Court Magician’s Lewd Pranks on the Elf Princess

Their lips touched.

Their soft mucous membranes met, making a cute "chu" sound.

She closed her eyes and only felt the sensation.

His tongue didn't come in. He didn't touch her chest or anywhere else.

They just kissed.

It was a gentle kiss.

Aisha pulled her face away.

When she opened her eyes, Keith had opened his eyes at almost the same time.

Keith smiled brightly.

For some reason, this made Aisha feel very embarrassed and she turned her face away.

"That's enough... the thank you is over."

Even if she said that, he'd probably just pounce on her after this.

Aisha had a hunch that it would.

Because it was always like that.

Even if he said kind things and pretended to be nice, he'd still deceive her and bring out her lewd side.

It was so frustrating that she couldn't stand it. But today,

"Aisha... can I hug you?"

"...?"

He asked.

He was asking a question.

Keith would usually make a lewd face and treat Aisha's body like a toy.

He asked with a soft face.

She didn't know how to respond.

She should just say no.

She should yell at him to stop messing around.

Even though she thought that, her body didn't react at all.

"Is it okay?"

"Ah... uh..."

Keith smiled and put his hands around Aisha's waist and back.

"Ah..."

By the time Aisha cried out, she was on top of Keith in his arms.

She had to resist.

But would lovers resist being hugged?

Besides, he had asked permission.

So it would be wrong to resist.

That's right. They have to play pretend well. Resistance is wrong.

Aisha concluded and accepted Keith's embrace.

Keith's left hand stroked Aisha's head.

His right hand was on her waist, but he made no obscene movements.

In that gentle embrace, Aisha noticed Keith sniffing her scent.

"I... promise not to touch you."

"You're on the bed. I didn't promise not to touch Aisha."

"You coward."

"... don't you? Then I'll stop."

He asked again. Hearing that made Aisha lose the will to resist.

"... do what you want."

Following his words, Keith sniffed Aisha's hair from her neck.

Unlike the smell of human sweat, it didn't offend her nose, it smelled like sweet nectar. He inhaled it deep into his nostrils.

Aisha let out a "fuu" as she was tickled by his smell.

"Aisha, you're cute."

It felt sneaky to say that in this situation.

"That...don't say that again."

"That?"

"...cute...or something..."

"Well, you are cute."

"I don't like it when someone younger than me says that."

Now that he said it, it's true. Aisha is more than 20 years older than Keith.

"But I can't help it, you know, you're cute."

"But...so...ahhh."

Having said that, Aisha cried out.

Keith had switched positions.

Aisha was on the bottom, but there was almost no impact. She only cried out because it was so sudden.

Keith had Aisha trapped under his arms and legs, looking down at the beautiful brown elf.

Her confused face gave the impression that she was younger than her age.

Aisha was like that when he said,

"When lovers are in bed in this position, isn't it natural that they would do it?"

It was what she thought.

From this point on, Keith was going to do things to her that she couldn't even bring her to say.

Aisha glared at Keith.

Desperately trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to come out,

"Do what you want!"

Keith gave a wry smile at her words.

"You can't do as you like when your lover invites you out for the night, right?"

"I see. So if your lover says no, you'll give up!?"

"...Is that sneaky?"

"Hmph! Then I have no right to refuse! Is there anything else I can say besides do as you like!"

Aisha spat out this and turned away, and Keith said, "Oh dear," and put his mouth close to her ear.

"Well, then let's go with this scenario. I was so turned on by how cute Aisha was that I asked her out, and even though she was tired from work, she was a kind girlfriend who said, 'do as you like,' and accepted."

"What's that! Are you stupid?!"

"Playing pretend is fun when it seems stupid."

Keith said this and kissed Aisha.

It was a gentle kiss.

He took his lips away once and kissed her again. He let them stay together for a longer time. Their tongues hadn't yet intertwined.

When their lips parted for the umpteenth time, Keith said,

"Do you want Aisha to take off her clothes? Shall I take them off for you?"

"I'll take them off myself... so get out of the way."

"Okay okay."

Keith got up and watched with delight as she took off her dress.

Aisha had the thought that if he was going to take them off anyway, he didn't need to make her change, not understanding the male psyche.

When she took off her dress and tried to take off her bra,

"Oh no! I want to take them off for you."

The pervert pleaded with an expression like an abandoned puppy.

Looking at her with glazed eyes, she sighed and took her hands off her bra, and Keith smiled with delight.

He kissed her while sitting on the bed.

Aisha had been so used to Keith's actions that she had gotten used to it recently.

At first, it was difficult for her to breathe, but recently she realized that he was getting better at kissing her.

However, this was by no means a pleasant thing.

