeks pressing against his thighs. Serra’s legs shuddered in pleasure as she let out a long, satisfied sigh.

"Really nice," she murmured, her eyes half-closed, her body trembling. "You fill me up so completely."

She started to move, rising and falling on his cock, the water sloshing around them with each motion. The heat of the bath, the tight grip of her ass, the euphoric magic bleeding from her body into his,it was overwhelming. Igris grabbed her hips and thrust up to meet her, establishing a rhythm that made the water churn and splash over the rim of the tub.

They fucked for ten minutes, the pace building steadily, their moans and grunts echoing off the bathroom tiles. The euphoric high intensified with every thrust,colors seemed brighter, sounds seemed clearer, every nerve ending in Igris’s body was alive with sensation. He could feel her pleasure alongside his own, their energies mingling and merging in the steamy air.

Then Igris’s eyes darkened with primal need. He wanted more. He wanted to take her harder.

He lifted her off his cock, ignoring her whimper of protest, and stood, water streaming from their bodies. He stepped out of the tub and pulled her after him, positioning her on the wet floor. He turned her around and pushed her down onto her hands and knees.

Serra understood immediately. She arched her back, presenting her ass to him, her swollen cheeks raised high, her face pressed against the floor. She looked back at him with lust-clouded golden eyes, her tongue licking her lips in anticipation.

"Take me," she whispered. "Fuck me like an animal."

Igris didn’t hesitate. He knelt behind her, lined his cock with her asshole, and thrust inside in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

"IGRIS!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. The sudden fullness, the brutal depth, sent a shockwave of pleasure-pain through her body.

He grabbed her by the waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and began to fuck her hard,like a wild animal, like a beast in rut. There was no tenderness now, no gentleness. Just raw, primal, animalistic mating. Each thrust slammed into her with enough force to shove her forward across the wet floor, her breasts scraping against the tiles, her nipples hard and sensitive against the cool surface.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" she chanted with each impact, her voice rising in pitch. "Yes! Yes! Fuck! Igris!"

The sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin filled the room, punctuated by her screams and his guttural grunts. Igris felt the euphoria reaching a crescendo, the elven magic searing through his veins like liquid gold, amplifying every sensation until it was almost unbearable.

He grabbed her waist with both hands and raised her up off the floor, lifting her entire body with his cock still buried deep in her ass. She wrapped her arms around his head, hugging him desperately, her massive breasts pressing against his face, smothering him in soft, warm flesh. He continued to fuck her asshole like a beast, each upward thrust making her body jerk and bounce in his grip.

"Igris! Igris! IGRIS!" she squealed, screaming his name over and over again, her voice cracking with the intensity. The pleasure was building beyond anything she’d ever experienced, a tidal wave threatening to sweep her away.

She squirted, the first time, a gush of fluid erupting from her pussy and splashing against his stomach and thighs, soaking them both. Her whole body convulsed, but Igris didn’t stop. He kept pounding into her like a beast, not caring about her at all and only chasing his own release as pounded into her. He kept driving her further and further over the edge.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She screamed so hard the zombies outside were attracted here.