"Fuh...! Mmmm..."

His tongue entered her mouth.

She accepted it and raised her tongue slightly, and Keith began to lick it.

There was a squelching sound.

Eventually Keith's hands began to touch her breasts through her bra.

Aisha was confused by the sensation.

No. The way he touched her was different.

It was completely different from the way he had touched her before.

She couldn't explain how it was different. But to put it simply, it was gentle.

He touched her as if he was cherishing her, as if he was cherishing her.

It wasn't that he was enjoying kneading her breasts. He was touching her in a way that made Aisha feel good.

Eventually Keith's hands undid the front hook, causing Aisha's breasts to pop out.

He kneaded her overflowing, voluptuous breasts directly.

"Chu... puff!... Ah, aah..."

She let out a cry.

As he slowly kneaded her breasts, he gently ran his fingers over her areola.

The ticklishness soon turned to pleasure.

As he repeatedly touched her areola, her nipples began to harden. Feeling it with his fingertips,

"Can I lick it?" he whispered in her ear. Goosebumps rose up her spine.

"No... no..."

She replied reflexively,

"I see, then I won't do it."

Keith muttered softly and pinched her nipples between his fingers and stroked them.

"Mmmm!!"

As he rubbed them with the perfect amount of force, a warmth flowed from the tip of her nipple down to her stomach along with the pleasure.

"Fiiiiii!! Ah, kuu...!"

When her nipples started to tingle, Keith removed his fingers.

Keith placed his body completely on the bed, leaned his back against the headrest, and opened his body, begging for Keith to come.

Aisha was a little confused, then clutched her throbbing chest and crawled on the bed, leaning against Keith.

As he positioned himself like a human chair, he removed Aisha's bra from behind and kissed her neck.

He then kneaded her breasts again. They were soft, then her nipples.

"Kufu!! Ah, mm!! Fuwaa..."

His right hand went down.

He traced her clitoris through her panties.

"Mmmm!!"

Aisha let out a throaty cry.

"Sorry, was that too hard?"

It was hard to imagine these coming from the man who had tortured her clitoris with a magic massage tool when he had taken her virginity.

And the way he used his hands.

He gently stroked her clitoris while twirling the tip of her penis.

"Ahh,"

After stroking her again and again until her love juices started to flow, he traced her crotch, stretching the stain of her love juices.

Aisha was trying to hold back her moans as she said to Keith,

"What are you... doing..."

"Hm? What's wrong?"

"Hi!... Ah... your touch is so gentle... ngh! You're different from usual..."

Keith smiled and said,

"Of course. After all, Aisha is someone I care about."

"Really?"

"Yes, she's my cute girlfriend."

"Ahhh!!!"

The moment he said that, electricity ran down my spine.

It's because of his touch. I desperately tried to make excuses in my mind.

It's not because Keith told me I was important to him.

It can't be.

This is just a game. It's just a child's game.

When the game is over... when it's over I'm going to kill this thing.

While telling herself that, she endures the tingling sensation down her spine.

Keith doesn't say anything, which makes her feel even more uneasy.

He doesn't tell her to make any noise or get more excited.

He just touches her gently. It feels good. To both her body and mind.

"Your underwear will get dirty. Shall I take it off... can you take it off?"

Aisha was breathing heavily and couldn't reply.

Keith saw this,

"Lift your hips a little."

He skillfully took off her panties.

She thought he might sniff them again, but he had properly placed them under the bed.

For some reason, Aisha had a vague feeling that Keith right now would never do anything that she didn't want.

Keith began caressing Aisha again as she was completely naked.

As he touched her pussy directly, Aisha's body trembled at the intensity of the stimulation.

"Aaah!! Mmhh... haa!! Mm, ah, ahh."

While rubbing her labia, he stroked her clitoris, tracing her slit, and then slowly inserted his middle finger into her vagina, turning it in small circles.

He then moved his finger as if tickling the back of her vagina, before pulling it out.

He had no intention of forcing her to orgasm, but was to stimulate her pussy to make her feel good and get her wet.

"Y-you're so gentle... Your finger! Ahhh!! Ngh, ahhh!!"

Aisha was about to say that it felt good, but bit her lip.

But it did feel good.

It wasn't the kind of pleasure that would make her feel self-loathing later. It wasn't a violent pleasure.

It was the kind of pleasure she had fantasized about reading about in books. It was the kind of pleasure she could give to someone she loved.

He could feel his vagina throbbing with the desire to welcome this person into its embrace.

"Can I put it in?"

Keith asked Aisha, feeling the moisture of her love juices on his fingers.

Aisha looked at Keith for a moment, then murmured,

"Do whatever you want."

Keith laughed as he gently laid Aisha on the bed.